#im so sorry this is so awful i was like half asleep when i wrote this but i have no motivation to rewrite itđ
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⌠or maybe the godâs just stupid.
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By: J
(Basically lopt eats tissues and jirou gets drunk)
(idea creds to sho_variable, thank you for the idea bae /p)
(do not eat tissues it can cause issues with digesting)Â
today was a rather lively day, after noriko chased him for drinking her nail polish, jirou attempting to calm her down, her in turn punching jirou, him having a panic attack, etc etc. He was rather tired, as much as he liked the feeling, it could be overwhelming, Jirou had been going out with crown for the past several days, he almost was hoping that jirou would stay home so he could bum a smoke off him, ironically for a god, he was mostly broke, and sure he could get a job like a normal person, wheres the fun in that? Jirou did end up going out with crown, to lopts disappointment. He usually would just steal, however the events of today mixed with the fact that jirou would very muchly notice, Jirou would probably have a breakdown, still being very muchly overstimulated, it wasnt the best idea. He decied to just wait until he got back, sitting in his room looking around at anything he could fiddle with, he seen a box of tissues, odd for a god that doesnt cry.
(ITS BECAUSE JIROU WOULD COME TO LOPTS ROOM TO CRY NOT JERK OFF YOU DRITY MINDED FUCKS /lovingly)
ironically, he did know what they were,  however, his impulsive thoughts got the best of him, or at least what little left there was. He pulled one out of the box, ripped a piece off, and stuck it in his mouth. He thought it didnt taste that bad, ironically out of all the things he ate that he shouldntve, this didnt hurt. He continued pulling pieces off and eating them, until there was nothing left, since it didnt hurt, he decided to eat another, and another, until he had ate 5. it took him around 30 minutes, ripping small pieces off like he was doing wasnt that efficient, before realizing what he was doing and stopped. He got bored of waiting so he decided to lay down and try to sleep, sure he didnt really need to, but it would pass time. Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, he thought about the past week and how weird it was, first he ate âplatesâ which are very muchly not supposed to be consumed, then he drank nail polish and nail polish remover, even worse, and now hes ate tissues, sure tissues shouldnt (at least to his knowledge) do much harm to him, but it was still weird. People would probably laugh at him, gods, thinking about it, Noriko and Jirou never laughed at him for it, yet at least, they were concerned, worried, that wasnt something he was used to. If he had anymore tears left to cry from over the past centuries, he would. Not wanting to get emotional, or rather be embarrassed, he decided to grab his phone and listen to music, or something, anything? He just wanted to stop thinking about how people treated him in general, after 7 minutes and desperate attempts of trying to not get out of bed to check, he found his phone, on the otherside of his room, he didnt know how it got there, probably something to do with noriko. He noticrd several messages from âMy lovable idiot (02), Jirou,Â
(note, 01 is mason bc why not)Â
âAuhhgf bae i miss u soonc muchâÂ
âhey do yoh think oti could pick me upâ
âwait nevemondâ
âushebd hey do u wnst me to come hone?â
lopt was rather confused at the messages, sure jirou never typed well, but he did make some attempt at making things readable, before figuring out that he was more than likey drunk. He kept reading
âfoeskwaa yk i love hoj rivtn?â
âbecaus i do lien wlotâ
lopt mentally had to repeat what jirou was saying.
âaugh bae i miss you so much, hey do you think you could pick me up, wait nevermind, uhgh hey do you want me to come home? auhwaa you know i love you right? because i do like alotâÂ
he sent a reply, âare you alright? i can come pick you up did something happen?â he waited for some odd time before sitting on the edge of his mattress, âmmhgbfnf nktbing happendd i miss you and in dont drle hoodâ lopt being a fucking master at translating idiots and drunk idiots, repeated ânothing happened i miss you and i dont feel goodâ mentally skimming through proper responses, he responded with âwhy dont you feel good love? and yes of course i can come pick you upâÂ
(look lopt def writes in a weird proper way dont deny it its either absolutely shit or extremly proper)
âmmsbxn plewsse?â âof courseâ he contemplated adding a heart but ultimately decided to not.Â
He got into âhisâ car, more or lessly the car everyone used in the revolutionary army (REVARMY CAR REVARMY CAR) he had a good idea as to where jirou was, 3 spots, one. crowns âhouseâ two. bar around a couple of blocks. three. old abandoned building they used to do meetings in. He checked crowns place first, knocking on the door, he waited about 5 minutes before leaving, next going to the abandon building, it was unlikey they went to a bar, they only did that in special occasions, and when something awful happened to numb the pain. he went into the first level of it, and seen jirou sitting on the ground with crown standing half hunched down, patting his head. Jirou stood up, mumbling his good bye to crown and waving, the car ride home was quite, hed ask tomorrow. They both walked into the dark apartment, Jirou immediately getting water out of the tap and some random fruit to eat, it was for the best if he was drunk. Lopt kissed him on the forehead and told him that he loved him, Jirou said the same before walking off to his room. Lopt decided to properly sleep finally, hed live without a smoke for another day.
The next morning, well rather noon, jirou was vaguely awake and talking to noriko about what happened yesterday, apologizing and things, âso how was your day?â noriko asked directing it at lopt, âwell uh, i found out that tissues taste pretty good!â he said semi excitedly, Noriko and Jirou sat in shock, âLopt you⌠what? why would you evenâ Jirou started in, Lopt didnt believe he was ever going to get a break.
(this was the worst ive wrote yet im sorry, but theres no real way to stretch lopt eating tissue out that long, or maybe there is idk i might try again someday, as per disclaimer, do not eat tissue, it can lead to intestinal blockage.)Â
(im genuinely sorry for how poor this is, im not exaclty focused at the moment, but honestly i cant think of a better way to do this so!)Â
(god im so tired, like sleepy, not tired of anyone or smth, i woke up way too early for my own liking)
(this is almost the last one! next will be about lopt eating tic tacs đ)
#j writes badly#no beta we die like jirou#im so sorry this is so awful i was like half asleep when i wrote this but i have no motivation to rewrite itđ
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â â ŕź i hate you for what you did, and i miss you like a little kid.
â ä¸č // MOTION SICKNESS â ŕź ŕź kazutora hanemiya â ŕź ŕź 2.3k words â â ď¸ angst + valhalla spoilers + IM SORRY ! â â heâs taller, now, hair bleached, but itâs still those same wide eyes that meet your own.
january 16, 2000Â
baji and kazutora were constants in your life.Â
being neighbors with baji left you trailing behind him like a puppy, and the idea of having someone as kind as you by his side made him happy - so despite his complaints and the bickering that always ensued between the two of you, he decided to keep you tucked away like a secret.Â
and when he introduces you to kazutora, itâs another warm friendship melting easily with the first.Â
and the three of you form an unbreakable bond, with the promise to always help each other when in need. kazutora would spend more time in your house than his own, and your parents take him in easily. itâs a taste of love heâs never felt, and when he lays on your bedroom floor next to a sleeping baji, he finds it hard to fall asleep with that feeling swelling deep in his chest and taking root under his heart.Â
august 22, 2003Â
itâs baji who comes to your door late one night. who else, when his other half is in juvie as he tells you.Â
you break into a sob at the news, and itâs baji who holds you with apologies falling off of his lips as if somehow heâs to blame for it all.Â
he holds you until you wear yourself out, and stays with you when you beg him to through tears. another promise it made there, to never leave one another behind, and itâs a promise you intend to hold kazutora to once heâs released.Â
baji rubs your back until youâre asleep, and he wonders if there was something he couldâve done to avoid this heartache; from seeing his friend carted away in handcuffs, from seeing you cry. he wishes he could go back, just for a moment, to change this outcome.Â
september 12, 2004
you wrote to kazutora when you could, but never received any replies. baji caught you once in the middle of you preparing a life update, snatching the paper from your desk and holding it above your head when you reached for it.Â
âgive it back, baji!âÂ
he stands on his toes to keep it out of your grasp, and chifuyu grumbles from your floor something about that not being the study sheet weâre working on.Â
âwhatâs this, a love letter?â he snorts, squinting to read the letters, ââhappy birthday kazu! baji and i miss you lots, even if he wonât say it outloud-â.âÂ
you stomp on his foot and snatch the letter away when he slouches in pain, glaring at him, âyouâre such a dick sometimes.âÂ
âhe never writes you back, i donât know why you keep sending those.â baji huffed out, sitting on the floor beside chifuyu, âhe probably doesnât even get them.âÂ
âwhat does it matter,â you roll your eyes, placing the paper in a folder and leaving it on your desk, exchanging it for the aforementioned study sheet, âsânot like itâs anything to do with you anyways.âÂ
âit does,â he argues, despite the glare you send him, âmy name is very clearly mentioned.âÂ
âi just donât want him to think weâve forgotten about him or donât care about him.â you say finally, and the way your gaze falls on him leaves him looking away with a small fine, whatever.Â
the tension that remains bleeds from the air and crawls under your skin, but chifuyu clears his throat and flips through the first few pages of the worksheet with a hum, âwhat the fuck is hydrolysis?â and that is enough to clear the air. Â
october 20, 2005
two years pass and not a single letter is returned.Â
some days you wonder if you should call the center, ask if maybe there was something wrong with what youâre putting in them as if that could be the reason he isnât getting them, but the fear of knowing that not being the reason he wonât reply frightens you beyond belief. you want to ask the post office if thereâs any way all one-hundred and six letters could have been lost in the mail or sent to the wrong place, but youâre all-too aware of the return address being labeled as your home.Â
instead, you settle with the unknown. thereâs no getting hurt that way, no way of truly finding out if he was ignoring you for all of two years.Â
itâs not until you bump shoulders with a stranger outside of the market that you get to piece things together. youâd recognize that tiger tattoo from anywhere.Â
ââtora?âÂ
the bags youâre holding almost slip from your grasp, scrambling to free a hand to grab at his elbow and turn him around. heâs taller, now, hair bleached, but itâs still those same wide eyes that meet your own. you swallow dryly.Â
âwhen- whenâd you get out?âÂ
he tilts his head at you, earring chiming from the movement, âlast week. thought baji wouldâve told you.âÂ
âme too . . .â youâre hurt by the admission, he can tell. you clear your throat, âthe letters i sent - did you ever get them?âÂ
âi did.âÂ
the confession is enough to break what little resolve you have, frowning, âunable to reply, or . .?â
âdidnât see the need, â he hums out, straightening with a smile when he looks behind you. a glance over your shoulder and you see baji, sharp toothed grin faltering when his eyes find you.Â
âwhat a nice reunion,â baji settles for when he finds himself standing beside kazutora, patting your head before wrapping an arm around kazutoraâs shoulders, âshouldâve planned a picnic or somethinâ.âÂ
you shove at bajiâs shoulder half heartedly, âwhy didn't you tell me kazu was released, you asshole. and what happened to your knuckles?â
he jerks his hand from your grasp when you grab for it, ignoring the hurt you hold in the furrow of your brow at his reaction.Â
âhuh? mustâve slipped my mind,â he pulls on kazutoraâs shoulder, forcing him to turn, âanyways, we gotta go! have plans we just canât miss.â he gives a wave as he walks away, kazutora in tow.Â
you come home that night to a message from baji. barely able to finish reading it through your tears, but youâre able to get the basic understanding.Â
kazutora and i decided weâre on different paths in life, so weâre cutting you out.Â
the promise to stay together breaks apart by the seams with each tear that falls down your cheeks. kazutora never replied to your letters, didnât even bother to look for you after he got out, and bajiâs being ripped from your grasp. it feels like every piece of yourself youâve been holding onto for the past two years is being brutally torn away from you with each second that passes, and for the first time in your life, there is no one there to help you hold it all together.Â
november 3, 2005
youâd been planning his birthday for weeks before the actual date. despite the message he sent to you previously, youâd continued to prepare for something, even if he wouldnât show up.Â
except, thatâs not the reason he doesnât come.Â
itâs chifuyu now, who distributes the bad news to you with a frown, and you want to tear down each decoration youâve put around your home as if thatâd undo the words that have left his lips.Â
and when you crumble to the floor, itâs chifuyu who comforts you in a way thatâs all too familiar, but never the same as before. youâd never feel that comfort again, nor the warmth that'd surround baji like a fire. you have to pry the details out of him, beg for anything heâs willing to give. how did it happen. was it painless. did he suffer. did he cry. who started it.
he answers to the best of his ability through his own tears, explaining kazutora stabbed him first but baji delivered the final blow to himself, and those words leave you folding in on yourself even more.
âkazutoraâs in jail now for that, will be for ten years.âÂ
itâs like each new addition to the story is you taking punch after punch, and chifuyu is glad that little bit of information is last on his list - unsure if you can take anymore hits. youâre practically gasping for air by the end of it, and with some effort, chifuyu is forcing you to sit up, forcing you to take a second and just breathe.Â
he only goes home when the reality of it all has settled, leaving you hollow sitting on your bed. on numb legs, you stand and walk to your desk, ripping out a page from your notebook to hastily write.Â
i hate you, kazutora. i want you and baji back and i hate you for taking him away from me. i hate you and i miss you and youâre the worst
the words blur together, ink bleeding into blobs as your tears fall onto the paper. you crumble up the page and throw it across the room with a sniff, unable to believe what youâve written.Â
july 05, 2015
your brows furrow at the sound of knocking on your door. chifuyu told you heâd be an hour late to your hangout, stuck organizing a shipment that came early heâd told you over the phone, but the sound of knocking again proves heâs a liar.Â
âyou donât have to knock if i know youâre coming-â you start as you pull the door open, only to stop when itâs not chifuyu behind it.Â
kazutora stares at you, and itâs still those same wide eyes as he takes you in. thereâs no blonde left in his hair, you note dully, and heâs gotten taller. youâre practically frozen in place by his appearance on your doorstep.Â
âhi.â he breathes out finally, offering a bouquet you hadnât even realized he was holding, and his lip quivers when you hesitate to take it.Â
you clear your throat, âwhen . . . when did you get out?â you look down at the flowers to avoid looking at him and god he could break down right here. the smell of your home comes off in waves, clawing at the deepest parts of him and settling with the reminder of childhood. he wants to bottle it up, breathe it in for the rest of his life to keep those memories forever.Â
âfew days ago. âfuyu picked me up.âÂ
you pull your lip between your teeth, a nasty habit he remembers when you were young, before youâre taking a step back so he can enter your home. he does so slowly, as if any sudden movement could startle you away from him. heâs almost certain it would.Â
âwas waiting on him,â you mumble out, finally looking at him, ââfuyu.â youâre unsure why you clarify, but he nods nonetheless.Â
âhe told me.âÂ
silence fills the air again, neither of you wanting to break what fragility remains on your shoulders, until kazutora moves to dig through the bag heâs brought with him. you eye him warily, still very unsure of what to make of it all, when he pulls out a folder filled with stacks of papers.Â
he offers it to you, and you take it with less hesitation than before, trading it with him for the bouquet so you can open it properly.Â
august 30, 2003
dear kazutora,Â
kazutora watches as your eyes widen while they dance across the paper, immediately beginning to flip through each of the worn pages as if the rest of the stack could be fake, before you meet his gaze.Â
âare these . . ?âÂ
âi kept them all.â he explains softly, trying so so hard to read your expression.Â
and when you throw yourself into his arms, almost crushing the flowers between the two of you, heâs stunned.Â
he holds you when your knees buckle, and carefully eases the two of you to the ground. holds you when your tears stain his shirt, and holds you even tighter as apologies fall from his lips. for baji, for not caring enough, for not righting his wrong when he shouldâve. for not writing you back.Â
as he breathes you in, he realizes how familiar this feels, how familiar you are, and suddenly heâs back to being a stupid thirteen year old with an even stupider adoration for you. heâs scared heâs squeezing you too tight, but youâre holding him like heâs your last lifeline and it takes all of him not to do the same.Â
âi don't want to be like baji and not tell you how much i missed you.â he whispers, and it has a small laugh leaving your lips. a sound he hasnât heard in so fucking long, itâs all he want to hear for as long as heâs alive.Â
âi forgive you,â you say softly, when the tears finally subside and your grip on one another lessens enough for you to be able to lean away and look at him, âforgive you for baji and not caring and not writing me back.âÂ
the remission is enough to have him fighting back his own tears, and when you brush a strand of hair from his face to cup his cheek softly, it breaks what little resolve he has left. then itâs you taking him back into your arms, holding him as gently as you can as the assurances pass your lips as something so sweet and soft and everything he has ever missed in the last twelve years sits cradled in his arms.Â
thereâs something so sickly sweet about it all that has chifuyu wishing he wouldâve been a little more precarious while putting everything away at the shop - regrettably ruining the moment when he stumbles into your house with beers and yakisoba.
#kazutora x reader#hanemiya kazutora x reader#kazutora hanemiya x reader#kazutora hanemiya#kazutora#hanemiya kazutora#hanemiya x reader#x reader#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#salmon rowe
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handsome bros and reader doing tubbathon together? just being super chaotic, im thinking that one clip where scott and aimsey r singing ceilings by lizzie mcalpine, and then tubbo asked if she had schizophrenia.
in oneshot format preferably
also could i be đżanon, if it's free?
oooo okay, I haven't even written yet but so sorry if it's short/weird in general, I had no idea what to do here for some reason lmao ; and yes ofc! welcome đż anon :) ; also wrote this while sick with no functioning braincells so ignore the weirdness lmao
HANDSOME BROS ; tubbathon
summary ; chaotic tubbathon moments with the handsome bros
warnings ; language, cringe, talk of fetishes, troom troom & 5 minute crafts (everything said about these channels is real btw)
word count ; 916
masterlist
"Did you listen to that song I sent you?" You ask, turning to Tommy next to you.
He shyly and slowly shakes his head no.
"Bro, why not?"
"I forgot! I forgot, I swear" He half-laughs, raising his hands in defense before the play fighting and shouting began. "I meant to listen to it when you sent it to me but I was eating with Molly and fell asleep watching a movie"
Ranboo raises an eyebrow, "What song?"
"Yeah! by Ludacris"
"Oh my God I love that song!" Ranboo and Freddie exclaim in unison, sending the three of you into fits of laughter.
Tubbo is silent as he sits in front of his setup, just watching you talk for a moment. He then speaks up, confused.
"Tommy, have you never listened to Yeah?"
"No, I don't think so" The blonde answers with a shrug. "Y/n was talking about how it's an American classic or something"
"You sound so stupid right now" Ranboo chuckles.
Within the span of the next minute or so, it turned into you, Ranboo, and Freddie singing a portion of the song since Tubbo couldn't play it on stream, the two T's just watching and listening. This was quite usual, just, odd, but it made sense because the three of you were all running off of adrenaline and coffee at this point. The sun had set long ago, it was about midnight, and you were all having a sleepover anyways, so why not make the stream fun before you all passed out?
"Up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil V-I, keep it down on the lowkey" Ranboo, starts, pulling you into the song halfway through the line as the others begin to smile and laugh.
"You should know how it feels" You look to the Webcam with the weird TikTok fuckboy look, a sideways L made from your pointer finger and thumb under your chin.
Freddie joins in by the next line, on your left, slinging an arm around your shoulders, which starts a slight school-play-remix of the song.
"I seen shorty, she was checking on me, from the game she was spitting in my ear, you would think that she know me" Freddie runs a hand through his hair to fix it up a bit.
The three of you turn it into a full-blown trio song, singing together as Tubbo and Tommy laugh and smile, with the chat spamming the lyrics along.
"I decided to chill, conversation got heavy, she had me feeling like she was ready to blow!" Ranboo giggles, trying to maintain their composure. "She's saying come get me, so I got up and followed her to the floor. She said baby let's go!"
The loudest point of the song now came, with Tubbo moving towards the side so you could be in full focus of the camera while Tommy records you three to the side, wanting to show Molly.
"When I told her, I said yeah! Shorty got down low, said 'come and get me!"
The three of you begin dancing in your seats as you sing along, hiding laughter, which was evident in the way you sang-shouted. You go through the whole song, including a tap-dancing bit from Ranboo, which you didn't understand whatsoever. But, as time passes, the five of you begin to delve into the deep abyss of 5 Minute Crafts and Troom Troom on stream, creating a whole section of commentary together.
"This has to be fetish content." You comment, watching in creeped-out-awe as the video is just about people sitting on and squishing things.
"I can't see how it isn't" Ranboo shrugs, "Who is watching this?"
"Probably like, middle aged moms, you'd think" Tubbo replies, "Or like, brainrotted YouTube Kids children"
"Probably the latter"
The group votes on no more Troom Troom, feeling genuinely weirded out by some of the stuff on their page. You get Tubbo to pull up 5 Minute Crafts, a much better option.
"I hope that slide caves in" Tommy comments, seeing a thumbnail or a slide being made out of cardboard boxes.
"Me too, brother" You smile, "I mean how would it not? That child looks like they're maybe 80 pounds, this is a safety violation"
"Oh my God" Tubbo speaks, resting his head in his hands.
Freddie is the first to laugh, doubling over in his chair as Tubbo clicks on the video with the cursed thumbnail. "Did you see that?"
"Y/n was right, this has to be fetish content"
"What fetish includes eating off of toilet seats!?" Tommy loudly questions, seeing you stare into space out of shock and concern.
"That's probably the worst idea to solve that problem too, like, it'll still roll off and it hurts to have a whole toilet seat around your neck, ceramic or not" Ranboo chuckles, repositioning to sit criss-cross in their chair.
"Oh my God" You cringe, "Why are we putting pounds of garlic into a stick of butter??"
"I bet you that texture is so rank when you taste it..." Tommy cringes as well, seeing the oil being frozen after baking for reusable purposes. "It looks chunky!"
Freddie fake gags, crying about how he wanted to go home.
"Okay, no more!" Tubbo chuckles, clicking away to the YouTube home page. "Enough of that, I feel myself losing braincells"
Tommy shouts, hands to his mouth to create more sound. "Troom Troom for president 2024!"
"And I thought what we had was already awful"
#lowkeyrobin#mcyt x reader#mcyt preferences#mcyt oneshot#mcyt x gn reader#tommyinnit x reader#ranboo x reader#badlinu x reader#freddie badlinu x reader#tubbo x reader#đż anon
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alright hereâs the deal
iâm gonna make a percentage of how many trap victims/related persons survive
wish me luck this is gonna be tedious đŤĄ
itâs been an hour or two since i wrote that lol i got busy
idk iâm starting when its like 12am????
survived: iiiiiiiiii
not: iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
special (survived): iiiiiii
special (not): iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
special is either 1 the game was rigged or 2 they beat the game but died some other related way (ex: adam) 3 or if it was up to somebody else to save you as part of their game (ex: eric matthews, like a lot of them actually)
special good is when it was rigged/something was against them or different but they still beat it. hold on hold up iâm looking for an example rn. ok the secretary lady deborah or something she was in a trap out of her control but she survived.
(timing these for some reason) 1:12 am
dude idk where to put matthews bc his first game was a fluke and he survived but he was also like saved? idk man iâll think about it (i put him in special died OH GOD NO LOOK AT NOTES)
i canât put my headcanons/theoryâs in here okay cowabummer dude (i have to put adam in dead iâm sorry ok)
1:20 (^im realizing now a shit ton of these fall into the special category whoopsies maybe i got too specific)
1:28 aw dude the fatal 5 are gonna suckkkk bc theyâre all working together and linked and connected and shit fhhhghh
1:33 okay dude the steam lady is difficult bc the first half was a special but the last wasnât. fuck it im just gonna say she could have survived the burns herself
1:40 canât decide if the first and rebooted games from jigsaw should be put in together or if they should be separate. i just finished i smoked an entire bowl and i am trying my best here ok
1:50 the train guys is rigged they donât explicitly say it but thereâs no way
1:58 alright. fucking finally. that experience was just a downward spiral haha get it bc i hate that movie. also hate jigsaw the movie jigsaw. this was very unpleasant once iâm done with this shit iâm gonna fall asleep to saw 5 or smthn.
2:02 i have to use a counter online bc iâm too tired to count all those little i bitches
2:06 the fruits of my labor. my creation. behold
Pie chart
there we fucking go. a ratio. OH MY GOD THEY FUCKING SEPARATED THE 2 DEADS IM GONNA KILL. YOU. YOU WILL BE BOILED.
oh thank god
ok so there it is. the ratio of victims that survived and victims whoâve perished in jigsaws traps. you donât know how much footage iâve skimmed through. 1 like=1 ass kicking for to me because what was i thinking
me laying down in bed after this â
WAIT NO I FORGOT TO INCLUDE FUCKING ERIC MATTHEWS. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN.
2:18 ok here it is. the real true official one.
sorry for all that. thank you for accompanying me on this task. i did not have fun. except when i was watching 1-3d but then after that it sucked. 1-3d even took up almost all of the view time but the last bits were so unpleasant it threw that all out the window. gonna go watch one of the original saw movies. you can tell saw x will be good bc it has saw in the name. the title. oh my god oh god iâm realizing i forgot people. i think i forgot bobby. what the hell man screw this iâm going to sleep. iâll deal with it when i wake up and wonder what the fuck i was on last night. thank you for joining me on this journey of a mental breakdown everybody. a mental spiral, even, if you will. iâm imagining cheesy ending scene music like the character/actor is thanking the audience. signing, logging off at 2:34 am. goodnight everyone.
#saw#sawposting#saw franchise#saw posting#saw memes#detective hoffman#mark hoffman#adam faulkner stanheight#lawrence gordon#adam stanheight#saw movies#amanda young#john kramer#saw 2004#saw vi#saw iii#saw v#saw 5#saw iv#saw 2#saw x#saw 6#saw 3#saw 3d#saw 7#saw (2004)#sorry about all these iâm trying to extend my reach as far as i can lol#coffinshipping#chainshipping#shotgunshipping
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Bedtime Reassurances
[image credit to @aloneandblueascanbeâ, pls let me know if you want it removed!]
pairing: frankie morales x gn!reader
words: 1.8k
content: one innuendo / reference to sex so 18+ only please, job related anxiety, mentions of a pandemic, one bad word, i switch from present and past tense sorry, another comfort fic but at this point is anyone surprised, soft gentle touches, verbal affirmations, frankie just being the best most encouraging bf in the world
a/n: okay so this is very similar to the other frankie fic i wrote, but i actually wrote this one first and this one has some lines that im really proud of, so i figured iâd share this one anyways!! i hope yâall enjoy this, and thank you so SO much to everyone who read my first frankie fic, seriously i cannot believe how much interest it got and i am constantly blown away by how incredible yâall are đđđ p.s. my taglists are a mess rn so donât feel obligated to interact, and pls speak up if you want to be added or removed!
Frankie hums under his breath a little as he walks up the stairs. The two of you had just finished watching a new movie and his spirits were pretty high (although part of that might have been because of your reactions to the movie- your laughter, your smiles, your head bobbing to the catchy music). He flicked off the hallway light before entering you room, at which he promptly paused at seeing you perched on the bed wiping your eyes.
âSweetheart?â he questions, and you look over at him before sitting up and blinking furiously. âHey, sweetheart, whatâs wrong?â He quickly takes a few steps over to you, but his hands hover by your sides to gauge your reaction to his sudden nearness before moving forward to slide them around your back. The last thing he wanted to do was move too fast and cause you to flinch.
âItâs nothing, Iâm fine, I was just-,â you cut yourself off to take a stuttery inhale and a shaky exhale. âJust thinking, itâs not even related to anything.â Frankie tilted his head at you sympathetically as his mouth twisted into a small smile.
âIf it has you this upset, I know itâs not nothing,â he paused, giving you a moment to process his words. â[y/n]â he whispered, and at hearing your name you look up to meet his eyes. âItâs me,â he said, with nothing but love and concern in his eyes. âYou can talk to me. Please.â You blinked at him a couple times, and took a deep breath.
âI, um,â you stuttered and turned your eyes down, and you felt Frankieâs hand rub up and down your back. After a few deep breaths, you spoke. âI just started thinking about work again, and job hunting has been so stressful. And it all seems so scary. And I know itâs not, and I know Iâm overthinking it, but Iâm just so tired of starting over. And Iâm just tired of not feeling good enough. And Iâm sure these feelings are way too complicated over just a new job, but Iâm just tired of constantly doing different things, and I know this is just the adjustment period making me feel this way, but I just want to be good at something, just one thing, and just do that one thing long enough to actually feel good about how I do that thing,â you paused to take a few deep breaths and at some point during your rambling you must have grabbed onto Frankie because both of your hands were gripping the front of his shirt. You loosened your grip a little and in response he held you a little tighter. As you met Frankieâs eyes for the first time, you couldnât help but let out the small whimper at the pure understanding and love from him. Itâs still so hard to believe that someone could look at you like that even in such a state. He brought one of his hands up to cup your cheek, and the other one wrapped around your waist.
âIâve got you,â he said, and there was no way to not believe him when he was looking at you like that. âJust let it all out.â
âIâm afraid, but Iâm also tired of being afraid, and Iâm tired of not being good enough, and Iâm just tired,â you laughed a little, even as tears filled your eyes. âI just want to be good enough.â Frankieâs heart cracks at your words, and as your eyes fill with tears, he feels his eyes start to sting too.
âMi corazĂłn. I promise you, every single person around you can see just how hard youâre trying. I know sometimes itâs hard for you to see, but every day I am in awe of just how much you do.â He sees your face scrunch up in the telltale way when you try to argue with him, so he tilts down to give you a soft kiss, and when he pulls away he can tell that put you in enough of a daze for him to keep going without you interrupting. âDespite what you struggle with, you get up and you help others, and you work on bettering yourself as a person, and you get stronger and kinder and more loving every single day. And every day I am beyond thankful that you let me into your life, that I get to be with you in the big moments and in the small moments, that I get to experience life through your eyes, because you see the world in such a way that it makes me feel so so young.â That gets a small smile from you, and now Frankie feels like heâs on a roll. âYouâre kind to me and youâre kind to strangers and youâre even learning to be kind to yourself. Youâre taking on the challenge of becoming a better person while also going after a new job while also doing it during a freaking pandemic.â Your breath hitches at that and while he doesnât want to upset you, he never wants to upset you, he needs you to know this. âYou think youâre behind everyone but you are leagues ahead in areas that some people arenât gonna realize are important until years from now. And youâre doing that in a world where that isnât the normal. And baby I am so proud of you,â he chokes up a little at that, and he sees worry creep up into your eyes as your hands come up to cup his cheeks, and ever so gently stroke the spot just below his eyes, already ready to wipe away any tears that might stray. âYou are a wonderful person, a wonderful friend, and an even more wonderful lover. And I want you to go to bed, and wake up, and spend every minute of every day knowing that I love you so much and that there is so much good in you, and that you are stronger than any of your fears or anxieties or reservations, and that if you ever feel stuck I will always-,â he bumps his forehead against yours and he looks at you so head on that in that moment you feel he is looking straight into you, that he really does see everything he says he does, â-always, be right there by your side helping you out of the situation because I. Love. You.â
The first thing you noticed were his hands on your face, mostly because the pressure had increased, not in an uncomfortable way, just in a more noticeable way. And then you noticed the way his chest was moving, like saying everything he did genuinely winded him. And then you noticed his eyes, which if your being honest was probably the first thing you noticed because thereâs no way not to: their deep, rich color with more depth than any other eyes youâve ever seen, the almost imperceptible sparkle to them, because somehow this manâs eyes just sparkle, and the way that his eyes are the definition of love and compassion and trust, because there is no other way to describe them.
âOh my gosh,â you whisper, because how on earth do you respond to that? As you wrap your arms around the back of his neck again and drag him down to kiss him, he pulls you closer as your lips touch and you press further into him because the need to have him so impossibly close is overwhelming. He breaks away for only a second before leaning back in, and he tilts you back to deepen the kiss. Your legs come up to wrap around his and he lowers you slowly all the way down onto the bed. When you break away you keep your hands firmly locked around the back of his head, keeping his forehead pressed to yours as you both catch your breath. âI love you so much,â you finally say, keeping your eyes locked on his. âI love you so dang much and sometimes I still canât believe youâre here, with me, in our house, with me.â
âYou better believe it baby, cuz thereâs no getting rid of me,â his mouth cracking into a lazy smile as he nudges his strong nose against yours.
âNever,â you say, much more seriously than his joking tone warrants, but you need him to know, especially after everything he said. âI never want to get rid of you. I need you. I love you.â His eyes soften and while his teasing tone leaves, his smile never does.
âYouâll make it through this sweetheart, I promise. Iâm here every step of the way.â
You beam at him, âThank you Frankie. For everything. Everything.â Your eyes start to droop and he places a quick kiss on your nose before backing away to pull down the covers. You crawl up to the pillows, barely even acknowledging your own side in favor of his. He chuckles and crosses over to the other side, and when heâs under he cuddles you close before pulling up the blanket and securing it around you. âTomorrowâs a new day, and somebody needs their beauty sleep to tackle their to do list.â You hum contentedly, wrapping your arms around him and slotting your head under his chin. His arms wrap around yours as he presses a kiss to your forehead and noses your hair.
âWell, you are definitely on my to do list because holy shit someone deserves some good sex for what you said,â you half mumble under your breath, and as Frankie breaks into a laugh he tries not to jostle you too much, but you caught him off guard and now heâs pretty much full on laughing, in the way that makes your heart clench a little because you love him and his beautiful laugh so dang much, the laugh that gives you so much pride because youâre the one that made it happen. When he settles down he pulls away slightly to look at you, and you are positively beaming at him, clearly proud of that joke you were able to come up with half asleep.
âWell thereâs my [y/n],â he says in that deep raspy voice that only makes you smile more. He leans in to give your forehead a slow kiss.
âThanks for finding me,â you whisper as you look up at him.
âEhh, youâve trusted me with most of your hiding spots, so Iâve gotten pretty good.â You prop yourself up on your elbow and place your hand on the side of his face to get a good look at him.
âBut seriously Frankie, thank you. You always know exactly what to say, and I am so unbelievably grateful for you in so many ways.â His face goes as soft as he turns to give your palm a soft kiss, and you lean in one more time to kiss him properly before resuming your position. He gives you a gentle squeeze and it isnât long until youâre drifting off to sleep in the arms of your love.
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hiiii đ may i request domestic hcs with chuuya and dazai with a clingy s/o? thank you đđđ
A/N-i like doing these theyre cute :)
sorry for taking forever! some irl things came up
-writing for chuuya is hard bc all the gifs of him are so cool
-so im using dog chuuya for this one
-moving on
-chuuya does not put any thought before asking you to move in with him
-you mentioned it once in passing and he responded with 'yeah, why the hell not?'
-as stated before his house is filled with dog pictures
-he LOVES cooking
-do not get in his way while he cooks
-itll just be a mess for everyone involved
-if you want a cutesy-fun couple activity hes much more fond of walks in the park
-in fact he likes to go on at least one long walk every week
-and hes always delighted when you tag along
-if you get tired and cant finish the walk dont worry he'll just use his ability and carry you back home
-also enjoys going shopping with you
-he knows the ins and outs of every current fashion trend and will happily help you pick clothes out
-be warned though he likes to only buy the most expensive stuff
-he personally has no plans to get married
-deep inside the fear that hes not 'human' enough lingers
-however if one day years into your relationship you were on a night walk and turned to look at him
-the wind softly rustling your clothes and the streetlamps reflecting in your eyes
-(oh your eyes. he always feels painfully human when he looks into those eyes of yours)
-he'll take a deep breath
-and give into his impulses once again
-"lets get married."
-he says it so casually you barely notice
-but when he says it again it sticks in your head
-you laughed
-(why was his heart beating so fast? did your laugh always do this to him?)
-and kissed his cheek
-"id love to, chuuya."
-his knees shook as you spoke those words
-he smiled and didnt notice his ability start until the two of you were above the trees and you gripped onto his shirt
-"chuu!" you had exclaimed
-but nothing was phazing him
-it was the happiest he had ever been in his life
-well
-the second happiest
-as your hands folded into his
-and the expensive suit he was wearing felt 1 million degrees
-he was shaking
-had he ever shaken this hard before?
-and you noticed his fear
-(you always could read him better than he could read himself)
-and all at once the world melted away
-there was only pure bliss
-"to the person who makes me feel truly human" he had added to his vows "i promise to protect you for the rest of our lives"
-"to the person who hangs dog pictures on our ceiling," (he had laughed nervously. he didnt know you saw those) "i promise to protect and care for you the rest of our lives"
-thats when chuuya cried
-he kissed you as hard as he could
-tears burning his eyes as he pulled away for air
-"i love you." chuuya whispered and he knew that this
-this would be the happiest moment of his life
-he LOVES clingy people
-once you move in with him (or him with you. He doesnât mind either way) he finds himself falling much further in love then he thought possible
-want cuddles?
-god yes
-reading together with his head on your lap?
-please play with his hair
-heâs also a terrible cook
-terrible awful cook
-if you enjoy cooking youâll need to forcibly keep him out of the kitchen to stop him from ruining your meal
-if you just want to have fun and make a mess?
-heâs your guy
-âbelladonna! Look! The eggs stick to the ceiling!â
âOsamu noâ
-like Chuuya he enjoys talking walks
-his walks are much less peaceful however
-he likes to talk about whateverâs on his mind as he walks
-though frankly he enjoys listening to you blabber much more
-insists on movie date nights
-he picks the movie one week and you pick the movie the next week and so on and so forth
-his movies are typically tragic love stories
-you asked him why one day and all he did was smile and shake his head
-âthere are some secrets Iâd rather keep, Belladonna.â
-eventually you wrote it off as another mystery about Dazai Osamu
-it takes a long time before he lets you change his bandages
-the entire time hes smiling sadly and refusing to make eye contact
-(your fingers are so smooth compared to his. heâll never forget the feeling of your fingers tracing the new bandages, making sure they fit right)
-now unlike Chuuya he has put a lot of thought into marriage
-heâs fantasized about it for years but always wrote it off as a pipe dream
-though his dream marriage isnât really anything official
-he thinks âloveâ is something that you canât put on display or into a certificate
-when the two of you get serious heâs very clear about this dream of his
-to his surpise (and joy!) you smiled and kissed his cheek telling him youâre okay with that
-if you want a big wedding dazai will compromise for two weddings
-one thats incredibly low effort, just the two of you drinking wine and getting lost
-and the other thats everything youve ever dreamed of
-in fact during his vows for the âsecondâ wedding heâll grab your hands and look out towards the audience
-âthey told me if you love them so much, i should just marry them. so i did! twice.â
-about half a year after the wedding the two of you were lying in bed
-you were half-asleep and dazai smiled softly
-âbelladonna, did i ever answer your question?â
-âwha?â
-âi watched them so often because i wanted to remind myself that weâd have a happy ending.â
-you looked at him through sleepy eyes, confusion lacing your expression as he kissed your forehead
-âosamu...â
-âsleep, belladonna. iâll remind you in the morning.â
-and as you quickly drifted off to sleep he finally felt the stress in his shoulders dissolve
-âa happy ending...â he muttered to himself
-(though, he feels any ending that includes you loving him was the happiest ending he could get)
-he went further into the sheets and let his eyes close
-maybe... maybe heâll get the story he never thought he deserved
#whenever i write dazai i always end it with 'and he begins to recover from his trauma :)'#its not intentional#it just happens#love that dumb bitch go get some therapy#dazai x reader#osamu dazai x reader#osamu dazai bsd#dazai bungo stray dogs#dazai bungou stray dogs#dazai osamu bungo stray dogs#dazai osamu bungou stray dogs#osamu x reader#chuuya nakahara x reader#chuuya x reader#chuuya nakahara#chuuya bsd#chuuya bungou stray dogs#chuuya bungo stray dogs#bsd x reader#bsd x y/n#bsd x you#dazai x y/n#dazai x you#chuuya x y/n#chuuya x you#fanfic#x reader fanfic
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HiđĽ°âĽď¸ this is me again, hope I don't bother you too much with my questions if sometimes you mind it just let me know.đđťââď¸
I have a question for Reiner hihihi.
Reiner who takes care of a baby for a day. what does it give?
Itâs never a bother! Thank you again for requesting ^-^ I wrote a small something for this! Hope you like it. đ
Reiner babysitting Annie and Bertholdtâs baby for a day (Modern AU)
Under the cut for length
Bertholdt and Annie were Reinerâs closest friends, so of course he'd be an important part in their baby's life. Heâd offered his help to his two friends many times, from right when they'd announced they were expecting, taking his role as a surrogate uncle very seriously. He just wasn't expecting to be helping them with something like that so soon. Sure, he'd kept an eye on the newborn when one of them needed to leave the room for a moment. He'd even been among the first to visit them at the hospital after Annie's thankfully routine birth. As much as he'd been with them every step of the way, including many a night sat with Bertholdt before their daughter was born talking out all of his hopes and dreams and worries for the child, Reiner still felt unprepared when only a few months in he was asked to babysit.Â
Of course he said yes, he'd seen his two friends looking more and more tired as the days had gone on, both of them functional but Bertl more than a little out of it thanks to his restless nights. As much as Annie asked him to sleep through the night when she was taking shift feeding the baby every few hours, he just couldn't do it, he had to be there and watch as Annie held the child and rocked it back to sleep only to wake up and do it all over again before she'd had time to properly rest. Reiner meant it when he said he'd do anything to help his friends out, and three months in while little Mara was still struggling to find a sleep cycle, the two of them really needed a day without constant diaper changes and onesie clean ups and just... zero sleep.
So here Reiner was, arriving at the Hoover household early in the morning with an overnight bag in tow, and sitting there as Annie goes over every little thing he might need to know about caring for their precious baby for the next 24 hours. It was all written down, of course, and had been explained to Reiner over the phone, and then explained again through a series of rambling texts from Bertl... and while Annie's tone was laced with a very serious warning of 'you'd better take perfect care of her or i'll beat your ass' the couple did know the child was in good hands. They were still first time parents, though, so each tip and trick and detail needed to be relayed ten times to ease their own worries.
As they finally set off for the hotel in town for their much needed day of rest and relaxation with only each other, Annie is predictably dry eyed, though it took her about 15 minutes to stop kissing her baby's chubby little cheeks and saying again and again to her, âMommy will be back soon, I love you Mara, Mommy loves you.âÂ
Bertholdt, however, outright sobs. Reiner reminds him the baby is in safe hands, that he'll be back soon, and that they can even Facetime later on. He can't help but chuckle to himself at his friend's reaction, noting that he hadn't intended to soothe two babies today.
The day starts off simply enough for Reiner, at this point he's luckily gotten used to how absolutely tiny babies are, and holds little Mara with great care. Mara is also quite used to how giant Reiner is, happy to be held safely in his large hands as he rocks her gently until she falls asleep. Nap one out of the way, easily enough, as Reiner sets her down in the bassinet in Bertholdt and Annie's bedroom - they'd thankfully warned him that she was more used to sleeping in their room than she was at sleeping in her own crib thanks to Annie's need to constantly have a watchful eye on her.
The task proves itself not so easy as the moment Reiner lifts his hands from Mara she stirs, fussing and crying at the loss of contact. The awful, awful sound of her wailing is not something he was prepared for, and the way her cries form a pit of despair in his stomach has him putting his hand on her chest right away. The instinctual move seems to soothe her, and he cries go from little sniffles and hiccups, to her cooing happily once more as she gives a beaming toothless smile to Reiner. Soon enough, her lids are heavy and she's off to sleep again, so Reiner counts his blessings that such a simple action could stop her terrible cries.
Again, he slowly pulls his hand away from Mara, and again she awakens, fussing and crying and pulling at Reiner's heartstrings. They hadn't warned him that he'd need to be with her at all times, even to keep her sleeping. So he does what he must, and pulls her out of her bassinet to rest on his chest as he leans back on his friendsâ bed and lets the baby take her nap resting against him. Luckily, he at least has his phone for entertainment, texting Bertloldt with one hand as he keeps the other securely on Mara's back.
Reiner: she wont sleep unless im holding her. you couldve warned me.
Bertholdt texts back immediately, likely panicking the moment he saw a notification from his friend.
Bertl: she's like that with the FIL too. it's cause you're both like a furnace.Â
Then, a moment later:
Bertl: the baby carrier is in the hall closet, sorry Rei đ
Reiner sighs heavily, then checks that the sudden movement of his chest hasn't awoken Mara. Happy that it hasn't, he makes a mental note to check if the baby carrier will fit him, his form being much broader than either Annie or Bertholdt's.
One hour long nap and a changed diaper later, he finds that the baby carrier does indeed fit him, and he spends most of the rest of the day with little Mara strapped to his chest when she isn't laid out on a blanket on the floor in front of him as he entertains her with toys. He's so wrapped up in making sure he does everything correctly that he doesn't even think about the fact that he's discovered he's somehow a natural at this. Diaper changes don't disgust him in the least, the tedious work of preparing, cleaning, and sanitizing bottles almost soothes him, and babies are luckily very easily entertained. He does admit to himself that most of the thanks goes to Mara being a sweet baby, happy as long as he keeps at least a hand on her.
Reiner ends up sleeping in Bertholdt and Annie's room, bassinet right next to him on the bed with a hand laying across Mara's chest. They both sleep the whole night through, in fact, barring Reiner's alarms set for her feeding time, but overall it's an easy night, something that he points out smugly to his friends once they return in the early hours of the morning.
"I slept great, I don't know what you two are always whining about." he's only half joking, feeling more confident in caring for Mara as he bounces her lightly to burp her after her morning feeding. Annie is quick to take her back from him, giving her little one every kiss she wasn't able to while away. Annie offers him an eye roll, then a small thanks.Â
Reiner is happy to do it again, loving seeing his friends return looking much more well rested, though he won't be too keen on having a stiff shoulder in the morning from having to drape it over a bassinet.
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The Last Olympian Thoughts
So because I have absolutely 0 self-control or restraint when it comes to this series and its characters, and for The Last Olympian in particular, I could not put TLO down. Because of this I figured I couldnât do the usual photo reaction posts I have been so far, because the spam would just be ridiculous, so I am stealing the idea from @yourstrulytaaayâ to do a masterpost instead. (Adding a Read More cause this got ridiculously long)
Fun fact, TLO came out right after i finished reading the series for the first time so it's the first PJO book i bought and my only hard cover one for the og series. I checked the year and turns out it was published 2009, which means i was actually 9 when i read the series for the first time. I realize this is not really a fun fact but i thought i was older when I first read the series so it's blowing my mind a little âcause now Iâm 21 and everything hits different and i still have so much love for this series and the characters Okay onto book thoughts: - i was right that this book is gonna destroy me, the first line alone made me so excited and nostalgic it's ridiculous - I love Rachel and Percy sm tbh. Her being a bit of peace and normalcy in his life without always reminding Percy of who and what he is is so good for him. Just a little escape
- of course by the end of the book that's not the case any more but by the end he's lived his prophecy so he doesn't need it as badly, plus he and Annabeth are solid again - Percy saying Annabeth has been hard to be around lately... Ouch my heart. Luke really is the last thing that keeps them from being together and Percy is so jealous and Annabeth so torn and in pain, i feel so bad for them both
- Beckendorf đĽşđĽş - the telkhine with the Lil Demon lunchbox!! I forgot about him. Percy: 'i left him alive, partly because his lunchbox was cool' is one of my absolute favourite lines tbh - Paul taking Percy crabbing and being imperative in helping Percy kill the giant crab đ Paul Blofis is important and deserves the world, okay? - aw Percy, you can't save every demigod bb
- 'i had to fight him eventually. Why not now?... What difference would a week make?' Oh Percy you have no idea - real talk tho, the fact Kronos possessed Luke's body would also mess me tf up. Percy keeps forgetting it's not Luke anymore and yeah, that would be so so hard and confusing af, like what another smart little mind game for Kronos to pull on top of everything else - the fact Percy fights Kronos before getting the Achilles Curse and actually doesn't die within seconds is... Astounding. He kicks him in the chest! And yeah Kronos is weaker and still adjusting to Luke's body, but Percy is having trouble fighting Luke cause they used to be friends - Percy breaks Kronos' time magic!! Like?! Boy is POWERFUL.
- OUCH - honestly Luke, Thalia and Annabeth's family breaking the way it did... Don't talk to me. Poor Annabeth, Luke betrayed them, Thalia joined the Hunters because of Luke's betrayal so she's pretty much AWOL all the time and then Luke dies. Like Rick wtf, my heart can't take it? -Percy and Tyson having each others backs when talking to Poseidon in the underwater palace is the brother-brother relationship we love to see - Percy trying to stick a sand dollar in the vending machines at school đ¤Śđťââđ¤Śđťââ - the whole underwater interaction at Poseidon's palace? Perfection. Awkward family drama and all - Connor falling out of the tree when he sees Percy because he's so excited đđ
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- k, ik Clarisse isn't perfect but tbh if i was a child of Ares whose father was disrespected and hated by my fellow campers (ares deserves it but still) and that disrespect trickled down to how the other campers treated ME (which if Percy is reliable here, it obviously does) then i would also be irritated at being used for muscle and nothing else? And just expected to fight with the people who act as if they'd rather not have Ares kids around the rest of the time. Like Clarisse isn't totally wrong - Percy reading the prophecy, seeing he's meant to die and just being like 'i do not see it' and refusing to outright think about it makes me so sad for him - (but it taints every action after and he's super reckless afterwards bc of it- including finally breaking and accepting the Achilles Curse) - (also him taking this as the last straw and finally beginning to show Annabeth how he really feels, cause fuck it, he's dying anyway) - Give me more info about Rachel's backstory and family Rick!! -Â how did i forget Percy willingly eats chocolates that taste like cardboard because 'i didnt have anything against cardboard' like sir? Ik Silena didn't want them but still? - 'she'd always been cute, but she was starting to be seriously beautiful' STOP, MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT - Percy staring at Annabeth and forgetting what they're talking about cause hes so distracted đđť
- hmm yeah... For some strange reason.... - i forgot how Percy totally bombs this convo bw them and now want to cry đ Annabeth is trying to talk about what's important and Percy, you sweet oblivious man, you're shooting her down without even realizing - love that they're both on the same wavelength tho. Percy two lines before, hmm it's cool to date ppl from other cabins, wonder why im thinking that around Annabeth, my best friend in the world, and then Annabeth a beat later, hmm, let me bring up Silena and Beckendorf and how it's important to be with the people you love when you have the chance, no way Percy will miss this huge hint right? - they're the best - k i honestly forgot Percy full on physically intimidates Leneus like that - luke telling his mom if he ran away the monsters wouldnt get her..i can just imagine luke crying when he says good bye before running away because he thinks it's his fault his mom is like that and he cant take care of and protect her anymore because it's too hard - uh oh now i have angsty pre-lightning thief luke fic inspo... Him, Thalia and Annabeth on the run... The ANGST - Rick holds absolutely nothing back in this book and i am in pain - HESTIA!! đđ𼰠- actual loml - i love that Rick titled this book after her and that he wrote such a great series about the importance of family (biological, found or otherwise) and home, and that he said actually Hestia is the most important bc shes the most humble and keeps the peace and knows when to fight and when to yield and you protect what you love, which is your home - i just... Adore Hestia - Grover! Missed you babes - Hades is so so horrible to Nico, always comparing him to Bianca :/ - but i do love Hades, Persephone and Demeter together they make me laugh - oh god the River Styx - Achilles 𼺠- Annabeth being Percy's lifeline is, and continues to be, A Lot⢠- 'my name was Percy Jackson. I reached up and took Annabeth's hand.' LOL Why am i crying? - Like the fact there is no Percy without Annabeth, and that remembering her literally reminded him of who he is in his very soul... It's fine im fine - i won't even get into the parallels of her being his lifeline now and then later when Hera takes his memories but leaves the memory of Annabeth for Percy to fight to get back to (anyone who wants to yell about it with me... Feel free to message) - badass Percy is my fav Percy tbh - him defeating Hades?? Like? Hades is arguably the most powerful god, okay - i feel bad for Nico but if i was Percy I'd do the exact same, Nico, sorry man but this is a high stakes time crunch deal and Nico is literally the only hope of persuading Hades and distracted by his own internal stuff - flashbacks to Luke, Thalia and Annabeth hurt, ow - George and Martha are the best - damn i forgot Hermes full on nearly kills Percy here, yikes - Luke stop cockblocking Percabeth challenge
- i love!! Percy's love for New York!! So much!! - Percy leaving to live in New Rome in HoO is a lie and this is all the proof i need for why - the fact the entire last half of the book is the battle and aftermath... Such great buildup and pacing. All the tricks and twists and battles in this War of Manhattan? I would not take out a thing, Rick, you legend - of course then the final battle in hoo with the gods is what? Two pages? Ugh, donât talk to me about my hatred for BoO and HoO - 'no detours you two' is still the cutest thing!!! - THE HUNTERS!! Thalia i missed you - good job Percy, you finally spent your sand dollar - Minotaur!! - 'dont i get a kiss for luck? Its kind of a tradition right?' Percy finds out he's gonna die and is out of fucks to give and honestly I support him - also Michael just standing beside these two while they're flirting like umm đ đ while a monster army marches towards them, nbd - Annabeth taking Ethan's knife meant for Percy!!! Cause she just knows his weak spot without him even telling her! They literally invented love - Feral Percy is so scary omg, i love how well Rick incorporates the Achilles Curse in this novel, with the whole heightened weaknesses and stuff ans the parallels to Achilles arrogance being what killed him and Percy's loyalty, fierceness and protective instinct being his own heightened weakness - the fact that Percy is the one who inadvertantly kills Michael Yew tho, I'll never recover from that - the fact Hades offers Maria di Angelo a golden palace by the Styx like how Poseidon offers Sally a palace under the sea tho. Let's talk about that parallel - the entire talk with Prometheus is so so good - not me picturing young Luke hiding in the closet to get away from his mom when she has an 'episode' -i love callbacks in stories and all of the callbacks to the rest of the series in this book make me very happy (medusa, minotaur, the underworld, Rainbow!! My baby!!, Daedalus and more) - Percy summoning a wholeass hurricane against Hyperion - the Party Ponies! They're so chaotic, i love it - Dionysus! đ I can't help it, i love him - Percy absolutely losing it when he sees Sally and Paul asleep in the car 𼺠- Rachel telling Percy he's not the hero screws with him so much :( poor bb - although i really really love how Rick wrote this, it's so refreshing to not have one chosen one save the world, but a combination of people - the drakon, Silena and Clarisse make me cry - the Patrochilles references, im not okay - Annabeth giving up on Luke after hearing what he did to Silena and Percy telling her that doesn't make him happy đ that whole interaction makes my heart ache - Percy giving Hestia Pandora's pithos 𼺠- and Hades, Nico and the others coming for a final attack is so badass, i love it - listen im glad the og trio were the ones to confront Luke on Olympus but the fact Thalia got so close and then pinned by a statue of HERA makes me so sad. Ik her and Luke were finished and she coped by cutting him off completely and giving up all hope but i would pay money to know what they would have said to each other to say goodbye - Ethan 𼺠- Poseidon joining the fight against Typhon is so cool, such a great scene - 'PEANUT BUTTER!' - Annabeth you brilliant badass you - RIP Luke, you werent great but you werent the worst either - the gods just rolling up seconds too late, wondering wtf happened in Olympus and who the dead body is - the chapter where the Olympians meet and give out rewards is one of my absolute favourites (again i am incensed we didn't get anything like this in HoO) - will Percy turning down immortality ever not make me scream in glee? No? Alright then - Annabeth being relieved like Percy was relieved at the end of Titan's Curse tho - oh Hermes :/ - its so hard reading all this and knowing what comes in HoO... Like it's such a cathartic, earned and mostly happy and peaceful ending and then HoO comes along and undermines it all - aww Rick let Paul see Olympus somehow pls, he deserves it, he killed a dracanae - (i would also love to see it) - Percy being more upset Rachel took his pegasus than her going to Camp and possibly dying, lol, priorities dude - i honestly think that Rick had other ideas for the second Great Prophecy and how things would go down in BoO, cause the prophecy like... Barely applies to BoO, Doors of Death are in book four, and explabations of it is all so unclear when Rick is usually pretty good with that stuff - PERCABETH - lol Percy complaining about privacy when he and Annabeth are caught kissing literally in the middle of the very open and public dining pavilion, okay - BEST UNDERWATER KISS OF ALL TIME - that's it and im a glass case of emotion - very happy to say that this series remains my favourite of all time đ
 If anyone ever wants to come gush about anything Riordanverse related feel free, because as you can see I have a lot of thoughts about it all
#lau rereads pjo#the last olympian is my favourite book for a REASON#honestly every line is killer#so much subtext to read into#the dialogue#the relationships are dialed up to 11#every character is so on point#the battle strategies too? are just so interesting?#I just adore it#Tay don't read any of this yet cause it's all spoilers#alright I'm gonna go write fic to express these feelings now#tlo#the last olympian#pjo#pjato#percy jackson
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aaa i loved how you wrote the coming out one!! it made me smile so much :â) could i request the rfa and v and saeran and when they knew that mc was the one? like the one they wanna spend the rest of their life with
RFA+V and Saeran reaction when they realize Mc is the one
Aww thank you so much!!! ďźźďźďźžâďźžďźäşşďźďźžâďźžďźďź Iâm glad it made you smile! Thank you for the request, I hope I wrote this the way you wanted it, or at least similar :)! I hope this one makes you smile too! (Working on two other lovely requests as well! Check my Masterlist regularly to see what Iâm working on!) (・âĽâżâĽď˝Ą) Â
                           !!WARNING!!
               !!PROFANITY AND TRIGGERING SCENES!!
â Yoosung âÂ
â Since day one of you joining the RFA, he definitely had his guards up against you but, ended up always somehow taking an interest towards you. That interest grew to an attraction and soon into love. Yoosung just knew you were the one. You understood him so much and you had a deep connection with him no soul could break it. You loved him too, you also felt like he was the one for you. The person to marry, to have kids with, the person to hold hands and grow old with till death did you apart. However, it wasnât really that simple. Every time he tried to express his love to you he gave you rather aggravating compliments as he compared you to Rika. It made you doubt yourself, did he really love you? Or did he see you as a substitute for someone that couldnât be with him anymore. All you wanted was for him to see you as you. It hurt you everyday and even if you have never mentioned it, he could take the hint and he regretted it every time he compared you. But it was like a habit, it was almost like he was programmed to say it.
â One day you had been sitting against the bedpost as you read a book before going to bed. Yoosung came in as he took a seat next to you, he suddenly apologized to you. Out of the blue he says, âMc...Iâm so sorry.â This was so random but his voice was so gentle and he had such a guilty expression on his face. You were a little scared as you replied, âWhy?â You place your book down on the nightstand.
â He held your hands together, as he began to tear up. You only had a baffled expression before gently swiping his tears with your hands. You tried to calm him down but he only continued to apologize, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry. I always compare you to Rika but I donât mean to. Youâre so sweet, understanding, lovable, supportive, and...and so much more! But I donât tell you that...I always only tell you that youâre like Rika. And thatâs not true. Youâre, you.â Your heart stings at his last words. They were exactly the words you wanted to hear. Either way, you continue to hear him out still a bit baffled, where was this all coming from? He takes a while to breathe in to continue, âIt was never my intention to hurt you, but it doesnât change the fact that I did. So you donât have to forgive me. Iâd understand.â He begins to sob as you hug him. âYoosung, Itâs okay. Weâll get over this, I know.â He continues to cry as he barely screams out, âDonât...act like youâre fine when youâre not! Youâve been hurting yourself!â You let go of his hands, now heâd just doubled your confusion. âBabe what do you mean?â He leads you to the bathroom, he points to the trash can. In the can there's Toilet papers soaked in blood. Did he think you were harming yourself? But that wasnât true in fact... Your face blushes red, they were from wiping blood from your ass. âBabe...IM ON MY PERIOD!â (âď˝`çżâ˛ď˝)â彥âťââť
âď¸ Jaehee âď¸Â
âď¸ After moving in with Jaehee, you would notice the two of you getting into arguments quite often, but they always ended up in fluff. You've always thought Jaehee was the one for you. You wanted to get married and start a family of your own with her. However Jaehee didnât really mind, she just lived in the moment. Just happy you were her girlfriend and she was your girlfriend. This is what she thought, until one day, you were invited to your friends wedding. You offered Jaehee to come with you, and she gladly accepted.
âď¸ The ride to the hotel where the wedding would take place did not take long to get to. You linked arms with Baehee as you greeted your friend. Your friend looked beautiful in her glamorous white bridal gown. Jaehee had never been invited to a wedding before. She thought everything was cool as she explored with awe in her eyes.Â
âď¸ When it was time for the main event you and Jaehee took a seat at your table. The lights went off, the only light in the giant ballroom were the spotlights that flashed the charming groom. The music started playing as the beautiful bride entered with another spotlight flashing at her. The Processional had started. The bride slowly walked down the aisle, linked arms with her dad and a flower girl throwing flowers along the sidelines. Jaehee just imagined it for a moment. She imagined sheâd be standing waiting for you down the aisle. She imagined Seven proceeding the speech for both of you, as you walked down the aisle in a alluring white gown. You would mesmerize everyone in the room, but youâd only walk down that aisle for Jaehee, and Jaehee only. Her heart thumped so fast at the thought.Â
âď¸ It made her realize that in fact, yes she did care. She did care if you got married to her, and she had exactly wanted to start a family of her own with you. And when she looked at your twinkling eyes as you watched your friend. She just knew you were the one. (âĄĎâĄâż)
đ¤ Hyun/Zenđ¤Â
đ¤ Like Yoosung, Zen just knew you were the one. When you first joined the RFA his lighthearted flirts may have just been a simple interest towards you. But as time went on he was so curious about you. You were always patient and kind hearted. You gave him so much support, and he saw that. You were the only one to know his inner scars, the pain he had never told anyone before. Even with the RFA members heâd spent years with, you were the first he told. You felt the same, and it was like you were both meant for each other.
đ¤ However, it had never crossed his mind to be married with you. It wasnât because he didnât love you though, it was because he had never thought about it. He was always just focused on you, like Jaehee he just lived in the moment, treasuring every second he got with you.
đ¤ It wasnât until one day you had been over at his house. You both drank until your heart desires. Soon you became drunk and started feeling light headed before collapsing on Zen. He sweetly smiles as he helps you sit back up before kneeling in front of you. He places his hand against your cheeks, âAre you sleepy?â You nod, still drunk. He blushes as he quietly mutters âcuteâ. He helps you walk to the bathroom as he guides you to brush your teeth. Half awake with the help of his hands youâre able to use the spare toothbrush he had kept.Â
đ¤ He places you in his bed and lays down on the floor right next to the bed. He tries to fall asleep but every 10 minutes heâs awakened with the sound of a loud crash. He feels something heavy on him as he notices that you keep falling out of bed into his warmth. Howâd you manage to fall out of his king sized bed every time? Youâd whisper to him about how you wanted to feel his warmth. He had to calm his inner beast several times after hearing that. After it happened over and over again he was not having it.Â
đ¤ He laid you down on his bed again but this time he got in with you. He spooned you with his arms around you. You finally stopped wriggling and stayed to fall asleep. The next morning he jumps up to see your adorable sleeping face first thing in the morning.
đ¤ He blushes seeing you in his bed, sleeping so soundly, not even a earthquake would wake you up. His mornings have always been boring, he got up and everyday it was always lonely and empty in his apartment. Then having to wake up by you he felt something. He felt so warm and relaxed. He realized how much he had wanted you to be the one to wake up with every morning. He just instantly knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. (âĄâłâĄâż)
â Jumin âÂ
â After everything you both had gone through, Jumin just gradually came to know he wanted you to be the one he would be with. Nobody else but only you, could ever fill that desire of his.Â
â The small things you would do for him, or the small things you would say to him, they just all piled up into an emotion he was unaware of, love. Even after marrying you so soon he never stops finding even more reasons to love you.
â There had been one day when the two of you had been visiting Jaehee at her cafĂŠ. The place was so busy Jaehee didnât even notice the two of you come in. Jumin hated how the place was so loud and cramped, but youâd begged for the two of you to come and if you wanted or needed something he would do anything to get it for you, so here the both of you were.
â âSweetie what should we get? I came here with Saeyoung last week, everything tastes so good!â You lean over to him as you share a menu with him to look at the category of appetizing drinks and desserts on the list.
â âYou came here with Saeyoung? You couldâve always brought me-â You place the menu down before crossing your arms, âThatâs not important right now!â You giggle as you hold the menu back up to continue looking for what to eat.
â Suddenly, a child with a tray of drinks in her hands accidentally trips spilling the liquid all over your black pencil dress. Jumin is in a hurry to help you get napkins for you, he doesnât want you to catch a cold.
â Yet, you give him a quick smile before proceeding to crouch on the floor to make sure the child is okay. Juminâs angry at the situation but he would never be angry at the child, he knew it was an accident. He crouched next to you as he kept a arm around your shoulder. You help the child up as you say, âAre you okay, little one?â The child nods with a apologetic look. You assure her itâs okay and she returns to her parents. They apologize to you as they are in panic not knowing what to do before telling them youâre fine. Heâs surprised at how good youâre with kids. It makes him wonder whatâd be like to have a child with you. Especially one that resembled you.Â
â âWe can come back in the future, letâs get you some new clothes darling.â You nod as you both leave after waving at Jaehee who finally noticed you two when the child spilled her drink on you. ( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°)
đ Saeyoung đÂ
đ Saeyoung became more busy by day, he was tasked in a pile of work but weirdly, you felt like he was just overworking himself in a excuse to push you away. With the help of Saeran and Vanderwood you successfully took Saeyoung out with you to a park for a date.
đWhen you got there, the fresh smell of flowers were the first thing you noticed. There were not a lot of people, but it was better this way. You were also glad you wore jeans because the grass was untrimmed it looked like a jungle.
đ You laid down on the grass near a river as he reluctantly followed you and sat down. It was quiet for a while before you pointed out at the clouds that had funny shapes. You pointed one particular cloud out implying they looked like Saeyoung glasses. He chuckled a little before noticing it. He looked away embarrassed as he tried to act like he did not just laugh.
đ You laugh...a little too loud it makes him refuse to look at you. You pout as you push his shoulders to make him lay down. You smile a little mischievously as you block his view from the sky. You place a small peck on his lips and holds his chin, âI know what youâre afraid of, but I wonât leave. Iâm here to stay, unless you continue pushing me away. Or... is that not why youâre avoiding me? Have you...lost interest in me?â
đ His eyes widen at your words as he furiously pushes you to switch positions. Now heâs on top of you. âNo! Thatâs... thatâs not true. I love you. Iâve always wanted you to be my little 606 from day one till the day death would do us apart.â
đ âThen you need to show me that. You need to stop pushing me away because that will do us no good. Cause...Iâll always be here for you and you will always be here for me in the end.â He nods with a grin ear to ear before leaning in to kiss you. (ââż-)
đ Saeran đÂ
đ Letâs be honest, Saeran just knew you were the one when you showed him love and sincerely cared for him. But if there was one thing stopping the both of you from happiness, it was that he kept pushing you away like Saeyoung because he thought he wasnât good enough for you. He thought you deserved so much more than a âmessâ like him. But you knew that wasnât true. He was more than what you wanted. He just didnât have the confidence to see it though.Â
đ It was another chilly day, the house felt so hard to breathe in. Maybe it was because of the rain that came overnight, or the silent treatment and cold shoulder Saeran gave you. Saeran had been in the bathroom for so long it had started to make you worry.
đ âSaeran? You okay darling?â You knock on the door, but you donât want to barge in because you know heâs having a hard time. You want to respect that and give him space. He yells back at you, âJUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! UGH...â You hear his groan at the end and feel something is terribly wrong.
đ You rush in and thankfully the door is not locked. You see him on the floor with a razor in his hands. His arm is bleeding and you fall weak on the floor in front of him. You hold his hand gently before hurriedly trying to get napkins only to end up ripping them by how quickly you are trying to rip them. You continue to sob as Saeran sits not knowing what to do. He instantly feels bad, he wouldnât have done it if he knew it would hurt you this much. He knew you were always usually a happy person. And you rarely cried. But for you to be crying it meant that you were painfully sad.Â
đ You press down on the wound to stop the bleeding. You place your other hand against his cheeks as you cry out, Saeyoung rushes in with Vanderwood. They immediately take Saeran to treat his wounds. It takes a bit but after noticing the therapy sessions Saeran went to werenât helping him he stayed home with you. At first everyone worried because he was so clingy to be with you, he wouldnât even let you go anywhere.Â
đ Later, that got better when he came to realize that he didnât need to change for him to deserve you because you always reminded him that he was already perfect. \m/(>.<)\m/
⧠Jihyun ⧠(In reference to his song âThe Compassâ â´Ďď˝â )
⧠It was the day before V would leave to travel around the world so he could learn to love himself before rushing into another relationship with you. You wanted to give him something before you left so you went over to his house. You ringed the doorbell but there was no answer. You found it strange because Jumin had told you Jihyun would be home. Worried, you peak in the window. Yes its kind of creepy but for the sake of this headcanon... You see that heâs home but heâs going over his pictures with Rika, pictures heâd taken of Rika, and her belongings. A unknown wave of emotions rushed over you. Why were you crying? You knew that what Rika and he had was just obsession not true love. But you still understood that he needed to recover and forget about Rika. So... why were you were crying? You calmed yourself down reminding yourself that you needed to give him time to heal.
⧠You look up when you notice Jihyun, heâs crouching down in front of you, a hand on your shoulder with a concerned face. âMc? Whatâs wrong? I didnât know you were coming. Sorry for leaving you out here in the cold. Since when were you here?â You are in a hurry to wipe your tears as you refuse to look at his eyes your gaze somehow ends up on the box of Rikaâs belongings.Â
⧠He glances down at the box before looking back up at you with a smile. He places the box down as he places his hands on your cheeks, âIâm sorry I never made it clear to you. I donât love her. In fact I never did and I only realize it now with your help.â You place your hands on top of his as you feel how cold they are. âI didnât mean to stare...sorry.â
⧠He shakes his head, âPlease. Donât apologize.â He soon then looks down at his wrist watch, âAh...my cab will be coming soon. It would break my heart to leave you here in tears...â Before he says more, you cut him off. âItâs fine, I only came to give you this.â You hand him a small brooch shaped as a sun. You smile, âTo remind you, that you're like the sun.â
⧠He stares at you baffled for a minute, before he returns a sweet smile, âThank you. Ah, that reminds me...I also have something to give you.â He rummages through his pocket to take out a small compass. âPlease see it when I leave. Oh, sorry. Of course you could see it right now...but that would rather be...embarrassing. So please, I would appreciate it for you to read it when Iâm gone.â You nod and he smiles to pick up Rikaâs belongings. âIâm going to leave this at where it should go. It would do no good for me to keep it.â You donât quite know where heâs exactly bringing the box. But regardless, you nod as he walks you back home. He promises you that he will often call and text you as before he leaves for his cab.
⧠When youâre back on your bed after a warm bath, you fiddle with Vâs gift before opening it. Itâs a vintage compass with a small sun in the East heading West. You find a note with it and it says, âThe sun always sets in the West. In the West, youâve always waited for me. You were always the one for me.â
HBADBJADGADBJAB KILL ME Vâs is so cringe...T.T Please listen to his song âThe Compassâ if you want to understand it better because I suck at explaining...heh...
#mysme headcanons#mysme ray#mysme v#Mysme#mysme 707#mysme saeyoung#mysme luciel#mysme Jihyun#mysme hyun#mysme hyun ryu#mysme jumin#mysme unknown#mysme zen#mysme yoosung#mystic messenger headcanons#mystic messenger fanfic
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sherlock holmes reactions part 4 (?) ive lost count already but unsurprisingly ive grown even more attached to him
using this as the cover image because i made him a playlist. cause im awful
no legit this is gonna need a read more because it's SO LONG SHIHEWIESHEFSHIEWHF
Had three mental breakdowns this week and realized i do in fact kin sherlock motherfucking holmes. this does not bode well for anything in my life mentally I've diagnosed him with so many things
Oh boy lol you want the list I think hes autistic (undisputed honestly) plus also adhd but on top of that there's the manic depression and uhhh the bpd lmao I dont even think that's it those are just. the obvious ones
But yeah man's a fucking mess and a shit person but in the same way as me so đ
Some highlights I thought were very funny:
watson: we are in fact going to be waltzing into a place where people are Shooting People you do not have your gun. this is a problem
sherlock: don't worry watson I have my trusty stick!
watson: visible pain
This clearly happens like every day or so with them
but yeah there were some really honestly sweet scenes with them at the apartment and why am i getting soft over the crusty man being gay
have you considered tho. have you considered them
have you considered sherlock, who usually only plays absolute garbage on his violin serenading watson to sleep when he was tired and in pain and watson being so fucking in love with the man and waxing poetic about falling asleep to his music and waking up to see him fallen asleep on the couch next to him and oh my god them
They're just really sweet together for such a completely dysfunctional couple so much of the time lol I just. Sherlock being like.
Sherlock half of the time: watson you're fucking stupid. no i won't take care of my personal needs stfu. watson get a goddamn life. watson shut up. watson no one cares about your goddamn opinion. no i need to disturb you in the middle of the night it's for science. hey watson mind if i manipulate mansplain malewife
Sherlock the other half of the time: HELLO SIR YOU ARE MY FAVORITE MAN TO EVER MAN HELLO MAY I SPEND THE REST OF MY DAYS WITH YOU HELLO I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU WE ARE PERFECT MATCHES I LOVE YOU AND I NEED YOU YOURE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME PLEASE MARRY ME
They're... they certainly are.
ALSO OH MY GOD.
THIS ONE TIME WHEN SHERLOCK WAS JUST PACING AROUND THE ROOM AT 3 AM GOING "IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE >:(((" AND HUDSON LIKE BARGED IN TO COMPLAIN AND THEN WATSON WAS LIKE DUDE YOU GOTTA STOP DOING THIS AND PROCEEDS TO SAY THE LINE "YOU ARE KNOCKING YOURSELF UP, OLD MAN"
BAHGHSFHGRHEWHEWHIFEW
BRB SOBBING
CALLING HIM AN OLD MAN???? KNOCKING HIMSELF UP?? I DONT KNOW WHATS FUNNIER
The main highlight of this part was I have now gotten to see him have a great time watching his homo homie get married
Its so fucking funny.......
I was prepared for a funny reaction by yuumori sherlock's face when he said it lol but. Damn i was really not prepared tbh
watson: I'm engaged!
sherlock: *pained groaning*
watson: do you... not like her?
sherlock: no she's fine she's great you'll be wonderful together bUT I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE ARE HETEROSEXUAL WATSON DO I HAVE TO MARRY MYSELF THEN WATSON? ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME MARRY MYSELF.
watson: yeah... yeah... fair, I feel really bad because you did this whole case and I got a girlfriend out of it and all you got was me leaving you alone fuck man im sorry what are you gonna do without me
sherlock, highly sarcastic: dont worry watson I've always got my handy cocaine! *pulls it out and gets high in front of watson just as he's about to leave*
watson: *in fucking agony*
sherlock: good for you!
I DONT EVEN- THIS SCENE KILLED ME MULTIPLE TIMES OVER WHAT
ITS SO GODDAMN NONCHELANT ABOUT IT SHERLOCK IS JUST LIKE YEAH I WILL IN FACT NOT BE MENTALLY HEALTHY IF YOU ARE NOT WITH ME 24/7 BUT WHATEVER YOU DO YOU /S
I'd like to apologize to watson on sherlock's behalf lmao. man is being a bit too codependent on main
The last thing about sign of four I do need to address is yeah, there's the Horrific Amounts Of Racism in that one and the whiplash hearing it is just ridiculous because they seem to be so knowledgeable in all other areas and fairly... politically correct, taking sherlock's original misogyny as a purposeful character flaw, but then they just mention someone indigenous once and suddenly its all parrotting racist propaganda and just... really awful shit. There's no way I'm gonna speak for the group that just got absolutely hate crimed here but anyone can tell the author just has no clue what he's fucking talking about and it's physically painful.
And I don't know, it's just so bad it seems out of character? Doyle's making these motherfuckers say shit that honestly, Sherlock would know better about. And especially Watson. Come on, you cannot tell me watson is mentally capable of being prejudiced against someone. Please do not make him that way.
I'm not sure how to handle it specifically, or what's the proper way I should handle something like that in a media I otherwise like. Is it ok to say Doyle was clearly a piece of shit on the matter and separate those characters from his bias or is that insensitive?
I don't know, I was Not a fan of it and I'm glad to see they've at least finally shut up about the guy
But anyway yeah, uhhhh onto the short stories because I'm trying to read those before I get to the final problem
Scandal in Bohemia was a fucking ride, first of all, before we even get to Sherlock's girlboss arc we have to discuss how gay the whole situation was and how Doyle's attempt at making them less gay failed spectacularly
Like he's all "ah yes I need to marry off watson and uhhh make sherlock ummmm interact with a woman so they dont look gay" but he does it SO BADLY that it makes them look EVEN GAYER
cause i mean, even the conversation they had about watson getting married back in sign of four was gay af, but how Doyle handled things afterward was in no way straighter.
Cause you know, the man kind of wrote himself into a corner with the fact of Watson narrating these stories. So Watson has to be around to witness them, and to witness Sherlock's own thought process rather privately, so he has to be around sherlock at night, a lot. But trying to come up with a reason for that happening just... it didn't occur to Doyle. He just went. Ah yes this makes sense. And it's Watson just like Sleeping Over At Sherlock's like every other goddamn day and every time his wife leaves town and having them basically still live that cute domestic home life but they have absolutely no excuses for doing it anymore. It's quite funny
Like it was gay already the way they interacted when they officially lived together but it was like, a necessity for them. Now it's not, Watson just comes over because he goddamn wants to, and it's hilarious to me.
LIKE IDK I THINK THEY KIND OF BROKE UP FOR A YEAR OR SO BC OF WATSON GETTING MARRIED AND THEY LIKE DONT HAVE CONTACT WITH ONE ANOTHER BUT ONE DAY WATSON JUST INEXPLICABLY HAS THE URGE TO COME VISIT SHERLOCK ON NO NOTICE AND THEN SUDDENLY THEY ARE TOGETHER NEAR 24/7 AGAIN LIKE BARELY ANYTHING CHANGED AHIEHOEWH
SIT DOWN AND TRY TO TELL ME THOSE ARE NOT HOMOSEXUALS
Watson walks in on no fucking notice after a full year and Sherlock is just. In the middle of some experiment obviously but hes like
Sherlock, carrying around unidenfiable chemical mixtures: W A T S O N you look good you look good! i see you've gained seven pounds!!
watson: uh. thanks??? Hey lol *awkwardly waves* Uh um Wanted to Uhm sEe you
Sherlock: ABOUT gODDAMN TIME AND YES WONDERFUL LOOK LOOK SIT DOWN I HAVE THINGS TO INFODUMP ABOUT
watson: :) ok :) *turns to camera* and we were back to the old days
sherlock: makes a deduction
watson: wowwwwwwwwwwww !! so true bestie !!
sherlock: !!!!!!!!! :))) !!!!! :))) uh fuck im supposed to be smooth Its Elementary Lol
watson: *turns to camera* when i stroke his ego like this and compliment him he blushes like a girl like i just complimented his dress so i do it more because he likes it. this is a homie trait
watson: well i should probably get going! my wife will notice that i am gone my dear buddy bro homie!
sherlock: NO DONT LEAVE IM LOST WITHOUT YOU (pretty much a direct quote lol) your. wife doesn't. get back home until monday. I know this because I am smart and definitely have not been stalking you.
watson: alright :)))))
AND THEN HE FUCKING SLEEPS OVER LMAO FUCKING HOMOS
So yeah they're right back where they were before pretty much and there's a case bc of course there is
And honestly I think this short story specifically was so insane mostly just because of how absolutely fast it all went. Yuumori kind of made me believe the original Irene Adler was more of an important character than she really is? And I think that's. Honestly so funny. Motherfucker shows up for ten pages, girlbosses her way around town, and changes sherlock's entire opinion of the female gender while still keeping him gay?
LIKE NO LOL SHES NOT IN ANY WAY A LOVE INTEREST AND WATSON GOES OUT OF HIS WAY TO SPECIFY THE FACT THAT IN NO WORLD WOULD THEY HAVE BEEN ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED BECAUSE. SHERLOCK. DIDN'T DATE WOMEN.
HE WAS JUST??? SO IMPRESSED AND SHELL SHOCKED BY HER EXISTENCE HE DECIDED IT WAS TIME FOR GIRLBOSS APPRECIATION DAY TODAY AND ALL DAYS HENCEFORTH???
AND THEY HAVE LIKE O N E INTERACTION?? God, the power this woman(?) has. Watson looks at her once like. damb shawty đł and she's like "no<3" and he's like FUCK
Like yeah it's pretty much just the king walking up like "help girl the whore is blackmailing me" and sherlock being like "ok lol this will be easy" and then it proceeded to not in fact be easy or even possible
sherlock like... posed as a dead body and tried to get her to give up the location of the photo but she out-acted him and skipped the town the next day after doing the 'good night mr. sherlock holmes' thing with sherlock completely tricked
and she just. sends a letter like "dear sherlock holmes. you're a fucking idiot and i think it's funny that you lost. nice job tho mad respect" and sherlock just SHORT CIRCUITS
the king comes back a bit later like "hey Dude where's my Photo" and sherlock's like oh yeah uhhhhhhhhhhh about that and the king is like HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY HAVE BEEN THAT GODDAMN HARD i would have dated someone more noble if she wasn't so pretty i swear im on a whole different level from her
and then. GIRLBOSSIFIED SHERLOCK HOLMES RESPONDS "from what I have seen of the lady, she seems indeed to be on a very different level from your majesty" ABSEHHESHEFHHFES ROASTED
and the dude just LEAVES
After that I read a few more of the short stories and well the highlights I got from that pretty much were these conversations
Watson: sherlock. honey. have you. eaten anything today
Sherlock: IT DIDNT OCCUR TO ME DEAR WATSON
Watson: ITS FIVE PM
and:
Sherlock: *having one of his Moment Moments at three in the goddamn mornig* GRRRR CRIME ISNT WHAT IT USED TO BE
Watson: MY DEAR SHERCOCK WHAT IS CRIME S U P P O S E D TO BE LIKE ACCORDING TO YOU
Sherlock: no one's original anymore fucking copycats
Watson: so you want the criminals to make things harder for you specifically.
Sherlock, exasperated: yes!
I love them your honor.
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Request:Â hi! if your taking requests, i was wondering if you could write a damien x reader, where they meet through Twitch? add anything else you want i always love everything you write, thanks so much!! - anon
Warning(s): like, one swear
It was a Thursday night when you first met him, or rather, heard of him. You had been streaming for five hours heading into your sixth when you decided it might be time for you to log off for the night. As per usual, you took at least thirty minutes at the end of your stream just to talk with your viewers, usually about how their lives were going in exchange for a story from your own day.Â
Tonight, however, there was an influx of people asking if youâd ever heard of a streamer by the name of Damien Haas, which you hadnât, and if you would do a collaboration with the man anytime soon. Apparently, your content was eerily similar and you were, and I quote, âPractically the female version of him, looks aside.âÂ
âDamien HaasâŚâ you rolled yourself back closer to your desk, hands settled on your keyboard. You typed his name into the search bar, patiently waiting for Twitch to pull up his account. You clicked into the first one, making an impressed face at the purple checkmark next to his name. You squinted at the screen. âIs this him? In the profile picture with the LEDs in the background?âÂ
You glanced at your chat, chuckling as the viewers started spamming âyesâ and âoh my god itâs happening,â and your personal favorite, âmom come pick me up the best crossover of 2020 is happening and im SCARED.â
âHe plays a lot of Animal Crossing,â you observed, clicking on one of his videos and dragging the tab onto your main monitor so the stream could see it. You skipped through the beginning part, biting into a pretzel as you watched.Â
âHeâs kinda cute,â you commented, laughing as your stream freaked out once more. There were a few people commenting what looked like it could be a ship name though you ignored it. âShame Iâd never meet him, though.â
You paused his video, taking note of the time, before rolling out your shoulders. âI think itâs time for me to head out so Iâm gonna end this stream with a huge thank you to you all for sticking with me through this entire stream and if you didnât stay the entire time, Iâm glad you decided to join in on the ride even halfway through. Iâll see you guys next time.â
You ended the stream, waving goodbye to your viewers before the light went out and you could relax the smile off your face. Donât get it twisted, you loved streaming and you loved your viewers but just like any other job, it could get exhausting at times. You shut down your monitors, the screens turning blue before fading to black. You stretched, taking your phone up from its charger and launching yourself into bed, opening your phone and clicking on Twitter.Â
Much like staying thirty minutes after you were done streaming to talk to viewers, you usually went on Twitter right after to answer questions and respond to DMs. This time, however, instead of opening the app to see a bunch of post-stream questions, your mentions were filled with the video clip of you saying, âHeâs kinda cute,â as well as maybe a million people tagging both you and Damien in them.Â
Well, shit.Â
Soon enough, that was all that filled your timeline. You couldnât move in one direction without running into another screencap of you admiring the man. God, you knew the consequences but something in the back of your mind was urging you to reach out to him.
After a few moments of contemplation, the lonely side of you won out, forcing you to message him against your better judgment. Without even thinking about it, you found his Twitter and sent this message:
Hey, Iâm sorry about your mentions blowing up because of me tonight. My viewers recommended your Twitch to me and I spoke without thinking about it on Live.Â
And with no expectation of his response, you fell asleep right there with your phone on your chest and the DM still open.Â
You woke up the next morning with a sore neck and a dead phone, which was a terrible way to start your day. You rolled over, plugging your device into an outlet before crawling out of bed to start your day. When you werenât streaming, you worked as a freelance editor for different YouTubers, helping their editors with their workload or even staying on as a Temp for different companies. Occasionally you edited the odd commercial here and there, but those gigs were rare.Â
Most recently, you had received some material from a group of YouTubers, Smosh. This job was different, however, because if you did well on this you could be looking at a permanent place of employment through their parent company, Mythical Entertainment.Â
You knew Mythical Entertainment, it was hard not to, especially since your aunt was one of the producers within the company, but tended to ignore everything the company did. The last youâd heard, theyâd onboarded another YouTube group (which you did later find out to be Smosh, the same YouTubers whose video you were hired to edit).Â
 After a quick shower and a half-assed attempt at a proper breakfast, you were ready to start your day. You situated yourself behind your monitors, opening the video clips that had been sent to you. The first was a sample video, something that gave you insight on what their editing style was actually like.Â
But imagine your surprise when youâre staring down the same man you have called cute the night before, his approximately five-eleven stance taking up one-sixth of the space. He was standing next to a blond, who had been marked as âShayne Topp.â
Despite there being five other people in frame, your eyes kept moving back to Damienâs figure, watching his mannerisms through the screen and laughing along to his jokes when they fell upon deaf ears.Â
Your eyes slid over to your phone, now decently charged after sitting for so long. On your screen were dozens of notifications. There were maybe two from your mom, asking if youâd be coming home for dinner sometime that week but the majority came from Twitter. You picked up the device, unlocking and responding to your mom with a, âyes,â before opening Twitter.Â
Nothing much had changed from the night prior. Your mentions were still being flooded with the video from last night but newer content had been ushered in, namely fan edits using footage from your streams and, you assumed, his.Â
The only major difference, however, was the fact that Damien had responded to your DM from the night prior. The first message read:Â
Itâs really no problem! My stream had mentioned your name before, too.
Followed by the second:
P.S. I think youâre cute, too.
You couldnât believe your eyes. Mr. Damien Haas, the man that you had made a thoughtless comment on stream about, also thought that you were cute. Suddenly, the fact that you had been staring at him for the past hour seemed less stalkerish and more like a blooming crush. You wrote back:
Aw, thanks! Have you seen the newer fan edits? Theyâre all so talented.
You cringed at yourself. A cute boy started talking to you and youâve suddenly forgotten how to be suave, not that you really were in the first place. But still, you liked to think you had some tact when talking to people that you found attractive.Â
Not even a moment later, there came a response.Â
Yes, I have, he responded. And I agree! They are all very talented individuals.Â
You looked from the monitor in front of you. You had about a quarter of the footage left to go through before you could start editing but this technically wasnât due until the following night. Feeling emboldened by the fact that he had actually responded, you replied:
Are you going to TwitchCon on Friday? We should meet up or something.Â
Anxiously you awaited his response, taking his silence as an opportunity to watch a bit more of the footage and take down notes according to the sample theyâd given you. Roughly thirty minutes later is when the next response came in, reading as an affirmative to both questions.Â
You didnât respond, choosing to leave your social media for after youâd finished editing the video. Your heart still pounded, however. Just the thought that there was a possibility for the two of you to meet was, simply put, insane. Youâd just heard of the guy the night before and decided that he was going to be your latest hyperfixation.Â
But who could blame you? He was a nice, funny guy that showed the slightest bit of attraction towards you. It didnât help that you were a sucker for guys that were nice to you.Â
Fast forward to the Friday of TwitchCon, also known as the first day of TwitchCon. You and Damien had been talking steadily over Twitter DMs and just last night you had gained his phone number, giving you even more access to the man than you had before. But of course, who were you if you didnât tease your fans with the prospect of you meeting.Â
The night before, at the end of your stream, youâd given your fans the little tidbit of information that you and Damien were, in fact, planning on meeting up sometime during TwitchCon and would be greeting fans together for an hour at your booth.Â
That sent Twitter into a frenzy, both of your combined fans getting your ship name to trend within the hour, which confused the hell out of a bunch of locals.Â
It was nearing the time you and Damien had set to meet up. The plan was youâd meet around twelve for lunch, take an hour for yourselves, before going back to your booth and meeting with fans for an hour or so as promised.Â
You had never been more nervous than you were in that moment. Not only were you about to meet your three-day-old crush but apparently a very popular YouTuber. You tried not to let the thought mess with your head. One of your friends, Wilbur Soot (who you played Minecraft with from time to time) was poking fun at you for being nervous about meeting a popular YouTuber.Â
After three years of streaming and gaining a solid following, youâd think youâd be used to meeting other popular content creators. But because it was him, you found yourself unable to think straight.Â
âWhat if I fuck up?â you asked Wilbur anxiously. Heâd flown in from London for this event at your insistence and because youâd offered to pay half his airfare to get there and back. He didnât have his own booth as his arrival was very last minute, but he didnât mind. He signed the occasional poster though his main purpose was to provide you mental and emotional support.Â
âYou wonât fuck up,â he comforted, leafing through one of the comics a fan had given you. The entire thing was hand-drawn, which was an insane fact in itself. It looked professional, which was what blew you away when youâd received it. âWell, you wonât fuck up as badly as you did when you first met Schlatt.â
You groaned in embarrassment. âDonât remind me.â
Long story short, youâd dumped a red in color slushy on the man accidentally after tripping over an unmarked cable. It really wasnât your fault but the boys hadnât let you live it down since then.Â
Half a moment later, Wilbur was poking your side. âIs that him?â he asked, jabbing his pointer finger into your side while looking in the opposite direction. He was looking at a familiar figure walking down the hallway toward your booth. He stopped for a moment to take a photo with a fan, talking to them about something, before continuing on his way toward you.Â
Your eyes locked and you gave him a smile while trying to beat Wilbur into no longer poking you. He stopped when you slapped his arm the first time, sticking his tongue at you before going on his phone. You rolled your eyes at his half-assed attempt of pretending he wasnât about to start listening in on your conversation.Â
âHey, Y/n, right?â Damien asked as he approached. You nodded, reaching out for a handshake but becoming pleasantly surprised when he instead pulled you in for a hug.Â
âYou ready for lunch?â you asked glaring slightly at Wilbur as he made kissy faces over Damienâs shoulder. Luckily, Damien hadnât noticed your moron of a best friend.Â
âYeah, I saw this sushi place on the way in if you wanted to try that?â
âIâd be down,â you agreed, reaching behind your table to grab your bag. Wilbur was set to meet with a few other Minecraft streamers, meaning you didnât have to worry about him while you had lunch. You looked over your shoulder, making sure everything was set for you to leave before saying goodbye to Wilbur.Â
Over the course of lunch, you and Damien had gotten to know each other pretty well. Once the conversation moved away from your fans and, well, work, and more into personal details, you found that you actually werenât all that similar. For starters, Damien loved watching anime while your guilty pleasure was Gilmore Girls. The one show you both had a love for, however, was Avatar the Last Airbender, which made sense.Â
Another thing was that he actually enjoyed being in front of the camera while you tolerated it on most days, really only putting on your face cam for the last thirty minutes on most days. Despite that, he still classified himself as an introvert.Â
You returned back to your booth much later than you anticipated, thoroughly shocked at the line that had formed with Wilbur at the front of it, entertaining the fans that had shown up early to meet both you and Damien.Â
âY/n!â one fan called, pointing in your direction. Immediately, the entire line turned and gaped at the sight of you and Damien walking together. You greeted them happily, stopping for pictures and verbally promising that youâd stay until you got to meet everyone personally.Â
âYou really love your fans,â Damien observed as you put your things back down behind the table. Wilbur had set up shop on your right side, chatting with a few people at the front of the line.Â
âI wouldnât be anywhere without them,â you admitted, pulling a silver sharpie from your bag. You handed a gold one to Damien. âI also wouldnât have gotten to meet you without them, which Iâm still sorry about, by the way. Your feed must have been chaotic.â
âYou have no idea,â he chuckled. âBut everything happens for a reason.â
You nodded, grinning up at him. âYes, they do.âÂ
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hello!! i found your blog not so long ago and i already love it so much, i was wondering if (if your request are open) you could do an ateez reaction to their s/o crying/pouting because they(atz) got jealous and they were ignoring their s/o (almost like the hwa reaction to you dancing w/ another member) 𼺠i love your blog so much.. hope your staying safe!!! đ¤
Okay, my sweet anon, this ended up being shorter than I originally wrote it bc it got deleted last time but I think I hit all the important stuff anyway! Also, I appreciate the positivity and I hope you are staying safe as well! <3
Summary: Ateez gets jealous of your conversation with another member. During a group dinner. Since they are feeling neglected, they decide to give you a taste of your own medicine.
Hongjoong:
Okay so Hongjoong is totally calm about his bitterness
Like heâs definitely staring daggers at whichever member youâre talking to
But other than throwing a dirty glance in their direction every once in a while
No one will even be able to notice that heâs remotely upset about anything
I think that heâs probably used to covering his emotions well since heâs the leader and he feels like he needs to be the most mature and stuff
That can lead him to being kind of reserved about his emotions though and that might bug some people
And so when you finally start giving him some attention
Heâs gonna turn away from you and just flat out pretend he cant hear you
But when you finally get home at the end of the night and youâre sulking because he hasnât said a word to you since before dinner
He starts to feel hella guilty
Like he never wants to hurt you but his jealousy really just took control of him that night for some reason
And if youâre making big, sad eyes at him and following him like a puppy as he does his nightly routineâŚ
Heâs done for
But I feel like once you actually start having a conversation, heâs very good at keeping it from turning into an argument
Good at âI feelâ statements you know?
But both of you recover from this rather quickly and just make it up to each other by snuggling for the rest of the night
Seonghwa:
So Seonghwa is the type to act normal enough that the guys wonât notice that anything is wrong
But you know him well enough to know that heâs being kind of cold to you for some reason
And if you notice heâs being super low-key rude to another member then you can kind of connect the dots and understand why heâs upset
He will never let any of the guys see his anger though
Mostly because heâs the oldest and he feels that responsibility to them to only show them his good side if he can help it
So he will talk to you, but only like one word at a time
And heâll brush you off if you touch him
But he will disguise it by reaching for food or something
Heâs good at this okay
But if you just keep staring at him and the guys notice enough to ask you whatâs wrong, then heâll tell you to fake it til you get home
And you do because you donât want to upset him more yk
And when you get home though, youâre almost in tears bc hiding it like that was so exhausting and painful
When he sees you starting to break a little, then heâs hugging you
Like .5 seconds to cross the room to get to you okay
Drama Mama Hwa to Protective Boyfriend Hwa that quick
Heâll explain why he was upset and youâll explain your side as well
And once youâre finished, youâre both calm and forgiving about it
Even if you donât fully understand each others point of view, you get it enough to let it go
Then you both just pass out together bc emotions are tiring
But you definitely wake up with smiles on your faces the next morning
Yunho:
(this is how he sulks at you okay its adorable, i just wanna give him the world)
this jealous baby
Like did you guys see that video of him and Wooyoung eating cheese tteokbokki like San was just tryna help no need to get your boxers in a bunch sweetie
But anyways, I digress
If heâs jealous, heâs gonna let you know straight out the gate
Like heâll literally tap you on the shoulder and then act like he did nothing
And at first youâre like aw cute heâs being playful
But really he just wants you to know heâs ignoring you on purpose
Like how dare you not notice that Im ignoring you purposefully⌠Heâs not gonna put in all this effort just for you to not notice okay
And when your brain finally connects those dots its like ugh
But Yunho is easy to break okay
Like the second you pay him even a lick of attention heâs so happy
Its just really hard for him to stay upset
But dammit heâs gonna try his best to keep it up until he thinks you have both neglected each other for an equal amount of time
But both of you are kinda clingy
So even if you both know this wonât last for very long, you still get kinda sad about it
And the second your lip juts out and youâre pouting
Heâs smooshing your cheeks and just going âaigoooooooâ and babying you and stuff
All the other members are disgusted but theyâre just jealous okay I said what I said
Yeosang:
(Kang Yeosang character summary: will ignore you for chicken)
Okay I donât think Yeosang is the type to ignore you on purpose
He just gets really in his head when heâs jealous and gets quiet
And I feel like we see more of Yeosangâs quiet side rather than his expressive side
So maybe heâs shyer about emotions? Idk this is all speculation anyway
So if heâs in his head, heâs definitely not trying to hurt you or anything
Heâs just thinking about everything and feeling neglected and insecure
Poor baby
Like heâs only gonna notice that youâre sad about him ignoring you once youre alone
Bc nothing else can distract him from you aw
And if youâre even the slightest bit teary, all of his insecurities fly out the window
Like all his focus will be on making you feel better
And when you say that youâre upset bc he was ignoring you
Heâll literally be like⌠you were ignoring me tho???
Also he strikes me as the type to laugh in serious situations so he will deadass burst out laughingÂ
Like full on cackling
Youâre half crying and just staring at him like ??? Wtf???
And heâs like WE IGNORED EACH OTHER HAHAHA
What the hellâs so funny about that you absolute crackhead
But then youre laughing too bc you realize that this entire situation is kind of ridiculous anyway
And both of you get over just like that, and spend the rest of the night giving each other all the love and affection you have to spare
San:
Okay Sanâs type of jealousy is more aggressive I think
Like not that heâs aggressive towards anyone about, just it impacts him way more than anyone else
So it can really take a toll on your relationship sometimes
But I do feel like, if heâs gonna ignore you, itâs only gonna be while youâre in front of the members
But as soon as you get home, all the emotions are gonna come out at once
Like as soon as you step through the door, word vomit all over the place
And if youâre eyes are glossy too then both of you are gonna end up crying
And neither of you are really sure why youâre crying, youâre just soft babies okay
But I do think that San is more accusatory in these situations
Like a lot of âyou did thisâ instead of âthis is how I feelâ
So it can start arguments sometimes
This time though, youâre both just emo and soft
Since youâre both a little bit weepy, youâre both just apologizing profuselyÂ
but neither of you really know why youâre sorry
You just are
And no formal resolution is reached because you both fall asleep all cozied up to each other with tears drying on both of your faces
And you wake up in the morning, kind of giggling at each other
All the negativity got washed out of your systems anyway :)
Mingi:
this BABY
heâs jealous but if he ignores you omg
its so hard for him to do
god like he's not even good at it
like heâs ignoring you but still holding your hand??
like how does that work
but anyway, even if you're pouting at him and stuff
he will be the one who ends up crying
like âwhy did you ignore meeeâ
and you're like... I didn't even realize I was??
so you decide to tell him what you and the members were talking about
and then all of a sudden, heâs distracted
like âooh that interestingâ
tell me more
or if it was a debate heâll pick a side and have a full discussion with you
or if he agrees with you, he will playfully diss the other members for being wrong lmao
basically, just distract him and everything will be all set
just don't make a habit of ignoring him bc then he will really feel unloved and no one is allowed to hurt my Minnie
Wooyoung:Â
So, Wooyoung is more exaggerated with the way he expresses his emotions
And we all know that I mean weâve seen it
So when he gets jealous, he feels it in his chest
Then those emotions bubble up and come out in the form of hysterics
So he goes extra crazy for a little bit
Like not showing anger or anything, just being excessively crackheadish
And obviously not giving any of that attention to you
You notice it immediately
Like if heâs super excited, he always gives you most of his attention bc he really wants to share that happiness with you
But if heâs ignoring you, its really obvious
And you really feel the hurt bc its like⌠he never acts like this normally
So once you get home youâve pretty much had it
Like your eyes are welling up and heâs just kind of looks at you like âoh nooooooo, I done messed upâ
And heâs holding you and apologizing and being sweet and explaining why he did it
Literally swears up and down he will never do it again
Bc when he feels guilty itâs overwhelming for him too
Especially when it comes to you
So you end up snuggling each other the whole night to make up for the time you lost ignoring each other
Jongho:
Jongho is definitely more reserved about his emotions and we see that a lot
I feel like its probably because heâs the youngest and he doesnât want his hyungs to think heâs immature or incapable of handling his emotions
So he is gonna try to maintain that tough facade in front of his members at all costs
And they wonât really notice if you guys are having problems bc I feel like he tends to keep things about your relationship more private in front of them anyway
So if heâs ignoring you, the other guys will just assume that heâs trying to keep being tough
No one is allowed to see Jongho soft okay
But you will be seeing him turn soft the second he notices that youâre hurting
If he notices that youâre upset when youâre with the guys, he will take you home early
The second youâre alone, protective and soft Jongho combine to form that side of him the guys arent allowed to see
He hates that heâs the reason youâre feeling hurt
Will try literally anything to make you feel better
He is not gonna stop touching you and holding you and babying you all night
Has to be in contact with you in some way or heâll cry
But either way heâs gonna be the best boyfriend to make up with
Bc he behaves this way after every conflict you have
Forever a sweetheart
#ateez#ateez fanfic#fanfic#ateez fluff#fluff#ateez angst#ateez reactions#reactions#ateez scenarios#scenarios#ateez imagine#imagine#ateez hongjoong#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#ateez yeosang#ateez san#ateez mingi#ateez jongho
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pain but make it beautiful- p.js
characters: quidditch player! jisung, hufflepuff! jisung, ravenclaw! reader ft. hufflepuff! jeno, hufflepuff! mark
an; uh this is the first of the nct dream hogwarts au series and mark doesnt have a hogwarts au so i gotta get him into all of them somehow
"come on y/n you have to talk to him at some point, im sick and tired of you staring at him like a lost puppy" jeno drawled, commenting on the way you were currently staring at park jisung, the star player for hufflepuff. he was currently sat on the hufflepuff table- where jeno should be- talking to his own friends. "i am not staring at him i am merely observing him" you replied back with a slight scowl on your face. the tall boy had caught your attention since the time he messed up in Slughorns potions class 3 years ago. the slight infatuation then developed into feelings after you started watching him during matches and practice from the window of the medical room where you were madam Pomfreys assistant, mainly for extra credit. "yeah sure you were. you know if youd just talk to him then maybe youd find out he is always staring at you in potions when you arent looking. youre both so oblivious it pains me" jeno let out an exasperated sigh, slouching in his seat and laying his cheek on the arm resting against the ravenclaw table. "excuse you, hes probably staring at sienna. theres no way he would even notice me" you muttered, discarding your half eaten toast slathered in nutella back onto your plate before standing up. "now, i have to get to the medical room to wait for the quidditch match to begin"
jisung watched as you left the hall, hair slightly blowing behind you along with your robe as you took quick steps. his eyes followed your figure, tuning out the conversation of the rest of his fellow hufflepuff players until you disappeared from his sight. "hey, park, are you listening or just staring at your girlfriend?" his captain elbowed him making him jolt before whipping his head to face him. "huh?" but before the captain could tease him any further, a disheartened and slightly irritated lee jeno flopped down on his seat at the hufflepuff table. "if one of you doesnt fucking confess in a week im grabbing your necks and forcing you to kiss" he seethed, glaring at jisung whos eyes had widened. "no way! shes y/n l/n, princess of the ravenclaws and practically untouchable, im just park jisung who likes to play quidditch" he quickly turned down even the thought of confessing. at his total obliviousness, the whole table groaned, slamming their heads onto the table.
later that week, you were sat in the medical room, jotting down extra notes for your potions and herbology classes. hearing the door to the room creak open, you turn your attention from the words neatly written in your notebook to the entrance. masking your shock and worry with a smile, you stood up and walked towards the captain of the hufflepuff quidditch team who was supporting an ill looking jisung. "you two okay?" you asked, your stare on jisung lingering a little longer before looking towards the captain who had a frown on his face. "jisungs got the flu, conveniently before our match against slytherin next week" he explained, watching as you cleared up a bed for jisung. "oh, im so sorry you must be feeling awful" you said softly to jisung who wanted to say something in return, but his throat was too sore to even swallow. wincing at the painful sounding cough he let out, you nodded towards the captain. "iâll take care of him mark, dont worry" you sent him a smile to try and ease any nerves he had about this. after all, a match against slytherin with their star player either benched or feeling sick and unfocused throughout the game would not end well. "thank you so much y/n, youre really a god send" mark sent you a final smile before jogging away, leaving you to tend to the poorly boy. you got jisung to lay down, specifically in the bed that was next to the window so he wouldnât get too bored. not that he could get bored with your pretty face to stare at, that is. "jisung just get some rest, when you wake up iâll still be here so if you need anything, please donât hesitate to ask" you said gently, already filling up a cup of water and placing it on the table next to him. "t-thank you" jisungs deep raspy voice attempted to show how grateful he was, but he was utterly horrified at how weak and feeble he sounded. you couldnt help but feel sorry for the boy as it definitely sounded hoarse and painful. sending him a nod, you went back to your work, where you spent a lot of the time glancing back at the asleep boy across from you.
when jisung had woken up, you were in fact still there. it was apparently the morning, so he had slept all night. seeing the boy sit up in your peripheral, you got up from your work and headed to him. you had actually gotten sleep last night, hoping he didnt wake up before you got back and apparently the gods were on your side that day. "how do you feel?" you asked him, already grabbing the Pepper-Up potion from the cabinet. "a little better. my throat doesnt hurt as bad" his voice wasnât exactly ill-sounding anymore, but he did sound kind of croaky which was mosh likely from not talking for so long. nodding in response, you handed him the Pepper-Up with a small smile on your face. "well then, if you take this you should be good to go by tomorrow," then you pouted, "but it was nice having some company here rather than just me" you sighed. jisung chuckled, and you seriously felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. it wouldnât surprise you if he could hear it to be honest. "iâll miss being here too. the view is nice and its relaxing to not be surrounded by loud boys" he said, trying to avoid your eyes as eye contact was something he wasnt ready for yet. thinking he meant the view from the window, you turned to look out it with a smile. "it is rather beautiful" you uttered breathily. jisung stared at the side profile of your face, softened and smiling as you looked out onto the forest and mountains. "gorgeous" he quietly agreed.
the rest of the day you had spent just talking with jisung as you wrote even more notes. you and him were both glad that you could finally talk to eachother, first without any of your friends teasing you, and second because the situation kind of forced you together so it would be awkward if you didnt talk. he had found out little things about you that made his heart melt, such as your cat that was called mr snuggles, your pet sugar glider that you kept at home which was called mr cuddles and how you had a love for all animals, leading to your dream of becoming a veterinarian. he had also found out your undying love for small things and how you always looked so cute talking about them, your eyes sparkling. similarly, you had found out about his little sister that he would do anything for, his owl that was just called hoot which you found both adorable and hilarious, and how it was his sister that basically made him start playing quidditch, just wanting to make her proud. you had also found out about how clumsy he was, after immediately tripping on air after getting out of bed to sit closer to your desk, sending you both into a fit of giggles as he had pink dusted on his cheeks. it was safe to say the two of you had become closer during his stay in the infirmary, and when he had to leave, you had immediately missed his presence.
during the days before the slytherin match, you and jisung would greet eachother in the halls, and you switched deskmates so he sat besides you in potions now. his team and jeno couldnt believe their eyes when they saw you two walking to the hall together for dinner after you had had potions last period. so naturally, when you waved and smiled at jisung from the ravenclaw table, and he winked in response, jenos jaw dropped. "since fucking when did you two get close?! my prayers have finally been answered, about bloody time!"he very animatedly said, waving his arms around for exaggeration. "he was like the only person in the infirmary, so he became my friend i guess" you had shrugged to jeno, but you couldnt stop the wide smile pulling at your lips.
when the match had finally arrived, you firmly put away your books and sat in the stands, as madam Pomfrey had told you to watch from outside incase any players would fall. bounding towards the hufflepuff stands, you slid in next to jeno, ignoring the looks you were getting from the other hufflepuffs considering you were literally on the wrong stand. "you come to watch your boyfriend?" jeno smirked, nudging you with his elbow. cupping your hands to your cheeks to hide the bright red glow from the comment, you stamped on his toes harshly, smiling at his screech of pain. "shut up and lets watch" you glared at him before cooling down and removing your palms, turning to face the field as the players all filed onto it. jisung searched the audience for you, finally finding you waving at him like crazy making him grin happily. mark patted the boys shoulder. "lets have a good match so you can show off to your fiancĂŠe but make it girlfriend" he joked, jisungs cheeks turning a similar colour to yours previously as he shoved marks back.
the game started, and you grew increasingly worried at the violent plays of the slytherins, though it was to be expected. the hufflepuff team however, had managed to easily come back into play after every brutal shove, or chase, giving them both an equal shot at winning. "well this is an interesting match" jeno lifted a brow, leaning forwards slightly so he could get a better view. "on god if they hurt jisung im putting them all in the infirmary myself" you said, leaning back and looking at the slytherin team, very unimpressed by their dirty plays.
"you won!" you giggled, jisungs own laugh reverberating around you, his chest pressed against yours sending vibrations into your own. grabbing his cheeks, you stared him in the eyes before smashing your lips onto his. the crowd only seemed to cheer louder, jisungs frozen arms slowly wrapping around your waist, tilting his face and kissing back. jeno and the quidditch team let out whistles, reminding you that you were in public. a wave of embarrassment hit you, and you buried your face into jisungs chest, the sound of his rapid heartbeat matching your own.
#nct hogwarts au#park jisung imagines#nct dream imagines#park jisung#park jisung scenarios#nct dream#nct#jisung#jisung park#jisung fluff#nct jisung#jeno#lee jeno#mark#mark lee
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I've had a pretty bad fever and slept for quite some time. Now i just woke up and checked my phone.
2DAYS?!!? I slept 2whole days???? What the hell?!?
Why didn't mom wake me up? This isn't like her at all. Did sje give me my meds in my sleep? Ugh who cares now. I'm feeling better. 48hours of total black out was just what i needed. But god am i hungry now....
Wtf why won't the door open? C'mon it can't be seriously locked!!
*shuffling and grunting in the hallway*
Hooooooooold up. What's that??
*i peep through the keyhole* *terrified gasp as i stumble backwards* *outside, in the hallway, there's this ugly decomposing WALKING corpse* its a prank its a prank its gotta be a prank
*but the stench tells otherwise*
I need to get to the kitchen else imma starve here.....the door's clearly locked. The window! Imma sneak out the window!
*carefully i stand on the outer window still. The street looks awful, cars abandoned in the middle of the road, some even turned upside down. And lots of those....things walking around* they can't be zombies could they? Zombies aren't real....
*i climb down the water spout as quietly as possible* *luckily the kitchen window is open and no one seems to be inside*
Alright. First lemme close the door then eat something. Need to make a list of what i have and how long it'll last..... where's mom and dad? Hope they're safe. *I stop a sniff*
*after closing the door i find some milk and cereal. It seems electricity hasn't gone out yet since the fridge works* *as im about to take a seat, my foot hits something, sending it across the room* *its a phone. Mom's phone* *i turn it on. Messenger is open. She didn't get to send a last text....to me: 'pls be safe and don't open the door. You got t survive for us. We hold thm off as good as we cdkxfkflldk '*
They......they....no way. No no no no no!!! Could they be.....the zombie i saw in the hallway. I need to get a better look. But then what? What if it's them? Can i really...? I have to. It's not a matter of 'can' or 'cant'. They wanted me to live. This is what i will do. But first, provisions.
*i count some cans of food, an unopened pack of cereal, some veggies and what's left of mom's chicken soup* *it should keep me going for a few days until i make a plan to go out* *got several water bottles and a pack of beer*
*i take the small axe mom uses for chopping bones for soup* *i take a deep breath and slowly open the door*
*i look left and right: front door is wide open, will have to close it. The hallway seems empty for now, need to check the living room* *i quickly close the door and head towards the only other room*
Shit. SHIT!!! NOT dad! No no no nooo.....
*i struggle to not scream at the sight: dad, one arm missing, is sluggishly walking through the room, grunting to himself. Face mauled so bad i can barely recognize it, slowly decomposing. The smell is unbearable*
I can't do it. I can't do it. Dammit! I can't! No you bitch, you must!! That's not your dad anymore. The dead are supposed to stay dead. You gotta do it. You got this. Just get the head, smash it as hard as you can.
*i slowly make my way across the room, careful to not make any noise, need the moment of surprise* *im close enough. I raise the axe and...............strike* *the sickening sound of bones breaking fills my ears, the wet slosh of the axe leaving the skull makes me sick to the stomach* *the zombie falls to the ground* *i nudge it with my foot. It doesn't move. I killed it*
*shaking i tiptoe my way upstairs* *time to deal with the other one*
*it saw me! It runs towards me, still slower then a normal human* *i shriek and in the last second swing the axe* *the head tumbles to the ground, soon followed by the body* *im shaking terribly at this point* *fall to my knees and start crying*
Im sorry im sorry im sorry!!!! Mom dad im sorry!! I had to, i have to live for you. Forgive me! Im sorry! Im sorry! Please oh please let this be all nothing but one of my sick dreams!!
*sobbing and exhausted i fall asleep on the now blood soaked carpet*
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It's been a week. Im outta food officially. Can still eat what's in the fridge but it'll go bad soon. I shouldn't go too far into the city before i have better weapons and know more about these shits. Hmmmmmmđ¤ neighbor's house it is.
*i put my black hoodie on and some sneakers* *armed with the axe and a backpack im ready to head out* *the street seems empty. Yesterday a car's alarm started blaring somewhere down the road, attracting the zombies. I wrote about this in my little notebook: sensitive to sound*
*i bolt out the door and only stop in front of Jim's house* hope he's not dead in there too.
*i find the door unlocked and slip inside* *silence. No sign of zombies roaming* *i head to the kitchen and start searching*
*nothing useful* guess he managed to leave and took everything he could.
*i look around the house some more. I manage to find a bigger axe*
*getting out. Halfway back i stop in my tracks. A zombie's walking nearby. According to mom's behavior they also are attracted by movement* *BUT NO ONE COULD'VE GUESSED THEY ARE ATTRACTED BY SMELL TOO HOLLY SHIT* *he smelled me and charged* *i ran all the way home and slammed the door shut*
*panting* fuck fuck fuckkk. Gosh that was close.
*i go to the living room where i layed mom amd dad's corpses* *the stench is terrible. Im keeping the windows half open all the time* guess you two don't have any ideas on how to keep these fuckers away huh? They see me, they charge. They smell me, they charge. What the hell should i do? God you guys stink, i should bury you some time.
Or maybe..........? Hmmm might work. Let's test it.
*i take mom's head by the remaining hair and go to the front door where i can hear the zombie scratching at it* *i open it ajar and put the putrefying head in front of the gap* *i hear the zombie sniffing then grunting, then it goes away* interesting...
*i close the door again and throw the head on the couch* *i run upstairs to my room and grab the notebook: 'zombies are attracted by sound, movement and smell. They recognize eachother by the smell of decay. Using enough of their blood or flesh etc can keep them away. Need to see if you need to act like them too' *
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Today i ate the last of that salad. Need to search for more food. Most neighbors either left and took everything good or didn't have anything canned and is now spoiled. I should try to make my way towards one of the stores. I should prepare.
*i go downstairs. Take dads large coat off the clothes rack*
Hey mom, dad. Im sorry but need a favor from you two.......
*i take the big axe next to the couch and start butchering one of the corpses* *blood and chunks of flesh fly all over the place* *when im done, im left with a bloody paste of guts and rotten meat* *using a glove i then smear the coat with the smelly paste* *i feel like gagging* this should do..
*i put the coat on, take the axe and my trusty backpack*
*with shaky hands i open the front door and step out into the blazing sun*
It's time to head out.
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Flashback
Summary:Â âYou and Mark hadnât seen each other in years. Now heâs famous, and you didnât think heâd recognize you.â
Pairing&Rating: NCT Mark Lee + female reader ; FLUFF, slight angst
a/n: this is longer than expected, and super sappy, and it took me forever to finish it... but wow, soft mark hours are REAL and im gonna cry over him gn
âWhere do you think weâll be in five years?âÂ
âMark, itâs like 3am, I thought you were asleep.â
âWell, youâre not asleep.â
You blindly reach towards Mark in the darkness, trying to hit him with a stuffed animal, causing him to snicker. Weekend sleepovers together were pretty normal, sleeping in the same bed wasnât a worry from your parents since youâve known each other for so long. Mark randomly saying things and asking questions about the past or future in the middle of the night was more common than sleeping
âReally, though. Do you think weâll still be friends in five years?â
âI donât know, probably,â you werenât really sure on the answer, but you didnât really have doubts. You two had been friends are as long as you can remember - classes, clubs, and sports were taken on as an unstoppable duo. Now youâre in eighth grade, half a year away from high school, and youâre closer than ever. It seems like nothing could tear you apart - and you liked it that way.
âI bet we will. I hope so, at least,â his voice sounds so sincere, it seems as if he had been thinking deeply on it for a while before he spoke of it.Â
âYeah, me too.â With that, he let out a delighted chuckle, and you both fell asleep.Â
It had been six years. Six years and that conversation still plays in your mind late at night when you canât sleep, painfully missing your favorite childhood friend.Â
Not even a month after that sleepover, he moved away, seemingly never to be heard from again. All of your friends in class pestered you about where he went, and it only upset you more - because he didnât tell you he was leaving.Â
Him becoming a kpop star was probably the last thing you thought would happen to him; it was quite a slap in the face. BTS got you into kpop, then EXO, GOT7, now youâre into many different groups, including NCT. When you found them, and saw your prepubescent best friend, all grown up, dancing and rapping, you thought it was a dream.Â
Now theyâre on a world tour, and Canada is one of the stops. You could never pay for a fansign ticket, but finally, you managed to save the money to be able to attend.Â
There were so many people around you. Many had some kind of merch, a lightstick or a sign. You could even count maybe 5 girls crying about meeting NCT.Â
Your hand was in your pocket, nervously sweating and gripping your ticket - second row, 5th seat. In your other hand, was a baby pink gift bag with a little stuffed animal in it. Years ago, Mark had left the little bear at your house, and it seemed like a nice time to give it back to him. The wait in line outside seemed to take forever, and it added to your anxiety.Â
You couldnât understand why you were so anxious. He was your best friend, shouldnât you be happy to see him? But you were so scared - what if he didnât remember you? What if you went up to meet him, and he doesnât even look twice? If you told someone, would they believe you? Of course not. The negatives in this situation made it hard for you to breathe.Â
The girls sitting next to you on either side both shifted excitedly. One had a mask on and didnât turn your way, but the other smiled at you.Â
âWhoâs your bias?â She asks, and you couldnât control your smile. âMark,â you say, and she smiles and nods. It was hard not to bias him, since you knew how he was off camera.Â
âAw, heâs so cute. Heâs my bias too, he seems like such a sweetheart!â She squealed in delight, causing you to blush a little bit.Â
This is it. As your row stood up and walked towards the fansign table, you felt like you could pass out. Yes, you were so excited to say hello to the other members, but it was almost the moment of truth - and you could only think of the bad.Â
As you took the seat in front of Mark, he didnât look up at you at first. For that half second, you really admired him. He looked so grown up, you realized just how long itâs been. You suddenly felt a wave of so many emotions wash over you.
âHi! Whatâs your name?âÂ
âY/NâÂ
He had his sharpie in his hand, your album in the other, ready to sign it like everyone else - but he obviously froze. Your stomach dropped, gulping hard. He slowly looked up at you, his eyes wide and mouth open. You almost really did cry, but then,
âY/n... [your full name]..?â He went quiet, and you smile, nodding at him, trying to hold back your tears.Â
âHey, Mark, long time no see,â You chuckle, trying to joke so you donât actually cry.Â
âWow, yeah, oh my gosh, how have you been!?â He said quickly then started scribbling something on the inside of the album cover. You laugh at his awkwardness, shrugging at the question with a little âeh.âÂ
âHere, I brought this for you.â You put the gift bag on the table, causing him to raise a brow at you. âItâs actually yours, from forever ago..â He looked inside the bag, and you noticed him take a big breath. He looked at you with big, glassy eyes - he felt this emotion too, he never thought he would see you again, or if you would even know where he was.Â
âY/n... Iâm sorry I didnât tell you-â He spoke quietly, but you were being pushed along to the next member by the manager and the girl next to you. You gave Mark a small smile, then shifted over to Johnny.
âY/n, huh? Mark talks a lot about you.â Johnny gives you a little smile, causing you to blush madly. You glance over at Mark, whoâs blushing as well, and he gave you a quick glance with a happy smile.Â
When you finally arrive home, the day seemed like a dream. It was late at night, the drive home was only an hour, but you were tired. You kept playing the day in your head - he recognized you. Right away. That alone made you happy, but what you wouldnât give to spend more time with him.Â
Oh yeah, he signed your album, but you didnât look at it yet. When you opened it, you knew his writing - his signature, and then... a number? He wrote âWhatsappâ in messy letters. Of course, you message him right away, hoping at this hour, heâd answer.
And he did. All you said was âhey.âÂ
âyou still live in the same house, right?â
âyeah, why??â
âgo to the park, i want to see youâ
Your heart was beating in your ears. You didnât think it would lead to that, but at the same time you expected it. It was late, yes, but you hurriedly slip your sneakers back on and go back out to your car.Â
You remember the park of course. It was mostly fields and trees, but you two would sneak out and play on the swings when you were younger. The last time you two went, Mark fell off his bike and hurt his ankle, so you had to call your mom and you two got in trouble. As you were driving, you snickered thinking about it.Â
But... You couldnât help but to feel nervous. It had been years, you didnât think at all that you were ever on his mind.Â
There wasnât a single car on the road. The air was a bitter cold, it had snowed when you were on your way home, but none of it stayed on the ground. Every time you stopped at a red light, your stomach would turn again. You tried to calm yourself, but for some reason, it was just hard. You didnât realize that you missed him this much. Now he had asked you to meet up at your childhood hangout place, and none of it seemed real.Â
The gates to the park were closed, and a padlock kept them shut. You knew it would be like that, so you parked down the street and cut through the trees to the lonely swing set. You looked around, you didnât see anyone. But, sitting alone on a swing, was a single person. In the bright moonlight, you could just barely make out that it was Mark. His back was turned to you, and you could see that his head was hung low, and he was holding himself from the cold.Â
âHey, Mark Lee,â Your voice startled him, but he stood and turned to face you. You couldnât read his expression in the dim light. Neither of you walked closer for a moment, and the tension in the air made your shoulders go rigid. He didnât say anything for a bit, he just stared at you.Â
âYou look exactly the same.â He finally said, taking slow steps towards you. You look away, afraid to see the look in his eyes now that heâs close enough to see it. His words oddly made you feel warmer, but you still shivered when the wind blew.Â
âThatâs surprising, itâs been six years.â You didnât mean for your words to sound bitter, but they did. You hear him take in a heavy breath, and when he says nothing, you finally look up at him. His brown eyes glistened in the moonlight, and the shadows on his face made him look mature and defined. âYou look different, though.â You say, a dry laugh following. âOlder.â
âWell, itâs been six years.â He mocks you in the joking way, and you couldnât hide your smile. This makes him smile as well, and while you looked away again, he couldnât take his eyes off of you.
âItâs been... six years...â He sounds breathless this time, like it finally settled on him how long itâs been. This forces you to look back up, and he now has a sad smile. His eyes are apologetic, same as when he tried to speak to you at the event. In a way it hurt you. His face holds pain in the situation, but in a way, this was his doing. He was the one that left to be an idol. You didnât hold that against him, but you were still upset that he left without telling you. You didnât think that you two were ever going to part, and you still canât believe that now his life has gone so differently from yours. He seems to be having an amazing life, but youâre lonely without him, and for some reason... mad.
But the way he looked at you, you didnât show your anger - it melted away when he put his hand on your arm.Â
âIâve missed you, Y/n. You donât have to believe me, but I think about you all the time.â You wouldnât believe him normally, but even Johnny said it. âY/n, huh? Mark talks a lot about you.â
You chew on your lip nervously, you have no idea what to say to him. What does a person do in a situation like this? You just stare at him for a moment. Heâs closer to you now, and you see just how tired he is. His blonde hair is messy, different from how you saw him earlier.Â
âAre you okay, Mark? You look... so tired.âÂ
âMark, please, calm down.â Johnny tries to make Mark sit down, but the younger is pacing across the hotel room, almost pulling out his own hair. âI am so stupid!! How could I not have said more?! Itâs been years and I barely said anything!! She probably hates me for leaving...â Markâs almost on the verge of tears as he speaks frantically, and all he wants to do is scream.
âShe came today, so she doesnât hate you. Just talk to her some more-âÂ
Thereâs a ding from Markâs phone. He quickly picks it up, then looks at Johnny.Â
âItâs Y/n. Oh god, what do I say?!âÂ
âMaybe you should go and see her. You said weâre pretty close to your hometown right?âÂ
âYeah...yeah! But how will I meet her anywhere?âÂ
âIâll drive you, just tell her to meet you somewhere.âÂ
The moments that happened before he came here played in his head, but he said nothing to you about it. He just gave you a small smile and shrugged his shoulders.Â
âI just havenât been sleeping well. Surprise, surprise, right?â You just give him an awkward smile. This made you chuckle. Heâs always had trouble sleeping, he used to tell you how his mind was moving too fast for him to fall asleep. He always wanted to listen to soft songs to sleep, or he would ask you to sing along to a song you knew well.Â
âI guess things like that will never change.â You say, and for some reason, your words lingered in the cold air for a moment. Without any thought, you put your hand over Markâs, feeling how cold his fingers are. You took both of his hands into your jacket sleeves, something you used to do as you two waited for the school bus during winter.Â
He feels another wave of emotion flood over him, and this time, he canât seem to keep the tears away. He sucks in a shaky breath, looking down at your hands.
âMark...â You feel this aching pain in your chest at seeing him like this.Â
âI-Iâm sorry, Y/n...â His voice cracks, and he canât bring himself to look up at you.
âMark, look at me.â Your voice is soft but stern enough for him to obey, his body relaxing slightly at the sweet look in your eyes. âIâm not mad at you. I never was.â You tell him, holding on tightly to his hands now.Â
âR-really?â
You can see his tears glistening in the moonlight, and you release one of your hands to wipe his cheeks. He flutters his eyes closed, resting his face against your hand.
âReally, Mark. Iâm so proud of you. I just want you to be happy.âÂ
His lip quivers at your words, and he closes his eyes tightly. âIâm not happy. Not without you being my best friend.âÂ
The feeling his words gave you made you want to burst into tears, but instead, you threw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck. He doesnât hesitate to hold you, gripping your jacket with a death grip, as if he knows youâll disappear any second. You stand in silence for what feels like forever. His embrace doesnât loosen at all, and youâre okay with it. You miss his hugs, his smell and his warmth. Heâs taller and more muscular now, making the way he holds you make you feel even warmer.Â
âPlease... keep contact with me, okay? Please...â You say into his shoulder, feeling a little ridiculous that you begged him like that. He takes a deep breath into your hair as if imprinting your smell into his soul.
âI promise, Y/n. I donât want to leave you again. God, Iâve missed you so much...â He loosens his arms around you just enough to be able to look you in the eye, watching how the moon and stars seemed to be held in your eyes.Â
The thought of being able to see and talk to him more made a weight lift off your shoulders. A happy smile forms on your face as you nod at him, and he nods back.Â
âSo, uh... I had to sneak out to see you... I should probably get back before my manager kills me.â He awkwardly chuckles, but even with saying that, he doesnât let you go - God please, not yet, just a little longer.
âYeah... My mom might kill me if she finds out Iâve stayed out so late.â You giggle, making his chest warm up. You wouldnât believe how much he has missed your laugh.Â
âIâll text you, okay?â He finally lets go of you, and you shiver from the cold air once again. He nod at him, waving goodbye to him as he runs to Johnnyâs car. You stand there for a moment, watching as they pull away. It takes a moment for you to actually comprehend what just happened, and you ended up standing there for almost 5 minutes. Your phone chimes, and you look down to see another message from Mark.
âget home safe. I love you, dork.âÂ
bitch im so fkin softÂ
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uhhhh a post seattle continuation story by respectablesentiment?! yes please đ i would be so curious to see how you would write their journey afterwards if santa barbara wasnt a thing. i know you would feed us well in terms of balancing plot, fluff, angst, smut. i know you said not to encourage you but im here to ask you to please think about it lmao đ
I love that you wrote my username specifically and for some strange reason it threw me off. Like obviously if youâre sending me an ask, then youâve identified me as a person but also like directly being named is a weird experience.Â
Anyway, hello!Â
Thank you very much for your interest, you would be horrified to see the amount of posts like that in my drafts where Iâve written some half-assed explanation of an AU or a continuation fic and then never posted it (legitimately there are like 50+ posts in my drafts, just chillin, waiting for their moment)
I have actually given it a lot of thought and we all know, we all know, that it would involve therapy. It would probably end up a LOT darker than the third story I did (the âsad ficâ) because like jesus christ, Ellieâs head would be a mess there.Â
I have added a cut here because this post got BIG and Iâm sorry. I told you very very politely to not encourage me because Iâm a big baby. I have no self control and will be putting myself into time out :(Â
I think her initial headspace would be focused on Dina being okay and just grief. But then I think returning to Jackson with her tail between her legs would be fucking awful for her. Like genuinely, genuinely awful. Like heart shattering, acid in your veins, fire in your throat, levels of anger, and frustration and shame.Â
I think reuniting with Maria (w/ Tommy in whatever capacity), and also w/ Jesseâs parents would be absolutely awful.Â
I donât think Dina would be showing yet either, or maybe just starting too, so having to break that news would be bittersweet.Â
I think when they first return, they would go to Dinaâs place. They would maybe spend some time at the clinic, but like.... they would want to be alone. And everywhere else is too overwhelming with Joelâs memory. They would wrap themselves up in the blankets in Dinaâs bed, ignoring how Jackson makes them feel, like coming home w/ pieces missing, coming home w/ nothing achieved but more heartache, and they would just break.Â
I think theyâd be cracks along the trip, maybe a total shuddering and sobbing breakdown at the theatre, but otherwise it would be quiet. Night terrors but the kind where you wake up silently with a weight on your chest. I think they would hold themselves together with trembling hands and breathlessness the entire fucking trip home and then as soon as they are alone, eyes still red, touchy and nervy from the day and the people, they would just break into a million pieces.Â
both of them.Â
like proper gut wrenching, shaking, painful sobbing, clutching each other so tight that it hurts, and they would just cry.Â
the kind of crying where it comes in waves, where youâre sobbing so hard you canât breathe and then you manage to stop shaking enough to suck in a couple breaths and then youâre gone again.Â
the type of crying where at some point you think distantly âgod this is catharsisâ and then later you realise you actually feel much much worse than before
And life would go on. Not for them, but around them. Jackson would continue, and they wouldnât.Â
I think Ellie would sit by herself, either completely drained or full of energy. I think she would go for walks to tire herself out, maybe try to do some of the manual labour on a farm rotation without really saying anything, and people just let her.
I think Dina would read and one day go to Jesseâs parents house, and his mother would hug her, and they would drink tea, and not really talk but know that they would get there.Â
I think Ellie would leave the bed sometimes after a bad nightmare and try to read one of Dinaâs books or maybe walk through Jackson under the moonlight. Trying to settle herself.Â
I think sheâd do that maybe several times. Maybe more. But one night Dina will wake too and she will not be okay.Â
âIf Iâm asleep, I need you to stay with me. If youâre going somewhere, wake me. I want to go with you, doesnât matter what time it is. You go, I go.â - Dina
Because holy fucking shit, Dina woke up into a nightmare - and I think every time she reaches for Ellie in bed and doesnât find her then sheâll be back in that moment. Fucking terrified, and scared of whatâs around every corner, and jesus christ if Ellie isnât in the house?? if Ellie has gone for a walk, and Dina realises she isnât there?? I think she could be angry sure, but in that moment - she would be absolutely fucking stuck.Â
I think they would both have significant trauma and I wouldnât be capable of writing something that links Seattle Day 3 to the Farm chapter that we see - because they are not okay and not acknowledging it. And I think thereâs a lot to be said about finding lightness and having good days among bad ones, but I couldnât possibly write something about Ellie pretending or forcing herself to do something, and Dina either being oblivious or not acknowledging what Ellie is doing.
I think I would have to write the story as the shaky progression of that grief and those feelings through Dinaâs pregnancy. And I would not have the heart to send them to the farm until after JJ is born and they are a bit more settled in themselves.Â
By after, I mean when JJ is about 3 months old. So a bit more manageable than straight up new born, and after definitely after winter. My timelines have him born in like Nov-Dec in the year, so like it would need to be after winter. Because not only has our poor baby girl Ellie gone through winter in tlou1 WITHOUT Joel, she then proceeds to LOSE Joel in winter.Â
like..... bitch, we should cancel the whole season at this point. ~winter is done~
Anyway anyway, Iâm sure I could get it to a fluffy place - but my dumb brain cannot skip over the trauma. Itâs like..... itâs like an unskippable cut scene in a video game. Iâm mad at it, but I gotta sit through it.Â
ANYWAY I think theyâd have a solid 1-2 months of Nothingness (that depression feel), and then start making meaningful strides before Dina reaches her third trimester. And then when they have their beautiful lil baby boy, and we get to see some special moments w/ them as a lil family, it would end with:
âWeâve got a little creature to take care of, how about we find a farmhouse?â - Ellie
#ask#a nice anon#writing plans#LOOK i said don't encourage me#i specifically said don't let me do this#and now I'm DISTRACTED#i'm only one (1) woman#i have a limited capacity and 90% of my brain is fictional queer women w trauma#i am writing the fun fic and FOCUSING on only that fun fic until it is done#pls support me by putting me in the gay baby jail that i belong in#the gf is really annoyed at me for spending so much time writing about this and not writing my current fic#the side eye is reeeeaaaaallll#you can see why i don't write about my headcanons because I CANNOT SHUT UP when i do#Anonymous#ellie x dina fic#tlou2 fanfiction#my writing
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