#i hate lying purple assholes why do they do this to my brain

[apollos-boyfriend]

one thing about me is that i’m ALWAYS thinking about chapter 4 kokichi ouma

[starryse]

Tent Bonding

Mingyu x Reader

Fluff, slight angst, implied sexual themes

1,663 words

Summary: it’s your annual camping trip with your friends, but there’s a change of plans this time around..specifically in love

The woods that surrounded the small campsite went on for miles, the lights of the city seeming to be non-existent. Shades of orange and yellow in the sunset lit up the clearing, casting bright shadows off of the trees. You stood on the outskirts of the site, admiring the calm environment. It was a nice change compared to the busy city, the sounds of traffic replaced by the small chirps of birds and the scurrying of the animals running amongst the forest floor.

“Yah! Watch the food, that’s all we have!” Seungcheol’s sudden voice carried through the trees, scaring off the birds that had taken shelter on the branches. You turned your head over your shoulder, peering back at the scene behind you. Soonyoung held the basket of food close to his chest as he tripped over dirt piles and twigs, Seungcheol following close behind, his hands extended, in case Soonyoung fell- not that he was worried for his member, the food was his priority, of course.

You stifled a laugh, covering your mouth with your hoodie sleeve.

“Hey y/n, wanna help me set up the table?” Joshua appeared in front of you, a bag of appliances in hand. You nodded your head, following him to the large picnic table. The table was across from the tents a few of the boys were setting up, right in front of the fire pit that was poorly dug in the ground.

Joshua passed you one end of the dark blue tablecloth, unfolding the cloth over the middle of the table. Once spread to each corner, you taped the end pieces underneath the wooden table, not trusting the wind to keep it in place. Josh grinned, giving you a half-five, “easy peasy.”

You laughed, nodding with what he said, “just be glad we didn’t get tent set up-“

You both turned your heads, chuckling at the chaotic mess the boys were as they miserably set the tents up. One of the tents were lopsided, the other two not even put together quite yet. The cry’s and complaints were heard even across the clearing, the boys laying across the grass in frustration.

“Should we help them?” Josh spoke through giggles, his smile wide across his face

You contemplated your answer. It was highly entertaining watching the boys struggle, as they were so confident in the car. You could still hear their cocky remarks, “were men Y/n! We can put up a simple 2 step tent, okay. Have faith in your friends!” Plus, you were still pissed at Mingyu for acting like a douche over something as simple as you wanting to ride with Jeonghan to the site.

“I dunno, watching Mingyu struggle has been the highlight of my day so far, asshole deserves it from earlier.”

Joshua hummed, understanding why you were mad at the dark haired boy, “it is highly deserved”

“It is-“ you were cut off by the shout of Seungkwan, his voice echoing long after he finished talking.

“Hey you two!”

You and Joshua tensed. Seungkwan marched over, tent sticks in hand, ��why are you standing here being useless while I work so hard to put up the tents?!”

Seungkwan held up his hand, shutting up Joshua very quickly, “I don’t wanna hear it, follow me”

You unwillingly followed the grumbling boy, watching as his hands flew left and right as he complained about “how lazy some people are”. Gripping your hand, Seungkwan tugged you to help setup with the left crew (composed of Mingyu, Seokmin & Chan), while Joshua was pulled to the right (Vernon, Seungkwan & Jeonghan).

You stumbled over the hammer that was carelessly lying about, earning a few snickers from Seokmin and Chan- though they immediately shut up when you stared them down.

Seokmin waved you over, patting the spot in the grass next to him, which happened to be right by Mingyu, “come sit, y/n! We need all the help we can get”

You could feel Mingyu’s eyes on you as you moved to sit down, though ignoring it didn’t do too much as your face heated up anyhow; whether that was from nerves or the fact you were still pissed at him, you wouldn’t know. Now you were a fumbling, pissy, mess as you turned your head to ask Chan a question, “Hey Channie?”

Chan hummed, his eyes quickly darting up to meet yours before he refocused on the tent,

“Who’s in what tent?”

That seemed to get his attention as he nervously slid his hand on the back of his neck, avoiding yours and Mingyu’s gaze as much as possible, “well we only have 3 tents, and they’re uh-“ he began to stutter, “pretty big, so we couldn’t fit anymore in the car-“

Oh you didn’t like where this was going.

Chan finally raised his head from anxiously toying with the grass in front of him, “but I figured I could squeeze in one of the small ones from last years trip-“

You cut him, a short sigh leaving your lips, “meaning Mingyu and I will be sharing one, right?”

Chan gulped, mumbling an mhm. Seokmin darted his eyes back and forth from you and Mingyu, who was currently chewing on the inside of his cheek, “that’s not a problem right? I mean, I can always stay with you, y/n-“

“No.”

Your eyes snapped in Mingyu’s direction, his lips in a thin line above his clenched jaw, “that won’t be necessary, they’re fine with me. Right, y/n?”

His eyes dashed to yours, not budging from their place. You quickly nodded in agreement, no clear words forming a response.

The sound of someone clearing their throat in front of you caused all 4 of yours heads to pop up, meeting the confused face of Seungcheol, “is everything okay here?”

A chorus of yeahs and mhms broke the awkward silence, Seungcheol casually shrugging it off with a pout, “anyways, it’s dinner time. We can finish these up afterwards”

You had never been to such an awkward dinner. At least for you and the guy across from you it was.

The entire dinner was spent by ignoring Mingyu’s glances, or the few times he bumped your knee with his own. The other boys continued to laugh and wreak havoc as per usual, but you and Mingyu seemed to be in your own worlds.

You cleared your throat, catching Minghao’s attention next to you, “I think imma head to bed”. Minghao sympathized with you, he knew how close you and Mingyu were, and he hated seeing you two act as if you didn’t know one another.

“Alright, please try and work it out?” You could only budge a sad smile at him, muttering a quiet goodnight. He patted the small of your back as you got up, tossing your plate in the trash bag that was strung on the tree for you.

Meanwhile, Mingyu creeper mode was activated as he silently watched the encounter. He could feel the guilt eat away at his stomach, he hated when you were upset. And knowing he was the cause, was even worse. Minghao exchanged looks with him after you left, a silent agreement settling between the two as Mingyu trudged after you.

When Chan said the tent was small, you forgot just how small he had meant.

The tent was barely big enough to fit a sleeping bag, let alone 2. Meaning you and Mingyu were to be up each other’s asses the rest of the night. Your shoulder deflated as you sighed, a disapproved look etched on your face.

You began to roll out the sleeping bag on the hard floor of the tent, adjusting it so it was as close to the wall as possible. With all the rustling of the bag as it slid around, you didn’t notice the sound of the tent unzipping. That is, until someone coughed right next to your ear.

You let out a sharp screech, body jumping out of its skin before you fell to the ground in shock. After you recovered from the almost heart attack, you whipped around to be with the sullen expression of Mingyu. His features resembled a puppy as his eyes were innocently looking into your own.

He moved to sit on his own sleeping bag he had set up earlier, “I’m really sorry for how I acted earlier, y/n”

You fell back onto your butt, sitting criss cross across from Mingyu. Your lip was hues of red and purple, your teeth had been gnawing on since he entered.

“I know”

Mingyu shook his head, a guilty look present in his eyes, “no, y/n. I shouldn’t have acted like that, you’re allowed to be friends with whoever you want” He paused, thoughts going haywire as he looked at you, Your face showed anger? sadness? He wasn’t sure, all he knew was he didn’t want to ever be the cause of them again.

Sucking in a breath, Mingyu quickly rambled, “I-I like you, Y/n- actually, no. I love it you”

Your heart stopped, pulse slowing down for a split second before rapidly speeding up, “w-what?” Your voice was soft, confused even.

Mingyu smiled, canines on full display. He shifted closer to you, smushing your face between his hands, “I love you y/n”

Before you could register what you were doing, you smashed your lips onto his, teeth clashing from the sudden push. Your cracked lips mixed with his own, the taste of the beer he had with dinner smothered the previous taste of champagne you had drank. Your brain was a fuzzy mess, and your stomach wasn’t so far off either.

You pulled back, a trail of saliva dripping onto your chin. Mingyu pulled his sleeve down, wiping it off, a sheepish grin etched on his face.

“I love you too”

Mingyu melted at your words, quickly reattaching his lips to yours. I think you know how the rest of the night went.

[mightynonagesimus]

15 Minutes (What If I Told You)

ANGST WITH AN UNHAPPY ENDING. DO NOT READ FOR A GOOD TIME. This is a supercorp oneshot I wrote after I hear the title song. Very Angsty, you are warned. Trigger Warning : Angst, mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. Obiviously. This is pre-apocalypse.

11:27,

Monday, July 13th

Lena's Loft,

National City.

It was very unnoticeable at first. Solar flares from a nearby galaxy far enough that they didn't think much of it. A few explosions a couple galaxies down hardly warranted the DEO's involvement. Besides, Earth had different things to worry about. The Team had different things to worry about. Probably. Lena wouldn't know anymore, would she? After the Fortress, she had taken extra precautions to block every single one of them out of her life. She didn't need anyone. She just needed to save the world.

And to be honest? Lena was ashamed it took her that long to figure it out. It wasn't like her. The  Prodigy of her generation. The CEO of one of the biggest Tech Corporations in America. The sister of Earth's most infamous criminal mastermind.

If she had just gotten out of bed, checked any of her projects, called her secretary back. But she was too numb, too empty. Lying in bed, unable to move or think. Wishing to die. She couldn't even muster up the energy to lift a hand, it was just... pathetic.

After a week, Jess had had enough. It took Sam flying over from Metropolis to even get Lena out of bed. Sam had no idea about Kara, of course. But it didn't take long for her to march over to Alex's apartment and threaten her friend until the truth spilled. Lena had never seen that furious. Over Lena, of all people.

She didn't deserve Sam.

***

Sam had been pestering her all week. Bringing over food and staying with her every night. Lena felt like an asshole, taking up so much of her time. That was the main reason she returned to L-Corp after a week That was when she found out about the satellite malfunctions. Some radioactive signature was messing with their signals. That was fine, this was a problem Lena could fix, right? Easy.

Wrong. Turns out the signature was something her systems could recognize. Kryptonite. A giant chunky piece of Kryptonite and debris about the size of a small moon. A Krypto-Comet that was hurtling at half the speed of light from deep space, directly towards Earth.

Mondays, right?

Of course, she contacted the DEO immediately. They were horrified. For a Secret Government Agency handling the extraterrestrial, they had some shockingly bad tech. She wasn't really surprised.  Also, they might have been slightly distracted with Leviathan. Lena had spent the next three days cooped up in a lab with Brainiac 5 desperately trying to come up with a way to deflect it or destroy it, or anything really. Usually, an Anti-Kryptonite suit and Supergirl would have taken care of the problem real quick, but considering the size of the comet and the excessive amount of Kryptonite on it, it just wouldn't be possible. There was no time to call for back-up from Argo City either, with the satellites malfunctioning.

The last five days were utter chaos. Naturally, the news hit the public hard. It was pandemonium, but how could you keep a goddamn meteorite impact from them? The skies were already turning purple.

Lena however, was still in her lab. Over the course of three days, a complete whirlwind of people checked in and out of her lab. People she had never met before. People she had never even heard of. Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow. A scientist named Raymond Palmer with some very interesting ideas on molecular structure and shrinkage. Felicity Smoak. Alex pulled her aside during lunch to explain about the Multiverse.

What. Even. What.

Okay.

It felt like her brain was exploding, but she was their best chance of saving the planet. She had to pull it together. She can't show any weakness.

Alex called for another excruciating meeting the second day.

"Attention! I have some news." Alex exhaled slowly. "Sara?"

"I'm sorry guys, but it's bad. We were unable to prevent this event from not occurring. It happens rarely, but this can't be prevented by modifying the timeline. It's inevitable. We have to find other ways."

"What if we move your population to our Earth?" Harry? Larry? The guy in red spandex asked.

"More than half out Earth's population have doppelgangers in yours. It will mess with the balance of your universe. We can't move them. How about finding an empty universe?"

"Kara is out looking for one, but every Earth we found was either ruined or full. That's too long a shot, I don't think we'll find one in time."

"Well, theoretically-" Brainy hesitated - "My ancestors had a way of...dealing with planets that disagreed with them. They would shrink them down and have them as trophies."

"We can't shrink the planet, the gravitation of the solar system would collapse and we would fall into the sun." Lena muttered distractedly, fiddling with her pen.

"Let's not do that. Any luck contacting Superman?"

"Radio silence. The radiation is messing with communications."

"We could push it through a wormhole, or a portal, but-"

"The comet will be here before we could begin to build it. What if we transport our people to a different planet?"

"Seven billion people on a different planet without nearly enough food and water?"

"Or maybe into a space station?"

"We have four days. To transport seven billion people. And essential items."

"Yeah, that's not gonna work either."

"Okay, let's keep at it guys." Alex clapped her hands together. "There IS a way, we just don't know it yet."

***

Yeah, there was no other way. The days went by in a whirl. They came up with theory after theory, but it was too late. Their world was going to end. Nothing can stop it.

During the last day, Alex ordered every non-Earth-38 person off the universe. And even though there was some resistance, everyone sombrely agreed it was the best move.

A surprising lot of friendships were made that week. World-ending threats tend to do that, apparently. Lena personally never wanted to experience Nia and Zari Tarazi try to cook a pizza together ever again. They almost blasted the dough halfway across the DEO building and into the miniature Nuclear Reactor.

Lena would never, not in a million years, ever admit it; but she wanted what they had.

She couldn't fathom that comfort, that mutual understanding of trust that Nia shared with Zari. How did they build it? How could they rely on it, when they had been strangers only a week ago? How could you share your secrets, yourself, with someone who could potentially turn against you, someone who could be lying through their teeth like Eve was, someone who might hate you just because of a name that you can't change?

Not that anything could be done now. It was too late.

They were gathered at the DEO training facility off-city to say their final goodbyes, except Lena was at L-Corp. It took her a while to accept it, but this time it was real. There was no hail mary, no high stake final masterplan left in her. She was going to die, along with her planet.

So it was the perfect time to break out her finest bottle of scotch.

The L-Corp building was deadly silent. Any other day, Lena would have enjoyed it. The building was almost never fully empty, with the security team and the journalists and the interns who never sleep. Today it put her on edge.

Because she did this. Lena caused all this, it was Lena's fault. She was the reason-

'Alex.'

The tiny blue screen lit up on her desk, ringing insistently. The tech mogul was almost relieved that something interrupted.

The silence. Interrupted the silence.

Lena brought it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Lena!? Where the hell are you?" For a second, Lena relished the panic in Alex's voice. Of course, it probably was over the world ending, but she wanted to pretend that it was over Lena. That Alex actually cared about her.

"What do need me to do, Director Danvers?" Her voice was meant to be posh and clipped as always, but it came out slightly more drunk than she wanted it to.

"Wha-Nothing! I just couldn't find you anywhere so I thought I'd check up on you." Aww, Alex. You don't need to pretend, everything is gonna go to shit anyway.

"Is Sam still there?"

"Uh- Yes. Yeah, she's here. Do you want to talk to her?"

"Nooo." Lena considered it. "No, definitely not."

"Lena, are you drunk?"

Lena exhaled loudly. "Why did you call me, Director?"

"Because the universe is ending!" Lena cringed away from the phone. That was too loud for her sleep-deprived brain.

"I don't see your point." She huffed back.

"Goddammit. Look, Kara and I will keep looking for a solution, you don't need to worry, okay? You know she never gives up. Nia and the others-"

"Please just stop." Lena begged.

"I-Stop?" Lena could picture Alex's face. She hated that she did.

"I don't care! About anything, anymore. Just leave me alone. Goodbye, Alex."Sorry I pulled so much shit.

Lena switched it off and chucked it across the room, onto her couch. It bounced over the cushions and fell over.

She was alone, now.

"Hope?"

"Greetings, miss Luthor. What can I do for you today?" Hope was always here. Lena's only constant companion through everything. Even if it did wear the face of her traitor friend.

"You understand that this will be the last day?"

"Yes, miss Luthor-"

"Lena. Call me Lena."

The robot cocked its head to the side. Why did Lena program it so life-like?

"Lena. Would you like for me to call anyone else?"

"No, thank you. How long is it now?"

"Seventeen minutes and three seconds."

Lena cradled her head. It felt like her brain was swimming in the alcohol. At least she won't have to feel this tomorrow.

"Execute terminal orders and shut down, please."

"Executed. Goodbye, Miss Luthor."

The hologram blinked off. Lena swirled the last of the scotch in her glass. It didn't taste nearly as good as she hoped. She set it down in distaste.

God, this was all her doing, wasn't it?

If only Lex could see her now, pushing everyone away, alone and lonely on top of the empire that was built by her psychopathic family. Everything he said that day was true.

And it was all Lena's fault. Because she chose to trust Kara. She chose her new family. She wanted that. She craved that. Even when she knew she could never have it. She's always craved that. This wonderful 'family' she could love with all her heart. They would have been her people, they would love her no matter her last name. They would support her through hell and back. She fucking fantasized about how they would be there for her every birthday, about how she would shower them with love and affection, about game nights and road trips. She didn't give a shit about romantic, platonic, she just wanted someone to be there at the airport when she comes back from month-long expeditions through Europe.

It all seems so naive now. She was still here, on top of an empty building, because of her choices. Because of her stupid, stubborn pride. She must have chosen this, right? This is what she wanted. To be alone. Sixteen minutes from the world ending. She had chosen to be alone, bitter, angry at herself for doing what she had done.

Fuck, no.

But it was too late. Too late to accept her family, too late to enjoy them. Too late to save the world. Too late to apologize.

Too-fucking-late.

Fuuuuuuck, she messed up. What she wouldn't give to go back in time, find her younger self and...eughh. Berate her? Explain? Mug her? Lena had no idea.

This scotch tastes like shit.

Why is time so slow?

Tick.

Tock.

Her life is shit. She would like a refund.

Tick.

The alcohol is really getting to her brain, cause she found that funny.

Toc-

The entire floor rattled when the door flies open behind her. *

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Oh hey, Sam. You did come.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She crossed her arms, raising one brow at her CFO.

"Lena, no." Sam stomped over and wretched the glass away from Lena.

"Goddammit, leave me alone, Sam!" Why I am so shitty all the time Sam?

"No." She repeated firmly.

"What?"

"No. I should have done this a long time ago when I first got back here. I'm not leaving you alone, I'm not letting you drink yourself to death. I'm not let you wallow in your misery when the world is fucking ending and you still stubbornly refuse to put down your pride. I'm not leaving!"

She walked over to Lena's hidden break room and poured the scotch down the sink.

"But I-"

"No. Listen, you dumbass. You've been through some horrible, messed-up shit. Your brother almost destroyed the world multiple times. Your mother was a narcissistic fucking psychopath. I cannot even begin to understand how you feel most of the time. Having every move scrutinized by the world, feeling like you can't trust anyone."

"I trust you."

Sam paused. "I-What?"

"I trust you, Sam. You may be the only person who I can be myself around right now. And-And I know that isn't fair to you, me having constant breakdowns. I keep you from your life and Ruby and I hate it-"

"Lena!" Sam takes her hand. "You can always tell me about it. Everything. And I won't lie, helping you through your trauma isn't easy, especially since you refuse to meet a therapist. But that doesn't mean you can keep everything to yourself. It means that your pain, it matters to me. It is a piece of you that you have shared with me, and it isn't going to fucking evaporate the second I know about it. You matter. Your trauma matters. To me, and to everyone at the DEO. I want to help you." She inhaled deeply.

"And I can't promise that everything is going to be fine, I don't even know if we'll exist an hour from now, but I can tell you this. You don't deserve all this pain. That doesn't mean you don't have it. You are not responsible for what your family did, and you are not responsible for your mother's death. You don't deserve to die alone and at odds with everyone you love."

"Sam, but I-"

"And I'm sorry, I know Kara and the others messed up. But they love you. They are your family now. And I can't watch you punish yourself over this. Lena, it's time to let go."

Tears lined Lena's eyes. "I can't do it, Sam!"

"You can."

"I can't! I trusted Kara with everything. I shared every piece of me with her. Love and family were supposed to cure me! I made myself completely powerless, I was vulnerable, and she threw it back at my face. I cannot make that mistake again!"

"It's not fucking magic, Lena! Love isn't a cure-all. It doesn't mean everything bad that ever happened disappears! It only means that you aren't alone in your fight. Family and friendship, it  takes work! You have to see them, and they have to see you. And Kara and the others, they love you!"

"If they fucking love me so much, why do they keep hurting me? Why am I the only one who gets lied to?!"

"It not that fucking simple! Everyone there has their own stuff. We're fucking terrified all the time. And now everything we ever feared is happening, and we can't even fucking be together!"

"What, now you're on their side?!" Lena heard the words spill out her head as messily as she felt, drenched in bitterness and insecurity. "Should've known that you would turn on me too."

Regret fills her immediately, but Lena drops Sam's hand like a searing pan.

Fuck.

"How can you think that?" Sam's voice was quiet now. Her eyes, Lena realized, were also filled with tears.

This is it. This is the moment I chase away the last person who's ever cared for me. One last screw over that will be wiped after the comet hits. One more mistake in my endless list.

Sam raised her arms. Lena reflexively leaned back, her heart hammering against her chest. Shit. She knew how this goes. She's seen enough fights between Lillian and Lionel end. She could hear the resonating crack from almost two decades ago. Lionel might have loved Lena, but he wasn't all that kind to Lillian.

You deserve this. You failed. You failed to protect yourself,  failed to protect the universe. You are never going to be enough. You failed both your families, you failed yourself.

Warmth burst around her. Sam wrapped her arms around Lena.

What in the world... why was Sam hugging her?

Shit, this feels nice.

"Sam?"

"There are no sides, Lena. That's the whole point. You are a part of this family, and we will fight like hell to keep it that way." Sam stroked her hair. "We aren't perfect, we are flawed, we hurt each other. But we aren't alone. We love fiercely, and we have each other's back. We take care of our own. And you are one of us. We love you. We are here if you accept us."

Lena sniffled against Sam's shirt. A fierce rush of gratitude rushed through her. Sam has always been her rock, her constant for almost six years now. She's had her back so many times. Her best friend.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Sam." Lena sobbed. "Shit, it's too late. I can't fix everything. I messed up. I messed the whole thing up-"

"Hey. There's still time." Sam drew back and swiped at her eyes. "You can still call Alex. We have... seven minutes left."

Lena nodded, biting her lip.

"Thank you, Sam."

She shakily dialed her phone.

"Alex?"

***

"Hi! Aunt Lena!" A little bundle of joy crawled into Lena's lap and gave her a hug.

Ruby.  She always meant a lot to Lena. Maybe because Lena never really had an aunt while she grew up. Maybe because her hugs were made of pure love; because Ruby is the most wonderful little human Lena ever met. Maybe because there was no tension, no tears involved. Ruby felt like hugging Lena, so she did.

It was the first time Lena cracked a smile in over a year.

"Hello, little monkey. Did you eavesdrop our whole fight?" She mussed her hair.

"Hey! I'm fourteen now. Not so little anymore." She carefully flattened her hair down. "And I know what swear words are, Auntie."

"Do you, now?"

"Yes!" She huffed. "Mom said she's making Mac and Cheese. She said your fridge was full of atrocious rabbit fodder and she hid about seventy percent of your kale." Ruby's voice dropped low and she whispered conspiratorially. "It's behind the eggs, don't tell her said that. Not that we'd be needing it anymore." She glanced sadly at the red skies.

"Are you okay, little monkey?"

"Aunt Lena, is there really no way to destroy the comet?" Ruby asked her.

Lena's heart broke. At that moment, she would've given anything to be back in her lab three weeks ago when they first found the comet. To have found a way out of this catastrophe.

She smiled sadly at Ruby. "I'm sorry, monkey. There's nothing we can do."

How do you tell a child that you failed her, that the entire world was gonna burn? That they were all going to die?

"It's okay, Aunt Lena. I love you." She kissed Lena on the cheek.

The elevator bell dinged and Lena could hear the doors open with a hiss. Her's mouth got just a little dry.

"I'm going to go help mom with the cheese. You should talk to them."

"Wait, Ruby-" she was gone. Great.

Lena exhaled shakily and got to her feet.

Here goes. Oh god. Why did I do this? This is a bad idea, shit. Shit, shit, shit. They still hate me why did I call them, they- Alex.

It was Alex. Suddenly, it wasn't the monsters that she was facing. It was Alex and Kelly and Nia and Brainy. Her family.

Alex stumbled forward first. "Lena, I-" She interrupted herself by crashing into Lena-"I'm so fucking sorry. I should've told you when the whole thing with Reign happened, but then Kara told me that she had to work things out between you and Supergirl, and then I lost my memories for a while-" Lena realized with a jerk that Alex was sobbing against her shoulder.

"-I feel like such an awful friend." Alex's voice cracked.

"Ale-Alex! Hey, it's okay." And for the first time, Lena really meant it. "I'm sorry too. I just felt-"

"Betrayed. I know. I'm sorry." She repeated, stepping away from Lena. She gave Lena a small smile. Smaller, but much like the one she gave Lena the first time they met in Kara's apartment. Tired, but it gives off so much warmth that Lena could feel it. It reminded Lena of all the times they spent together. All the days when they made small explosions in her lab and teamed up for game night.  When Alex took her to self-defense classes and showed her fancy tricks with her guns. She was Lena's best friend. She is.

"Brainy, Nia." God, it felt good to- Lena couldn't even describe it. She missed this. Her friendship with Brainy was one of the few things she treasured most in the world. He was the only one who could ever match her intellect, her best lab partner. Her friend. And to the lonely twelve-year-old genius from the Luthor family, that was everything. And Nia was one of the bravest people Lena knew, unafraid to be herself and face the world. Fighting every day for the greater good. And she was more than that, she was the one who taught Lena that she didn't have to hide who she was. Lena will be a Luthor her entire life. She just had to embrace it. Or as Nia had framed, quite eloquently; 'own it.'

Kelly, and her crazy therapy skills. Lena regretted not spending more time with her. She was such a wonderful person. Kelly was the silent rock of their group, Lena could see that now. She was always there and she knew exactly what to say. In Lena's eyes, she was magical. So determined in supporting her friends through everything. The sweetest, most bad-ass person out of them all.

Shit, Lena was crying now.

"No more little boxes, Lena." Brainy whispered in her ear, and she giggled. Even Lena was surprised by that.

He was right. No more boxes. She has three minutes left to live and she wasn't going to crush herself with the weight of her stupid boxes.

There was still one more person-

"Kara. I'm sorry Lena, she- couldn't make it." Alex squeezed her shoulder. "Barry's Earth- they don't have a Kara. She can live there and not disintegrate. I told her to go with him. I'm sorry, Lena."

Lena's lungs filled with lead.

"Yes, of course." Lena's voice sounded far away even to herself. "She deserves to live there, in peace. I'm sorry, excuse me."

Something akin to panic swelled over her. Anxiety? Sorrow? Feelings were not Lena's strong suit. Panic attacks, unfortunately, she's already dealt with. She backed away from the room, almost knocking Sam over in the process. "Uh- Bathroom."

The door slammed behind her, and Lena splashed her face with cold water.

She would never get to apologize, she would never even get to see Kara again. Her best friend. Her soulmate. And now, she would die without Kara knowing- knowing that-

Because Lena only ever hated herself. She could never,ever hate Kara.

She curled into a ball on the floor, trying to physically hold herself together so she didn't fall apart. She couldn't fall apart, not right now. Her heart was racing and her breathing was short and distressed.

"Lena? Open the door." Alex's voice, carried in through the door.

"I-I'll be right out!" Even Lena knew they won't buy it. She could hear her voice crack with emotion.

"Lena? You don't have to go through this alone, I just told you that." Her voice was soft, and Lena chose to listen.

"I know it's hard. I know you miss her, and I can't imagine what it must feel after everything that happened between you and Kara. It was difficult for me too. I'm leaving her alone, just like everyone else in her life. I'm leaving her and her world is ending again, and we can't do anything about it. I hate it. I broke my promise. She doesn't deserve this pain, and you don't either."

The door creaked open. Suddenly it was Alex surprised by the hug.

"Alex, I'm so sorry."

"Lena." Alex wrapped her arms around the small brunette. "Trust me, she knows. She knows that you love her."

Lena sniffed and pulled back.

"That's just it, Alex." Lena's voice grew softer. "She doesn't know that I'm in love with her."

"You're in love with me?" A small, hopeful voice echoed from the back of the room.

The blonde superhero stepped forward with the sunny smile Lena loved. "Sorry I'm late but, I bought emergency Potstickers." She waved a bag at the rest of them.

"Kara-" The word was out of her mouth before she realized it, but then it was Lena in Kara's arms and nothing else mattered. She buried her head in the Kryptonian's shoulders.

"Hey." Kara tucked a strand of hair behind Lena's mismatched eyes, and Lena fucking melted.  "You know, I've been doing some research." Her voice was low and breathy.

"Oh yeah?" Lena's eyes shined as bright as the red skies outside. Kara thought she could see the whole galaxy in her them.

"I think I finally know what Quantum Entanglement means." She rested her forehead against Lena's and smiled softly.

Lena's heart was racing. She reached up and caught Kara's lips in hers.

"I love you too, Lena."

***

"System error. Terminal order simulation failed."

Lena gasped and fell to her knees.

"Redirect operations to internal systems." She gasped, tears streaming down her face.

Just a few more, a few more minutes. Please. I need to hold her. I need to be held by her.

"Simulation failed."

"No! No, no, no. Please. Try again." Lena fumbled with her screen.

"Simulation failed."

"TRY AGAIN, GODDAMMIT." Lena cried, her voice full of raw emotion.

"Simulation failed. Shutting down. Thirty seconds left in final countdown."

"NO! I SAID FUCKING TRY AGAIN!"

"Twenty-five seconds."

The air was getting hotter. She could already see the streaks of green and red raining down from above outside Kara's window.

"Nooo." She sobbed. "Please, I need to see them. I need to hold her. Please." She crumpled on the floor, holding Kara's green hoodie in her hand. The last piece of her Lena had. The worst part is, Kara wasn't dead. Just lost forever, to Lena.

"Ten seconds."

"Please."

"Five seconds."

"I don't want to be alone." She whispered.

.

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[allegedlyanandroid]

Pairing: Allen60 Prompt: Cold Types: Found Family, Fluff AU: Angels and Demons, Sixty as the little devil he is, and Allen just being human.

I am so late 😅 I wrote an entire thing before realising I hated every word of it and started over from scratch. Anyway... excuses aside, I hope you like it @yayen-chan <3 `(‾◡◝)´ 

“Okay, bookshelves first,” Allen mutters, following the intricate maze of arrows and concrete as he tries to navigate the local IKEA. “Or rugs. That works too,” he sighs when he glances up and finds himself in the wrong part of the store. Looking through the copious amounts of different rugs Allen rapidly finds himself overwhelmed. He tries reading a few of the ridiculously complicated names, stuttering over them when trying to read them out loud. “Ra- raskmol- mölle?”  

Giving up on the fifth time trying to pronounce it correctly Allen rolls the grey-and-black striped fabric up and tosses it on the cart, already dreading trying to find the rest of the items on his list. There’s only one really but when passing through the plant-section he stops to pick up a potted plant. The other one is beyond salvaging from lack of water. “Ilex, foreeneling? För-enlig. What are these names?”  

After another dead-end and some frustrated grumbling, he does find the bookshelf he needs. Honestly… this trip alone solidifies why he’s never getting a puppy. The one he took in to foster was a sweet thing but very demanding and unaware that he weighed quite a lot for a pup. He’d knocked Allen’s bookshelf over, thus breaking it, and also had an accident on his rug. If being petless meant never having to go here again then that’s a price he’s willing to pay. At least the shelter had found a family for him quickly and, while he did miss the little rascal, the puppy was undoubtedly in better hands.  

“Kallax, hemnes... gersby?”

Too caught up in his own head he doesn't notice the strange scent of warm brimstone and ash filtering through the air nor does he notice the young “man” standing behind him, a man who seemingly appeared out of thin air, until he hears the sound of a throat clearing. Allen jerks his head up from wrestling with the cardboard box and offers an apologetic smile over his shoulder. “I’ll be done in a minute.”

“Or, you could tell me why I’m here and spare me the mundane small talk you humans seem so obnoxiously fond of.”

“I’m sorry?”

The man squints. “You summoned me.”

Allen pauses to take a good look at the man. He’s tall with black, artistically tousled hair and endless amounts of freckles. A few moles are scattered across his skin and his brown eyes are filled with irritation. Dark jeans with a long-sleeved shirt tucked into it, a black overcoat ending at about mid-thigh and a purple scarf hanging unknotted around his neck. Allen thinks long and hard yet finds no recollection of ever seeing this man before in his life let alone speaking to him. “I have no idea who you are.”

“You-” the man pinches the bridge of his nose, inhales deeply and slowly let it out before starting again. “You read the incantation to evoke me and you what… didn’t even realise it?” he asks and receives nothing but a blank stare from Allen in return. “Ugh, humans.”

In the blink of an eye the man transforms. Horns curve with the shape of his skull, producing from close to his temples, before ending in sharp tips that blend in with his raven hair. A black tail is wrapped around his leg which ends with a jagged spear-like point. The tips of his fingers look like they’ve been dipped in charcoal, fading into dark grey about halfway up his fingers, with claw-like black nails top it all off. They tap against the metal shelf next to them as the demon slowly advances.  

Too shocked to move, Allen’s jaw is taken in a firm grip and when the demon smiles his teeth are pointed blades. “So… are you going to tell me what it is you want?”

“You can let go of my face for a start,” Allen says, adding a quick “thank you,” when the demon does as he’s told. “What’s your name?”

“You may call me Sixty.”

“Sixty,” Allen repeats. “No offence but I quite like having my soul intact. I’m sorry for dragging you from… whatever circle of hell you reside in, but I’m not interested in making any sort of deal with you.”

“Sucks to be you then because I’m not leaving until you do,” Sixty says and from his tone of voice alone Allen knows he’s a hundred percent serious.  

‘Fucking IKEA.’

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“Really? You couldn’t have chosen to live somewhere a bit warmer?” Sixty asks with disdain, thankfully back to looking human. His feet sink into the four inches worth of snow dusting the ground and he can already feel the cold seeping in through the gaps in his clothing. “Or somewhere nicer in general.”

“No one’s forcing you to stay.”

“No one’s forcing you to live here.” A pause. “Or if they are, I am more than willing to kill them for you free of charge.”  

Allen sighs.

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Having a demon for a housemate isn’t as bad as he thought it would be. Sixty mostly keeps to himself whenever he isn’t trying to get a rise out of him or complaining about the cold or putting things on tall shelves like the little shit he is. Until Sixty gets bored that is.

Because when Sixty gets bored trouble ensues.  

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Emerging from his office after a long day of meetings to see his demonic housemate casually chatting with parts of his team in the breakroom is a bit out of left field and the sight of Sixty’s mischievous eyes boring into his own is enough to quicken his pace. “What are you doing here, Si- Silas?” he asks, forcing a smile on his face.

He hates how no one else can look past the innocent brown eyes and syrupy grin to see the smugness beneath. “I thought we were supposed to eat lunch together? Did you forget?”

“No, of course not,” Allen hastens to say, ignoring Willis and Clark’s knowing grins, as he wracks his brain for a response. “Though I distinctly remember asking you to wait outside.”

“It would have been rude of me to decline Julie’s offer of getting coffee,” Sixty replies and raises his mug as if to show it off.

“No need to be jealous, boss. We just wanted to get to know the guy better,” Julie says.

“Yeah, it’s not like we’ve ever seen you hang out with anyone outside of work apart from Reed,” Clark pipes up. “We got curious.”

“I’m not jealous!” Allen tries to defend himself, latching on to the word, but the agitated tone does nothing to help his case. Sixty smirking behind the rim of the coffee cup like a cat who got the cream isn’t helping to improve his mood either.

“You are the pettiest asshole I’ve ever had the unfortunate luck of meeting,” Allen says when they’re safely away from prying eyes.

Sixty snickers, knowing full well the amount of endless curiosity and ceaseless questions he’s unleashed on the human. “There’s an easy way to get rid of me.”

The fistful of snow he gets shoved in his face shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

By the time he manages to blink the melting snow out of his eyes Allen is too far away to retaliate, though that doesn’t stop Sixty from trying.  

-

Despite his best efforts Sixty’s irritation with being unceremoniously dragged into the mortal plane dissipates after the third week of staying with Allen. By the time he’s been there for a month and a half, Allen’s team have adopted him as one of their own and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t flattered. They genuinely care about his well-being and often invite him along on outings. As someone whose family is… overbearing, their light-hearted ribbing is a nice change of pace. Their easy dynamic is the very opposite of stifling. No one ever pries when he declines to answer a question. No one touches him after he made it clear he dislikes physical contact. No one quizzes him about his every movement.

It’s… nice.

The next team building exercise and subsequent photo op, proudly displayed on the communal fridge, includes him and Sixty doesn’t cry even a little bit upon seeing that.  

Not at all.

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In the end, the shift in their relationship is near seamless ‒ from reluctant roommates to friends to something more.  

What hits him first is the metallic scent of fresh blood and Sixty is halfway across the room before he can even process rising to his feet. He gathers Allen up in his arms and leads him to sit down on one of the kitchen chairs. Part of his dark shirt is tacky with blood and Sixty feels no remorse when he shreds it to get it off as quickly as possible. Something, a bullet or knife, must have grazed his side. It’s bleeding sluggishly though it thankfully isn’t deep. Sixty takes the ruined shirt and presses it against the wound. “Keep putting pressure on it.”

Allen doesn’t answer and in the end he’s the one who has to move Allen’s hand to take over while he dashes to the bathroom for the medkit. Sixty plunks it down on the floor and fills a bowl of lukewarm water to put down beside it before fetching a clean towel. He kneels down between Allen’s legs and cleans meticulously around the area, noting the patches of skin where bruises are slowly forming. Swiping over the wound with antiseptic earns him a bitten-off hiss and Sixty puts a hand on Allen’s sternum to steady him after the first involuntary flinch.  

He keeps it there, soothed by feeling the steady thrum of Allen’s heartbeat beneath his fingertips, until he needs the use of both his hands. In its absence, Sixty’s tail comes up to wrap loosely around his thigh for comfort.  

Butterfly bandages instead of sutures, his tail instead of his hand. Allen doesn’t say a word about either choice though he is smiling down where they’re connected once Sixty chances a quick peek.

There’s nothing left for him to do after covering the wound with gauze, taping the edges down, yet Sixty finds himself lingering there regardless.  

It’s easy to trace around the gauze with the very tip of a claw and when he catches Allen’s dark eyes the urge to lean down to place a gentle kiss over it wins out. Allen sighs quietly and coaxes Sixty up to kiss him properly ‒ a chaste press of lips against lips followed by a sincere thank you.  

Sixty blushes and knocks his forehead against Allen’s, mindful of his horns, in a silent show of affection.

-

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

“Because I literally stepped in the door a second ago?” Allen laughs and pulls Sixty in for a quick kiss.

“Excuses,” Sixty sniffs and steals another kiss, one that quickly devolves into a dozen pecks being pressed all over his face until Allen plants a last lingering one to his lips.

“I love you,” Allen says when they break apart for real.  

The shy smile spreading over Sixty’s lips is one he’ll never tire of seeing.

[justthehiddleswrites]

Forever Hold Your Peace | Tom Hiddleston x Cumberbatch!Reader  | Chapter 4 | The Wedding

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Cumberbatch!Reader

Summary:  Tom Hiddleston dated Benedict's little sister (reader) back at Cambridge, after a bad breakup Tom and Benedict are now friends. The reader is now engaged to an American who Benedict does not trust. Ben turns to his good friend Tom to help break up the wedding and win back the girl he never truly got over.

This Chapter:  Tom decides to lay it all out their for you, but what will you do when faced with the truth.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, slapping, cursing.

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Your sleep came in fits the next two nights. Your brain would not shut down. It’s wedding jitters, you repeated to yourself But your heart thought otherwise. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw blue. The deep blue of Tom’s eyes and not the navy blue of William’s suits.

“Fuck!” you cursed as you threw the covers off.

Everything was soft, too soft. It as though you were sleeping on a cloud. You hated things being too soft. You fumbled until you found your phone and punched in a familiar number.

“Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty rest for the big day?”

“Shouldn’t you? I am already the most attractive person in the family.” you snapped back at Benedict.

“So what do I owe this late night chat?”

“Nothing.” you scoffed, regretting your decision.

“Bollocks. Spill it, sis.”

“Pre-wedding jitters, that’s all.”

“You know a surefire way to get rid of the pre-wedding jitters?”

You sat up. This is what you needed, a solution. “What?”

“Don’t get married tomorrow.”

You frowned. “I’m hanging up.”

“No… No…” Benedict pinched his nose, deciding how much to tell you. “Listen, I know I have not been the most supportive of this wedding. It is just… you’re my baby sister and I only want the best for you…”

“Aww. Thanks—”

“Which means telling you that William is a no good liar and cheater.”

A single tear trailed down your cheek. “You are such an ass, Ben.” You slammed the phone now on the bed.

Benedict stared at his phone. “Well, that went well.” he commented as he punched in Tom’s number.

“You know, Benedict, some people actually sleep at night.”

“I’m sorry, were you sleeping?” Benedict’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

“No.” Tom moved to mute the television. “I can’t sleep.”

“It seems you and my sister share the same affliction.”

“Just wedding jitters.”

“Hmmm, seems to be more serious than that. I suspect she is thinking about a gentleman other than her fiance. Someone with a name even more ridiculous than Cumberbatch.”

“I’m hanging up.” Tom rolled his eyes.

“Before you do that, we are still on for tomorrow?”

Tom dropped his head in hands. Was he going to do this? He considered telling Benedict “no” but the sight of that stripper, Diamond, on top of William flashed before his eyes.

“Yes we are still on.” Tom sighed.

“Wear something nice.” Benedict commented. “You’re doing the right thing, Tom. We’re doing the right thing.”

“Then why do I feel like a bastard?”

“Because you are one the good guys.”

“Goodnight.”

“Night.”

Tom fell back onto the couch and unmuted the television. It would be a long night.

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“You look beautiful, dear.” your mother cooed as she admired the reflection in the mirror.

You smoothed down the front of your dress and chewed on your lip. “Thanks, Mum.”

She saw that look in your eyes and pulled you into a hug. “It will be fine. It’s just jitters.”

“Did you have jitters when you married Dad?”

“Dear, I plotted six different escape routes.”

The two of you laughed. “And dad?” you asked between giggles.

“He sweated through the entire ceremony and almost fell when he kissed me at the end.”

“Dad? Really?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Don’t tell your brother.” your mother fluffed your veil. You nodded back.

Organ music filtered in from a distance. “That’s our cue, dear.”

You smoothed out the invisible wrinkles on your skirt. You got this, you thought. You headed out to the church for the most important day of your life.

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“Hide behind the old woman with the enormous purple fascinator until the vicar says the words.” Benedict steered Tom to a pew in the back of the church as the organ music began.

“How do I look?” Tom tugged on his waistcoat.

“Like a Cambridge snob.” Benedict snarked with a smile. “Got to go.”

Benedict hustled up to the front of the church where William stood with his best man, Xander. Even with the help of makeup, he could make out the shadow of the black eye on William.

“That is quite the shiner you got there, William.”

William winced as he touched his eye. “Yeah ran into a door at the bachelor party.”

“I heard it was a fist.” Benedict whispered as he took his place at the end.

“What was that?”

“I said I heard that from my sis.” he lied.

Mendelssohn’s Wedding March filtered through the air as the back doors opened to reveal you. Tom turned and smile. The dress highlighted all your best features, and it took Tom’s breath away for just a moment.

“Wow.” he commented as you walked by. A twinge of guilt washed over Tom. “It’s for the best.” he told himself as everyone sat down.

The vicar started the ceremony and both you and Tom’s palms began to sweat. Benedict shuffled from side to side in anticipation. Then the vicar called out.

“If there should be anyone who objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.” the vicar’s voice rang out.

“Here we go…” Tom stood up. “I object!”

You spun around recognizing that voice to see Tom standing at the back of the church. He moved to the aisle as everyone in the church gasped. Benedict smiled off to the side.

“I beg your pardon, sir?”the vicar asked as Tom reached the altar.

“I said…” he turned to watch at you. “I object to this union.”

“What the fuck are you doing, Tom?” you hissed as you pushed the veil off your face.

“Something I should have done a long time ago. I love you. Marry me. Choose me.” Tom pleaded as he stepped to hold your hand.

In a blaze of white hot anger you reared back and punched Tom square in the nose. He stumbled back into your parents in the first pew. Benedict moved to help Tom but stopped dead in his tracks with one glare from you.

“You bastard!” you screamed.

“Yeah, how does it feel, asshole?” William yelled behind you.

Tom righted himself and adjusted his coat. “Rightly deserved, just like yours.”

You whipped around and stared down William.

“What does he mean? You told me you ran into a door.”

“Yeah, William…” Benedict interjected. “What does he mean?”

William looked around for support from his buddies but they huddled back out of the way of your swing.

“Well… I… he…” William sputtered in a panic. “… he punched me!” He flung an accusatory finger in Tom’s direction. “Because he’s jealous!”

“Tom? Is that true?” You took a menacing step towards him and he sidestepped to stand near Benedict.

“It’s true. I punched him…” You balled your fist again. “… but not because I’m jealous, although that is true. Tell her about Diamond, William.”

“Who’s Diamond?”

William sputtered as he tried to come up with a plausible explanation.

“Oh dear.” Tom smiled at William’s discomfort. “No story? Diamond was the stripper I found straddling your would-be husband in the spare bedroom during the bachelor party.”

Everyone in the church gasped. “He’s lying.” William chuckled.

Your anger turned towards William. “If he’s lying, why didn’t you deny it right away? Why did you hesitate?”

William opened to answer. “And where were you during all the wedding planning?” Ben piped up moving to stand next to you.

“I was working!” William spat.

“Dude, you told us you were too busy with the planning this wedding to hang.” Xander piped in, oblivious to the damage he caused.

You didn’t need any more explanation.

CRACK! William sailed back against the altar as your fist connected with his jaw.

“It’s off. The wedding, the engagement, everything!” you sobbed as you tore your veil away.

“What about my work visa?” William yelled as you ran down the aisle.

“Maybe Diamond can help you with that, Billy Bob.” Benedict commented as he stepped over William on the floor.

You ran all the way to the atrium before you burst into tears.

“The offer still stands.” Tom spoke quietly as he stepped out of the shadows.

“What offer?” you buried your head in your hands.

“Marry me. I love you. I was a fool all those years ago. I regret breaking up every day of my life. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

“No.” your voice rang against the walls. “I won’t marry you.”

“But…” Tom started.

“No buts, Tom. I just found out my fiancé cheated on me with a stripper. Which was told to me by my ex-boyfriend who is now professing his undying love for me!” Your voice grew hysterical.

“I understand it’s a lot to process.”

“You think?!”

Benedict ran into the room. “Mum and dad are wondering what you want to do?”

You pulled yourself straight. “I want to go home.” You narrowed your eyes at Tom. “Alone.”

Ben glanced over to Tom and shrugged his shoulders. “Give her time.”

Tom nodded as he fought back tears. He waited this long, what was a few more months. He headed to his car dejected but not defeated.

[wtfevenismypage]

Pretty Face Skinny Waist

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male!Reader

request: Hey if it’s not to much (and your comfortable writing it) could you do a male reader x Reid where the reader is a agent from a different agency and he has to work with the team and at first he and Spence don’t get along but they eventually are like “hey your not that bad plus your kinda cute”

Warnings: Language, very brief mentions of smut, sassy reader

You weren’t a big fan of working with other agencies, you hated it actually. But when your boss came to you with a request to work with a team of profilers (One of them being your hero David Rossi) you were ordered to accept. 

So adjusting the purple tie around your neck for the millionth time that hour, you haul your ass through the elevator and into the big bullpen of agents. Immediately eyes darted to you, which made you chuckle.

Yeah, you better look at me.

You think while walking to Agent Hotchner’s office, smiling kindly when you see him. “Good morning Agent Hotchner.”

“Please, Hotch is fine, take a seat.”

You nod, setting your bag on the floor next to the chair as you sat down, crossing one leg over the other and tucking your left hand under your thigh, the right one planting itself on your side.

“I believe that you could be essential for a case we’ll begin working soon. We profiled that the unsub may be hard to interrogate, so we’d like to have you come in to interrogate him when needed.”

You nod, ready to go along strictly to talk to Agent Rossi about his books. And show off just how good you were at your job, but hey, the latter doesn’t matter right now.

“Alright, but you need to know how I do my job. I lie and manipulate to get the information needed, but I’m not a heartless asshole and I won’t change how I work for you and your team sir.”

You kept your voice calm and unwavering, a smirk plastered on your lips, which he returns with a cautious chuckle.

“I hope you don’t change at all Agent Y/L/N.”

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Which leads to you standing a few feet away from a round table as a Miss Penelope Garcia presented the case.

“I like her! At my agency everyone is so bland and we all hate each other, You I likey.”

You said when the presentation ended, smirking charmingly at the sweet and charming woman. She smiled back.

“Thank you, who are you I don’t know you.”

She said, making you stifle a laugh as Hotch stood to introduce you.

“This is Agent Y/N Y/L/N. He came from another agency in Nebraska. He’ll help with interrogations.”

You bowed dramatically, lifting your head as a squeaky voice rang out.

“Why do we need another person just to interrogate?”

you’ve heard of Dr. Spencer Reid, he fascinated you naturally, his age and brains combined shocking you initially. Plus, he’s kind of just nice to look at.

“cus’ doc, I can get any information I need. I was trained for years specifically for interrogation. I am the best of the best.”

He rolls his eyes, clearly, your sarcastic charm wasn’t rubbing off on him. 

Oh this one will be fun.

“Humble too huh? Ladies must go crazy over you.”

“Ladies and men. Don’t worry you’ll fall for it soon boy wonder.”

You caught a taller, more muscular man chuckle as you finish your sentence.

“Wheels up in thirty.”

Hotch said while you and Spencer glared at each other while the others made eye contact, silently communicating with each other.

This is going to be interesting.

On the jet was no better, you spent half of the trip talking to Rossi about his books in excitement, and the other half was spent poking and prodding at Dr. Reid’s nerves. 

You really wanted to see him explode, to see an outburst from the calm man, but eventually you took a break, passing out in the seat across from him. 

Spencer looked at you, pure annoyance seething off of him while you slept.

“You seriously couldn’t have chosen a single other person in the universe to bring along? I can understand eight languages and can speak four, yet you choose him.”

He complained, making Hotch suppress a smile as Morgan laughs out loud.

“He’s exceptional at his job. He once made an unsub admit to everything he did withing five minutes.”

“And?”

“The unsub had been in the interrogation room for three days before hand.”

Spencer went silent. Maybe you were good at your job but holy hell you were so fucking relentless. He knew you wanted a reaction, but you weren’t the only persistent one. He refused to be the first to break.

You awoke when the plane landed, stretching and picking up your bag, smirking at Dr. Reid. You didn’t say anything though, giving him a bit of mercy before ruining his day again. 

Agent Morgan wrapped an arm around your shoulders, starting a teasing conversation between the two of you.

“So you like picking fights huh?”

“Not picking fights, just poking fun.”

You responded with a teasing smirk in Reid’s direction.

“Yeah yeah whatever.”

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The first day on the case was simple, you went with Rossi and Reid to ask the Family of the victims questions, and you found this to be the best way to show off your skills.

You spoke to the family so softly it threw Spencer for a loop. Just a few moments ago you were cranking up screamo music just to annoy him, and now you spoke with such kindness. You were careful with your words and even hugged a mourning little girl who wanted to hug her father one more time.

When you walked back over, Spencer caught a look of guilty sadness in your eyes, but you quickly hid it with a lopsided smile.

“Told you. Best of the best.”

You walked away, all the information you needed stored on a little notepad with Reid and Rossi walking next to you to the cars.

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Over the course of the next week, Spencer was thoroughly peeved. You just loved pushing him to the edge, and then leaving him alone only to rile him up again. At some point he had gripped you by your tie and yanked you up real close to his face, sneering as the eye contact never broke.

“What’s up doc? Did I make you upset? Oops.”

 You whispered low enough for only his ears, he wanted nothing more than to put you in your place, than to just shut you up with his lips. but you two were in front of the rest of his team, and that would be inappropriate wouldn’t it?

 “Watch your tone Y/L/N.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll make you.”

That was all that was needed to shut you right up. You got flustered, cheeks going rosy pink as you stammered with your words.

For a whole day you avoided him, because every time you saw him after that your mind went blank.

But you returned to your sassy self the next morning. Teasing him, making fun, and even tugging at his tie gently.

He snapped to say the least. 

After you pulled his tie again, he quickly stood, dragging you away from his team and into a nearby bathroom. He shoved you into a stall, locking it and pushing you against a wall.

“You really wanna go there?”

“Hell yeah doc.”

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On the morning of departure, you didn’t make too many snarky comments, since you worked in Nebraska you were taking a separate jet to your agency while the others went home.

“Well, this has been an extremely enlightening and joyous experience, don’t miss me too much. ‘specially you doc.”

You said with a genuine smile directed towards all of them, but mainly Spencer. You truly were going to miss the punk.

“I’ll be sure to try.”

You chuckle, gently punching his arm before walking onto your jet, waving and taking a dramatic bow one last time before walking into the small area, watching as the door shut and the pilot introduced himself.

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Even in Nebraska you missed him. You weren’t lying when you said your team was bland and that you all hated each other, it was torturous without a certain doctor.

It had been several weeks and you cursed yourself out multiple times a day for not giving him your number. 

“How fucking stupid can you be Y/L/N? You fucked him for fucks sake and you don’t give him your number?”

You muttered to yourself while you walked up to your boss’s office, reading an article of his on your phone.

“Agent Y/L/N. How would you like to work with the BAU again?”

Your boss asked when you walked into the office, making a wide smirk spread across your lips.

“Hell yeah.”

[myherowritings]

The Language of Flowers

— “Hello may I request a Bakuogu x reader imagine, where […] Bakugou has a huge crush on her. She has a nature quirk and always gives him flowers (which he tuts at but acc loves lol) and one day they’re hanging out and she makes him a daisy chain and then a super cute confession happens? Thank you very much~” by anonymous.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warnings: swearing, cheesy flower symbolism

a/n: AH ANON THIS WAS A SUPER CUTE REQUEST i didn’t add in the kiri’s sister part bc i just couldn’t figure out how but i hope you still enjoy!! ;c

“What flowers did Y/L/N bring you today?”

“Don’t know or care.”

Kaminari snorted and Kirishima laughed disbelievingly from his seat against the foot of the bed. The three were in Bakugou’s room on a Friday night after class, and for the entirety of their walk to the dorms, he wouldn’t stop muttering curse words under his breath with the bouquet of flowers you made for him clutched between his hands.

“Right, you don’t care…” drawled Denki. “Which is why you’re putting the flowers she gave you in a vase right next to your bed?”

“Well, what the fuck else am I supposed to do with them?” he fumed, gently arranging the bundles of lilacs despite the deep scowl etched onto his face.

“I don’t know. Maybe toss them on your desk and call it a day? They’d wither up eventually, but you know Y/L/N could just produce some more to replace them.”

Bakugou glared at his dumbass of a friend. Toss them on his desk? Didn’t he know how cluttered and disorganized that would look? (Or how Katsuki would rather chew through glass than place the flowers you gave him in anything less than a clean vase? Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone…)

“I just put them in a stupid jar I found lying around– It’s not that deep, dumbass,” he scoffed.

Kaminari raised a brow as a cocky little grin formed on his face. “Sure.”

“Hey!” Kirishima popped in before Bakugou could send Sparky flying off the edge of his bed. “No matter the reason, I think it’s cool you keep Y/L/N’s flowers.”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes dubiously.

“You do?” voiced Denki.

He nodded. “It’s kind of manly when you think about it. Bakugou keeping the bouquets and learning the meanings of each flower just for Y/N–”

“I don’t learn their fucking meanings, dumbass!”

“Is that right?” Eijirou asked challengingly. “What do peonies stand for?”

Katsuki made an indignant noise. “Hell if I know.”

Kaminari raised his hand with an excited look. “I know! I know! It represents how much she wants you to smash the living daylights–”

“Watch your fucking mouth!” he hissed, hurling a pencil at him with full force, only for it to be stopped in the nick of time by Shitty Hair’s quirk. Bakugou glowered. “I’ve already told you before peonies symbolize a bashful yet compassionate love. Or can your two and a half brain cells not recall?”

His two friends–if they should even have the privilege of being called that–exchanged glances that made Bakugou want to kick them both out of his dorm room. Who the fuck let them come over in the first place?

A grin spread on Eijirou’s face, showing off his sharp teeth. “So she gave you the peonies to tell you she loves you but is too shy to say so herself?”

Katsuki’s face burned. “No! What the hell–?”

“Or maybe she’s saying she knows you love her but you’re too much of a pussy to say anything?” suggested Denki.

“First of all, fuck you. And that’s not it either, you dumbass!”

“Then what else could it mean?” he asked.

“That she liked peonies?” cried Bakugou incredulously. “Why are you asking me?! How should I know?”

Katsuki kept his fists clenched by his sides, seconds away from completely losing his temper at the two idiots in front of him.

Kirishima raised a brow. “You’re telling me you don’t care at all about the flowers Y/L/N gives you.”

“Yeah, pretty much,” he lied through his teeth. He hated how he felt an uncomfortable pang in his heart as he said those words.

What the fuck was that? he thought, glaring down at his chest.

“Interesting,” Kirishima mused. “So, if I were to unlock your phone, I wouldn’t find tabs of ‘flower symbolism’ open on your browser?”

Kaminari grinned, looking over at the vase of purple flowers. “He probably searched up ‘the meaning of lavender’ and is currently reading through ten different flower blogs.”

Bakugou’s left eye twitched. “Lilacs.”

“What?”

“They’re lilacs you dumbass! Not lavender. Can’t you tell by the color?”

Denki blinked. “No?”

“Tch. Stupid,” he grumbled, rubbing a petal of the flower between his thumb and forefinger.

Lavender represented serenity and calmness– Dumb shit he didn’t care about. But lilacs were a different story.

Lilacs, specifically the light purple ones you gave him, symbolized first love. Love, happiness, passion… All those things reminded him of you. It was a thought so gentle it brought a strange feeling to his stomach, but he couldn’t say he hated it.

Bakugou stiffened. What the fuck was he thinking?

Shaking his head fervently, he forced himself out of his thoughts and turned to his two bumbling friends.

“…what do you think, Bakugou?” he heard Eijirou ask.

He scratched the back of his neck. “Think about what?”

Kirishima glanced at him curiously, noticing the uncharacteristic way Bakugou has been spacing out recently. “I said me, Kaminari, and Sero are going to the comic store tomorrow. You should join us.”

Katsuki internally cursed, knowing what he was about to say would bring along teasing that came with no end.

“I would,” he said carefully, “but I already have plans.”

“Oh, are you going home this weekend?” piped Denki.

“No.”

“Hero training?” asked Eijirou.

“No.”

“Are you banned from leaving campus grounds again–?”

“No!” Bakugou growled, rubbing his temples in slow circles. “For fuck’s safe, you two make my head hurt. I can’t go because I already made plans with someone else.”

Dumbass Number One gave him a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. “Someone else, huh?”

“And who is this someone else?” the blond-haired Dumbass Number Two questioned.

Kirishima nudged him with his elbow, causing Kaminari to nudge him back until the two were on the verge of wrestling on the floor of Bakugou’s dorm room.

Bakugou could only look back and forth between them and sigh. Dumbasses.

“He obviously means Y/L/N,” Eijirou said in a matter-of-fact tone, giving Katsuki a thumbs up. Katsuki responded with an eye roll. “He just didn’t want to say it because he likes to pretend his enormous crush on her isn’t obvious.”

“I don’t have a crush on Y/L/N,” he protested, folding his arms across his chest defensively.

“Right, and who exactly are you hanging out with tomorrow?” asked Denki.

“Listen– Just because I agreed to hang out with her doesn’t mean I like her!”

Kirishima hummed. “Sure. Have fun on your date tomorrow.”

Katsuki fumed. “It’s not a date!”

“Yeah, but you wish it were.”

With a final twitch of his eye and clenching of his jaw, Bakugou marched over to their seats on his floor, fingers flexing as the sweat that popped off his skin mad a sound so menacing his two idiot friends exchanged nervous glances with a visible swallow.

Laughing nervously, Denki shoved Eijirou in front of him for more time and made a dash towards the door.

“Have fun on your date!” Kirishima called, whacking Kaminari in the back of the head as he ran frantically away from a seething Katsuki.

“Use protection!” Denki warned, tripping over the carpet as he rubbed his sore neck, struggling to scurry away before Bakugou could lay hands on him. “Lots of protection!”

“I’LL MURDER YOU. BOTH OF YOU.”

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In the end, Bakugou didn’t murder anyone.

If he had, Aizawa probably wouldn’t have let him leave campus grounds and he would’ve missed his not-date with you. (Not that he cared if he saw you or not. He just figured slaughtering the two idiots wouldn’t be worth a week of cleaning duty.)

“Thanks for coming with me, Bakugou-kun,” you thanked once more, picnic basket swinging in hand as you walked beside him.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes with a nonchalant shrug. “It’s not like I had anything better to do.”

Just stop fucking talking, you asshole, he scolded, wanting to punch himself in the face.

But his words didn’t seem to phase you in the slightest. You were well aware of his blunt, harsh persona and yet you chose to stick around him anyway.

You laughed, brushing off his dismissive remark with a sideways smiles he couldn’t look away from. “Well, I’m glad you had nothing better to do then.”

“Pfft.”

By the time the two of you arrived at the nearby park, the sun was resting lazily atop the clouds, rays shining through as you found a spot in the shade for the picnic blanket. You finished setting up the food before getting comfortable, offering Bakugou a sandwich as he took a seat next to you.

“Thanks,” he said, awkwardly taking a bite as he tried to think of what to say.

“No problem,” you replied, clearing your throat as the silence settled between you. “Did you like the flowers I gave you yesterday? They’re one of my favorites!”

Bakugou snorted. “You say that about every flower.”

“Because every flower deserves to be loved!”

Although he scoffed externally, on the inside he couldn’t help but feel a begrudging flutter at your words. It just wasn’t possible for someone to have such a kind heart– There must’ve been some catch.

“The lilacs were fine. Thanks,” he mumbled under his breath, uprooting a strand of grass as he rested his palms behind him.

He wasn’t sure why he felt so nervous. Katsuki had hung around you plenty of times, but something about this moment sent his nerves on edge.

You beamed, a smile so bright it was capable of disarming all his defenses. “I’m happy you liked them! And you knew they were lilacs? I’m impressed. Most people would mistake them for lavender.”

Bakugou thought back to his certified dumb blond friend and scoffed at the memory. “Tch. Only idiots would mistake a pale purple lilac for lavender.”

With a teasing giggle at the somber frown on his face, you nodded. “Right. It definitely didn’t take me months to learn the difference, or anything.” You nudged his shoulder with your own at the sight of his wide-eyed expression. “Maybe you’re just a natural-born flower expert.”

He bristled. “Don’t call me that.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that,” you protested, folding your arms across your chest at his indignant tone. “I think it’s cool. Besides, flowers are amazing!”

“They’re whatever.”

Katsuki shrugged dismissively as he tried to ignore the knowing look on your face.

“Come on, Bakugou-kun. It’s me,” you said, poking his arm with your index finger. (If it were anyone else, he would’ve shoved them off. But since it was you… He sighed.) “You can admit that you like flowers. I won’t judge.”

“Hmph.”

You pouted, lip jutting out in a small frown. “At least tell me what your favorite flower is.”

He thought about it for a while. “I don’t have one.”

“You have to have one!”

“Don’t you have like 50 because you can’t choose just one?!” asked Bakugou incredulously.

“Yes, but… I have one flower that I love slightly more than the rest,” you said conspiratorially, tapping the bottom of your chin.

Crawling over to the edge of the picnic blanket, you held your hands about the fertile soil and sprouted bundles of white-petaled flowers with yellow centers.

“Daisies?” he guessed.

You nodded in excitement. “Yes! See, I told you– Flower expert!”

Katsuki fought the blush off his cheeks. “It’s just common knowledge.”

It most definitely was not because he spent hours researching all the different types of flowers after the first week of you constantly giving them to him.

“Sure.” You grinned. “I love daisies for a lot of reasons, but one of the reasons is because they make the prettiest flower chains.”

His brows furrowed. “Flower chain?”

You turned towards him with a disbelieving look on your face. “You’ve never made a flower chain?”

“Never even heard of it.”

Your eyes looked as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets as your held your hand above your chest. “My… My heart is hurting.”

Bakugou dismissed your over-exaggeration with a tsk, but felt the corners of his lips quirking upwards nonetheless. Glancing down at the cluster of white daisies you had just sprouted, you took one between your thumb and index finger and pinched it at the stem.

“Can I show you how?” you asked with a hopeful expression.

He blinked in surprise but managed a shrug. “I guess.”

“Great!” you cheered. You beckoned him over to the spot beside you as you kneeled against the soft bed of grass. Gently plucking a bundle of flowers you had just sprouted, you handed them to him. “There are lots of different ways to make a daisy chain, but I think the braiding method is the best.”

Bakugou wasn’t sure how the fuck there could’ve been different methods for sticking flowers together, but he nodded despite himself. “You can show me that one then.”

Moving closer next to him, you held three daisies in one hand and showed him how to braid–one strand over the other. As you went down the stem, you slowly added more and more flowers to the chain, twisting as it began to curve into a circle.

“Am I doing this right?” he asked gruffly, looking between your chain and his with a slight frown. His was sparse with some areas looking like they were about to fall apart.

Taking in the condition of his flowers, you stifled a laugh. “Looks fine to me.”

“Hmph.”

After a few minutes of grumbles and complaints, Bakugou slowly got the hang of making the daisy chain. In a way, the repetitive movements were sort of relaxing.

You were seated beside him, so close your thigh was brushing against his and he struggled to remain focused on the task at hand.

“Did you know daisies are actually a mix of two flowers?” you said, drawing his attention even more towards you. “The yellow centers are disc florets and the white petals are ray florets.”

He peered closer at the head of the flower in between his fingers, examining the small floral discs that made up the yellow center.

“That’s why, in flower language, white daisies are known to symbolize true love,” you told him. Katsuki looked over at you to find a small smile on your face as you finished up the last of your daisy chain. “It’s the joining together of two different types of flowers, and they fit perfectly. One wouldn’t be the same without the other.”

Your gaze flitted to his as a flush filled his cheeks at your intimate words, and for once in his life, he was at a complete loss for words.

There was a slight twinkle in your eye as you stared with your lips slightly parted. The tension in the air grew when neither of you wanted to look away first in fear of ruining this moment. The setting of the sun cast gentle shadows of your eyelashes and cheekbones and Katsuki was completely annoyed but how disarming your smile in the sunset was.

Clearing his throat, he glared down at the floor as you bit your lip, toying with the petals of the daisy in your lap.

“Ahem– Um, well…” you trailed off, opening and shutting your mouth as you tried to form your thoughts into a sentence. “I made this for you!”

Fumbling with the daisy chain in your hands, you extended your arms out, offering the flower crown to him with your head bowed. His eyes widened in alarm as you waited for him to take the gift.

“W-What are you doing, baka?! You don’t need to bow!” he cried, an intense blush making its way to his cheeks as you peered up at him through your lashes.

“But I wanted to give this to you.”

“You don’t have to give it like that!”

You huffed, puffing your cheeks out in an embarrassed pout. “Do you not want it?”

“I never said that–! But even if I did, it’s not like it never stopped you before,” Katsuki said defensively, muttering an oath under his breath when he felt even the tips of his ears heat up at your actions.

Fighting the flushed expression off your face, you chewed the inside of your cheek. You withdrew your extended arms, hugging the daisies close to your chest as you absentmindedly stroked a white petal.

“Do you want me to stop?” you blurted, your voice quiet.

He looked taken aback. “What?”

You avoided his questioning stare as you continued, “I like giving you all these flowers because the look on your face for the fraction of a second you let your guard down is something I always want to see–” Katsuki’s palms grew sweaty as he felt his temperature rise to inhuman heights. “But, if it annoys you and you want me to stop… I will.”

Bakugou glared down at his lap, unsure where the hell your thought came from or how the fuck he should reply. He didn’t want you to stop– He thought that much was clear.

“Tch.” He shook his head, mumbling under his breath. “Baka.”

You blinked. “I’m sorry?”

He looked up at you, meeting your confused gaze with his intense one. “If you were annoying me, I would’ve told you. I don’t– I don’t mind you giving me all these…dumb flowers.”

Tilting your head to the side, you asked cautiously, “So you like them?”

The most Katsuki could bring himself to do was shrug, but it was enough for you to understand the true meaning he couldn’t bring himself to admit. Slowly, a grin lit up your face as you nudged his side.

“Well, good. Because they like you, too.”

The smile you gave him made it clear there was something more behind your words as well. He glared, flustered. “We’re talking about the stupid flowers, right?”

“Of course,” you said with an all too innocent nod. “What else could we be talking about?”

The two of you shared a knowing smile before he rolled his eyes, taking the daisy chain in your hands and placing them on his head. It felt weird and awkward, but he figured he could put up with it for you. As you stared at him, a weird expression dawn on your face that made him frown in embarrassment.

“What are you looking at, baka?”

You hid the secretive smirk on your face behind your hands. “You. You look cute in that.”

“Yeah… Whatever,” he scoffed, despite the warmth spread in his chest.

And by the time the not-date came to an end, Katsuki wasn’t sure how the two of you ended up walking back to the dorms, smiling dazedly as you walked hand-in-hand. All he knew was, one day, he wanted to be the one to bring you��flowers.

a/n: okay honestly i just want bakugou to fall in love so we can see this tsundere but also soft and sweet side of him ahhh i would die. anyway, this was very cheesy hehe but i hope it made you smile! xx sofia

[staliasjeronica]

Riverdale S5 Ep10 Thoughts

Thoughts under cut so this post doesn’t run up the tag

- Jabitha having good taste in music muah

- WAIT THE ANTICIPATED JABITHA POPS KISS IS RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING??? I was looking forward to it since it’s the only good thing I heard about the ep and it’s the FIRST THING? Now I gotta sit through this ep-

- “No Jughead’s allowed.” he said NO BUGHEAD thank god but knowing this show they’re gonna find a way to say “fuck you” to him and force more bughead down our throats

- Not Nana Rose saying that the curse doesn’t want Cheryl happy…

- NO SENSATIONAL IS CHONI’S

- REGGIE WITH HIRAM AGAIN???? Riverdale really can’t not have characters who flip flop their thoughts/priorities out of nowhere so they can continue their insane(ly) boring plots… it’s like their goal to is destroy every character they can. Like right now even Veronica, YES, VERONICA, COMING FROM A VERONICA STAN, IS BEING KINDA UNLIKABLE RIGHT NOW, and it’s such an easy fix…

- “You can feel it’s [Riverdale] broken sprit rebuilding.” ….. where

- Suddenly Hiram’s prison is a front for getting palladium Jesus Christ

- You know this show has taken a turn for the worst when Jughead is everyone’s favorite… like even antis???

- Jughead don’t talk about about your superior Stephen King like that

- reggie buttering up to nana rose lmao

- Jughead hasn’t recovered from the bh break up damn… I mean it make sense considering how co-dependent they were to one another

- ugh more forced va bs

- I agree that she needs to talk to Chad but like… does she realize that the only way he got those photos was by ONCE AGAIN having her followed… like I don’t know if it’s just how my brain works but this doesn’t make any sense asdfghjkl;

- It’s making VA more hated than BH for me……. god this is unbearable NOBODY wants them

- Of course Jughead’s drug dealer is named Speedy

- “I’m worried that they’re bad seeds” Betty they’re CHILDREN who’ve been through trauma and absent parenting. They’re still growing and need to be taught to care and such

- Betty stop dating men who want to write about your trauma

- “Your dad was a murderer, but didn’t have the genes. Why?” Because this show is awful and forces awful plots to cater to Betty and Bughead (and now that they’re going back after finally giving us Barchie, the show is boring and awful again)

- THE SLAPPING SOUND FASHDKFSAFHFKJABSDK wow Riverdale a true comedic show

- idk how being a soldier works or anything but how can a mission be shady if the guy running the mission (Archie) doesn’t know about it…? In those crime shows like criminal minds or bones, there had to be one or two soldiers in on the shady part of the mission…. right?

- Reggie in purple tho fuckkk 🤩🤩

- Now Jess is here……… okay-

- TABITHA COMING IN CLUCH FOR JUGHEAD??? oh my goddd

- JABITHA SUCH A COUPLE WHO’S NOT EVEN A COUPLE

- It’s kinda sad but hilarious that Jabitha literally ate up Bh’s seasons of moments in literally just a few episodes

- I love couples who sit against the couch eating and hanging out why did that have to be wasted with Chad and Veronica :( Why not JERONICA or VEGGIE or literally anyone else besides toxic or boring couples

- That edited photo of Veronica and Chad LMAO

- Chad really laying it on thick huh… trying to lure her back in. This is what abusers do………. Now what’s the catch

- Chad and Veronica so toxic but at least they can kiss

- Please…….. PLEASE DON’T BRING PENELOPE BACK WE ARE SICK OF HER!! why are shows so committed to keeping around the same villains doing the same thing?? Literally Penelope, Hiram, Negan from The Walking Dead… we’re TIRED

- NOT REGGIE COMMITING ARSON???

- Alice sending KIDS to answer the door?? ESPECIALLY when they’re not expecting anyone???

- oh yeah I forgot all about Charles and Chic

- STOP! MAKING! ALICE! ASSOCIATE! WITH! CRIMINALS! She deserves so much better

- How convenient that FP is gone too smh

- Charles actor though is FINE.

- Please stop beating up Archie… at least for one fucking episode

- These sound effects are taking me out

- Betty really trying to gate Glen killed huh

- honestly though the “sure you are, babe” watching them be murder boyfriends would be so much more interesting than bh and va being forced down our throats again for another season

- Always gotta have that close up of the mentally unstable criminal closing his eyes and putting the gun next to their temple

- So was Betty not gonna shoot Charles…?

- “My muse” “Don’t be such a Betty” wdym she was the one who always went to get herself into bad situations, YOU we’re the “buzzkill"

- I understand Tabitha’s intentions but isn’t cuffing him more dangerous bc he’s not in his right state of mind and could literally break his wrist, or worse?

- Jughead infantilizing teenage!Betty is fucking disgusting

- WILHEIM SCREAM??

- Penelope acting like she cares

- WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS??????

- The day Veronica’s plot doesn’t revolve around toxic men will be the best fucking day sigh

- People would believe the solider over the higher ups but okay

- thank god no more va for now

- “Fine, have fun.” Why are you being an asshole, Archie? You don’t even love her like the writers were trying to make it seem you were

- oh right Betty abusing her power and taking matters into her own hands

- Oh so I was right in a way…. did he chop off his hand or something? 😭😭

[fingerguneds]

hi! could I ask for some stozier fluff, like, stan and richie go grocery shopping ( not established relationship but they both like each other a whole lot ) 💞 thanks!

heyy

thank you very much for your ask, i fucking loved working on this, hope you don’t mind my loose interpretation of your prompt..

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Stanley doesn’t like grocery shopping. He hates it, actually: it’s stressful, it’s always about letting people bother you somehow, and it’s totally not worth it when there’s food delivery.

But newsflash sweetie, it’s New Year’s Eve and all the closest shops are bombarded with orders. He can’t even imagine a worse case of spending the last few hours of 2019th, maybe with an exception of having to be with his parents, but whatever. It’s still bad.

So there he is, with bananas, blueberries and two bottles of white dessert wine in his cart he’s sure gonna suck in all alone in his sitting room later this evening, deciding on whether he needs another head of brie cheese, when he notices a familiar mop of black curly hair by the cereal stand.

There’s no way he wouldn’t recognize Richard Tozier from the communication and design department. He’s one of the loudest, brightest and most charmingly gorgeous people in their company, and if Stan ever tells you he hasn’t been having a huge, fat crush on him for the last few months, he’d be the ugliest, most pathetic liar.

He’s a good liar, though. He’s excellent at ignoring his fluttering heart every time Richie walks in their department to share a word with Eddie Kaspbrak, the most pleasant coworker of Stan’s in his personal opinion, or casting his best cold-eye when at parties they accidentally end up sharing a table and the guy, because he’s actually nice to everyone, tries to start an odd conversation about broken vending machines on the first floor or the fucking weather.

Why? Because Stan’s a pussy. He’s already really, really attracted to this black-haired mess of a person, with his ridiculously dark eyes with stupidly long lashes on a damn weird face one wouldn’t call pretty, because of that big nose, covered in bright specks of freckles that burn on cool paleness of his skin, or large, red and plump-lipped mouth; but would totally still define as beautiful, because those eyes are not just dark — they’re the colour of reddish pine bark after it’s been raining for hours; because that skin is not just pale — it’s like absolutely white marble with rare blue veins in all the rightest places of the man’s slender body; because his features, although weird and uncommon, somehow create a loud and charismatic pattern that attracts an eye, that makes you want to look, to inspect, to...admire.

And that’s what Stan’s been doing. Admiring from afar, because he’s a coward, too sensitive to let someone this loveable, loud and easy-going in. He’s too protective over his heart, he doesn’t take risks, he’s too fragile for his own good, and one more thing — even though Stanley secretly thinks he’s better than everyone, there is no way someone like Richie would want to do anything with him. He’s the most adorable with everyone, that’s in his nature, and thank god Stan smart enough to know that and to be aware that he’s not special — that Richie flirts with anyone, holds the door for every goddamn person in the office, checks up on every other stranger in an elevator, and although this still makes Stan’s dick ridiculously hard, he also almost dies on the spot when Richie turns his head a little bit and after a moment of surprise breaks into a grin. Stan, like a good goddamn liar he is, shoots him a quick nod of recognition, throws the bloody cheese into his cart with a bored expression and decides to get the fuck out of this place before his heart decides to break his ribcage into pieces. As calm and collected Stanley Uris is on the outside, he’s just as chaotic and messy on the inside.

He walks towards the end of an aisle as casual but fast as possible, as if his feet are on fire but he’s used to it (which is true, metaphorically speaking), and just when he’s ready to hide from Richie behind another row, something much, much more terrible than bumping into your big fat crush slash occasional wet dream happens to him.

“Stan!”

His heart drops down to his feet, when he recognizes the voice. He keeps walking forward, hoping for an earthquake, a sudden alien invasion, The Judgment Day — anything to save him from this most unwanted encounter, but of course nothing happens. A big tenacious hand still grabs his forearm, making him stop and turn, and this face Stan’s been successfully avoiding for the past couple years still appears in front of him, unchanged and familiar as ever.

Patrick.

See, he maybe wouldn’t be afraid of talking to Richie and making friends with him and maybe even going for more, if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s been in a relationship with one extremely toxic and emotionally abusive man, and although Stan knows all these things, he knows he only terrorized him because he’s an awful person, not Stan, he still—can’t not be affected.

Who in the hell’s gonna love a needy Jewish nerd with a fucked-up brain and a shit ton of insecurities, earned throughout his not-so-bright pathetic faggot life?

Only Patrick, with his huge, kind heart and a perverted kink for losers, lucky for Stan: shaming people for what they are first, than pressing further, and finishing up with messing them up completely.

“Oh, hi, Patrick” Stan says casually, shoulders relaxed, body weight kept on one leg, yet one hand clinging the cart’s holder so tight his fingers turn purple, the other one in a fist, nails professionally breaking the delicate skin of Stan’s palm. “Long time no see.”

Leaving your ass all those years ago is still one of my biggest accomplishments, asshole.

Patrick’s eyes sparkle wickedly and his lips break into a wolfish smirk. Stanley finally notices he’s not alone: to the right there stands a blond man, not tall, seemingly muscular, small blue piggish eyes squinting at him with an alarming amount of hatred. Just what the fuck.

“How rude of me, this is Dean, by the way,” he says, showing up their intertwined fingers. Stan doesn’t feel jealous or envious, to his own pleasure, but he does feel this wholesome wave of bitterness. Assholes shouldn’t get away with all the nasty things they do and then proceed to live their nasty lives like nothing happened, while people they leave crippled and broken still suffer with their demons.

Stan won’t give him the satisfaction. He breaths in and smiles politely.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” he says, totally aware that although he’s the lonely one here, he’s still prettier and, dare he say, smarter than that Dean guy. His mug...his mug is for sure a God’s creation, but boy, did he decide to go off with this one? Yes. And absolutely nothing says mind in those little dirty-blue pools of anger he has for eyes. He looks like someone who would tattoo their first lover’s name on their bicep. And make tik-toks in their truck.

“Nice set,” Patrick, the fucker, senses Stanley’s dominating vibe and makes another elegant attempt to ruin everything he’s been building up. “Here alone?”

Okay, alright, it’s gonna be tough at the beginning, but at least he’s not holding some Dean’s sweaty stupid hand—

“Love, I only found buckwheat pasta, it all must be taken already,” and now it’s time for the third thing to make Stanley discover a lot of new white hairs tomorrow in front of the mirror. Thank God he’s not dark-haired.

Like Richie fucking Tozier, who appears literally out of nowhere, with a pack of fucking buckwheat pasta in his hand, the kindest, warmest look in his eyes behind huge coke-bottle glasses he (of course) rocks the shit out, and a smile Stan’s sure gonna jerk off to for days.

“We could drive to Tesco if you wanna—“ he starts in another attempt to silently offer Stanley a helping hand, but cuts himself off. “Oh, I’m sorry, do I know you?” he turns to face Patrick and Dean with a ridiculous replica of Stanley’s own polite smile, and if Stan wouldn’t be this honest-to-god shocked, he’d definitely laugh at the sight of it.

Patrick looks...scandalized in the most precious way.

“It’s Patrick,” Stan says, thankfully without a tremble in his voice. “We used to date a long time ago. And this is...um, Dean, right?”

“Yeah,” Patrick nods, seemingly taken aback. “My current boyfriend.”

“Oh, my pleasure!” Richie exclaims, grinning widely. “Honoured to meet my man’s old friends,” Stan almost chokes at this, but suddenly there’s someone’s strong hand sliding on his waist, and a solid body, pressing against his side. “I’m Richie by the way, Stanley’s current boyfriend.”

An uncomfortable silence hangs then between the four of them, until Patrick licks his lips in a predatory way, and nods again.

“Alright, we better keep going. It was nice to see you, Stan, have fun,” he almost spits out the last words, and him and Dean quickly leave, just like a mirage Stanley would rather forget forever.

But not the hand, still holding him tight.

“You okay?” Richie murmurs then quietly into Stan’s ear, sending warm shivers down his body. Stan hopes his coat is thick enough for Richie to not hear how embarrassingly rapid his heartbeat currently is.

“Yeah,” he answers, nodding. As much as he hates to do this, he takes a step back, which allows him to look at Richie closely for the first time in his life.

And God he’s handsome.

“I’m—“ Stanley asks, but Richie cuts him off.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and although his eyes are still pleasantly concerned, his lips curve into a small guilty smile. “I didn’t want to spy on you, I just overheard that asshole—shit, sorry, I didn’t mean—“

“No, he is an asshole,” Stanley shrugs, still lying to Richie and himself. Lying that his body’s not still on fire, his brains are not melting into disgustingly sweet puddles of adoration, his palms are not sweaty and his throat is not drier than Sahara. “And thank you for...helping me out, I guess? You really didn’t have to do that.”

Richie looks at him with something Stanley can’t really understand in his eyes, and his smile widens, revealing two big front teeth one would call funny, but Stan honest to god finds them adorable. Like the rest of Richie, really. There’s no point in denying this, he’s gone.

“I know,” he says, and his voice is low, with a slight edge. “I just, I thought there’s no better time than the present, you know, and instead of making another New Year resolution I’m going to ignore, I could give myself a chance right here and right now,” the apples of his cheeks turn an impossibly lovely shade of pink, and Stanley wants to slap himself for being such a slut for this man. He collects himself without a flinch and finally pays attention to Richie’s words and frowns.

“I beg your pardon?”

Richie keeps blushing deeper and deeper in shade.

“Well, you see, there’s that adorable Hebrew in my friend Eddie’s department that I’ve been trying to court for months, but he’s either too dense to notice it, or it’s me who’s dense and is just too preoccupied to take “no” as an answer, you know? So I’ve decided to go off in 2020 and...basically crack my ass to make that boy be more clear, yeah? Because I’m crushing like crazy stupid, you have no idea,” by the end of his ramble, his face is fully red, and fortunately for him, he’s not the only one looking like a basic white tourist after seven hours under Egyptian sun without a hat.

“Did you,” Stan mewls, voice finally breaking like a bitch, but nevertheless, his chin is up and he’s professionally acting like he doesn’t look as pathetic as Richie. “Did you just call me dense while hitting on me?”

“Yeah,” Richie breathes out, and his smile is so sunny, and warm, and relieved that Stan can’t help but smile back, rolling his eyes nevertheless, because he’s what? Still a good liar. “Did it work?”

***

It definitely did, Stanley thinks two hours later, sitting in Richie’s barstool with a glass of wine in one hand, watching the other man cook that bloody buckwheat pasta and listening to his absolutely endearing unstoppable ramble about his secret passion for cooking and not-so-secret passion for Stanley. He really, really doesn’t give a shit about embarrassing himself, Stan realizes somewhere after the words “I got shitfaced and ugly-cried for hours at that party when you left the table exactly thirty seconds after I tried to initiate a conversation with you.”

It definitely did, Richie thinks in the next morning, waking up with Stanley’s curls in his mouth, his back pressed against Richie’s chest and their bodies wrapped around each other under lazy January sun.

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i have to say i’m not a huge fan of fake/pretend relationship trope but this specific um turn of events when character a is in an embarrassingly lonely situation against their ex and character b abruptly decides to save the day and then they end up together for real...is the shit

[jeontaeh]

TWENTY ONE²¹

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"Hey Jimin." Namjoon said, entering the dining room. "Guess what?"

"Ooh-" Jimin started, and then closed his eyes, deep in thought. "Umm... let's see... you-"

"No I'm not actually asking you to guess, Jimin." Namjoon snapped, and Jimin sighed to himself.

"Ugh, my mind... Intellectuals only." Jimin said, and Namjoon gave him a confused look.

"Where's everyone else? I wanna say something to everyone." Namjoon said, and then Jin walked into the room, along with Yoongi.

"All I'm saying is, if god didn't want us to eat meat, then why'd he make it taste so fucking good?"

"Jin that's the most controversial thing I've ever heard anyone say." Yoongi scoffed, and Jin rolled his eyes. "Stay hungry vegan bitch."

"I'm not even vegan!" Yoongi snapped, and then Hoseok walked into the room.

"Guys it smells like a hat in here."

"What the fuck does a hat smell like?"

"A hat."

"And that's why I think-" Jungkook started, walking into the dining room with Taehyung. "-that being a furry is not only sustainable for the environment but also the economy."

There was a silence, and Jungkook turned and looked at the others. "Oh hey guys what's up?"

Namjoon just shock his head. "I hate all of you."

"Wig." Jimin said, propping his feet onto the table in front of him.

"Jimin stop talking like that please."

"Sister snapped!"

"Jimin stop! You're being annoying."

"That's the tea sis!"

"Shut up!" Namjoon snapped, and then everyone looked at him. "There's something serious going on, I need all of you to use the 12 collective brain cells you all have and listen to me for once."

"That would mean all six of us have.." Jungkook started, and then looked away, mumbling something to himself, doing the math in his head- "2 brain cells."

"The intelligence jumped out." Jimin said, and Jungkook pouted. Taehyung sat down beside Jungkook and pinched his waist.

"What's wrong Joonie?" Jin asked, and Namjoon gulped. "Okay, you know the small black cameras all around the ship? Well the one in the engineering room fell out so I was looking into it because I was bored-"

"You were bored so you decided to look at machines? Fuckin' nerd."

"Shut up Yoongi at least he doesn't perform foreplay in his Hello Kitty fursuit in his free time." Jin snapped, and Yoongi scoffed in offense, Hoseok letting out a laugh.

"Anyways so I looked into it- and there was a chip in it. There's this machine in the engineering room I put the chip into, and it generated the code. If I'm not wrong.. the code had the first two numericals the same as the one in our planet. And I know every planet has different codes.. now these chips- they're like trackers. The cameras are connected to other devices in other plan-"

"Literally have no clue what you're talking about." Taehyung said, and Namjoon groaned.

"Someone's watching us!" Namjoon snapped, and everyone's eyes widened. "The people from our university, they can see us through the cameras."

"Wait a minute- so this whole time they could see us and know where we are- but never tried to contact us or help us??" Hoseok said, and Namjoon nodded.

"Yes. This literally proves my theory. They put us here on purpose and want us to die. How do we know if the map they gave us in the beginning was even correct?" Namjoon said, and Jimin bit his lip.

"Shit, Joon. Didn't you say we were running out of fuel too?" Jimin asked, and Namjoon nodded, looking down.

"What are we going to do? If we run out of fuel.. we'll get stranded on some planet in the middle of nowhere." Taehyung said, and Jungkook stood up, looking angrily at the camera on the wall.

"Help us you fucking assholes!" Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung instantly grabbed Jungkook and pulled him down.

"Kook, don't! They don't want us to become self aware! If we do, then they might do something. You don't know what they're capable of." Taehyung said, and Jungkook's eyes grew big in worry.

"Sorry." Jungkook said softly, and Namjoon put his hands up. "Don't worry too much, guys. I found something. There's this kind of liquidated metal in a planet closeby. That one's practically identical to the type of fuel this ship requires. We can use that! It doesn't last very long.. but it'll make do for a while."

"Namjoon you are so smart! We would literally die without you." Jin said, rushing forward and giving Namjoon a kiss on the cheek.

"Honestly, thouh." Yoongi said, seeing Namjoon blush. "We'd have to make Jimin the leader or some shit."

Jimin stuck his tongue out at Yoongi, and then Namjoon spoke up. "Jungkook, Taehyung, did you guys learn about Requiry Embezzling Missions?"

Jungkook nodded, and Taehyung scoffed. "Yes. We all know it's fancy for 'stealing something from another planet that doesn't belong to us'."

"Yeah, basically. You guys will have to steal this metal liquid. It's kind of important to the aliens there, so don't take too much of it." Namjoon said, and Jungkook and Taehyung nodded.

Everyone got up and walked out of the room, talking within themselves, and Jungkook looked at Taehyung, eyes shining.

"This is exciting." Jungkook said, and Taehyung smiled as well. "It is." Taehyung said, but then his smile faltered a bit.

"You.. should let me take the lead for this one. I've learned more about it." Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded. "Okay."

"Let's get out of here." Taehyung said, and they both got up and walked out of the dining room.

✭

"Namjoon.." Taehyung said, seeing the older purple haired boy standing in the control room, looking outside.

"Hey Tae. What's up?" Namjoon said, giving him a warm smile, beckoning him to come stand with him.

Taehyung walked up to him, rubbing his hands together in a somewhat nervous and hesitant manner. "A-are you sure me and Jungkook should be doing this?"

"Do you mean the stealing thing? I know it's bad- but as far as I've checked, it seems as if they have loads and loads of it, so-"

"No no, not that." Taehyung said, and then looked at Namjoon wearily. "I mean.. the whole mission thing. You know about the whole stupid chocolate death thing." Taehyung said, and Namjoon frowned in realization. "I don't want to hurt him."

"I know you don't. I'm sure nothing will happen, Tae. I'm certain what you looked into was past history, possibly a myth conjured to fool hopeless people. It's been done in the past." Namjoon chuckled, and Taehyung sighed.

"I-I hope so." Taehyung mumbled, and Namjoon gave him a small smile.

"Tae!" Jungkook called, and Taehyung turned around and smiled a little. "I'm gonna go." Taehyung said, and Namjoon waved him off, and Taehyung walked out of the room.

Namjoon continued looking outside into space, and heard a voice. "You busy?"

Namjoon turned and saw Jin. "Ah, Jin! Come. I'm not busy." Namjoon said, and Jin walked up to him.

Jin looked at the miles and miles of the black void outside, twinkling stars and vibrant planets in the distance. "It's truly so beautiful. I could never get sick of it."

"Me too. Having been here so long, the fear of being in complete isolation is slowly wearing away." Namjoon said, and Jin looked at him.

"Do you think that's because you've been here so long, or because you have us with you?" Jin asked, and Namjoon smiled, looking at him.

"Both, I think." Namjoon said, and Jin walked behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"You take up too much responsibility, Joon. You're the smartest here, but don't think you have to miraculously save all of us from this. It's a group effort, okay? You're not alone here." Jin said, and Namjoon sighed.

"I know. I tend to get a little overbearing on others and myself sometimes."

"I think you forget that you're also still a baby." Jin said, placing his chin on Namjoon's shoulder. Namjoon laughed.

"I'm only 2 years younger than you, Jin." Namjoon said, and Jin spun him around, looking at him closely.

"Still very young. I hope you're keeping your own wellbeing in consideration." Jin said softly, and Namjoon smiled.

"I am. Thank you." Namjoon said, and Jin hummed.

Jin leaned in a bit, and Namjoon did as well, and then they both heard a loud crash.

Both pulled away, and in worry, rushed out of the control room and saw Jungkook lying on the floor face first, groaning, while Jimin stood beside him, along with Taehyung.

"God, Jungkook- I told you you couldn't carry 5 chairs at once!" Jimin snapped, and Taehyung walked over to Jungkook and helped pick him up.

Jin burst out laughing and so did Namjoon, and they both walked up to Jimin and help him pick up five chairs.

Taehyung picked Jungkook up, and the boy groaned in pain, and Taehyung chuckled. "You're adorable."

"I'm not... I'm strong." Jungkook mumbled in a pout, and Taehyung looked at him with a smile.

"You are! You're strong and have many muscles, Cherry, but you're still adorable." Taehyung said, and Jungkook hit him on the chest.

Taehyung whacked him on the chest back, and Jungkook fell back, falling on the floor again, wincing. "Ow! W-why'd you hit me so hard?" Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung's eyes widened.

"O-oh- shit- sorry Kook, I didn't mean to-" Taehyung said, and the other three boys, Jin Jimin Namjoon, turned and looked at them, looking worried.

Taehyung reached down and helped Jungkook to stand up again, and Jungkook rubbed at his chest where Taehyung hit him, and looked at Taehyung with angered eyes and a pout.

"Meanie." Jungkook said, and Taehyung sighed. "Sorry.. Jupiter males are just naturally stronger."

Jungkook nodded, and then leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Doesn't matter. I'm gonna go suit up." Jungkook said with a small smile, and then rushed off to his room.

"Is that true?" Jimin asked, and Taehyung turned around to look at them.

"No! We're not naturally stronger!" Taehyung said nervously, and then walked over to Jin and punched him.

"What the hell!" Jin snapped, and Taehyung looked at him. "Did that hurt badly?"

"Not really.." Jin said, and Taehyung sighed. "See! That's the amount of pressure I put on Jungkook, and he went flying back!" Taehyung said, and then looked at Namjoon.

"Joon, this can't be a coincidence. Why is it when I touch him with a little pressure he gets hurt?" Taehyung said weakly, and Namjoon gulped.

"Don't- don't worry, Tae! It'll be fine. I'm sure he's just weaker right now because of the whole medicine and brownie and ass fucking thing." Namjoon blabbered, and then Taehyung sighed to himself, rubbing his face.

"I hope so."

✭

Jungkook and Taehyung stood behind a large tree with red leaves, standing on black sand, big birds flying overhead. The sky was reddish, and they were in another planet. The planet with the metal liquid they needed. They were in a forest.

"Where is it located?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung gestured ahead. "Where that alien guy is sitting. Behind him lies a stream of the metal liquid. We need to get enough of it in this barrel." Taehyung said, pointing to the barrel Jungkook was holding.

A little far away, past many trees, was a slap of cobblestone, where there was a man sitting in yellow clothes, sitting criss cross with his eyes closed.

"He's meditating, Tae." Jungkook said.

"He's died."

"Jimin shut up." Taehyung whisper-snapped, both boys touching their earpiece. Jimin was back on the ship, monitoring the two.

"Okay c'mon, we just need to go forward and get it while he can't hear us-" Jungkook started, and Taehyung gripped his arm.

"No, you stay here. I'll go get it." Taehyung said, and Jungkook frowned.

"What? No- Tae, c'mon. I'm going too." Jungkook said, and Taehyung looked at him.

"Kook, I want you to stay here and be on the lookout."

"Isn't that what I'm here for?" Jimin said in their earpieces, and Jungkook snickered. "Exactly. Stop worrying, Tae. Let's do this."

Taehyung sighed. "Fine, whatever. Let's see if anything wakes him up." Taehyung said, and then picked up a few stones in his hand. "Let's fling a couple of rocks at him-"

Jungkook picked up a boulder and threw it at the guy.

"Jungkook!" Taehyung snapped, and both saw the rock go past him, not hitting him, but not waking him either. "Not that big a rock, you dumbass!"

"Sorry." Jungkook giggled, and then grabbed pebbles. Taehyung and him began flicking them at the guy, and one of them went and landed on his bald head.

Both started giggling when he didn't wake up, and Jungkook threw another rock, and it landed perfectly on his head again. They started giggling again. Taehyung threw a rock far and it landed on his head again, and now they both started wheezing, having to cover their mouths because they couldn't be loud.

"J-Jimin you see this?"

"Y'all are on crack. Stop fucking around, c'mon. Get this done." Jimin snapped through the earpiece, and then Taehyung cleared his throat and stopped laughing.

"I think we can go." Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded. They both ran forward, not making any sound, and then reached in front of the meditating guy.

He was sitting in criss cross position, his skin white like chalk. Jungkook and Taehyung tiptoed past him, and then saw the metal liquid stream, colored in blue.

"Quick!" Jungkook said in a hushed voice, and they both reached the barrel down into the stream and let the blue liquid fill up the empty barrel.

"This reminds me of my ass that day."

"Jesus fucking Christ Jungkook, I'm right here." Jimin snapped, and Jungkook started laughing, and Taehyung glared at him to shut up.

They waited until the big barrel overflowed with the liquid, and then Taehyung put the lid on it, and they both tit toed out.

Taehyung rushed onto the black sand, and Jungkook jumped down too, and Taehyung reached his hand out. "Let's go." Taehyung said, grabbing Jungkook's hand.

Taehyung squeezed his hand tightly, so Jungkook winced and let out a loud sound of pain, pulling his hand back. "Ow!" Jungkook cried, and then they both heard a rustle.

Both turned around, and saw the white man's eyes open, fully black eyes.

"Fuck." Both boys said.

The man looked enraged, and then banged his fist on the ground beside him, and started shouting in some language.

"Dammit- let's r-" Taehyung started, and then they heard the trees rustling, and a bunch of these aliens started jumping out from the trees, looking angered, all chanting foreign words.

"Fuck!" Jungkook yelled, and they both started running.

"You idiots! Get to the position beside the yellow tree so Hoseok can beam you up!" Jimin snapped, and both kept running really fast.

Taehyung turned and saw at least 20 of these aliens chasing them, and him and Jungkook started yelling in fear, and felt their feet going immensely fast on the black sand, crunching on red leaves and feeling the aliens reach closer.

"Fuck fuck fuck- run faster!" Jungkook shouted, and Taehyung groaned, holding the barrel.

"I'm trying!" Taehyung snapped back, and they started running faster past the trees and forest, hearing the footsteps trampling behind them.

They saw the yellow tree and reached it, but then groaned when they saw more aliens coming from the other side, charging at them while holding spears. Fuck.

"Fucking- fuck! Jimin, hurry up!" Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook looked at him wearily, both stopping, both parties of running aliens catching up.

"I'm trying! It's taking some time!"

"Use your super strength, Tae!" Jungkook said fearfully, and Taehyung looked at him nervously. "I-I can't!"

Jungkook frowned, and then they saw the running people getting closer and closer.

"Jimin!" Taehyung yelled, and both heard Jimin groan in their earpiece. "It's done just 10 seconds-"

The spears started getting thrown at them, and Jungkook and Taehyung started dodging them like crazy. "Faster!" Jungkook snapped, and they could hear the panic in Jimin's voice.

"5.. 4... 3... 2... 1-"

One of the aliens threw a spear right at Jungkook.

And then they got teleported onto the ship.

Both panted heavily, on their hands and knees on the floor of the control room. Taehyung was sweating like mad, and dropped the barrel on the side, wiping his forehead. He turned to the side, and heard a gasp.

Jungkook got a spear stabbed in him.

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https://jeontaeh.tumblr.com/post/647228447446466560/twenty-two%C2%B2%C2%B2

[laceymorganwrites]

She-Hulk and Explosion Boy pt.6

Word Count: 1,873

Pairing: Bakugo x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing

Summary: What happens when two idiots catch Feelings for each other and are too proud to admit it?

“You´re such a fucking idiot, you know” you laughed as Bakugo teased you about being bad at video games. You were just lying on your bed, competing with each other as usual.

It was only when you met up regularly again that you realized how much you really missed him.

Maybe Mina was right and you did like him more than you were ready to admit to yourself.

In those past few weeks you tried to find out exactly that, you tried to pay more attention to the feelings you felt when looking at Bakugo, when thinking about him, which you had to learn to accept that you did in fact think about him.

It wasn´t hard having feelings for your best friend, it was easy, inevitable. After all you spent almost every day with each other, talking to each other, getting to know one another closely enough to fall in love. Of course you had a crush on him.

How could you not? You weren´t blind.

He was handsome, and you were just a living human girl, and damn those arms could crush you at any time…

“(Y/N), you listening?” he nudged at your arm, trying to get your attention.

Okay, maybe you were too lost in thought thinking about him, but that was only because Mina annoyed you so much about it. At least that was what you told yourself.

“Huh? Did you say something?” you smirked at him, knowing full well he hated it when you didn´t pay attention to him.

“I said I need to go, it´s getting late” he rolled his eyes.

You felt a little pang in your heart and frowned at that, you didn´t realize it was already this late…

“Oh, alright...see you in school then” you mumbled, it was hard to hide your feelings around Bakugo, so you didn´t even bother trying.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow” he hesitated before answering. Bakugo was never sure what to do when you let him in on your emotions, he didn´t know how to comfort you or what was wrong in the first place, so he didn´t do anything at all.

And every time you looked at him an instance longer he felt his cheeks heat up, and when you touched his shoulder, or laughed at something he said…

But that was just because he liked you more than a friend.

He knew you´d never like him the same way and he hated his brain for interpreting things into your actions and giving him false hopes because of that.

Bakugo wasn´t stupid, he knew exactly that you were special, to him at least, if you´d spend time with someone as beautiful as you as often as he did it was bound to happen, really.

Fuck, he had to be the luckiest bastard on earth to have the privilege to be with you so often, yet he was also the stupidest to actually fall for you.

You deserved so much better, you deserved someone kind like Kirishima, someone caring like Sero and someone funny like Kaminari.

All the things he was not.

You accompanied Bakugo to the door and hugged him goodbye, a habit you developed after your make up, it was a bittersweet feeling.

Getting to get physically intimate with him, but having to let go eventually, being so close yet so far, and you always had to watch out not to hug him too long….like you did now, fuck.

Bakugo melted into the hug, not daring to hug back because he knew that if he did he´d never let you go.

He relaxed and his fingers itched so bad to touch you, he took in your sweet smell that always made him feel like home and fuck was he weak.

His arms slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him subconsciously, making you blush and your heart go crazy.

It was as if the whole world went still and silent, everything stopped like the cheesy sequences in those shitty romance movies.

“See you in school” Bakugo was the first one to let go after the way too long hug, but only because he had to physically force himself to.

You just nodded, thinking about how stupid you got every time you two got closer, your brain just shut off.

When you two walked to school the next morning, none of you uttered a word about the hug yesterday.

It was sort of like a silent agreement between the two of you.

As soon as you walked into school, getting to your class seemed more of a challenge than usual.

Not because you got lost like stupid fucks, but because class 1B was standing in front of your class and insulting you.

You groaned, it was too early for this shit.

Luckily Bakugo laid an arm around you, guiding you through the masses and making sure you didn´t get lost, he also handled the loud mouth who was insulting you rather well.

The presence of Bakugo´s arm around your shoulder only was realized by you when Mina gave you two a knowing look and giggled.

“I didn´t want her to get run over by those fucking pricks” Bakugo defended himself and put his arm away harshly,

It was only then that you missed his touch, you didn´t mind him having his arm around you at all, it was cute...as was he.

Wait...no...no he wasn´t, he was your friend and that was it. He was too dense to notice your flirting either way.

The purple haired guy from another class was distracting you from your thoughts in the worst way, he just talked over them, not only that, he insulted your class, your friends.

“Could you shut the hell up?! You weren´t even there so stop fucking telling us why we were doing what we were doing! Accusing us of calling the villains is literally the stupidest thing you could do. It doesn´t make sense, we wouldn´t even get anything out of it. What happened was shitty, we weren´t prepared. But we got lucky, that´s all there is to it. I´ve never even seen you before so stop acting like we should know you, like you´re somebody worth knowing and listening to, cause you´re not. You´re just an arrogant asshole who´s never been confronted with real villains, with the real cruel world. Didn´t your mother tell you to shut the fuck up when you know nothing?!”you stomped away from Bakugo angrily to stand up to the guy, balling your fists.

The way you were trembling with anger, the way your eyes were glistening with rage, Bakugo wanted you to beat up that guy and he wanted to watch and cheer you on.

“That´s enough” Aizawa interrupted, shooing away the other classes before commencing your own.

Before the actual lesson started he informed you about the annual UA sports festival that you would attend for the first time.

The news got you excited, it was the perfect opportunity to show agencies what you were made of.

Naturally you and Bakugo trained together for the event.

“You´re fucking quiet today, everything alright?” you asked as you worked out in the gym together.

Bakugo just grunted, finishing his session before answering.

“Fucker from general class annoyed me, that´s all” he answered, gritting his teeth.

You scoffed, it was like he wasn´t even trying to hide the fact that he was lying.

“If you say so” but you also decided that it was better not to question it, you didn´t want to anger him further and direct his bad mood at you.

You wanted to cheer him up after all.

He seemed glum up until the beginning of the sports festival, barely talked to you, Bakugo seemed more in his head than ever and it was all because of you.

Of course he´d never admit that.

He´d never admit that he hated the way that purple haired brat eyed you, the way he smirked at you, the way Bakugo could hear his disgusting thoughts about you…

There was nothing he´d like better than smash his face in.

And no he wasn´t jealous like all of his friends said, he was just protective of his friend… a friend he didn´t want to be his friend anymore, but he was too proud to admit that.

He snapped when he saw Shinsou flirting with you in the cavalry battle.

“I like girls who can stand up to me, girls who have balls like you” he smirked at you.

You tried your best to ignore him, Bakugo was right, he was annoying.

Well, he was annoying ever since he thought he could just stroll up to you and insult all of your friends.

“So you´re gay then...” you mumbled, trying not to get distracted.

Your team already gathered a fair amount of points, you weren´t going to lose them so easily.

“No, just interested in you” he told you boldly, making you roll your eyes.

“Sorry, you´re not my type” you told him, hoping he´d get the hint and leave you alone.

Little did you know Bakugo was listening in on your conversation.

“What´s your type then?” Shinsou still didn´t leave you alone.

You chuckled before answering, were you really going to confess your crush to an annoying brat from general classes?

“Blond bitches who look like they want to murder everybody, but are the sweetest little shit on the inside” yes, yes you were.

Bakugo was startled a bit at your answer, who was blond? And who was angry all the time beside him? You couldn´t mean him, that would be insane.

“Like that guy over there?” Shinsou pointed to Bakugo who glared at him with a murderous intent but also blushed heavily when you smirked and nodded, confirming it.

“Yep, that´s him, that´s my blond little bitch” you smiled sadly, it was stupid really, thinking of him that way.

If only you had the guts to actually tell him. The only reason you said it out loud now was because you thought he couldn´t hear you.

In this moment Bakugo´s brain completely shut off, luckily the game was over now and the real fights could start, he really needed to clear his head.

You and your friends sat with each other and when each of your fights came on, you cheered for each other.

The fights went by quickly, time only passed slower whenever it was Bakugo´s turn and you felt yourself anxious for him to win.

“Let´s go, babe...” you mumbled as he fought against Todoroki.

Mina exchanged confused looks with the others.

“Babe?” Sero questioned.

You covered your mouth with your hands.

“I didn´t say anything!” you defended yourself, already growing red as a tomatoe.

“You guys heard that too, right?” Sero asked and Kaminari and Kirishima nodded.

“So you finally confessed to him” Mina sighed.

“No...wait! I don´t even like him that way! And even if I did, he´d never like me back, so...argh just shut up!” you rambled.

Mina giggled: “Sure you don´t like him”.

“You just called him ´babe´, (Y/N). I think that´s a pretty clear sign of you liking him” Kirishima apologetically scratched his head.

You sat down again, head buried in your hands.

“I know...” you groaned.

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God of Lies (Loki x Reader)

"Forgive me - I don't mean to pry, but, why were you so adamant about not going out with the rest?" Loki asks.

That wasn't what you expected him to ask at all. Hell, you prepared for some kind of sideways question about your appearance or career choice.

Pleasantly surprised, you shrug your shoulders. "I just don't like the atmosphere in those kinds of places. Being around a bunch of drunk people. I don't really like drinking either."

"Why?" he chirps.

"I dunno. The whole lack of inhibitions, and," you thought for a moment, "the way it changes your personality. I never have liked that feeling. I'd rather be in full control of myself and my actions in places like that."

Loki purses his lips and nods slowly. "Quite a different outlook than that of your peers."

A pit in your stomach forms as you feel self conscious all of a sudden. "Well why didn't you go with them?" you ask defensively - more so than you meant to. Immediately your teeth clench, wishing you could press rewind.

"I prefer let those around me make fools of themselves. That way I don't have to do it for them. And, it's much more fun to watch than to be involved."

"Then you could've just went and didn't drink anything."

"Well, yes, I could've. But I wanted to kill two birds with one stone, as you say. Let earth's mightiest heroes entertain me with their drunken witlessness later, and in the meantime ... spend time with you."

Your steps slow down as Loki gets a few feet ahead of you, hands in his pockets, bright face looking forward. Completely unbelievable.

You laugh a dry laugh. "If you told a jackass that, he'd kick your teeth out."

"Beg your pardon?" he chirps again. He twirled around obnoxiously swinging a leg out.

When you spoke that thought out loud, you didn't think he'd even acknowledge it, let alone question you; and by the time your stunned brain formulates a response and your mouth opens to say it, Loki's chest is nearing yours. He's staring at you, seemingly not knowing or caring about the wall you're backing up to. You lock on him. Watching his every muscle movement. Licking his lips, the ghost of a smirk, a sort of ludic glint in his prodding eyes. You're feeling out his intent but he's fucking unreadable.

Then you remember that you're unarmed.

Every possible ounce of comfort, or confidence, and your ability to verbalize anything all drained away and you slam your mouth shut the instant his forearm rested against the bricks above your head. He's looming over you. It forced you to look downward at your shoes - and the tips of Loki's shoes just centimeters from yours - or else you would've brushed noses.

What're you gonna do? Shove this superhuman strength-wielding alien off you? Risk a bout of combat breaking out here in the middle of a beautiful gray New York evening? It does play out in your mind, but it doesn't get to the ending before a change of air wafts around you. You nearly lift your head - just out of instinct, trying to identify the pleasant smell - but Loki is right there.

...

It's him.

The scents of the streets you've been walking together, the cinnamon from the pastry he'd eaten, and a sort of elemental masculinity on his skin; they wake up something inside you that you did not want awaken right now. You wanted it to sleep. You wanted it to die.

But at the same time, you wanted to surrender to it. His mouth is literally right there, parted slightly, hovering at the tip of your nose. Although you search for an escape, you can't bring yourself to squirm away.

A laugh - more like a breath - puffs from Loki's throat, fanning your face. "A jackass?"

You swallow. "It's just a saying."

"I quite like that, actually."

He's whispering to your nose. Against a brick wall; amongst the New York City passersby. Just a tilt of the chin away.

With hooded, lustful eyes, Loki is scanning for signs of discomfort. While you are indeed shifting from side to side and refusing to look him in the face, he can feel something more than that. Something so vague, but so obvious it's almost physical.

He pushes himself away from the bricks.

"Are there any decent places nearby? Anything of substance? Value? Entertainment or enlightenment?"

Air harshly fills your chest upon regaining breathing room.

For a second, you draw a complete blank. You don't know what he's asking, you don't know what you're feeling, you don't know your own name for a good four seconds.

Then, confidently, you answer, "I know there's a library somewhere around here. I've been wanting to see some of the thrift stores, too. And there's a little walking trail somewhere that I've wanted to see. Any of those along the lines of what you're suggesting?" you prop your foot against the wall behind you. Getting comfortable again.

He sighs dramatically. "I suppose I like the idea of a thrift store. I don't have much apparel that would blend in with your Midgardian ... trends."

"Are you insinuating that you don't like human clothes?"

He raises his brows and looks down at you. "I'm wearing them now, aren't I?"

You start walking side by side, but with enough distance to keep you sane. The noise from honking cars blaring by, the steady electric hum of lights and signs, thousands of feet hitting the pavement and the occasional swearing from angry New Yorkers became sort of a white noise; it was comforting. Distracting.

You're searching for the nearest second-hand store on your phone as you walk. Of course Loki wouldn't question that - eighty percent of the faces he sees is staring down at their screens. So he had no clue that you were purposefully distracting yourself.

At least, you thought he didn't, and that was enough.

Upon glancing up from your directions, you catch Loki's eyes.

Spoke too soon.

You scoff, and can't help but grin at how ridiculous you feel. It frustrated you mentally and sexually - and all he did was look at you.

"You're so complicated," you half-joke.

Loki replies lightheartedly, "Have you ever considered the possibility that it's you that complicates me in your mind? Before you get angry, hear me out. Your people must find answers to everything in an attempt to understand them, and therefore you overthink the simplest things. For instance, I don't dislike all Midgardian apparel. I like what I'm currently wearing, I like what you're currently wearing ... " he trails off.

How? your inner voice says. You understood him liking his elegant three, four - hell, probably five piece suit, but you didn't even dress up today. You threw on whatever was nearest. It pales in comparison to his attire.

Wait a minute ...

This has to be a joke.

"Ah, you see? You're doing it now, questioning and processing everything I've just said instead of merely taking it for what it is. I'm really rather simple. I say what I mean for the most part."

"Is that why they call you the God of lies?"

Loki chuckles.

"Lying is merely enhancing the truth for a benefit. Within all lies, there is at least some truth."

You nod your head slowly beside him, absorbing what he's said. Trying to make sense of it, to somehow see the simplicity.

He's a damn contradiction. Just from your glances at him, the barely noticeable grin across his face and his overall attitude is confusing to say the least. It's like he's in the clouds somewhere, but at the same time he's firmly planted in the conversation.

"Okay, I have two things. First of all, that's bullshit."

He snorts. "And why is that?"

The two of you approach a crosswalk to cross a littered street, and Loki waits patiently beside you as you watch for traffic. Although you can't hardly hear yourself think, what with the cars now honking their horns only a few feet away, you scan around for an example to use.

The cars slow down, the light signals for you to walk, and you see one.

A young man approaches from the opposite side. He is clearly the result of a unicorn breeding with a death metal band. Long, wild pastel dyed hair, a black shirt gutted so much that the words are illegible, piercings, purple glasses. Nothing unusual for New York, really.

As you and Loki walk, you step ahead and take the lead.

"I love your tattoo!" You yell over the cars, pointing to the boy's face. He looks up from his phone.

"Oh, thank you!" the death-unicorn smiles, sweeping a piece of hair behind his ear, and that was it.

Now that your heart is pumping from pure fear, you speed walk across the street to get as far away from the situation as possible. Subsequently making Loki do the same to catch up behind you.

"Did you see that? Did you? I hated that tattoo!" you turn around and whisper-yell. "There was no truth in that statement I just made!"

"Really? I thought it looked nice."

"Yeah, I bet you did," you huff, looking for the thrift store sign.

You could punch him. You would, too, if it weren't for that face. That stupid grin. His eyes holding yours. Your mind wants to punch him but your body wants to touch him. Aren't the mind and body supposed to be in synchrony? What the fuck is happening?

"But, that was for the greater good, was it not? The actual words and thoughts behind the compliment may not have been what you truly feel, however it made him - or her - it made them feel happy. In the end, isn't that what matters?"

You suppose he isn't completely wrong.

Wait, no! What an asshole!

"Which leads me to my next point," you stop and fiercely turn around to face him. "How do I know that everything you've told me so far isn't all lies?"

It sure feels good to burn someone that severely. It looks like you might have even hurt him a little. And it actually feels good.

After a few seconds of you antagonistically waiting for a response, Loki shakes his head. A sad smile appears for an instant before he looks up from the pavement into your eyes.

"Others may call me the God of Lies, but in every word I say to you is nothing but the truth."

The burn was short-lived. In fact, instead of how it should've been, where he's the one who gets burned, now it feels like you're the jerk who finally got what was coming to them.

You too ashamed to move. You know that what he just said wasn't a lie - you watched. You analyzed it. As one who's been deceived a few times ... you could tell. No unnecessary or distracting movements, no overuse of "honest" behaviors. He hasn't used arrogance as a veil like you've seen him do with others. What reason do you have to believe that he's a liar, anyway? Sure, he ate the last chocolate chip cookie one night at two A.M. and casted an illusion of Thor eating it for FRIDAY's surveillance (which he doesn't realize you know, as you saw the fake Thor disappear through Loki's wall) among other similar things, but that really isn't master manipulation. Hell, that's a good sense of humor.

But you've come this far. You can't let him off that easy.

Mustering up a voice, you say, "That still doesn't prove - Loki?"

He's gone.

Frantically you search, hair flipping every which way. Your heart starts to race as you look for the tall Asgardian amongst New York City's population. Faces are all blurs. Just trenchcoats and blue jeans.

He's gone!

You're unconsciously spinning around searching, and your eyes land on the thrift store sign above you. Trying to think the best instead of the worst you push through the crowds of people - some soft and some hard as brick walls - to get to the entrance. You were disheveled before and you're a mess now; New York crowds are like California rip currents.

The first thing you see in the store is rows and rows of racks of clothes. Then you see the shoppers, all leisurely looking the store over. As you enter, and the smell of fabric and the insides of people's homes hits you, you scan around. Old people are weaving through the used furniture, kids are playing with old toys, and their moms are looking at shoes for their growing feet.

You see a huge bookshelf at the back wall and are very, very tempted. But you remember that Loki is missing.

Scanning the tops of aisles for heads, you begin walking through the racks of jeans, khaki pants, shorts, and are reluctant to call his name out. You never know who remembers what when it comes to alien attacks.

Panic starts to set in.

"How does this look?"

A one-eighty degree spin. There he is. In between the racks, wearing an awful yellow 1980's plaid blazer.

You wonder if this is what love feels like.

"Looks great."

"Well, well. You could be the Goddess of Lies."

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it's been a while :) how you duhhhhn?

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Friends Don’t Kiss III - Jim Mason x Male!Reader

A/N: Hey y’all. I do wanna start by apologizing for taking so long for this chapter. I stopped writing it for this series for a bit because I wasn’t sure if you guys were enjoying it. But when I got some feedback and wanted to start writing I went on vacation + got really sick so here we are. So thanks to those who continued to hold me accountable for putting out part three.

Also it feels really satisfying to have this chapter out after trying to finish it since APRIL. So please don’t let this flop - Jim and his non-boyfriend boyfriend need the support because ANGST and problematic fathers continue in Part 4. 

Summary: Jim and Y/N continue discovering themselves

Warnings: angst, smut (finally, right? I’m a sucker for a slow burn) probably other stuff like internalized homophobia, problematic parents. 

Word Count: 3k (longest part to make up for the fact that i took so long?)

Cold, sterile air filled Y/N’s senses. The harsh fluorescent lights only added to his anxiety. He felt the most ill when stepping into a hospital. Nothing could pull his eyes off the sleeping boy; he watched as Jim’s chest rose and fell softly.

“You can get some rest, you know?” Medina asked from the doorframe. “Doctor said he’ll be up soon.” She didn’t step into the room, only lingered. Y/N always liked her. She was the type to call things like they were and never bend to anyone. He wished he were more like her.

“I’m okay,” he lied; he was far from okay and had been for a while now. Y/N couldn’t afford the luxury of worrying for himself - not when Jim was hospitalized. Because of him.

Beep, beep, beep

He thought the constant beeping of the monitor was taunting him. With each second that Jim didn’t wake up, the monitor would continue to drill into his head.

***

It began with the tips of his fingers and slowly spread throughout his body and mind; sobriety. Jim’s fingertips twitched, grasping at the thermal blanket. Is he waking up? He could begin to recognize the sounds around him. ‘I’ll go get my parents’. Medina.

Beep, beep, beep.

Even through groggy, medicated thoughts, the stiffness in the air and monitor beeping gave it away. Jim knew exactly where he was. Even if he couldn’t remember how he got there.

He squinted at the ceiling as the jarring light shone too brightly. He tried to get up and pull at his IV.

“Jim,” a cracked voice called to him. Y/N began standing up from the generic hospital chair, dark circles adorning beneath his eyes, “Stop! The doctor will be here soon,” he took a step towards the bed.

“Get the fuck out.. get out,” Jim rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand like if he were trying to erase the image in Y/N being there. It would hurt less. “I don’t wanna see you. Leave!” he started raising his voice.

“Jim, calm down. Please.” Y/N began to worry for his health in an agitated state. He raised his arms in a truce, “I’ll leave. Just.” he breathed out, heavily, “I was worried for you,”

“Bullshit!” tears started falling down Jim’s cheeks. He hadn’t even me conscious for ten minutes and he already wished he was under again. To be completely numb.

“I’ll let Medina know you’re up,” he hung his head low in shame. Even when all he wanted was to pick up the broken pieces he left, he couldn’t do it. Not now. He stalked to the door with one final look at Jim.

Jim looked out the window, unable to watch as his best friend walked away. He focused on the birds flying high in the sky, wishing he were them. To be free from the chains.

“Jim,” his head snapped towards the door.

Medina was hasty in her entrance. She had been here before. They all had. Nothing upset her more than seeing Jim like this. Perhaps their mother, doctors, or even Jim could believe he did this for a quick high. But she knew all the pain he was clawing through.

He could see it - hell, he could feel it. Feel the dread she carried into the room. “I want to leave.” he turned his attention back to the window.

“What happened Jim?” she had the courtesy of shutting the door behind her.

“Nothing.” his chest strained against the itchy linen of the hospital gown. “Just being stupid. You know this.”

“You know that’s not what I’m asking.” Medina walked over to bedside. Her hand hovered above his head, afraid on intertwining her fingers through his brown locks.

“Why was he here?” his voice sounded like glass breaking; a million words unsaid in the cracking of his voice.

Jim was too tired for a real answer. Answers he knew he didn’t want to hear - not now. All he wanted was to forget it.

Not just that night. If only he could forget the months spent in secrecy; the hidden brushing of hands and the stolen glances.

If only he could forget him.

***

Y/N had been sitting in his car for over an hour. He couldn’t make himself drive away - he didn’t know what to do or who he was.

He was guilty that much he was sure of. He carried the weight of Jim on his shoulders. The pressure of keeping him here. The insistence of the love he felt for him.

Love.

Y/N couldn’t admit, even to himself, that what he felt for Jim was love until something like this happened. He couldn’t have his silence - his fear, risk Jim again.

He risked a lot himself by admitting these feelings to himself. He could hear the gravelly voice of his father beating on the walls of his brain.

Rain began to pour down and he lost himself in the pitter patter of the droplets hitting the window. He wanted the rain to wash away the pain of yesterday.

Y/N rarely cried. If fact, most people wouldn’t be w me to imagine him crying in a million years. He put up a good front. Maybe so well that the mask he put on for the word was becoming a who he was.

But when the rain slowed and behind the clouds, a rainbow appeared he began to cry. He wasn’t aware that the bright colored arc in the sky had that impact on him until he felt warm tears stream down his eyes.

His secret, his shame, had almost cost Jim his life. Not once, but twice. He couldn’t bare it any longer. Like a sign from a high power or the universe or whatever it was, Y/N was ready.

You can never be ready for the unknown. He knew how life ran with his mask --but the unknown of how it would proceed once it came off scared him almost as much as the thought of losing his best friend.

Almost.

He fought hard against the knot in his throat and used the back of his hand to clear his face. The rain outside and tears in his eyes made him feel cleansed.

He wanted to let go.

***

Accusations and bickering back and forth was all that Jim heard on the drive home. He stared out the moving car, wishing he were anywhere else. 

Hell, the hospital room felt more like a home than this. 

Once home, his mother’s five foot frame looked up at him with a scold in her eye, She began questioning everything.

“Don’t you love me, Jimmy?” 

“How could you do this to me?”

“What am I supposed to do if something happens to you? You know your asshole father -”

His head began ringing and spinning. He knew no matter what he answered it wasn’t going to be what she was looking for. 

“Fuck!” he threw his head back, “I don’t wanna fucking--” 

“James. You do not speak to me that way, young man.”

“I. Don’t. Care.” the smallest amount of pressure left as the words passed his lip. He didn’t care. 

Not now.

“I don’t want to hear it, mom. It’s been a long fucking day and I want to go to bed.”

Sandy stood there with tears prickling her eyes as her son stormed off. Her once small boy now in the body of a lanky young man. She held on to being needed by her son. She survived off of the codependence. 

Jim locked himself in his bathroom. He felt his own heavy gaze start back at him in the reflection. Tired, purple circles lined his eyes, his lips were cracked, skin sallow; he felt almost as bad as he looked. 

He stepped into the shower allowing the hot water to burn his skin. “Fuck,” he groaned as the pulse hit his sore everything. His entire body ached. 

But the physical pain he felt was numb compared to what he was feeling in his heart. He’d told Y/N to leave - which to his defense, Jim thought was what he should do. 

Jim always bent his will to what others wanted. Beginning with his mother. 

If he wanted loved me like I thought he did - like I love him; he’d show it. He thought with his eyes clenched shut. 

Jim couldn’t be played with. Not again. 

He’d barely recovered from the injuries he’s gotten at the party before hurt himself from passing out. 

They say love makes you do stupid things, but Jim couldn’t justify his reckless behavior. 

He’d never admit that is was in short, an impulsive cry for Y/N’s attention. A fatal one, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t glad it worked. 

He cleaned up and laid in bed. It was going to be a restless night again. One with too many thoughts and unanswered questions. 

The pillow cushioned his head softly as he hit the bed. No hospital cot could compare to the embrace his own bed held.

Three small taps to the door made him groan in frustration. Sure he hated his dad right now, but at least his father didn’t breath down his neck like his mother. 

“Not now, mom.” he covered his head with the pillow. 

The door knob rattled as they tried to open the door, “Shut up,” Medina whisper screamed to him, “Or you’ll wake her up. Just open the door.”

Annoyed, he went to answer the door. “What the f-” he was stopped cold seeing Medina was not alone. 

Y/N stood there, standing tall over his sisters short frame. He wore the look of an apology on his face. Like if he were silently pleading to be heard out. 

Medina put her hands up in a defensive position, “He came on his own.” she answered her twins unspoken question. 

“Jim,” Y/N couldn’t recognize his own voice speaking. “Can we talk, please.” he didn’t let his eyes leave Jim’s. 

Medina starts backing away slowly, leaving both boys to figure it out. 

“Give me five minutes.” Y/N presses on when Jim fails to give him an answer. 

“Five minutes,” Jim repeated, his jaw set. 

Y/N followed Jim back in the room and shut the door. The tension was heavy in the room; thick enough to slice. Jim stood with his feet firm on the ground and arms crossed over his chest. It seemed as if he could protect his heart with his body language. 

“I was really scared, Jim. I thought we -- I.. I thought I lost you.” Y/N didn’t know what to do with his hands as they awkwardly tugged at the bottom of his shirt.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure you were so worried.” he laughed humorlessly, rolling his eyes. “I’m tired of the mind games, Y/N.”

“You’re my best friend, Jim. Of course I worried.” Y/N continued. He knew Jim would be on the defense, but he was struggling to find the words to make his point. All he could do was tell Jim he cared. 

“But friends don’t kiss, right Y/N?” Jim spat out, “Get the fuck out of here, man.”

“Would you just listen to me?” Y/N was exasperated. “I fucking care about you, Jim. More than a friend.” the words burned his tongue like a hot sin as they left his mouth. 

“Well then fucking prove it,” Jim shouted back and shoved against the other boys chest, causing Y/N to stumble back. He was done with the mixed signals and hushing of the fondness they shared. 

Y/N shoved Jim back harder, making the blue eyed surfer press into the wall. “You want me to prove it?” Jim felt a shiver run down his spine as Y/N’s both breath fanned over his face.

The words were caught in Jim’s throat. Caught by surprise, he didn’t expect this reaction from Y/N. 

Jim shook his head silently, “You won’t” he gulped, “You’re too fucking scared.”

His eyes danced back and forth between Y/N’s lips and his pretty blown wide eyes. 

Y/N grabbed Jim’s chin between his index finger and thumb, pulling his face up only to crash his lips harshly to his. 

The kiss was nothing like the slow, hazy, tentative kisses they shared in secret. This kiss was heated and angry and sad. Y/N had the desperation to make Jim know he was ready.

He was ready to give Jim what he wanted.

Jim gasped into the kiss which only led to Y/N’s hungry teeth to sink into Jim’s plump bottom lip. His tongue slipped past the entrance of his mouth as he pushed Jim further into the wall. 

Y/N pressed himself into Jim. All of him. His jeans rubbed into Jim’s sweatpants. His blood rushed down to his growing member as his lips assaulted Jim. 

When he heard a raspy whimper escape between Jim’s smashed lips, he pulled away from the kiss. 

Jim was flushed pink in his cheeks, trying to catch his breath. His tongue could taste the trace of Y/N on it. 

He knew this kiss was different. Y/N was different. The wild look in his eyes replaced the guarded look he often carried. 

“You act like you haven’t kissed me behind closed doors before.” Jim tested Y/N. He found his hand gravitating towards the other boys hardening cock. “Try something else.” He was almost sure Y/N would pull away. Pull away like he always did when things got too real. 

Y/N caught Jim’s wrist before he could touch him. A smirk grew on Jim’s face as he thought his point was being proven right.

But Y/N wasn’t playing this time. He was all in.

He took Jim’s wrist and pinned it above his head on the wall. “You want me to fuck you?” he pinned Jim’s hip to the wall with his own. 

“I’m not looking for you to fuck me out of pity because I took some pills and -”

He was shut up by another hard kiss. "I’m doing this because I want to. Because I want you.” he mumbled. 

Y/N took Jim’s hips and spun him to face the wall, “You’re not pretending?” Jim’s voice was small. It was the first time that evening he allowed his walls to crumble for Y/N yet again. 

“No.” he let his nose trace over the back of Jim’s neck. He pressed his crotch on Jim’s ass, “Does this feel like I’m pretending, baby.” the pet name was so foreign; he didn’t know what made him say it. 

But it made Jim blush further

“H-have you ever --”

“Shh,” Y/N hushed him. “I’m ready if you are.”

Jim turned back around and kissed his best friend. 

“I already told you; prove it.”

Y/N reached for Jim’s waistband, pulling down his sweatpants and underwear to reveal his own hardening cock. This was Y/N’s first time being to intimate with a cock that wasn’t his own. He took mental photos of each curve and vein of Jim’s lengthy shape. 

His hand wrapped around the base, watching Jim for any cue he could offer. 

Y/N began to jerk Jim as if it were his own. He felt Jim pulse in his hand as he pumped him more and more. 

Jim’s jaw was slack and a quiet moan left him.

Both boy stumbled away from the wall as their hands roamed and explored each other. Y/N crashed on to the and immediately, Jim began to rid him of his pants. 

Jim’s mouth watered at the sight of a naked Y/N. Without warning, he lowered his head on to Y/N’s cock and covered him in his saliva. 

“It’s so big..” Jim traced the head with his tongue. 

He wrapped his lips around his cock and began sucking him. He hallowed his cheeks and watched as the blood drained from Y/N’s face. 

“J-Jim..” he moaned gripping on to the bedsheet. “Jim,” he pulled Jim’s hair to get him to detach himself from his cock.

“I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,” he voice was strained because god he wanted Jim to keep going. But he didn’t want to cum yet. Not when he hadn’t even been inside him. 

Heat rushed to Jim’s face (and his veiny cock). He quickly, and clumsily, climbed over Y/N. He nestled on his thighs, relishing in the feeling of their naked bodies pressed together. 

His cock brushed against Y/N’s making them both antsier. 

“D-do you have.. lube or..” Y/N was breathing heavy as he let the sentence hang.

Jim let out the first genuine laugh is days, “Y/N.. I.. who would I be using lube with? You’re the only person I..”he lets the laughter take over and collapses on to his chest, and rests his forehead against Y/Ns.

Jim’s laughter is contagious and soon enough he is joined by Y/N. 

“I guess you’re right.” he chuckled again pushing Jim’s hair back. “So much for our first time.” he bit his lip. The use of the word “our” made it seem real to him. 

They stayed like that for a while. Simply feeling the presence of each other with no rush. 

“You really meant what you said?” Jim asked quietly, after a moment of silence. “Because, I don’t think I can get my hopes again.. only to be hurt, Y/N.”

“I’m so sorry, Jim.” he kissed Jim’s forehead. “I mean it. I’m ready. I scared as hell, but I’m ready.” as he spoke the words, his fathers face entered his mind. 

Jim yawned, but didn’t move an inch off of Y/N.

“Will you stay with me? Just for tonight?” 

“Of course,” Y/N replied, feeling his eyelids grow heavy. 

Jim rolled off of him and slipped his boxers back on, tossing Y/N his pair. Both men, laid in Jim’s bed, facing the ceiling.

Jim was afraid to cuddle up to Y/N. Afraid of doing the wrong thing. His pinky finger gently nudged Y/N’s hand. 

“I’m glad you’re here.” Jim whispered.

“Me too.” Y/N replied quietly.

--

thank you so much! for reading! and waiting on this part!

because the first two parts (part one // part two) were pretty heavy on the angst, i decided to wrap this one up on a softer note -- but keep in mind, there is more in store for these two and y/n’s dad isn’t going to be too happy. yee. 

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[bookworlders]

the wedding date - chapter 10

percabeth fake dating!au based on The Wedding Date movie

part 1 | FFnet | ao3

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“I’m paying him. Percy. I paid him to come here to make Luke jealous. He’s not my boyfriend.”

Annabeth said, tears welling up in her eyes. She cut Thalia off before she could hear anything else to make her feel even more guilty.

“What?” Thalia “What do you mean?”

“He’s an actor. I hired him—”

“What the fuck, Annabeth? So you’re just lying to everyone?”

“Thalia, you don’t understand—”

“Annabeth, that’s not right! You can’t play these games with people—”

“I know! But you have to understand I’m not trying to hurt you or Luke, I was just trying to protect myself, okay? I-I’m sorry. I’m not using Percy to get Luke back, I just couldn’t show up here in front of you all alone.”

“Annabeth—”

“I have to go, Thalia. I’m sorry,” Annabeth turned and ran away before Thalia could respond. She couldn’t bear to see whatever judgemental look Thalia might have on her face. Her face burned with shame. The absurdity and inappropriateness of the situation was catching up from her.

She hoped she could catch Percy in their cabin before he returned back to the rehearsal dinner.

“Annabeth, hey! Thank, gods I’ve been looking for you.” Jason called, breathless from jogging to catch up with her. “I need a huge favor.”

“Now’s not really a—” Annabeth stopped herself, remembering she was talking to the groom the night before his wedding, “Yes, what can I do?”

“We’re out of wine, and you’re the only one who knows where the spare key to Mr. D’s wine cellar in the Big House is.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s behind the leopard head in the living room, but you need to climb onto the bookshelf—you know what, it’s too complicated. I’ll just grab it for you. How many more bottles? Like one red and two white?”

Jason glanced back at the rehearsal dinner still in full swing, “I’d make that three of each.”

“You know everyone’s going to be hungover at the ceremony tomorrow, right?”

“Hopefully that’ll mean everyone’s too hungover and tired to cause a scene.”

“Right, I’ll go bring them to you now.”

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Annabeth coughed from the cobwebs she had swept away from the mounted leopard head named Seymour by their old camp director, Mr. D.

She had spotted Mr. D hiding his spare key away here when she had been dropping off paperwork one night during her last summer at camp. As a senior counselor, she used this new found knowledge to steal wine and they’d all go drink at the stables. It was Mr. D’s fault for having a well-stocked wine cellar at a summer camp full of minors.

Annabeth crouched, browsing the bottom shelves for the shittier wines. Everyone was already too drunk to notice if the bouquet was off.

“Annabeth, hi.”

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“Annabeth!” Thalia called, following Annabeth back to the rehearsal dinner.  

Jason waved to his  sister, “Thals! Where you been?”

“Have you seen Annabeth? We were having a, erm,  conversation and she just ran off.”

“Oh, she’s inside. I sent her to get more wine. Actually, can you go check on her? She’s been taking a long time.”

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Annabeth shot up, slamming her head on one of the top shelves.

“Ouch!” she spun around to face the door. “Luke,” she said breathlessly, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to you alone. This seems to be my first shot of the night.”

“What do you want?”

“Annabeth, I know you only brought Percy here to make me jealous.”

Annabeth’s blood went ice cold, “What? Who told you-”

“You didn’t even have to say it, I can see it on your face, you’re still into me.”

Annabeth breathed deeply through her nose, Luke was just being arrogant. “Why would you say that?” She replied, cooly.

“Look at him! He’s not your type. You’re all over him and it’s just to get under my skin.”

“What exactly is my type, Luke? You? Just because you’re the only guy I’ve dated before Percy? Not everything’s about you. I really like him.”

“Annabeth, stop this–”

“No!” Annabeth protested. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get these to Jason.” Annabeth tried to push past Luke to the door.

He grabbed her waist and kissed her, hard.

“Mmph!” Annabeth squirmed, dropping the bottles. Luke’s hands cupped her face, holding her lips to his.

“Annabeth? Annabeth, are you down here? Jason sent me to come check on—what the fuck. How could you?”

Annabeth shoved Luke away from her just in time to see the back of Thalia storming back up the cellar.

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As Percy headed back towards their table, he decided he wouldn’t tell Annabeth about his confrontation with Luke. That asshole didn’t deserve any more of her brain power devoted to him. Percy decided that, and only that, was the reason he wasn’t going to tell her, and not because of the stab of jealousy and protectiveness that had coursed through his veins when he argued with Luke.

When he got to their table, it was empty. At that moment, Thalia shoved past him, clearly on her way out.

“Oh, hey. Have you seen Annabeth—Whoa, are you okay? What happened?”

Thalia’s signature heavy black and purple eye makeup was smudged around her puffy eyes. “You know exactly what’s going on,” she spat, “But why don’t you ask Annabeth, she’s the one with Luke’s tongue down her throat.”

“What?”

Thalia rolled her eyes, “You’re a great actor, Percy. Bravo. Your scheme worked. Luke and Annabeth are making up inside as we speak. I hope she tips you well.” She pushed past him in disgust, stalking away.

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“Get the fuck off of me.” Annabeth shoved him, hard. “Thalia, wait!”

Luke grabbed her wrist, “Forget her. Annabeth, it worked okay? I hate seeing you with that guy, I want to get back together.”

Annabeth yanked her arm out of his grasp, “Stop, Luke! I’m done being hung up on you. I brought Percy to this wedding as my date, and I really care about him. Get over yourself, because I am.” Annabeth pushed past him. As she stalked out of the Big House, for the first time this weekend, she wasn’t lying or acting. She meant it. It didn’t even scare her that as soon as Luke kissed her, every atom in her body screamed at her to find Percy.

Annabeth saw their empty table, realizing he must still be getting changed. Good, she thought, it was shit show of a rehearsal dinner anyway and she and Percy could just hang out in their cabin

She hurried back to Cabin 3, and flung open the door, “Percy?”

Percy zipped up his duffle bag, turning to face her.

“Why—why are you packing?”

“Because clearly my work here is done.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Congratulations, Annabeth. You got Luke back. I wish you would’ve warned me before leaping back into his arms, but whatever.”

“Percy, stop it, you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I’m pretty sure I do, Annabeth. I’ve seen you string your friends along all weekend, but you won’t string me along.

Annabeth’s mouth gaped, “I don’t understand why you’re getting so angry when you agreed to this arrangement just as much I did!”

“Yes, I agreed to come be your date to a wedding so you wouldn’t be alone, I didn’t agree to you manipulating your friends! I don’t wanna be that kind of guy for you, Annabeth.”

Annabeth steeled herself as those words cut deep. She didn’t even process the words coming out of her mouth, “For me? This is all just for show, remember Percy?”

Percy scoffed, slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder, “I can’t believe you, Annabeth. You and Luke are perfect for each other.”

The screen door slammed as Percy left.

She didn’t go after him.

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Percy shouldered his duffle bag, his leather dress shoes making imprints in the sand of the volleyball court. He was taking the long way around to the parking lot next to the Big House, giving the porch a wide berth to avoid the rehearsal dinner that was still in full swing.

“Perseus?”

“Chiron, sorry I didn’t see you.” The bearded man rolled towards him in his wheelchair with a pack of cards in his lap.

“It’s alright, I was just sneaking back into the house to get cards for a game of pinochle that Mr. D is insisting on.” Chiron eyed Percy’s duffle bag. “Going somewhere?”

Percy scratched the back of his neck, Annabeth’s favorite mentor was quite literally the last person he wanted to run into, “I’m going to go find a hotel or something. Things aren’t really working out between me and Annabeth.”

“You’re leaving?”

“I—

“Didn’t you two drive a rental car here? Unfortunately we’re a bit far out for cab service.” Percy hadn’t thought far enough to figure out how he was going to leave Camp Half-Blood yet. “Perseus, please. There aren’t hotels for miles. Stay here in the Big House. At least until the morning.”

“Chiron—”

“Come along, I’ll show you to the spare room.”

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Annabeth collapsed on the bed in Cabin 3. As her head hit the pillow, which still ached from slamming it in the wine cellar, she felt something under it. She pulled out a paper envelope. Inside was two thousand dollars in cash.

Annabeth threw the envelope on the floor and wrapped a blanket around herself, not caring that her mascara stained the pillows.

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The spare room was the camp infirmary.

Percy set his bag down on one of the six beds with crisp white linens that lined the open room as Chiron bid him goodnight.

He buried his head in his hands as he sank onto the bed. What a mess this night was. It already pained him how early he needed to get up in the morning in order to leave camp before the wedding party arose for the ceremony. Percy’s heart tightened when he thought about how hurt Annabeth must be feeling, and he dreaded her sitting through the wedding alone even though he was the one who left her.

He hadn’t signed up for this. Although, to be honest, he had no idea what he did sign up for. The most beautiful girl in the world that he had met on the opening night of his show contacted him out of the blue to attend a wedding with her. What could go wrong?

Percy couldn’t see a shower or bathroom in this room and he was too spooked to snoop around the darkened halls of the Big House, but he saw a sink in the corner of the room near the medicine cabinets and a bulletin board.

He dug his toothbrush out of his bag and trudged over to the sink. The bulletin board had dozens of polaroids of kids in orange t-shirts — campers, Percy guessed—participating in various camp activities. One particular face, shot over and over again, caught his eye.

A young Annabeth smiled back at him in many of the photos that ranged from a lanky grinning twelve-year-old with scabby knees holding a red flag in triumph — captioned ‘Cabin 6 wins capture the flag’— to a teenage Annabeth with sunburned cheeks and a messy ponytail beaming with her arms around friends — ‘Head counselors at bonfire sing-a-long.’ He smiled seeing her familiar gray eyes staring back at him, although the eyes he knew were a little sadder and more reserved these days.

Percy’s heart squeezed. He longed to know the girl in these photos. His chest ached thinking of the girl he just walked away from. Staring at the pictures, Percy realized he was recklessly in love with her.

[sapphic-suchoripterus]

Material Spirit

Posting this here cause why the heck not :P

Summary: Inspiration can come from unexpected places, especially when you're as depressed as Adagio. Fandom: Equestria Girls Genre: Slice of Life, Hurt/Comfort (and maybe a teeny hint at Sundagio but who’s keeping track) Rating: Teen Content Warnings: profanity, slight suicidal thoughts, depressive habits, self-deprecating talk.

Adagio woke to the sound of her stomach rumbling. With a shaky hand she reached for her phone next to her pillow and tapped the screen, smudged by her own fingerprints.

4:09 PM. She sighed, realizing she had slept through the majority of the day again. Her stomach growled a second time.

Pushing the sheets off of her head, Adagio cringed as the cool air hit her sweaty face. Turning toward her night stand, she picked up her glass of lukewarm water and took a few gulps. Water dribbled out onto her shirt. She made no attempt to wipe it.

Her stomach turned with a gurgle, perhaps roused by the water, or recoiling from it not being food.

Eat something, dummy. You won’t be able to get anything else done if you don’t eat.

Adagio then mustered up her strength and reached for the box of oyster crackers standing on the floor by her bed. She popped open and ate a couple handfuls of the contents, which she decided would make up for missing both breakfast and lunch.

After tossing the box back onto the floor, she took another gulp of water and sighed as she felt her eyes begin to droop, and the bones in her neck make a small popping noise. She lay back down on her pillow and tried to forget about the fact that her hair desperately needed to be brushed.

You’re filthy. You’re so pathetic.

Shutting her eyes, she tried to remember if today was Wednesday or Thursday.

Outside of her door, she could hear her sisters chattering and thumping up and down the hallway of their apartment.

Adagio didn't bother to try following the conversation, but from the tone being thrown back and forth, she guessed it was Sonata bugging Aria to do something. Not unusual.

Nearly every day started this way for Adagio. Wake up, eat something stashed in her room, look at the ceiling, hear her sisters outside, and inevitably be reminded that she was...

Stuck.

Sure, she knew she could wake up earlier, go outside and do something, but not one muscle in her body would agree. Her eyes would refuse to open up all the way. The sweat on her face felt like a dirty sheet of plastic that kept her trapped in her bed.

This was all normal now.

This was her life after losing her amulet. The woman she truly was without her siren magic. A hollow, useless weakling long drained of dazzle.

This is the real you. Without the smoke and mirrors.

She envied and respected her younger sisters for moving on, for finding purpose and motivation. For retaining an identity without dark magic to command their every decision.

Adagio let the tears roll down her face and cursed her futility.

Her inability to get up and see the sun. Her naivety for not realizing how much of herself was intertwined with the powers she once had. The pathetic haze of simply existing.

It’s all downhill from here. This is your life as a human.

All Adagio could do was sleep. She didn't even dream anymore. Even if she had something to dream about, her brain would never have the energy.

A knock came at her door, and a tentative Sonata spoke.

"Dagi? You up?"

Adagio took a deep breath. "Yeah," she sighed.

"Uh, do you um, want to come with us to the mall?"

Adagio furrowed her brow. "Why?"

"Cause Aria like, got paid today and she has a lot of extra money this time!" chirped the youngest Dazzling.

Hmm. Maybe being somewhere besides her bed would help her feel a little refreshed. Oh please, you’ll tire out halfway through and come home with nothing.

"Maybe..."

"Oh..." Sonata replied softly. She sounded disheartened.

Great, you made your little sister sad.

"I'd have to shower first." "We're gonna go in an hour, you can do it that fast, right?"

"I doubt it, Sonata."

You’re such an asshole. She looks up to you, wants to spend time with you, and you say no.

"Okay..." Sonata breathed. She left Adagio's door.

Adagio stared at the ceiling, thoughts tumbling. You’re a terrible sister. You failed them. They pity you. You’re not worthy of their love anymore.

Light suddenly filled the room and a pillow was rudely slammed into Adagio's face.

"Okay, get up!" Aria snapped.

Adagio, not taking kindly to the intrusion, threw the pillow to the side and sat up. "What the hell was that for!?"

Aria was standing in the doorway, arms crossed and scowling. "Go shower and get dressed, you're coming to the mall with us!" Aria said with a snarl in her voice.

"Just go with Sonata," Adagio grumbled as she pulled her covers back over her head.

"Nuh-uh. You're coming too." Aria yanked the covers off Adagio.

Adagio winced. "I'm tired."

"You've been in bed the whole day!"

"My hair is too gross."

"Wash it then! You are not skipping out on me."

"I have nothing to wear."

"Then come with us and buy some new shit to wear!" Aria shouted, before reaching over and turning on Adagio's desk light. More light hit Adagio's face and seeped through her eyelids.

"I'm sick of you moping around like this. It's not good for you, it's not good for me, and it's not good for Sonata. You're making her all worried and shit. She doesn't need that."

Adagio opened her eyes.

It’s not like you can fix years of being a shitty sister to her.

"We all gotta be doing stuff, Adagio. We still gotta live, we gotta be humans, our only other option is to die like a goldfish in a toilet. I honestly don't care what you do with your life, but just lying there day after day is sad."

She’s right. You’ll never get better.

"If you won't do it for yourself, do it for Sonata an' me. Give us some impression that you still have a life."

You at least owe them that. They’ve seen the real you.

"Alright, fine. Just get out of my room and I'll be ready in a bit," said Adagio as she sat up again. She felt a tendon in her neck throb.

"Okay," said Aria, turning to leave. She paused at the door and looked over her shoulder. "Thank you, Adagio," Aria said under her breath.

"You're welcome," Adagio mumbled before Aria shut the door.

You don't deserve their patience, you know. Be grateful they haven't given up on you yet. They should, though. Think about how much happier they would be if-

Adagio huffed, and stood up out of bed. “Shower… think about showering… where’s my bath sponge…” She whispered to no one.

***

She stepped out into the living room to find Sonata and Aria dressed as if they were headed to a concert. Sonata wore bright blues and pinks, her arms covered in bracelets and her nails painted. Aria had opted for black and dark purples with contrasting greens and flashy silver chains.

Sonata looked like she was about to speak, but she kept her mouth closed.

Adagio felt a bit modest in her jeans and baseball tee. She hadn't even worn her signature headband, instead putting her hair up in a ponytail to hide the fact that it was still wet. That had been to save time, for simply blow-drying and fluffing it up would have taken half the hour.

Nuh-uh, It’s really because you’re a lazy-

"Alright let's head out," said Aria. She whispered something to Sonata before unlocking the door, and Sonata glanced back at Adagio a second time before following her sister outside.

***

The mall was, as usual, an overload to the senses. The scents of floor polish, cinnamon rolls, perfume, sports equipment, and many others collided and formed what Sonata fondly referred to as "mall smell".

It didn't bother Adagio quite as much as the sounds of the mall. People chatting, children goofing around, music blasting from store to store, and all of it amplified by the enormous hollow building. Hearing herself think wasn’t easy.

Then again, the last thing she needed was to be alone with her thoughts.

Her hand was suddenly grabbed by an excited Sonata. “Hey, hey Aria! Can we get one of those giant cinnamon buns? I’ll share it this time!”

Aria raised an eyebrow. “You promise not to wolf it all down in thirty seconds?”

Sonata pouted and pulled Adagio closer to her side. “Yeeeeeees, I promise!”

“Okay. We’ll get one then.” Aria, being the one with the money, took the lead. Adagio didn’t want to bother with trying to wrestle away the control today.

As usual, Sonata hadn’t reached for any of the napkins Adagio had set on the table for the three of them, instead opting to lick her fingers clean of the sticky sugary glaze and cinnamon filling. It didn’t disgust Adagio as much as when her little sister would unwittingly get it on her face and neglect to wipe it off.

Adagio put the plastic fork that she used to eat her third of the cinnamon bun in her mouth and chewed on one of the prongs. Now that she had something other than oyster crackers in her stomach, she felt herself perk up a bit.

Aria set her phone down and looked across the table at where Adagio was sitting.

"So, where do ya want to go?"

"Hmm?" Adagio pulled the fork out of her mouth and looked at Aria.

"I said, 'Where did you want to go?' I know you hate that place that sells overpriced hats, but honestly I don't think a blue snapback would look too bad on y-"

"Aria, what are you talking about?" Adagio asked, setting her fork down.

"You need new clothes, right?"

"I…” Adagio remembered Aria mentioning new clothes earlier, but she hadn’t thought her sister was serious.

Aria groaned and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Ugh… I’m offering to buy you some new clothes, Daj. Do you want them or not?”

“I… yes. Yes I want some new clothes.”

“Alright then,” Aria picked her phone back up.

New clothes, huh? You don’t deserve them. She pities you so much. But you won’t be turning them down, now will you?

“Where did you want to go, then?” said Aria. “That way I’ll get an idea of how much I’m spending.”

Adagio said the first thing that popped into her head.

"Bushel's."

Aria smiled a little bit, and then pocketed her phone. "Bushel's it is then."

***

Bushel's was one of the larger clothing department stores in this mall. Nothing fancy, but it had some solid variety and thankfully for Adagio, it was easy to get lost in.

Aria had taken Sonata with her to browse around the place while Adagio looked around. If she were in a better mood, they would all be looking around together. They would be building each other's ensembles bit by bit, praising certain articles of clothing and mocking the ones that were ugly. They would be having little dare contests to try on tacky jewelry or oversized sunglasses. They would be stumbling around in the most ridiculous boots they could find, laughing at each other and picking each other up off of the floor.

Adagio twiddled a shoelace between her fingers. She felt hollow.

When was the last time you even shared a laugh with your sisters? They’re probably wondering where that version of you disappeared to.

She shook the thought from her head and began to leave the shoe aisle-

Then she saw it.

It was only the backs of their heads, but Adagio knew. She recognized the hair, the voices…

Sunset Shimmer.

With her was another of the other Rainboom pals, the one with the shiny purple hair who played the keytar and wore too much mascara. The other girl with her looked a bit like the Princess from Equestria, but Adagio didn't remember her wearing glasses or having such twiggy arms. She had to have been the Princesses' human double.

Adagio felt her chest tighten, and a familiar feeling of dread creeped up her spine. She backpedaled and ducked behind a shoe shelf, only peeking around the corner at the girls.

Sunset Shimmer. To say Adagio felt conflicted about the girl now would be an understatement. It had been years since they'd seen each other, the day Adagio and her sisters lost their last connection to Equestria in their amulets.

If she hadn't stood up and sang her verse, Adagio would still have her magic. Her sisters would still have theirs. She would have fulfilled her promise to them for power and adoration. She had every reason to dance on the grave of this human brat, for causing all the color and beauty of the world to vanish in an instant.

That’s not the only reason you despise her, you jealous little asshole. You admire her too. She succeeded where you failed. She found magic. She’s living her best life. And she’s not even a siren. If she were, you’d be her bitch.

Adagio watched, as Sunset picked out a purple jacket from a clothes hanger. It had a tall and fancy collar with gold buttons and spikes along the shoulder. Sunset turned around, facing her two companions and slipping the garment on.

It was a good look for her. Sunset’s bright smile and vibrant eyes combined with the warm, dark colors and sharp angles on the jacket were stunning. It was a look that said “I have arrived, and I’ve brought a good time with me. If you want a piece, you’ll keep your attention on me!”

As far as Adagio thought, sharing a good time and a positive energy seemed to be something humans did exceedingly well.

Sunset’s companions said something to her that Adagio hadn’t caught. Sunset responded, and then she removed the garment and put it back on the rack. She was still smiling, and Adagio thought she’d even seen a little giggle.

Look how happy she is. You’ll never be as happy as that again.

Adagio scowled.

Sunset and her friends then left the store.

They didn’t need new clothes to have fun or to forget how shitty a person they are, not like you.

Adagio felt her throat tighten.

It’s so funny, just how angry you get when someone is doing better than you-

Adagio took a quick breath, then stepped out from behind the shoe shelf. “Keep busy, look through some clothes… breathe...” She mumbled.

She busied herself, looking at different jackets. She read tags. She held up sleeves and observed their lengths. She put her hand inside a few of them and felt out their interiors. A lot of them were either too scratchy or too fleece-y. Adagio wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but not those.

Her eyes kept going back to the purple jacket that Sunset had tried on. It was almost like there was a halo on it, pulling her attention back in its direction.

“Maybe…”

She strode up to the rack the jacket hung from, finally looking at it head-on. It truly was a magnificent garment. She wondered just what had compelled Sunset to try it on in the first place. Could have been anything really.

Adagio stroked it with her fingertips. It felt like suede, soft and unmoving at once. She made a little line in the warm fabric with her fingernail. She slid her way down to one of the sharp gold spikes on the shoulder. They weren’t sharp enough to draw blood, but with a little pressure, perhaps it could tear some skin. The spikes stood proud and bright, as if displaying a warning to those who would encroach on the wearer’s personal space.

It felt a little heavy as Adagio held it in her hands.

She lifted it up to her face, and inhaled.

“Hmm...:” It had a teeny tiny trace of Sunset Shimmer’s perfume on it.

It smelled good.

Really good.

Adagio slipped the jacket on.

She fixed the collar so that it stood proud, the golden buttons shimmering brightly. Adagio felt herself smile a little bit.

Adagio looked around the store for a mirror. Spotting one, she walked over to it, feeling her smile getting bigger and bigger as her reflection got closer and closer.

For the first time since losing her amulet, that blank space in front of her neck where the jewel had rested didn’t look so bare. The jacket drew attention to her shoulders and made her look stronger, sturdier. The gold adornments stood beautifully against the dark, brooding purple and made the golden highlights of her hair lustrous once more.

Oh wow, a fancy jacket is really the only thing that can boost your mood? You really are a shallow, little- “Hmph!” Adagio huffed, as she tossed her hair and smirked her sexy smirk into the mirror.

Happiness flickered in her stomach.

It’s probably just endorph-

Adagio spun around, smiling harder and walking toward the sales counter with her new favorite jacket.

***

“So if I touched those spikes, would I start bleeding?” Sonata piped up.

“You could try, but I’d rather not stain it the same day I get it,” said Adagio. “And you would be the one to clean it.”

“Heh, alrighty then,” Sonata said as she sat back in her seat. “Ooh, you wanna see the stuff I got at Clear Sky’s?” She reached into the pink plastic bag on the floor of the van.

“Sonata I swear if you turn on that light while I’m driving…” came Aria’s voice from the front.

“Oh fine…” Sonata pouted. She turned back toward Adagio and held up a little blue dragon plushie. “Touch it! It’s super soft!”

Adagio smiled, then reached out to pat the stuffed animal on the head. She was right, the glittery fabric was silky under her fingertips. “It’s very cute, Sonata.”

“Also when I squeeze her claw, her eyes light up!”

“Sonata, I mean it!” Aria growled.

Sonata stuck out her tongue in Aria’s direction, then turned back to Adagio and said in a whisper, “I’ll show you when we get home!”

“Thank you, Sonata,” Adagio replied.

***

The silence of a house relaxing was much different than the bustling mall. Adagio felt strangely serene, curled up on the couch in the living room rather than her bed. She hoped she’d still feel this way in the morning.

“Hey… Adagio?”

“Hmm?” Adagio looked up from her phone.

Aria had quietly sat down opposite to her on the couch. She looked like she was having a hard time relaxing where she sat. Her eyes darted around.

“You uh… you gonna be okay?” Aria asked, looking Adagio in the eye. “You know, like… okay okay?

Adagio set her phone down on her lap. “What do you mean?”

Aria wrung her hands together. “I mean like, do you need… help? Or something?”

“Help? What are you talking about?” Adagio spoke softly and cocked her head to the side.

Aria crossed her legs and continued. “Cause, I know a few guys. They can get you some good stuff. Not to get high or anything, I mean like legit meds. Antidepressants and stuff that actually works.”

This took Adagio by surprise. She wasn’t sure how to respond. “Well... Aria, I don’t know exactly what kind I would need,” said Adagio. “I don’t even know if I am depressed.”

Aria looked at her sister head-on. “Adagio, I know you. But I also know that healthy humans don’t lie in bed the whole day and eat nothing but crackers.”

Adagio looked off to the side, clutching the sleeves of her jacket. She couldn’t argue with that.

“I just… want you to be happy, ya know? Me and Sonata care about you. And we know you aren’t happy.”

Aria gave her sister a half-smile. For her, that was truly sincere. “We wanna help you live happier, even if we’re all stuck as humans.”

Adagio sighed. “Human....” She was tired of hearing that word, but she knew Aria was right.

“I mean you don’t have to decide right now, but maybe think about it? I know it helps a lot of other humans.”

Adagio nodded. “Yeah. I understand.” She smiled at Aria.

Aria shrugged. “I know losing your magic sucked. But I also know going round and round the same things everyday isn’t gonna help.”

“Every day is the same…” Adagio echoed to herself.

Aria rested her head on her elbow. “Yeah, exactly.”

“Every day’s the same…”

“Uh, yeah…” said Aria as Adagio repeated herself.

Adagio suddenly blinked her eyes wide open. Something in her head was lighting up.

“I’ll get back to you thanks Ari!” Adagio said in a rush before jumping up and rushing toward her room.

“Uh, okay?” Aria furrowed her brow in confusion.

***

Adagio stood on the tips of her toes and swept dust off of her top drawer with her hand in haste. She opened the heavy wooden container and reached inside, feeling around for her long neglected notebook and glitter pen. Grabbing them, she jumped back onto her bed and flipped on her lamp.

Her hands were shaking as she cracked open the old notebook. She scribbled a few lines of the pen on the sides of the next blank page, getting the old writing instrument working after laying dormant for so long.

She began to write, her penmanship messy.

Round and round.

Going Round and round.

No. Scratch out the ‘ing’.

Going Round and round.

Same things every day.

Every day is the same.

Wait, too many syllables.

Every day is the same.

Every day’s the same.

I lost my magic.

I lost my magic.

We lost our magic.

Wait no, keep it in present-tense for now.

Lose our magic.

Come back to that one later…

Which way do I go?

Which way do we go?

Where do we go?

Hmm…

Adagio looked down at her new jacket, smiling as the proud golden spikes twinkled.

There’s beauty in everything.

I see beauty.

I find beauty in everything.

I can find beauty in little things.

Can I find beauty in little things?

Put a star by this one. Come back to it later...

Adagio continued writing long into the night.

***

[sandersidess]

Familia: Logan

Family noun

fam·​i·​ly | \ ˈfam-lē, ˈfa-mə-\

plural families

2: a group of individuals living under one roof and usually under one head : HOUSEHOLD

tw: homophobia, sexual talk?, fighting, ask to tag

Characters: Logan, Virgil

***

He did not like altercations. He did not like to fight physically. He did not like causing scenes. He hated even speaking with people who have one brain cell and it still seems to be on break. He hated illogical people. He hated bullies. He hated people who were rude for absolutely no reason.

He hated arguing with idiots and having to turn to violence.

He hated when such idiot tries to mess with his friend (or friends) and think they can get away with it.

He hated those with big egos but small dick energy.

He loathed ignorant, arrogant, rude people.

He loathed even having to lay a finger on them because he does not think it is worth it.

That’s what he has to do sometimes, otherwise, what else is he to do?

He pants and still has his hands clenched into fists, now bruised and almost having some blood deep out. He stares down at the brute who dared to lay a finger on his best friend, who dared to even insult him. Logan was still in fighting position, ignoring the crowd of people around him. He was an adult, having to get into a high-school-like fight in college. The crowd just murmur, some trying to explain to latecomers what had happened.

What had happened for there to be a physical altercation?

***

Well, his dear friend, Virgil, decided to wear a skirt with his favorite band shirt. Along with the outfit, he had high-waisted fishnet stockings and combat boots, his makeup being something dark but vibrant with the added purple lipstick and subtle highlight. All in all, Virgil felt good that day and Logan just smiled at seeing his best friend confident. They walked to their class that they had together, talking about an upcoming test when a certain asshole glares at Virgil.

“What the hell? Are you some fucking bitch or what? Why the hell is a man dressing like a sissy?”

They both stop and while Virgil did his best to control his shaking, he held onto Logan’s elbow. He could feel Logan tense under him, could feel Logan holding himself back.

“Lo, it’s not worth it,” Virgil whispers, wanting to just leave, “Let's go to class or we’ll be late.”

“Yeah, listen to your pussy ass bitch. Fucking fags,” The guy growls and spits at the ground.

“How fragile are you to have to go down so low?” Logan asks, his voice dark and turns to look at him, “Is seeing such so haunting to you? Does your ego feel better? Has your little dick grown an inch or more?”

“What the fuck you say to me?”

“Logan, let's go. Now-“

“Shut up, pussy!” The guy shoves Virgil down, getting into Logan’s face.

Logan was not athletic at all. He wasn’t buff like this guy, he was pretty lanky compared to him. He worked out four times a week, but nothing too extreme. He had some muscle, and he likes to think he has some strength like his other friend, Roman. The one thing he did have was height, and he beat this guy by a few inches. Logan can feel him getting close to it, and he feels disgusted just getting a scent of his over-sprayed cologne. Logan doesn’t do anything, just standing there.

“I said,” Logan starts and clicks his tongue, “Has your dick grown an inch or more? From the looks of it, you’re just a pathetic scum who had daddy pay your way into school. Football, I assume? Failing grades? Trash and a bad name to such university,” He chuckles breathlessly, not caring for the growl emitted, “I don’t have time to deal with such immaturity and obviously someone who gets off bringing others down. This isn’t a high school, this is college. There is no place for such homophobia and blatant bigotry allowed here. Act like an adult and use whatever brain you have left. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a class to get to.”

He was about to step away when the collar of his shirt was grabbed, and he stares at the hand and then at the face. A crowd started gathering, and there were murmurs.

“You cock sucking bit-“

“Oh yeah. I love sucking cocking,��� Logan smirks at his taunt, “I take your dad’s down every single night.”

That got a punch in response, causing Logan to stumble and almost fall. He places a hand on his cheek and spits out blood. He groans and chuckles once more, looking at the guy. When the guy seemed to lose interest in him, he seemed to go back to berating Virgil, who was still in the ground and breathing hard. Logan saw red by then, walking over calmly and tapped the shoulder.

When faced, Logan landed a punch and didn’t stop, finding loopholes over the blocking. The secret was, Logan was pretty much a master at kickboxing and martial arts. It was only to be used when absolutely necessary. That was thrown out the window and Logan blocked the punches better, landing a few in his gut and face. Logan wasn’t getting tired, he just this to be done with. Where was campus police when needed? Logan sighs and kicks the man’s crotch, making him fall to his knees and thought about, taking off his shoe and landed a kick to his head. He pants, standing over the groaning guy. He puts on his shoe, slowly putting down his defense. He wipes his lip, slowly walking towards Virgil but checked over his back.

“Virge-“

“Holy shit, Logan,” Virgil croaks our, tears running down his cheek and took Logan’s hand shakily and slowly stood up.

Seems like campus police arrived at that point and Logan lets out a sigh, putting his hands up and was handcuffed. He was taken to the station, police taking statements from witnesses and Virgil who was still shaking. Logan was back to his calm demeanor, letting police asks his questions about what happened.

Why lie? He was in the right. He didn’t throw the first punch, so this was self-defense. He went a tad overboard, but overall, self-defense. The police, to say, were shocked at how calm he was. They took down everything said, and Logan sighs as he waits. Minutes later, he was released. It was determined self-defense, and that the perpetrator would get charged with some sort of assault. Logan was told to go home, Virgil hugging him tightly.

“Oh my god, Logan! You idiot! You should’ve left it as is! Your knuckles are all bruised and possibly bleeding, your face looks like shit and you could have internal bleeding and you idiot why did-“

“Virgil,” Logan winces as the adrenaline was now gone, “Let’s Go home. I’m tired and should bandage up.”

“You need to go to the student health center-“

“No. Home. He didn’t land any punches in my gut. Just face and shoulder,” Logan chuckles and pats his head, walking towards the bus stop.

He should’ve walked away, should’ve comforted his best friend. He was going to do that, but then again, no one gets away with messing with his family.