#i'm not even sure who likes this type of stuff... well.. besides me whatever though. this is my blog.

[nightmarereverie]

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[mrs-monaghan]

Tbh I'm a jikooker, but I find it incredibly difficult to fit a healthy long-term relationship into the same timeline as all of jimin's solo work. It's not the pronouns or taking one lyric very literally, its the entire thing, plus comments from him and his producers. To me, you'd have to do some serious olympic level mental gymnastics to make that make sense. I don't doubt that jikook have a special bond, I've definitely seen things between them that definitely look like sexual attraction to me and things that surpass friendship boundaries, but I can't in good faith say that they're together in some official long-term way if I actually listen to jimin and his work.

I've seen some jikookers think they broke up for a while, but I have to question if those people have ever been through a breakup because the little bit of distance/separation/awkwardness we did see from them during chapter 2 is nothing compared to the type of tension that would be there if a relationship that intimate and intertwined had separated, especially considering the dark feelings jimin was feeling. He wouldn't have been cutely commenting on jungkook's lives and jungkook wouldn't have been asking to hang-out or getting excited to see jimin in his comments.

Idk, I'm sure someone could twist everything a certain way and only take certain things at face-value and then make everything else abstract, etc. to make the case that they are together, but I don't really see it. You look at face-off, alone, and just his general dark feelings during Face, then look at the creation of Muse and how him and his producers said he couldn't relate to the love-dovey beginning songs, which is how they ended up making Who (despite the fact that jikookers try to distance him from the song since he doesn't have writing credits even though he sat in the recording room telling them what he wanted and saying it felt like reading his diary). I think jimin could have very well gone through a pretty awful breakup along with the inner turmoil he was going through post-covid, but I don't think it was with jungkook if he did. I still enjoy jikook's bond either way at the end of the day, but yeah I don't really get how anyone can take an honest look at jimin's work and his words and think he was in a long-term healthy love-of-his-life relationship during that time or into chapter 2.

Not trying to change your opinion or anything, honestly I don't really see it discussed much in jikooker spaces (besides bad-faith stuff like tkkers stirring up shit over pronouns in lyrics which is just dumb) and when it is, some jikookers are pretty pick-and-choose about what they deem to be true to jimin's feelings and what isn't. Which I get being nuanced, but sometimes it does feel like a "well this fits my beliefs so clearly this is true to jimin and this doesn't so it means nothing because he didn't write it" or whatever. I honestly get annoyed with the bad-faith arguers because it prevents being able to have actual discussions about some of this stuff in our little jikooker corner of tumblr. Like "he said her, he's clearly straight! he danced with a girl, straight!" stfu.

I don't have much to say to you anon. Not really. Not anything that hasn't been said anyway. Which you've seen and decided its jkkrs doing mental gymnastics. "I'm a Jikooker but..." its never a great way to start a sentence. It just gives major insecure jkkr vibes which i just 😬😬😬😬😬😬😬 you either believe in them or you don't. There is no if, and or buts.

I will leave you with this; over the years, antis and (insecure) jkkrs alike have always found a way to conclude Jkk aren't as close anymore or they broke up or some other bullshit. But what happens everytime Jikook resurface and we see them together again?

NOTHING HAS CHANGED!!!

Nothing ever changes with these 2! They come back closer, more in sync, happier, more in love and their relationship more established than ever. This happens every👏🏽damn👏🏽time👏🏽 Everytime!

Then the insecure jkkrs will be like "jkk is real" again.

And then we will go without content for a while and once again we are back here with the jkk aren't as close argument. Once again. It is an exhausting cycle that I refuse to be a part of.

You can try and nit pick various reasons as to why Jikook aren't in an established rlship, but I will chose to focus on reasons why they are definitely 130000000% in a relationship. Like the fact that they are enlisted together rn, the fact that they could have done AYS with other members but chose eo. Or the fact that Jimin wrote his name on JK's chest with sunscreen and I dont even want to imagine how he did that. What position they were in that would justify people calling them brothers 😂

You do you anon. I'mma just be over here enjoying Jimin promote the hell out of his favourite JK song.

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Look at him so proud of his man 🥺🥺

[thoughtsonkm]

Tbh I'm a jikooker, but I find it incredibly difficult to fit a healthy long-term relationship into the same timeline as all of jimin's solo work. It's not the pronouns or taking one lyric very literally, its the entire thing, plus comments from him and his producers. To me, you'd have to do some serious olympic level mental gymnastics to make that make sense. I don't doubt that jikook have a special bond, I've definitely seen things between them that definitely look like sexual attraction to me and things that surpass friendship boundaries, but I can't in good faith say that they're together in some official long-term way if I actually listen to jimin and his work.

I've seen some jikookers think they broke up for a while, but I have to question if those people have ever been through a breakup because the little bit of distance/separation/awkwardness we did see from them during chapter 2 is nothing compared to the type of tension that would be there if a relationship that intimate and intertwined had separated, especially considering the dark feelings jimin was feeling. He wouldn't have been cutely commenting on jungkook's lives and jungkook wouldn't have been asking to hang-out or getting excited to see jimin in his comments.

Idk, I'm sure someone could twist everything a certain way and only take certain things at face-value and then make everything else abstract, etc. to make the case that they are together, but I don't really see it. You look at face-off, alone, and just his general dark feelings during Face, then look at the creation of Muse and how him and his producers said he couldn't relate to the love-dovey beginning songs, which is how they ended up making Who (despite the fact that jikookers try to distance him from the song since he doesn't have writing credits even though he sat in the recording room telling them what he wanted and saying it felt like reading his diary). I think jimin could have very well gone through a pretty awful breakup along with the inner turmoil he was going through post-covid, but I don't think it was with jungkook if he did. I still enjoy jikook's bond either way at the end of the day, but yeah I don't really get how anyone can take an honest look at jimin's work and his words and think he was in a long-term healthy love-of-his-life relationship during that time or into chapter 2.

Not trying to change your opinion or anything, honestly I don't really see it discussed much in jikooker spaces (besides bad-faith stuff like tkkers stirring up shit over pronouns in lyrics which is just dumb) and when it is, some jikookers are pretty pick-and-choose about what they deem to be true to jimin's feelings and what isn't. Which I get being nuanced, but sometimes it does feel like a "well this fits my beliefs so clearly this is true to jimin and this doesn't so it means nothing because he didn't write it" or whatever. I honestly get annoyed with the bad-faith arguers because it prevents being able to have actual discussions about some of this stuff in our little jikooker corner of tumblr. Like "he said her, he's clearly straight! he danced with a girl, straight!" stfu.

I personally think you'll never get any absolute truth from song lyrics because some of it is personal, some of it is cryptic, some of it is purely for the art and rhyme, some of it is from other people and so on and so on.

I'm in no way dismissing his story and what he conveyed in his albums but it being an indicator for what Jikook is or isn't (or that Jimin went through a breakup or period of not having a significant other), is not plausible to me especially when you compare it with everything that we saw happening with their relationship (or with Jimin) in those years.

Because at the end of the day the magic and ambiguity of lyrics is that in many ways some things are up for interpretation. Just as you think that those lyrics can't mean anything but a bad breakup and him not being in love at all, someone else will think of it as him being in love (muse) while making stylistic choices and him being in a bad place mentally (face) but with a hint of hope while also choosing to not rely on anyone around him for some time.

Points of views.

[slaaverin]

Tbh I'm a jikooker, but I find it incredibly difficult to fit a healthy long-term relationship into the same timeline as all of jimin's solo work. It's not the pronouns or taking one lyric very literally, its the entire thing, plus comments from him and his producers. To me, you'd have to do some serious olympic level mental gymnastics to make that make sense. I don't doubt that jikook have a special bond, I've definitely seen things between them that definitely look like sexual attraction to me and things that surpass friendship boundaries, but I can't in good faith say that they're together in some official long-term way if I actually listen to jimin and his work.

I've seen some jikookers think they broke up for a while, but I have to question if those people have ever been through a breakup because the little bit of distance/separation/awkwardness we did see from them during chapter 2 is nothing compared to the type of tension that would be there if a relationship that intimate and intertwined had separated, especially considering the dark feelings jimin was feeling. He wouldn't have been cutely commenting on jungkook's lives and jungkook wouldn't have been asking to hang-out or getting excited to see jimin in his comments.

Idk, I'm sure someone could twist everything a certain way and only take certain things at face-value and then make everything else abstract, etc. to make the case that they are together, but I don't really see it. You look at face-off, alone, and just his general dark feelings during Face, then look at the creation of Muse and how him and his producers said he couldn't relate to the love-dovey beginning songs, which is how they ended up making Who (despite the fact that jikookers try to distance him from the song since he doesn't have writing credits even though he sat in the recording room telling them what he wanted and saying it felt like reading his diary). I think jimin could have very well gone through a pretty awful breakup along with the inner turmoil he was going through post-covid, but I don't think it was with jungkook if he did. I still enjoy jikook's bond either way at the end of the day, but yeah I don't really get how anyone can take an honest look at jimin's work and his words and think he was in a long-term healthy love-of-his-life relationship during that time or into chapter 2.

Not trying to change your opinion or anything, honestly I don't really see it discussed much in jikooker spaces (besides bad-faith stuff like tkkers stirring up shit over pronouns in lyrics which is just dumb) and when it is, some jikookers are pretty pick-and-choose about what they deem to be true to jimin's feelings and what isn't. Which I get being nuanced, but sometimes it does feel like a "well this fits my beliefs so clearly this is true to jimin and this doesn't so it means nothing because he didn't write it" or whatever. I honestly get annoyed with the bad-faith arguers because it prevents being able to have actual discussions about some of this stuff in our little jikooker corner of tumblr. Like "he said her, he's clearly straight! he danced with a girl, straight!" stfu.

You are entitled to your opinion.

I agree that what came up with MUSE really surprised me. It was not what I anticipated at all. But some little details makes me think it's not all black and white (Like Jimin's comment about us getting it wrong). To me Face was a more personal album for sure. But both albums do not personally deviates me from my belief that jikook are a couple.

Face was very introspective and made with a very strong creative vision. To me this is Jimin's masterpiece. I'm sure he put a lot of himself in this album. But what did he put in the end of the album, as a HIDDEN track? Jungkook. It wasn't for public eye, yet he still put a bit of him in it. To me, this is very telling.

Jimin is not the type to reveal his private relationship to the world. It's simply not his style. But as Face was very personal, Letter featuring Jungkook sits at the end, hidden, yet apparent. It shows his connexion with Jungkook is VERY close to his heart.

But he didn't have to scream it everywhere in his album, or any other album for that matter. Even if Jungkook is very important to Jimin, that's not all he has in his life. Like everyone he has his own struggles and such. I think it can be very difficult to interpret art "correctly" when we don't have all the information. Jimin had a vision for both Face and Muse, but creating art does not mean leaning on reality 100%. Art does not come only from personal experience. People can write songs as concepts that have nothing to do with them. Of course there's always something from the creator, but personally I wouldn't feel confident basing my belief in jikook's relationship on a few songs. Because the interpretation can be so vastly different from a person to the next, we'll never know what Jimin's true intentions were at the end of the day. We can guess but that's it.

What I am very confident in, is what we have actually observed and heard from their own mouth; conversations and attitudes and body language and many proofs of a very deep connexion that jikook have. That's reliable. Art is not.

The little doubts that one can infere doesn't take away my feelings about the thousands other things we know. One is about not knowing and one is about witnessing and observing and understanding not with the mind but with our hearts.

AYS was once again a very apparent confirmation of everything we knew.

I do not think jikook broke up at any point in chapter 2 despite being maybe separated a little more physically for a while.

So I understand your point anon, but personally a few songs won't change 10 years worth of moments, of life they spent together for me. Actions always speak way louder than words. But of course it's always interesting to talk about each other's interpretations.

Thank you for sharing your view and take care 💜

[akookminsupporter]

Tbh I'm a jikooker, but I find it incredibly difficult to fit a healthy long-term relationship into the same timeline as all of jimin's solo work. It's not the pronouns or taking one lyric very literally, its the entire thing, plus comments from him and his producers. To me, you'd have to do some serious olympic level mental gymnastics to make that make sense. I don't doubt that jikook have a special bond, I've definitely seen things between them that definitely look like sexual attraction to me and things that surpass friendship boundaries, but I can't in good faith say that they're together in some official long-term way if I actually listen to jimin and his work.

I've seen some jikookers think they broke up for a while, but I have to question if those people have ever been through a breakup because the little bit of distance/separation/awkwardness we did see from them during chapter 2 is nothing compared to the type of tension that would be there if a relationship that intimate and intertwined had separated, especially considering the dark feelings jimin was feeling. He wouldn't have been cutely commenting on jungkook's lives and jungkook wouldn't have been asking to hang-out or getting excited to see jimin in his comments.

Idk, I'm sure someone could twist everything a certain way and only take certain things at face-value and then make everything else abstract, etc. to make the case that they are together, but I don't really see it. You look at face-off, alone, and just his general dark feelings during Face, then look at the creation of Muse and how him and his producers said he couldn't relate to the love-dovey beginning songs, which is how they ended up making Who (despite the fact that jikookers try to distance him from the song since he doesn't have writing credits even though he sat in the recording room telling them what he wanted and saying it felt like reading his diary). I think jimin could have very well gone through a pretty awful breakup along with the inner turmoil he was going through post-covid, but I don't think it was with jungkook if he did. I still enjoy jikook's bond either way at the end of the day, but yeah I don't really get how anyone can take an honest look at jimin's work and his words and think he was in a long-term healthy love-of-his-life relationship during that time or into chapter 2.

Not trying to change your opinion or anything, honestly I don't really see it discussed much in jikooker spaces (besides bad-faith stuff like tkkers stirring up shit over pronouns in lyrics which is just dumb) and when it is, some jikookers are pretty pick-and-choose about what they deem to be true to jimin's feelings and what isn't. Which I get being nuanced, but sometimes it does feel like a "well this fits my beliefs so clearly this is true to jimin and this doesn't so it means nothing because he didn't write it" or whatever. I honestly get annoyed with the bad-faith arguers because it prevents being able to have actual discussions about some of this stuff in our little jikooker corner of tumblr. Like "he said her, he's clearly straight! he danced with a girl, straight!" stfu.

Everyone is entitled to their own opinions.

[starlightsuffered]

My Boyfriend’s Sister’s Boyfriend 

Warnings - drinking, thinking of cheating, bad relationship, toxic friend, mentions of transphobia

I walked into the pub. My boyfriend, Dillon, was at my side. We'd been dating a little over a year and it was.....okay. Fine, nice, whatever you want to say. By this time I'd convinced myself "the spark" didn't really exist. You ended up with someone who met most of your desires, and you went with it. That night, my opinion changed.

Dillon was an old family friend. His parents and mine had been thick as thieves. When they'd had kids, they encouraged us to be friends. I'd actually had a crush on him when we'd been young, then we'd gone into a phase of hardly talking. Eventually, he joined my school, and he'd asked me out years after we graduated. I'd been so surprised I said yes, even though I wasn't that attracted to him. Ever since then, it'd been easier to just be with him. I didn't want to ruin the relationship between our families.

I was going to be meeting Dillon's sister's new boyfriend. I wasn't the biggest fan of his sister. She was the type to say things she knew would bug you, just to get a reaction. I wasn't one who was able to hide my feelings well.

Dillon hated most social outings. I wasn't the biggest fan either, but we hadn't been out together in ages. I was sick of going to his house to watch marvel movies, and eat fudge.

Dillon was talking to me about some vague computer part he'd ordered. I tried to listen, I really did, but I just didn't get that kind of stuff. I would have been more willing to try if he didn't openly mock nearly all my hobbies. He didn't understand why it bothered me. I never did the same to him.

"Oh there she is," Dillon waved to his sister, but I couldn't pay attention to her. Beside her was the most gorgeous creature I'd ever seen. He was tall, with curly dark hair. His form was slender, just like I preferred, with soft pale skin and hazel eyes. I was transfixed by him. I followed his every movement as he walked along with his girlfriend.

That's when he looked up. When our eyes met, it was like the world stopped turning for a minute. There it was, that spark, the thing I'd stopped believing in. It seemed he felt it too because he had stopped in his tracks. He was no longer following his girlfriend, he was staring at me. Neither of us were moving, I wasn't even sure if I was breathing. How was this happening?

"He looks like a stoner," Dillon said, breaking me from my reverie.

"He does not," I snapped, oddly protective of this man I didn't know. "You be nice!" I ordered.

"Alright, alright," he rolled his eyes.

When I turned back around, they were in front of us. My mouth hung open in shock. He was even more breathtaking up close.

"Hey y/n, hey Dillion," Julie said. Julie was his sister. Their relationship confused me. They acted like they literally couldn't stand one another, yet they always made time for one another.

"Hi," I said, giving her a small hug.

"Well, this is my boyfriend," she said. "Timothée."

I now knew his name.

"Hi, I'm Y/N," I said, sticking out my hand for him to shake. When we touched, it was like an electric spark snapped between us. This was bad, this was really bad.

"What a lovely name," he said.

"Timothée is part French," Julie said, and it took every part of me not to grind my teeth. She had said it to bug me. I'd always been the one interested in England, and France. No, I didn't have a monopoly on those things, but they way she said it, I could tell she meant to make me jealous.

"That's so cool," I told him, and I could practically feel my eyes sparkling every time I looked at him.

"Je n'ai jamais vu quelqu'un avec des yeux aussi beaux que les vôtres," Timothée said to me. I didn't know what he'd said, but it still made me blush.

"I once failed a Spanish test in highschool six times," Dillon announced. It took a lot of strength not to roll my eyes. Dillion had to be the best at everything, even if he was the worst at it, he had to be the best at being the worst. I could tell he'd felt threatened by Timothée's bilingual abilities.

"This is my brother, Dillon," Julie said blandly.

"Nice to meet you," Timothée said politely.

We all found a place to sit and chat. I couldn't get over how beautiful Timothée was. He was equally as charming. He talked with his hands, and seemed so genuinely kind.

"So what do you do for work Timothée?" I asked. I had tried my hardest to focus equally on every member of the group, but it wasn't working well. For some reason I wanted to know absolutely everything about him.

"I'm in a performing arts college at the moment. I hope to one day become an actor. I work for a school as an elementary soccer coach," he explained. I could have melted right there on the spot. An aspiring actor, who worked with children. Could he be anymore precious?

"I bet they all love you," I chuckled.

"Why do you say that?" Dillon snapped. He'd been brooding all night. I didn't exactly blame him.

"Babe, I literally work with kids. I know personality types they like," I told him.

"So you're a teacher then?" Timothée asked.

"Yes, but I'm an aspiring author," I smiled, he seemed to like what he heard, but Julie had to butt in.

"All her stuff is so angsty, I can barely stomach it," She said. This wasn't true on her end. She didn't mind angst, for God's sake her favorite show was Supernatural.

"Well, it's just what gets me creative," I said, looking at my feet. I was very sensitive about my writing.

"Hey, pain, and angst have fueled some of the most beautiful art. Look at Starry Night by Van Gogh. He was in an asylum when he painted that," Timothée countered.

"That's my favorite painting," I said eagerly.

"That's my cue," Dillion said. "If we are going to be talking about art and mental illness, I'm headed home."

"Alright, see you later," Julie waved. He looked angry that I wasn't accompanying him, but I was having a good time. Plus, he was the one being grouchy.

We ordered more drinks. I threw mine back, wondering if I could blame my fascination with Timothée on alcohol later.

"If you could play any character, in anything, who would you choose?" I asked. I always loved asking this of aspiring actors.

"I think I'd like to play Laurie from Little Women. He has a lot of depth, and quite the character development," Timothée answered. It was a good answer.

"If you could have originated any character in literature, who would it be?" He asked, and I blushed.

"My answer is stupid," I said.

"I bet it isn't," he urged.

"Regulus Black from the Harry Potter series. I think he's so nuanced. You never even meet him, yet his story is so viscerally moving."

There was something akin to fondness in Timothée's eyes as he looked at me. His smile was bright. I felt as though we were kindred souls at the moment.

"I don't think that answer is stupid at all," he said. "Not one little bit."

"Can't believe your saying that y/n," Julie drawled. "She's a transphobe, and you're all over that LGBT stuff."

She had finally riled up into a reaction. I glared at her. She was also "all over" that LGBT stuff, we were both openly bisexual. She was only being flippant to bother me.

"Unfortunately, bad people can create good things. I don't support her financially anymore, or engage with any of the new stuff. Also if by "LGBT stuff" you mean peoples rights, yes I am all over that."

"I don't know, some of her arguments make sense," Julie said, and that was a huge mistake. She'd forgotten we weren't alone. It wasn't just me to take the bait.

"That's a disgusting opinion," Timothée said in horror. She flipped immediately.

"It was just a joke. I was being sarcastic," She promised. Timothée seemed to relax at that, but I rolled my eyes.

Just then Julie's phone rang. She picked it up and looked panicked after a moment.

"I've got to go!" She said hurriedly grabbing her things.

"What's wrong?" Timothée asked.

"My apartment is flooding," She explained and rushed out. She left Timothée and I there alone.

"I suppose you want to leave now?" I asked.

"No, I'm having a great time," Timothée said, knocking back a drink.

"Me too," I smiled, and he chuckled. We continued to talk, and drink. Eventually, the two of us were a bit tipsy.

"Hey, I want to dance," Timothée said. I looked around with a giggle.

"We're in a pub," I said.

"I know a club really close to here, wanna join me?"

My stomach was doing flips. I nodded eagerly. He stood up shakily and held out his hand for me. I took it, even though the thought of touching him led me into treaturous thoughts.

We giggled as he led me across the street into the bustling club. It was loud, and smelled of cologne and liquor. It was a pretty nice place all things considered.

"Let's dance," he said, pulling me into the crowd. I felt like I would follow him anywhere. We were moving to the beat of the music. As I watched him, I felt the horrible urge to pull him in for a kiss. He was so close to me, mouth hanging open so I could feel his breath on me.

"I need to go," I said quickly. I needed to get away from him. His orbit was too alluring, I was sure to be sucked into it.

"Yeah, yeah, me too," he said, but he hadn't moved.

"It was really nice getting to meet you," I said earnestly.

"I feel the same way," he nodded, and I couldn't help but look for a deeper meaning in the words. Shit, I REALLY needed to get out of here.

I said my goodbye hurriedly, not able to resist much longer. I called an Uber that took me back to my apartment. Once home, I sat down on the couch, putting my head in my hands. What was happening? My world had been upturned.

[nerves-nebula]

yeah the thing is my gender feelings are also very weird. it's like.... I do not know if I experience dysphoria or what even is going on there but the other day I mentioned I wanted to cut my hair even shorter to someone and they went "oh yeah, like a pixie cut!" and I immediately started crying because in my brain the thought process went pixie cut = feminine term for short hair = I will never make this person Understand or be seen as properly my gender (which is rich because??? I don't understand it either) so we were both just standing there upset and confused. and the thing!!!! the thing about that is THAT I WAS REALLY REALLY SURE I WAS A CIS WOMAN!!! and I think I still kind of am??? because I'm definitely not a man and "nonbinary" doesn't quite cut it either And I don't want to transition but also every time I get called a girl or a woman or a daughter I'm internally like "ok... but unless?" but any pronouns besides she/her feel wrong to me. ok that's a lie I could use multiple sets of pronouns but it's integral that she is one of them.

and the thing is that if I did attempt to transition it would feel weird to me because I don't want to change my body (besides tossing the boobs) but I'd like it if I was seen as masculine more and I know that with how i currently present that is never going to happen. and I like my way of presenting too but I don't like how it's read by other people. but if I was read as just a man that would be weird too. It's like... I'm never going to be able to get someone to see me as my correct gender BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW MY GENDER. ok sorry I'm done. and I know that cis people question their gender too but I don't think I'm cis anymore and. well. do I sound insane

Lotta ground to cover here uhhh

If I was you I’d ask why nonbinary doesn’t cut it. What do you think nonbinary is? Do you think it’s a single identity? Bi-gender and agender can both be nonbinary and are basically opposites. Some people identify as nonbinary women because they’re women who fall outside normative ways of gender expression (there are many other reasons you could consider yourself a nonbinary woman too of course, like being multi gender, but that’s an example) So I wouldn’t throw out nonbinary so fast.

More to the point though I think labels aren’t as important as doing whatever you want forever. Make your body how you want it and the rest can follow. You can be and identify as a cis woman while having top surgery (I think I just reblogged a comic about that) and short hair and a masculine vibe. You could be butch. You could be feminine the way men are or masculine the way women are.

However there’s a lot of stuff here I can’t help you with. Like, I can’t tell if you’re dismissing some of the options here out of genuine disinterest or an internalized fear that you’re “not allowed” or “not supposed” to do or be certain a way

I can’t tell if you’d feel “weird” being read as a man because you don’t have any interest in that or because you’re not sure if it’s ok to be a woman who looks like that. Which is why i can’t really advise you over anon lol. This is like a two hour conversation type thing

I'd like it if I was seen as masculine more and I know that with how i currently present that is never going to happen. and I like my way of presenting too but I don't like how it's read by other people.

This is interesting cuz I’ve never been one for dressing to appease other people, but some people are happier dressing to communicate their identity to others. So I guess either you change to be read as what you want or accept people being wrong about you. Go with whichever makes you feel the best I’d say

As for this:

I'm never going to be able to get someone to see me as my correct gender BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW MY GENDER.

I really can’t help you there. I know my gender but I’m nonbinary so no one will ever see me and recognize my gender. There’s no passing for me so i don’t really care about that anymore. Sorry

[pechaberriesandsoju]

Hello hello!!! :3c I'm not sure which Doctor will end up seeing this, but! 🍎🎈⭐ for whoever is around to answer!!

As the three mutter amongst themselves, 13's eyes go wide as a thought hits her. "Wait! You said she was finishing her monster, right?" She whipped around to look at 11 with wide eyes. "Uh yes, why?" He starts to ask before jumping back as the blonde woman lets out a curse before taking off down the hallway. "She's gonna start pacing soon! I gotta keep her away from the pad! You two handle the questions!" She shouts as she takes off running blindly into the labyrinth of hallways, leaving the two men on their own. "Well, that's one down. Now wh- oi!" 11 snaps at 10 who snatches the pad from his hands. "Nope, both you and 13 each got two questions. I only got one. This one is mine, Chinny." He says with a challenging tone as he taps away at the pad. "I said don't call me that, but fine. Have at it. Beanpole." 11 grumbles as he leans back against the console and glares at the taller man. "Ignoring that -"

🍎 - is s/i picky? are you picky? if you go out to eat with s/i, is there any food you or they put on the others plate that you wont eat? (giving someone the pickles off of their burger, croutons off of their salad)

"Oh yeah, she's really picky. She's probably pickier than me and the others. I can be picky, but Kore? That's something else." He says as he puffs out his cheeks. "She's the type of person that prefers her burgers to be plain, only the buns and patty with ketchup as the only topping. She doesn't even like cheese on her burgers. Hell, she's picky about cheese in general. Won't eat it on its own. But she will eat pizza and mac and cheese just fine. Or even the fried mozzarella. As long as there's marinara or ketchup to dip them in." He says as he makes a bit of a face before shrugging. "Don't get me started on how she has her salads. That's a whole other mess."

🎈 - how do you like to celebrate s/i's birthday?

Both 11 and 10 freeze and give each other a look, lips in a thin line. 10 thinks for a moment and silently tries to hand to the pad to 11, whose eyes immediately widen, and he quickly shakes his head and pushes it back. 10 huffs before muttering under his breath. "Yeah, about that... when it comes to time and space travel, it can be a bit...difficult to keep track of time sometimes. Which, I know, is awful because we are Time Lords, but in my defense! She forgets to when we're out and about in time and space!" He says as he holds one hand out in a defensive manner. "But! When we are on earth during her original time? And her birthday is near? We do celebrate if we have time, if she remembers or if she wants to. Sometimes I surprise her a day or so early, sometimes I surprise her the day of. Either way, we either spend it together doing whatever she wants on earth or on whatever planet she wants to visit or if it's just staying in the TARDIS for a while. Or I take her out to a planet or time period that I know she'd enjoy. Only if she wants to. It's her day, after all."

⭐ - do either of you believe in zodiac signs? do you think your and s/is are compatible?

"Ah, now this? Is a bit fickle. I don't think I have a zodiac, honestly, given I'm from a different planet and whatnot. But I do know hers! She's a Taurus. And it makes sense because even though she can be sensitive, she is definitely stubborn as a bull. It's impressive how someone as short as her is so stubborn. Could put my stubbornness to shame some days." He chuckles as he shakes his head. "Figuring since I don't know mine and we really don't believe in it, I don't think it matters if our signs are compatible or not. Besides, we're both too stubborn to listen to stuff like that."

[hannahbarberra162]

thank you so much for responding to me twice now!! im sorry im sending these in so frequently, I dont know how tumblr works but i hope that, even if you dont post a reply to this, (which btw you NEVER have to, please dont feel obligated), i honestly only want you to read the ask. (even then its okay if you dont lol), im a bit overenthusiastic about your work, if you couldn't tell haha 😓 (not that it doesn't deserve all the enthusiasm in the world!!- I just know I can ramble when something excites me.)  I'll try to space out my asks more as to not overwhelm you or anything. i  honesty would love to read whatever you have to offer, even if it's just posting little snippets. I feel bad requesting stuff, though, from what I've read you're probably a busy college student with enough on your plate! still, without making any specific requests, whatever you have to offer, ill eat up like it's my last meal!! id love to see your works on other chatacters! i honestly didn't even really care heavily for mihawk or shanks but you know damn well i ate up your works on them! and like i said, i dont even really know Marco besides your interpretation, (which are canon in my mind haha) and literally had to look up who thatch was. yet i STILL have enjoyed your writings with them to the point ive been up late wondering what happens next. whatever you write, ill enjoy! you just have such incredibly intriguing stories, i honestly have never been so hooked before. thank you so much for writing! i guessed that either Marco or Ace was your favorite, so im glad i was close with Ace! i had the same sort of question as i did with Marco, but I didn't wanna ask both in one message. kinda a 'why him', sorta thing, not that i dont get this one completely- ive seen him in action and i love ace too! But i wanna hear why YOU love him, how YOU see him, same as what i asked for Marco. you don't have to answer if you dont want to! i know ive already typed a lot, so ill cut myself off here!! thank you my goat!! 🐐 and thank you for my appreciation of the WBP!!

(I've also really enjoyed your jinbe work so far!! he's one of my favorites🌊)

@celine-zzz Don't be sorry!!! This made my day, my week, my month! I lose confidence a lot and reading things like this make me think it's worth it. Thank you so so so much for your praise!!!! I actually screenshot nice asks like these and reread them haha. Ask whatever you want!! I like interacting with other people!!! Talk to me all you want!!!

I don't mind getting requests, I just don't ask for them bc I don't know that I can fulfill what people want. But I'm always happy to try! Heat Transfer is actually based off a Nonnie ask and I spiraled from there.

And, ah, I'm quite a few years past my college days 🫠🫠🫠 I'm not sure if that's better or worse, but time comes for us all.

In truth I started writing characters I felt I had a better handle on. I find Ace to be the most relatable. I think he's the most like someone you could potentially meet, maybe other than Law. Someone who is confident and self loathing and insecure and smart and dumb and self assured and all of that wrapped in a cute bundle with freckles. I also find Ace easy to write because I do feel that I've met people like him in real life, so I think of the dumb shit they would do lol. He reminds me a lot of a few of my friends, maybe that's why I feel protective over him.

That isn't a very good answer, but in summary he's my bby and I want the best for him <3.

Jinbe is who I'd actually want to ship myself with (see self indulgent fic) and I'd most want to be friends with and spend the day with Usopp.

[needtoloveoutloud]

Hi Becks, hope you're as okay as you can be right now. ❤️‍🩹💜

Question: do you think you'll ever write some y know smut or spicy scenes in your fic or in a one shot or in general?

I hope you don't take offense to this question, but when I read the part when Shinso and Yoru kissed/made out on the bed I got the feeling you'd be really good at writing those kinds of scenes (respectfully) and I know you tagged Bakugo/OC (so, Yoru) and Aizawa/Present Mic, so I was wandering if you plan on doing that?

I love your story thank you for sharing with us

Hi Anon,

thanks, kinda coping, kinda not. Just takes some time, but I'll be better (physically and emotionally) soon or at some point, I hope. Healing is never linear, that goes in every regard, I think :)

So, regarding your question: first of all, don't worry: I don't take offense to you asking.

So, regarding Yoru and Bakugo, I guess we'll have some awkward suggestive scenes or something? In a funny type of way, though. I actually haven't finely mapped out past the moving-into-the-dorms situation and training for the licensing exam, everything else so far is mere wobbly ideas (while I still have some things that I definitely prepared as sort of like “anchor” plot points), nothing graphic or black-out-scene type of stuff for Yoru/Bakugo yet.

That being said: They are sixteen (well, Yoru's soon to be sixteen) and… healthy teenagers. Just like Shota said when he gave Yoru “the talk”, she's about that age. It's healthy and normal for sixteen-year-olds to explore their own/someone else's body and there's no shame in it, at all. It's a coming-of-age/young adult story (as tagged; also tagged as Explicit — right now mainly for language and violence, though) and while I myself was older when making those experiences, at that age (16), it was incredibly important for me (personally) to read/learn about that stuff in a healthy and sometimes even educating way. I know that I have some readers who are not 18 yet, which means I'm aware how impressionable they are.

So, long story short: I'm not sure about the extend of that stuff with Yoru and Bakugo, especially because it's a super duper slow burn and while I already have some turning points in their relationship with each other in mind (and some even written out, just not published yet), I haven't come up with a way to organically transition their relationship to something… physical. Again: I'm not entirely sure if I want that. It's a different thing if it's some “solo-discovering”, more or less, or something that involves another person, in my opinion. We'll have some awkward solo-discovering (not explicitly written out) in a future chapter: but again with the background of typical teenage awkwardness and embarrassment, so yeah. (I love writing awkwardness.)

Then there's Shota and Hizashi. They're both well over 18, obviously, so it's different for them. But also: they're a super slow burn, too, so who even knows when those two oblivious idiots will figure stuff out. Then again, since they are older, the hurdle of the physical step might not be as big as it would be for Yoru/Bakugo.

I think that if I write (respectfully, as you called it) smut stuff in this fan fiction, I'll definitely do a little: “18+ stuff starts at sentence ABC and ends at XYZ”, so people who don't want to read it (or readers who aren't 18 yet) have the option to read it if they want to, or not.

Whatever the case: I'll definitely put content warnings in the author's notes. I'm not sure where AO3 exactly draws the line when authors have to tag “underage” as a warning. Does it start at kissing? Making out? At which “base” (in Muri's words) does it start? No idea, this is my first time posting/writing a story (in general and on AO3) — so if anybody has any insight on this, please let me know. Please and thank you.

In general (not just in this story): I honestly don't know. I don't think I have the time or mental capacity for writing one-shots or anything else besides the “main” fan fiction, so no idea. If the muse strikes, maybe. I've never tried writing smut, though, so I'm not sure if I'd be good at it or not.

Actually, I could write one-shots (sfw, I guess - suggestive at most, at this point) and little scenarios set in this fan fiction universe, it might help with some creativity.

Sorry for the rambling, Anon. I hope that answered your question?

Take care, and thank you so much for reading! 🤍

[allinmymincl]

while more familiar with the different types of musical instruments than he is with, say, different pieces of sports equipment, drew is certainly no musician. even so, he's confident that his opinion on the music at this party is solid. ( the opinion in question : it's bad. too loud and repetitive. he would much be rather listening to season of the witch or don't fear the reaper, overused as they might be throughout the horror genre. ) tricked into showing up by his book agent who told him that they were going to a comic book store for another signing event, drew was walked through the front door and then ditched with the vague, unhelpful instruction to make some friends out of this group that he quickly identified as some unholy monstrosity comprised of upper east side celebrities and los angeles celebrities, cobbled together very precariously with expensive booze and whatever other vices happen to be en vogue right now among the rich and famous of both coasts. sort of like frankenstein's monster, except no one here appears to be wearing cool boots. thinking about how he would much rather be on his thirty - second viewing of the boris karloff classic instead of wandering around, he attempts to compose two texts : one to luna ( asking if they'd like to watch frankenstein with him tomorrow night, of course ) and one to rory ( dropping a location pin and pleading for rescue ). distracted and a notorious klutz, drew is the cause of several collisions as he attempts to walk and text at the same time. it's only after he manages to spill someone's drink that he offers more than a mumbled apology in response, lifting his head and grimacing as pungent liquid splashes all over the front of his favorite jason voorhees t - shirt. "oops. that was me," he announces, certain that the liquor had spilled on robbie as well. "i've got a lot of stuff on the brain — the brain that's in my head," he clarifies, "not the one that i keep in a jar. i didn't bring that one with me. besides, if that one is even a real brain then i'm pretty sure it's not human because it looks kind of — robbie, what the fuck ? " drew peers at his oldest brother ( without needing to lift his chin for the first time ever, he notes with a pain in his chest ). "i almost didn't recognize you without a married woman on your arm. interesting choice to continue rocking the, uh ... " he gestures to his own face, index finger whirling around his nose and mouth area a few times. " ... just snorted something look, though. here." drew digs into one of the pockets of his jeans and frowns when he can't find what he's looking for. he pats his other pocket, then the pockets of his jacket. " ... nevermind," he finally shrugs. "i don't have a napkin." / @robbickent

[moonvalecrossing]

Alright, top 3 favorite and least Gym Leaders of Paldea?

Hell yeah Fam lets do this! PROBABLY MORE SCARLET AND VIOLET SPOILERS KIND OF. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING. Also unpopular opinions probably! I aint stopping you from liking what you like. Nobody attack me for the following!

Favorites first.

#3. Kofu. I like the colors in his design. I like that he's a friendly old man. I also liked how they used him to introduce a side activity in the game that I might otherwise have completely passed by. Even though I wound up climbing the mountain around Cascarrafa in order to get to the other town he went to because I was scared to cross the desert and run into the part of Arven's quest that was out there. I want to try his cooking.

#2. Grusha. The last gym leader is always supposed to be the strongest and I did not expect to find the Ice Type gym in this slot. Of course, but his point in the game I was a tad over leveled. By this point in the game, even when I was swapping out and training entire teams for a gym/team star/legend battle I was already thinking about what mons I'd take to the elite four and any other endgame stuff so I already had a pretty good party set up. I sorta pulled the rug out from under this cool cucumber's sassy ass. It was absolutely adorable how he was clearly embarrassed when our character asks for a picture with him after earning the badge.

#1. Larry. Larry is we all. All of us are Larry at some point. This man is so tired you guys. He just wants to get his job done. He didn't want to be a gym leader, he's just really good at it so that's his job now. The poor thing is even one of the elite four. How did they manage to make a tired salaryman a pokemon trainer? I don't know but I'm so happy he exists 10/10 I would hang out and share a meal with him when he had some time off.

Honorable mention: Ryme. Her hair is dreadlocks shaped like skeleton parts. She's a rapping old lady and that is rad as FUCK. Yes, queen! SLAY! RAISE THE DEAD. NECROMANCY!! The only thing I didn't like about her design was the fact the people who made her model made her dress so damn tight that you could see her navel through the fabric as well as the damn creases where her thighs meet her abdomen. Not even rapping grandmothers are safe from the male gaze anymore, folks. Every woman wears vacuum sealed plastic in the future.

Now the least favorites! Preface: I don't HATE these characters. Well besides the unlucky duck who's sitting at the top of the #1 slot. I kinda really hate them but we'll get to that. <3

#3. Brassius. PUT DOWN YOUR PITCHFORKS, DID YOU SKIP THAT PARAGRAPH UP THERE JUST NOW? I don't hate him. But... I don't really like him too much either. I want to, don't get me wrong. I'm a sucker for artist characters. I've always considered myself an artist. But... this guy is a lot of what I hate about artist characters. A bit abnormal? The dude was standing on the damn windmill before the battle started and implied he watched us collect those sunflora from all the way up there. He uses the word 'avant-garde' way too much. Also, gonna say it now. His pieces of art aren't that great. He's got like 200 of the same sunflora statue all over Artazon. It's not even that impressive of a statue. Just slightly exaggerated of a regular Sunflora. And whatever that other work is supposed to be... yes, okay sure Brassius is such a skilled artist that his weird thorn ring thing needs to be shown on billboards all over that one city. At least they decided to give the multiple copy pastes of this piece different colors. And then there's the class he joins in during Mr. Hassel's teachings at school. If you pick the wrong emotion when he asks how he was feeling when he made that damn sunflora statue? "No no no... completely and utterly wrong!" Look here you avant-asshole. If there's one thing that really rustles my jimmies its 'artists' who get offended at someone having an incorrect interpretation of your art. You made a mildly constipated looking sunflora statue, not some great piece depicting Arceus mourning over having no choice but sealing Giratina away. Get out of my art class before you spread your bad personality to the younger students. Don't glare at me when those creepy eyebrowless eyes. You look 24 going on 79. Burgh will always be the superior artistic gym leader!

#2. Tulip. Okay, so overall I love this woman's design. Well besides whatever the Kentucky fried fuck is going on with her eyelashes. Like, goddamn woman. Stay away from open flames they might catch fire. How do you hold you eyes open with that much weight on them? However, the design is about all I like about her. We're introduced to her gabbing on her phone. She's not thinking about the gym battle she's about to be challenged to, oh no. She's too busy planning out a makeup line with someone. And this cake-up faced woman has the gall to decide the tagline for this new line of cosmetics should be 'naturally beautiful'. Uh, honey, no. Please do not enforce the idea that 'natural' beauty needs eyeshadow, mascara, lipstick, and the whole nine yards. It's bad enough that women end up trapped in a Schrodinger's Box of being 'slutty' and 'fake' if they wear too much makeup, or looking like a corpse or they're sick if they don't have enough makeup on. When she finally deigns to get off the damn phone she's quick to let you know that being gym leader is just a side gig and that her make focus is all about makeup. She then calls our character cute and says that her ESP training made us all the more beautiful. Woman your challenge was possibly my least favorite of all of the gym challenges. It was obnoxious and all it made me feel was a strong desire to have my Annihilape break your nose. And when we finally beat her? One of the first things she says is that she should take you under her wing before we find our big break somewhere else. You stay away from me, lady. This tube of purple lipstick is all I want in life. Oh, and I hope you trip on your heels when you get back to your absolutely packed schedule. Seriously, don't quit your day job. Quit your side gig. Let me battle someone with a better personality. Also? Ryme's got better taste in makeup than you.

#1. Iono. I hate this child. I hate this child so, so much. Gamefreak did an amazing job of recreating everything I hate about the stereotypic streamer girl persona. LOL SO CUTE AND RANDOM INTRODUCTION? Punny name? Oh, Iunno, looks like it! A weird-ass crazy vtuber design? Hot damn this kid's got it all! It's a good thing she's got simps like Electro King throwing money at her because after she filed her teeth down to get those absurd spikes her dental work must be an absolute nightmare. Like Tulip, Iono is clearly more focused on her job outside of working as a gym leader. She only cares about how many views you can get her. She even says as much before introducing her gym 'challenge'. We can't 'collab' with her unless we play a cheap man's version of where is waldo with some random guy she pulled off the street (who luckily just so happened to be someone we could easily recognize). If we can't get this narcissistic cotton candy brat the views she wants, we'll fail. Were I actually in this universe, my gym challenge would have ended right here because I would have called her out on that shit, walked right out of the gym, filed a complaint with the league, and bought tickets to the furthest away region I could as well as got my legal name changed as soon as I touched down. I'll be carrying my best pokemon on me at all times because there's no way in hell I'm getting jumped by rabid manlets because I called out their waifu. My brother keeps telling me she's a grown ass woman. Yeah, okay. I don't care how many thousands of years old that dragon loli is she looks like a child. The final cherry on this sundae is how she signs off after losing her gym battle. I'm guessing she's supposed to do that heart symbol with her hands as the camera zooms in on it but, unfortunately, her designers decided to give her some bigass sleeves that cover her hands. So in that split second zoom we get, all I saw was the camera zoom in on this child-looking streamer's non-existent boobs. Fantastic and not the least bit unfitting. I bet Electro King had more pokebucks for her after that one. Also she did what I absolutely hate and had an electric type that's immune to ground types because of FUCKING LEVITATE. Fuck. I hate that ability so goddamn much. How dare you make me dislike Mismagius in any way.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[blue-thief]

note: don't mind this im just testing stuff with communities and drafts

edit: wow that's crazy. anyway. ignore this. 😭😭

pre-round three interviews ✨✨

BEN: and then there were eight! round two saw some close results, but thankfully, we don't need another round of tie breakers. we're now in the quarter finals! good luck to all your girlfriends.

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[SENDOU COULD NOT MAKE IT TO THE PRE-ROUND THREE INTERVIEWS]

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BEN: turns out you won't be able to avenge your brother after all.

RIN: i’m not trying to avenge my brother. besides, if i kill sendou, that means i will have killed kunigami, meaning i killed sae.

BEN: is that so?

RIN: yes.

BEN: well good luck with that.

RIN: you seriously don't think that half-baked NPC will have a shot a defeating me, do you?

BEN: you're a superior striker, but performer? i don't know… you've a got a great voice, rin-rin, but i think overall stage presence would have to go to sendou.

RIN: oh, so now you're calling me rin?

BEN: that's right, rin-rin.

RIN: once i’m done with everyone here, you're next, you shitty interviewer.

BEN: shittynterviewer.

RIN: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

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BEN: congratulations on making it this far, kurona. i’m sure everyone here can agree that you're quite the underdog in this competition.

KURONA: hm.

BEN: are you good?

KURONA: yeah, yeah.

BEN: you don't have to be scared. you've made it this far.

KURONA: it's because i’ve made it this far i’m scared-scared.

BEN: you scared of aryu? fair enough. he's a tough competitor.

KURONA: i’m scared of you-you.

BEN: ha… well, that's all the time we have. may the odds be ever in your favour, kurona.

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BEN: have you rested well, aryu?

ARYU: correct. now, i feel glammier than ever. i’ll defeat the competition with no problem.

BEN: wow. you sure are confident that you'll beat kurona.

ARYU: i respect kurona as a player and as a singer since he's made it so far in both blue lock and girlfriend fc stage. but he doesn't have the right amount of glam to be a winner, you know?

BEN: the song you two will be performing isn't very glam though, is it?

ARYU: it's not glam in the traditional sense, but i’m sure i’ll be able to pull it off better than anyone else here.

BEN: i see. well, may the odds be ever in your favour, aryu.

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BEN: that was a close one, huh, shidou?

SHIDOU: i know, right? i can't believe most people don't see me as much of a romantic type.

BEN: haha, i think i can come up with a few reasons for why that might be…

SHIDOU: whatever. i’ll crush that little german boy with this next song.

BEN: do you think this one suits you more than him?

SHIDOU: duhh. man, did you see little nessie backstage? he was foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog a while ago.

BEN: haha, is that so…?

SHIDOU: yup. better be careful pulling him out here once we're done here. may the odds be ever in YOUR favour or whatever it is you say.

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[NESS REFUSED TO MAKE AN APPEARANCE AT THIS EVENING’S INTERVIEWS]

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BEN: [with a bruise forming on his cheek] consecutive landslide victories. congratulations, chigiri!

CHIGIRI: thanks.

BEN: so, you and kaiser went through with it after all?

CHIGIRI: oh my- it was a dying man’s wish, okay?

BEN: you were that certain you were going to win?

CHIGIRI: well, no. but if i had lost, kaiser would have been granting one too.

BEN: ohoho?

CHIGIRI: oh, shut it. if it hadn't been now, it would have been never.

BEN: seriously?

CHIGIRI: what?

BEN: you haven't kissed anyone until now?

CHIGIRI: i haven't.

BEN: that's crazy… you should fix that if you get out of here. may the odds be ever in your favour.

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Lune: Well I guess I'm the one doing your interview this time.

Akechi: What, because you're the only one who "knows" me? Hmph. Let's see what you've got, then.

Lune: So! Chigiri, huh? Think you can win?

Akechi: He's the fan favourite, it doesn't matter what I think. The votes will speak for themselves. And besides, the only person I care about defeating is Joker, anyway.

Lune: [cough] Gay as ever [cough] Alright, and what if you lose?

Akechi: ...You die if you lose, right?

Lune: ...Yeah. You do. Though I suppose you're no stranger to death. Akechi: No, I don't suppose I am. It doesn't matter. I don't have anyone who'd mourn me anyway.

Lune: ... Akira would mourn you.

Akechi: He *would* be a sentimental fool about it. He's done it once before.

Lune: A good thing you won't be dying here then, yeah? Wouldn't want Joker to raise havoc in your name.

Akechi: ... I suppose I'll have to try to win, then.

[Note: Akira and Joker are the same person. Joker is his codename for when he's being a Phantom Thief.]

[kuchupuvhu]

Ureka! Back in Two thousand sjdkeke

5

Back in 2008 Tanya: Try to call the number Rocky

Rocky: It isn't ringing. Someone from a call center picked up.

Tanya: It will, trust me, chill out meditate it's gonna be fine.

Sanju: The Hera pheri people get money by the call and we are trying to get connected to the future from 2008.

Tanya: I see you watched alot of movies. Sanju: They all did na Rocky, Tommy and Karan act awkwardly guilty by face. Sanju too. He took a little bit time on that.

Baburao: Baburao speaking, you fish?

Rocky: I'm fish?

Baburao: Fish called a while ago in this call centre so I thought you could be fish. Are you though?

Rocky: Why would I be a fish??

Baburao: Okay listen don't mind huh, Tuyul? Huhh! You're a Tuyul!

Rocky: What is a Tuyul?

Baburao: Tuyul are those that protect money materials of rich people, they summon them.

Rocky cuts the call.

The phone rings again.

Sanju picks up.

Sanju: Hello?

Baburao: Listen I know the pain of hearing fish fish fish, I won't ask you if you're a fish. You're probably not. Are you a flying fish by any chance? Because there are Pegasus so flying fish-

Sanju: How dumb are you?

Baburao: No I'm not dumb, are you?

Sanju cuts the call.

Rocky: Had fun?

Sanju: They get calls that are of varieties I can tell.

Rocky shrugs and smirks.

Tommy: The main three of them are our duplicates you know? Karan got left out.

Rocky: Lucky in so many ways. Paved way too.. whatever….

Tommy: Last time I called they thought I was a dog.

Rocky and Sanju in sync says: Well they wouldd!

Karan: Why are we calling them anyways? They don't seem to be of any help.

Rocky: They secretly run a business to connect any animals to creatures to any timeline.

Tanya: So what should we do? Yo were the ones who were supposed to find me but I found you tracing the places you'd be in anyways. India hasn't changed it's map has it? Well it has but tracing you guys was easy. Aditya taught me some workable things for sure. Asked for a friend and destiny is there. Believe it, or not! Actually don't because now, I've made a plan. Here's the plan. We call them telling Rocky is a deity. They would be easily convinced because many types of bling bangs call them. We will make an excuse, that Rocky is not satisfied with Aditya's invention. After all Aditya is a psychiatrist, why does he have these science stuff as his back hand doings anyways? Now see, we are not dumping on Aditya, we are trying to save ourselves here. Or we become homeless and beg, eyes of our face and no hands and legs. We will tell what happened to Aditya as soon as we can get him on phone. Besides, Karan bought us this biiiig plushie of Buttercup her eye is like blocking evil eye type thing see!! And don't wrap your hand with the wire of the phone, we need that phone. We knoww we are a sweet couple no need to be jealous Rocky, you're our people?

Tommy: And I'm your doggy na?

Sanju: I'm not even that.

Tanya: Oh come on! Guys!

Babloo: Hello? I'm Babloo.

Baburao: Bubble? That's new

Raju takes the phone from Baburao's hand

Raju: What are you doing?

Shyam: Don't bully Baburao Raju. Who's in the phone though?

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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

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- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [five] // wanda maximoff

summary: spending the afternoon with the Maximoff twins proved to be interesting... and prom night finally arrives!

warning/s: none.

author's note: here’s the final part to this mini series! i’m so glad you all enjoyed it and i appreciate every note i get, thank you 😊♥️ i’ve still got other wanda stuff in the works that will be posted soon, so stay tuned!

part one | part two | part three | part four | lil bonus bit for after p5 |masterlist | wattpad

After a few tries and encouragement from Pietro, I managed to win the black cat plush toy for Wanda. It was strange, her brother wanting me to make a move on her, but I guess it reassured me a bit to know he thought I was actually good enough for her.

The two of us headed to the diner next door to find Y/BF/N and the other Maximoff twin, myself hiding the plush toy behind my back.

"Finally, you two took forever!" Y/BF/N exclaimed when he saw us approaching their table.

"Y/N here is one stubborn girl with that machine," Pietro explained with a smile as we took our seats. His eyes fell to the drink in front of him. "Oh, you ordered!"

"Just the drinks," Y/BF/N said, before looking to me as I slid in beside him in the booth. "I got you a Cherry Coke. Your favourite."

I smiled gratefully. "Thanks."

"So, what d'you win?" he asked, quirking a brow.

Feeling the heat rising up my neck, I looked to Wanda who was sat opposite Y/BF/N. She was leaning on her hand as she stared at me with a kind smile on her lips.

"You said you wanted the black cat," I said nervously, before holding it out to her. "Here."

Taken aback, she raised her eyebrows but accepted the gift. "Aww, Y/N... you didn't have to!"

I shrugged, smiling awkwardly.

She grinned, studying the toy before looking up at me with sparkling hazel eyes. "I love it. Thank you."

Nodding, I glanced at Pietro who was grinning with pride before me. I could feel Y/BF/N staring at me and when I looked his way, he was smirking and wiggling his eyebrows knowingly. Rolling my eyes, I focused my attention on the menu to distract myself.

"So... what shall we order?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

After relaying our order to the waitress, Pietro was the first to speak up.

"Okay, I have to ask," he began, leaning forward slightly as he looked between Y/BF/N and I. "Are you guys dating?"

I almost choked on my drink as I looked over my glass to see him grinning cheekily. He knew full well that Y/BF/N and I were only friends, so what was he playing at?

"Definitely not," Y/BF/N answered with a chuckle. Y/N here is practically my sister."

"Exactly," I added, giving Pietro a look that basically said I'm going to murder you. "He's been my best friend since we were kids."

"So there's never been feelings there?" Pietro continued to question curiously, leaning back in his seat.

Wanda slapped his arm gently. "Leave them alone, Piet."

"Never," Y/BF/N answered for us both. "Like I said, she's my annoying little sister."

I quirked a brow and looked to him. "Little? I think I'd be the older sister in this fake sibling relationship,"

"But I'm a month older than you," he stated like that was explanation enough.

"But you act like a child," I retorted. "I'd be the older one."

He rolled his eyes, though a smile was playing on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

I rolled my eyes, too, before looking back to the twins. Wanda was smiling as she sipped her drink and Pietro had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked to me. What the hell was he thinking?

"So you're not interested in Y/BF/N," he thought aloud. "And you definitely weren't interested in me..."

"You made a move on Y/N?" Wanda asked suddenly, looking to her brother with knitted brows.

I breathed out through my nose, eyes falling to the table with embarrassment.

"Yeah, but she made it clear she didn't like me," Pietro said with a shrug, before looking to me again. "So who do you like then? Or is their a girlfriend we don't know about?"

Looking up, I saw three sets of eyes on me and I suddenly felt nervous. Y/BF/N and Pietro were watching with amusement dancing in their eyes as Wanda chewed her lip curiously, awaiting an answer.

"You know there's nobody, Pietro," I said through a forced smile as I looked to him.

His cheeky smile was still present as he said. "Really? I thought you mentioned someone back then. Whilst we were playing in the arcade."

Oh, boy, was he going to die.

"You misunderstood," I played along, before kicking him in the shin to shut him the hell up.

Of course, it was just my luck that the leg in front of me was actually Wanda's. She squeaked an 'ow' as she bent down to rub her leg.

"What was that?" she asked with confusion.

Pietro must have pitied me, having put me on the spot enough in the past two minutes, as he looked to his sister with an apologetic smile. "My bad, Wands. My foot just twitched."

I breathed out with relief as Pietro looked to me, trying not to laugh. He was lucky we were with company otherwise I would have killed him there and then.

—

I wasn't expecting to be hanging out with the Maximoff twins on a Saturday afternoon, but by the time dinner came to an end, I realised how much I enjoyed the day. And I think I could say the same for Y/BF/N, too.

The rest of our meal was pretty uneventful after Pietro's initial teasing, to my relief, and Pietro eventually quit it with the overt hints towards his sister. The last thing I wanted was for Wanda to feel uncomfortable, so I was glad he eventually cut it out.

At the end of the meal, Pietro and Y/BF/N offered to split the bill between them – something about chivalry not being dead, I don't know, all I knew was Wanda and I were getting a free meal so why complain? – and headed to the till to pay, leaving Wanda and I alone.

She was hugging her new black cat plushie on her lap adorably, making me smile.

"Aren't black cats supposed to be bad luck or something?" I asked, earning her attention.

She put her arm on the back of her seat, leaning her head on her hand as she gave me her full attention. "I didn't peg you for the suspicious type," she taunted.

I smiled. "I never said I believed it. Just what I've heard."

She chuckled, licking her lips. "Fair point... I don't believe it either. I just love black cats. They're so cute and get way too much stick for merely existing."

It was my turn to laugh. She had such a unique way of thinking that I couldn't help but be attracted to. Something as simple as the way she was smiling at me right now warmed my heart.

"How is your hand by the way?" she suddenly asked, eyes looking down to it.

I squeezed it into a fist and released. The purple bruising along my knuckles had turned yellow-green which meant it was getting better, but it did still hurt a little. Nonetheless, I didn't want to make Wanda feel bad, so I gave her a reassuring smile.

"It's okay," I said, making her look up at me with concerned eyes. "I mean, it hurts a little, but it's getting better."

She pursed her lips, nodding. "Nate really did deserve what you did. Bet it felt good."

I raised my eyebrows with surprise, certainly not expecting that. "I guess it did a little, but..."

"It's okay, I'm not biased," she promised with a slight smile. "We broke up, remember?"

I relaxed before mirroring her expression. "Then yeah, it felt pretty great. Karma for hitting me with that stupid football."

She chuckled, leaning back into her seat and clutching her cat. "Karma, indeed." There was a pause, before she grew excited. "So prom is coming up. How are we feeling?"

I groaned playfully. "We're feeling exhausted already. I'm not a huge prom fan."

She gasped. "Seriously? Y/N, come on, it's our last one! How aren't you excited?"

I pulled a face. "The concept of dancing in a hall with people I barely speak to isn't exactly appealing."

She straightened up, hugging her cat closely. "So what, you're not gonna go?"

"I'm not sure yet... Y/BF/N has plans to ask someone and really wants me to go, too," I admitted. "But I've not decided. I might just leave him to it."

She tilted her head to the side curiously, eyes studying me intensely. "What if somebody asked you to go with them? Then would you go?"

I tried not to laugh as I leaned my head in the palm of my hand on the table. "Nobody is going to ask me, Wanda. Nobody even knows who I am."

She scoffed playfully. "Now that's just not true. You're beautiful, Y/N. Funny. Kind. Intelligent. Someone is bound to ask."

I rolled my eyes, hoping to distract from the heat rising to my cheeks. I knew she was just saying all of that stuff to be nice, but God was I awful at accepting compliments.

She must have noticed as she leaned forward on her own palm, eyes glowing with entertainment. "Okay, what if you asked somebody?"

Appreciating the subject change, I leaned back in my seat. "I wouldn't even know who to ask."

She thought about it for a moment, before saying, "Pietro was being annoying earlier with all of that questioning, but he's right. Is there nobody you're even remotely interested in at school?"

I quirked a brow, wondering if she was serious. The way she was watching me patiently, a small smile tugging at her lips, made me believe she was. And I found that I couldn't bring it in myself to completely lie to her. So, I didn't.

"There's one person," I admitted reluctantly, swallowing hard. This piqued her interest as she sat up straight, an excited look on her face. I continued, "But I could never ask her."

She gave me an are you serious? look. "And why not?"

I tensed my jaw, smile fading at the thought. "She wouldn't say yes."

Wanda's expression softened. "I doubt that."

Feeling a little uncomfortable, I shuffled in my seat. "She wouldn't. And it's fine anyway! I mean, I wouldn't even know what to say. It's pointless."

"Try," was all she said. And in response to my confused face, she added, "Try asking me. Practice what you would say if I was this girl."

I shook my head. "Wanda, that's not–"

"Just try!" she insisted, sitting back in her seat and smiling encouragingly. "No harm, no foul, right?"

Maybe a little, I thought, but straightened up anyway.

"Okay, er..." I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling nervous as her eyes followed my every move. Looking up, I felt intimidated by her gaze, even though she had the softest smile and kindest eyes directed my way. "Wanda, would you like to go to prom with me?"

Without hesitation, she nodded. "I'd be honoured to, Y/N."

It was fake, this whole thing was 'practice'. But God, I wanted it to be real so bad. She held my gaze, confident and startling and wonderful all at once, and I had no idea what to do. My palms were getting sweaty and my heart was racing the longer she stared. My gaze fell to her lips at the wrong time, as she licked them and I wanted to lean in, wanted to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her hard and tell her how I felt. I wanted to ask her to prom and dance with her in the school gym. I wanted to hold her hand and pull her close, staring into her eyes without fear of going too far.

I wanted her.

"Okay, we're all done here," Pietro's voice broke our staring contest. He clapped his hands together, stopping by the table. "You both ready to go?"

Wanda nodded, already sliding out from the booth. "I'm ready. Y/N?"

I looked up and forgot how to breathe when she smiled down at me.

"Y-yeah," I got out, wiping my palms on my jeans before sliding out the booth. "All ready. Let's go."

—

Prom came upon us in no time and I'd made the decision to attend. My sister ended up convincing me with Y/BF/N, the two of them rambling about how it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience and a rite of passage before graduating high school. As much as I hated the thought of attending, I knew they were right, so I agreed to go.

Y/S/N came over to help me get ready, as she was the one who picked my dress. I wanted to wear a cute pantsuit, not really one for dresses, but after her complaints – "you're really milking that whole 'I'm a lesbian' look aren't you?" – I agreed on a dress that she chose.

She helped me do my hair and makeup before taking loads of embarrassing photos of me at the door. I went to prom with Y/BF/N and his date – some girl he liked in his Maths class – which wasn't too bad, but I didn't want to third wheel too much, so I gave them space when we actually arrived.

The school had done a good job at converting the gym into something unrecognisable, I must admit. Plus there was food, which was always a good distraction.

Some acquaintances from some of my classes said their hellos to me and engaged in some quick conversations before moving on. Admittedly, it wasn't too bad catching up with people I'd shared class with over the past several years. Y/BF/N even had a few dances with me, both him and his date, which was sweet, but honestly, I still felt out of place.

Two hours in, I was already fed up of the experience, opting to stand on the sidelines by a cocktail table with a sad glass of punch. I definitely didn't expect to see Wanda approaching me with an impressed smile on her lips. I hadn't actually seen her since arriving, the place full of students and myself barely recognising anyone as it was, let alone in a full gymnasium.

"You came," she said when she stopped my table, eyes looking me up and down. "You look amazing, Y/N."

She was one to talk. I tried not to drool over how beautiful she looked. I assumed she'd be one to wear a dress, but I guess I assumed wrong as she was pulling off a burgundy suit and white blouse. Her hair was curled and left out, paired with a smokey eye makeup look that only complimented her eyes perfectly.

"Says you?" I replied with a smile. "You look gorgeous, Wanda."

She smiled bashfully. "Thank you... so what made you change your mind in coming?"

I laughed uncomfortably, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Partially forced by my family, partially felt like I had to."

She laughed alongside me. "Well, I feel like you made the right choice."

"Not too sure about that," I joked, before straightening up. "So, who was lucky enough to bring Wanda Maximoff as their date to the prom?"

She rolled her eyes at my compliment, smile on her lips still. "Nobody. I came alone. Well, alone but with my brother."

I was surprised at that, but tried to hide it with a nod. "Alone works, too."

"Says the girl who also came alone," she teased.

I couldn't help but smile with amusement. "Yeah. Says she."

Setting her purse on the table, she began to open it. "I was looking for you earlier. But I couldn't find you."

I watched as she fumbled around in her purse. "Yeah? And what did you need?"

After a moment of searching, she finally pulled out two slips of paper that looked like tickets. Holding them up with a small smile, she said, "I've got two tickets to the Paramore concert happening in the summer."

My jaw dropped with disbelief. "You're kidding."

She shook her head, holding them towards me. I accepted them, looking to see if she was pulling my leg. She wasn't.

"These are really good seats," I pointed out, before looking up at her. "You scored big time."

She laughed as I held the tickets out to her. Accepting them back, she said, "I did. And I bought them for a reason."

I raised an eyebrow as she watched me.

"We've got to get matching tee shirts somehow, right?" she joked lightheartedly before looking to me with certainty. Green eyes sparkled with hopefulness as she said, "Come with me."

My mouth went dry. She was asking me to go with her, holy shit.

I opened my mouth, about to speak, but she cut me off.

"Don't say maybe," she said, chewing on her lower lip nervously. "Say yes."

The music and the dancing students and the lights all faded into nothing as Wanda waited for a response, stepping closer to me, way too close to be platonic. I was overwhelmed, definitely not expecting this. Never in a million years did I think Wanda Maximoff, the most popular girl in our grade, would be asking me to see Paramore with her. I didn't even think she knew I existed! 

Her eyes darted between mine patiently, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel her breath tickling my lips as she waited and I looked down to hers, suppressing the urge to lean in.

"Yes," I finally spoke, voice barely a whisper as I swallowed hard. "I'll go with you." 

She nodded, but that wasn't enough as she licked her own lips. I looked back to her eyes, only to see her looking down at mine.

"Can I kiss you?" she muttered softly, making me freeze in place.

Her eyes looked back to mine, dark and patient. I managed to nod weakly, and she wasted no more time when pressing her lips to mine a in a slow, gentle, warm kiss. Her hand wrapped around my waist, tugging my body close to hers, as the other rested behind my neck, giving me goosebumps and turning my insides to jelly.

I closed my eyes, melting into her embrace, one hand planted firmly on her waist as the other rested on her chest. She tasted like peppermint and her floral perfume was infiltrating my senses, making my head dizzy in the best way possible.

When she pulled away, I opened my eyes and was immediately submerged in pools of green. Still so close to her, I kept ahold of her waist as she did the same with me, eyes flickering down to my lips once more.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," I admitted breathlessly.

She looked to me again. "Why didn't you?"

Her lips were swollen slightly, red lipstick ruined. I could only imagine the mess on my own lips, but I didn't care.

I smiled nervously. "You were with Nate."

She tried not to laugh. "How stupid of me." Eyes falling to my lips again, she added, "I should have broken up with him sooner if it meant I could do this."

I smiled widely, heart fluttering in my chest at her words. Leaning forward, I took her bottom lip in mine, giving her a final kiss that was long overdue before pulling away.

"In case you couldn't tell, you were the girl I wanted to ask to prom," I said, stepping back slightly, but taking her hands in mine.

She bit her lip to contain her smile. "I figured... and for the record, I would have said yes."

My cheeks began to heat up, but I smiled nonetheless. "Well, in that case... Wanda, would you like to go to prom with me?"

She grinned. "I would be honoured, Y/N."

I mirrored her expression. She held out her free hand.

"Do you wanna dance?" she asked gently.

I accepted her hand, squeezing it gently. "I'd love to."

Before either of us could make a move to do so, we heard Pietro's voice shouting in the distance.

"Fina-fucking-lly!"

We turned to the left to see him racing towards us in his blue suit, a knowing smile on his lips.

"You took forever," he said with disbelief to his sister. "I thought I'd have to keep flirting with Y/N in front of you for you to get the hint and make a fucking move."

Wanda rolled her eyes, but I smiled as her cheeks dusted pink.

"And you!" he said, looking to me. "You're so oblivious it hurts."

"Wanda didn't know I existed before this year," I told him, half joking and half serious. "I had every right to be."

Wanda squeezed my hand, earning my attention. She shook her head. "That's not true. I always noticed you."

I gave her a knowing look. "Seriously?"

With an endearing smile, she nodded. "Seriously."

I sighed, looking away and definitely not expecting that. "Well, okay then."

She laughed, pulling me close and wrapping an arm around my waist comfortably. "I believe you owe me a dance. C'mon.

Pietro opened his mouth to speak, but Wanda merely pushed past him, guiding me to the dance floor.

"Not now, Piet," she said, before looking to me with sparkling eyes. "I want to dance with my girlfriend."

I was sure it was impossible for me to smile anymore.

"Girlfriend," I noted aloud, nodding. "I like the sound of that."

She grinned before standing opposite me, holding out her hand. And as I accepted it, I felt a warmth spread all over me that was only possible because of one girl and one girl only.

Wanda Maximoff.