#ik i disappear and come back randomly i sorry

[ticklepinions]

Nah cause...

Lee mood was so bad... had to chew on my thumb. Embarzzing

Anyways I was cuddling with me friendos and I was in the middle being spooned by both of em.

We were just goofin around and one of them said something hilarious and we were all cackling. In that moment I was just like wouldn't it be cool if they started tickling you. And I was just playing scenarios in my head for a moment. Like we're all cozy already and laughing our heads off, it would be so "natural" to just tickle the person in the middle. Ahahaha. I'm so normal about tickling guys

[ywuji]

Omg so like I want to hear your thoughts on perv!Megumi like finally after so long of Gojo teasing him for being in college for two years at this point and being single, he’s finally procured a pretty girlfriend who’s unfortunately (for her) so naive and sweet??🩷💕 Idk I got shy but I know you’ll do something good with this lol

ik i told u id post this after my wips but i started on it n i couldnt stop i liked the idea too much LOL im sorry for being so confusing D; tysm for the ask though!!! :o i rlly enjoyed writing this!!! (n don’t be shy ahjwhs you’re so lovely T_T♡)

perv!megumi !!! please i feel like he’s the type to be a pervert that’s kinda embarrassed n self aware about himself—especially bc gojo kept teasing him all those years n he was kinda just jacking off to whatever x-rated video that came up first (i feel like perv!megumi is highkey into hentai too but he’s taking that to the grave!!)

n when gets a pretty little girlfriend who acts so cute and who he loves so much, when he gets hard he can’t help but let some of that side of him slip out from time to time...

i think he’s also the type to take lots of pictures,, like pictures while you sleep, peeking through your door while you shower, in clothing store changing rooms while you change, upskirt pictures… he’ll make you his little model!! some of them you know about but some of them you don’t, he’s so lewd.

it’s not just pics of you he takes, it's some of himself too. i feel like one of the things he’d love to do to you is when you tell him to come with you to some random uni event, n he’ll randomly disappear in the middle of it, only to go to the bathroom to take pictures of his hard leaky cock to send you with some casual caption like he didn’t just do that ?!?! he’s crazy (more under the cut)

it’s not megumi’s fault he’s so in his head about you, he still just doesn’t really know how he managed to get someone as pretty and doting as you are as his. 

he sometimes feels guilty for being so obsessed with you—your body clad in pretty little outfits that you show off to him with a twirl, the way you’ll always show him your shiny new sparkly nails when you get them done, how he’s always the first one you’ll pick to talk to about something new you’ve found to love—it’s all that seems to be on his mind recently.

maybe it was gojo’s accidental doing, those feelings of guilt. unintentionally planting a little growing seed of shame in him the first few times he started teasing him for not having a partner yet at his ‘big age’, borderline lecturing him with the ‘when i was your age’ stuff—maybe that was the logical reason why he felt so attached to you, the reason he couldn’t help getting fully erect even when he only saw as much as a pair of your flung-away panties lying at the edge of your bed when coming to your room one day.

but when he recalls back to those nights where you’re innocently cuddled against him, watching whatever movie, a quiet ‘megumi?’ leaving your lips as a sign to tell him you’re falling asleep, and he finds himself shifting in his seat, carefully adjusting your head to let you rest comfortably on him, pressing a soft kiss to your hair as he strokes it and tells you a ‘sleep now, angel’, he knows that’s not the reason.

nevertheless, he’s always been worried about it, thoughts of ‘am i doing too much?’ or a ‘would she not like this?’ clouding his mind. but for every single thought like this he has, he’ll always have two more memories where he’s coming up to you, his sweet-faced little girlfriend, waiting for him with open arms and open heart. and to him, it means more than the world.

and as his cheerful sweetheart girlfriend, you’ve never really minded of course.

you know he’s at least a little perverted, asking to take those pictures of you trying on your new swimsuits, or bras, or skirts, or those times when he pulls out after spilling his load into you, and the first thing he does after making sure you’re okay is to go face-to-face with the trail of cum seeping out of you to snap a few photos.

honestly, you’ve gotten used to it at this point. you just take these moments, seeing what you do to him, as a way of reassuring yourself that he really does just love you that much. and he really does. really!! :(

no matter how innocent or dirty the context, he’ll let you know whenever he gets that warm little feeling in his chest.

“i-i love you,” he pants, head coming up from sucking marks on your neck, languid thrusts coming to a gentle stop as he peers up at you with flushed cheeks. it feels like he’s admitting it for the first time again.

when you stare at him with his same love-drunk look, brows furrowed and eyes pleading, whispering out an “i love you too, gumi”, he’ll pause a moment to study your expression before gently raising you further up the bed, hooking his hand under your leg and repositioning it around his waist.

he’ll drop down to press a kiss to your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder and picking up the pace again, now only determined to make you cum.

when he thinks of times like these, despite what you’re doing together, it’s innocent in his head.

a time where that’s not so much the case though is when you persuade him to come with you to some uni exhibition event, looking up at him with hopeful, doe-like eyes and as many ‘pleeeaaase, gumi’s and ‘please, guuuum’s as you could muster—cause it’s not like he could say no to that, right?

at first he put up an act of feign stubbornness. but eventually he agreed—only when he knew you’d excitedly hug him and press your soft chest to his as a thank you for it though.

he’d tour the hall with you, watching you gaze in awe at everything with your cute, simple curiosity, occasionally pointing out little things in the pieces he liked. before the artist began their talk though, he got up from his seat, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before muttering a “‘m g’na go to the bathroom.”

in an empty stall, he’ll sit atop the lid and pull down his jeans, freeing his stiffening cock from his underwear. he quietly groans as he pumps himself a few times, a slow trickle of translucent white leaking down from his tip.

he silently curses, throwing his head back, thinking about how you let him flip up your pretty skirt before you left, letting him take a peek at your cute ass in the frilly panties he bought for you.

he reaches for his phone, fumbling to send a picture of the sight to you, adding a casual caption of something like ‘hi pretty girl’ or ‘u look so pretty today, angel’.

he pauses, realising that maybe you won’t see it for a little while. he’s imagining you so obediently listening to the artist speaker to notice the ping of his notification—he enjoys that thought too, but he can’t say why.

he’s careful not to thrust up into his fist, not wanting to make too much noise, but it’s futile—he’s too hard staring at the lewd shots of you saved in his secret hidden album—the way you act so innocently, the way you have no clue what the true extent is of what you do to him. he can’t help but let a few breathy whines slip.

he won’t let himself cum though, thinking he’s too good to be letting himself release over some scrunched up, bathroom tissue when he’s got his own pretty little girlfriend waiting for him a few halls down.

he sighs. cleaning up and tucking himself back into the band of his briefs, leaving the stall and washing his hands, walking back out like nothing happened.

[minswriting]

hey hey I saw you're open for requests!

Anything for Hotch getting caught with non-BAU reader who he shouldn't be associated with? Maybe there's an age gap or she's the babysitter or someone's daughter/sister or even an unsub/witness.

Ik its a really broad request but I love your writing so I totally trust you - I just love a semi forbidden ship (without an angsty or sad ending!).

Thanks!!

nsfw | mdni

warnings: talks of murder, stalking, rape (nothing detailed because it’s literally just a summarization thing lol), nsfw content, getting caught, inappropriate relationships, etc.

it all began when you were a victim of a case. you had been getting stalked by an unsub in new york, a man who was killing women that reminded him of the woman that left him. he would stalk his victims before raping and killing them. you had been approached by the fbi, taking you into protective custody to ensure that the same thing didn’t happen to you. and that’s when you met aaron hotchner.

to say the two of you had immediately taken a liking to one another was an understatement. the two of you flirted with each other right off the bat which wasn’t really the best thing to do due to his position. you were a victim, not someone he met randomly at the bar. even so, he just couldn’t get you off of his mind.

so before he left to go back to virginia, aaron had given you his number. and now? well, it’s been a few months and the two of you have been seeing one another regularly like this weekend. you had flown to virginia to visit aaron and stay with him.

the house was quiet as jack had gone to jessica’s to sleepover for the weekend, leaving you and aaron to be alone. the only sounds in the house were the sounds of your moans mixing with the sound of skin slapping together.

“god, you’re so beautiful,” aaron exclaimed as he thrusted his cock inside of you. his brown eyes were looking down directly at your face. your head rested on the pillow, hair sprawled out, cheeks red, and face contorted in pleasure. “you love my cock, don’t you?” he asked as he watched your eyes roll back with each thrust of his cock.

“mhm,” you nodded your head, licking your lips. “i love your cock so much, aaron,” you replied, moaning loudly. “always feels so good.”

aaron rocked his hips, thrusting into you at a pace that felt best for the both of you. his cock hit your sweet spot repeatedly, making you see stars. aaron looked down at your pussy, watching his cock disappear inside of you. your cunt was glistening with arousal. “you’re absolutely soaked,” aaron groaned, bringing a hand to start rubbing your clit.

you simply whined in response, gripping the sheets below you as you felt yourself get near the edge. “i’m so close, aaron,” you moaned, opening your eyes to look at the man in front of you.

“fuck, me too, baby,” he replied.

and just as you felt your peak nearing, there was a “oh no! oh god!” at the door, followed by a small thud, signaling the person had dropped something. “i’m so incredibly sorry, sir, i-uh,” you and aaron both looked at the person at the same time, scrambling to cover yourself up with the blanket.

at the door was a blonde, someone you’ve never met before. “garcia,” aaron’s face hardened as he tried to compose himself, fully covered by the blanket. “what brings you here?”

“i-well, sir,” garcia began, glancing at you and then at aaron. “you hadn’t answered your phone at all in the past three hours and we have a new case so i told the team i’d come here and look for you and well- is that y/n from the new york case?” penelope asked finally as she rambled, looking at you fully.

you looked down at the blanket, being unable to come up with the proper words to speak.

“not that it matters but yes,” aaron exclaimed. “now please, leave. i need to get changed and then i’ll be right there.” and without a second glance, penelope picked up her phone from the ground and left slamming the door closed, leaving you and aaron alone. “i’m so sorry about that,” aaron apologized, looking at you. he grabbed your hand. “i didn’t expect to be needed at all tonight.”

“it’s okay,” you said with a small smile. “duty calls.”

“are you okay?” he asked, checking in on you.

you let out a breathless laugh. “other than being absolutely mortified that your co-worker just walked in on us nailing one another? i’m perfect.” you grinned at your partner.

aaron laughed as well, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it. “yes well, i agree.” he exclaimed. “i should get ready. i’m sorry we won’t be able to spend the weekend together.” he said, looking at you with a look of guilt.

“don’t sweat it, aaron,” you said with a reassuring look. “i can come down next weekend. maybe even spend a week?”

“i’d love that,” he said, pulling you into his arms.

“sounds like a date.”

and with that, aaron kissed your forehead and lips before getting up off the bed and getting himself ready. let’s just say that when next weekend rolled around, you guys definitely made up for lost time.

however, the secret that aaron was seeing you had most certainly had been told to the rest of the team.

[sapphiclesbli]

I hate having a fucked up mental health cause why do I have to screw everything up like I hate that I can randomly disappear for days or weeks cause how am I supposed to come back after that?! like 'hey so um yeah sorry I never replied ik it's been months I was just not feeling it ig... hope you're doing okay'

cause I can't even guarantee that this time I'm back for good. idk I just feel like ppl don't deserve being treated like this but it's not like I'm doing it on purpose either yk or maybe I'm just overthinking it and it's not that important for them

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

Battle of the Larynx I

Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Synopsis: Having Spider-Man as a boyfriend was becoming increasingly more difficult, and his reoccurring absence is tearing you apart

A/N: hi y’all! ik ive been so MIA with my stories lately. if im being honest sometimes i just don’t have ideas for new chapters or how to continue in progress stories, but hopefully i can get some more done soon! but for now enjoy this quick Miguel O’Hara story cuz i am OBSESSED with this man atm

Inspired by Battle of the Larynx by Melanie Martinez!

Warning: smut (fingering), toxic relationship, ANGST (yk i fucking live that shit), neglectful Miguel, LONG ASS CHAPTERS

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

You knew what you were getting yourself into when he told you. You knew the nights that laid ahead for both of you filled with his crying and screaming after a failed mission led to a loss of innocent life. You knew the days would consist of hours holding your breath wondering if he was alive or not, and finally exhaling when he arrived there at your doorstep; battered and bloody but still, he was there. That was really the only promised you asked Miguel to keep— be there. You could handle him leaving randomly and not coming home until 2 in the morning, it was his obligation as a hero and that came before anything else. But he also took an obligation as your partner to be present when it mattered most, and according to him he cherished that concept with his life. So if that was the case why wasn’t he here now?

Miguel had been gone for 5 days now, longer than he’s ever been gone for. Five days of nothing, no calls, texts, emails, even an owl with a note would’ve sufficed at this point but he chose to leave you in the dark yet again. You touched up your mascara in the shiny elevator door reflection as you prepped yourself for the celebration party you and your art school classmates planned after you all landed the animation internship. What was supposed to be a chance for your friends to finally get to know Miguel was clearly turning into yet another evening third wheeling other couples. Another night of watching girls curl up with their lovers while you downed a spiked lemonade to forget about yours. This was the 26th time Miguel had abandoned an important event with no notice whatsoever (yes you’ve been keeping track). It started with simple things like picnic dates or small get togethers, then his absence gradually became more impactful. Missed family dinner’s, birthdays…anniversaries. Disappearing for days on end with no check ins, it was becoming torture. It was becoming increasingly obvious that people started to question whether or not you even had a boyfriend, and slowly you did too…

To Miggy 🧸:

please tell me you’re coming tonight, you know this means a lot to me Miguel

4:23

can you just call me and let me know youre alive at least????

4:49

i hope youre chaffing in your suit asshole

8:14

The elevator door opened letting you onto the top floor of Alchamex, it was pointless checking but you always did anyways. You crept your way into his office hoping to see his usual tired figure slumped over in his chair, ready for you to nag him like you usually do to take a break and eat something, but the only thing occupying the space was scattered papers. You looked through his window that towered over the Nueva York city streets trying desperately to hold back the tears that were fighting their way out.

“Y/N?”

Y/N: “Jess! Im- Im really sorry.” You turned your head only slightly so she couldn’t see your puffy eyes.

Jess: “Y/N, you’re part of reception you know you can get in a lot of trouble being up here without authorization.”

Y/N: “I know I know I just…I thought Miguel be here.” You mumbled between hiccups that came up from you failing to hide your sobs. Jess wasn’t stupid, it didnt take a genius to know what you were upset about, or who you were upset about, “If you um… if you see him can you just ask him to come home please.” Working through your sniffles, you wiped your face with your sleeve and made your way out of the office before she even had time to respond

Jess sighed feeling a twitch of anger brew inside her towards the young man, she scowled and muttered obscenities under her breath as she dialed Miguels number…

The next week came and you missed the party entirely, the calls from all your friends and colleagues went unanswered. Honestly, your self esteem couldn’t take another embarrassing, lonely entrance into an event that Miguel was supposed to accompany you too. Another endless night of sympathetic looks and pity hugs. 

The clock read 7:48 pm when you arrived home from work, another day of taking calls and booking meetings for a man that wasn’t even there half of the time. With a heavy sigh you set the bags of groceries you had in hand down in order to get your keys out of your back pocket. The space was dark and cold when you walked in, it had been for the last week. You stocked the fridge with your new groceries then before taking a quick shower and finishing your nightly routine. You were in the middle of applying your night cream when you heard a loud thud causing you to finally leave the bathroom. In the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of a tall dark figure emerging from the window. You let out a shriek managing to fumble everything in hand as you scrambled to find your pepper spray.

Miguel: “Woah woah! Relax it’s just me! it’s me Y/N!” Usually you’d be used to Miguel’s late night window entrances but it had been so long since you last saw him you forgot he even did it. He turned on the living room light revealing his tired and bruised figure. He was still dressed in his spider suit, the suit you excitedly spent hours on your ipad drawing and redrawing to get the perfect design; now you hated the sight of that thing.

Y/N: “Miguel?”, seeing him gave you relief knowing it wasn’t an intruder, but the anger that’s been stirring in you for the last 2 weeks slapped you back to reality. Silence filled the space between you two, neither of you taking the initiative to speak first. It took 2 weeks for him to come back and you weren’t going to wait another second waiting for him to find the balls to say something.

Miguel: “Y/N please wait!…” he pleaded when you turned away and slammed the bedroom door behind you. You plopped down onto your mattress, you were exhausted and couldn’t stand to look at his face anymore, but you felt the empty bed space behind you dip with his weight.

Miguel: “Congratulations on your internship cariño, I knew you’d get it…” No response. “I…I got this for you. Y/N?” If you turned around you’d see the small gift wrapped box he held in his hand but you were motionless. This new silence terrified him. The possibility of you finally giving up on him made his heart sink a little

Miguel: “Y/N I’m really really sor—

Y/N: “Just shut up Miguel, shut up already…” you finally spoke through gritted teeth, “You’ve never cared about a single thing that I care about, if you did then you would’ve been there like you said you would but you weren’t! SO JUST FUCKING SHUT UP!” you sobbed and curled your legs closer to your chest

Miguel: “I know you’re angry at me… but Y/N I really am sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t call you or text you. I’m sorry it took Jess calling me to make me realize how terrible I was being. I should’ve been there to take you to your friends party, like I promised I would. I wanna be someone you can count on and trust but I’m screwing it all up.”

At this point Miguel had already stood up from the bed, you could feel the floor thump as he paced back and forth trying to find the right words to say to you. You couldn’t help but peek over at him, he looked horrible with his head in his hands and blood and dirt still caked on his suit. Regardless of how angry you felt towards Miguel you always took pity on the poor man. He loved you with everything he was and everything he wasn’t, all he wanted was to be everything you ever needed, but you were the first woman he had ever been with since Dana and Gabriella passed. You knew loving you was like learning to walk again.

You called his name in your soft voice. His head shot up, you were finally facing him with your arms open inviting him in for a hug. Miguel practically jumped from his seat and into your arms. Words couldn’t describe how good it felt to feel your touch and even though he smelled like ash and rubble you felt exactly the same, practically crying as you melted into his hold

Y/N: “I thought you were dead Miggy, you can’t keep putting me through this I can’t take it.” He settled deeper into your embrace and rested his head into the crook of your neck

Miguel: “I know, I’ll be better for you…” You felt his lips latch onto your neck and pepper you in small kisses, “I love you Y/N. I love you so much.” He groaned against you, pushing his stiffened member against your groan and pulling out a desperate moan from your lips

Y/N: “I…I love you too Miggy…fuck!” You screamed has he drove his thick fingers into your already soaking cunt. Every curl and thrust against your plush walls pushed you closer and closer to your edge.

You cried against his shoulders. There were times when the space that was wedged between you two felt infinite then dwindled every time he came back home to you.

It was euphoria, to feel him with you again.

But every high has to come down at some point.

The sound of arguing pulled you from your sleep. It was 2 in the morning when you rolled over to see a space where Miguel was originally sleeping beside you. It wasn’t unusual for Miguel to wake up in the middle of the night to work at the kitchen table or yell to Jess about some other spider variant that messed up a mission; one named Peter seemed to come up very frequently. However it seemed like this specific conversation went on for a fairly long time, you could even begin to here Miguel’s voice shake with whoever he was speaking to.

You slipped on a new t shirt from Miguel’s drawer since the clothes you previously had on had been ripped to shreds. His voice became more and more clear as you made your way down the hall

Miguel: “Do you already have an idea on who it could be?…Fuck. Okay, I’ll *sigh* I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and pinched the bridge of his nose in a mixture of frustration and disappointment.

Y/N: “Youre leaving again aren’t you?” Your voice startled him out of his sulk.

Miguel: “…Jess suspects there’s a spider variant that’s purposely letting anomalies run loose in other dimensions. I have to handle this Y/N...”

7 hours, it took 7 hours to fall into the same old routine. It was honestly amusing at this point, all you could do was laugh. How stupid you were to think things could be any different. How stupid you were to think that HE could be any different.

Y/N: “Are you fucking serious?!” You shouted

Miguel: “Y/N Stop it, not right now please. I need you to just go back to bed and let me—

Y/N: “Let you what?! Let you leave me and come back anytime you find it convenient? How long are you gonna be gone this time Miguel, a month this time? Do you even care about the promise you kept to me? Or do I even cross your mind when you’re out there dimensions away from home playing hero for everyone else but me? This isn’t a hotel Miguel, this is our home! At least that what it fucking used to be!” You fumed. He towered above you but that didn’t stop from getting in his face, “It’s not fair Miguel! You don’t get to leave me alone for weeks and come back and fuck me thinking that’ll make it all better! You have to be better!”

Miguel: “You need to stop acting like you’re the only person in my world that needs my attention! I’m not a monster for putting the safety of the multiverse first. Im sorry I can’t be here to rock you to bed and give you a kiss goodnight all the time. Sometimes we have to put personal matters on the back burner Y/N, it’s called responsibility!” He gathered his phone and the rest of his belongings off the kitchen table

Miguel: “I have enough to worry about as it is, having you and Jess blowing up my phone to go to some party with people I don’t even know doesn’t he—

Y/N: “What?” Your tone was softer and started to become laced with hurt, it was evident in the way your voice started to shake, “Jess called you that night and it took you a week to come back?”

Realization of what he just said settles in and it makes his brows furrow in frustration and both himself and you. When he looks over at you with that same stupid emotionless face he always has you can’t help but boil with anger. His nonchalance towards your problems made you curl your fist until your knuckles turned white

Y/N: “No you’re not a monster, but you are an ASSHOLE for making me believe you could balance work and me! Why are you even with me if you can’t—

Miguel: “This conversation is over, I have a job to do and youre keeping me from doing it.” He cut you off harshly, dismissing your concerns yet again.

Y/N: “I never asked you to sacrifice your obligations! I said from the beginning that being a hero comes first, just make some goddamn time for me now and then! Why Miguel? Why do I have to beg you to see my family at Christmas?! Why do I have to beg you to meet my friends or give me an ounce of attention?! Why do I have to ask you to care about me?!”, This was frustrating him too much, your lack of understanding was infuriating. Miguel had to leave before he said something he might regret. He turned away from you and your manic sobbing and made his way to the window seal without another word, afraid that he might damage things worse than they already were by speaking

Y/N: “If we switched places I wouldn’t DARE treat you as terribly as you treat me—

Miguel: “WELL YOURE NOT ME! YOU SIT AT A DESK AND DOODLE ON A FUCKING COMPUTER! YOUR CAREER IS A JOKE, A CHILD COULD DO WHAT YOU DO. YOU CONTRIBUTE NOTHING TO THIS WORLD, I DO.” His nostrils flared and his eyes burned red with anger, “SO DONT YOU DARE SPEAK ABOUT MY LIFE LIKE YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT, WHAT IVE HAD TO SACRIFICE JUST TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT IN THIS WORLD!”

Y/N: “GOD. YOU ARE SUCH A CUNT!”

Miguel: “AND YOURE A REPLACEMENT!”

Miguels eyes widened and his rampage instantly stopped. You couldn’t believe the words that had just left his mouth, and honestly he couldn’t either. He didn’t mean it at all, he wanted to take back those words as soon as the left his mouth, he just wanted to leave. Why didn’t you just let him leave? He wouldve been right back. The air was thick and uncomfortable, your combined heavy breathing was the only thing filled the space between the two of you.

Miguel: “I…I’ll be right back.” There was a shakiness in his voice and in his movement when he stepped out onto the fire escape.

Y/N: “Dont come back. If you leave tonight…don’t come back Miguel.” You spoke in a tone barely above a whisper

Miguel: “We’ve said things we don’t mean…I’ll be back later to fix things.” His suit integrated onto his body and he leapt off of the building ledge. A blur of blue and red was the only trace he left behind.

The truth was out now, how Miguel really felt towards you. You were never a first priority or even a second or third, you were nothing but a soul to fill the space where something else was missing. His wife, his daughter, you never tried to stand in their place or become what they were to him, but now you knew that’s the only reason Miguel kept you around. You were his vice

Your heavy cries carried throughout the apartment as you laid in bed cradling the maroon cardigan that was in the gift box Miguel got you.

The spider society headquarters was empty and calm, but the office at the top floor was anything but. Miguel sat atop of his hovering platform brooding in silence in front of his computer monitors, It’d been like this since he arrived. Miguel was always stern and reserved, he never held a conversation with anyone other than Jess or Lyla so him being fairly quiet was normal. But for Miguel to not say anything at all was strange, and it didn’t take long for others to take notice of his behavior shift since leaving your apartment

Margo, Peter, and Jess were the last people at headquarters, after a long day of interrogating potential rogue variants the crew was finally successful and able to apprehend Spiderman on Earth-3360. What will happen to the young man wasn’t decided yet but catching him was a cause for celebration. The group sat around the cafeteria table sharing empanadas and Soju for a few minutes before they went back to their own universes

Margo: “Yeah Ive been in his office all day with him and Lyla and he’s barely said 2 sentences, he wasn’t even mean during interrogation. It’s like he didn’t have it in him to yell. I think he’s depressed or something.”

Peter: “I thought he was always depressed, that’s like his thing isn’t it? That’s why he’s not funny.” He joked and finished off the last empanada

Jess: “I don’t know but I need to get home, my back is killing me and I can’t deal with The Grinch any longer.” She said taking letters hand to help her up from the chair.

The group said goodnight to each other, Margo logged off and Jess went home to some much needed rest, honestly this line of work seems too dangerous for a pregnant woman. Peter made his way up to Miguel’s office, who he knew could hear the entire conversation thanks to his enhanced hearing.

Peter: “You know they’re right Miguel…” he shouted up to Miguel who was brooding on his platform

Miguel: “About what?” he asked in a condescending tone

Peter: “About you, you don’t think we’ve noticed you moping around all day. Do you wanna tell me what the deal is so you can stop pouting?” he swung onto the platform and took a seat next to Miguel, crossing his arms and sitting firm in place waiting for Miguel’s response but he was met with silence, “Is it the rogue variant? Cuz we’re not gonna let this happen again…”

Miguel: “No.”

Peter: “Miles? Gwen? Ben?”

Miguel: “No it’s none of them.” He turned his attention away from him and focused on organizing the handful of papers on his desk

Peter: “Then what is it? Is it Y/N?”

Miguel: “Did I say anything about Y/N?! Why even bring her up?!” He snapped, it was exhausting having to work and act like every terrible thing he said wasn’t weighing on his mind. Miguel couldn’t even interrogate the variant with losing focus, having to have Jess switch him out is gonna remain one of the most embarrassing points in his Spider-Man career. Peter was never a first choice for a sounding board, but it was only going to get worse for Miguel if he didn’t turn to someone for advice, because Lord knows he was terrible at handling relationship problems on his own

Miguel: “I said something bad, really really bad Peter…” he confessed. He took a seat in the chair next to him

Peter: “Do you wanna be more specific?”

Miguel: “I told her that her career was a joke. Then I called her…a replacement.” Peters eyes widened, he knew Miguel was capable of harsh words, he’d seen it first hand with Miles but this was unexpected. Especially with you, the girl he fawned over and practically stalked at work until you made the first move.

Peter: “Shit, Miguel. That’s really messed up…Did you mean it?” He asked

Miguel: “No of course not! I didn’t mean any of it, I was just frustrated. I’m not the bad guy for prioritizing my duties! She just wasn’t listening Peter, she wasn’t understanding any of what I was saying or where I was coming from. I didn’t mean what I said.”

Peter: “So why did you say it?!” Peter exclaimed

Miguel: “I DONT KNOW!”, He slouched over in his chair and cradled his head in his hands, his own words made him sick to his stomach. How he urged to tell you how guilty he was for what he said, for never being there, for making you feel like you didn’t mean anything, “I just wanted her to be quiet, everything she was saying was right but it made me feel guilty and awful. I wanted to make her feel worse than I felt. God I’m so fucking dumb…”

Peter: “You know I’m not good with this, it wasn’t long ago that I was a sad piece of shit too with a partner at home who basically couldn’t stand me. That being said, I also know that when it feels like nothing you say can make up for everything you said, and you said A LOT, maybe too much. I would never say something like that, that was insane…”

Miguel: “Peter…” he said through gritted teeth

Peter: “Sorry sorry, that being said when it feels like there’s nothing you can say that could make up for everything you said, a simple apology means more than you think it does. A real apology Miguel.” Peter looked at him, he didn’t need words to know that Peter was basically tell him to finally get his shit together.

Miguel: “What if she doesn’t accept it?”

Peter: “She will if you mean it…”

Passing buildings were a blur to Miguel, he was racing home so fast he couldn’t even focus on anything around him. While he swung from structure to structure he planned out every single thing he’d say to you, how he’s sorry for failing you in this relationship and he’d change for the both of you. He even tried to remember if there was still cinnamon in the spice cabinet so he could make you your favorite comfort drink, champurrado.

Miguel soon landed on the fire escape outside your apartment, you made a habit of leaving the curtains open for him so he could see if you were up or not and now it was an involuntary part of your routine. He peeked inside and saw you sleeping peacefully on your bed, hoping to come join you he tried to open the window but it wasn’t budging.

‘Had you locked it on purpose?’ He thought to himself, no you couldn’t have, you always left in unlocked for him. But when he saw the book you had used to block the window from being moved he panicked. Miguel knocked on your window, frantic and desperate

Miguel: “Y/N! Y/N! Unlock the window!” He pleaded. His knocking stirred you out of your sleep and you sat up in your bed, your puffy eyes on full display. When you finally looked over at him you were emotionless just as he was to you, it terrified him seeing you look at him with no longing or affection

Miguel: “Let me in…please cariño”, he begged

You were so tired, you were so tired of wondering why your boyfriend left you to question his love for you and now after tonight you know why. You stood face to face with him, the window still a barrier between you and him. It ate away at you but you couldn’t stand another night asking yourself why you weren’t getting the love you deserved. You had your answer and you didn’t need Miguel around anymore, not if you were going to be another substitute for what was missing.

Miguel: “Y/N…Y/N please wait!—

You closed the curtain in his face and went back to bed but it didn’t stop his knocking and pleading, begging for you to let him in and mend what he broke. It continued for an hour until you were convinced he eventually gave up and left. Him being gone finally gave you a chance to break down once again into your sheets, but Miguel sat on the fire escape listening to every choked out sob and hiccup you let out. Every painful cry the he caused you and now he wondered if he’d ever be able to fix it.

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 016

*makes my return, all the things she said plays in the background, holds up women’s championship* HEYYY GUYS.

AGHGHGHG. that’s basically how i feel about this chapter. there’s a lot going on but at the same time everything is awesome. decided to just put attitude out first smh im already late asf on everything WHY NOT⁉️ i hate tumblr. sorry if this seems short i was scared to even post this bruh

now ik u guys are wondering. some superstars randomly disappeared (coughEDGEcough) but they’ll be back soon lmao..including more superstar appearances like nwo, eddie, all that jazz.

You feel okay.

Like you’re hanging off the edge of a cliff. There is no way to get back up. Your only choice is to fall down.

You’re laying on the floor of the locker room. Nothing could ever replicate the feeling of Raven’s touch. No, nothing could ever replicate his presence.

You’re not even sure if you have the energy to go out for any matches anymore.

The sound of banging at your door doesn’t make you jolt even a little bit. Austin’s voice behind it doesn’t make you move a muscle either.

“Open this damn door!”

You still make no moves, instead tilting your head upward. The room is upside down. But the feeling of blood rushing towards your head feels fantastic.

After a few more minutes of banging, the door eventually comes off its hinges.

Wow. He actually took the door down this time!

You smile seeing not only Austin, but Debra coming into the room. There’s a cameraman right behind them, so you figure you have to play things up a bit.

“The hell’s gotten into ya’?!” He yells. There’s a scowl on his face but it only makes you laugh. “I don’t think this shit is funny...”

“[Name], I’m very concerned about you…” Debra trails off nervously. “You were rude to me earlier and Doctor Smiley said your session went terribly.”

Austin decides to yank you up off of the floor. All you have is a goofy smile on your face. He narrows his eyes at you. “Ya’ got anything to say?”

“I’ve never, ever, felt so alive.” You answer, voice calm and collected. “I think Doctor Smiley’s classes were enlightening. However…I’m sorry, Debra. If we’re being honest, Austin’s the one who started it. It was such a cruel, cruel attack on Raven, who was only participating in the exercise. I feel like Raven did no wrong. I feel like he does no wrong whatsoever.”

For a moment, the other two look at you in confusion, before brushing it off. Debra looks over at Austin and crosses her arms. “Do you have anything to say about this?”

Austin scoffed. “Listen, the guy was gettin’ a little too handsy. You would’ve done somethin’ too.” He doesn’t exactly apologize. “That ain’t the point. Chris Jericho’s my opponent tonight and ya need to get it together before we lose again. Do whatever ya’ can to help me out.”

You nod, the liveliness slowly coming back. “Of course! We won’t lose. There’s no way we’d lose.” For a moment, you feel like you’re back to your mood from earlier tonight. Just full of happiness and excitement to be here.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. Totally don’t know what got into me. Listen, I’ll distract the referee or something!”

Debra seems fine with your apology, walking over to you with a frown. “Sweetie, let me fix you up a bit..” She tries to fluff your hair with her fingers, then dusts off your shirt a bit. If only she had an iron... “There’s dark circles under your eyes! Did you get any sleep last night?”

You thought you did. You wonder if earlier might’ve………….

“And pull your pants up, you look like Lita.” She points out.

“I’d look cute with Lita’s style though.” You sigh, pulling them up.

“The hell you would.” Austin cuts in. “I’m gonna get changed. Ya’ have 5 minutes to meet me in gorilla. I’m leavin’ if you’re not there.”

“Okay.” You give a thumbs up as he exits the now doorless room.

Debra gave you a small smile. “You can tell me anything, you know.” She says. “It doesn’t make sense for you to be so…you know. What happened after I saw you?”

“I’m just nervous.” You quickly say. “I uh, I keep hearing that I’m going to get a match at Vengeance. I’m not sure how to feel.”

“I see. Don’t let it bother you too much. I’m sure you’ll give whoever you’re going against what’s coming to them. I don’t want you walking around like you don’t have any sense.” Debra comes over one more time to make sure you look presentable.

“I’m frustrated with you two…but all I can ask is that you two try your best.”

Just as she asked, you’ll do your very best.

RAW IS WAR // 8:49 PM

The sound of glass shattering was your cue. You follow right behind Austin, waving to the crowd as you go. You probably weren’t supposed to, but oh well.

Austin quickly gets into the ring and starts attacking Jericho with strikes. You want to hop on the ring apron for a closer look, but instead you stay outside of the ring. Austin irish-whips Jericho into the ropes but the latter clambers out to get some air.

Not for long though. You turn him around and slap him, reminiscent of a couple nights ago. Austin comes out and shoves Jericho into the corner of the steel steps.

He gives him a few chops on the chest and turns towards you. “Hit ‘em!”

You’d be more than happy to! You lick your hand before tearing it back and slapping him across the chest as hard as you could. The crowd sitting nearby winces at the loud sound.

You shake your hand out with a smile and smack him one more time before he falls to the ground in pain.

Austin takes back the reins, pulling Jericho up and slamming him into the guardrail.

That was enlivening! All you can do is laugh. Bringing him pain was the highlight of your night. You hope there’s more opportunities to rough him up.

Back into the ring they go. You’re on the outside, watching ever so carefully. The more you watch them go, the more you take notes. You think Austin’s wrestling style is a bit too hard hitting for you, but it’s still good to learn.

Austin attempts to hit Jericho with a stunner, but the latter reverses and tries hitting him with his own stunner. It fails, and Austin takes him down with a double leg sweep.

You jump for joy as Austin starts twisting him over into the Walls of Jericho. This is fantastic! Your partner has been on fire all night! He didn’t even need your help right now.

But alas, the moment is short lived as Jericho reaches over to the ropes, grabbing it and causing the referee to make Austin drop the hold.

Jericho was holding onto that bottom rope for dear life, so you come over and smack his hands. “Let go of the ropes!”

Austin stomps on his back and you take a step away. You could hear someone from the crowd call your name, so you turn on your heel to face them.

The girl from the crowd seems star struck, but nervously waves at you. You wave back. It wasn’t over, the girl ushers you to come closer.

She raises her voice so you can hear her. “D-Do you think you’ll get the Women’s Championship?”

That was a good question.

“I don’t know! You think I should go for it?” You have a big smile on your face, one that makes her feel more relaxed. “What’s wrong with Trish and the Championship?”

“I don’t really like Trish….” She admits. “I think you’re just the coolest! You’re awesome! Oh, hey, do you have a crush on Jeff Hardy?!”

It’s the nicest thing you’ve heard all night from a fan. “Thank you!” You exclaim. “Listen, Trish is a good champion though!” You’re not sure how to reply to the Jeff comment, after all, Raven is your one and only! “Mmm, I’m not sure.”

Jericho is getting the better of Austin in the ring. This time, he tries pulling him into the Walls of Jericho as revenge for earlier.

Turning your attention back to the ring, you felt scared. You hope he doesn’t tap out. Just incase, you hop onto the ring apron in an attempt to get the referee’s attention.

“Hey!” You call, giving a wave. “Over here!” You make a fuss long enough for Austin to crawl over to the ropes and grab it. Once you notice he’s got it, you jump off. The referee yells at Jericho to release his hold.

He does, dragging Austin to the center of the ring and tries to put him in the submission again. Luckily, Austin kicks him right in his face.

Jericho staggers for a moment, but gives the finger to Austin as he’s still down on the mat. He instead runs over to the ropes and jumps off to try and give him a moonsault, but Austin rolls out of the way and Jericho lands on his feet.

Austin recovers much to your relief, and before you knew it, he hits the stunner on Jericho. Just like that, you hear the crowd scream “1, 2, 3!”

The match was over!

You’re almost brought to tears. Even commentary refers to this win as something you’ve both needed. You roll into the ring, excitedly jumping up and down before holding your hands up.

Austin hesitates for a minute, unsure with what you were doing at first, but gives you a high five with both hands once he realizes. He then walks over to the side and catches two beers that were thrown at him.

He cracks one open and tosses another to you. You crack it open with ease. Now, you weren’t a big beer drinker, but the swig you took was the sweet taste of victory.

This is a night that we all deserve!

RAW IS WAR // 9:01 PM

“That was awesome!” You yell, turning over to Austin. The camera pans over to you. “You won! No, we really won! I mean, when you hit that stunner, it was like BAM! Jericho didn’t even know what was coming to him! He tried it, then you got back at him! Like ugh!!!!”

Austin gives you a smile, a genuine one. He finishes his last bit of beer. “Hell yeah we did.”

Debra claps her hands for you two. “You two were wonderful tonight. Congratulations!”

“I say we go to McDonald’s!” You recommend. “In celebration! I can drive!” As you head down the hallway, you stop suddenly stop in your tracks.

“Ohhh my god.” You mutter, hitting Austin’s shoulder. “OHH MY GOD!!”

“What’s the problem??” He yanked away from you, a confused look on his face.

“Look! Down the hallway!!” You point. “That’s Bret fucking Hart!” You were completely starstruck, hell, completely in awe. The crowd too, popping for the mention of his name. “Oh my god.” You wanted an autograph. You wanted an autograph bad. Really bad.

Austin doesn’t even know what to say at first. For the first time in a while, he’s speechless. All he can do is laugh. “Ya’ serious?”

Debra gasps. “Oh my! We are in Canada after all, no wonder he’s hanging around. I can’t remember the last time I saw him…”

You’re still freaking out. “Holy shit. I think going to faint. It’s really him!”

The Rattlesnake realizes that you are indeed serious. He points a finger towards the Hitman. “You’re a fan of him? …Debra, you seein’ this shit?”

Debra hits his shoulder lightly. “Let the girl have this. He’s a good wrestler! Good man, too.” Austin crosses his arms and she threw her hands up in defense. “What? I’m just saying.”

He scoffed. “I’m your husband, god damnit.”

“I’ve seen a lot of your matches with him! In Your House was my favorite one!” You hoped you looked good, instinctively straightening out your shirt. It’s safe to say you’ve always had a TINY crush on Bret Hart.

Just a tiny one. He’s very inspiring!

“I really want to go say hi.” You say.

“Go ahead.” Debra lightly pushes you. “We’ll wait for you right here.”

Austin looks like he’s going through all five stages of grief in one fell swoop. “I need to take a blood pressure test. Debra, where’s the cuff link?”

The woman rolls her eyes at him, but you take a deep breath and head towards Bret. You need to hype yourself up. Make it seem like you’re really cool. You take a deep breath as the camera follows you over to his spot.

“Hi…!” You wave.

He turns around curiously, giving you a warm smile at the sight of you. You’re feeling lightheaded, good god. “Hey, how are you? Do I know you?”

“I’m greood! I mean, I’m great, good!” You inwardly curse at yourself for mushing your words together. You were nervous as hell. “No, you don’t know me. I’m [Name], a WWF wrestler. But I know you! You’re Bret Hart, and I’m a really big fan.”

“Really now?” He grins. “You’re really a fan? “Now that I think about it, I may have saw one of your matches as I was watching Raw. If you’re who I think you are, you’ve got some spunk to you.”

“Thanks! Stone Cold Steve Austin said the same thing to me, actually.” You say. “I’m like, his supporter or something. I’m just here.”

“He’s right.” He confirmed. “I think you’re a star in the making. You keep up the good work, you’ll win a title in no time.”

“I really want to. Gonna do the best I can with what I got for now.” It makes you think back to what that fan said. If you went for a title, you’d sure that she’d be elated. “I totally didn’t know you were going to be here! I-I mean I know we’re in Canada but oh my god. Are you wrestling tonight?”

“Don’t plan to. Maybe a promo or two.” Bret says. “I’m taking a bit of a break from wrestling, waiting for the right time to lace up my boots again.”

“Totally understandable.”

It’s quiet between you two before he puts a hand in his pocket, sliding out a pink pair of glasses. “Hey, I don’t suppose a big fan of mine would enjoy a souvenir?”

Was he going to give those glasses to you??? You look at him eagerly. Fuck yes, you’d enjoy a souvenir! “I don’t have a pen on me though.” You say. Even if he couldn’t sign it, you were just thrilled to even get something from him.

“That’s fine. If anyone asks, you can just tell them talk to me.” He reassured, sliding them on your face.

The clicking of heels makes you look over with a smile. Debra’s rushing over to you two with a disposable camera. “How cute! C’mon, let me get a picture. For the memories!”

“Can I get a hug?” You blurt out.

Bret nods. “Bring it in.” He puts his arms around you and you feel like you’ve just accomplished all your goals. That’s it.

….You’re keeping that picture for the rest of your life.

RAW IS WAR // 9:05 PM

“Looking sharp!”

Your compliment makes RVD turn around, shooting you finger guns at the same time. He had his Hardcore Championship around his arms, completely drenched in sweat from his match.

You were going to give him a hug, but he was a little too sweaty for your taste. “You need a towel?”

“Two, probably.” He nods. There are quite a few sitting on a makeup vanity nearby, so you grab two and hand it over as requested.

Seeing him with one title confused you. “You won? Where’s that European title?”

“Yup. They changed the rules a little…Christian didn’t lose his title. I didn’t lose mine either.”

“That’s confusing.” You didn’t get why. Well, if they didn’t want to change it, they didn’t want to change it, oh well. “Whatever. Congratulations!” You cheer.

Again, you’d hug him, but you didn’t feel like changing at the moment. He’s still kinda sweaty!

“Thanks.” He holds his hand up for a high five, and you’re willing to give him one. Woohoo! Hopefully you’d be able to talk to him later. If there’s any tag team match, you’d definitely want him as your partner again.

A couple of minutes later, you find yourself back in gorilla awaiting Trish and The Rock. You were a little earlier than expected, so the Women’s Champion arriving first wasn’t a shocker.

“[Name], you’re early!” Trish chimes. “I’m glad you’re here though. I’m really scared. I hope we can win tonight.”

“I told you, I’ll be here to help! I’ll make it end in disqualification if I have to.” You reassure, taking her hand into yours. “Mr. McMahon is going to get what’s coming to him, I promise. I think his little club is disgusting and he needs a taste of his own medicine……Trish?”

“Yeah?”

“…I’m gonna kick our boss in the nuts.”

Trish couldn’t even respond before she fell into a fit of laughter. “No! Don’t do that. Actually, you’re more than welcome to. You wouldn’t believe the things he’s made me do. Bark like a dog…embarrassed me by dumping guck onto me with Stephanie and William Regal…”

“Don’t even get me started on Stephanie.” You groan. “She’s a witch.” You were lucky enough to have not seen her after your match. “Maybe Chris Jericho was onto something. I mean, bottom feeding trashbag hoe….what a choice of words.”

“You know, you two would be an unstoppable duo if you two became friends.” Trish points out. “I think it’d really work out!”

“Over my dead body. I’m not becoming friends with that egotistic self-absorbed asshole.” You roll your eyes, letting go of her hand.

Trish relents, letting out a sharp breath of air. “..Oookay! Maybe you guys should have a promo going back and forth….”

“You ladies look like you’re having a good time.”

The voice of The Rock makes you look over. You easily give a thumbs up. “Absolutely! Hello, Rocky!”

“….” He doesn’t know how to feel about your little nickname, but goes with it anyway. “Hey. Heard you were on our side tonight. The Rock appreciates that.”

It’s kinda weird to hear him talk in third person, but you roll with it too.

“Of course! I was just telling Trish that Mr. McMahon was gonna get what’s coming to him. You’re gonna win!”

And if luck is on your side, tonight would still be your night.

YAHHH READER GETTIN IN THE MIX! IF THIS POSTED.. WOOHOO!!! split it up again im sorry but this really was just a test run, sorry if it’s a little all over the place grrr.

anyone down for a battle of words with jericho? im sorry but reader would eat him up so quickly

to make it better. i give you more raven in the next bit. and this time i will elaborate on why triple h gave reader lingerie LMAO

[koishua]

TXT REACTING TO YOU GIVING THEM A ROSE ON THE STREETS.

NOTES FROM VIE: ik this is very very random im sorry 💀 i was inspired by a social experiment on yt smh and it probably doesn't make any sense but oh well 🙄

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YEONJUN ᝬ

please 😭 you'd run up to him with a single rose in your hand and tap on his shoulders for him to look at you, confused

and then you'd quickly hand him the flower and sprint away as fast as you could

and-

no i am DEVESTATED ;-; he would be like, "eh? 😟" and like, call after you

but he doesn't even know your name and he'd be standing there with a shy and giddy smile

BECAUSE SOMEONE GAVE HIM A DE-THORNED ROSE AND THATS SO CUTE

he had never received an actual one before, so he'd definitely walk by the same road every time he could to hopefully get a glimpse of you again ;-;-;-;

REST OF THE MEMBERS UNDER THE CUT !

SOOBIN ᝬ

mans would probably be with his bestieboo yeonjun and like, fashionably walking down some random crowded street

and towering over everyone per usual, duh

and it's difficult to keep track of everything but then you come up to him, sliding in between the crowd to catch up

and call his name so he strains his neck to find your

and then you'd look at him and suddenly, once you managed to make it to him, the entire world stops just for the two of you and as if time itself had stopped

and you'd wordlessly give him your rose and disappear into the crowd

AND HE'D BE STUCK IN HIS OWN WORLD FOR SO LONG IN AWE THAT HE'D LOSE YOU 😭✋ and he definitely screams don't @ me y'all

rip to his sleeping schedule. you're all he thinks of day and night 🙄

BEOMGYU ᝬ

no but he is chaos in human form. he will make it seem like you're proposing to him 😩

see, you'd just creep behind him and like, randomly give him a rose out of nowhere without even introducing yourself first which is rude smh

"here, you look like you'd look nice with a flower-"

AND HE'D BE FLABBERGASTED and he would yelp.

like, deadass let out an "eEp—😳😳😳"

and like, his friend would look at him weirdly and like, laugh in the sidelines

gyu'd be like, "you're really giving me this?? 😫"

would pretty much think that he found someone to bring back home to his parents 🙌

TAEHYUN ᝬ

best believe he is a kind and calm gentleman on the outside.

yes ladies and gents and everyone in between or out.

kang taehyun is a prince and shall receive his gifts as such; with high manners and class 😩✋

he'd be like, "why thank you :)"

and like, not give much of an external reaction.....

but we all know how much of a softie he is like??? HAVE YOU SEEN THAT LIVE OF HIM STUTTERING BECAUSE OF GYU'S PICKUP LINE???

yeah his heart is on a race y'all.

knees go weak after you leave him alone, merrily going on your way

HUENINGKAI ᝬ

is terrible with romance wbk 💀 and as confident he is and as much as he likes to obnoxiously (playfully) compliment himself about his charms....

he is not good at this lmfao

starts to laugh like crazy bc he doesn't know how to react

like, his usual contagious cackle 💥 but then puberty stuff would happen and his laugh would turn demonically deep like that one v-live with soobin 👹

and it brings you to tears

y'all on the ground

y'all dying bc no air (yes tbz pun intended-) in lungs 😭 help-

you had intended on being all mysterious and dropping off your rose but just ended up howling on the ground with him and his gosh darn amazing laugh and making a new bestie

[song-script-blog]

Feel Special by Twice

Ik that I randomly stopped updating I’m sorry but I’m back now with Twice. 

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It’s just one of those days

When I feel lonelier within my heart

When I feel like I don’t belong anywhere

My heads low

I’m looking for someone else to come to me

Whenever those days get here

You tell me just how

How precious I am

That someone will always cherish me

Everything’s alright

Going from nobody

Made into somebody 

I become special to me

You make me feel special

No matter how the world tries to bring me lower

Even when the hurtful words all stab me

I’m always smiling when you come near

That’s what you do

Again I feel special

One moment I feel like I'm nothing at all

Like no one would notice if I disappear

But I can hear your voice calling me

I feel loved

I feel so special 

(Mina go off)

I just want to hide away from this

Don’t want to face the world like this

As if everything has lost the meaning 

As if I have lost my own meaning

I sit still and wait for you to come to me

But then you appeared

With warming smiles

You held your hand out to take me away

Everything’s alright

Going from nobody

Made into somebody 

I become special to me

You make me feel special

No matter how the world tries to bring me lower

Even when the hurtful words all stab me

I’m always smiling when you come near

That’s what you do

Again I feel special

One moment I feel like I'm nothing at all

Like no one would notice if I disappear

But I can hear your voice calling me

I feel loved

I feel so special

You make everything alright

On a cloudy day

You make all of the sunshine

You create a big shining light

That’s what you do

Even when the darkness turns into day

I owe it to you

Because you make me feel

You make me feel special

No matter how the world tries to bring me lower

Even when the hurtful words all stab me

I’m always smiling when you come near

That’s what you do

Again I feel special

One moment I feel like I'm nothing at all

Like no one would notice if I disappear

But I can hear your voice calling me

I feel loved

I feel so special

[akatokuro]

The Inevitable StS Rewatch, Episodes 31-35

YES, I AM STILL MAD ABOUT SHUN!!!!!

- Even though Saori isn't a fighter, I'm glad she feels like part of the team in scenes like this! Shun telling her to watch over Seiya and her "understood" response, hnngggg.

- Recent events must be wild from Saga's POV (uncluttered with confused early filler and misunderstood lore.) There's no way for him to even be sure if Aiolos is really dead at this point, is there? I think you could easily swing a similar setup to the anime with Saga recently becoming paranoid and more brutal ever since the Galaxian Wars aired on TV, even taking out the "oh no everything changed when the pope's evil brother attacked!"

- It's not a big deal, but every time stuff like the steel ball-wielding Saint or the frisbee Saint pop up, I'm just like... WHAT HAPPENED TO ATHENA FORBIDDING WEAPONS, GUYS? has anyone told dohko that these jerks are stepping on his territory?

- hyouga and shun sure are married. in other news, water wet, sky blue, etc etc

- Hi again, Ikki! Nice to see you back and at least 80% more in character? Still a little too specifically protective of Saori but a big improvement from the last time you were here, at least!

- I MEAN, HANGING OFF EITHER ENDS OF A CHAIN ON A TREE BRANCH CAN BE A LEGIT DATE, TOO, HYOSHUN!

- "Oi, Shun! Oi!" hnnnngggggg, and then telling Shun to go up first, hnnnnggggg. swan may be a dumbass but he is a very sweet boyfriend

- Something about these two as a duo, even - or maybe even especially - lurking in the background together is so fucking charming. I think part of what makes the HyoShun feel oddly real even at this stage is Hyouga's weird insistence on saying Shun's name at every opportunity...? But they really do have this natural chemistry where they feel especially, quietly fond of each other.

- headless ikki is hilarious

- "Heh, if Shun and Hyouga can't survive getting thrown off a cliff on their own, they're losers anyway. Let's beat it" ah yes now there's the ikki i know and love!

- saori nooooooo!

- By the time she officially assumes her role at Sanctuary, Saori definitely hates herself. It's pretty painful seeing that process really get going in these past few eps.

- Once again, as always, Hyouga comes across as really attentive to Shun. Something about the emphasis on the shot of Hyouga lifting his eyes to him before turning to Shun and addressing him directly when he didn't really need to. The charming thing about Hyouga is that yes, he puffs himself up, but he's also 100% earnest all the time - he doesn't feel self-conscious or defensive about his attentiveness or concern for Shun, either.

- Oh right, the Ikki backstory that for some reason they kicked to the present while cutting Shaka's role. That is a shame. This is one of those things in my grotesque Frankenstein-like personal Saint Seiya canon where the manga version does win out.

- I'M PRETTY SURE THE SETTING WITH ESMERALDA'S DEATH WAS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT IN THE ORIGINAL FLASHBACK...? I MEAN, OKAY, BUT...

- I feel like ordinarily I would be really annoyed by what a flat "I solely exist to make sad doe eyes and then be fridged" female character Esmeralda is, but the whole thing with "teehee, did you mistake me for your little brother again!" "Yeah, you look exactly like him!" "Teeheehee!" is so fucking weird it just drains me of all capacity to be potentially outraged...

- I ENJOY HYOUGA JUST CASUALLY INCLUDING HIMSELF AS ACCOMPANYING SHUN ON HIS IKKI INVESTIGATION LIKE IT'S THE MOST OBVIOUS THING.

- Between this and his boyfriend's complex about his dead mom......... Shun sure has a hard life..........

- And now we're into Shiryuu's filler arc! Considering how weird the manga-anime relationship in StS is and how both fed into and revised each other, is it unreasonable to assume that Kurumada saw this set of episodes and went: "Tiger-themed character to contrast Shiryuu's dragon... Ohko... Ohko... Ohko........... d......ohko...? DOHKO......? WHOA YES NAILED IT"

- I do like the contrast in this episode between Shiryuu presenting a calm facade and "it'll be okay, any one of us would have done it" to the other Bronzies, but here in private he's having violent nightmares and obviously struggling with what's happened to him.

- I feel so sorry for Shunrei. Her body language and expressions here tell you a lot about the quiet frustration and anguish that she keeps pinned down under that gentle, supportive face. Hm, you and your future husband do have that in common, I suppose, Shunrei...

- It's still hard to see Shiryuu taking his frustrations out on Shunrei, though. Uncool, my dude.

- It's also hard to see Shunrei implicitly devaluing herself and "accepting" that her concern isn't enough to move Shiryuu on its own by bringing up Seiya and the others in order to motivate him - and then catching herself for letting an edge get into her voice.

- Seiya, his weird early entry from the filler is over. Ikki gonna Ik. Best to just accept it, the way his younger brother mostly does...

- Hey, is this the first time Seiya belts out his "Saori-san"? An exciting occassion!

- I do think it's interesting and nice in the wider context that Saori comes to Ikki's defense here - both understanding that Saori is privately blaming herself for what happened to Shiryuu and Seiya, and knowing that Ikki is also incredibly damaged for things that she and her grandfather was responsible for. Ikki is fucked up and can't communicate well because of things Saori was complicit in, so yes, it's appropriate that she at least urge others to be understanding of him.

- kurumada flying bythe seat of his pants jokes aside ohko is a bad character sorry

- Seiya/Shiryuu fans must have been veeeeeery happy about this setup with Seiya searching for the magic water...

- It must have taken a ton of courage and frustration for Shunrei to finally "snap" a bit and be honest about what she wants like this. Shunrei is in a painful position where she can't hate Sainthood and what it does to her loved ones, per se - because she was raised by Dohko and owes everything to Saints and has been basically indoctrinated into the SAINTS = NOBLE AND GOOD worldview as well - but it still tears her apart to see Shiryuu volunteer himself to get ripped to shreds, and hate himself and see himself as lesser if he can't do that. So she mostly just locks everything inside.

- I like her including "Seiya and the others will understand!" too, because it reflects her desperation and how much thought she’s quietly put into this.

- She's right, by the way, Shiryuu. You could be so happy with her. You are sort of unique amongst most of the Saints in that you really do have the capacity to find a good life outside of the Sainthood and be happy. RETIRE, GODDAMMIT. (Next Dimension made me a little bit upset, can you tell?)

- Considering Shunrei's courage in putting herself out there in a way she almost never dares to, it really sucks to see Shiryuu just totally reject her in a pretty cruel way. I get that he's hurting, but VERY uncool, man.

- And then Shunrei begging Dohko for help, and just getting "LOL THIS IS THE DESTINY OF SOMEONE WHO LIVES AS A SAINT!" Like, I think Shiryuu is a good guy, but really, Shunrei probably deserves a lot better than a Saint, period.

- And then Ohko and Shiryuu have a shounen fight where Shiryuu regains his self-confidence and Ohko finally grasps the meaning of true strength blah blah blah. Wow, Shunrei really was the most interesting part of this arc, huh?

- All the mumbling Dohko does in these eps about "I must return to my task" is weirdly hilarious to me, though. Like... what, did you take a break from watching the seal for a while? DID YOU LET RHADAMANTHYS SLIP OUT FROM UNDER THE WATERFALL TO OBSERVE THIS DUEL OR

- and then aiolos randomly decides that he wants to take a bath, trolling both graude and sanctuary alike. sure.jpg

- Shiryuu, you stupid fuck. You absolute dumbass. You moron. You could be so, so, so happy. Goddammit, Shiryuu.

- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, MU

- KIKI IS FUCKING EIGHT YEARS OLD. you didn't leave him a note? did you leave him out food? i love the implication that mu disappeared because he's laying low since sanctuary's mooks are probably after him. YOU DIDN'T THINK IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO WARN KIKI ABOUT THIS?

- ESPECIALLY SINCE A SANCTUARY MOOK DOES ACTUALLY SHOW UP LOOKING FOR MU WHEN KIKI IS THERE AND SEIYA HAS TO SAVE HIM?

- and then we spent an entire filler episode watching seiya climb a mountain and punch birds.

- next episode: HE HAS ARRIVED AT LAST. IT'S MILO TIME MOTHERFUCKERS

[catgirlforkaeya]

hey y’all, ik it’s been awhile and once again i’m sorry for randomly disappearing. september is a rlly bad month for me mentally and i’ve been dealing w some more health issues so between the two i just cannot find the motivation to write 🥲 with halloween coming up hopefully i’ll be able to throw in some stuff for that tho. hopefully i can get back to writing soon again

[flushed-feels]

Not just another high school play || Crush Imagine

Pairing : you / your crush

Warnings : cursing (will probs be in all of my imagines sorry), light fluff, mushy stuff (ish)

Word count : 1,295

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The paintbrush accidentally falls from my hand and onto the stage with a plop. Oh shit! I run to the supply closet and grab drop cloths to wipe it up with quickly, looking around to make sure my director isn't witnessing the mess that is me.

Not just another high school play. That's the high school play were doing this year. And I, as lucky as I am, am playing the part of actress number one while also living a double life as the set design manager.

Today is the day before the first show and everyone's freaking out, as per usual. Most people are back stage, getting fitted and practicing their lines. Some are even getting their makeup done already. But me, yes, me, I'm the only one actually doing anything productive. There was a last minute mix up and I have to repaint a whole slide, by myself. Well, for now. Y/f should be here anytime to take over for me so I can go get ready.

Y/c, my crush who works in the construction area (ik hot) walks by to see me cleaning the floor suspiciously and laughs.

"Aw, did you drop another paint brush?" He's teasing me, obviously. That's what we have, a love hate relationship.

"Possibly." I avoid eye contact at all costs. Behind his chunky glasses, he has these bright green eyes and I just know that if I look up I might start stuttering again. And how pathetic would that be?

"Clumsy clumsy y/n" he tsks, shaking his head disapprovingly before leaving me alone on the stage.

I let out a sigh of relief when he's finally gone, happy I made it through that without completely embarrassing myself. Adding the finishing touches to the slide, I nod in approval. The doors to the school suddenly fly open and I glance over to see who entered.

One look at the duo and I'm gone. Bolting, I run backstage. I slightly open the door and slide in to see that it's completely empty.

Where the legit fuck did everyone go? No joke, five seconds ago everyone was back here. It was so crowded I could barely move, or breath really!

As if reading my thoughts, Y/c suddenly appears next to me, leaning up against the hallway wall, "Most of them moved to the hallway by the locker room because it was too crowded."

"Ohh, and where did Miss Fille go?" I lean back against the wall opposite him, so that we're facing each other.

"She went to get pizza."

"Finally, I'm so hungry I could eat a small animal." 

He's laughing when I hear the voice of my worst enemy from outside of the hallway. Whom I may have possibly pissed off earlier today and am now completely ignoring. Thus the running away from the stage.

"Oh shit." I crack the door to the makeup closet and turn around to face my handsome companion, "I'm not here."

"Wait what?" With a confused look on his face, he approaches the closet, where I'm trying to hide.

"Kaitie an-"

I'm cut off my the sound of the door knob jiggling.

"No time to explain." I grab his hand and pull him into the closet, shutting the door softly behind me.

"Ya know, if you wanted to be in a closet alone with me you could've just waited until later. Logan's hav-"

"Shhh," I press my finger against his lips. His soft, plump, luxurious, dang it I'm off task again! That's when it hits me what he just said, "wait what?" I whisper.

"I may have possibly asked Logan to rig the games at his party tonight so we could be together."

"What, why?" Even though he can't see me, I hope my cheeks aren't completely red from the news that he might actually like me.

"Y/n, I really like you."

"Really?"

"A lot actually."

The smile spreads on my face by accident and I can feel my cheeks turning red.

"I like you too."

"Seriously? Like you're not just messing with me?" He comes to life beside me and for a second I forget why were here in the first place.

Giggling to myself I slightly shush him, "No, I'm not messing with you. I just didn't think you liked me back."

His hand reaches out to grab mine and I can't help the butterflies filling my stomach as he intertwines our fingers. He tugs on my hand to pull me closer and my the smile on my face turns into an ear to ear grin.

One hand around my waist and the other intertwined with mine, he leans in, his lips just barely hovering over mine when I lean in to meet him in the middle.

My lips crash into his and the fireworks start exploding. Not literally, but you get what I'm saying. Our lips move in sync, slow and soft, almost like we're testing the waters. I let go of his hand and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He moves his hands down to my waist, goosebumps appear on my skin as he pulls me against him.

The kiss intensifies as his tongue slips into my mouth. I absent mindlessly moan into the kiss and this clearly gives him some confidence as he detaches our lips and starts to leave rough kisses on my neck. I try my hardest not to moan, knowing anybody could be outside of the closet. Though this proves difficult as he starts to nibble on the sensitive skin. I run my fingers through his hair and tug slightly at his blond ends, earning a groan in return.

Our lips reconnect and we're both leaning into each other, needing more. My back hits one of the closet walls with a soft 'oomph' as he leans over me, supported by the wall behind me.

He's pushed up against me and yet my arms are wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. An accidental moan slips out of my mouth when we're so rudely interrupted.

"Pizzas here!" It's Nate, and he sounds far away but that's how it works when you have a loud voice.

We pull apart and I make sure to tug on his bottom lip with my teeth slightly.

He groans, leaning down to leave butterfly kisses on my neck.

"So, Logan's party..." He mumbles it between kisses and I don't have to see his face to know there's a joking smirk etched across it.

“Maybe we should think about how were gonna get out of here before we start thinking about that." I whisper lightly.

He mumbles an agreement against my neck and the vibrations send chills through my body.

Beep beep

He pulls away and rests an arm on the wall behind me, propping himself up to watch me pull my phone out.

I squint at the bright light but see I have multiple messages from Lexie

From: Y/f

Um, where are you?

From: Y/f

I'm just going to start putting things up, you finished the slide??

From: Y/f

Okay so Kaitie says you were here but then randomly disappeared, are you okay? Were you kidnapped?????

"Follow me, I think I've got this." He grabs my hand and creeps the door open slightly. Looking through the crack, he decides it's good enough and opens the door wide enough for us to get out.

Nobody is backstage, they’re probably eating pizza or something. Still holding my hand, he starts to lead me out of the drama hallway when I catch my reflection in the mirror in the prop room.

My hair is okay but my face is completely flushed and my lips are obviously swollen. The icing on the cake is the small, purple mark on my neck. Just great.

[whats-the-wish-of-your-life]

Every First, Every Last (Part 1)

"No, it's in the left patch in the front," Saram chuckled as Dong Kyung searched for the car key with both of her hands, deliberately lingering inside his back pockets.

She was grinning while looking up at him as she slid one hand inside the front patch of his jeans, as he instructed.

"Yeogi?" She asked playfully.

"My left, not your left."

"Yeogi?"

"Eoh," Saram nodded, wishing he had a free hand. "Having fun yet?"

Dong Kyung's smile only widened as she tried to feel the key, while Saram tipped his head backwards as he held his breath.

Not that he was complaining, but why was his wife so frisky this morning?

But he was carrying a couple of huge paper bags that were filled with clothes and some shoes, which they were to drop at a charity event that was arranged by Joo Ik's company. And since he didn't have any free hands, his wife volunteered to get the car keys from his pocket. And she was surely taking her sweet time doing just that, just as they were about to step out of the house.

When finally, Dong Kyung fished out the keys, she scrunched up her nose then tiptoed and gave Saram a quick kiss on the mouth.

"Found it," she giggled then turned around to march towards the door.

But Saram was hot having it. How could she stir him up like that and not expect him to retaliate?

So before she could take another step, Saram dropped the paper bags on the floor and lightly grabbed her wrist as he hinged one arm around her stomach and spun her gently so she was facing him.

"Eodigaseyo?" He asked with an impish grin while he pushed the door behind her.

"Outside," she squinted, trying to stifle a grin, but hugging him like a baby panda on a bamboo culm.

"You think it will make things less dangerous?"

"Eoh. It's very dangerous to be in an enclosed space with you."

"Then why did you kiss me like that, if you weren't looking for danger?"

Dong Kyung cleared her throat and turned her gaze on her husband's forehead. She was kidding herself if she thought she could look at him squarely for that long.

"Ya, we're going to be late. We only have 30 minutes to get there," Dong Kyung attempted to deflect the topic.

"Oh trust me. At this rate we won't need 30 minutes," Saram snickered, brushing the tip of his nose against hers.

"Ya! Stop fooling --"

Saram cut her off by swiftly covering her lips with his mouth and her arms automatically folded around his shoulders as she tiptoed to reach him better. But instead of bending down, Saram scooped her up and carried her to the living room.

"We haven't done it here yet, have we?" He asked in jest between butterfly kisses as he sat down on the leather couch, with Dong Kyung on his lap.

"Does the floor count?" Dong Kyung retorted with a giggle, while kissing him playfully.

Saram halted for a moment, pretending to try and recall. "Oh that's right. We didn't make it to the couch."

"Ya!"

"What?"

"You don't have to be too specific with those things," she blushed.

"How do you still get flustered when I talk like this while you kiss me randomly all the time?"

"I don't do that."

"Get flustered or kiss me randomly?"

"Kiss you randomly."

"You just did it at the doorway," Saram scoffed. "Now stop fibbing. You can't distract me out of this."

He then pulled her closer and proceeded to kiss her once more with a restrained haste, but failing miserably at holding back his eagerness with a breathless grunt.

He hiked up her skirt then ran his hands up and down her thighs. How Dong Kyung ran her fingers through his hair as she straddled him didn't help his already crumbling self control. That and her minty breath, and her warmth, and her soft skin, and her curves, and her faint groans and...

Then her mobile phone started ringing. .

He tried to ignore it and kept himself busy with his wife's mouth, hoping every flick of his tongue would be enough to distract her. But she started tapping on his shoulders, signaling him to halt.

"My phone," she murmured against his mouth, their teeth barely clashing as he kept diving back in. "My phone is ringing."

Saram paused regretfully, heaving from the sudden interruption.

"Do you have to answer that?" He protested as he gasped for air.

Dong Kyung bit her lip and nodded then went for one more peck. She then dismounted from his lap and moved to his side, while he watched her frantically take out her mobile phone from her purse.

"Yeoboseo?" She answered promptly. "Ah, Eonnie."

Saram took a deep sigh, swallowing puffs of air to placate his heartbeats that were still ringing in his ears. How could his wife come down from the haze so fast while he could barely catch his breath?

He then stood up and walked awkwardly to the kitchen, leaving his wife on the phone with what sounded like Na JiNa, so she could talk freely without him gawking at her like a hungry puppy.

When he reached the kitchen, he took a bottle of water from the fridge then leaned on the counter as he downed the entire thing in one go. He was getting self-conscious as he hadn't completely calmed down yet. A part of him was still a little stiff from need.

He could overhear DongKyung's side of her conversation with Na JiNa and he could tell that she was being reprimanded for being late to the charity event.

So a few minutes later, he walked back to the living room just as DongKyung ended the call. He then sat beside her as he handed her an already opened bottle of water which she took lazily with a pout.

"Gwenchana?"

"Hm," she nodded while swilling her water. "We really have to go now."

"Arraseo. Finish your water first," he agreed with a slight nod and a close mouthed smile.

The disruption of what supposed to be a brisk intimate moment between the newlyweds surely made for an interesting car ride.

Dong Kyung couldn't stop teasing her husband while Saram took all the mocking with grace by not pointing out how his wife was the one who started all the frisking.

"By the way, I've been meaning to ask," Dong Kyung suddenly changed her tone and the topic. Or so Saram thought. "I'm surely not your first, am I?"

Saram nearly beat the red light when instead of the brakes, he stepped on the gas by mistake in surprise. But he was able to carefully bring the car to a halt right before the intersection.

"What?" He asked in bewilderment as he turned to her.

"I'm just curious. I mean, you…always seem to know...what you're doing," Dong Kyung stammered. She could feel the warmth quickly sweeping across her face. Why did she start asking about this subject again?

Saram briefly looked straight into the traffic ahead as he licked his lips, then followed it up with a smirk.

"You are without a doubt every first this body has ever experienced," he muttered as he looked at her squarely with a mischievous grin.

Dong Kyung squirmed in her seat, also with a stupid grin on her face."Jeongmal?"

"Eoh," he nodded with a small smile, hoping his wife wouldn't fixate on the subject.

A moment later, the light turned green and he drove the car forward, while Dong Kyung turned her eyes to the window. Her sudden silence was making him nervous because it always meant she was ruminating on something that bothered her.

"Jamkamman," she blurted out, eyes widening and squinting almost simultaneously as she shifted in her seat to turn to her husband. "Ya! What do you mean by 'this body'?"

I knew it, he panicked internally, struggling to keep his eyes on the road. "Mwo? Wae?"

"You said 'this body'," Dong Kyung gestured to all of him. "This is a new human body. What about your old body as MyulMang?"

Here we go, he thought to himself. He could never get away with technicalities with this tiny human being he called his wife. So he resorted to the oldest trick in the book: correlation. "In my old form as Doom, I was responsible for the things that disappeared or got destroyed. And didn't I tell you that most of the things that disappeared were beautiful?"

"Ne."

He then took her left hand and took his eyes off of the road for a moment to look at her. "Innocence was one of them."

Dong Kyung held his gaze for a few moments, not saying anything. And as they reached another intersection and Saram brought the car to a halt, she started shifting in her seat again and her eyes began to wander aimlessly, obviously dumbfounded by what he just said.

You suspected that you weren't his first, why are you so shocked right now? She reprimanded herself in her head.

"Are you mad?" Saram asked, tentatively. He then planted a kiss at the back of her left hand which he was still holding.

"Ani," she responded without looking at him. "I don't know how I feel."

"Shocked?"

"Kind of. But not really."

"Disgusted?"

"Mwo?"

"Do you hate me?"

"What are you talking about?" Dong Kyung turned to him with a worried expression. "Ya, I presumed this. That was my question earlier. That I surely wasn't your first, right?"

"I'm sorry," Saram apologized then kissed her hand again.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because you look upset."

Dong Kyung felt a sudden tug in her chest. Her husband was really getting better at being human especially when it comes to reading her. She was both impressed and touched by his observation.

"I'm not upset. I'm just --"

"Jealous?"

Am I? Of whom? She wondered. "Maybe? This feeling is new to me. I've never felt this way this before. At least not because of you. So maybe I will just call it that."

The rest of the car ride was just filled with comfortable silence, and handholding, and affectionate gazes, and occasional hand kissing. But even though Dong Kyung didn't say anything else about the subject, Saram could tell that it wouldn't be the last time she would bring it up.

They reached the venue 15 minutes later and Na JiNa was the first to greet them at the entrance.

"Tak!" She called out to Dong Kyung beside a makeshift pillar that held a few pieces of ornamental plants.

"Eonnie!" Dong Kyung greeted her back as she rushed to hug her. Jin-a then walked her to the table near the stage.

Saram trailed behind them, carrying some huge paper bags of shoes and clothes with both of his hands. Cha Joo Ik welcomed him with a beer bottle and took care of the donations they brought. He then came back a minute later with more drinks for the two ladies who were now ignoring them at the table.

"Why were you guys late?" Joo Ik asked Saram then took a swig of beer from his bottle.

"My wife took some time finding the keys," Saram nearly snickered, because he wasn't exactly lying.

"I see. Thanks for your donation by the way. JiNa told me that other than in kind, you donated cash."

"It's for a good cause. It's a nice gesture from your company."

"Thank you. It was Jin-a's idea. She says it's good to give back to the community every once in a while. Especially since the company has been gaining traction in the market," Joo Ik explained proudly.

"I agree with her. I have never participated in a fundraiser for the homeless before. Dong Kyung is really passionate about this."

"Are you guys talking about us?" Jin-a interrupted humorously with a squint.

Joo Ik chuckled as he reached for Jin-a's hand. "Ne. I was telling Saram that this fundraiser was your idea."

"Aissh, you don't have to go telling everybody that,'' she rolled her eyes in jest. "Tak, look at him. He's really in love with me, isn't he?" She suddenly involved Dong Kyung in the conversation.

Dong Kyung played along and narrowed her eyes at Joo Ik, pretending to observe him. "Yes. I think he's madly in love with you," she agreed playfully.

Joo Ik was all smiles even though the two ladies made him the subject of ridicule. "I tell you that all the time. Why did you still have to ask Dong Kyung?"

Jin-a looked at Dong Kyung and laughed hysterically. "Ya, we have to stop. If we keep this up, I will not hear the end of it."

"Aissh, Joo Ik the boyfriend is just like Joo Ik the CEO," Dong Kyung laughed, too.

"What do you mean by that?" Joo Ik asked, looking like he was taking offence.

"She means you unnece--"

Saram didn't get to finish his statement as Dong Kyung covered his mouth with her hand. She then cackled awkwardly while Saram just looked at her with a bemused expression.

"I was just kidding," she chuckled.

Saram understood then that he wasn't supposed to say out loud what he had in mind - that Joo Ik was unnecessarily quibbling about trivial things, as Dong Kyung told him a few days ago, when he picked her up from work. So he decided to speak nothing of it, if that was what his wife wanted.

As the fundraiser progressed, more and more people arrived at the venue to give their donations. Most of them were authors, while others were interested parties from different industries.

Jin-a had to leave their table to supervise the program while Joo Ik hosted the fundraising, leaving Dong Kyung and Saram alone at the table.

“Who’s that?” Saram asked as he leaned closer to his wife.

“Ah. A new author we pirated from another publisher.”

“Who's that?”

“Oh, that, too. Also that girl beside him. They're kind of a package deal,” Dong Kyung giggled while her husband pointed at every unfamiliar face in the event hall. Who knew they would be playing Name That Barnyard Animal at a charity event?

“How about him?”

“Him?” Dong Kyung followed his gaze when she noticed how his eyes narrowed. “Of course you know him. That’s Young Prince, the author.”

“I know. But why is he here?” He grunted.

The young author probably noticed how Saram’s eyes were fixed on him, because he then started waving his hand at Dong Kyung.

“Ya, of course he was invited. He's one of our authors and we’ve been working together for quite some time now. He’s practically family,” Dong Kyung retorted with a contrived smile as she waved back to Young Prince.

Saram only snorted in response. That brat just had to be there to annoy him, didn't he?

Even in his old immortal form, he had always detested this young man. Maybe because he could hear his thoughts and how they refuted his actions towards Dong Kyung. How he acted indifferently, while in his heart he was completely smitten by her.

[suguruverse]

— BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH THE INARIZAKI TRIO

includes - miya atsumu, suna rintarou, miya osamu

a/n - hi this is my dream friendships pls i love all of them. i hope you enjoy this one lovelies!! <3 also fem reader

- they will literally at any time tackle you to the floor just because <3

- making fun of atsumu for his pre-serve hand gesture thingy (✊🏻 that one yk what i mean?)

- they actually love you a lot and show it by teasing you all the time

- but they’re the only ones who can be mean to you, if anyone else tries to be mean to u, u can bet ur ass that atsumu and osamu are bashing them up while suna records it

- calls you the most annoying and weirdest nicknames like my sweet little honey munchkin or my cutie patootie

- platonic babes, baby and i love you’s

- cuddle piles whenever someone is sad

- will save you from a creepy person talking to you but will make fun of you for it

- surprisingly protective over you

- they swear on their lives that they have man radar for suspicious guys near the area

- even if your talking to a classmate, they’ll start insulting him to the grave bc they’re talking away precious time for the trio to spend w u

- samu and tsumu simultaneously threw their backpacks at a creep who was bothering you

- you slapped a guy one time and they truly felt like proud parents

- suna: *recorded the whole thing*

- atsumu: that’s ma girl 😩

- osamu: laughing at the guy

- suna has a private story for whenever you, atsumu and osamu do stupid things

- i’m sorry but yes u get attacked by their fan girls

- especially atsumus, bc they’re so ruthless and for no reason

- you get love letters like every other day for you to give to them

- you get slut-shamed a lot from jealous bitches but you just ignore them like the bad bitch you are 😌

- 65% of the time they are the biggest hype men or 35% they are insulting you and say they’re ‘keeping u humble’

- making fun of atsumu hours bc he’s the least fav in the group haha jk

a conversation that happened one time before a party:

you: hey sexys is this okay for the party? *sends pic of outfit*

osamu: lol i think i just heard tsumu scream

suna: okay maam step on me lol 💦

you: ugh what a babe thank you rinnie <3

osamu: woah can i get a babe and a heart too

you: anything for my fav baby <3

atsumu: what about me?

suna: no tf what about you??? 😹😹 yes he uses cat emojis

you: yeah ikr perish lol

osamu: tsumu ik i just heard ur heart break huh

osamu: wait i think he’s crying

you: sorry b..babes <3

atsumu: i think i just started floating

suna: *sends pic of outfit*

you: AHAHAHKSNSJSNEKDK RIN BABY U LOOK DELISH

suna: omg STAWP before i kiss you on the mouth

osamu: lol y/n and suna catching feelings caught in 4K

okay end of convo

- anyways

- pretending to be their gf when their fan girls get out of hand

- yes suna has a photos of you doing the most embarrassing shit

- he says he’s gonna delete it but never does. 🤡

- most of the information they know about makeup or periods and anything like that comes from you

- you: *explaining women struggles*

- them: i’m sorry for ever breathing the same air as you

- suna and osamu lets you do their makeup and hair

- atsumu likes to try do yours instead

- suna stole ur eyeliner 💔

- loving osamu the most for making the best onigiri and he brings you some everyday bc he knows you forget to eat sometimes

- atsumu tried to take ur onigiri one time and you punched him hehe

- weekly movie nights that they hate but still come bc they enjoy spending time w u

- lol forehead kisses

- at lunch they know that you get nervous whenever they randomly disappear without u so if you need to go somewhere, they’re right behind u

- will flop on top of you to see if you can carry them

- they randomly bite you

- shit talkers ‼️

- texts the gc at like 2am asking for homework answers

- pinches your cheeks so hard until they’re red to get ur attention

- slapping atsumu when he keeps staying back super late practicing

- going to each game to support them

- stupid pranks with each other

- they literally don’t know what to do when you cry so they just awkwardly pat ur back and feed you food

- they get sentimental when they’re tired so you’ll probably get a whole paragraph saying how much they appreciate you in the middle of the night

- no one understands ur relationship bc one moment ur flirting and the next ur punching them and calling them a piece of shit

- you and suna call till ungodly hours into the night

- when atsumu is practicing late, osamu rants about how much he hates atsumu and how he can’t believe he has the same face as someone so idiotic