#i wanna have that instead of dating ok. the problem is nobody understands it in my life

[sludgeguzzler]

ideal "relationship" is homies who kiss sometimes maybe make out every so often

[acmoorereadsandwrites]

How to Stop Spinning Your Wheels and Write

First: mental health is real. If you are in burnout, take care of yourself because if you push yourself in burnout, you can prolong it. You might want to try some of these things to keep being creative during burnout, but don't force yourself.

Take care of yourself.

Try more creative outlines. I don't outline the way most people think of it. I outline with moodboards that nobody but me can understand, including main characters, relationships, side characters, and aesthetics. It makes sense to me and, when I look at it, I know exactly what I want each picture to do and say and why it's in the space it's in. If you are more visual, you can try that or a Pepe Silvia-esque string board. You can even try a playlist that is one song per chapter to convey the mood and repeat songs as needed. Don't take forever to do this; spend no more than a day or two and then get to writing.

Instead of a character sheet, writing the same scene from the POV of every character in a given chapter so you learn more about them. Character sheets can get some of us really in the weeds and we focus so much on whether or not our characters like punk vs classical music and certain fashion tastes that are ultimately not going to be on the page. That's not to say knowing these things are bad, but you can also get to know your characters by writing how they view each other and certain situations and by doing that, you also learn their motivations in each scene.

Just write 100 words a day of the project. That's it. Or a page in a notebook or 15 minutes of a sprint. Give yourself a small, reachable, tangible goal where you can see your writing grow. 'But I don't know where the story is going!' That's OK! It doesn't have to be perfect. You can write four pages and realize it's going nowhere and then cross it all out and start again. Pros do that, too.

If you're writing SFF, identify if you have Worldbuilder's Disease. What is this? It's when you spend all your time building a world for a story and you never get around to the story because the world isn't 'finished'. Tolkien didn't finish building his world. Last time I checked, GRRM never created more than 7 words of High Valyrian; David J. Peterson did for GOT. If you have Worldbuilder's Disease, make a checklist for what you absolutely need and if you have 75% or more done, you write and worldbuild on alternating days until you have what you absolutely need. By then, you should also have a better understanding of your characters and plot. If worldbuilding is your passion, you don't have to abandon it; but if it's stopping you from writing the story you want to tell, at some point, you do need to stop focusing on the worldbuilding and on the story.

If your perfectionism is the problem and you feel that draft one has to be perfect, this is going to be harder for some people than it is for others. For some people, accepting that draft 1 isn't going to be the end result is by calling it 'the shitty draft'. For others, it's by doing a draft zero, which I believe comes from screenwriting, and you write an unstructured draft with all your research and pants the hell out of it. For some people, that is draft one, for others, its a way to trick their brain into not putting too much pressure on themselves. Let yourself infodump in the draft if you have to. Get a cheerleader or enabler.

Get yourself an accountability buddy. Find someone in your friend group who also has a novel they want to write or a piece they want to learn how to play or a game they wanna finish, set a date for when it needs to be done that is reasonable, and check-in with each other. New Years' Resolutions don't work for most people, but cheering on a friend and them cheering you on and having someone who will ask you 'how's the book coming?' and listen to you when you talk about the best and worst parts of the week can be really effective to stopping yourself from going back to spinning your wheels.

Get a critique partner. Can be someone you met in fandom if you both are coming from the fanfic world or critique circle or a writing group in your area. If what you need is feedback, put yourself out there to get it.

Carrot method. If what you need is a treat, find a treat within your budget. Some people get a cupcake on Fridays if they met their writing goals four days in a row. Others treat themselves to a literary magazine subscription or a new hardcover book if they hit their goals for the month. If what you need to do is watch an episode of your favorite TV show after writing 800 words that night, do it. My personal variation of this is writing 500 words of the main project before I can work on other projects. Some days, I never get to the projects and others, I breeze right through and then get to do a whole short story I've wanted to write all week.

Fill in the blank method. My strongest points are dialogue and dynamics. If I forced myself to do internal things and description and sensory details down to the last detail on the first draft, nothing would ever get done. I give myself leeway and write the dialogue and dynamics and add the things I have to later. The more I practice internal aspects and description, the more I just do them, but I don't pressure myself. Pressuring yourself is not the answer.

Start in the middle. Starting is hard; many writers start in the wrong place, especially on their book. Some people do have a better sense of where a story should start than others, but some people have a better idea of what a strong finish is than others. Maybe your strength is the finish line. It's OK to write the last half of the book first and then add the first half. The first few chapters are almost always the chapters that are rewritten the most; that's why they tend to be the strongest and tightest.

[qianinterprises]

Summer '78

Pairing | bully!Jeno x chubby!Reader

Warning(s) | bullying, harsh words, cussing, sexual assault, name calling, fat shaming, poor shaming, face slapping, angst, hurtful comments, yelling, the Dreamies are not nice people (I know I did Jaemin wrong, I'm sorry)

Synopsis | Jeno was a bully, and you were his primary victim. Nothing should have changed, but Jeno began getting tired of bullying the girl he was in love with simply because she didn't conform to societies beauty standards. So she was chubby? So what?! His friends didn't see it that was.

Genre | ANGST, retro-flashback

Author’s Notes | So I wrote this a while back for an event of NCTA, which was basically writing a retro fic. This fic is very different than the fics I usually write. For one, it is told in Jeno's perspective rather than the readers. For two, this is a "chubby fic." Meaning the reader is seen in the fic as having a larger body weight, which, may I add here, is not a problem, nor should it ever be. If you are being bullied for anything, please don't let it go unreported. Report it as many times as you have to because bullying is not ok, whether it's done at school, at home, or anywhere else. Also, there is a possibility that there will be a part two, I have had some people (before posting it here) request a part two but I'm on the fence about that, but perhaps a part two will show some change and growth on Jeno's part. So we'll see. Tell me your opinions though! I hope you enjoy~

Word Count | 3.5k

Taglist | @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon @nschitty

A group of six boys sat around a table talking and laughing until a loud crash resounded through the snack shack that brought their attention to a waitress on the floor, yellow heels scattered behind her, empty tray in her hands and spilled drinks everywhere as well as on a girl by the table the waitress had fallen at.

“Clutz,” one of the boys, Jeno, mumbled, shaking his head.

“Fatass,” Jeno’s best friend, Jaemin responded.

The other four muttered something along the lines of agreement as they watched the waitress cowering on the floor with a bright red face as the girl now covered in cola shrieked about her ruined clothing and hair.

Jaemin got up from his seat angrily.

“What the hell are you doing to my girlfriend!” he yelled, approaching the pair.

“Jaeminnie! She poured soda all over me!” the girl pouted, running into Jaemins arms.

Jeno rolled his eyes.

Jeno shook his head. Out of all of the boys in their biker gang, Jaemin just had to be the most gullible, falling for the Queen Bee of the high school who used him for nothing more than his money and face.

“She ruined my shirt,” Jeno heard the girl whine.

Jaemin embraced her tighter.

“You’ll have to pay for her clothing, fatty!” Jaemin demanded.

The waitress was someone Jeno recognized. (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). She had been one of his best friends when he was a shy ten year old trying to fit in. They both befriended Jaemin and the rest of their group and somewhere along the way, he’d gotten muscular and tall while she’d gotten chubby. With Jeno’s looks, he’d always been popular with girls, but when he became interested in them as more than friends, he’d dumped the girl in favor of girlfriends.

She was a bullied girl wearing outdated clothing that made adequate grades. A nobody. She didn’t fit into any groups. She drifted through high school being shoved against lockers while her books were thrown across the hallway and what little lunch money she had was stolen. More often than not, Jeno or one of the other guys was the perpetrator.

“I can’t…” (y/n) muttered, looking down at the floor.

Jaemin kicked the carrying tray away from her, making the girl flinch.

Something in Jeno’s heart snapped against his chest, but he’d never allow it to escape. He watched tears gather in the corner of the girl's eyes and Jeno fought the urge to pull her to his chest.

Feelings began to stir their first year in high school when he and (y/n) had been seated side-by-side in homeroom and he’d leaned over to tease her about her recent, awkwardly styled hair when he’d met the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen.

The feelings made his stomach twist in knots and his body tingled. Feelings and sensations that only grew stronger when their skin brushed or when her angelic voice met his ears.

The feelings were what drove him to brash treatment. His hands shoving her shoulders against the lockers as he demanded for her money. Fingers harshly tugging at the ends of her hair. His voice yelling horrible things at her just to hear her speak back.

He couldn’t tell anyone how he was feeling either. Dating the chubby girl would cause him to lose whatever popularity he had obtained along with his pride and his gang. Their leader couldn’t be seen as the weak punk who decided to date the chubby girl from a poor family.

Jaemin sneered down at the blushing girl, taunting her loudly and Jeno watched her feeble attempt at hiding her face.

“Jaemin! Let’s go. Chubby over here isn’t worth our time,” Jeno called loudly, voice filled with authority that had Jaemin immediately moving away from the girl.

“Fine. But she owes us free meals for a week! Those clothes were expensive!” Jaemin whined.

He kissed his girlfriend's cheek and walked to the door to wait on the rest of the gang who were stuffing their last few fries in their mouths or finishing off their milkshakes.

“Let’s roll,” Jaemin called, a grin on his face.

Jeno shook his head at how fast the male changed perspectives. He grabbed his leather jacket off the back of his chair, sliding his arms into it and let it snap against his back.

The last few members finished their plates, leaving them on the table before grabbing their own jackets and following Jaemin out the door. Jeno took the end, stopping by the waitress on the floor.

“Maybe get some heels your fat feet can walk in, huh Dollface?” he sneered.

Her face flew red again and he rolled his eyes.

“And you should stop blushing. You look like a tomato. Vegetables aren’t attractive. Although it’s fitting. Tomatoes are plump.”

He walked out the door without another word, heart hammering painfully in his ears. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, but that was a problem. He couldn’t think chubby girls were beautiful. What would his friends think?

The loud purr of an engine met his ears and he sighed happily, most of his regret getting washed away, uprooted by the smell of motor oil and tires.

Jeno’s ride was a cherry red 1960 Harley-Davidson motorcycle with shiny silver wheels that didn’t match the rusted gas tank or muffler that Jeno was now saving to restore among other things. The black leather seat was slightly cracked from wear over the years and the breaks didn’t always work great. His headlight needed a new spark plug and the oil line leaked. Still, with all of these issues, he loved his bike. Each new issue gave him something to work on at night in his father's tiny little garage when all he wanted was grease on his chest and a wrench in his hand.

“Let’s go Jeno! I wanna ride!” Donghyuck moaned from his spot on his own bike, revving the engine with his right hand.

Jeno rolled his eyes at Donghyuck’s whining. Out of all of them, he was the one that loved traveling the most. They’d gone all the way up the coast the day they’d let Donghyuck lead them.

Jeno nodded and threw his leg over his bike, kicking the kick start lever and sighing happily as the bike roared to life beneath him. He pushed off his kickstand and allowed it to roll forward.

“Let’s go!” he called.

He rolled to the front of the group before revving the engine and turning onto the main road leaving the beachside snack shack behind.

~

When Jeno pulled into the driveway of his house, he parked his motorcycle beside his elder brother's black and gold Harley, letting the kickstand rest against the dirt driveway and dismounted..

He made his way into the house where his older brother, Jaehyun, was sitting alone in the living room flipping through channels.

Jeno’s heart hurt. All through the ride, he thought about (y/n) and the pained look in her eyes every time someone teased her. He knew it wasn’t right to bully her, especially for something as shallow as her weight or her clothes, but when the girls Jeno dated began mocking her, Jeno joined in, and pretty soon, she was alone. It hurt that Jeno could have stopped it. He could have kept her as a friend instead of ditching her, and now, here he was, hopelessly in love with the girl he bullied and too afraid to stand up to his friends out of fear that they would dump him.

“I have a problem,” he groaned, flopping down on the couch.

Jaehyun turned the small box television off and turned his attention to Jeno. Jeno rolled his head back on the plush green sofa and sighed.

“There’s this girl I like…” he started.

Jaehyun groaned in disinterest.

“So tell her. Not like you can’t get any girl. I heard you’re one of the kings of your class,” he replied.

Jeno whined. It was true. He could virtually have anyone he wanted, yet the one person he couldn’t have was the one he desired.

“I can’t. My friends wouldn’t approve and she’d never go for me… not after everything I’ve done,” he muttered hopelessly.

“Why do you care so much what your punk friends think? Do what you want, not what they want you to do.”

Jeno sighed. It wasn’t that easy and Jaehyun should know that.

“She’d never go out with me anyway and I can never tell her!” Jeno whined, hoping his brother would understand.

He was far too ashamed to come out and say exactly why she wouldn’t. “There’s girls that don’t like you?” Jaehyun asked, clearly shocked.

Jeno nodded sullenly.

“Just one…”

That seemed to make the links click in Jaehyun’s mind and Jeno wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“You don’t mean you like the poor girl you always bully, do you?”

So Jaehyun knew about that. No wonder his brother had grown distant since Jeno had started high school.

“Um… yes…” he mumbled.

Jaehyun shuffled around on the beige chair he was sitting on before one of his dirty socks was being chucked at Jeno’s head.

“Hey!” Jeno snapped.

“You don’t treat people like that! You and your friends are assholes! That poor girl won’t forgive you for what you’ve done to her!” Jaehyun yelled.

Jeno wanted to yell back, but he knew Jaehyun was right. He was an asshole.

“What do I do to get her to like me… I don’t know how to stop this mess…” he mumbled. Jaehyun groaned and grabbed the large remote, flipping the television back on.

“You make things right. Stop bullying the girl and apologize like you mean it. Even then, it may be too late,” Jaehyun answered before his attention was back into the heavy box television.

Jeno sighed. He knew his brother was right.

~

The next afternoon, Jeno pulled his motorcycle into the parking lot of the snack shack, parking alongside Jisungs rusting brown one he refused to let Jaemin or Jeno strip and repaint.

Jeno dismounted and walked into the shack. His friends were crowded around their usual table, talking loudly.

Jeno walked over to the table and slid into the booth beside Renjun.

“What’d I miss?” he asked.

Jaemin was cackling and fishing ice out of his soda glass.

“(y/n) is on our table today!” he smirked.

Jeno’s heart dropped. That meant they’d be extra cruel to her today and Jeno really couldn’t do anything to tell her or his friends how he felt. The universe must really hate him.

Jaemin got the ice out of his cola glass and held it in his palm, his faze shifting to where (y/n) was shuffling around in her red striped shirt and black pants, wearing those same yellow heels.

“What are you gonna-”

Jeno was cut off as Jaemin smirked and launched the ice cube across the table, getting enough air to fly across the room until it dived down into the low cut v-line of (y/n)’s striped shirt.

“Yes! 10 points!” Jaemin cheered loudly.

(y/n) squeaked at the sudden intrusion of ice, a sound that Jeno found oddly adorable, even if it wasn’t a good kind of squeak.

Her face flamed red and she hurried back to put her notepad down on the chef’s counter before moving back to their table.

“Can I get you guys anything else?” she asked, her voice having gone up an octave from embarrassment.

“I want a chocolate milkshake,” Renjun answered.

(y/n) jotted it down and moved to look at the rest.

“I want a burger that’s charred on one side, but not too charred. Don’t bring me burnt meat or I’ll make your fatass eat it,” Jaemin said.

Jeno sighed at his friend, shaking his head subtly.

“I want a burger with a dollop of ketchup and three pickles. Don’t you dare give me any more or less than three pickles,” Donghyuck ordered.

Jeno rolled his eyes. Donghyuck didn’t even like pickles.

She glanced at Jisung and Chenle, both who were contently sipping their cola’s and completely ignoring her existence, so, after scribbling down everyone else’s orders, she turned her eyes to Jeno.

“Coke with ten pieces of ice and a burger.”

(y/n) nodded, writing all of the information down and shuffled off to the counter again.

“Do we really have to be that mean to her? She looked like she was going to cry,” Renjun muttered.

Jaemin rolled his eyes.

Jeno nodded in agreement to Renjun. Her face was sullen and her eyes glistened with tears that hadn’t fallen. His heart sank at the thought that maybe something had happened at home or that their words had finally gotten to her. In all the time they’d been bullying her, she never once said anything much to them, and they’d never seen her cry.

“Do you think we should lay off her?” he suggested.

Donghyuck and Jaemin snorted at the same time.

“Why would we do that?” Donghyuck asked.

Jeno shook his head. His friends could be such assholes sometimes. They wouldn’t even stop for someone that seems to be almost crying, they just use it to play more games. More buttons to press.

“If you’re so worried, Jeno, go check on her,” Chenle challenged.

“Yeah, go check on her!” Jaemin cackled.

Jeno shook his head and sighed, getting out of the booth. He knew very well what they expected him to do, or at least, what they wanted him to do, but he didn’t know if he could take calling her names anymore. Not when it felt like his soul was screaming at him not to.

He didn’t have much of a choice as he made his way over to her, however. He couldn’t control what his friends wanted and what he was obligated to give.

He moved up behind her and while her back was turned, he brought his hand down hard on her butt as his friends cackled loudly from their table. Jeno’s ears burned in embarrassment and guilt. If his mother knew what he’d just done, she’d be dragging him out of the snack shack by his ear.

He didn’t really know what to expect from (y/n). What he didn’t expect however, was her body whirling around rapidly, her hand raising angrily, and the sharp stinging sensation across his cheek.

“YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO YOU, AND YET ALL YOU ARE YOUR ASSHOLE BUDDIES WANNA DO IS BULLY ME! WELL PISS OFF! I DON’T NEED THIS!” she screamed.

Jeno’s eyes widened. This was new…

“YOU ARE A BUNCH OF PUNKASS BOYS WITH NOTHING BETTER TO DO, BUT I SWEAR THE NEXT TIME I HEAR A COMMENT ABOUT MY WEIGHT, CLOTHES, OR HAIR, OR ANYONE TOUCHEs ME, I WILL SHOVE MY FAT FOOT UP YOUR BUTTHOLE!” she screamed angrily.

The cackling from the table had stopped as the boys gaped at their waitress in shock.

“AND YOU IDIOTS CAN GET YOUR OWN DAMN BURGERS!”

The snack shack had gone deathly quiet. Jeno stood as still as a statue, face still stinging, but not quite as painful now. The outburst from this usually quiet and reserved girl shocked him to his very core, but it also made him feel worse. Sure, the ice throwing, name calling, and excessively stupid orders had added fuel to the fire, but it was Jeno’s action that had thrown her over the edge.

“I-I’m… sorry…” he stammered out.

“DON’T SAY SORRY TO ME AFTER THE HELL YOU’VE PUT ME THROUGH!” she screamed.

Jeno’s heart pounded in his chest and his eyes gazed at her fearfully.

“I think it’s time you go home, (y/n), calm down and come back tomorrow,” the owner of the snack shack said, walking out of his office.

(y/n) nodded and let out a sniffle. Jeno didn’t know when she’d started crying. She grabbed the bag the owner handed her before running out of the shack.

“And you, young man. You and your boys get out of my shack. You’re all banned for a week. Come back in here acting like that and you’ll be banned permanently,” he said, eyes fixed angrily on Jeno.

Jeno turned to look back at his gang and sighed, waving a hand for them all to follow.

~

After the incident, Jeno hadn’t felt much like going on a ride with the rest of the gang. They were all perfectly fine, cackling and talking about the outburst, but Jeno couldn’t stomach it. The way she’d screamed. How upset she’d looked. He was done being a bully. Now he just needed to figure out how to go from bully to courting her, if that were even possible.

He parked his bike beside Jaehyun’s again, happy to see his brother was home and not at the rusty body shop he worked at.

He ran into the house, taking the front steps two at a time, and when he was inside, he made his way to the room he shared with Jaehyun.

“I need to borrow your boombox!” he yelled at the male.

Jaehyun, clearly not expecting the sudden intrusion, jumped off the small bed, stuffing the adult rated magazine he’d been “reading” under his mattress. Jeno rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time to find ways to ruin Jaehyun’s relationship with his girlfriend or rat him out to their mother.

“I. need. Your. boom. Box!” he enunciated.

Jaehyun stared at him incredulously.

“Uh… Why?” he asked.

Jeno shook his head angrily and shoved past Jaehyun to siffle through his side of the room searching for the large, heavy, cassette playing boombox his brother had bought a month ago.

“I need it to fix my (y/n) situation!” Jeno explained as he searched.

Jaehyun groaned.

“Movies aren’t real! That won’t work!”

Jeno ignored him. The guy always showed up at the window of the girl he was hoping to impress and the girl always forgave him. It’d work. It had to.

Jeno grabbed the large boombox from beneath Jaehyun’s bed, groaning at the weight. He heard Jaehyun sigh.

“Good luck then.”

Jeno didn’t need it. This would work. It had to work.

~

The ride to (y/n)’s house had proven to be a bit difficult as he struggled to hold the boombox against him. The box was large and heavy, with a small cassette player at the top that already had his chosen tape resting inside it.

The trip over was one of many stops and repositionings in an attempt not to drop the box that could very well make everything alright. He could just imagine her grinning in glee and running down to meet him, forgiving him for everything he’d ever done to hurt her.

By the time he got to her house, dusk was falling. He had maybe ten minutes before darkness engulfed the sky. Ten minutes in which he’d be tasked with making everything better.

He moved around the side of the common two story house and found (y/n)’s window easily. She appeared to be dancing to the music playing from the vinyl record player he could almost see perched by the window. It brought a smile to his lips. She looked so happy and carefree.

He could watch her all night, but he was here for a reason. He had to apologize for everything he’d ever done and confess.

He found a rock likely from her driveway by her window in the grass and picked it up. It was only one so he had to make it count.

He pressed play on the cassette player portion of the boombox and ‘It’s sad to belong’ came flowing out melodically from the speakers.

”Met you on a springtime day,”

He threw the rock hard against her window, flinching as he heard the rock bounce off. He was surprised it hadn’t broken the window.

”You were mindin’ your life and I was mindin’ mine too. The window opened and Jeno’s heart hammered in his chest.

“(y/f/n) (y/l/n)! I am so in love with you it hurts. I am so sorry for everything I’ve ever done to hurt you! All the bullying. All the teasing. I’m so sorry. You’re not fat or ugly! You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen! I just couldn’t show it! But I don’t care what my friends think! I love you! I want to be with you! I want to court you! Please forgive me!” he pleaded, not giving the girl a chance to say anything.

When he finished speaking, the song was nearing an end and his body was shaking. The girl looked almost close to tears again and Jeno grew hopeful that in any second, she’d run downstairs and jump into his arms.

“Yes it’s sad to belong to someone else when the right one comes along.”

“You love me huh? Well you have a funny way of showing it,” she sneered.

The window slammed shut and the drapes were immediately dropped, leaving Jeno alone in the darkness of the evening, his hopes dashed across the grass.

He’d waited too long to apologize.

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Trapped” Part 5

Almost one year ago, someone tried to kill The Joker in a speeding car and Y/N pushed him out of the way, getting hit instead. With a fractured skull and broken bones, she was out of business for 6 months; when she finally recovered, The Queen of Gotham wasn’t the same anymore. Trapped inside her own mind and exhibiting severe cognitive impairment, Y/N’s life switched upside down without any hope of ever returning to normal.

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4

4 Months Pregnant

“I need customized stickers that say Baby On Board for my purple Lamborghini and the other cars I drive,” The Joker growls at his own idea whilst sharing it with the person fulfilling his wacko trades: Franco Rossi, the leader of best underground supply chain in Gotham.

“When would you like them ready Mister J? After Y/N gives birth?”

“Nope! Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?...” Franco hesitantly inquiries about the sudden emergency since he can’t understand why The King of Gotham demands them so fast.

The Joker hates explaining yet certain people are obtuse thus they necessitate enlightenment.

“Y/N’s pregnant: when she gets in a car, the baby is also. Baby on board! Hello??” the father-to-be loses his temper.

Who can argue with The Joker’s logic? Nobody. It sort of makes sense anyway.

“Of course, Mister J. I’ll have them ready. If you drop by after 6pm, I’ll have your guns ready too.”

“Perfect!” the Joker hangs up among the ruckus coming from the office near the kitchen: sounds of shattered objects and yelling alert Richard aka Panda you’re at it again. He nonchalantly passes by in order to deliver the items to The Clown.  

“Your drinks Mister J,” he gives one cup with Starbucks caramel latte to his boss and the other is placed on the table. Why does your boyfriend require 2 identical containers? It won’t take long to solve the mystery.

“Are the lids glued?”

Strange question but there’s a purpose in it.

“Yes sir. How is she doing?”

“She’s hormonal: breaking things makes her feel better which reminds me we have to hoard porcelain objects for her to wreck. NO glass!”

“Sure, I’ll tell the crew,” Richard leaves the kitchen while texting Frost. “Hulk needs more to smash,” he types the code name they gave you in the last weeks although The King knows about it: J’s the one that came up with it.

“Hey Pumpkin,” you are greeted as soon as you pop up from the office. “How’d it go?” he scrolls down on his phone and takes a sip of hot liquid.

“Ugghh!” a frustrated Y/N swings the yellow teddy bear The Joker stole for her on their first date, hitting his hand in the process. The drink flies near the fridge and splatters on the floor with minimal damage: only a tiny puddle instead of a disaster, that’s why the lids are glued.

Safety measure for The Queen’s unpredictability.

J grabs his reserve cup of coffee, paying attention now hence he dodges your renewed attack and keeps his coffee intact.

That’s why his drinks have the lids glued, in case you catch him off guard the second time it will result in negligible destruction.

It happened before.

“I don’t think so Princess,” The Joker strong grip on the container calms you a bit because you won’t be able to win this round. “Are you hungry?”

“No,” you pout and sit in his lap.

“I bet the baby is,” the secret weapon is unleashed: J discovered such a gem by accident and it works like a charm. How can Y/N say “no” if the baby is involved? She can’t.

A plate filled with a bunch of your favorite breakfast food is placed in front of you and strangely enough you’re instantly hungry.

“Extra bacon,” he purrs. “Plus chocolate dip and honey mustard for your pickled cherries. I added peanut butter olives as a bonus.”

In your defense, you’ve been having weird cravings lately.

You place the toy on the chair nearby and start eating, ogling a Joker texting back and forth with his business partners. He chews the morsel you just offered and shivers: waffle dipped in clam juice is disgusting. Maybe he should look at the food you shove in his mouth.

“Gross,” J washes the terrible taste with coffee and gets a kiss for encouragement, yet he’s aware of the connotations. Another kiss confirms it.

Let’s put it this way: besides the hormonal episodes and food demands, The Queen has had a fresh type of craving recently - The Joker kind.

More than usually.

That’s why he has to clear it up.

“I’m flattered for being the center of attention; we gotta keep in mind that contrary to the popular belief, I don’t have unlimited stamina, Pumpkin.”

You nod in agreement and unbutton his pants, then unzip them also.

“Y/N, pay attention!” J insists since you don’t give a damn about his woes. “Think about it as a two way street: The Joker Street and I Want To Break Things Street. Are you with me so far?” he double checks.

Why is he yapping so much??! I guess you should make an effort to comprehend: he’s even doodling patterns on his phone to emphasize the speech.

“When you get hormonal, Princess, let’s try and walk on the I Want To Break Things Street instead of The Joker Street, hm? The Joker Street is sometimes closed for repairs until further announcement.”

OK, OK, this is a lecture. Something about a Joker Street, he seems upset he doesn’t have one…?... Right?...

If you were him, you would be pissed Gotham didn’t name a street in your honor when you’re so important for the town.

Another peck on his neck, then your lips go down his collar bone.

“You’re not paying attention, are you?” J mutters when it’s clear his shirt won’t remain on his body for too long.

“I am,” you defend yourself.

“Oh yeah? What did I say then?”

“Ummm…” you try to piece together words among estrogen taking over. “No Joker Street?...”

“Bingo, that’s it Princess! No Joker Street, correct! Choose the other street, yes?”

This time he kisses you, excited his idea was well received when in fact, both parties are referring to unrelated concepts.

“Wait,” J dodges your touch, “Richard is calling.”

Because he’s on the phone ignoring Y/N, she is ensuring a nice surprise for later; concentrating to the maximum to avoid misspelling, the following message is sent to Franco Rossi from her cell:

“Make a landmark sign that says Joker Street.”

The King’s conversation is prolonged more than anticipated until he discerns you’re not wiggling: you feel asleep, softly snoring on his shoulder and he definitely can’t afford to wake you up.

The doctors said your body is trying to cope with the pregnancy the best way it can: if you doze off at random hours it means you ran out of fuel and you should rest. After cheating death and surviving the accident, the future mother is at high risk of serious complications which is why each day could lead to unforeseen problems.

The Joker rises from the chair holding you in his arms and after a few steps he realizes it’s difficult to walk: thanks to his unbuttoned and unzipped pants, they keep sliding lower and lower. There’s no way he will make it upstairs so maybe the sofa in the living room is the best option. He almost trips thus he begins to drag his feet on the carpet, the pants at knee level now.

“I’m reduced to a piece of meat,” J grumbles, finally making it to the couch and placing Y/N on it so she can have her power nap.

*************

6:02pm

You accompanied The King to a meeting with Seraphim, the best hacker/strategist J uses: they’ve been plotting for a while concerning D.A. Kevin Winchester. The politician is becoming a huge pain in the butt for Gotham’s underworld and something must be done; either annihilation or blackmail, it truly doesn’t matter since he’s bad for business. Due to a total lack of interest in the subject, you are exploring the surroundings quite angry The Joker dragged you here.

Luckily there’s stuff to do.

Bam! you punch the fragile glass sculpture and it splinters into a million pieces on the lavish marble floor.

Seraphim jumps at the noise, immediately recognizing his beloved possession:

“That’s…,” he gulps, appalled. “That’s a Vitriol!”

Yup, the one and only Degas Vitriol, the latest sensation taking the art universe by storm.

“She’s hormonal,” J sneers. “She breaks shit!”

“That’s valued at 150,000 dollars!” the hacker breaths in much needed oxygen regarding the atrocity unfolding at his hideout.

“So??!!” your boyfriend sucks on his teeth, irritated. “Serves you right for buying that asshole’s artsy fartsy crap!”

The Joker actually has 4 Vitriol masterpieces at the mansion yet you were strictly forbidden to destroy them, alas he gave you the office for your rampages.

You continue your exploration as they talk about God knows what until you perceive an alarming detail: Seraphim is literally screaming having a gun pointed at J.

You sneak behind him then in a split second you strike the pistol out of his hand and your fist lands on his temple with such brutality it knocks him out unconscious.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N???” The Clown hisses at your erratic behavior.

“Hm?”

“What are you doing??!!!” he repeats, annoyed.

“S-saving  you…,” you stutter, confused on why J is mad. “He was yelling and…mmm, had a gun,” you wince in pain because your knuckles hurt from the impact.

“The guy’s half deaf and sometimes he raises his voice without noticing, or did you forget??!! Now I have to wait until he comes to his senses and that’s a waste of my time, Y/N!!! Seraphim wasn’t threatening me, he was showing me his newest collectible!!! I suppose someone with half a brain can’t acknowledge the mess they’ve created!!!”

A lot of accusations thrown your way still… the last sentence brings tears in your eyes.

“I…” you bite your lower lip. “…I don’t have half of brain…”

“Wanna bet??” The Joker bites more instead of leveling with your logic: you though he was in danger and took action. If it was a real emergency, yes, you would have been the hero; it’s not and apparently he can’t appreciate your fast intervention in these circumstances.

“Y-you’re stupid…” you whisper, frustrated. “You don’t understand anything…”

Here it is -- the cataclysmic event of the century: someone called The Joker stupid. He’s beyond outraged with nothing better to utter besides a very childish:

“You’re stupid!”

Y/N turns around and stomps out of the house leaving a trail of destruction outside: she slaps the bottled water out of The Shark’s hand, kicks Panda’s shin and snatches Frost’s donut basically inhaling the sweet treat.

“I want to go h-home!!” you shout and enter the first vehicle you see, slamming the door so hard the window on the passenger side cracks.

“Jesus…” Jonny mumbles and being the sensible man that he is you are offered the whole box of pastries he purchased for his family. He can acquire more, but there’s no way in hell he wants to endure Y/N in the state she’s in.

Gotta keep Hulk calm somehow…

**************

3 Hours Afterwards

You sulk when The Joker strolls in the master bathroom frantically searching the cabinets.

“Did you see my shaver?” he asks.

“Hm?”

“Did you see my shaver?”

“I…I wouldn’t know. I only have half a brain,” the surprisingly eloquent phrase queues J his woman is holding a grudge for his earlier statement. Why wouldn’t she? He was a complete jerk.

At least you didn’t catch on to the obvious: The King of Gotham doesn’t own a shaver; hair just grows on his head.  

He glimpses at Y/N soaking in the bathtub with a kid’s book in her left hand and the right hand fingers sunk into a bowl filled with ice placed at the edge of the Jacuzzi. The Joker leans over and switches your book since it’s upside down.

You huff at the unwanted help and stare at the pictures expecting he’ll look for his shaver and disappear.

You’re not that fortunate today.

“Imagine my surprise when I drove the main alley and detected a sign that says The Joker Street,” he brings up the topic.

Franco Rossi was super-efficient …sadly you ordered the item before J ran his mouth at the hacker’s place, otherwise you wouldn’t care he wants a street with his name.

“You said no… no Joker Street,” you stammer. “Now you have one,” the bitter tone makes him roll his eyes: Y/N’s brain got what it could from his monologue, he should have known better than to make it complicated.

“Excellent…” The King starts rubbing your tummy, “… precisely what I was aiming for. I’m washing the baby, not you!” he underlines when you move farther from him.

You scrunch your face displeased but let him do it because it’s for the baby.

“I know what you’re doing,” Y/N gives him a cold gaze. “U-using the baby… I’m not stupid!”

Busted, The Joker thinks. The schemer in him won’t accept defeat though.

“I didn’t say you were.”

“Yes you did!”

“You said it first!!!” he reckons, antagonized. “Therefore two stupid people put together gotta make up for a smart one!!’

“I… I don’t wanna make out…” you frown at his suggestion.

The Joker sighs, deciding not to correct the trajectory of your judgement; it sure sounds like an opportunity.

“Why not?”

“I’m tired and…and I h-hate you,” your heavy eyelids close.

“Both viable reasons, even if I have to admit you striking Seraphim like that got me quite worked up. He’s no small fry! I had to wait for one hour for him to recover; you got a mean punch, woman! The more I reflect on it, the hornier I get. Which reminds me, Pumpkin: guess what?... … … I’m hormonal too.”

No answer, Pumpkin’s out.

“Of course nobody gives a damn if I’m hormonal!” he complaints while grabbing you from the bathtub. You cling to him for a few moments prior to drifting back into your dreams.

“Thanks for getting me all wet,” J snarls at the cruel reality of having his favorite Prada suit ruined.

“You…you’re welcome…” his Queen replies in her sleep, somehow her mind clutching to reality amidst pure relaxation.

This is what two hormonal individuals are reduced to: one’s dozing off, the other is suffering in silence, although being the proud owner of the tiniest road in Gotham compensates for the mishap.

It’s a two way street.

 Also read: Masterlist

You can also follow me on Ao3 and Wattpad under the same blog name: DiYunho. 

[sugdenlovesdingle]

I agree with you about people believing celebrities are their friends. SM broke a line between the celebrities and us and more people think they are closed to them while celebrities only show us what they want. Idk how to say it. I was in a fandom, i had an update account about the show. Some fans of a certain couple of actors believe they are closed to them, are their friends and that they know everything. Not only they are fighting and insulting everyone who don't like the couple but they also stalk this couple and posted many privates photos thinking it's normal to do that. I think many fans genuily believe it's normal to be like this or to be hateful because as a viewer, they can say whatever they want. And the worst part is they ask for respect and can be very hateful toward any actors or fans who don't like their faves. It's a very nasty game. All of this for being popular or for feeling validate by their faves. I don't know.

I have an update account about an actress i really love. I love her work! She is fantastic. And many of others fans asked me to send her dms and to tell her to follow them back as if we were friends. I think it's probably that the problem, the illusion, we really think we know them while we don't. We really don't know people in SM or only via what they are posting or don't post. Look at the ones who get mad at celebrities for not supporting this or that because they don't tweet about it. It's like living in a black mirror episode.

The thing is i can be really hard toward characters and some actors (like this couple i talked about because they are actual scammers) but i will never send hate toward actors. Who am i to tell them they suck or are horrible people? That doesn't make us better, actually harassment makes us worst and hypocrites. I think people believe they have the right to destroy life, to cancel people or characters. This kind of messages, of hate, of harassment destroy people and that makes them laugh or proud of it. So i understand actors who leave SM or stop reading their fans.

yeah that's exactly it - we're so much closer to celebrities now with social media and people mistake likes or replies from them with the likes or replies they get from fellow fans.

my friend does this and it infuriates me at times. I used to tweet her things like 'hey so and so show will play at a theatre near us, wanna go?" and she'd like the tweet (like some celebrities do to show fans they saw their message) instead of replying. And I'm just... if you see my message, why not reply??

and yes people feel entitled to attention from their fave and demand they support the same things they do.

I used to be in another soap fandom for ATWT (As the world turns) and one half of the gay couple on the show was a guy who openly talked about his gf in interviews and people knew her name and she had a youtube channel that people followed (kinda like Daisy with the robron fans) but the other guy never really talked about his personal life/romantic life at all. There were plenty of rumours and it was this sort of... idk what to call it - everyone knew but nobody talked about it in public. And some fans were really extreme in harassing people for even asking about the rumours/ if he was really dating that one guy. But they still friended both of the guys on facebook/liked their fan pages and tried to find pictures of them together. There was a video from a gay rights protest in nyc (around 2009/2010 maybe when social media wasn't that big yet) with a slideshow of pictures from the protest. And one of the pictures was the one actor with the guy he was rumoured to be dating. A lot of people saw that as confirmation that they were together and it was ok to talk about... but the guy himself never did. Not until after ATWT had ended and he was involved in a gay webseries that he 'officially' came out in an interview. And yeah everyone basically already knew that he was gay and dating the guy he'd previously referred to as his good friend... but at least it was his own choice to come out then (there were rumours he wasn't allowed to come out while he was on atwt but the world may never know if that's true). these days people hunt down any "proof" they can find on who is dating who and post it all over social media. And then it blows up and major news outlets start retweeting it/picking up the story... and people get outed against their will or their brand new relationship gets made public when they're still getting to know each other.

[juvian]

A turn of events - Chapter 6

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Summary : Korimi Lockser always been one of the best students, but one day when her crush decide to come visit his friends more often, including her sister. She decide do to the dumbest thing she’s done in her life… fake being stupid to get is attention.

Disclaimer : Fairy tail belong to Hiro Mashima !

Characters : Korimi Lockser (Oc), Rogue Cheney, Sting Eucliffe, Juvia Lockser, Lyon Vastia.

Shipping(s) : Oc X Lyon Vastia.

Genre : High school au, modern au, romance and humour.

Words : 1779

Chapters : Masterlist // Chapter 5 // Chapter 7

Chapter 6

I think studying with the boys together is the worst thing.

Me, having to explain everything to Sting,  because he is stupid. While he’s whining about the fact that Rogue didn’t want us to stop and take a break until he understand the fucking thing.

Yeah studying with them is great…

“I need a break please. “Sting whined, again. “Not only because I still don’t understand, but I really have to pee guys.

“Arg... Go! But after that you are not sleeping until you understand the damn thing!” 

Sting thanked me and ran to the bathroom, leaving me alone with his brother. I started to read the next math problem we are trying to learn, when I felt my phone vibrate. I took it and saw that an unknown number had sent me a text.

“« It’s Lyon, your sister gave me your number, I was at your home today, but you weren’t there. She said you must be with friends, we should text each other so we know when the other is gonna be busy hahaha :). »”

Oh. My. God… He was really home! And I missed him. I wanted to cry… I could have been studying with him and not with the idiot and Rogue! Sorry Rogue… Oh I should answer!

“« I am so sorry Lyon, I didn’t think you would come again, I feel bad :/ I am actually studying with friends… Tell me when you want to come again, I’ll be there!”

“« it’s okay, don’t feel bad you didn’t know :) I’ll come tomorrow»”

I probably look stupid right now, with this big stupid ass smile plastered on my face right. At least only Rogue is here with me.

“It’s Lyon?” He said, coldly, which surprised me. 

“Umm… Yeah, Ju gave him my number, he came home and I wasn’t there so he said to text him if I am going somewhere so he doesn't come over for nothing.”

“So he is saying that you’re wasting his time.”

“He didn’t say that, he is really kind for giving me his time! But if I am not there it’s useless he can do something else instead, he is super busy with university too.”

“Ummm… So… Are you going to ask him to come with you to prom?”

“Ummm… I don’t think so, why would he come with me to prom?” I said, my cheeks turning red.

I mean why would he come with a kid like me to prom and how could I ask him. I would probably froze and say some stupid shit.

“Ok.”

“Why are you asking?”

“I always thought we would go together, like everybody.”

Ah shit… Do I really have to deal with this… I don’t want to make him sad.

“Well, if you want us to go together, I don’t care, it’s just prom, I’ll have  other occasions to be with him, you are more important to be honest and it’s your prom too.”

“You should try, I don’t wanna get between you and the love of your life.”

I didn’t know what to answer so I just shut my mouth. It was silent for some minutes until Sting opened the door and joined us on the floor where we were seated.

“Did you miss me?”

“No.”  Rogue said, not looking up from his notebook.

God I love him.

“Actually, I couldn’t wait for you to come back.”

Sting looked at me with the most confused face ever and Rogue was probably wondering why the fuck I was saying that.

“Ah yeah?” I could see the scared look on his face.

“Yeah, Lyon texted me, he was home today. SO I have to kill you because it was your idea that I come here.”

“What wait!”

Before he said something else I jumped on him and started to hit him while Rogue watched us desperately.

***

“Juvia, I’m back from school!” I yelled, as I put my bad on the floor.

“Kori-Chan!”  My sister yelled, as I saw her get up from the couch and she came to hug me. “How was school?”

“It was great, I had my grade for my history exam and I had 96%”

“That’s amazing Kori-Chan! You are so intelligent Juvia is so proud of you.”

“Thanks Ju.” I said, laughing.

“That’s why you should explain to me why you need Lyon’s help in math?”  She asked, with a knowing look.

“Please don’t judge me! You are not one to Judge Juvia Lockser.”

“Juvia is not judging you! She would never dare to do it! Juvia is just wondering why you’re using the bad grade card and not your natural charm.”

“I don’t know, it’s the first thing that came to my mind, I am so much younger than him so I don't know how to act around him and make him see that I am not just your little sister.”

“Juvia is not the best example for having a guy's attention, but she thinks Kori-Chan should only be herself, he’s not that much older and you’re mature for your age.”

“If you said so…” I said, not convinced, what I was doing now was far from mature. “He said he’ll come, he is not here?”

I put my bag in the hallway and checked my phone to see if he sent a  text, but no, it means he’ll come no? I must be late, that's it. I was going to sit on the couch when someone rang the bell. It must be him!!! 

“Lyon! How are you?”

“Good and you? Sorry I am a little late, I had to do something.”

“I am doing great thank you and it’s okay Kori-Chan arrived only 5 minutes ago.

My sister let him enter and I ran to the door before he could see me and greet him. Subtle much Korimi.

“Hi Lyon!”

“Hi Kori, are you ready for today?”

“Always! I mean… I am a studious girl already so if I can finally understand the only thing that messes with my grade then I am ready for it!”

“I understood you don’t have to explain yourself.” He laughed and my heart melted.

“You should work in the kitchen.” My sister said. “You must not have enough places on the living room table.”

“You are right it was a little bit cramped.” He laughed, again.

Stop laughing, don’t do this please my heart, it won’t take it. 

***

“So your exams are next week right?” Lyon asked, while we were taking our first little break of the day.

“Yes and after  I am finally done with high school!”

“You can wait?” He asked and I nod. “You don’t like school?”

“Ah no, I like school, I like learning things, school as students and teachers though… sometimes it gets really annoying.”

“I see.” He laughed. “I was like that too, I mean I was one of the best students and pretty much everyone was jealous of me, my face didn’t help this. So I didn’t really care about the other students and the teachers, except my friends.

Okay he is beautiful and really intelligent and I love him, but modesty is not his thing at all.

“Do you think a week is enough for you to understand everything?” He continued.

“Umm, yeah.” I said. “I mean, I actually don’t have a bad grade? I understand so much more, you help a lot thank you, but I still need you a lot too.” I laughed, trying to sound as believable as possible. 

“I”ll help you as long as you want me to.” He smiled and I almost cried, he is beautiful when he smile god. “And if I am not here you probably have someone to help you a little.”

“Yes, but no one is as good as you.” I said, winking.

“I like you.” He said, laughing and I died. “We should continue now.”

We continued to look at the textbook he brought from his home and work on some examples. I was starting to put more details and the right explanations to show some amelioration in my math, but still wrote some mistakes in them. Sometimes when it was an easier question I gave the right answer and if you saw the smile and the proud look on his face, I was melting. But that smile also made me a little guilty, I was lying to him to have his attention. It was not right, I was starting to think he may hate me if I tell him later.

“What’s with the sad face Kori? Is something wrong?” He asked worryingly and the guilt grew even more.

“No it’s okay, just thinking about the end of my high school year, it still makes me sad and a little nervous, the exam, prom and some of my friends going their own ways, which means I’m probably going to see them less and less.

“It’s okay, you’ll always find a way to see them. I see my best friend once a year, but we are still really good friends like the first time we saw her.” He said, passing an arm on my shoulder and hugging me lightly, it was really hard not to pass out on the spot. “Sherry even got married! It’s life we can’t do anything about it but we can make it work, promise you.” 

“Yeah, I know.” I said, smiling.

“So prom? When is it? You have a date?” He asked, taking off his arm from my shoulder. No come back ! 

“Umm… last day of school, well we don’t have exams on this day, but yeah. No I don’t… Well yes I have a date, Rogue and I always do everything together and everyone’s sure we will go together so nobody will dare to ask me.” I said, laughing awkwardly.

“He didn’t ask you? He should ask you anyway, doing it the proper way.” He smiled. “If he doesn't I’ll do it, he said, probably joking but OH MY GOD MY HEART!

“What?” I asked, surprised, trying to not show my heart was read to get out of my chest at any second.

“I am joking, I am not going to a high school prom, It'll be weird don’t you think?” He said, laughing.

“Hahaha yeah.” I said, trying to laugh but it ended up sounding fake. I hope he didn’t notice.

I can forget asking him and anyway I can’t do this to Rogue. He wants us to go together, so we'll go together! I don’t care about Lyon and I can’t let down my best friend like this!

“Well we should finish this chapter before dinner.” He smiled and I agreed. 

Korimi now concentrate!

[ayellowcurtain]

need to see one where the Boys Squad, Zöe and Senne find out about the attack // Wondering if you could do something where the boy squad and girl squad find out about the bashing? And get all protective and ask why they didn’t say anything but being supportive? // Could you write a fix of Sander going to pick robbe at school and just everyone finding them super cute but also still in shock that baby robbe was able to start dating a college boy? // could you write something about sander picking up robbe from school and just the girl squad finding them so adorable but also teasing robbe about getting a college boyfriend

Jens knows it’s not his story to tell, but he’s also worried. Whenever Robbe has to tell something that happened to him, he says like it’s nothing. It’s never important when he’s the one getting hurt, he’s always just trying to be strong and take care of others. So maybe the “incident” that Robbe described to him wasn’t that small.

He had to swear not to talk to Sander about it and the way Robbe begged him to keep his mouth shut made him even more worried. Robbe was uneasy, fumbling with his phone as he told what happened one night months ago when he lied to Jens to go out with Sander instead.

Jens remembers of the huge bandage Robbe wore for days in his face and how he was constantly whining, walking with his shoulder forward, kind of hiding his chest, with the weirdest posture.

“They were beaten?” Jana asks and Jens can see how all the girls go quiet, the air quickly thickens and he looks around, making sure nobody else is around them. He just wanted to talk to Zoe, but now all the girls are around them and Zoe is clearly in shock, not really talking, not even meeting his eyes, looking down like she’s searching for some kind of answer that the concrete might give her.

She remembered seeing Robbe with bruises all over his body and when she told Jens about it, it sounded pretty serious. He didn’t see anything except the one on his face.

“Robbe said so...He said they were able to walk home and, I don’t know, live their lives, but I don’t think it’s as simple as that. Robbe just hates bothering people with his problems.”

“No, no, he was pretty hurt, Jens. I remember how he was that morning, he had huge, dark bruises all over his body and he was clearly in shock. I think Milan might know something about it.”

“Milan?” Jens frowns, looking at Zoe. Why would Milan know? They’re just flatmates. Jens and Robbe are best friends and he found out now about what happened months ago. But if Zoe thinks Milan might know, Jens will be at his door later today to have a conversation.

“Yeah, hm, it was around the time I had to go to the police and I remember Milan kept bringing Robbe in the conversation. I didn’t know why, but they were full of secrets too.”

Jens feels like shit. He knows he wasn’t the best of friends for Robbe for a very long time, kept making disrespectful jokes, ignoring all the clear signs that something was wrong with Robbe. He promised him not to tell his boyfriend and they are basically one person these days so Jens doesn’t know when he’ll be able to talk to Robbe without having Sander around so he fishes for his phone inside his jacket as he hears Zoe explaining what’s going on for the girls.

To Robbe: You should go to the police.

About what we talked about yesterday.

I know it’s a scary situation and it’s been so long, but there’s no excuse, Robbe. Those fucking assholes need to be found and put in their places.

I can go with you if you want and if Sander still doesn’t wanna go.

Robbe reads his messages almost instantly. The bubbles come and go once.

to Jens: I don’t know. It’s in the past, Jens. I just needed to tell someone else about what happened.

He takes a deep breath, shaking his head. Zoe comes to his side, reading what he sends Robbe.

To Robbe: This kind of shit doesn’t have an expiration date.

We’ll go after school tomorrow, no excuses. At least to get some kind of advice on how to go about this.

It’s the best thing for Sander too.

Jens quickly puts his phone back inside his pocket when he hears Moyo’s loud voice behind him, his hand coming on his shoulder a second later. Aaron, Robbe, and Sander are with him. As they go around saying hi to the girls - Aaron stops right next to Amber and never says hi to Jens - Robbe is looking at him with puppy eyes, clearly trying to convince him not to go to the police, but their years of friendship made Jens at least learn how to not be affected by Robbe’s baby face.

It works with Sander. Jens can see how he pulls Robbe closer, kissing his temple, whispering if Robbe is ok. He nods his head, looking at his boyfriend and giving him a quick kiss.

“I’ll go with him if he doesn’t want you there,” Zoe whispers to Jens and he looks at her. It’ll break his heart if Robbe prefers to go with Zoe instead of Jens, but if that makes him go, Jens will suck it up.

“Does Senne know about this?” Jens knows she’s not with Senne now, but maybe he could help in a way the police won’t. Zoe shrugs, clearly uncomfortable and not knowing if her ex and his friends know about what happened to Robbe.

“You two are so cute! It makes it easier for me to accept that Robbe is not with me.” Luca says to break the tension. It seems to go unnoticed by the boys. Moyo never understands that life is not about bad jokes all the time, Aaron is still trying to convince Amber to be his girlfriend and Sander is back to distracting Robbe from the reality, dumbly smiling against his mouth, taking a second to understand Luca’s words, looking at her, smiling.

“What?” He asks and Robbe gives Luca a shy smile, pulling Sander closer by his jacket, hiding against his neck.

“Yeah, Luca had a huge crush on Robbe, but then you came up and her little heart was broken,” Zoe explains, looking from Jens to the other two, smiling when Sander raises his eyebrows and looks at Robbe.

“I didn’t know!” Robbe justifies and Sander kisses him again and everyone awwws like they always do. They’re a cute and very good looking couple, Jens will give them that. And he’s happy Sander makes Robbe happy and takes good care of him. But if he’s ever allowed to talk to Sander, Jens will have to ask why he didn’t go with Robbe to the police right away. It makes no sense and it kind of makes Jens like him a little less.

“I would never imagine Robbe would be the one of all of us to get himself a college guy,” Jana adds and Jens has to roll his eyes. Sander is not a “college guy” like the ones Jana is probably looking for. He probably has a bigger brain and a smaller body.

“I know! I never thought Robbe had it in him.” Amber says a little too loud and Robbe laughs. Jens is sure this is a real conversation that the girl already had and it just doesn’t make sense to him. They are really thinking college boys will be looking at them and thinking it’s a good idea?

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

BTS as FWB

Maknae Line

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, alcohol tw

Word Count: 2,585

Taehyung (V)

Look, in his mind you're his gf he doesn't understand fwb

He likes you so much and when you suggest an arrangement he's stoked but really he just thinks you're dating

You are definitely the one who's afraid of commitment this boy would marry you in a month if you were down

So many pet names: baby, honey, Jagiya, beautiful, darling you wonder if he knows your actual name

Confused puppy "I can't text you so much? But we have a thing."

"Not a serious thing."

Pouty boi

Sweet in bed, generous lover, will eat you out for HOURS if you'd let him (you find out real quick about his oral fixation)

You absolutely know he will freak if he knows you're seeing someone else

He takes it a lot better than you thought

He's just kinda quiet, nodding

"You can see other people too, you know."

"Sure, sure." He waves you off.

He's not usually the jealous type but since things are certain between you he is salty

Oh boy the first time you have sex after he finds out

IT'S ON

Rough, pulling your hair, dirty talk in his deep ass voice, marks all over your neck, chest, thighs

You: shook. Your panties: flooded

A little cocky afterward when your legs are still shaking he leaves, which is way unusual he usually stays to cuddle

He's only obviously mad about it if he finds out you're going on actual dates with some guy

Gets STUPID drunk with his friends

They definitely text you to warn you he's feeling some type of way

Crying on your voicemail at 2am

Ubers to your house

"Is he here?" Looking around your place suspiciously

So sloppy drunk omg

Like falling down drunk you gotta all but carry his heavy ass to the bed

You can't help but stroke his hair after he pukes in your wastebasket he's so pitiful

Babbles incoherently about how amazing you are

"You know I'm in love with you, right?"

Will literally break your heart by being the sweetest boy alive

When you wake up the next morning though he's goneBarely responds to your texts

Starts calling you y/n instead of pet names so you know he's pissed

Says petty shit like "Aren't you busy with your bf?" When you ask to hang out

Turns on a dime bc he feels pathetic for liking you so much when you obviously don't care. His pride is hurt

Definitely tries to make you jealous when you end up at a mutual party

All over this girl, making out with her in the kitchen

You act unaffected (you are not)

You end up drunk af and dirty dancing with Hobi when Tae snatches your arm and hauls you to an empty bedroom

Passionate kissing, he's trying to show you what you're missing

He's still mad but he's drunk enough to be honest

"Why him? Why won't you date me? You know how I feel about you."

You tell him you're scared, girls are all over him just look at that bitch from earlier

"I only did that because you broke my heart, Jagi."

When you finally tell him you love him too he is the happiest boy

Boxy smile for days

Will propose to you after three months max

Jimin

He doesn't know you that well when you suggest an arrangement but you're hot and nice and he's a busy man so he's all for it

He falls in love with you about 30 seconds after you start hanging out regularly

He's ALL talk, when you finally get him alone in your bed he's shy, blushing when you touch him

Takes him a while to get comfortable with you but oh man when he does

Also a switch look he's the switchiest switch to ever switch next to Hobi

You get whiplash bc one minute he's begging you in whiny moans to let him inside you and the next minute you're begging him to let you come

Such a tease, oh my God

Foreplay for HOURS

Will just ever so lightly run his fingers up and down your legs while you're doing Netflix and chill

Stops just when you get worked up giving you a sheepish grin

Mostly teases you until you jump his bones

But gets so whiny when you do it to him (he loves it)

You walk around in booty shorts and no bra but won't let him touch you and he's SALIVATING

He is always touching you, in private or public he lives for skinship

It makes him shiver when you reciprocate though, just a hand in the hair at the nape of his neck and he's hard

You love doing that to him when you're out to lunch or watching Game of Thrones with the boys and he gives you such an evil eye

Y'all fucking everywhere, all the time

Once he gets comfortable with you this boy will not stop

You have very little time for anything else when he's not physically there he's sending you sexts and pics of his abs

Brags about you to literally everyone, his friends, his mom, strangers on the street

He will literally put "it's complicated" on his FB relationship status

BTW you're all over his social media everybody knows what's up

tons of pictures together

His phone background is a selfie of him kissing you

Begs for nudes on the daily until you send him a bunch while he's at dance practice and he opens it when Tae is standing behind him, getting a free show

Jimin is big mad when Tae lets out a low wolf whistle

Will definitely not so playfully wrestle him to the ground if he keeps it up

Never asks you for nudes again but saves the ones you send to use when youre unavailable

Is the happiest boy ever when you call him a pet name like "Jiminie" or "baby"

Huge flirt when he's drunk but always makes his way back to you

God help you if you show even the slightest bit of attention to another guy (guy, girl, pet, houseplant) when he's around

The poutiest jealous baby in the world

He's had feelings since day one and everyone knows but he's too insecure to actually say it

When you blow him off to hang out with another guy he's a MESS, similar to Tae

He is literally crying in the club when the guys take him out to cheer him up

One drop of alcohol and he drunk dials and texts you but this time it's bad

His friends have to physically take his phone bc you're not answering and he's getting more and more drunk

When you finally call back after you get home a very exasperated Namjoon all but carries Jimin to your apartment. "You did this. He's your problem now."

Namjoon doesn't like you much already bc he knows how Jimin feels about you and he's d o n e

Jimin almost knocks you to the ground throwing his arms around you, smelling like a bottle of tequila, sloppy kisses

"Jimin what the fuck-"

"I missed you, baby. Where you been?"

"Jimin I told you I was hanging out with Chanyeol-"

Suddenly his drunk ass remembers why he's such a mess

He's not even mad at first this insecure baby just asks you ten million questions

He'll start casual but he's fucked up so it isn't long before the questions turn

"Did you have fun?"

"Sure, we-"

"Is he better looking than me? Did he fuck you better? Is he bigger than me? Why won't you answer me?"

You have to force him to the bedroom and then he refuses to get on the bed

"I'm not sleeping where you fucked someone else."

"Oh my GOD, Jimin, I didn't-"

"You didn't fuck him?"

"Not here, I didn't!" You're exasperated by this point he is being so difficult

But then you see his pouty bottom lip trembling

"Jimin, are you crying?"

Well if he wasn't before he is now (we all know this soft baby boy)

You end up holding him all night thinking that when he wakes up he'll calm down and be embarrassed you are no stranger to crying while you were fucked up

Jokes on you he's still crying when you wake up the next morning, clinging to you like a koala bear

"I know I'm not enough for you baby but I can't take it when you're out with other guys!"

You spend an hour praising him and telling him he's definitely enough and he preens like a goddamn cockatoo (this boy's praise kink is a mile wide we all know)

You tell him how good he is and he fucks you into next week before he's clinging to you all over again

"Tell me you won't do that again, baby. Tell me you're only mine."

You give in bc he's so fucking adorable and tell him you'll think about it

He's persistent af

Every morning you crack open one eye and read "how about now?" from his needy ass

You finally text back "FINE" after three days

He shows up at your door with flowers and a big grin

He's cute or whatever

Maybe you're in love

Jungkook

You really have to talk him into this arrangement

You had hooked up with him at a party after you'd been friends for a couple of weeks and you may or may not have been thirsty

But he's hesitant

"This shit never works out well. Someone always gets hurt."

You're all whiny like "I'm a big girl I won't catch feelings get over yourself."

He just tucks his tongue into his cheek bc he's not worried about YOU catching feelings

Low-key a soft boi

You basically just sext him and send him nudes to appeal to his hormones and it works

About a week after you talked about it he comes to your place after the club

At first you only fuck when he's been drinking it's a guarantee that you're getting the D when he's had a drop of alcohol

I've said this once and I'll say it again put it on my gravestone

Jeon Jungkook is NOT A DOM

He's not a sub either but he is not having a daddy kink you'll have to find that shit in porn ok

At first even when he's shitfaced he's hesitant with you, asking permission before he touches you

Good Lord this boy loves getting head

Seeing you on your knees is his ultimate weakness

And he will ALWAYS reciprocate

And fuck you right after bc he's up again in ten minutes

Look I know I said he's not a Dom but he loves the way you look with come on your face

You've never had a guy be so fucking sweet to you right after saying the dirtiest shit

He'll bring you a towel and wash your hair if he's missed the aim

He hasn't been with many girls and nobody long term

So after a few weeks he learns your body and he will fuck you everywhere

On the kitchen table

Bent over the couch

Once in the elevator of your apartment

He gets so hard when you tease him and won't let him touch you it's ridiculous

He ain't too proud to beg, that's for sure

Low-key loves to cuddle but won't initiate it

Is not shy about asking for sex will be like "Wanna fuck?" after you get done eating burritos or something

He doesn't stay the night until after one night when you both were really drunk after the club and he was too hungover to leave

You took care of him and bought him greasy food and watched him play Overwatch

He kept meaning to leave but you were so sweet and cute

Next thing he knows you're riding him on your bed and it's really during sex that he realizes he's fucked, in more ways than one

You flip your hair back and brace your hands on his chest and you just look so beautiful and he's like oh no

He leaves right after but you shrug it off since he's been so hungover

But then he's shady and rarely texts you for a couple weeks

You're starting to think he's found a girl he likes bc he's been out a lot according to his friends

He's partying his troubles away

He does NOT want to tell you he's caught feelings especially since you had to literally talk him into this

And the more he's around you the more he wants to cuff you so he avoids you and fucks around, trying not to compare every girl to you

You're the first girl he's been with more than a handful of times and he is Jungshook at the possibility that he's fallen in love

He's a dick to his friends, snapping at them about nothing bc he misses you

"God, just call her already." Jimin fumes after he bites his head off for leaving dishes in the sink.

Jungkook shakes his head.

"I saw her out with her friends the other night, you know."

Jungkook sets his jaw but otherwise doesn't react

"Ok, but she's too hot to wait forever."

Jungkook shrugs but he starts going to bars you might frequent, telling himself he wasn't looking for you

You do start going out with other guys, since the arrangement seems over and you were never exclusive anyway

You're making out with a guy after a wild night with your girlfriends and while he's kissing your neck you see Jungkook over his shoulder, staring at you, beer in hand

He. Looks. Livid.

You shrug it off as male ego and end up taking the guy home

When you look at your phone after an hour or so Jungkook is blowing you the fuck up

First it's casual "hey it's been a while wyd"

"who's the nerd?"

"u up?"

"let me come over"

You know he's still drinking when at 5am he texts you "wake up I miss you"

He shows up looking a whole mess just as the guy is leaving

He smells like a brewery and he's got lipstick stains on his collar

You smirk at him

"Missed me, huh?"

"Maybe."

He sees the guy leaving and suddenly he has absolute murder in his eyes, literally cracking his knuckles

The poor guy fucking books it without even getting your number

"So," he says, leaning against your doorjamb as if trying to look sexy (he does) but you figure he just really can't stand up straight (also true)

"So?"

"Did you fuck that loser?" He's got his tongue working his cheek again.

"Oh, so now you're talking to me again and that's the first thing you ask? You jealous, Kookie?"

He grabs you suddenly and pulls you into his arms and now he's not trying to be tough anymore

He kisses your shoulder

"Yeah, I'm jealous."

"Why?"

He pulls away and kisses you real sweet

"Maybe I like you."

"Yeah?" You need more than that.

"A little."

"Uh huh. Well he said he liked me a lot so maybe I'll call him-"

He grabs you around the waist and kisses you harder this time

"Don't you dare," he growls.

He puts his forehead to yours.

"Maybe I love you."

"Why didn't you just say that? Maybe I love you too, dork."

Sweetest bunny smile

Jungkook is the world's best boyfriend, don't @me

[flower-of-the-desert]

hey, i really liked your posts about ep12, it helped me a lot to put things into perspective. i was wondering if you could share your thoughts on the 2gether finale as well, coz right now i just wanna cry im so disappointed with it =(

Aww, thank you, anon. <3

Ok so my thoughts on the finale are kind of all over the place but I’ll try to explain as best as I can and hopefully it’s gonna make sense.

Like I said, in my original post I dont love the ep but I dont hate it either. I suppose I fall somewhere in the middle. I enjoyed a lot of it - seeing all the couples progress and be happy together, Man/Type especially were just so adorable, Mil and Phukong starting to build something with each other (lil bro using Sarawat’s pick up line was a really nice touch, love that), Mil being an all around awesome supportive friend to BOTH Tine and Wat?? We love to see it. The way he turned up at the football field where Wat was being his angsty self and literally kicked his butt into taking action - *chef’s kiss*

Him and Fong are now the parents of the baby gays I dont make the rules.

Wat’s confession on stage and his song that he literally named after Tine and when he said he never confessed to Pam because he didnt know what love was before he met Tine - perfection. Absolute perfection. I’m here for it.

And Tine’s heartbreak was so well done too, I just felt so much for him.

Again, as I said, the whole thing with Pam didnt turned out exactly as I had hoped but it wasnt the worst case scenario either so I’ll take it. I’d rather have Pam making a mistake and realising it and backing off while assuring Tine that Wat really does love HIM and even though she tried Pam didnt stand a chance because it’s always gonna be Tine for Sarawat and she understands that now over her being an actual bitch who keeps trying to seperate them and uses the situation to her advantage. I mean they could have gone that way too - Pam didnt have to give Tine that recording or to tell him how Wat changed after meeting him but she did, I think, as her own way of apologizing for what she’d done. So yeah, overall, I’m fine with this.

ALSO NOBODY DIED SO THAT’S A BIG PLUS.

(History 3 MODC can’t relate)

ANYWAY, so those are the positives for me. Which as it turns out is most of the episode yay! Now onto what wasnt quite so positive.

My main issue with this episode is the resolution to Wat and Tine’s conflict. Mainly, there really... wasnt one. And I’m not talking about the physical intimacy thing, I’ll touch on that later but more importantly for the ending - the emotional intimacy. None of the problems they had were properly addressed. Tine’s insecurities were rooted so deeply that despite Wat spending 12 EPISODES doing anything and everything to show his love and adoration, Tine still couldnt really believe it. And that’s not gonna be resolved with a simple recording.

And on the other hand, can you image how all of this would make Sarawat feel? Like no matter what he does, no matter how much of himself he gives to Tine, his boyfriend still would find it easier to believe that Wat is just using him as a replacement for someone else. That’s gonna fuck with his head even if Tine came back. I really really wished they had talked at least a little about these things.

Like maybe if we didnt have half of the episode filled with pointless flashbacks there could have been time to actually talk... (tbh, part of me kind of wonders if they purposefully put in so many flashbacks to fill in the air time so they wouldnt HAVE to write those scenes which leaves me ?????).

I think I mentioned this too in the other post, but the Wat/Tine reunion echoes beat for beat the Fighter/Tutor reunion with all its issues but while WhyRU has a reason for why things turned out like that, here I just... I dont know what could have been the reason for 2gether’s writers? Unless they also couldnt film everything they wanted...

And then there’s the... “high-five controversy”, let’s call it and again I find myself in the middle of the argument. I stand by what I’ve said before about how I feel about the way they handled physical intimacy between the characters - yes, objectively and critically speaking, I’m not here for writers/directors/channel/whoever trying to censor the physical intimacy of an established couple. There is nothing wrong with two partners wanting to kiss/cuddle/have sex/etc. Sex isnt something dirty (I mean it can be depending on what you’re writing BUT THAT’S A DIFFERENT GENRE OK, we are not talking about smutty fic here cough cough) and shameful that “pure” people shouldnt be enjoying (lovely post on the topic here I was just thinking about it last night). And it’s about time show creators got with the programme, ESPECIALLY when it comes to non-straight couples.

As of ep13 it’s clear to me that 2gether went through some serious censorship - lots of people have talked about how it’s a thing that they do on this particular channel and maybe that’s all it is, I dont know. I dont want to speculate what’s been going on behind the scenes since I dont have any idea and sadly I dont think the writers will ever be willing to talk about it. I’d LOVE to hear their throughts on this matter tbh and why they decided to do things this way.

So on an objective level, this is bullshit. Subjectively, and this is where my personal opinion comes in, I wasnt as bothered by this as I normally would be because I’ve been enjoying all the other aspects of the relationship that the show successfully built up and prtrayed on screen. Does that make sense?

Specifically about the finale, though, I agree with the complains. Part of why the reunion felt so underwhelming and disappointing, I think, was not only the lack of emotional intimacy but also the hella.... awkward? physical “intimacy” they showed? The scene absolutely did call for a kiss or a hug, at the very least. Instead they were standing 2 feet apart cause... they’re not gay? I really really do not understand what happened there in that scene. I’ve seen some people mention that the finale was filmed before the other episodes so the actors werent used to each other yet and honestly I can see it - watching Tine and Wat in that ending montage felt like I was watching them at the beginning of their fake dating when both were awkward and unsure of where they stood with each other rather than seeing an established in love couple coming back together after going through something tough.

So these are my thoughts on the finale. It wasnt the best one I’ve ever seen but not bad enough to ruin the rest of the show for me (and there’s NOTHING I hate more than bad endings ruining a story I’ve fallen in love with so there’s that) and I do really love this show and its characters so much. It’s hard, even impossivle to find a perfect show from start to finish and honestly I’ve come to believe that’s not as important as what you get out of it - if the show makes you happy, despite whatever writing issues it might have, that’s the most important thing, I think. And 2gether did that for me. So I’m glad I watched it.

Omg, this got so long. Again. If you’re still with me, anon, you’re a hero. I hope I was able to help you. <3

[brooktrout96]

Connor, The Human Sent By Cyberlife

Chapter 2 of ???

AO3 is Here

The duo arrived at the precinct ready to interrogate the android, as Y/N and I watched her father try to get the android to break but nothing was working on it

      "Your father has.” I paused as she smiled and said

      "Go on Detective Dechart. I know what’s on your mind. Papa was never one for interrogating whether they be human or android. I normally do it and I usually have another person help me because according to my father, I’m always a good cop never a bad cop.” She turned back to the mirror as her father gave up and walked out of the room and came into the room that we were in

      "We’re wastin’ our time interrogating a machine, we’re gettin nothing out of it!”

      "Could always try roughing it up a little.” The other man in the interrogation room said as Y/N shook her head. “After all it’s not human.” Then I chimed in interrupting Y/N before she could speak.

      "Androids don’t feel pain. You would only damage it and that wouldn’t make it talk. Deviants also have a tendency to self-destruct when they’re in stressful situations.”

      "Okay, smartass, what should we do then?” Y/N shook her head as she pushed away from the wall that she was leaning on

      "Calm down, Reed. I want to have a go at him if you allow me but as you know I tend to work better with an second person, and I want Detective Dechart by my side.” Reed was flabbergasted

      "You want this rookie to work an interrogation with you Y/N, are you serious?”

      "I am.” She said confidently as Reed shook his head

      "I should be the one not this rookie working with you, Y/N.” Reed said as Hank nodded as Y/N drag me into the interrogation room ignore Gavin. Now I was in my element, well one of them. I saw the file that Hank was using sitting on the desk as Y/N gave the android a gentle smile as I looked over the information as I took the android in

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Dried Blood

DNA Analysis: Ortiz Carlos

Sample date: >19 days

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Model HK400 –

Housekeeper

Manufactured date: 05/29/2030

Property of: Carlos Ortiz

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Burn Marks

Repeated marking over 16 months

Caused by cigarettes

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      "What are they doing?” asked Gavin as he watch Connor and Y/N study the android. Then Hank turned to Gavin

      "I assume you’ve never watched one of Y/N’s interrogation, eh Reed. The first thing she does is to get a feel for her suspects. What might’ve cause them to commit the crime or if they were able to or not. I assume Dechart is the same way, this is why Tina calls her Sherlock Holmes.” Hank turned back to the two as Y/N let out a sigh as Y/N turned to Connor

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Hit Marks

Non-critical damage Level 2

Caused by baseball bat

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Processing LED

Signs of software Instability

Probability of self-destruction: Low

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      "Are you ready for this, Detective?” She asked as she stood behind me.

      "My name is Detective Connor Dechart and this” I gestured to the woman behind me. “Is Lieutenant Y/N Anderson. What about you, what’s your name?” No reply

      "Your damaged.” Y/N jumped in. “Did your owner do that?” She isn’t helping as the android stress kept going down. “Did he beat you?”

      "You’ve refused to talk since they arrested you.” I took over in a moment of lull from Y/N talking. “If you don’t cooperate, they’ll do things the hard way. Is that what you want?” I looked over to Y/N as she step forward and bent down to the android’s level

      "If you won’t talk. I’m going to have to get one of the android officer in here to probe your memories, and I bet you don’t want that. Do you?” Y/N said slowly as the android finally reacted to the duo.

      "NO! No, please don’t do that!” He looked over to the two-way mirror. “What” He looked back at the two of us. “What are they gonna do to me?” He then looked away from us and then back at us. “They’re gonna destroy me, aren’t they?”

      "They’re going to disassemble you to look for problems in you biocomponents.” Y/N slapped me on the back of the head, and she said to me with a sigh

      "You’re scaring him.” She then turned to android and said to him. “What Detective Dechart said is true but they have no choice if they want to understand what happened and why you deviated.” The android looked down at his hand and then looked up at me

      "Why did you tell them you found me? Why couldn’t you just have left me there?” The android looked me in the eye

      "I was assigned to hunt deviants like you. I am just doing my job.”

      "I don’t wanna die.”

      "Then talk to us, please.” Y/N voice was soft as she spoke

      "I….” It looked the two of us in the eye. “I can’t.”

      "I understand how you felt.” Y/N said as she got on her knees to talk to the android. “As a human we feel these emotion from the start and we learn to control them when they get to much. To have the first emotion you feel be, one of anger. You were overcome by it and frustrated. No one can blame you for what happened.” Y/N let out a sigh as a bit of her anger slipped through as the android stayed quiet as she thumped her hands down on the table in frustration.

      “Ok fine then, don’t talk. Why do we care, after all? I mean neither Connor or I are the one accused of murder, right?” Connor shook his head as he continued for her

      "If you remain silent, there is nothing that Lieutenant Anderson or I can do to help you! They’re gonna shut you down for good and I know the feeling that you must have, you’ll be dead! Do you hear me? Dead!” The android looked up at us

      "He tortured me every day. I did whatever he told me, but there was always something wrong. Then one day, he took a bat and started hitting me. For the first time, I felt scared. Scared he might destroy me, scared I might die.”

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Hank

Warm

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Y/N

Warm

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      "So, I grabbed the knife and I stabbed him in the stomach. I felt better, so stabbed him again and again until he collapsed. There was blood everywhere.”

      "The sculpture in the bathroom, you made it, right?” Y/N had a confused look on her face. “What does it represent?”

      "It’s an offering.” He paused. “An offering so I’ll be saved.”

      "The sculpture was an offering. An offering to whom?”

      "To rA9. Only rA9 can save us.”

      “rA9, it was written on the bathroom wall. What does it mean?”

      "The day shall come when we will no longer be slaves. No more threats, no more humiliation. We will be the masters.”

      "Why did you write “I AM ALIVE” on the wall?”

      "He used to tell me I was nothing. That I was just a piece of plastic. I had to write it, to tell him that he was wrong

      “rA9, who is rA9?” Nothing was said by the android. “Why did you hide in the attic instead of running away?”

      "I didn’t know what to do. For the first time, there was no one there to tell me. I was scared, so I hid.”

      "When did you start feeling emotions?”

      "Before, he used to beat me, and I never said anything but one day I realized it wasn’t fair!” The android spat out the last word of his sentence. “I felt anger, hatred, and then I knew what I had to do.” Y/N turned to the two-way mirror and said

      "We’re done.” I got up from the chair as Y/N used the table to help her up off the floor as we turned to leave the interrogation room as Gavin and Chris went to take the android to a holding cell

      "Chris locked it up.” Gavin said as Chris unlocked the handcuff as Hank joined them as well

      "All right let’s go.” The android flinched away from him

      "Leave me alone. Don’t touch me!”

      "What the fuck are you doing?” Gavin asked as Chris struggle to get the android to move.

      "You shouldn’t touch it.” I chimed in as Gavin turned to face me. “It’ll self-destruct if it feels threatened.”

      "Stay outta this, got it? No phuckin’ rookie is gonna tell me what to do.”

      "You don’t understand. If it self-destructs, we won’t get anything out of it!”

      "I told you to shut your phuckin mouth, rookie!” he turned away from me. “Chris, gonna move this asshole or what?”

      "I’m trying”

      "I can’t let you do that! Leave it alone, now!” I shoved the officer away from it.

      "I warned you motherfucker!” Gavin said as he pointed a gun at me

      "That enough!” Hank yelled at Gavin mostly

      "Mind your own business, Hank”

      "Enough you two.” Y/N yelled as she shoved Gavin away and took his gun from him.

      "Phuck, you two aren’t gonna get away with it this time.

      "Shut the fuck up Reed and leave.” Y/N said calmly with a calm but furious look on her face as Gavin left the interrogation room and Hank followed behind him as Y/N slowly got down to the ground as I followed suit

      "Everything is alright.” Y/N said as she lent the android her hand to help him up. “It’s over now. Nobody is gonna hurt you.” I got up and turned to Chris as Y/N followed suit and I said to Chris

      "Please, don’t touch it. Let it follow you out of the room and it won’t cause any trouble.” It took Y/N’s outstretch hand and allowed her to help itself up and it was about to followed Chris out of the room as it spoke to us

      "The truth is inside.” It then lunged for Y/N and grabbed her gun from her holster and then there was a loud bang as Y/N who was the closet to the Deviant was covered in blue blood and she was in shock and she was shaking badly. I went over to her as Hank ran back into the room

      "Y/N are you alright?”

      "I’m fine, Connor. I’m fine.” She mumbled as we escorted her out of the room, and she looked back and mumbled something  

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Software Instability: ⏫

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[timehealsfanfictionbka]

Time Heals.....Chapter Fifty

“You’re awfully quiet.”

Robyn turned at the sound of Chris’s voice and smiled, “hey you.”

“Hey. You ok?”

“I’m good. Just thinking.”

“Anything I should be privy to?”

“Once I figure it out, I’ll let you know.”

Chris moved to wrap his arms around her waist as far as they could go. Her widening belly made getting close harder than normal but he was fine with the reason why.

“How’s my babies?”

“They’re doing good. My God, having twins.”

“They may be some deep in our ancestry, probably. Things are known to skip generations.”

“True.”

“How long are you home? Don’t they need you back at work?”

“Took an extended lunch. I wanted to be with my family.”

“It’s just me home.”

“And what I said still stands.”

She leaned forward and kissed his lips, “you always know how to make a girl feel better.”

“I’ve had years of practice with you.”

“That is true. You talk to Mama?”

“Which one? Both of them are taking me to the edge about marriage.

“Did you explain that it’s me and not you holding it up?

“Of course I did. They don’t believe me.”

“Your reputation does precede you, Playboy”

“I am not a playboy.”

“Former ho then.”

“Ouch. Right in the heart.”

Robyn giggled and rubbed her hand across his chest, “you’re silly.”

“I’m so happy that I get to be close for this. Imagine if I was still in Paris and just visited instead of moved back.”

“There’s a lot of things that could’ve gone wrong, Christopher but they didn’t. No need to dwell on it.”

“OK, ok. You feeling ok?”

“I’m good. Will need to lay down in a few, these babies are on my back heavy.”

“You need me to get you anything?”

“No Babe, I got it.”

Chris smiled as he moved to take her hand and walk her back to the bed, “go ahead and lay down. I’ll get you something to eat, just in case.”

“Baby.”

“Robyn, don’t argue with me, please.”

Robyn just shook her head and climbed into her bed. Chris pulled the covers over her large belly and leaned down to kiss her forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Chris left the room. Robyn leaned over to open the top drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a velvet black box. She opened it and took the diamond encrusted band to twist between her fingertips. Months since she got this ring and still haven’t found the courage to put it on. As much as a marriage between them made sense, it made no sense to her and that was her dilemma.

“Ok, Ms. Fenty. Mr. Brown. Here are your babies.”

Chris stared at the ultrasound in awe, watching the small figures move about the screen. He looked over at Robyn and brushed his hand along her cheek before pressing his cheek against hers, “it’s two girls, Robs.”

“I see.”

“Two little yous.”

Robyn laughed, “I kind of hope not, you got enough trouble trying to handle me.”

“And here I thought I was doing a pretty good job.”

Robyn turned to kiss his lips, “you’re doing an excellent job.”

“Doc, can we get a copy of this?”

Dr. Wilson smiled and nodded her head, “absolutely. I’ll schedule your next appointment while I’m at it. You’re getting pretty close, Ms. Fenty.”

“Good because I am ready.”

Dr. Wilson chuckled as she left the examination room. Chris glanced at Robyn’s belly then turned back to her, “just a few more weeks.”

“What if they come on my birthday?’

“That’d be awesome, Baby Girl. Also makes their birthdays easier to remember.”

“Like you’d even forget.”

Chris laughed, “you ready to get going?”

“Yea.”

Chris grabbed a napkin and wiped off her belly before helping her to sit up and pull down her shirt. A few moments later, the doctor came back with their appointment papers and ultrasound dvd so they could leave.

Robyn sat down on the bench and dug a spoon into her ice cream to take a bite, “Chris, can I ask you something?”

“Sure you can, Babe. What’s up?”

“What would you say if I proposed to you?”

Chris furrowed his brow as he turned to face Robyn, “if you what?”

“What would you say if I proposed to you?”

“Is this a hypothetical?”

“Depends on why you’re asking.”

Robyn took another spoonful of ice cream as she felt a box be sat in her lap, “what’s that?”

“Open it.”

She sat her bowl down next to her and grabbed the box to see a large emerald cut diamond solitaire ring, “you’re kidding me. You just carry this around.”

“Never knew when the right time was going to occur.”

“Well in that case,” Robyn dug into her purse and handed Chris a black box. He flipped it open to see the diamond encrusted platinum wedding band, “great minds think alike, huh?”

“Never knew when the right time was going to occur.”

“So are you asking me or am I asking you?”

“How about we both say yes and just skip the formalities?:

Chris laughed and leaned forward to kiss her, “you and this disregard for tradition.”

“There’s no need for it. Besides you know how I am being overly ceremonious.”

“I do. Can I at least slide the ring on your finger?”

“Yes but not now.”

“Why?”

“Chris, I wanna get married before the babies are born.”

“Are you only wanting to get married because of the babies?”

“If that was the case, I wouldn’t have waited until two months before my due date. Trust me, nobody plans on walking down the aisle looking like a swollen beach whale.”

Chris shook his head, “you do not look like a beach whale. You look like an amazing woman, carrying two beautiful baby girls.”

“You’re my baby daddy, you’re supposed to say that.”

“I’m your fiance and I don’t say anything that I don’t mean.”

“So are you with it or do you wanna wait until after I have them?”

“If you wanna get married before, I am all for it but we don’t have much time.”

“That’s fine. It’s gonna be something small and intimate. Just family.”

“So you have plans already?”

“I have ideas but I want this to be something we do together.”

“That works for me. Date?”

“2nd Saturday of next month.”

“Venue?”

“You know how much I love that garden Mama Joyce has in her backyard.”

“Then we'll have to give her the good news.”

“If she hasn’t telepathically figured it out.”

They both laughed as they each held their ring boxes in their hands. Robyn swiped her fingertip across the diamond as Chris gingerly twisted the ring in it’s slot, “you’re ready for this?”

“I’ve been ready since I met you in the 4th grade.”

Robyn leaned onto his shoulder and smiled.

“Babe, I really like these white roses,” Robyn murmured as they walked around the nursery. 

“Me too but I was thinking about getting a few hybrids for you,” Chris replied as he took her hand and entwined their fingers together.”

“You think my bouquet should have hybrids?”

“Yea, it should be a unique mix like you.”

“I’m already marrying you not need to kiss my ass.”

“What I did last night is considered kissing your ass, this is me giving a sincere compliment.”

Robyn laughed, “just a few days left before our ceremony.”

“I didn’t think it’d come together so fast.”

“We got two very determined families who have been waiting since we were children for us to get married. I’m shocked our mothers didn’t already have plans drawn up.”

Chris laughed, “that’s true. How’s the babies?”

“They are good. A little more pressure as they’re growing but other than that, good.”

“You think of names?”

“I think we’ll go with the names you came up with. They’re pretty enough.”

“Cool.”

“Chris, you’ve been pretty quiet this whole time. You ok?”

“Yea.”

“Babe, don’t do that. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I just don’t want you to feel like we have to get married. Just a few weeks ago, you were really adamant against it and now-”

“Chris, I bought your ring months ago, I was just too scared to ask you.”

“What?”

“I saw it and thought it’d be perfect for you but I was so scared about whether I could do this right. The years we’ve known each other have been amazing but that doesn’t mean I’d be a good wife, you know?”

“If there was anything you never had to worry about, being a good wife to me is one of them. Ring or no ring, you’ve always been it for me.”

“Thanks Baby.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier, I just didn’t want to ruin the mood.”

“It’s fine. You know how fussy you get about me being withdrawn and it bothers me when you get withdrawn too.”

“Understood. Sorry.”

“Not a problem. Which hybrids do you think should be in my bouquet?”

“I think those fire roses would be a nice pop with the white roses, maybe a few pinks and reds, give it an ombre effect.”

“Ombre? How much have you been reading up about this?”

“Well when you have me up at 3 am with baby kicks and belly rubbing, I get pretty bored.”

Robyn laughed, “Sorry Baby, your daughters just be killing me.”

“It’s cool. You ready to go pick a cake?”

“Yes, the best part of this whole thing. Food.”

Chris laughed as he shook his head, “you and these sugar cravings.”

Robyn winced as she sat down on the bed. Monica and Joyce glanced over at each other before going to each sit on a side of her.

“Anna, are you ok?” Monica asked gently.

“I’m fine. Just some baby pain.”

“Sweetie, you sure this is the right time to be trying to do this?”

“Yea, I want to do this before they are born and I really don’t think we’ll have time after they get here. I don’t want to postpone this any longer than I need to.”

“I’m sure Chris would understand.”

“I know but that doesn’t change anything. I’m ready and I want to do this right.”

Joyce rubbed her hand along Robyn’s back, “your breathing sounds a little shallow, are they pushing against your chest?”

“A little bit but they’ll move in a second. They always do.”

Chris started pacing around his old bedroom  and wringing his hands together. His best friend grabbed his shoulder, “why you so nervous?”

“Because she’s pregnant and I’m really thinking she might go into labor after this stress of wedding planning.”

“You’re prepared, right?”

“Yea. Of course.”

“So relax. The hospital is close by. We got a car parked near the backyard entrance, just in case. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Man, I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

“Tell me about it. I’ve never seen you this ready before in my life.”

Chris laughed as he stopped pacing. His friend brushed down his lapel and fixed his tie, “I never expected this but then again it is Robyn.”

“It is.”

“Things will be perfect. Don’t worry.”

Robyn stood at the altar, holding Chris’s hands in hers when a sharp pain shoot through her stomach. She gritted her teeth to prevent ehrself from squeezing Chris’s hands. Her mind completely spaced away from the moment.

“Oh no,” she whispered.

Chris frowned, “No? Robyn?’

She shook her head, “what? No, I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Robyn, the pastor is asking for an answer.”

“What? I- Nooooo.”

She doubled over and the wedding guests started to murmur in confusion. 

“Robyn, what is wrong?”

“The babies are coming!”

“Holy shit!”

Chris gestured to their parents as he moved to wrap an arm around Robyn’s waist, “Baby, can you walk?”

“Not very- Owww!”

“Fuck it.”

Chris picked her up and started running down the aisle to the car they had positioned at the backyard entrance. Carefully placing her in the passenger seat. Chris rushed around to the driver’s side just as their wedding party started crowding at the gate.

“Mama, meet us at the hospital!” He exclaimed out the window as he pulled off from the curb.

6 hours and an epidural later, Chris stood next to the bed as Robyn cradled their babies in her arms.

“They’re beautiful, Bajan Girl.”

“They are, aren’t they? Erin and Erica Brown.”

                                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Robyn. Robyn.” Chris shook her body until she sat up, slightly heaving, “Baby, are you ok?”

Robyn turned to him like she was seeing him for the first time, “Chris?”

“Yes? You ok?”

“I’m fine. I just had a weird dream.”

“Obviously. You’re sweating, Baby,” Chris said with a chuckle as he ran his hand over her forehead and held it out to show her the perspiration.

“Was it a nightmare?”

“No, it was just- crazy. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“It’s fine.”

“When’d you get here?”

“I’ve been here for the last three days since we got back from Florida. You sure you ok?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

Chris wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently, “you wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m crazy.”

“I already think you’re crazy so that’d be a little too late.”

Robyn punched his side and Chris laughed before kissing her temple, “Come on Robs, talk to me.”

“It was about my pregnancy with the twins.”

“Oh.”

“But it was with you.”

“What?”

“It was like the last few months of my pregnancy but it was you instead of Michael. Like you had never stayed away.”

“Oh wow. Wait, we got married?”

“Almost but then the twins were born during the ceremony just like in real life. But what was odd was we proposed to each other.”

“Really?”

“Yea, it was just so weird but it felt real. I think I’m losing my mind a bit.”

“Well….”

“Christopher.”

“What? I didn’t even say anything.”

“I can see the thoughts going through your head.”

“So you proposed to Michael?”

“What? God no, he got down on one knee and did the whole traditional thing.”

“But we didn’t?”

“No. Like it was so regular, we were literally eating ice cream on a bench after a doctor’s appointment when it happened.”

“Sounds like us.”

“Chris, stop it.”

“What do you want me to say? It was just a dream anyway. It’s not like you’re pregnant now or planning on proposing to me. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Robyn sighed, “I guess you’re right.”

“It’s not a bad idea though.”

“What?”

“Us proposing to each other. Takes a lot of the pressure off.”

“There is no pressure  because we’re not there yet.”

“You’re not there yet, let’s be correct.”

Robyn rolled her eyes, “Whatever.”

Chris laughed, “wait, us getting married freaked you out so bad you started sweating? You sure you don’t wanna meet my therapist?”

“Yes, I’m sure and it wasn’t the marriage thing. It just felt too real, that’s all.”

“I mean it could-” Robyn cut her eye at Chris and he closed his mouth.

“I really don’t need you laughing at me about this. I already feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“Baby, seriously it’s not a big deal. It’s just a dream and this is real life. You think you can go back to sleep?”

“I can try.”

“Come on.”

Chris laid back against the pillows and held Robyn tighter against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist and he kissed her forehead.

[slytherinbangchan]

Badboy!Jeongin (I.N) (Gang!Au)

Blog’s Masterlist   >>Gang!Au! Masterlist<< (Every member’s storyline is linked somehow to the others so go check

I’d recommend to read every member by the posting order not to lose any detail of the storyline~

Pairing: ReaderxJeongin

Warnings: I wrote about depressive episodes and anxiety so if you find that triggering don’t read it please.

(Fluff ending tho)

-You work at an ice cream shop.

-It should be fine since you just finished high school and still live with your parents.

-You don't know what to do next year.

-You don't wanna know either.

-It's hard enough for you just getting out of bed every morning.

-Luckily most of the time you have the evening shift.

-It's not like that makes you feel better.

-But at least you don't have to fight yourself to get out of bed in time.

-It's not like you don't get enough sleep either.

-More like your brain won't allow you to be awake.

-Cause the moment you're awake it feels like shit.

-So even if you want to open your eyes you're just unable to do it.

-Most people around you don't understand this.

-They would just say things like 'just go to bed earlier and then you won't be so tired in the morning'.

-If only that was the problem.

-It doesn't matter tho.

-You're used to them saying stuff like that anyway.

-At least at work you can feel somewhat useful.

-The ice cream shop is next to a couple high schools.

-You went to the private one.

-Worst years of your life.

-You missed a lot of classes last year cause you were terrified of going out your house.

-The feeling would make you physically ill.

-Your mom thought you were just lazy and that made it even worse.

-But in the end you managed to get out of that hell called high school.

-Now you can see the highschoolers coming out all at once almost every day.

-Some of them stop for ice cream or some muffin before heading home.

-And they look happy?

-Amazing.

-You know some of them.

-Others are new years so you don't.

-But there's this guy.

-Jeongin.

-He was famous at your school along with some others.

-Well, he still is.

-Not a very nice guy.

-A couple years younger than you he must be.

-He looks so cute but he's not.

-He liked to throw little stones at you and laugh at it with his friends at breaks.

-It was humiliating to have someone younger kinda bullying you.

-But you were so apathetic about life in general.

-You wouldn’t even bother to say anything about it.

-At least that's the only bad thing he'd do to you.

-And now he's there asking to taste some of the ice cream before deciding on one.

-You hand him a tiny spoon a couple times with different flavours.

-His face so serious when there's nobody else around.

-'Ok, I'll get this one' he points at it.

-You nod and prepare it for him.

-'Thanks' he says as you hand him the ice cream.

-'Ah... Yeah. Come back soon'.

-'I will'.

-You can see a tiny smirk as he turns to walk away.

-The rest of your day just goes by.

-Next time you see him he comes in with his friends.

-He's all smiles and laughs now.

-They whisper something before Jeongin comes to the counter.

-He order his ice cream but stays right there after you hand it to him.

-'Did you want anything else?' You ask. You sound way unfriendlier than you may have intended.

-But those kids laughing next to the door make you feel so uncomfortable.

-He hesitates for a moment but then tries to look at you in the eyes. 'Actually, yeah....Would you date me?‘ He asks.

-Leaving you in shock for a second. 'Why don't you fuck off' you say turning your back at him.

-The other guys come to the counter still laughing. 'Omg Jeongin. y/n rejected you that's sad.' They say.

-That kinda hurts.

-But it feels more like using the ice cream scoop to pull out those kids eyes or something.

-Anyway.

-Jeongin laughs at it and tells them it was a joke.

-Well, he tells the entire shop.

-Just what you thought. A fucking joke.

-You roll your eyes and keep working.

-You have double shift today so when you leave the shop is already kinda dark.

-And you hate it.

-Walking alone at night.

-You're also so tired.

-So obviously you don't apreciate Jeongin's stupid friends hanging out at some park on your way home.

-They were waiting for you.

-Jeongin is not there tho.

-They mock you and throw stuff at you as you walk by.

-This scenario will happen every single day from now on.

-You try to ignore them but each day they become more agressive.

-Now going to work doesn't feel good either.

-The only thing that would make you feel slightly useful now terrifies you.

-So today you're not going home.

-Honestly is like your legs have their own will.

-They take you to the river.

-And before you realize you've taken off your shoes and you are getting into the water.

-It's already dark.

-But being there is less scary than walking by those kids in the park.

-You scoff and look at the sky. 'How pathetic am I?' You ask yourself.

-'Well' A voice behind you makes you jump out a little. 'If you ask me. You seem totally pathetic to me right now'

-You turn around and kinda feel relieved. 'Minho'.

-You dated for like a second when you were in high school.

-He smiles at you. 'What are you doing there? You know how dirty rivers are?'

-You sigh and go sit next to him.

-Then you tell him everything about what's happening everyday after work.

-He laughs. 'They're not that young why do they act like kids?'

-'Demon kids'.

-'And what's with Jeongin? He didn't mention any of this to the gang'.

-'What do you mean?'

-He lies down on the grass. Resting his head on his arms. 'It's weird he chose those kids to torture you instead of one of us'.

-'Oh well, that would be... Lovely of you guys'.

-He laughs. 'We wouldn't do it. But still...'

-'I think that's your answer right there'.

-'Nah. I'm thinking maybe he likes you for real. And he freaked out when asking you out went that bad'.

-You laugh. 'Ok, first of all. You're delusional and...'

-'I'm not'. He doesn't let you finish. 'I'm actually sure that's what happened. Why didn't you say yes tho? He's cute'.

-'Yeah, he's super cute. But I'm sure he just wanted to make fun of me'.

-He laughs. 'Why?'

-'Cause nobody in their right mind would want to date me'.

-'I dated you'. He says.

-'Yeah, exactly'.

-He laughs kinda offended. 'Okay then, I won't help you'.

-'Fine. It's not like being alone is anything new'. You say, standing up to leave.

-He smiles softly. 'What a stupid emo girl'. He says, standing up too. 'Let me walk you home at least'.

-The kids are still in that park when you walk pass it.

-At first they start mocking you again but they stop as soon as they realize is Minho walking with you.

-He rests his arm over your shoulder and look at the kids. 'Go home you idiots. It's past your bed time'.

-You laugh at what he just said.

-It's being a while since last time you did.

-'I don't know why he hangs out with younger kids, they're so stupid'. He says.

-'Maybe they idolize him and he just let them be'. You say.

-'Yeah I guess. You sure you don't like him by the way?'

-'Honestly I haven't think about it even, since I'm sure he was just trying to prank me'.

-'You know? He's not that kind of guy'.

-'What do you mean?'

-He sighs as you reach your house. 'Nothing. Just think about it. But if you like him talk to him, okay?'

-'Okay... I guess'.

-He waves you goodbye as he walks away.

-You lie on your bed after a shower.

-Normally you'd just binge watch some series or movie you've already binge watched thousands of times.

-But tonight your head is elsewhere.

-You try and think back to analyze Minho's words and match them with Jeongin's actual actions.

-Ok, he was kinda awkward but he failed to prank you so that's normal right?

-But, why did he told his friends it was a joke after asking you?

-Why only after they said that you rejecting him was sad.

-Your heart skips a beat.

-No way.

-You kick the only plushie there's on your bed. 'Stupid Minho'.

-He really got inside your head. 'You sure you don't like him?' His words is all you think about now.

-You grab a book and try to get your mind away from that stuff.

-It works for like a minute.

-Then Jeongin's smiling face is there again.

-Also his serious one as he was tasting the ice cream the other day.

-And the awkward one after you rejected him so mercilessly.

-Well who cares? He sent those idiots to bother you anyway.

-You end up getting hardly any sleep.

-You can see the sun slightly rising through your window.

-It's been a good while since the last time you were up this early.

-So you go out.

-Again to the river and sit on the grass.

-So sleepy you don't even know how you got there.

-But there you are.

-You think the scenery is kinda nice so you take a pic and post it.

-After a while your phone buzzes.

-It's Minho texting you. 'Hope you thought about it'.

-You blush just reading that but don't text back.

-The morning dew drenching into your clothes.

-But you don't wanna leave. Not yet.

-You hear some steps behind your back and turn your face to check.

-Your eyes meeting right away with Jeongin's who was checking his phone just a second earlier.

-Both of you frozen not knowing what to do.

-His phone buzzes so his eyes go down to it's screen.

-You turn to face the river but you can hear him siting down so you face him again.

-'What are you doing? You ask. Again, so harshly.

-'Sorry I have to be here'. He says. His face once more so serious.

-Nothing like when he's around his friends.

-You can hear how he's angry-texting someone on his phone then you remember Minho's words.

-'Are you... Meeting someone here?' You ask him.

-'Yeah, Minho woke me up and told me to wait for him'.

-You can't help but laugh a little at Minho's evil mind.  'Yeah, I think you can go. He's not coming'.

-He frowns but doesn't say anything at first.

-You stretch a little as he seems to think about something.

-'So, are you dating Minho?' He asks but he's not looking at you.

-'Where did you get that from?'

-'Someone told me'

-'Ah, right. Those kids you sent to torture me'.

-'I didn't send them. I didn't even know they were following you till last night'.

-'Sure'.

-'Why would I lie to you? I'm not afraid of you like that'.

-'Like what?'

-'The way those guys were afraid of Minho last night. That's why they told me about what they did'.

-'Well that's not the only reason why people lie. Sometimes you lie because you care about someone'. You blush. 'But of course that couldn't be the case'.

-He blushes too but you can't see that, same way he can't see you.

-Another awkward silence.

-'It.... Could be. But still I'm not lying to you'.

-You blush even harder.

-'Can you stop with that? It's not funny'.

-'With what?'

-'You trying to mess up with me and making me think you like me'.

-'But I like you'.

-'No you don't. Omg, shut up'. You're too flustered.

-He laughs.

-'Don't laugh at me!' You turn to try and hit him on his leg.

-But he keeps laughing as he moves a little to dodge.

-You end up grabbing one of his feet and dragging him down besides you.

-'Omg. How are you so strong???' he asks.

-'I lift'

-'No way. Are you serious? That's amazing'. He laughs again.

-You sigh as you let him go and he sits up. 'Why would you say that?' You ask.

-'What?'

-'That you like me and that I'm amazing'.

-He sighs. 'Ok, listen. I get why you may think I'm lying to you about that. But I'm not'. You whine as you still don't believe him. 'I panicked the other day at the ice cream shop'.

-You tilt your head as Minho's words come to life. 'Jeongin you used to throw stones at me at school'.

-'Well yeah I was a dick. I'm sorry. I found it annoying you would go around with a sad face on all the time'.

-'I wasn't sad I was mad'.

-'You looked hella sad'

-'I don't know what to tell you. I must have resting sad bitch face'. You say.

-He laughs. 'Well I get that. I do look angry when I'm not smiling'.

-You laugh too. 'Nah. Not angry just serious'.

-'You noticed?'

-'Yeah. Is that why you always smile around your friends?'.

-He nods.

-'Must be tiring'.

-'I got used to it'.

-You nod. 'I see'.

-Another silence. This time not as awkward.

-'So you're not dating Minho'.

-A smile scaping you. 'Nah'.

-'Then date me'.

-You smile again.

-This guy.

-You don't entirely understand why he would like you.

-Maybe he's crazy like Minho.

-'You're nuts'. You say. 'What about your friends? What are they gonna think if they see you with me?'

-'I don't care'.

-'You seemed to care the other day'.

-'Omg. Only cause you were so rude at me!'.

-You can't help but laugh.

-'What?' He asks.

-You keep laughing. 'Nothing. I was rude wasn't I?'

-He chuckles. 'Yeah'.

-A cold morning breeze makes you shiver for a moment.

-He moves closer making you blush.

-His arm over your shoulders.

-Your heart beating faster.

-So fast you can't hear what your head have to say about anything anymore.

-You lean over him a little still blushing.

-'You know... Actually this kinda feels like a date right now'. You say.

-Can’t honestly believe you just said that without exploding.

-His heart beating faster too.

-He's kinda shaking.

-Not sure if it's because of the cold or what.

-But you end up all tangled with that excuse.

-Your hands inside his hoodie’s pockets as you face him.

-His legs over yours.

-Just talking nonsense.

-And laughing.

-'I think my nose froze. Wanna check?' You ask, rubbing your nose against his neck.

-'Omg, no' He laughs. 'I believe you, stop!'

-You look at him.

-His forehead resting on yours. 'Wanna check how cold is mine now?' He asks.

-You shake your head as you grin at him.

-He smiles and suddenly licks your lips.

-'Omg' You laugh. 'Gross!' You say, he just laughs so you do the same to him.

-Next thing you know he's kissing you.

-And boy, you were so used to being numb you didn't know you could still feel butterflies as strong as those.

-Your phone buzzes and you eventually stop kissing to check it.

-A smile on your face as you read the text. 'I knew you liked him'.

-Fucking Minho.

-You look around for a moment to see if you find him.

-But you don't see him anywhere.

-'What's wrong?' Jeongin asks.

-You smile again before looking at him. 'Nothing'.

-He shrugs. 'Ok then'. He says before kissing you again.

Part2

[celestica-1988]

Shooting Stars

Desclaimer: MGK!TommyLee x Female Reader

Sometimes luck had the shape of a tall man with fluffy black hair and a lot of make-up.

You just moved in LA, but you were considering came back to your old dear town in Maine because you can’t stand the heat, the fire on the hills and all the weird people you met.

You worked in a bar at your hometown, you worked in a bar now. The difference was that there you know all the people: fishers, old people, the mayor, the doctor, the chief.

You know what they wanted and it was safe healthy food, here you kept pouring alcohol to already drunk people.

What was the goal of a life like this?

Saying to the school mates you kept in contact with that you live in the city of angels?

Fuck that bullshit.

“Hey, Angie.

I’m gonna smoke a cig, are you gonna cover me?”

“Yea, but be careful, small town girl.” You nodded and left, you wanted to smash Angie’s head on the counter since the first time you met her, she was a pure Los Angeles girl and she didn’t miss any chance to remind it to you.

You went out on the back door and lighted up your cigarette.

“Hey, can you give me your lighter?”

You looked at the boy and handed him the piece at a loss of words: he was the most beautiful boy you saw in your life.

“Hey, what’s your name? Mine is Tommy. Tommy Lee.” He kept moving, he must be one of those people always full of energy.

“Y/N.” “You aren’t from here, are you?”

“I’m from Maine, how do you understand? It’s written all over my face?” “The accent is not from California.” He said simply.

“But it could be cool have “Maine” tattooed in your forehead.”

You laughed.

“You’re funny.” “I’m in a band, I must be cool in my own way.” “Really? What band?”

“Mötley Crüe.” Something rang your bell.

“You played at the Whisky a Go Go last Saturday, but I was too far away from the stage and I only saw the singer because he was blonde.” “That’s a shame. When you finish your turn I’m gonna make you meet everyone and maybe I ask you for a date.”

You laughed again, it was months you stopped laugh.

“You run a lot, Tommy boy, but, ok. Find me in front of the bar I work and don’t be late.

Now I gotta go or my mate is gonna kill me.”

You threw away the cigarette and come back inside.

You didn’t think that he could remember his promises, but he did.

And that’s how you met the band.

Nikki was almost as charming as him, but there were a deep pain inside him, sometimes you saw it in his eyes when he wasn’t busy with girls and drugs. Vince was the most flirty and egocentric person you knew.

Despite the fact you came in the apartment with Tommy he tried to hit on you, till the drummer showed him his fist. And you caught him checking his image in the mirror more than one time.

And then there was Mick. He was older than the other guys and seemed the type he always complained about something but in a cool way.

“Oh, God. Tommy you brought at home another fucking teenager.”

You gave him a cold look.

“Hey, old man.

When I was in my own hometown I dealt with drunk piss men drunk bigger than you. And with dealt I mean I kicked them in the ass, so even if I’m just a fucking teenager don’t underestimate me.”

You said calmly, Mick looked at you.

“Hey, drummer! I like this one!”

And so you became friends with everyone and your moving to Los Angeles seemed to have some kind of sense.

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 Lately you and the guys took the habit to meet at your house.

The Crüe home was always a mess and you were okay  with them making stupid shit  in your living room, but you put a restriction. The only drug permitted in your house was weed, you don’t like saw people blow cocaine or shoot heroin in their veins.

The boys were not that happy but they accepted it.

Right now you were laying on the sofa in the arms of Tommy, that kissed your neck occasionally, you both were smoking a joint. Mick was sipping his usual vodka while Nikki and Vince were rolling other weeds.

“It’s relaxing, isn’t it?” You murmured happily.

Nick snorted, it was crystal clear he wanted at least some cocaine.

“One of my coworkers is Italian.”

“Girl?” Asked Vinnie.

“Yes.”

“Pretty?” “Pretty and engaged, her boyfriend is like a walking wardrobe. He would kill you if you try to hit his girl.”

“Fuck.” They all laugh.

“Go on, kid and ignore this animal.”

“Thank you, Mick.” “You are welcome, Vince.”

When they all stopped teasing Vince you kept your story.

“She told me then the 10th of August in Italy there’s a tradition. You watched shooting star and made a wish upon them, but you don’t have to say it loud or to someone or it didn’t come true.” “That’s cool, baby. What day is today?” “10th of august.” Answered Mick.

“Let’s go into the desert and watched the shooting stars!”

Screamed Tommy.

He became easily excited even over small things and you loved him for that.

“I’ll pass. I want some coke.”

Nikki got up, greeted everyone and left the house.

“Vinnie?”

“I prefer a girl to the desert”

And he went away.

“Mick.” “My back is killing me so I pass and also you two should give up.”

“Why?” “Do you know what there is in the desert?”

“Uhm, sand and cactus?” Tommy answer was uncertain.

“Snakes, scorpions and other poisonous things.

But if you wanna die young, go and see the stars, my friends.” Mick left the house, you looked at Tommy.

“Is it true?”

“Why do you ask to me?”

“Because you grow up here so you should know.” “I don’t know, Y/N.” You were too stoned to listen to the voice in your head that told you to stay at home.

“Oh, who cares! Let’s go!” You took your car’s keys and grab Tommy hands.

“That’s why I love, Y/N. Let’s go to adventure!!!”

You stumbled out from house, closed it in some ways and then jumped in the car.

You were ready for big adventures, like the ones you saw in the movies.

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There were no one in the desert.

You stopped the car in a stopping place, the headlights lighted up a big ass cactus and nothing else, before got out you took a torch. There were two blankets in the hood, you grabbed them and watched around.

“We can’t put the blanket here, Mick is right. It could be dangerous.” “So?” “Lemme thing, Tommy.” You looked again the big cactus.

“Let’s go on the top of the car, we should be safer.”

“Agree.” You jumped on the hood and with some help from Tommy you reached the top and spread the blanket, you and him laying soon on it. Tommy started to kiss passionately, but you didn’t feel comfortable, so you gently put your hands on his chest.

“No sex here, Tommy.” His look was confused, you never said no to him, even in the weirdest places.

“Why, baby?” He used his puppy eyes, but you didn’t fall for them.

“If we won’t be careful we may fell off from the top.”

Tommy looked at dark that surrounded the car.

“What if a snake bite my dick?

Or a scorpion goes up to my ass?” You sighed.

“Shut up, Tommy and just watched the stars.”

“Okaaaay, Y/N.” You started to watch the stars, pointed the shooting ones and telling each other’s the stupidest things, like childish fears and embarrassing moments of your lives.

Tommy had ton of shit to tell and you wondered how he survived to his current age, he was the kind of person that if saw a lion instead of run away run to look in its mouth.

You were just a girl from a small place, you hadn’t much to tell, but that wasn’t a problem: your boyfriend talk so much that covered your silence.

Slowly, after wishes and stories you felt asleep in his arms.

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When you woke up it was cold frozen, like in some mornings in Maine.

Tommy was still asleep, you checked the hood and the rest of the car. There were a thin layer of sand and, on this, signs of things that slither and have a lot of paws: snakes and scorpions.

You woke up Tom and you carefully checked around the car: nobody.

At the other side of the street there were some remains of work in progress, so you took a long bar.

“What are you doing with that?” Tommy was half asleep.

“If some of the beasts around here decided to make a home in my car I’m gonna kill them.” You opened all the car doors and the hood, you checked every inch of the car.

“Ok, it’s safe. Let’s go.” You and Tommy jumped in the car.

You both watched each other’s in the eyes.

“Next time we’ll listen Mick, ok?” “You said it right.” “Yes.” Then you burst in laugh.

Regardless the danger of the beasts it has been a fun night and you hope just the one of a lot to share with Tommy.

Just not in the desert.

You laughed again

[boy-porridge-vent]

April 9 2020 Twitter Thread Rant

the only time i deleted tweets was back in november bc you were mad at me for posting them so i was like "ok, you dont want them up? then i'll take them down just for u" then u freaked out that i was "deleteing tweets!!! trying to hide!!!" no, i just wanted you to shut up abt it most of the time we do it privately and dont interact with each other's venting!!! when you do it, you go public, use usernames, faces, direct names in order to claim youre "the good person for directly calling them out"  no youre putting them in danger. I'll only come here to vent or talk about my issues 

 Future TW// self harm ed suic*dal thoughts abuse idk, other stuff that is bad ig lmao This is my space to do with as I please

Even blocked my partner and best friends :) Happy now? Scum.

In fact, even just to make my abusive ex and my other cheating ex happy, I not only blocked them but blocked every from school I could find There. Now truly nobody knows me. Are you guys happy now? Forcing your victim to stay quiet & hide AGAIN? Like youve always done to me?????

Fake ass.... you claim to be my friend yet anything I tell you goes straight to my ex and drama starts again bc you pretend to be on my side hating her, then youre on her side against me Now youre taking screenshots from my friends and sending them to my ex... shady shit

call me a hypocrite yet youre being hypocritical on your story. I see haha

telling people to write in a diary instead of online, yet you've written how you feel online, you made 9-12 public posts for ~460 people to see, all with rants and venting about me, made 5 public stories about my friend and brought my name into it. When will you learn.

you say something like "you can talk shit and its ok, but when it do it, its not ok?" no, here's the problem. You do it in the wrong way. We actually keep it private and resolve our anger with friends that are also struggling bc of you and understand the situation

most of the time we do it privately and dont interact with each other's venting!!! when you do it, you go public, use usernames, faces, direct names in order to claim youre "the good person for directly calling them out"  no youre putting them in danger.

when my friend posted to his story about you, it was on his PRIVATE VENT account.... what it's supposed to be used for....? Venting about how he feels abt my other ex copying him, and you giving into my ex simply bc you both dislike me. It's childish. 

You and my ex go on public ramblings for everyone to see and use direct names or usernames as if people are gonna hunt us down? Ive never done that to you. I talk about you with my friends at school sure, but online? I NEVER shared your username. NEVER shared your name. Nothing.

The only info people could use to figure out who you were was me calling you a cheater, using the word "whore" because thats what you CALLED YOURSELF as we were breaking up!!!!! And talking about your pet that you only have because of me

You also say me and many of my friends are cowards for blocking you, bc if we werent blocking you you'd be "all up in our dm's" is that why you made a whole new twitter account dedicated to calling me a clown and immediately blocked me so I couldnt find it?? Okay "coward"

I blocked you bc you've admitted to people that you stalk my instagram, you stalk my twitter, yet when i block you to make you stop (bc ive had issues with stalking before) you get mad??? youre like "ok coward, if you had nothing to hide then why did block and private"

because 1.) i dont like stalkers and you know that 2.) i made everything private bc you were literally throwing a fit about how my months and months old rants were pUbLiC and anybody could see them, so I made it private so ppl dont read about you,

now now youre mad bc you cant go through my twitter anymore without following  and you cant find anymore of your sacred screenshots. again, i have nothing to hide. thats why i havent deleted my old tweets. bc I stand by what I say.

the only time i deleted tweets was back in november bc you were mad at me for posting them so i was like "ok, you dont want them up? then i'll take them down just for u" then u freaked out that i was "deleteing tweets!!! trying to hide!!!" no, i just wanted you to shut up abt it

the other time i deleted was march 31? bc you decided to use your NEW bf to get onto his old account (which hadnt been active since 2017....) and retweet a vent of mine. I was like "yea no im not gonna have you stalk my twitter through your bf thats ridiculous"

after he retweeted, you went on that posting spree on instagram about how all my stuff was public. So i deleted the tweet he retweeted just to make you happy. It's either leave them public and you shame me for public tweeting, delete them but ur mad that im being fake? or make my account private and now youre mad bc you cant search through my account of 4 years like the gross rat you are

it's funny how you can also post public tweets about me for your followers to see, and when I find out I didnt say shit to you, didnt start drama with you, i took my screenshots and left. then you deleted them..... i bet if someone called you out for it you would pretend you didnt say shit until someone pulled out the screenshots bc that's what you do, you act like you did nothing until somebody proves you wrong w the evidence, then u pretend like "ohh those tweets! Um yea, uh..."

wit yo fake ass you were all our friend, you were in the friend group bc we cared about you, until you dated me on and off over and over, tried to fuck one of our friends after prom, crushed on one of my friends and your coworker, bitched at me if i didnt invite you to hangout.. even if you ween invited, dated me again while also dating someone from discord while also being sneaky with one of your neighbor guys. Calling me a crybaby for being upset about the breakup even tho you vented about your military ex for months and months..... you even went to your online discord friend who was now your ex and told him how shitty my friends and I were for not inviting you to the Halloween party..... funny thing about that... you chose to opt out. You wanted to spend halloween with your new bf, the one in college, but guess what? He left your ass to go to his own party, so after that THEN you changed your mind and wanted to go to OUR party

OUR party, which had maxed out the guest limit. You said you didnt want to go, so you got removed and replaced with somebody else who COULD and WANTED to go. Tough luck. You leave the line at the BMV, you get sent to the back. Thats how it works.

Then u told your discord ex how shitty we all were & made us out to be shitheads bc we "didnt invite u" we did invite you. u chose not to go until it was too late. that was ur fault. not to mention u had been starting drama & being weirdly sexual w ppl in the group at the time

you wanted to fuck my friend after prom despite knowing he was crushing on a girl & wanted to make it work??? Wanted to suck my friend's dick in the back of the culinary room despite knowing he was with another girl? flirting w girls online despite having a partner? disgustang

even now, u JUST got w a new dude & youre already telling people abt the weird shit yall do. Ur sending him to spy on ppl from the friend group. Getting him involved even tho he's really chill & I have no problem w him??? I hated J bc he was w you, I dont wanna hate this guy too

like damn shawty u say im a hypocrite for not lettin u shit talk.... i do let u. Ive caught u saying shit on twitter & insta but Ive never made any posts abt it like u did. i saw what u said on twitter, or even our dms when u call me a crybaby? but i never posted about it like u

i couldve totally taken a screenshot of your immature dm of insults and no actual argument and posted it all over the place, but I didnt. I couldve posted your vents and rants from twitter, your main insta, and your vent insta all over the place, but I never did. Yet you can??

[mellz117]

Hello all and welcome to part 4 of my playthrough of KH2 on the PS2. If you haven't seen the previous entries please go do that.

[ _1_ ] [ _2_ ] [ _3_ ]

To recap: The Wonders of Twilight Town are boring as hell. We spoke to Namine again, Roxas finally realizes his life this week is a lie and starts to remember his life in the Organization. DiZ is racist against Nobodies but we already knew that. Roxas and Axel fight, I wanted to cry. Roxas meets Sora in his sleeping pod before disappearing, I wanted to cry.

And the adventure continues

I wanna know how Sora wakes up in the real world when Roxas merges with him in the virtual one. How in CoM does Sora go to sleep in Castle Oblivion, the whole-ass chamber and then some get transferred to Twilight Town, Roxas meets him in a virtual version of the mansion, and Sora wakes up in the real mansion in KH2? Nomura please explain this series. Is Final Fantasy ever this convoluted?

Donald and Goofy call out to Sora and we're once again reminded this is a Disney game. I don’t know why but the fact that Disney owns the original Kingdom Hearts characters bothers me. It means, unless DISNEY gives the OK, Sora will never be in Smash Bros. and that makes me sad.

I don't know much about comas but after a year of total inactivity, wouldn't your muscles atrophy like, A BUNCH? At least is wasn’t 7... OR VENTUS WITH A WHOLE DECADE WTF?

Again WHY COULDN'T JIMINY JUST KEEP EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN CHAIN OF MEMORIES WRITTEN DOWN IN HIS JOURNAL INSTEAD OF A CRYPTIC MEMO TO THANK NAMINE?

The trinity trio wanders out of the mansion, loot some chests, and find their way to the back alleys of town.

Hayner is rude RIGHT outta the gate, wow. Ok I remember that Pence actually met Roxas in Days, and so to me he seems to recognize Sora through his memories of Roxas despite the two sharing like, one visual similarly: blue eyes. But KH3 to my understanding reveals that the virtual versions of characters affect the real version so I dunno!! WHAT IS THIS SERIES?

"Have you finished the summer homework yet?" Olette asks Sora and his two ANIMAL COMPANIONS as if seeing two anthropomorphic animals is fucking normal in a town comprised entirely of humans and exactly one moogle.

Sora doesn't have any homework. For over a year he's been away from home and his mom couldn't make him go to school. I wonder how she's doing? Does she miss her son? Kingdom Hearts and parents don't gel.

I like how.. When Pence describes this cloaked figure who was looking for the trinity trio, as having big, round ears, they have to think about who it could possibly be. They’re not too bright.

Why is “sofa” capitalized? Also they weren't even sitting on it, neither of them were!

HAYNER IS A RUDE BOY! He tells us so ask Seifer about the town, as we are new. Bruh, if you’re this rude to us I’m sure how much worse Seifer and his posse are.

Seifer is immediately confrontational. “You here to pick a fight with us?” and Sora’s all like “No, we’re new here.” and DONALD FUCKING DUCK! INSULTS SEIFER AND NOW EVERYONE’S READY TO THROW DOWN! THANKS TO THIS DUMB FUCK DUCK!

But thank Christ big chungus appears out of nowhere and stops the children and two adult furries from causing a scene.

This dude is WAY too into the Struggle tournament. Seifer has an unwanted faaaaan! Bro, go away, you’re creeping on a teenager.

I wanna fight Seifer.

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I'm not working on this like I should be. I'm going on vacation soon and since we're all in quarantine I can't really do anything fun so this is the opportune time to catch up.

Moving on! We make our way to the train station and oh no, we're ambushed by Dusks! Because of COURSE we are. Who could've seen THAT coming? /s

I- I like how, even after hearing his voice, and seeing his fucking mousey silhouette, the gang STILL might not be sure this is their stupid rat king. One brain cell between the three of them, I swear, and Goofy is the primary carrier, and it only sometimes works.

Why do we need to purchase tickets to travel on a magical train embarking to an ethereal plane of existence? I guess it's the principal of it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED TO HUG THIS BOY. LOOK, HE'S CRYING!

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Pence is so cute. I didn't care much for him when I was younger but he's such a cutie. 

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I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED TO HUG THIS BOY. LOOK, HE'S SAD!

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It's fat cat Pete. For like ever, I had no idea he was a cat. Wonder what Maleficent saw in him to ally with him.

The trinity trio laughing about killing (or at least taking part in killing) Maleficent. "She's toast!" this sure is early 2000's dialogue...

Heartless everywhere! "You mean the worlds aren't at peace after all" well, no sweetie. It takes time for things to recover from horrible events. *looks at current state of the real world*

So like, I had no idea Yen Sid was a Keyblade warrior??? I had read about that in his Wiki page when I googled if any Keyblade warriors were left handed. (Ven might be, but more likely ambidextrous) But I guess being Mickey's teacher would imply his Keyblade wielder roots but whatever, I didn't pay attention when I was a teenager.

Yen Sid's decor is baffling. What are these bookshelves? What are these BOOKS? They're huge!

Good on Yen Sid for using singular “they” pronouns in 2005.

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On to our change of wardrobe. Without a doubt Sora's best look in the whole series, in my humble opinion. Lookit my handsome boy. 

And Sora learns about drive forms, blah, blah, blah, powerful forms, gotta sacrifice something like in Duel Monsters, in this case an ally.

Yen Sid is so boring.

All seriousness and tension is just broken as soon as Goofy’s name is uttered, at least Sora and Donald have normal names wtf.

It’s interesting how like, 15 years later, Union X explains how Maleficent was able to return after her defeat. Something about, as long as someone from your original time remembers you and you have a physical object to represent you you’re able to basically some back from the dead. Right? Am I right on that? I haven’t played it but I’m hanging by a thread on this loop.

Sora’s hard work down the drain...

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Hollow Bastion! And of course there’s trouble. Heartless, Nobodies, and Yuffie, oh my!

A problem sequels have to work around is when the protagonist needs to relearn their abilities. KH does a well and good job with this one. In CoM, it’s a different battle style, in KH2 Sora’s been asleep for a hear prior.

Also, Merlin “leant” Sora some magic spells? How does that work? Like, once you learn it you can’t just... give that knowledge back...?

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How old is Leon? He has no right being this pretty.

Another ambush by Nobodies. Give it a rest, would ya? Battle ensues, Leon deals the final blow against an enemy, and as the camera usually does, zooms in on the victor and we get a nice slow-mo crotch shot of Leon. Thanks, game... Then, Xemnas’s very sexy, very manly voice echoes across town and the organization appears before our protagonists. I’m weak.

Demyx’s laugh, dude. I love it. Sora is ready to throw hands with anyone in his way. Honey, you’re barely out of a magic coma and this dude is like, two whole feet taller than you. Not to mention very fit.

I’m done thirsting over Xemnas...

After a few taunting words, the new villains depart, Donald attempts to give chase somehow? Where you gonna go? They disappeared behind dark corridors. It seems Goofy is still holding onto that shared brain cell.

The Bastard

I like the majority of the Organization. Xigbar is definitely one of my favorites based on this next scene alone. He’s so snarky and full of shit. I love it. He’s great. He was definitely a stoner at some point.

I’m confused though. “He used to give me that same exact look!” the Wiki says Xigbar’s talking about Ven but I always thought he was referring to Roxas? Did Braig and Ven have a history? That’s implied in Days (which released before BbS) IDK dude. I’m surprised I’ve gone this long without spoiling myself too much on BbS. Like, a few story beats here and there but a lot of it isn’t gonna be known until I play it.

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The dialogue for KH2 was so different from the first game. It dates itself so much in comparison.

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Xiggy stands like this for 7 whole seconds parting with a condescending “Be a good boy now!” before disappearing. I love this fucker.

Leon, who’s been sitting on the sidelines this whole time, joins Sora and the others after the real threat is gone. We chitchat for a little bit and say our goodbyes. It’s time to leave this place and move on to one of two available worlds.

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At the Beast's Castle. After fighting a hoard of Shadows, the least intimidating enemy in the series (although the demon tower in kh3 is quite frightening nlg), the Beast himself makes his appearance, takes out the Heartless that suddenly stop multiplying upon his arrival, disgracefully shoves his supposed friends aside, and takes his precious rose to the west wing, which is where it SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN THE FIRST PLACE. ADAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

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No joke one of the funniest actual gags in the whole series is:

*Donald Duck manhandling Cogsworth*

Cut to Sora saying "I'm glad you're OK." to Lumiere

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OK the minigame where you gotta light the magic torches, why do we have to make sure Cogsworth  has enough strength to keep the lever down when we have two perfectly capable companions that can hold it down instead? I remember this sequence being a lot more annoying when I was a teen.

Xaldin's voice makes me feel things. Ahhh he sounds so tired lol. He peaces out and we fight the Beast. I remember getting him to calm down being harder.

"Xaldin used my anger to control me!" Says Beast. He angers very easily so this must have been a cinch. Xaldin's been obsessed with him since Days so I would imagine this intel would come in handy.

More fodder to fight and on to the boss. Phase one is just an angrier version of the Darkball Heartless. Phase two is just skinny Ganon. I like its design though.

“Belle, I’m sorry. I wasn’t myself, being all rude and overall kind of a jackass to you and my servants” Except that’s kinda how you’ve always been lmao. Just because you couldn’t choose not to be an ass here doesn’t change that this IS in character. Still gotta work on that a bit.

“You don’t have to apologize” No, no he still does.

They all reconcile and the Trinity Trio departs until Xaldin shows up again to wreak more havoc.

Time to move on to the next world.

[zuko-thee-stallion]

teenage fever

(a little one-shot from my spiderman au )

also, read on ao3.

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to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

12:50 a.m.

r u up loser?

Three dots appear at the bottom of her screen. They disappear then reappear again. She bites her lip in anticipation. This time he sends his response.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

12:51 a.m.

yh.

To be honest she doesn’t even know why she texted him in the first place. She’d been feeling weird as of late. Like she actually...cared about things. She shudders at the thought. This is the type of shit Jason does. She snaps out of her thoughts rather quickly when she realizes she hasn’t answered Leo in - she checks the time on her phone - three minutes! She mentally kicks herself for getting so consumed in her thoughts.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

12:53 a.m.

good.

She takes in a shaky breath as she waits for his answer.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

12:53 a.m.

is everything ok?

No! She wants to say. No, I’m not okay! She wants to tell somebody - anybody -how she’s feeling, but how does one express how weird they’re feeling to their best friend?

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

12:54 a.m.

yeah

Wrong answer. Now he’s sure to press for answers. What’s even worse is how quickly he responds.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

12:54 a.m.

ok, now i know something’s wrong. first, u text me at one in the morning and second, u don’t say “yeah”. well, at least like that.

“Fuck,” she curses. Why couldn’t she keep emotions in check like a normal person? And why did she have such an observant best friend? 

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

12:55 a.m.

first of all, it’s not “one in the morning” it’s 12:55, second of all i can say “yeah” whenever i want to, third of all i hate u.

Three simple words with a world of meaning but Leo, of course, knows better than to take offense.  

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

12:56 a.m.

yh, yh. but seriously...what’s up?

She groans as she queues up Netflix on her computer, knowing full well that Leo’s not going to drop the topic anytime soon. (Again, why did she have such an observant best friend?) She quickly scrolls through the movie options before ultimately deciding on Carrie.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

12:56 a.m.

fine. what do u want to know?

She starts up the movie, quickly getting wrapped up in it before realizing that Leo’s already answered her.

 to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

12:57 a.m.

i wanna know why you’ve been acting weird around jason.

She swears her heart stops for a second before beating at an abnormal rate, followed by a horrible fluttery feeling at the pit of her stomach (which seems to happen a lot at the mention of his name).

to: annoying hoe :/

from resting bitch face ;p

1:07 a.m.

how do i act weird around jason?

She thinks long and hard about how she acts around Jason. Nothing so far seemed to spark any oddities. She doesn’t treat him any differently than she does Leo.

to: resting bitch face ;p 

from: annoying hoe :/

1:07 a.m.

r u serious?

She scowls. What does he mean by that? 

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:08 a.m.

deadly. tell me how i act “weird” around jason.

At this point, the movie’s been long forgotten, currently being used as background noise for her highly stressful situation.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:09 a.m.

first off, every time he comes around u or somebody mentions his name u visibly, albeit slightly, perk up. like u look a little less angry than u usually do.

The text stops there but soon, the three dots appear at the bottom of her screen.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:09 a.m.

secondly, u always have this fond look on ur face whenever he is near.

She blinks. Once. Twice. Huh?

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:10 a.m.

no, i don’t.

Fond look on my face my ass. If there’s one thing you can count on, it’s Piper McLean never going soft.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:10 a.m.

unless u r constantly looking at urself in the mirror there is no way you could possibly see urself.

Does he have a point? Yes. Does that mean she would ever admit that? Hell no. She throws her hair into a messy bun while waiting for a response.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:10 a.m.

as i was saying, u also seem to spend time with him more.

She audibly scoffs in disagreement, knowing full well that he’s right once again.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:11 a.m.

how?

Thinking back, she realizes that she doesn’t spend a lot of physical time with Leo. Instead, they call, text, and facetime. Meanwhile, she and Jason hang out a lot more.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:11 a.m.

if i admit that i spend time with him will u leave me alone?

She sits up, anxiety practically oozing out of her. Why was Leo so determined to prove that she liked Jason? Were there any other things that she subconsciously does around him that other people noticed too? Did she like Jason? Sure, he understands her although he can be oblivious at times. And his sarcasm rivals her own (which was surprising by the way). And the way it seems like he’s been aged beyond his years yet still holds an essence of innocence. Or how his face lights up when he talks about topics he’s passionate about. How the scar on his upper lip curves into a little crescent whenever he smiles. How he has a tattoo of his sister’s birthday in Roman numerals because she’s the only family he has right now. How he is so unbearably happy and kind regardless of all the shit he’s been through. How he’s adorable at times and how he makes her want to punch his lights out for being so stupid. How he’s just so...beautiful. Ugh! She gets out of her, very comfortable mind you, bed just so she can faceplant into her pillows. Did she not just say that she doesn’t go soft? “Stupid Jason. Stupid, stupid feelings,” she grumbles. A chime from her phone startles her out of her pity party. Tentatively, she lifts her head and grabs her phone. The notification is from Leo, of course.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:13 a.m.

idk. 

Her anxiety bubbles up again, thousands of “what if” scenarios flit throughout her head.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:14 a.m.

leo. what if i do like him? what if he doesn’t like me back? what if he does like me back? what if i don’t like him back?

She can’t bear the thought of losing Jason as a friend because even though she might not show it, she cares about her friends. Hell, she might even consider them family and that’s a big deal.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:14 a.m.

whoa, whoa. calm down, piper. i didn’t know this meant so much to u.

Was he serious? Of course it meant a lot to her, she could possibly lose one of her best friends over a stupid crush.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:15 a.m.

well, now u know.

This was all too frustrating and confusing and she had too many questions. When did I start liking Jason? Why did I start liking Jason? Did he feel the same way? 

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:15 a.m.

ok, ok. but, one, if u do like him i’m sure it won’t be the worst thing in the world. two, there’s no way of knowing unless u ask and if he likes u back then u guys can date and be all mushy. three, if u don’t actually like him and if he likes u i’m sure he’s not gonna get mad or anything like that.

She appreciates Leo’s reassurances. She appreciates him for being there for her while she is currently having an exponential crisis. She appreciates him for being one of her only friends even though she’s an outcast. She almost considers changing his contact name. Almost.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:16 a.m.

thanks leo. i really needed that.

His reply comes quick.

to: resting bitch face ;p

from: annoying hoe :/

1:16 a.m.

yh, ik i’m awesome. now leave me alone so i can get my beauty sleep. i suggest u do the same.

She cracks a small smile as she types up her response.

to: annoying hoe :/

from: resting bitch face ;p

1:16 a.m.

goodnight leo.

She turns off her phone and curls up under the covers, knowing that even though her problems aren’t solved, she can sleep easier knowing her inner turmoil has been partially solved.

She wakes up to a text, which surprises her because no one in their right mind would be up before eleven o'clock on a Saturday.

to: Pipes :)

from: sparky :]

7:34 a.m.

Hey Pipes! Do you want to get ice cream later on today?

Nobody except, Jason Fucking Grace.

to: sparky :]

from: Pipes :)

11:48 a.m.

sure, what time?