#it made me feel things because that's like. your group of people. and they won't tell you exactly why they want rubin dead.
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Hello! Exvangelical and also a MAGA-cult survivor here, and I did leave! I left in 2019, voted with my gut in 2020, and fully left my faith in 2021. I am exactly the poster child for all the people who want folks to "just do the right thing and leave without support!" and let me just tell you:
Leaving was the best decision I've ever made for my conscience.
Leaving was also. The worst decision I've ever made in every other metric, that has completely and utterly destroyed my life in irreparable ways. If growing up in a cult shortened my life by five years, the stressful and painful process of extricating myself from that cult shortened my life by at least another ten.
I left in 2021, when I was about 20 years old. I'm going to be 24 this year and I'm still feeling the effects of my decision. I've had homelessness hanging over me for the past 4 years, I've got almost no social group anymore, no community, no support. I've encountered communist and leftist groups that talk big about all the things we need in this country, but when the rubber hits the road, the amount of support they can actually offer me in their community trends towards... not all that much, really.
Now, I'm vocally fairly left-leaning right now, which I've been steadily moving more left since I extricated myself from MAGA, but I did not start out so aggreable to left-leaning ideology, and folks would have hated and rejected me 6 years ago when I first actually properly left MAGA, and I wouldn't have gotten any material support from them at allânot that I'm really getting any material support right now, but it's the idea. The people who are freshly out aren't going to be particularly pretty or politically correct, they won't share your views and they will grow but they need time, and they're not gonna get forgiven by everyone and that's just life. We have to live with that, and we can't just ask people who maybe ARE willing to leave a cult, to fucking kill themselves [never stated directly, but if someone is going to die if they leave because they have absolutely no support system, and people are saying they should leave anyway and if they die then it's just collateral, that's pretty fucking callous if you ask me??] because they got indoctrinated into a cult at some point and therefore their lives are forfeit.
If you're doing that, if you're writing people off as disposable in the name of your cause, not gonna lie, you're doing exactly the same as the MAGA cultists do. If you're dehumanising a different groupâstill declaring people's lives forfeit in the name of your great grand vision of the world, then that makes you a scary, dangerous motherfucker and I do not trust you and I do not think you should be trusted. No one is immune to propaganda, it can genuinely happen to anyone, and especially people can be born to fuckers who are in a cult. That happened to me. And we've had this conversation before: no one should be written off and their lives declared forfeit just because they were born to the wrong people. Like that's also kind of the whole schtick of not being racist or ableist, if I remember correctly?
I'm not trying to toot my own horn here, but.... most people aren't me, and I have to live with that knowledge, and so do all of y'all. I'm a absolute cockroach of an individual and most people in my shoes would be dead. They would have killed themselves. I know they would have, because I nearly succeeded at that when I tried. Frankly, leaving very nearly killed me and ngl, it still very much might within the next 5 years, and I'm now indistinguishable from "one of you" leftists, and I'm not getting cared for in a lot of meaningful ways either.
Robust social services exist for people who are gradually or suddenly alienated from everyone they've ever known.
Yes, even the little old childless ladies. Yes, even for the crotchety asshole little old childless ladies who have alienated their entire extended family [ESPECIALLY FOR THE NASTY LITTLE OLD LADIES ACTUALLY!!! It's actually super important for the cause of reproductive rights for people to have the option to be childless and it to not be a death sentence; I could spill a lot of ink about this but I don't need to say more, because you're very smart and you've already figured this one out, right??...... Excellent, moving on.] Yes, even the people who don't exactly think like you. Yes, even the people who still stan Harry Potter or fuckin... whatever. I don't care. Even the transphobes and the homophobes, and the whatever-else. When the rubber hits the road they need to have the option to extricate themselves from their ideology freely.
Robust social services represents freedom to leave shitty abusive situations. Truly just "if it sucks, hit da bricks!" Leave a shitty abusive job, leave some shitty abusive parents, leave a shitty abusive ex, leave a shitty abusive ideological group. With social services that mean you won't die if you leave? It will still be inordinately painful to leave everyone you've ever known, and we still can't demand that of anyone, but those shitty abusive situations aren't holding literal life and death over their victims anymore.
These things allow people a chance to heal from indoctrination of various kinds, and not fucking die during the process of healing while they're vulnerable and lacking support systems and skills and they're not necessarily going to be pleasant people to be around just yet because they haven't healed, which takes time. It's so important to have these systems, so that the people who leaveâleftists like me, the poster child of "doing the right thing and leaving without support"âcan have a future at all.
I left MAGA. I left my faith. I did it. I won. And it was the best and worst decision I've ever made in my life. I got my sense of self back, I wasn't flattened into the image of a cult adherent anymore... but I lost.... everything else. All of my personal possessions, all of my friends, all of my family, all of my documents, all of my medical records... everything. I lost everything and building back has been painful and miserable and lonely as all goddamn hell, and I genuinely and truly would never ever wish this sort of pain onto anyone else in the world, not even my worst enemies.
And truly. If you want to inflict this sort of pain onto other people for you to feel morally superior, and you don't care if they get hurt or suffer or die, just because they were unlucky, just because they were born to the wrong people? From the bottom of my cold dead little leftist heart: Fuck you.
i think the hill i'm going to die on here is that lasting anti-fascist activism begins and ends with unrestricted social services.
protests are great. kind of indispensable right now. but in times when we can be less reactive, you want to know what you're protesting *for*, not just against.
today i saw a post elseweb saying "why aren't white women fleeing maga? they have to know by now that tradwife means sex slave". and like... it's very simple. they can't leave because they would end up like me.
they're, we're, deliberately made unemployable so that we'll have to marry whatever mediocre white man picks us out. as it happened, i was unappealingly intersex, fat, butch, and autistic, so none of the mediocre white boys of my generation ever took a second look at me, but that didn't give me job skills or career connections.
i knew multiple women whose husbands divorced them and took the house as part of their midlife crises. they had to send the kids to live with relatives and take dead-end jobs like bagging groceries because they were in their forties with zero job experience. if they'd rejected the worldview, if they'd alienated their families and what few friends didn't victim-blame them for the divorces, they'd have had nowhere to turn.
it's been over twelve years since i got out. psychologically, medically, i'm healthier. but i've chased a fresh start through half a dozen states. i spent my inheritance getting a degree. none of it helped. there are no supports for abandoning (or being abandoned by) your support network.
you won't defeat fascism until my people are free to leave the cult if they realize they want out. until we can access free housing to get away from financial abuse, free comprehensive job training and placement services to help us start careers, national healthcare so we can flee across state lines if necessary without losing any medical care we're lucky enough to have access to, protections for children and teens so they can flee without needing a parent's help... universal basic income would be really good but there are smaller steps that could help with financial independence.
and it all has to be available to everybody, including people you think are "unworthy". people who hold the wrong opinions. drug addicts. people whose husbands or parents make too much money. people who aren't from around here. unrepentant bigots. if they want out, you have to give them a path out. minds can change later, once people are less scared and less pressured.
(i'm ex-catholic. do you want to hear about what happens when you force people to profess certain beliefs in order to access basic assistance? i have two thousand years of examples.)
"but if they really wanted out they'd do the Right Thing and leave without support!" Better to be one man's sex slave than turning tricks on the street. "staying just proves they're actually evil and there for the bigotry!" Live in your car for six months in 100°F heat, twice, and then talk to me again. There's no virtue in cutting yourself off from society just to prove some kind of moral point. All that does is get you dead or worse.
("JT, you're not dead" I'm a fucking cockroach. Most people would be dead by now. Survival bias goes both ways; we're not all the same model of airplane.)
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i think another thing worth adding to all the conversations is that my existence as a trans person in this fandom is not a form of protest. (under the cut because it's long)
i think it's easy to fall into the mindset that being in this space as someone from a community jkr has harmed is protest in and of itself. or that merely engaging with queer stories is an act of protest - "jkr would hateee what we write!", "jkr already hates me so-" etc etc but that doesn't alleviate the harm caused. that doesn't change the fact that all of this is relevance and promotion of her universe (esp over on tt) so,,, what actually is your act of protest?
i think it's important to recognise that jkr doesn't know us. she doesn't know me, she doesn't know you, she doesn't look at this space and consider the demographic of it (outside of potential promotions), she simply sees a group of people engaging with her works that could potentially be drawn back into profitting her (again, promotions - thinking here about the official HP tiktok queerbaiting). in her own words, when asked how she felt about losing a community from engaging, she replied: "i read my most recent royalty check and find that the pain goes away pretty quickly".
me existing as a trans person - both inside and outside of this space - is not a form of protest, it's just existing. my heart beating and continuing to beat throughoit everything is not an act of protest, it's me living.
me being trans is not a protest.
everything else? everything i do rather than everything i am? that's the protest.
it's just,,, coming off the back of all the tiktoks being made (which btw, endlessly thankful. sucks that now is the time but it's never Too Late to start talking about it and i'm thankful to everyone who has shouldered some of the weight over the last few days) i'm seeing a lot of comments like "but so many of the creators in this space are trans!!! how do we STILL have an issue with transphobi-"
because outside of being a cool sticker to show your inclusion and diversity, the vast majority of people don't care. because outside of going "hey look, we uplift trans people by making them popular", no one really considers us.
when you argue about headcanons, when you argue about "proper cosplays", when you post your videos of the studios whilst following us, when you do so many thingssss, you don't consider how it affects us. or, when we use our voices, if it's not about a headcanon or a fic? we're ignored.
for example, you'll argue about fem sirius but when we say "hey, maybe debating what makes a man a Proper Man is harmful", you roll your eyes and go "yeah but,,,,, he's meant to be MACHO MANLY đĄâđ»" and i'm left watching people debate whether wearing makeup makes me - a real life trans man - less of a man. you'll argue that it makes wolfstar straight and i turn to my real life cis male boyfriend and ask if he's ever wanted me to Look Normal, or if anyone has ever questioned his "boyfriend", and he'll shake his head and ask why i'm worried, and i have to bring up a Fictional Wizard.
we're used as almost an act of protest by the fandom on tiktok??? used a lot as a "look at how trans inclusive this fandom is!" but when trans people say how they're treated and made to feel? the biggest concern is if this will affect their content.
existing as or engaging in something that jkr would hate is not an act of protest if that protest starts and ends with fictional characters. if that same inclusion and strive for representation and inclusion is not reflected with the issues that affect these creators you use as signposts for inclusion, then it's not an act of protest.
jkr doesn't care that you read trans regulus or that a trans person in this space has 300k followers, she cares if you're going to giving her money or not - so what are You doing to prove to Us that you won't?
engaging with queer media isn't an act of protest if you turn a blind eye to the creator of the franchise whilst she harms queer people. and it's not an act of protest if you ignore those that Do speak about it, because it's affecting the content you want.
my existence here isn't the protest. me being in this space as a trans person? that changes nothing. everything else i do is the protest. not my identity, but the fight to protect it.
#robyn's jkr yaps#seen a few comments about how the tiktok fandom is going to look less inclusive if trans people keep leaving#and all i can think about is the word Look there.#it will Look less inclusive.#but for us it's never really Been inclusive#because having us here means nothing if we're constantly defending our right to exist
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First Round - Day two (Luther group)
Kristina: I love this place! It's so big
Nathalie: You don't think it's bugged do you
Alaina: We're on a reality show. If every single room doesn't have a microphone then someone didn't do their job. Aren't I smart *looks deliberately at camera*
Kay: I think is going to be fun!
Kristina: Kay did you get the room by mine? I reserved it for you
Nephinae: Of course you did
Nephinae storms off leaving the group confused.
Nephinae (voiceover): Kristina just gets on my nerves. And then she goes stealing my emotional support bestie? She's lucky I didn't clock her in the face- shout out to my past therapist Dale for teaching me not to punch people when I get angry. I just needed a minute to cool off
Alaina: She's interesting
Kristina: More like needlessly dramatic, I hope I didn't make you feel awkward Kay
Kay: *smiles* Not at all, it's nice to feel included
Abigail: Your ex sounds like utter garbage and I hope if I ever made him coffee it was terrible
Kristina: Oh you should have- no I probably shouldn't say what ingesting that plant does on tv
Alaina: *laughing* Remind me not to get on your bad side Kristina
Nathalie had disappeared outside to find Nephinae, but is it worth approaching a riled up hot head?
Nathalie: *scared* Thank goodness you're out here, there must be less microphones out here
Nephinae: *chuckling* the microphones are mainly where the cameras are Nat
Nathalie: That's what you think but I'm sure there's bugs hidden everywhere!
Sighing Nephinae leads Nathalie inside where they do a thorough inspection of the kitchen for any secret bugs.
Nephinae: See? Only two mics that aren't very hidden because they need to pick up sound
Nathalie: Someone must have moved the extras when we were outside! That'll be it darling
Upstairs Kay and Alaina have found the table tennis table, and decide to use it for its intended purpose.
Alaina: Best of five?
Kay: Have you ever played before
Alaina: No but how hard can it be
It was in fact very hard and most of the balls ended up raining down in the kitchen or front hall...
Nephinae (from the kitchen): Holy Cowplant! That one hit me on the head
Kay: Sorry!
Nathalie: I was just saying darling that if you dressed more your age-
Abigail: Save it. I don't want to listen to out there ideas all through lunch
Kristina: Abby Nathalie may have different fashion ideas than you do but it doesn't make her weird
Nephinae: She's just... adventurous
Alaina: Deanna there you are! Come sit by me for lunch
Deanna did not choose to sit by Alaina for lunch.
...
Alaina: I was just saying acting is a skill everyone- certainly every woman should have. Are you trying to say you've never acted to sell any of those nursery plants
Kristina: I say the truth about the plants, it's what the customers deserve
Nathalie: I was once a background actor in a laundry powder commercial. I had to fall in a patch of mud six times
Abigail: And I'm not allowed to say that was weird?
Kay: You didn't think of sticking to acting then Nathalie?
...
Nephinae: We found two in here
Nathalie: *nervous* But there's got to be more
Deanna: How else could they capture all the cute moments
Kristina: Yes we have to remember we are being recorded by cameras anyway
Kay: It's not so bad Nathalie. If you think about it maybe... I want to say 80% of what they record won't actually be used
Abigail: At least that many customers I serve don't even look at the latte art
...
Nephinae (voiceover): You could say my morning was... rough. Yeah my temper got the better of me so that kind of slowed the bonding. It was nice that Nathalie came to check on me though. At least I think she wanted to, she may just have wanted to unload her fears. Anyway for skill time I figured I should work on my charisma. I've fixed worse relationships than I have here so far, I can bring things back
Kay (voiceover): Things are going well. People seem to like me which is new, I don't really have friends outside my family anymore. And Deanna sat by me at lunch! We didn't get much talking done with some of the others having problems so hopefully I can get a solo date. In that mind I decided to work on charisma for the skill building time, I'll need to make the most of conversations I manage to fit in
Kristina (voiceover): Part of me wishes Nephinae could be a grown up and ignore whatever negative first impression she has of me... But the other part of me says be genuine. If you dislike me so be it, but don't think Deanna won't find out, her sister is co-producer after all. Anyway with all my brothers, I'm used to squabbles. I worked on charisma for the skill time today, I figured it was a good first choice
Abigail (voiceover): Something just got me annoyed this morning. Was it that I spilled my coffee or that some people seem to treat me like a child? Let's go with both! *sighs* I think they're all cool but I don't think it's mutual yet, maybe I should host a campaign on an off day. People can bond when faced with an army of goblins. Anyway I did logic for the skill time, very necessary
Alaina (voiceover): What a great start, love some drama I can appear superior to. Sure I invited Deanna to sit with me but I figured Kay would distract her. You bet I'm going to dazzle the industry with the time I'm here though, just watch me win Deanna back over. Anyway what was the question? Oh skill, right. I worked on charisma, not that I really need it but still
Nathalie (voiceover): My paranoia does get worse around strangers, I admit that darling. I may be *shudders* last but I am just going to show her what she is missing out on. Then when she inevitably breaks up with whichever patsy "wins" she'll know to call me. I spoke to my mirror for the skill time but really, why would I need more charisma? It already is my best strength
Another cloudy evening meant another indoor meal. Most of the contestants had settled down from the emotional roller-coaster of the morning and the talking was a lot lighter.
Kay: You made this yourself? It's delicious
Deanna: Thank you, I'm trying to work on my cooking
Nephinae: You should try out using a juice fizzer, I think you'd enjoy it
Kristina: You can make all sorts in one of those right
Nephinae: Absolutely
...
Abigail: It is a lot of writing really. I mean you can't just do one path you know?
Deanna: In case the group want to like do something unconventional?
Abigail: Exactly! You don't want to be caught completely unaware
Kay: It sounds like a lot of fun! We should do a... what are they called? On our day off
Kristina: A campaign!
Nathalie: Or we could not act like 5 year olds and-
Alaina: How dare you, I am five years old
...
With dinner tidied away the group head to the lounge to watch a film.
Kay: I'm surprised we're not watching one of Devin's films
Alaina: No need, I've seen them all as a student of film
Nathalie: I thought you were a waitress
Alaina: I am, doesn't mean I don't know I'm going to end up acting. What are you trying to say about Abby?
Abigail: *sighs* Leave me out of it
Abigail (voiceover): Don't get me wrong, waitresses do much needed work. But I'm a barista. It's like calling a landscape architect a lawn mower. Those two seem determined to misunderstand each other
Kay: How do you think they built that set?
Nephinae: Most likely an overlay of plaster that has the detail on top of the existing structure
Kristina: That's fascinating. And they got the plants right. The amount of times I've seen movies with trees in the wrong climate. What do you think of the plot Abby?
Abigail: Huh? Oh well I did guess that he was really her father
Nathalie: Darling do you do black magic?
Abigail: No... I just know how stories are structured from playing so many games
Deanna: It's a very impressive trick
With the film over most of the ladies headed to bed. Deanna had some time chatting with Kristina, Kay and Nephinae who stuck around for another hour or two.
Nephinae: Goodnight Deanna, sorry about my attitude this morning
Deanna: That's fine, it's stressful
Nephinae: Thanks for understanding *embraces*
Nathalie (voiceover): Why should I have stayed talking to Deanna? Someone may as well wash the dishes
Sims created by: @bakersimmer, @berrysims-lp, @daedriyth, @hashimasims, @invisiblequeen, @lostinsixam
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clocking artemy in for his 'rescuing abandoned babies' shift at the plague house factory
#(a) oh god i hate these side quests. i mean i love them and they're not mandatory but GOD the infection mechanics are brutal. plague victims#fully standing in doorways DEMANDING a hug#(b) extremely funny that anna angel is there at all times. girl what are you doing here. stop stealing babies#jack plays pathologic#also while i'm here rambling in the tags. i just finished the sidequest where the kin want your good pal rubin dead and it's like. man.#it made me feel things because that's like. your group of people. and they won't tell you exactly why they want rubin dead.#and rubin will not tell you why they want him dead beyond 'i did an abomination' which like yeah probably.#meanwhile he's so MEAN to a cultural group that you the player character are part of and it's like. man!! rubin daniil isn't half as bad#and idk to me it's just a sign of like. man you are so desperate for help that you're willing to work with anyone with an ounce of knowledg#because otherwise EVERYONE dies#and it's SO bleak#p2 also has the added burden of like. yeah artemy gets attacked on suspicion of his dad's murder as soon as he gets off the train#and then twenty minutes later he sees a member of the Kin burned alive for no reason. GOD
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Clueless: Baby Bang



Bang Chan x fem!reader
Warnings: Reader is pregnant (just that, nothing deep)
Genre: established relationship, flufffff
Summary: You've been distant lately, and Chan can't understand why. Because this is very unusual for the two of you as you two are on each other all the time. And Chan panics as you guys are getting married in a few months, and this sudden change is unraveling him.
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Chan paced the living room, a deep frown etched into his forehead. You hadnât touched him in days. Weeks, actually. That alone was already a catastrophe, considering the fact that you two were basically like bunnies.
But now? Nothing. You were dodging his touches like he was contagious. He reached for your hand? Oh, look, you suddenly needed both hands to text someone. He tried for a kiss? Whoops, you conveniently yawned. Bedtime? You were already asleep.Â
And that diamond ring glittering on your ring finger? It made him wonder if you were regretting saying yes to him already.
Heâd spent way too many nights staring at the ceiling, feeling like the universe was punishing him for something he didn't even know he did.
Chan sighed and opened the group chat. This was bad. He needed to vent.
Chan: Sheâs avoiding me.
A rapid barrage of notifications followed, and Chan barely had time to process one before another arrived.Â
Minho: Y/N? The one whoâs practically glued to your lap 24/7?
Hyunjin: LMAO. Not possible. I won't believe it.
Seungmin: You obviously did something.
Chan: NO, I DIDNâT DO ANYTHING!
Chan: Sheâs been acting weird for WEEKS. 2 weeks to be exact. No kisses. No hugs. No⊠anything.
Jisung: No sex? BRO. Are you okay?
Felix: What if sheâs planning something? Like a surprise? Maybe a wedding thing?
---
Chan paused. That was⊠not unreasonable. But no. Youâd never kept secrets from him before. Like you've given him enough surprises before so he knew this was different.
---
Minho: OR. Sheâs finally come to her senses about you seducing her into saying yes?Â
Chan: Minho. I will come to your house and end you.
Jeongin: But seriously, hyung. Did you say something? Do something? Forget an important date? Youâre kind of a workaholic.
---
That hit a little too close to home. Chan frowned, scrolling back through his mental timeline of your relationship.
---
Chan: I didnât forget anything. I swear. We were fine until a couple weeks ago, and now sheâs avoiding me like the plague.
Changbin: Well. Thereâs only one logical explanation.
Changbin: Sheâs been abducted by aliens and replaced with a clone.
Jisung: YES. I second this. The real Y/N would NEVER do this.Â
Felix: Omg guys!Â
Chan: GUYS.
Hyunjin: Okay. What if sheâs mad because youâre not initiating? Sheâs waiting for you to grovel.
Seungmin: That makes no sense. If sheâs mad, why not just say so?
Hyunjin: IDK, some people like drama.
Jeongin: Thatâs your toxic trait, Hyung.
Hyunjin: IS NOT!
---
Chan groaned, dropping his phone onto the couch. He missed you. Like, really missed you. Sure, he wanted to rip your clothes off 90% of the time, but he also missed the simple things - your cuddles, your soft laugh, the way youâd always need him by your side when you're stressed.Â
The cold shoulders and polite smiles were killing him.
---
Minho: Just confront her, idiot. Corner her in the kitchen and ask her whatâs wrong.
Chan: You think I havenât tried that?! Every time I ask, she changes the subject.
Jisung: Okay, hear me out. Seduction.
Chan: What?
Jisung: Set the mood. Candles. Sexy music. Flex those ridiculous arms. She wonât stand a chance.
Felix: Worth a try.Â
---
That night, Chan put the "seduction plan" into action. He dimmed the lights, skipped the candles, and put on a romantic playlist. He even went full drama, lounging on the couch with his shirt conveniently unbuttoned.
When you walked in, your eyebrows shot up as you asked, âWhat's up?â
Chan said nothing, just held held his hand out. Â You froze, guilt flashing across your face, and Chan knew he had you. You placed your hand on his and let him pull you close.
âBaby, whatâs going on? Youâve been avoiding me, and itâs driving me crazy. Did I do something wrong?â His voice cracked, and that set you off.
Your eyes filled with tears, and in an instant you were in his lap, clinging to him like your life depended on it.
âIâm sorry, Channie! I didnât mean to upset you.â
âThen why -â
âShhh,â Chan fell silent as you pressed a finger to his lips. âJust know that I love you, Channie.â
Chan was suspicious. Because, well, youâd shut him up in the best way possible, last night - all he remembered was his shirt coming off and yeah.
Youâd seduced him. Thoroughly. And while his brain had short-circuited at that time, he was now absolutely certain that youâd dodged his questions on purpose.
At least he can't complain about you not touching him anymore, right?
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Chan: It didn't work.
Minho: WHAT didn't?
Chan: She kinda caught me off guard. And avoided my questions.
Jisung: I thought we agreed on YOU seducing her and you got seduced??
Felix: Soooo⊠you still donât know whatâs going on?
Chan: NO. Sheâs hiding something, I know it.
Hyunjin: Maybe youâre overthinking. Or, maybe sheâs secretly a spy.
Changbin: Sheâs NOT a spy, Hyunjin. Thatâs ridiculous.
Hyunjin: And alien clones arenât?
Minho: Why are we even helping you? You let her seduce you and then just⊠forgot your goal.
---
Chan groaned, flopping onto his back. It wasnât his fault! He was weak when it came to you. All it took was a look, or a whisper of his name and his brain turned to mush.
Still, Minho had a point.
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Chan: Okay, fine. What do I do now?
Felix: Sheâs probably just stressed? Weddings are a big deal. She might just need time to sort her thoughts.
That gave Chan pause. Weddings were stressful. Maybe that was it?
Hyunjin: My betâs still on spy.
---
Meanwhile, you were in the bathroom, staring at the little plastic stick in your hand for the hundredth time now. Youâd known for two weeks, but the reality hadnât gotten any less terrifying.
You were pregnant. Pregnant. With Chanâs baby.
The thought sent your heart racing. You loved him more than anything, but⊠youâd never talked about kids. What if he wasnât ready? What if he panics when you bring it up?Â
There were only a few months until the wedding. You didnât want to dump this on him now and risk throwing him into a spiral.
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That night, Chan decided to take Minhoâs advice (for once). No more distractions. He was getting answers tonight.
When you walked into the living room and his eyes locked onto yours - you froze. He looked so handsome, and a littleâŠworn out? You felt so guilty for doing this.Â
âCome sit,â he said, patting the couch beside him.
You hesitated, but complied, heart pounding.
âBaby, we need to talk,â Chan said, his voice soft but firm.
You swallowed hard as you murmured, âAbout what?â
âYouâve been acting weird for weeks. And you obviously don't trust me enough to talk it out. Iâm worried. What's going on? Is it the wedding?â He was giving you that puppy eyed look, and your heart shattered.
âNo, Channie, it's not like that...â
âThen what is it? Please, just tell me.â
You opened your mouth, ready to spill everything - but then you panicked. The words caught in your throat, and instead, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his.
Here he was - caught off guard (again) but quickly melting into the kiss. You climbed into his lap, your hands tangling in his hair, and within seconds, all thoughts of questioning were gone.
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Chan: SHE DID IT AGAIN.
Minho: Youâre hopeless.
Seungmin: At this rate, she could rob a bank and get away with it.
Felix: Honestly, Iâm impressed.
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Chan sighed, glaring at the group chat before throwing his phone across the bed. Whatever you were hiding, it was big. And he was determined to find out, one way or another.
Little did he know, in the bathroom, you were rehearsing how to tell him the truth: that in just a few months, he wasnât just going to be your husband.
He was going to be a dad.
Chan was officially losing it. His imagination had gone to some very dark places (thanks to Changbinâs clone theory and Hyunjinâs spy nonsense), but now he just felt defeated. What was so big and terrifying, that you felt like you couldnât share it with him?
Chan: I give up. Sheâs unbreakable.
Jisung: Hey don't lose hope.
Minho: Pathetic.
Jeongin: Just sit her down and donât let her leave until she talks.
Chan: IâVE TRIED THAT.
Chan was ready to lock himself and you in a room till you cracked, but unfortunately he was already cracking under the stress. And then a lightbulb went off in his head. There was just one person in the world who might be able to get through to you.
Felix.
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Felix was, to put it lightly, concerned when Chan cornered him in his kitchen.
âLix, you have to help me,â Chan said, his eyes wild and desperate.
âHelp you how?â Felix asked cautiously.
âCan you please try to talk to her?â Chan literally begs. âShe loves you, Lix. Maybe sheâll tell you if you ask?â
Felix hesitated, torn between loyalty to Chan, who was literally his brother and his friendship with you. But ultimately, his desire to help won anyway.
âOkay,â he said with a sigh. âIâll talk to her.â
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Later that afternoon, you opened the door to find Felix standing on your porch, holding a box of cookies and his sunniest smile.Â
âLixie?â you asked, surprised. âSo good to see you!â
âJust wanted to check on you, love,â he said, coming forward to hug you.
You stepped aside to let him in, and the two of you settled on the couch.
âI baked these for you,â he said, watching your reaction closely as you opened the box and munched on a cookie immediately. âYouâve been looking a little stressed lately.â
You stopped mid-chew, guilt gnawing at you.
âIâm fine, Lix. Just⊠wedding stuff, you know?â you said, carefully avoiding his eyes.
âIs it really just the wedding?â Felix tilted his head, unconvinced.
You froze, your hands tightening around the box.
âYou know you can talk to me, right? Whatever it is, I wonât judge.â Felix said, reaching out and placing a gentle hand over yours.
Your eyes welled up with tears, and as you put the box aside gently. Felix scooted closer as he saw the tears fall, and before you knew it, the truth came spilling out.
âIâm pregnant, Felix,â you whispered. âAnd I donât know how to tell Chan. Weâve never talked about kids, and I donât even know if he wants them. And now the weddingâs so close, and Iâm scared Iâll ruin everything. I already got my wedding dress and I don't think I'll fit into it anymore because by that time-â
Felixâs eyes went wide, and for a moment, he looked like he might burst into tears himself. But then he let out a strangled laugh.
âYouâre⊠youâre pregnant?â
You nodded, sniffled and managed a soft, âYeah.â
Felix threw his arms around you, nearly knocking you over.Â
âOh my God, Y/N! Iâm so happy for you! And for Chan! Youâre gonna have the cutest baby in the world!â he gushed, his eyes sparkling with happy tears.Â
You couldnât help but laugh through your own tears.Â
âYou don't think this is a disaster?â you asked softly, wiping your tears away.Â
âDisaster?â Felix pulled back, shaking his head. âOf course not. This is amazing! But you have to tell Chan. Heâs going insane trying to figure out whatâs wrong.â
âI know,â you said softly. âI just⊠Iâm scared.â
Felix gave you a reassuring smile and said, âChan loves you more than anything. Trust me, heâs gonna be over the moon. And I'll always be here for you. Seriously, sweetheart, this is the best news ever.â
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Hyunjin: Well? Did she tell you?
Jisung: SPILL, FELIX.
Chan: Felix? Please. Iâm dying here.
Felix hesitated, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He couldnât betray your trust, but he also couldnât leave Chan hanging.
Felix: Sheâs okay. Sheâs just⊠working through something.
Minho: And youâre being suspiciously vague.
Seungmin: Should've known that sending her best friend to investigate wasn't your strongest idea⊠obviously he's gonna take her side!Â
Felix: I promised I wouldnât say anything. But itâs nothing bad, I swear.
Chan: Seriously?? Nothing bad? Then why is she avoiding me?
Felix: Just⊠be patient with her, okay? Sheâll tell you when sheâs ready. I promise it's all ok. Trust me.Â
Chan frowned at the message, his heart twisting.
You had spent the whole night rehearsing what to say to Chan, your stomach churning with nerves. Morning came far too quickly, and as you watched him shuffle into the kitchen with his hair messy and his sleepy face, you nearly chickened out.
But Felixâs words echoed in your head. Heâs gonna be over the moon.
âChannie,â you said softly, placing your mug of tea aside and taking a step towards him.Â
He looked up from the coffee maker, his sleepy eyes brightening instantly. You were trying to talk to him, and somehow that was enough. Anything was better than you avoiding him.Â
âMorning, baby.â
You smiled nervously, gesturing to the table. âCan we talk?â
His brow furrowed, worry flashing across his face as he nodded and sat down opposite you.
âIs everything okay?â
You took a deep breath, your hands trembling slightly as you said, âYou know how Iâve been⊠weird lately?â
Chan nodded, his gaze fixed on you with a mix of concern and curiosity.
âWell,â you continued, âthereâs a reason for that. And Iâve been scared to tell you because itâs big. Like, really big.â
âBaby, whatever it is, you can tell me. I promise, Iâll handle it.â Chan said, reaching across the table and taking your hand in his.
Your eyes filled with tears as you finally said it.
âIâm pregnant.â
Chan froze. Completely. His mouth hung open, his grip on your hand tightening slightly as his brain processed your words.
âYouâre⊠pregnant?â he whispered, his voice barely audible.
You nodded, tears spilling over.
âYeah. I found out a couple of weeks ago, and I didnât know how to tell you. I didnât know if youâd be okay with it, or if it was too much with the wedding coming up -â
Chan cut you off by pulling you into his arms, burying his face in your neck. His body shook as he let out a half-laugh, half-sob, and you realized he was crying.
âChannie, are you okay?â you asked nervously, your own voice shaking as you stroked his hair.
âOkay?â he choked out, pulling back to look at you with tear-streaked cheeks and the biggest grin youâd ever seen. âBaby, Iâm better than okay. Iâm⊠Iâm gonna be a dad?â
You nodded, your heart swelling at the pure joy on his face.
Chan laughed, his tears flowing freely now.
âHoly crap. I donât know what to say?! Weâre having a baby. A baby!â
Before you could say anything else, Chan was peppering your face with kisses, squeezing you in the tightest hug ever.
âI love you so much. Baby, youâreâŠI canât believe youâve been carrying this on your own.â he said, cupping your cheeks with his hands.Â
âI didnât want to stress you out,â you admitted, clinging to him as he pulled you onto his lap. âAndâŠI've never been more scared about anything my entire life? I mean, I adore you, and I know I want this with you, our baby already means the world to meâŠbut not knowing if you would want that too? It's been killing me, we've never even joked about this before, Channie⊠â
âYou couldâve told me sooner, baby,â he said softly, kissing the tip of your nose. âI thought we were clear about this, with you, I'm ready for anything! But I get it. And I love you even more for worrying about me. But baby, weâre in this together. Always.â
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Chan: GUYS. I HAVE NEWS. HUGE NEWS đ€©
Jisung: Finally!!Â
Hyunjin: I told you she's a spy!! No one ever listens to me!!Â
Minho: Heâs too happy for that, you idiot.
Chan: WEâRE HAVING A BABY.
Jeongin: Excuse me, WHAT?
Changbin: STOP. Really?!Â
Seungmin: Wow, plot twist
Felix: Oh thank goddddddđđđđ
Felix: I was dying here
Chan: SHE TOLD ME THIS MORNING. IâM GONNA BE A DAD. WEâRE GONNA BE PARENTS. OMG.
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It felt like everytime he said it, it felt a little more real.
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Jisung: Congratulations, bro. Wow.Â
Hyunjin: I AM CRYING. I CANâT BELIEVE YOUâRE REPRODUCING.
Chan: đđđđđđđđ
Chan: MY BABYGIRL AND I ARE HAVING A BABYđđ
Minho: Jokes aside, this is such great news!! Congrats. Now go take care of your pregnant fiancée instead of spamming us.
Chan: I think I'm gonna faint
Changbin: Congrats, bro. But also⊠HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE SHE WAS GOING THROUGH SOMETHING?
Chan: I NOTICED! I just didn't think she was, you know
Jisung: Avoiding you because she was growing your spawn, apparently.
Hyunjin: âSpawnâ makes it sound like a little gremlin. Oh my Gawd đ€Ł
Felix: STOP. My babyâs gonna be so adorable Iâll CRY đ
Minho: Okay, Felix, youâre suspiciously calm about this. Did you already know?
Felix: đ
Hyunjin: YOU KNEW.
Chris: WHAT?? FELIX, YOU KNEW BEFORE ME?!
Felix: SHE TOLD ME FIRST, OKAY? SHE WAS NERVOUS, AND I PROMISED I WOULDNâT SAY ANYTHING.
Jisung: Wow. Betrayal.
Chan: SO YOU JUST LET ME SUFFER FOR WEEKS??
Felix: Yes. And? I'd do it again for her.
Changbin: LMAO savage.
Jeongin: Shame on you for trusting him when everyone knows he works for her
Chan: Thanks for being on her side, Lix
Felix: Anytime đ
Hyunjin: Omg, imagine Baby Bang. Tiny curls, tiny dimples đ
Chan: STOP IâM ALREADY CRYING AGAIN đ
Jeongin: I've never been this excited for a baby really. You'd let us babysit won't you?Â
Changbin: Oh yeah. Group uncle duty.
Hyunjin: We're gonna be dancing before we can even walk Baby Bang đ€
Felix: For sure!
Chan: THANK YOU GUYS FOR BEING EXCITED FOR US!
Jisung: Save your tears for the wedding, Daddy Bang.
Jeongin: When do we throw a baby shower? Felix?
Felix: Already planning it.
Hyunjin: This babyâs gonna be so loved.
Chan: THANK YOU, GUYS. I LOVE YOU ALL đ
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Chan added Y/N to the group chat.
Chan: SURPRISE, BABY! WELCOME TO THE CHAOS.
Jisung: AHHH THE QUEEN IS HERE!
Hyunjin: ALL HAIL THE BABY-MAKER đ
Minho: Congrats on creating life and also tolerating Chan for this long.
Felix: YAYYYYYY YOUâRE HERE! đ Weâve been dying to have you here!!!
Jeongin: Thank you for gifting us Baby Bang. We promise to only slightly corrupt them.
Changbin: Weâre all crying. Iâm crying. Hyung is crying. Everyoneâs crying.
Y/N:đ
Y/N: Oh my God, you guys.
Minho: This is us being tame.
Hyunjin: Soooo, what does it feel like, hm? Asking for research purposes, of course
Chan: Oh yeah, totally not gonna run off and impregnate someone đ
Hyunjin: What's it to you Christopher? You can do it, but I can't?!Â
Chan: Oh please
Minho: I told her to get a collar for this damn puppy and look who's here yapping
Y/N: Leave him alone guys!
Hyunjin: I respect you, Y/N. I respect you. So I'm gonna shut up (Mr Know, let's do this face to face huh)
Minho: Gladly.
Felix: Honestly, Y/N, weâre just honored to be part of this.Â
Y/N: Thanks guys, this means a lot to us.Â
Changbin: And weâre going to spoil them rotten.
Jeongin: Rotten is an understatement.
Y/N: đ€đ€đ€
Minho: You won't even know what hit you for the next 18 years. Or 30.
Chan: GUYS. Stop scaring her. Baby, theyâre joking.
Felix: Weâre not.
Hyunjin: Nope.
Jisung: Absolutely not.
Y/N: I'm all in for that hehe
Chan: I love you guys
Jisung: Chanâs in his feels again.
Felix: We have a wedding and baby shower to plan!Â
Hyunjin: OMG. A pregnant bride. Youâre gonna be so GLOWY.
Y/N: Thank you for being this excited for us. I love you guys đđ
Felix: We love you too!! đ„șđ
Divider: @saradika-graphics
Tags: @moonchild9350 @velvetmoonlght @eastjonowhere @pixie-felix @sailor--sun @chancloud8
#stray kids#skz#bang chan x reader#bang chan x y/n#bang chan x you#bang chan fluff#skz x reader#skz fluff#stray kids x reader#stray kids fluff
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Talking in a group chat with some fellow author friends earlier, and the subject of our book reviews came up. As in, "What's the favorite thing anyone's ever said about your book?" type thing.
I had to pause and think about it because people have said a lot of nice things about my work. That it's the queer goth love child of Jane Austen meets Terry Pratchett, for one. That Nathan's disability arc meant the world to them. That Vlad's blatant neurodivergence made them feel seen. That Ursula's profound loneliness made them feel less alone.
But the one thing I see time and time again that makes me smile is the word "comfort." So that's the one I went with. That people find my work comfortable.
So you can imagine my surprise when someone chimed in going, "Noo, don't say that! Your work is so good!"
I won't lie, it took me a solid ten to twenty seconds to realize that she thought someone describing my work as being "comfortable" was an insult and not one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.
And maybe I'm just several types of mentally ill, chronically ill, and too beaten down by the world, but I do not understand what is wrong with comfort. Comfort, for me, is a physically unobtainable goal. You might as well rank it up there with getting transported into another world and becoming Queen of the Fae. For me, reading comfortable narratives where people get taken care of with compassion and love is a fantasy.
And, like, just objectively speaking, something being comfortable doesn't mean it's not good.
It doesn't mean it's not thought provoking. It doesn't mean conflict-free or lacking moral dilemmas. It means people feel safe reading it, knowing those things will be resolved.
I'm not trying to keep my readers on edge with anxiety, always wondering where the next plot twist will come in. That's not my style of writing. It's not my goal. It's fine if it's yours, but like... Comfort is not an insult, and it makes me a little sad to think some people think it is.
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tw: black+trans death

from the_yvesdropper on instagram:
our beautiful black trans brother, 35 year old Righteous Torrence "Chevy" Hill, was murdered in Atlanta, GA this weekend.
he went by his nickname 'Chevy' he was originally from Macon, GA. he owned Evollusion, which is a black/ queer owned LGBTQ+ salon in Atlanta that provided and dedicated full service to specializing in hair, nails, barbering and makeup. growing up as young black queer boys/kids, the barbershop experience can sometimes be a tricky space to occupy, this was something that Chevy understood and wanted to cultivate a space of safety where you can also get the affirming look and style you want, and he did exactly that.
Chevy was a beloved son, brother, partner, and father.
one of his last posts that had a photo of himself said :
"if you truly know me, you know i am a humble, modest, private man, that i love my community, i have the love of God in me and will give the shirt off my back to any soul in need, also i never post pictures of myself, legaey give myself credit, that stops today, i am my legacy!"
(a close friend of Chevy asked if i could share more then one photo of Chevy, since he never posted photos of himself and in recent years he got the confidence to want to share more photos and now he won't get the chance to)
Chevy, hey king, hey brother, hey angel, thank you for everything, i lové you, we lové you, i'm so sorry. there are a lot of photographers in heaven who will be able to photograph you as the glorious black trans angel that you are.
there will be a homegoing service/memorial for our brother
there aren't many details about what happened but apparently he was shot by a family member last wednesday, the 28th (at least this article was the one linked in relation to his murder.)
judging by both the IG post and the comments section he was well-loved by many people and those people have many good memories with him and nothing but good things to say. this is a comment that was left by tirajmeansgolden which was hidden by IG for some reason:
I started testosterone in February 2020. I hit this man up at the end of 2019 after numerous Google searches for an LGBT-friendly barber near me (and by near me... he was a good 35-40 minutes from the rural area I was in outside of Atlanta: but when I found out he was a trans man and that his business was the first and only LGBT hair bar, I knew it would be worth the trip). I was a dysphoric mess in his DMs one Sunday. I hated how my hair was growing out. I never had a "masculine" hairstyle before but decided one day I would buzz it all off myself, then allowed it to grow out a bit... I sent him a video and despite him being closed on Sunday, he told me to come through. I got my hair braided and he gave me my first really masculine fade. Explained the different terms. Lined me up. Was asking me about my decision to transition and provided some helpful advice + guidance. I told him how I was a therapist and he was hype and said he talked with a group of trans men and he would love for me to stop by and also give some mental health tips. So whoever said he was humble - wow, what an understatement. Such a community man! Made me feel SO comfortable because barbershops were a source of major trauma and triggers for me. They were such an integral part of my early transition (I just celebrated 4 years later week). And he was such an integral part of the Atlanta Queer community with hosting events like Queer Con. How I found so many other great resources + queer businesses/artists. May you rest in peace, Chevy. You'll be missed. You've made such a different in the lives of countless people. You definitely were living your Purpose + left a legacy behind ...
#op#rest in power#black trans lives matter#death -#black death -#trans death -#didn't add a tw to the top of this post at first. sorry everyone.
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Hii! I saw you write for saiki k, so i was wondering if i could please request Kusuo x foreign reader hcs? Reader is a transfer student from somewhere outside of Japan (maybe australia because iâm australian, but anywhere is fine if you canât do that đ), and she (or they, up to you) ends up in saikiâs friend group and they get feelings for each other. If you end up deciding to do this, tysm!! xx
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"Is it sad that my heart's beating frantically? you give me that look and I'm over the edge."
small note, reader will be Australian for the hcs but it won't be heavily influencing in all the hcs
When you first joined the new school, it was naturally nerve-wracking for you. New country, new culture new everything, it was one scary ride that only made you hope for the best.
Thankfully, you wouldn't be alone much longer, not with the new friends you've made. In fact, one of them had been tugging at your heartstrings for awhile now, and the melody felt right for both of you.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë Kusuo knew your intentions and how you were rightfully afraid during your first day. He knew how you truly feel, just as he does for everyone else in his life. Your thoughts and feelings were another book for him to read clearly, so why was it he was slowly growing an interest in you?
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë He's got a sharp mind, he knows himself better than anyone else, or so he thought. He always knew that he wasn't interested in romance and thought he would never feel it due to his psychic abilities. His romance radar seemed to be a little 'nonfunctional' but he didn't care.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë After awhile of getting to know you, he realized he was feeling off when around you. A feeling he didn't recognize was growing within him, and he quickly realized it. In the deepest farthest back of his mind, Saiki understood it had to be a romantic feeling.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë He was stung by the idea, though the more time flew the more he was okay with it being towards you. The hidden love you had for him was no secret that you could possibly hide from Kusuo, he observed the gradual blossoming of your feelings for him firsthand.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë When you first arrived, people were curious about your life in Australia and shared their thoughts and comments during your conversations. Although Saiki didn't say anything to you, internally, he was interested in the life you lived before moving.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë He knew you snuck in a lie or two about encountering a snake that tried to eat you, or how you threw in scares with exaggerations about the snakes and spiders. Or how overly dramatic you made yourself when addressing the pure hatred felt towards the city of Melbourne, Saiki never knew there was a city in Australia that was heavily frowned upon. And from what he heard in your thoughts, you didn't know why either, not from personal experience that is.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë Trying to evoke reactions without ill intent, you seemed friendly. Over time, quirks like these grew endearing to Kusuo. He saw right through your choices more and more, only to find more things about you he liked. So, how is he now that he knows he likes you and you like him?
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë He definitely looks out for you. Naturally, he knows better than to be a stalker constantly following you around. His abilities underline that idea as useless; though it's not like he'd ever do it. That's why he checks up on what nuisance is bothering you or what future nuisance will be. People do have a habit of barging in on you. You'll never say how tiring it is, so Kusuo does you favors.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë He enjoys your new-found company in the friend group, whenever you come around he subconsciously moves more in your direction. You don't like bothering him too much so he doesn't have to worry about you being a problem, he knows you don't wanna make some foolish mistake in front of your crush. Though you don't have to worry, your flaws to him are meaningless.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë Sadly Kusuo doesn't get butterflies around you, but being near you disrupts his control over his powers and makes it hard for him to maintain while solving unthinkable problems. This can be frustrating, but he's never been mad at you about it, he can't control his heart after all.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë Ever since he developed a crush on you, he has been smiling without even realizing it. It's just a small, soft smile that creeps onto his face when he sees you enjoying yourself with others. Luckily, he manages to catch himself before anyone else notices.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë Saiki can't help but be a little jealous if guys are flirting too much with you, he knows you won't accept them however for some reason his mind can't help but feel envy.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë He finds your opinions and morals interesting, internally giving dialogue on breaking down your thoughts and why you might think that way. An unspoken way of his is that he shows he cares about how you think by breaking it down like some analysis.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë If you have any hobbies or interests, he'll take some time out of the weekend to take a look at what's got you all hooked. Music tastes, collections, shows, podcasts literally anything you're into he'll give it a try. The appeal might rub off him, you do have good taste in things, to Saiki that is.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë His crush on you was a secret for a long time, and was almost accidentally figured out by Nendo. That mindless Nendo somehow connected the dots out of nowhere, maybe he saw how Kusuo looked at you, or maybe how close he gets naturally. Whatever the case, Kusuo freaked as Nendo was calling your name. But when you turned, it was just Saiki standing there, you felt crazy..
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë Kusuo has only ever thought of you two being in a relationship as a maybe thought, which says a lot. But he decided that if he truly does want more in the future, he will make a move, a slight one at least. Just for you.
Saiki is such a cutie pie, maybe ill write dating hcs at a later date. Thanks for the request, feel free to return to ask another!
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ten years of being one and the same with jungkook as the country's it couple is the perfect disguise for the reality of a tumultuous relationship hidden behind the scenes.
đđđđđđđ: you welcome your boyfriend back to the country with a surprise party, just as the clock is ticking to say goodbye again. the big day is almost here and enlistment brings couples either one of two things: a ring or a breakup. đđđđđđđđđđ: idol!jungkook/female idol!reader and fictional versions of various idols đđđđđ. idol au, on-and-off relationship, angst, i swear there's fluff, and themes of first love, growing up, struggles with fame, and marriage (ish) đđđđđđđđ. portrayal of a toxic couple (implications of emotional abuse and control), infidelity, foul language, substance use, underage drinking, mentions of the covid-19 pandemic, sexually suggestive content đđđđ. based off of "you're losing me" by taylor swift. this is a fictional portrayal of real-life people that implement some aspects of real-life events. the series is told in non-chronological order. note that the main character is a member of a fictional idol group. more warnings may be added as the story is written. join the taglist here! ă
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the confrontation  when it rained, it poured and you felt like you haven't seen even a glimpse of the sun in ages. there was a nagging feeling in your gut that it was too far gone, but like everything else for the past ten years, you swallowed it down and swept it under the rug. bad feelings didnât exist in your relationship. that was the unspoken rule. yet, it was growing more and more difficult to mask the disappointment in your eyes or the frown fighting your lips. today marked the worst of your attempts.
 seoul was unusually calm tonight and it scared you. when you moved to the city ages ago to begin your journey as an idol trainee, it was nothing but intimidating for your meek, pre-teen self. eventually, over time, your love for the city bloomed and it was truthfully because of jungkook. once young teenagers that arrived to seoul alone, you found solace in each other and embraced the change as one. he made you fall in love with seoul the same way he made you fall in love with him. dates, nightclubs, late night adventures, and years worth of moments within the city limits.Â
 however, the streets were as hushed as you were, as you gripped your steering wheel like a robot.Â
 the decision had been long made and you knew it was going to come around at some point, so there was no use in fighting it. after going without seeing your boyfriend for months, it should have been nothing but pure excitement.
 âyouâre awfully quiet,â murmured jungkook, glancing over at you from the passenger seat.
 you were already annoyed to begin with, when he mentioned that he was going to have a driver pick him up from the airport, instead of asking for you. it felt like he didnât even expect to have you waiting for him, considering the two of you had been apart due to his time working in the united states. you thought heâd be insisting for you to be the first person he saw once he came back. these frustrations were on top of several other things, which youâd been dreading to confront for even longer of a time.
 and then, there was also the velvet box you spotted in the background of one of your facetime calls. you didnât bring it up, but it was living in your mind everyday since. with jungkookâs big day fast approaching, there were a lot of conflicting ideas in your head.
 you shrugged. âiâve been filming long hours. not getting that much sleep.â
 the look jungkook gave you read that he knew that you werenât being a hundred percent honest, but he didnât say anything. his eyes returned to being fixated on his phone.
 after over ten years of knowing each other, you and jungkook could see through each other like glass. the only problem was that nobody ever wanted to speak up. you feared the glaring possibility of other buried conflict dating further back into the relationship because of this dynamic.
 you didnât think you deserved the blame for the tension in the air. there were several things in your mind, but jungkook wasnât exactly a person who could easily mask their emotions. something was off with him, too, and you needed to figure out what it was. you could only hope for the best case scenario because otherwise, it was going to be your worst nightmare. there was no situation you could fathom where his behaviour was a result of an in between.Â
 keeping your voice casual, you asked, âwho are you texting?â
 âmy mom.â
 you held back a sigh - jungkook was never particularly keen on involving you with his family. though youâd been together since he was sixteen, you always felt like he kept you an armâs reach away from that part of your life and you never understood why.
 âoh. tell her i say hi,â you said and he hummed in response.Â
 whilst you werenât in a talkative mood, it wasnât like jungkook was doing anything to keep the conversation flowing either. you guys obviously texted and called during his time away, but the present atmosphere was awkward, like there was nothing to talk about after his grand return. you hugged and kissed at the airport, asked how his flight was, and that was that. driving him felt like a business endeavour, rather than welcoming your long-term partner back to the country.
 after a few minutes, jungkook finally looked up from his phone. upon peering out the window, he grew confused and turned to you.
 he questioned, âwhere are we going? the apartment is in the other direction.â
 âjust wait,â you assured, forcing a small smile. âtake off your hoodie and put on what i have for you in the backseat.â
 there was a shopping bag sitting behind jungkookâs seat and he reluctantly reached over, revealing a silk ysl shirt that you picked up that very afternoon. sighing, he did as you asked and made the change. you didnât care to look over at your boyfriendâs shirtless body, too irritated at the curtness of the conversation.
 you just wanted to get to the destination, the heavy silence becoming too much for you. there wasnât even music on. you found yourself focusing too much on it, as you finally pulled up to the infamous hotel azure. somehow tucked away in the busy songpa district, it is unassuming to the civilian eye, but a well-known name amongst the circles of south koreaâs entertainment industry. you didnât âmake itâ in entertainment until you attended a party at hotel azure.
 jungkook shifted in his seat. âwhat is this?â his tone was demanding, which immediately put you off. âthe plan was to go home.â
 to be fair, the last time that the two of you were at the azure hotel, jungkook wound up with a bloody nose after getting into it with an not-to-be-named yg idol at one of jackson wangâs wild parties. you werenât even sure what happened yourself, bleary eyed for the majority of the night with several substances in your body. hotel azure was for idols at the top of the world with everything to lose, a favourite place of yours around 2018. it was now a place that you actively tried to avoid, but made an exception for the special occasion.
 âcalm down,â you shot back, not letting him get away with the voice he used. âjust wait, i said.â
 âiâm tired, y/n,â jungkook pleaded, as you stopped the car for the valet to take.Â
 you ignored him - it wasnât like it was up to you - and unbuckled your seatbelt, not waiting a second for jungkook.Â
 not only did you pick up your boyfriend from the airport, you also spent hours meticulously preparing your appearance for the night. it didnât seem like jungkook noticed, other than at the airport, when he questioned why you were wearing high heels.Â
 you never wore heels unless you were working, but that changed when you met jungkook. he loved it when you wore heels and by the time your respective trainee debts were paid, made it a point. you bought platforms with the anticipation of how your boyfriend would go crazy over them. jungkook gifted you designer jimmy choos and pradas whenever you guys got into a fight. it made you feel your prettiest and he showered you with compliments every time.
 now, he looked at you oddly for it, like you were doing too much.
 jungkook eventually gave up and followed you in without a word, watching you take off your trench coat to reveal a stunning baby pink two-piece dress. the colour glittered under the low lighting of the hotel lobby and the corset accentuated your curves in all the right aways. except, he still did not say a word. this made you frown.
 you handed off your coat to an employee and jungkook did the same. the lobby was empty, but you and jungkook knew exactly where to go, making a beeline for the elevator and pressing the button to move up to the penthouse suite.Â
 âwhy didnât you warn me about this?â he grumbled under his breath, adjusting his shirt in the mirror.
 because thatâs how surprise parties work, you wanted to reply. unfortunately, this was not a surprise party that you wanted to celebrate, so you didnât even try to keep jungkook excited. you were both quiet, irritable, and only wanted to go home.Â
 you said, âthis is the part where i cover your eyes and lead you out.â
 jungkook complied and you placed your perfectly manicured hands over his line of vision. other than sharing a hug and kiss earlier, this was the closest youâd physically gotten to your boyfriend in months. your hands were cold and you were close enough that he could hear your breathing - all too uncomfortable.Â
 the elevator dinged and you nudged jungkook to step forward. the penthouseâs lights were off, but you could make out the shuffling of feet from behind the kitchen counter. it looked like everything was set up and pristine. then, in just a beat, the entire room lit up and you removed your hands from jungkookâs eyes.
 âSURPRISE!â
 the floor rumbled, voices roaring and bodies popping out from different places - behind pillars, couches and the bar. jungkookâs eyes brightened in a way that you had yet to see since reuniting with him earlier and it made your heart sink. you hadnât realized how dull his demeanour was around you until something else actually made him smile.
 his closest friends and family gathered in the penthouse and there was a large, golden banner that hung from the walls that said âwelcome back jungkook!â the other wall was decorated with another banner, but this one said âgood luck rm, v, jimin and jungkook!âÂ
 jungkookâs older brother was the first one that enveloped him into a bear hug, nearly squeezing the life out of him, then his mom. this was followed by the remainder of his band mates that managed to make the party. you awkwardly stood off to the side, a wide smile plastered on your face to mask your despondence. it seemed like jungkookâs exhaustion only existed when he was sitting in a car with you, as his laughter echoed throughout the room.
 you caught jungkookâs eye and he already knew how you were feeling. while he exchanged words with other friends, it was namjoon who pulled you to the side.
 âhey. you guys did a really great job with the party,â you started, looking around.
 the penthouse of the azure hotel was a thing of beauty, with ceiling high windows that looked over the lights of seoul. everything shone and glimmered - the city skyline, the perfect marble floors, the expensive liquor bottles, and hell, even the perfect teeth of the myriad of a-list south korean celebrities gracing this exclusive party. there wasnât a wrong way to ever throw a party there, but the group made an extra effort to make jungkookâs homecoming a special one.Â
 jungkook was swarmed by several people, all asking about his time in america and how exciting it was. those were the words you used to describe it for him, too, when you sent him off months ago. you watched him take shots with mingyu and eunwoo.Â
 namjoon shook his head, âno, no. this wouldnât be possible without you,â he said and then glanced at jungkook, âand iâm sure he knows it, too.â
 the boys, despite it also serving as a goodbye party before their enlistments, had been helping you plan the surprise for weeks leading up to jungkookâs arrival. it was one of the longest times jungkook had been apart from them and from the country in general, so they wanted to make it extra special. though you were the main mastermind behind the gathering, you initially didnât want to do it at all.Â
 âyeah, i hope so,â you replied, as you poured yourself a glass of white wine. âyou guys all deserve it.â
 over the years, jungkookâs band mates slowly became some of your friends, as well. it was somber goodbye for you in all kinds of ways. everyone was preparing to send them off with good luck and high spirits.Â
 the boys were also preparing in their own way. you noticed that taehyung and jiminâs girlfriends were missing from the party, which only confirmed your speculations.Â
 âit was just bound to happen,â said a voice.
 it was taehyung who joined you and namjoon in a quiet circle at the corner of the living room. all of the boys looked a little bit sad, despite the celebratory atmosphere, but you read a different kind of story in taehyungâs eyes.Â
 he smiled with a hint of gloom. âyouâre looking around for her, right?â
 as a fellow idol and also a girlfriend to a member of one of the biggest groups in the world, taehyungâs girlfriend grew to become one of your close confidants in the past few years. you guys were polite before, but this connection created a specific bond that couldnât be understood by anyone else. however, you hadnât heard from her in a few days and with her absence at taehyungâs goodbye party, you put two and two together.Â
 to his side, namjoon clapped a hand on his friendâs back. âsorry, man.â
 âi hope it was cordial,â you mustered up, ignoring the growing heaviness at the pit of your stomach. you could only hope you werenât next.
 taehyung replied. âshe understood, but she wasnât happy. regardless,â he sighed, âweâre still so young. her career is just blowing up even more, i feel like iâd only be holding her back.âÂ
 that was the way it went. when enlistment rolled around for most couples, it was either breaking up or a ring. you looked at your feet, not knowing what to say.Â
 âjimin also told me that he broke things off with - â
 a loud yelp squeaked from taehyung, who was abruptly jabbed in the side with namjoonâs elbow. the latter cleared his throat and you recognized that look. namjoon only made that face when he pulled the leader card and needed to put someone in their place. you figured that your worries were transparent to those around you.
 namjoon cleared his throat. ânot in a chatty mood?â
 while you greeted people during the set-up of the party, you realized that you had yet to actually try socializing. things were awkward with jungkookâs parents, who you long suspected didnât approve of you for various reasons. in general, most people were interested in chatting with the boys, which you didnât mind. it was a gathering to send them off, after all.
 ânot really. you guys should go mingle with your friends,â you said, taking another sip of your wine. âitâs your party.â
 âi hope iâm not overstepping, but did you and jungkook get in a fight?â taehyung asked.
 you blinked slowly. âno. does it seem like it?â
 âjust seems like heâs nervous about something,â he commented and you noticed namjoon glare at him once more, as if to shut up.
 for the first time that night, you felt a glimmer of mixed feelings that left you wondering. why would he be nervous? the big visual forming in your mind was a diamond ring. you and jungkook had contemplated marriage in the past year, but it was also the source of many arguments. you werenât even sure you wanted to get married now, but your mother had been getting into your ear about you getting older. then, there were your respective companies who lost their shit at the idea. but, what really mattered, was jungkookâs opinion. he seemed to wave it off or change the topic at every opportunity, so your hopes for a ring lived in the back of your mind.Â
 despite this, taehyung was right. jungkook looked nervous. heâd been irritated at being dragged to his surprise party - you wondered if it was delusional enough to believe that he had plans for the two of you, instead.Â
 for the rest of the night, you continued to keep to yourself. you werenât lying when you told jungkook you were tired, but you were determined to stay as long as you could and pretend that you and jungkook werenât stealing mysterious glances at each other for the entire evening. it was obvious and only made you anxious.Â
 a few hours later and the party only grew in numbers and in noise. you thought you lost him in the crowd, until you left to refill your nth drink and found him talking to his cousin.
 the two were smiling and laughing, as his cousin appeared to be showing jungkook pictures on his phone. you assumed it was her newborn daughter - she gave birth just two months before her fiance was to be discharged and now that he was back, the wedding was just around the corner. you remembered jungkook telling you that she was proposed to on the day of his enlistment.Â
 jungkook caught your eye and he immediately looked away - what the hell was that? he even turned slightly and you couldnât read his lips. something was going on. you watched him shove his hands in his pockets and you swore you saw the shape of a small square inside.
 eventually, you grew tired of the tension in the air and the music began to make your head pound. the longer you thought about your partner, the greater your anxieties grew. there was a chance you even just although it was late in the year and a fresh sheet of snow adorned the streets of seoul, you decided it was best to step out into the balcony to take some time to breathe.Â
 nobody else was there, thankfully, and you let out a shiver when you stepped out. the peppermint air dispelled the haze in your head and in your heart, as taking a deep breath was the greatest relief you felt all night. though your muscles remained tense and you knew you wouldnât last out in the cold, the balcony was a welcome change.
 you werenât sure how long you were outside when the door creaked open and just by the footsteps alone, you knew who it was.
 âyour guests will miss you,â you said, not even looking behind you.
 at this point, you were hugging yourself to stop shivering. a rustle later and you felt a thick blanket drape over your shoulders, the wool of its make completely enveloping you with much needed warmth. you relaxed your shoulders, but couldnât look jungkook in the eyes.
 âsomethingâs wrong. tell me.â
 jungkookâs wine stained lips were pulled into a frown and although he hid it well when he was chatting away with his friends and family, you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. he sniffled a few times and you knew why, but you decided to bite your tongue. it was his party and he was an adult who could celebrate whatever way he wanted. it was also clear that neither of you had the energy to argue. instead, to his surprise, you raised an arm and gestured for him to come closer.
 he sidestepped towards you and although you were shorter, let you wrap some of the blanket around him. his cold arm snaked around your waist and you tensed up again at his touch.
 you continued to look out into the skyline. âi was going to say the same for you.â
 âiâm really thankful for the party, love,â he ignored your question and pressed a kiss against your temple.
 you mumbled under your breath, âit wasnât easy." this was the first time all night that you were comfortable enough to physically touch jungkook and you suspected alcohol played a role in relieving the tension between you two, but it was always going to be easy to fall right back into routine.
 and just like that, you felt a stinging sensation in your eyes. tears welled up and blurred your vision, which only made you turn your head away further from your boyfriend. he caught this immediately, his instincts nothing but natural when it came to you, and pulled you right into his chest.Â
 the sound that came out of your mouth sounded nothing like you. the sob was desperate and helpless. it was akin to a toddler who couldnât do anything by themselves. your voice cracked with each body-shaking sob and you didnât have the guts to conceal it. your head was buried into jungkookâs new shirt, ruining it, but he only stroked your hair and wrapped the blanket tighter around the two of you.
 âitâs okay. . .â jungkook cooed and for what seemed like the first time in a while, he sounded like himself.Â
 it wasnât like jungkook had undergone a drastic change from his time in america, but it was a gradual shift that you felt over a longer period of time. you attributed to the fact that you were no longer teenagers and things werenât going to be the same as it did ten, even five years ago. that was what you told yourself, but you werenât sure why you still held on to the old jungkook you knew.
 in that moment, he sounded like the fifteen year old boy you met in a convenience store again. he sounded like the jungkook who wrote you disgusting love songs that were horrible, but you adored anyway. he sounded like the man who you talked about children and a big house and an annoying dog with.Â
 as you found the bravery to finally pull away from jungkookâs comforting embrace, you looked up and saw that future in his eyes. his features softened, but he looked sad. your heart sank once again.
 âyouâre not just crying because iâm enlisting, are you?â he finally spoke, just above a whisper. his tone was certain, barely a question - after ten years together, jungkook knew you better than you knew yourself.
 you froze. there was nothing else you could do but shut your eyes tight, pretending that this wasnât really happening.
 after a beat, you found your voice. âlisten. . .we both know what happens after a man enlists. look at taehyung and jimin. look at your cousin.âÂ
 over the years, you and jungkook had gone through hell and back. you thought the worst day of your life was when dispatch leaked the news that you were dating five years ago, but you were able to recover. you thought it was the worst day of your life when your breakup was witnessed by the entire world, but you were able to recover. you even thought the worst day of your life was when word got out that you and jungkook got back together, effectively proving that you were weak and were the type of girl to crawl back to her ex. you recovered then, as well.
 at the second part of your sentence, you felt jungkook physically tense up.
 âis that why youâve been acting weird lately?â he replied.
 you donât know where it came from, but something triggered a spark of anger in you. still, with a tear stained face and a runny nose, you opened your eyes and met his. this was not something you would be able to recover from.
 you said, âit hasnât just been lately, jungkook. you know exactly whatâs on my mind, weâve been talking - â
 â - and you know what my answer has been, baby. you know what kind of position iâm in,â he interrupted, breaking apart from your hold and the blanket he brought for you.
 he wasnât wrong. you did know what kind of position he was in. one of the biggest stars in the world and he had everything to lose, especially with the anxieties looming in the air for him and the rest of his group. every one of them were on their toes as soon as their enlistment dates were finalized, fearing their fade from the spotlight. you and the rest of the world knew that it was bullshit, that the bts was going to be forgotten just because they were going into the military for a few years.Â
 marriage would surely ruin that further, right?
 you said, âand you know what position iâm in.â
 the careless joys of your early twenties had come and gone, which left you at the mercy of your motherâs constant talks about marriage. not just her, but other family members and even some of your friends. after all, you and jungkook had been together for ten years and you were pushing thirty sooner or later.Â
 you also had your own fears in regard to your career. jungkook once laughed when you expressed your worries about the public no longer finding you young and pretty, but it was a real fear. most girl groups didnât last more than a few years. many of your contemporaries had long said goodbye to their idol persona and went their separate ways from their band for a new life. you were considered a lucky one to remain with your group and maintain relevance, but for how long? was it time for you to finally settle down? you werenât granted the same longevity as jungkookâs renowned group and you werenât bitter about it, but nervous.
 snowflakes began to fall once again and as one fell on your eyelashes, you noticed jungkookâs jaw clench.Â
 âweâve talked about this,â he said and you knew your wandering thoughts about a potential proposal were too good to be true.
 you began, âlook, i know that things are different for people like us. . â but, things were changing. in recent years, you watched several of your peers get married and have children without losing their spot in the limelight.Â
 ây/n. . .what made you think i changed my mind?â jungkook sighed, pacing back and forth to calm himself down.
 âi just thought. . .â
 âiâm sorry, but i wasnât going to propose before my enlistment.â this time, jungkookâs frustrations melted away and there was genuine sadness in his voice.Â
 he stepped closer to you and put his hands on your waist. you didnât know what to say. you really had been pretending that his strange behaviour was because of a hope that seemed impossible now.Â
 you took a deep breath. âyou never said no. you made it seem like you were considering it.â
 that was what silenced jungkook. it was true, there was never an outright refusal from jungkook. he would say things that implied he would talk to his company again or âwith timeâ it would come. he gave you just enough reassurance, but never confirmation.Â
 continuing, you said, âand you even indulged in keeping the fantasy alive with me. youâre sick for talking about honeymoon destinations with me and suggesting songs we could dance to.â
 âhey. iâve said time ands time again that there is no future where you arenât by my side,â jungkook tried getting you to look at him, but every time he moved, you turned away.Â
 there was no reason for you to make eye contact. you felt like a fool and if you met his eyes, you knew you would just burst into tears again. then, you thought about your conversation earlier with your friends and your vision became wet again.
 âwere you planning to break up with me before you enlisted?â
 âwhat? no,â he responded, but you werenât convinced.Â
 you responded, âit was going to be inevitable, wasnât it? like jimin and taehyung. you were going to be done with me.â
 this time, jungkook forced you to look at him by the chin and your shoulders dropped. there was a crease in between his eyebrows that you donât remember seeing even just a year ago. he looked more tired than he did as a rookie with barely survivable living standards.Â
 âtime really goes by, huh?â you murmured, fighting to keep your voice stable.
 âwe were never going to break up, love,â jungkook maintained.
 still, his words didnât penetrate further than surface level. you were left numb and the chill of winter in seoul had nothing to do with it. you wished that someone would just call jungkook away, but the party inside continued on without him.Â
 âyou bought a ring. i saw it when we video called.â
 jungkookâs lips parted. you knew it. you knew you werenât losing your mind. over the last ten years, you made some crazy accusations for all kinds of reasons. this time was different and you saw it on his face.
 even after what seemed like forever, jungkook couldnât find words to say. the longer he waited to speak, the faster your heart began to race.Â
 he rubbed his temples and finally, he spoke. jungkook spoke and you immediately dropped the blanket he brought for you, dashing right back inside. you walked past every single attendee and ignored the few that cried out your name. you didnât care what it looked like. you just knew you had to get out of there.
 jungkook said there was a ring. he began to open his mouth and explain further, especially when he read the horrified expression on your face, but you wanted no part in it. there was no room for you to think about what that meant. you only saw red.
 you werenât sure why you wanted a proposal so badly. you knew you didnât care that much about what your mother wanted and getting married was no solution to the prospects of a dying career. you were second guessing if your wishes for a wedding were even genuine.Â
 on the other hand, maybe you intended for the wedding to be a solution to a dying relationship.Â
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My thoughts about the Trump assassination attempt
After having a few hours to process this whole thing and see reactions from across the political spectrum, I'm having some thoughts and some feelings.
First off, as I said earlier, Trump is a fucking boss. Take anyone who ran for president in the last 20 years, put them in that exact situation, and I don't think a single one responds by raising his fist and snarling in defiance and righteous anger. They run. They cry. They keep their heads down and the first statement you h ear from them is hours later filtered through 20 different speech writers. Today proved to me that, whatever else he may be, Trump is a genuine bad ass. He's exactly the person I want at the end of a sword pointed the United States. Because he's going to have a sword of his own pointed right back, and he's not going to run and hide when it comes time to use it.
Second, the modern left is full of monsters. The amount of people screaming and crying because this assassination attempt failed actually sickens me. It's one thing to have fantasies about easy solutions to the things that scare you. Hell, I'm not innocent. I've thought about how much better things might be if this politician was no longer around or this activist group got axed. But one of the things I did today was think about how I would feel if the assassin succeeded. And then I thought about how I'd feel if someone took a shot at Biden and he didn't survive. Neither thought gave me any good feelings. Obviously I'd be more upset if Trump died, but today showed me that I don't want us to start down the path of shooting political leaders. But too many people on the left, people who should know better, at least enough to hide their true feelings, have no problem publicly wishing Trump was dead right now. That assassinating presidential candidates was a legitimate tactic--but only against the politicians they don't like, of course.
Fuck that.
Fuck them.
America is better than that. Americans are better than that. We're not some third world shithole like Mexico. We're the greatest country in the world. We're the last bastion of representative government. The last place in the world where freedom exists. And it's time we started acting like it.
Third, I ain't got no time for conspiracy theories. Sorry guys, but this wasn't staged and this wasn't a CIA hitman. Unless real, hard evidence comes out otherwise, you won't ever get me to believe any of the nonsense I've seen floated around. Don't be so lost in the true things the media has dismissed as "conspiracy theories" that you immediately jump to the most conspiratorial explanations first for everything that happens. It's lame and cringe and a lot of people I've seen seriously putting these theories forward should know better. I know we're in our emotions right now, but keep your heads.
Fourth, my heart breaks for the families of the people who were hit with the bullets meant for President Trump. But that's the kind of evil we're facing. Whoever did this decided that the idea of a Trump presidency was so awful that they were okay with shooting innocent people just to stop him. And this is after he was already president and none of the things the media is fear mongering about happened during his first term. Those people just wanted to see a man speak. To have some hope for the future. And some piece of shit shot them because he didn't like a presidential candidate. Or worse, because the TV made him scared.
Fifth, fuck the media. You think you hate them enough, but you don't. The media is the driving force behind our enemies, and there's no such thing as a good journopig. They're all lying propagandists. We just like some of them because their propaganda occasionally hits on the truth.
And that's all I got. None of this is organized, none of this is proofread. These are just the thoughts I've been wrestling with for the past few hours. This is the only place I can get them all down without being interrupted or feeling like I need to censor myself. Do with them what you will.
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THE MOMENT THEY REALIZE THEY'RE IN LOVE ÖŽ àŁȘđ€

featuring. gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, itadori yuuji, toji fushiguro x reader
warnings. cursing, college! au, toji being a single father during his second term of uni (i searched that most japanese college uses 2 terms or trimester system / 3 terms, 1 term of uni in japan is around 15 weeks apparently) -> please tell me if i get this wrong.
note. omg, for the anons who have sent in requests to me, i apologize if these came out before your requests did, i'm trying to empty out my drafts :( but pls note that i am not ignoring your requests at all, it will be written, i promise <;33
GOJO SATORU
when he finds himself checking his phone countless of times, waiting for your message
i promise you, you both started out as work partners in one of your lectures. the two of you were complete strangers to each other â he doesn't know you, and you don't know him. but, either way, the two of you had to get to know each other because this was a crucial grade to pass this lecture.
gojo never thought about having feelings towards you, his work partner. he thought to himself, he'd just get this work done, pass this lecture, and never see you again.
but fate is a funny thing.
the way you made him feel like he wasn't just special because of his face, but his heart too. whereas most people in campus would consider him the pretty boy who could go head-to-head with the hottest celebrities â they just think of him as a pretty boy. and gojo would just go along with them, he gets used to it.
but you? you didn't consider him special at all. although, you did make him feel special the way other people can't.
gojo deep down, knows he was fucked up the moment he finds himself checking his phone to see if you'd reply to his messages, and when you do, he gets so happy. gojo was never a fast responder to everyone â because he practically receives the same kind of messages, "gojo hang out with us", "gojo go out with me", "gojo i like you".
but with you? he won't waste a second at all. even if sometimes you didn't reply as fast as he does, because you are a busy person in campus. you'll work on that after you both started dating, i promise.
SUKUNA RYOMEN
when you stood up for him when nobody would.
sukuna, how do i say this? not everyone is fond of him, people are scared of him â they talk shit behind his back, and don't dare to approach him. people dreaded when they have to be in the same group with him, despite the fact that he actually works; they still think he's a bad person.
"you guys are talking shit to a person who's in our group, if you want to say something to him, have the balls to say it to his face. and while he's here, why don't you tell him about it?" you tell the two people who were sitting beside you, who had been talking in whispers about how they were unlucky to be grouped up with sukuna.
and sukuna? he could honestly care less, he'd gotten used to those kind of things anyway. but when you actually stood up for him, he could only look at you with an amused smile.
he's definitely curious about you after that day â he has pride. and he'd never admit that he's actually pretty thankful that you, the first person to stand up for him, actually did what you did. because now people are a little terrified of being told off by you.
sukuna finally sucks it up at the end of the semester and tries to talk to you. yes, it took him the whole semester to talk to you, asking you for your number, and then thanking you for what you did because nobody has ever done that before to him.
ITADORI YUUJI
when you went all out to tutor him so he'd pass his lectures, teaching him patiently when he doesn't understand something.
yuuji hates studying. and when his lecturer asked you to tutor him, he feels extremely bad for you â he feels that he'd just going to waste your time tutoring him, when he knows that he's going to fail this one subject.
but when you reassured him, and encouraged him. saying that you will do anything to teach him so that he could pass, he gets a little emotional at the thought. you both were just mere classmates, and he barely knows you, vice versa.
when he doesn't understand a topic, he gets so frustrated at himself for not being able to understand it. but you, you were very patient with the male, reassuring him that you had the time to teach him over so that he will be able to understand the said topic.
and when he does finally understand, he gets so happy. he started looking forwards to your tutoring sessions, and like everyone said: if you enjoy something, it passes by quickly. and it's true, yuuji feels like time went by in a flash, and the exams soon started.
he passed with flying colors, he makes sure that you know about his grades â and points out that without you, he wouldn't be able to pass. yuuji, gets a little upset when he realizes that if the exams are over, you had no more tutoring sessions with him; which meant no more conversations.
so he has to ask you out right then, he didn't want to just return as mere classmates. he wanted to be more than that.
TOJI FUSHIGURO
when you didn't care about his shitty reputation of being a single father while still being on the second term of uni.
being a single parent is hard enough. not to mention, in university. not married, with a baby itself gets a lot of unwanted (negative) attention â toji, who once failed to get a babysitter on a weekday, and so he had to bring his eight month old son to class.
his sonâmegumiâ was a calm baby, thankfully. the young one didn't cry or babble during lectures, and he just slept through it. toji was a little relieved to say the least, but ever since people find out about him being a single father to an eight month old baby, a lot of assumptions and words have gone around.
toji hated group works, especially when he has to pick the group himself. people didn't want a single father to be in their group, they assumed that the male would focus on his baby and ends up deserting the group work.
so when that particular day where he has to bring megumi to campus, strapped on a baby carrier on his chest. his lecturer just had to give out a partner work, and to add the cherry on top; the lecturer left the class to choose their own partner. so the male sat on his place, a pencil in between his nose and upper lip as he puckered them lightly â hearing his classmates choosing each other.
he figured that he could just do this and get the grade himself, solo. but when you came up and slipped into the seat next to him, he was of course surprised.
you asked him if he would like to partner up with you for this work, and after a few seconds, he accepted your offer.
toji knew it was getting bad when you didn't care about what people say about you getting close to him. just by choosing him for this work made your reputation falter a bit, and he was honestly ready for you to back out of the partner work.
but you didn't, and he knew it's bad for him, his feelings, and his heart.
the way you treated him and megumi like they're both normal (which they are normal humans), and the way you always make him feel included makes his heart race. sometimes, when he fails to look for a babysitter when you both are working for this project, you tell him he didn't have to since megumi is a calm baby.
he finds himself in awe when baby megumi plays with you during both of your little meet ups outside of class to do the project. he's in love.
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mouthwashing responsibility au rambles below cut đ«Ą
(spoiler warning for the actual game obviously)

- even though jimmy got deservedly knocked out by anya and thrown into the cryopod early on, the crash still does happen. it's a freak accident this time, like maybe a piece of space debris just happened to hurtle right into them without time to dodge. it's like the tulpar is destined to crash. but this time it's a story about a group of people finding hope and strength in each other and finding what they themselves can be capable of in a time of crisis. btw i just mean curly, anya, swansea, and daisuke. i am NOT repenting jimmy. he ain't "fixing" shit.
- i'm sorry for frying curly again even though this is supposed to be an au with a happier ending đ the way his loss of autonomy reflects anya's own loss of it, making him feel firsthand the suffering she went through in a way, felt too important to just remove. curly's injuries aren't as terrible as in the original timeline since swansea rescued him earlier. and by "not as terrible" i mean he only loses a leg and not all of his limbs. he will get some function in his hands eventually and anya teaches him sign language to help him communicate (she teaches the others too).
- speaking of anya, she really shows her stuff as a nurse (even in the original timeline she does, managing to keep curly alive like that). she treats curly and swansea and is much more of a pillar of strength for the crew than she herself realizes. pre-crash and post-jimmy-getting-fired, she was able to relax and open up more with everyone, building a stronger bond. when the crash happens, anya is of course terrified and hella stressed, but now she knows she has people who have her back, and it helps. she can be more confident in herself without a certain someone being there to belittle and hurt her. this time when she has to deal with something difficult, something traumatizing, she has people to support her. in this au, she is not pregnant because if she was, i don't see how keeping the baby would be a good thing for her. and i don't want her to have to deal with that situation without the proper medical supplies on top of everything else. she's been through enough.
- btw there is no shipping in this au. i personally really don't see how it could happen between anyone on the crew. if there was some sort of spark between anya and curly, it's definitely gone now and won't happen again. the most they'll be are friends (although the friendship/trust will have to be built from the ground up again after everything that's happened with jimmy). the only ship here is the tulpar.
- i know daisuke is seen as a "dumb kid" but i really don't think that's the case. we are seeing him thru jimmy's perspective mostly after all and jimmy is the definition of an unreliable narrator. i headcanon daisuke as having adhd like me who tends to lose focus on tasks easily because your brain is just going 102929 miles a minute and wandering to all sorts of places like me. he feels like someone who doesn't exactly know where they want to go in life like me. also he's definitely a hawaii kid born and raised and talks pidgin sometimes like me except i lost the pidgin :(. i'm totally not projecting my asian ass on the asian boy or anything. BUT ANYWAY i wanted to give daisuke more stuff to do and a chance to prove to himself that he can do these things, he can step up. so that's partially why i made swansea burn his hands rescuing curly. daisuke can now be filled with Determination and be swansea's hands in repairing things as he heals. it's going to be hard and it's going to be frustrating for both parties and sometimes they'll get upset at each other. but it will inevitably be a great bonding experience for the two. i cannot resist the call for more father-son moments.
- swansea my beloved. i am so sorry for burning your beautiful hands please forgive đđ i have to make my faves suffer a little. swansea's hands will heal up eventually and he'll be able to use them again, but there will be scars. i think him having to guide daisuke with doing repairs n stuff on the ship as his hands recover gives him a mission. something to distract him from completely falling into despair and alcoholism. that man is hanging on by a thread but by god he's going to help get these kids through this. they've all grown closer since jimmy was sacked and swansea feels a sort of responsibility towards protecting anya, daisuke and curly as the oldest one there. it's the dad instincts y'know? on the real hard days, sometimes swansea thinks about cracking open a bottle of mouthwash, but he holds back because he feels he needs to stay strong for the crew. however he does have to learn that he can't shoulder everything and that he can rely on others. him having no choice but to have daisuke take over his tasks is a good way for him to learn that, i think. swansea is definitely a pillar of strength in this and the rest of the crew have a lot of affection for him (and vice versa even if swansea won't admit it). can you tell i really like swansea. he is such a foil to jimmyâa guy who has fucked up a lot in his life but actually acknowledges his mistakes and is trying his hardest to be a better person. aghh swansea i love you đđ
- after the crash happens, the cryopod room becomes inaccessible, so nobody is able to check on the state of jimmy in there. so they don't see that the crypod he's in eventually fails from damage and he escapes. this happens a couple weeks into the crash. jimmy is still pissed about everything and still can't see how he's done anything wrong (this is because he is a delusional asshole). in fact, he feels like he's the one who's been wronged and betrayed by everyone on the crew and he wants revenge. there will be a final confrontation between jimmy and the crew. spoilers: jimmy loses. i'm just undecided on who finishes it. it would be fitting if anya shot him, but i'm not sure that's something she'd necessarily want to do. she chose to be in the medical field after all. don't get me wrong, i think she would pull the trigger if it meant protecting the others. but i'd hate to have her kill, because even if jimmy deserves it, anya is a healer and would still probably feel guilty about it. i don't want to put even more shit on her plate. so i think swansea is the one to put jimmy down in the end. with the axe of course. i think he'd feel less guilty about doing it because it's something he's wanted to do since anya first told him about jimmy. oooh what if jimmy gets his hands on the gun, but daisuke tackles him, making him drop it, and anya gets it and shoots jimmy in the shoulder or leg or something to get him off of daisuke, and then swansea comes in with the axe to finish him off. that could be fun. that way anya won't have to actually kill but she'll still get to shoot jimmy. bless.
- the crew gets rescued eventually, but it's going to be a few months because pony express is a nightmare company. i'm honestly still not sure if pony express is even the one who will rescue them or even bother to look. i'm tempted to just have another ship happen across them by some miracle and help. real tempted to make that ship The Unreliable and turn this into a Mouthwashing x The Outer Worlds crossover quite honestly since both settings share similarities (megacorporations, cryosleep, etc). but idk. it's not like i can just write a fanfic or anything since writing is harder for me and who knows how long it will be before i even draw the idea. it's just yet another self-indulgent daydream for now.
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The invinsible princess | Chapter 1
"Champions of Europe"
Index | Chapter 2
Masterlist

âCâmom, go talk to her. Look at how miserable she looks.â
âWhy don't you go talk to her?â
âBecause she doesn't fancy me, Gaviâ Ferran smirks.
âThat's something the press made out.â
âOr notâ Ferran shrugs.Â
âIf you don't go talk to her, I will.â
âFermĂn, don't you have a girlfriend?â Gavi says.
âYeah. And?â
âYou can't go talk to the princess. That's cheating.â
âIt's just talking, Gavi. Relaxâ he chuckles.
âUnless the press sees you and then boom! FermĂn the Princeâ Ferran laughs.Â
âFermĂn I of Spain. Sounds cool, I like it. What do you think, Pedri? Pedri?â he says, looking around for his teammate.
âWhere is he going?â Ferran asks.
âHeâs⊠Oh my God, he's walking towards the princess!â Gavi gasps.
âThere he goes. Pedro I of Spainâ FermĂn chuckles
âââââââââââââ
âAnd then it all had been a mistake!â
âThat is so funnyâ my dad laughs. âIsn't it, SofĂa?â
âSo funnyâ I say with my best fake smile.Â
Why am I stuck with a bunch of old men? This is a party to celebrate that Spain just won the Euros. I should be out there mingling with the young people, talking with the players and their families, getting to know them all a bit and properly congratulate them. But no. I'm stuck with a man telling us about his latest golfing trip to Scotland.Â
âSomething similar happened to me last time we went to Mallorcaâ my dad says, making me already disconnect from the conversation. I know which anecdote he is about to share. I probably already know it by heart just from hearing him telling about it to everyone he's met lately. So instead of listening to him, I start looking around.
There are some players dancing with their partners, others playing with their kids (which is the cutest thing ever), others are just chilling⊠And then, there is someone wearing red and a medal around his neck walking towards me. Or trying to.Â
âRight, SofĂa?â my dad says again.
âYeah, yeahâ I nod.Â
One of the good things about him having told this anecdote so many times is that, by now, I also know when he asks for my support and how I have to react to it, what I have to say. Which comes very handy when your eyes are stuck on the guy smiling and standing in front of you, and who is currently moving his head to one side to make you follow him somewhere.Â
âDad, do you mind if I go get myself a refill?â I ask him.
âYes, sure. But just beer.â
âJust beer, I promiseâ I smile before finally leaving the group of men and following Pedri.Â
Oh, yes. Because the guy who had been smiling at me and asking me to follow him, was freaking Pedri GonzĂĄlez.Â
âMaâamâ my bodyguard says behind me. âAre you going somewhere?â
Shit. Fuck. I had forgotten about him.
âI'm just going out to get some fresh air. I'm feeling a bit dizzyâ I say with a nervous laugh.
âAlone?â he says, looking at the glass door that leads outside the room, Pedri waiting on the other side.
âI⊠Ummm⊠It'll be just five minutes.â
âMa'amâŠâ
âFive minutes, Carlos. It's not like he can kidnap me or something with his leg like thatâ I chuckle.Â
âHe cannot, no. But what about others? You are Spain's Princess.â
âBut not the heir. No one cares about me.â
âDon't say that, ma'am.â
âIt's the truthâ I shrug. âAnyway, can I go outside for five minutes? Please? He may just want a photo for his mum.â
âOk, fineâ Carlos sighs. âBut don't leave the building.â
âI won't, I promiseâ I smile before basically running towards the door. He may still regret letting me go.
Once outside, it takes me a moment to find Pedri. When I spot him, he is resting against one of the huge windows, checking the brace he has to wear on his knee.Â
âIs it too uncomfortable?â I ask him as I walk towards him.
âUh?â he says, looking up. And maybe, just maybe⊠I gasped when the lights from outside illuminated his face in all the right places.
âThe brace. Is it uncomfortable?â
âA bit, yeahâ he smiles.Â
âI'm sorry about what happened.â
âThank youâ Pedri smiles again. âThough everything worked out in the endâ he says, touching his medal. âDo you want to try it?â
âOh, I, ummmâŠâ
âHereâ he says, taking it off before walking towards me and putting it around my neck, carefully untucking my hair so it doesn't get tangled with the strap. âPerfect. How does it feel?â
âHeavier than I expectedâ I chuckle.
âIt can't be heavier than a crownâ he laughs.
âI don't know. I've never tried on one.â
âWait, really?â
âYeah. It's not like I'm gonna be the one who is gonna have to wear it. That's my sister, the heir.â
âBut you still are a princess, aren't you? Don't all princesses wear crowns?â
âNope. I may get to wear a tiara one day if I'm invited to a big event like a royal wedding or a reception for someone important, but other than thatâŠâ
âI'm sorry.â
âOh, don't be. Sometimes being the second born that everyone forgets about actually comes with its perks. Like being here today, for example.â
âI thought it was because you liked football.â
âThat tooâ I chuckle.
âAnd football players?â Pedri asks me. âDo you also like them?â
âWhat?â
âMy friends were talking about you fancying Gavi.â
âThat's my sister, not me.â
âHa! I knew it! I knew it was her and not you. But they were so convinced they didn't want to listen to me.â
âI'm used to people mixing us, don't worryâ I say while playing with the medal. âAnd I actually am more into dark haired guys than brunettes like him.â
âAre you?â
âYeahâ I shrug, still focused on the medal.Â
âAnything else you like in your men?âÂ
âWhy are you interested?â I ask him, looking up and at his face, a little smirk on his lips.Â
âJust curious about how the future Prince of Spain could look likeâ he shrugs.
âWell⊠I like men with interesting noses.â
âWhat?â he laughs.
âYeah⊠I don't know how to explain it. But if you look at the list of men I'm attracted to, famous or not, they all have that in common. Yours would actually make the cut.â
âMy nose?â he laughs again.
âI⊠It is too weird, isn't it? Urghâ I say, covering my face with my hands. And that, my friends, is how you ruin things with the guy you are trying to flirt with.Â
âNo, no. Not at all. Is just that no one had complimented my nose before. Most girls talk about my lips.â
âYour lips?âÂ
âThey say they were made to kiss and be kissed. What do you think?â
âWhat?â I say, still covering my face.
âAre my lips kissable or not, your royal highness?â Pedri says, his hands suddenly on mine, moving them away to rest at my sides. But he doesn't let go once they get there. He keeps holding them, his fingers playing with mine, his thumbs sometimes caressing my knuckles or the inside of my wrist and sending waves of heat all the way up my arms.Â
âThey are okâ I manage to say.
âJust ok? I think I'm gonna have to move closer so you can see them betterâ he says, closing the space between us a bit more.Â
âThey just look like lipsâ I shrug. But that's a lie. Because his lips do look made to kiss and be kissed.
âMaybe if we moved towards the lightâŠâ he says, his hands suddenly on my waist, moving me until my back is against the big window, the light once again hitting his face in all the right places.Â
I knew Pedri was handsome, but this handsome? Wow.
âBetter now?â
âLet me seeâŠâ I say as I move forward a little bit, the medal doing it with me and hitting his chest. We are so close right now⊠âNothing. Just lips.â
âWell, if you can't see anything, I'll guess we'll have to try with a different sense. Like touch, for example.â
âWhat?â
âHow does this feel, your royal highness?â he says, gently taking one of my hands and kissing it, the other still resting on my waist.
âYou can start calling me ma'am now. Royal highness is just for the first time you address me.â And how I've managed to give him a protocol lesson while feeling my skin burn on the spot where his lips have been, will forever be a mystery.
âMa'am sounds like something for someone old. What about my lady?â
âYou could also call me by my nameâ I shrug.Â
âWe just met, my lady. Aren't you going too fast?â Pedri smirks.
âMe? Who is the one looking for a way to kiss me?â I smirk back.
âBustedâ he laughs.Â
âThough if you want to kiss me, you just have to ask.â
âOk, then. May I kiss you⊠my lady?â
âYou mayâ I whisper.Â
âThank youâ he smiles. âButâŠâ he says, stopping just as his lips brush against mine. âAfter I've done it, will you tell if my lips are made to kiss and be kissed?âÂ
âI will.â
âA princess must keep her promises.â
âI will, I promise. Now are you going to kiss me or not?â
âAs my lady commandsâ he smirks before finally doing it and kissing me. Pedri⊠the Pedri⊠is kissing me. And it is⊠wow. Just wow. âAnd?â he whispers against my lips.
âI haven't told you to stop.â
âSo bossyâ he chuckes.
âWell, I am your princess, am I not?â
âYou are, yes.â
âThen as your princess, I'm telling you, Pedri GonzĂĄlez, to keep kissing me.â
âWith my lips made to kiss and be kissed?âÂ
âWith your lips made to kiss and be kissed, yesâ I say, making him smile before kissing me again and⊠Oh, my God.
I thought winning the Euros earlier had felt amazing, but I was wrong. Being kissed by him, and in the way he is right now, is what truly feels amazing.Â
âââââââââââââ
âI think this is yoursâ I say, giving Pedri his medal back.
âIt looks better on you, tho.â
âOh, stop itâ I laugh, putting it around his neck, the place where my hands were resting not that long ago.
âIt's the truthâ he shrugs. âAnd do we seriously have to go back in there?â he says, nodding towards the party.
âWe do, yesâ I sigh. âBut, we are meeting again tomorrow.â
âWe are, yes. And you've promised me a tour of the palace. And a princessâŠâ
âKeeps her promisesâ I smile.
âExactlyâ Pedri smiles back. And we stay like that, just smiling like two idiots, until someone clears his throat behind us. Carlos, my bodyguard. âI think that's our cue to go inside.â
âI think it is, yes.â
âDo you think he will send the secret service after me if I kiss you one last time?â he whispers.
âThere is nothing like tryingâ I shrug.
âOk, then. Bro, look the other way!â he says to Carlos while I just laugh, his hands suddenly cupping my face before kissing me one last time. âNo secret service?â he whispers, opening one eye.Â
âNo secret service.â
âThank Godâ he sighs, making me laugh again. âAnyway⊠I should probably go in first, shouldn't I? Distract everyone with my limping so they won't look at you.â
âOh, don't worry. No one looks at me, I'm the invisible princess.â
âOnly someone blind would not look at you, my lady.â
âThank youâ I say, feeling my cheeks getting warm. We've been kissing and flirting, and him saying that is what finally makes me go shy. âBut like I told you, I don't mind being invisible sometimes. Thisâ I say, playing with the strap of his medal. âWould have not been possible if I was the heir. And the secret service would have definitely jumped at you the moment you got too close.â
âLucky me, thenâ Pedri smiles.
âLucky usâ I smile back. âNow go. I can see Carlos getting impatient.â
âUrgh, fine⊠See you tomorrow?â
âSee you tomorrow.â
âOk. Good night, my ladyâ he says, kissing my cheek.
âGood night, sirâ I giggle as I watch him walk back into the party, laughing one more time when he turns around to look at me and blows me a kiss.
âFeeling better, ma'am?â Carlos says behind me.
âMuch betterâ I smile.Â
âThen I'm sorry about what I'm about to tell you, ma'am.â
âWhat?â I say, turning around to look at him.
âIt's about him, about Pedri. Something I heard his friends talking about when I went back inside to give you some⊠privacy.â
âCarlos, you are starting to worry me.â
âI⊠I'm sorry, ma'am.â
âââââââââââââ
The next dayâŠ
âMy lady.â
âPedri.â
âI wasn't expecting to be offered croquetas at the royal palaceâ he chuckles, nodding at the table in front of us.
âYeah, well.â
âWhen we met earlier it was kind of awkward, wasn't it? Shaking hands with your parents and your sister, acting as if we didn't know each other and nothing had happened last nightâŠâ
âDid something happen last night?â I ask, eating an olive and finally looking at him. âBesides you winning the Euros, I mean.â
âWe⊠you⊠what?â he says with a confused look.
âI don't remember anything important happeningâ I shrug.
âYou don't⊠Oh. Oh, I get it. You are teasing me because out here someone could hear usâ Pedri says, looking around at his teammates. After meeting the whole team inside the palace, we are now in the gardens, everyone chatting, having a drink and relaxing before they have to go to Cibeles to celebrate.
âI'm not teasing you, Pedri. I don't remember anythingâ I shrug again. âWait, no. I do remember one thingâ I say, moving forward. âThat you are a dickâ I whisper in his ear before walking away.
âThat I'm what? What are you talking about?â he says before following me.Â
âIs your hearing also injured?â
âMy hearing is perfect, my ladyâ he says, struggling to keep up with me. âWhat I don't understand is why.â
âWhy what?â I say, suddenly stopping. We've walked away from where everyone else is, kind of hidden behind some bushes.
âWhy are you calling me a dick? What did I do?â
âDo you seriously have to ask?â I laugh.
âYeah.â
âI can't believe itâ I laugh again. âYou fucking used me, Pedri!â
âWhat?â
âYou used me to have a laugh with your friends! You made a bet with them to see who could get a kiss from me first!â
âWhat?â he says again, looking more and more confused by the second.
âCarlos heard them talking about it, so don't you dare try to deny it. I'm sure you all had a laugh this morning when you told them everything that happened between us.â
âWe don't⊠IâŠâ
âI was an easy target, wasn't I? The poor princess that no one looks at, the one who always is in the shadow of her sister, who always is the second option. I'm sure you felt so proud when you told them how easily I fell for your charms, how stupid I was. But not anymore, you hear me. Not anymore.â
âThat's not what happenedâ Pedri says, grabbing me by the arm when I try to walk away, earning himself a even more deadly look than the ones I was already giving him. âSorry. I'm sorryâ he says, letting go. âBut please let me explain myself.â
âWhy? Why would I do that? You manipulated me once, you could do it again. I am that stupid.â
âYou aren't stupid, and I didn't manipulate you. IâŠâ he says, running a hand through his hair. âThe boys were talking about who could get you out of your misery, that's true. We were watching you talking with your dad and those men, and you looked so⊠Bored. Like you wished to be anywhere but there. But I wasn't part of it, I swear. I actually was getting mad while listening to them and the way they were talking about you. So before any of them found the guts to go talk to you just for fun, I did it myself. Not the go talking with you for fun part. The one about finding the guts to go talk to you. Because I⊠I have a bit of a crush on you.â
âWhat?â I laugh.
âYeahâ he says, nervously touching his cheek. A cheek that had turned almost as red as his Spain's shirt. âHere, lookâ he says, taking his phone out of his pocket. âI have proof.â
âProof of what? You being an idiot?â
âAn idiot for you, yesâ he says, showing me what he had been looking for on his phone. âIt's a WhatsApp conversation I had with my brother yesterday before the game when it was announced that you were attending. You can check the date and the time, it isn't fake.â
Your girlfriend is gonna be at the game tonight đ€ If you win she may give you a kiss đ Instead of Casillas and Sara Carbonero, Pedri and the princess âœđžđ»đ©đ»ââ€ïžâđâđšđ»Â
âThis⊠This means nothingâ I say, giving him his phone back.Â
âI can show you more messages from him teasing me about it. Look.â
People are shipping Gavi with the princess after the game đ Maybe he could introduce you to her little sister đ Gavi king and you prince đ
âI⊠PedriâŠâ
âEverything that happened last night was real. I swear itâ he says. âI didn't kiss you because of a bet with my friends. I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I like you.â
âYou don't know me. Like, you barely know anything about me, only what the press publishes.â
âI know enough. Because to meâ he says, taking one of my hands on his, his thumb caressing my knuckles like he had last night. âTo me you aren't invisible or someone's shadow. To me, you shine brighter than anyone else. King, queen, heir to the throne or whatever.â
âThat's so cheesyâ I chuckle.
âBut the truth.â
âPedri, IâŠâ I say, meeting his eyes. He isn't lying. Everything he's said about kissing me because he wanted to and not because of a bet, about liking me, about me not being the invisible princess I always believe myself to be⊠All that is true. I can see it in his face, on his blushed cheeks, in his eyes. He is being honest about it all. âI believe you.â
âYou⊠You do?â
âI doâ I nod.
âThank Godâ he sighs. âI thought any moment now you would call the secret service and they would send me to⊠Where do they send people when they arrest them?â
âCan't tell you. It is the secret service for a reasonâ I wink.
âMakes senseâ he chuckles. âBut does this mean that I am not a dick anymore orâŠ?â he says, closing the space between us a bit.
âWell⊠There is something you could do to make me completely forget about itâ I say, also moving closer towards him.
âSomething like what?â he asks, his other hand finding mine, now both his thumb caressing my skin, bringing back the waves of heat I felt last night.Â
âYou could kiss me with those lips of yoursâ I smirk.
âHere?â he says, looking around. âWhat if someone comes this way and sees us? Like someone from the team, your dad or⊠your mum. Your mum is quite scary, you know?â
âOh, I knowâ I laugh. âBut if we move over hereâŠâ I say, walking us behind a big tree, my back against it. âNo one will see us. We'll be⊠invisibleâ I smile.
âYou are anything but invisible, my ladyâ Pedri smiles back, his hands letting go of mine and moving to rest on my waist.
âThen show meâ I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.Â
âWill you then give me a tour of the palace? You promised it last night, and a princessâŠâ
âKeps her promises, I know.â
âExactlyâ he smirks.
âFirst we kiss, then we do the tour. But just so you know, Carlos will probably join us.â
âWait, is he here?â Pedri says, looking around, his eyes wide.
âHe may be hiding behind a bush, yesâ I laugh.
âShit. If he sees together after what he heard last nightâŠâ
âI'll explain everything to him, don't worry. But if you are being serious about getting to know meâŠâ
âDeadly.â
âThen you better start getting used to his presence.â
âI think I can do that. Because youâ he says, brushing his nose against mine and making me giggle. âAre worth it, my lady. So worth itâ Pedri says before finally kissing me again, making me feel what he has been telling me since we met: that I'm not just someone's shadow, a second option. That I am not the invisible princess anymore.Â
#pedri#pedri gonzalez#pedri x reader#pedri gonzalez x reader#pedri imagine#pedri gonzalez imagine#pedri fanfic#pedri gonzalez fanfic#football fanfic#football imagine
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Youâre insecure (donât know what for.)
Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.
*Credit to the owner of the gif.*
A/N: Hereâs a little Christmas gift for you all!! đđ I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :) (p.s I didnât really proofread this as much because I was getting self conscious and yeah. Happy reading!)
Word count: 1,698.
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It was a Friday night and you were lounging in your apartment feeling like the absolute scum of the earth over bouts of insecurity arising in you over some comments made about you throughout the past few weeks.
Comments about how Wanda was too good for you.
How she was way out of your league and how people were clueless as to why she was with you. How a stunning woman like her, could be with someone as simple looking as you.
Thoughts that you yourself have had with your girlfriend basically being a walking goddess and all, how could you not let your mind stray to think those things when you've seen firsthand more attractive people vying for her attention.
So there you were feeling like utter shit while playing video games, when a call from an unknown number came into your phone.
"Hello?" You answer cautiously.
"Y/N?" You hear exclaimed through the phone, having a hard time hearing due to the music blasting from the other side of the call.
"Yeah. Yeah, it's me, who is this?" You ask not immediately recognizing the voice.
"Hey, it's me, Nat," the voice supplies, "my phone died so I'm using someone else's. Anyway, so you know how we went out to the bar to grab a few drinks? Well, as we were making our way back to your place, your girlfriend found a club and made her way inside. She's on the dance floor crying, she won't let me take her home, she wants you," Natasha yells through the speaker causing you to immediately stand up and begin looking for your keys.
"Is she okay?" You ask worriedly, your movements halting momentarily.
"Yeah, yeah, she's fine, just super drunk," Natasha says, her voice muffled by the sounds around her. "Hey, no Wanda, get off of there, you can't do that!" You suddenly hear Natasha say and you hurry your movements once again, "listen, we're at the Avengers Night Club in uptown, itâs not too far from your place so there's no rush, but the faster you're here, the better. So please, don't take too long," the redhead pleads and you nod, realizing after a moment she can't see you.
"Uh, yeah, don't worry. I'll be there as soon as I can, thank you Nat," you say appreciatively.
"No worries, see you soon," she replies breathless, "Wanda, oh my god, no you can't eat that, that's a candle-" you hear suddenly and the call disconnects.
When you locate your keys you hastily make your way out of your apartment and into your car. The 10 minute drive to the club feeling eternal.
When you finally reach your destination you park your car and make your way inside the club, immediately finding Natasha.
"Nat!" You exclaim over the music.
"Hey!" The redhead turns to greet you pulling you into a hug.
"Where is she?" You ask Wanda's best friend when you pull back.
The shorter woman frowns, "wait, what the fuck, she was just here a minute ago!" She yells over the music, eyes scanning the club and immediately landing on your girlfriend that is taking shots with a group of people across the bar from where you stand, "there she is!" Natasha says, finger pointing in Wanda's direction.
Once you spot her you nod and with Natasha make your way towards your girlfriend, trying your best not to bump into people in the process. As soon as you reach Wanda, you immediately realize she is much drunker than you have ever seen her be in the two years that you've been together.
"Hey Wanda, Y/N is here, let's get you home," Natasha says as she gathers your girlfriend into her arms.
"That's not gonna work Natty, I know she's not here, you've been saying that all night you little liar," Wanda singsongs, bopping Natasha's nose, causing the redhead to roll her eyes in annoyed amusement.
"I'm serious Wands, she's right there," Natasha says as she turns the redhead to face you.
"Oh, my god! Baby!" Wanda exclaims excitedly, hands thrown up in the air, a drunken smile on her lips.
"Hey Max," you greet with an amused chuckle.
"New friends, hey, hey," Wanda says, waving at the other patrons she was drinking with, "this is my amazingly beautiful girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N," she beams, pulling you in by your waist to introduce you to the group of strangers.
"Hey!" The group exclaimed loudly.
"Hey," you say softly, waving shyly at the sudden attention.
"Aren't you just the cutest thing," you hear Wanda say, turning to face her and you see green eyes glossed over with adoration and love, "my beautiful baby, my stunning lover, I love you so much," she yells, voice full of affection.
"How much have you had to drink, amor?" You ask, blushing red.
"I'm not drunk," Wanda slurs, and you raise a challenging eyebrow, "okay, I am drunk. Drunk in love," she says with a dopey smile.
You shake your head, "okay, you're definitely wasted," you say with a laugh.
"No. No, I'm not baby. You really are my beautiful lover. So so beautiful," she pouts, hands cradling your face as tears gloss over in her green eyes. "I really wish you could see yourself the way I see you my love, because you're so stunning. You think I'm the most beautiful person you've ever seen, but that's bullshit! You are the most beautiful person ever! You're so amazing Y/N, you make me so happy and you're so nice, all my friends love you, you treat me like a queen. You're perfect," Wanda says, tears rolling down her face, "I just- I love you so much," she says as she begins sobbing into her hands.
"Okay amor mio, let's get you going," you say, gathering Wanda into your arms as you begin to make your way out of the nightclub. "Hey Nat you good, do you need a ride or something?" You ask the redhead once you make it outside.
"No, I'm good, I think I might stay a little longer, I definitely just saw someone check me out and I want to see where that goes," she smirks and you chuckle, "you just get home safe and call me if you need me alright?" Natasha says as she pulls you and your girlfriend into a hug.
"Yeah sure, thank you," you say appreciatively, "and if you need anything please don't hesitate to call," the redhead nods her head and makes her way back into the club as you walk to your car. After placing Wanda in the passenger side, you buckle her in and make the drive back to your apartment.
Getting Wanda into your home seems to be a much more difficult task than you anticipated, the redhead more asleep than awake to properly walk, the alcohol in her system causing her to slightly sway back and forth as you take her up to the apartment.
Once you make it inside you take Wanda to your room, laying her down softly on the bed as you begin her nightly routine.
First you take off her shoes, placing them in your closet. Then you grab one of your t-shirts for her to sleep in. Taking off her dress being nearly impossible as Wanda softly snores.
Once you complete your mission and dress your girlfriend you make your way to your bathroom to grab some makeup removing wipes. As you sit beside your girlfriend you begin gently cleaning off the make-up Wanda wore, your soft swipes across her face causing the redhead to stir awake.
"Hmm, baby, what are you doing?" Wanda asks, voice thick, full of sleep.
"Just taking your makeup off amor, go back to sleep," you whisper, continuing with your task.
"It's okay, leave it on, just lay with me," your girlfriend pouts, tugging on your arm to pull you into bed beside her and you chuckle softly.
"I will in a bit Max, let me just take this off so you can sleep comfortably," you smile as Wanda's eyes slowly open, unshed tears building in her beautiful green eyes. "Hey. Hey, what's wrong?" You ask slowly, a look of confusion on your face at your girlfriend's sudden change in mood.
"You're so good to me baby. So good," Wanda whispers, tears pouring down her face.
Cupping her face gently you wipe her tears away, "hey, none of that Wands, you're my girl. I love taking care of you and you do the same for me, so it's all good," you say smiling softly.
âI don't know what I did to deserve you, but you're everything to me,â Wanda sobs, voice full of emotion, "and don't think I haven't noticed how in your head you have gotten as of late. I know you, and I know what people have been saying has been affecting you. But just know that I put them in their place and that I love you and only you detka, I don't care what they have to say, you are my person and they can all fuck off if they think youâre no good for me, because they donât know you the way I do,â she monologues. âThey donât know how truly happy you make me. They donât know how well you take care of me. They donât know that just by being with you it makes me want to be a better person. They donât know anything, my love,â she says and you let out a sob.
âGod, I love you so much Max, you donât know how happy I am to hear you say that,â you say, crying.
âYouâre it for me detka, before you I wasnât truly living, itâs like everything was preparing me for this moment, now come on, get in bed, letâs go to sleep,â Wanda says as she takes your hands, pulling you into the space beside her.
As you crawl in behind her, you wrap your arms around her frame, âI love you Wanda,â you whisper, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead.
âI love you, my love,â she replies before you both drift off to sleep.
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So we all saw the MIT sukkah and how bad that was.
Are you ready for NYUâs?
Because not only is it bad, but the persons behind it are either Jews with no connection whatsoever to their culture and canât be bothered to do a basic fact check or itâs goyim who canât be bothered to do a basic fact check.

Thatâs right. It says âlâchaim intifadaâ on their post. Yes, the structure is made out of wood. Good job for not using an event tent as the base like MIT. But you've built it under a tree, a no-no, and just said âTo life intifadaâ on your âsolidarityâ sukkah poster.
Thatâs as bad as the backwards Hebrew.
Itâs a nonsense phrase and makes no sense.
So what else is in the post?

Points 1 through 3 are standard for these organizations. Others that have more experience regarding the legalities of these asks have broken down why it won't happen for 1 and 2.
Point 3 is just xenophobic and discriminatory, and shows the hypocrisy of these orgs. I hate whataboutisms, but this same academic boycott is not being held for other countries that have committed or are committing comparable or worse actions. I have not seen calls to boycott Russian, Chinese, or Iranian academics and condemn research alliances or remote campuses.
Why is it only Israel?
(we know why)
Points 4 and 5 are what we expect as well. But here's the thing. Point 4? So much research and innovation comes through military contracts and funding. Medical entomology alone is reliant on massive funding from the military and was actually established by the US Military as well. The break throughs in treatments for vectored diseases typically come from their projects.
This is going to piss people off. But cutting funding projects that are associated with our military industrial complex is actually really bad for innovation, research, and scientific advancement.
"They can get the funds elsewhere".
No the fuck they cannot. Tell me you know nothing about research in academia without telling me.
But sure, cut funding to things associated with the MI-complex. I'm sure the DHS and DOD projects that are working on medical innovations will definitely help "Free Palestine".
Point 5 states it is "No Normalization", but the text reads more that they want to undo the Find Out portion of the Fuck Around they've been doing all year. As well as redefine antisemitism the way they want so that their dog whistles can be allowed and then it gets to the normalization thing. Which is just a way of saying they don't want peace. I'm not surprised as normalization processes lead to peace, and these groups don't want that. We've seen them eschew peace repeatedly and endorse violence.
But they'll tell you they're a peace movement.
Point 6 is just odd to include. 1 through 5 are standard, but 6 gets into the academic pay scale and structure and that just feels tacked on. It's trying to put a rider to ban abortion at the back end of the agricultural bill. It's trying to say "while I have you attention, also this."
I'll be the first one to say the academic pay structure is fucked and needs to be overhauled (The Cali University system has had multiple protests because Professors can't afford to even live in the cities they teach in). But putting pay structure issues onto this is just "everything relates to Gaza!" nonsense. We've seen countless occurrences of these activists trying to link any and every movement and concern to I/P throughout the year and it's just ridiculous.
Also note the text "expanding further into the city and across the globe" makes it seem like they view the university they are attending as a colonizer as well. If such is the case, and they're against colonization as vehemently as they attest to, then why are they still attending as their tuition is funding colonization? Yes, this is a "why don't you leave" argument, but they have the option to drop out or transfer. It's not leaving the USA, it's leaving or changing schools (and that's much more doable).
Point 7 isn't really a point. It's the same thing we've seen from anti-Israel groups across college campuses in the USA a long time. The problem is that they deny Zionism/Zionist has become a major dog whistle that has a history of being one ever since the Soviet era. Is every instance of anti-Zionism antisemitism? Of course not. But because major antisemitism groups, militias, and governments have used it for decades as a cover it is often viewed as such.
There's no denying that.
The problem is that you have college kids who are earnest in their beliefs that they don't see how they're being manipulated to use said dog whistles. It's especially worse when it comes to anti-Zionist Jews because they will say/endorse absolutely horrendous antisemitic rhetoric while justifying it through "Don't worry, I'm a Jew".
Unfortunately the sukkah they've built and the "L'chaim Intifada" brings in to question how Jewish they are. Even secular Jews would know that L'chaim means "To Life" by simply existing within our culture. So they're either extremely detached and didn't fact check, they're religious Jews who don't know enough Hebrew and didn't fact check, or they're goyim who are cosplaying as Jews and didn't fact check.
Initially I was leaning towards the detached as being behind this as I personally know several detached Jews who are using their ethnicity to defend antisemitism in NYC and by these groups. And because this is NYU it's more than likely that detached Leftist Jews are behind this with support from goyim than simply goyim alone. Which shows how little is know of our culture in general and means they really shouldn't be relied upon as arbiters of what is offensive to Jews and what isn't.
However, there is nothing Jewish about what they post. They even have photos of them in the sukkah and there's not a single kippah in sight. It's all keffiyehs. You'd think that if they wanted to show solidarity there'd be some variation in garb. You'd think that if they wanted to show that Jewish religious traditions and culture are welcoming that you'd have some visibly Jewish persons in your sukkah sitting side by side with keffiyeh wearing activists in this "solidarity sukkah"
But there's not.
Now this isn't to say I know who is behind this group, who the members are, or what the agenda is.
But this organization has only existed since November 2023, regularly cross posts with NYU SJP, and endorsed/justified 10/7 as well as the anniversary events celebrating it.
Come to your own conclusions as you will, but I know what I think.
#antisemitism#leftist antisemitism#jumblr#i/p#intersectional antisemitism#NYU Anti-Israel Activists#NYU SJP#The activists are at it again#L'chaim Intifada is one of the funniest and dumbest things I've read from the (((anti-Israel))) crowd#Tell me your cosplaying as Jews without telling me
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"Like gravity." Daryl Dixon Imagine.
@fluffy-dixon: Okay, so this is my request. Maybe prison era? Daryl and OC became quite close during their time at the Quary as she was one of the only people (obvs minus Carol) that checked in on him, spoke to him, spent time with him etc and actually cared about him. She was a bit of an outcast as well. But when they get to the prison they have a little bit more time to settle down and actually become a thing, daryl is utterly in love with her but is too afraid to say but he takes her out hunting and while they're hunting he comes accross some rabbits that he wants to kill for food but she won't let him because she used to keep rabbits herself and the thought of it broke her heart but he let's it slip that he loves her because he says something along the lines of, 'god damnit woman, if I didn't love you so much they'd be cooking in a stew' or something like that. Take of it as you will but yeah â€ïž
Hi, love! You are my first request and it was soooo sweet I loved writing it! I really, really hope this comes a little closer to what you had in mind. If not, I'm sorry :c But thank you so muchâ„
A/N: I laughed a little writing Merle even though he's also an idiot haha ââbut spoiler alert: Merle telling Daryl that he should marry you or fuck you or both made me laugh. I borrowed a scene from Carol and Daryl too hehe. Hope you like this!

When a woman is in love, you can see it in her smile. When a man is in love, you can see in his eyes.
Darylâs eyes, they spoke so loudly the words he was so afraid to say. But now, they canât hide that sparkle of hope every time he sees you. If you could ask him when he started looking at you differently, he would tell you it was the first time you sat down next to the bonfire he and his brother made, too overwhelmed to be around so many people in the camp outside the city.
It happens the moment it starts raining pretty heavily, when Merle began to curse the sky before locking himself in his tent. That was the first time Daryl heard your laugh since he met you: a sweet, innocent sound full of colors in that grey world. For a minute, you are too immersed in your own happiness, looking up at the night sky, a hand outstretched to feel the raindrops. But the moment you look back at him, he shifts his gaze to the arrow he was carving with his knife, because the way you looked at him was almost overwhelming for Daryl, so deep as that color of your gaze.
You were a sweet thing to look at, but the more you talked with each other, the more he saw different facets of you.
The first time you actually talked, you told him to fuck off, and Daryl could say that was one of his favorite moments with you. It happened when he went back from hunting, with some squirrels in his bag, and he saw you a little bit far from the main group, pulling a pack of cigarettes from your black jeans.
You didnât notice that he was looking at you, with a confused expression but with a deep gaze, as if you were the most difficult puzzle to put together. Daryl never liked riddles, those mind games, and you looked exactly like them, too difficult to understand at first glance.
âCare to share?â Daryl asks you when he stops next to you, so you give the package to him. âMâ Daryl, by the way.â
â(Y/N).â You say, simply.
Daryl canât help but scoff as he lights a cigarette, because it was his nature to repel anything that seemed soft, tender, weak in his eyes, almost like your name.
âThatâs a princess name, y'know?â
However, to his own surprise, you chuckle.
âFuck you, Daryl. I didnât ask for your opinion on my name.â
But your voice full of boldness telling him fuck you makes him chuckle too: a low, masculine sound, but transparent as Daryl pushes the smoke away before looking at you.
âWhat's on the menu tonight?â He nods towards the group.
You take the cigarette from your lips, pushing the smoke out before talking, too.
âCanned beans, just like yesterday and probably tomorrow and for the rest of our lives.â
For a moment, as you look straight ahead, analyzing always the situation you are in, Daryl watches you sideways, taking in everything: at first sight, there is this fierceness in your gaze but that seemed to be compassionate too, with a free attitude but that seemed to analyze everything. You seemed to be a rebellious soul, almost as lost as he was.
âHave ya ever tried squirrels?â Daryl asks softly, kind of awkward. You look at him, shaking your head. âMâ cookinâ âem if ya wanna join us.â
He starts walking towards his own camp when you talk again.
âYou donât hunt rabbits, do you?â
Daryl turns around, his brow furrowed in confusion.
âWhy?â
It was stupid, you know it, so you just shake your head.
âIt's nothing. I think I'll accept your invitation, so thank you.â
Too confused, Daryl nods before walking again, so he misses the way you look at him this time. You could notice the beautiful color of his eyes behind that mocking, condescending expression on his almost stupid but very attractive face. A few strands of his hair, dark blonde or almost brown, fell over his forehead, framing that deep but accusatory look he had for everybody. His shoulders were broad, and although he didnât look like a person who flaunted himself, his sleeveless shirt didnât leave much to the imagination when you could see the muscles in his arms.
It was the end of the world, the beginning of a new one, but that didn't mean you had gone blind.
However, the next thing that happens with Merle, must have given Daryl some clue as to the feelings he would develop for you in the near future, because the moment you reach his camp that night, Merle is alone.
âWell, well, ainât ya a beauty?â Merle smiles and looks at you up and down, practically eating you up with his eyes. âMa baby brother said he invited ya, but I didnât think ya would come to him, not when mâ the goodâlookinâ one.â He comes closer, slowly and dangerously. âYa got a name, darlinâ?â
â(Y/N).â The women and men in the camp warned you about Merle Dixon, but you manage to smile at him, playing with fire even when you knew you could get hurt. âDonât tell this to Daryl but you are the goodâlooking one.â
He smiles, he just canât help it, wildly like a predator when the animal knew in its gills that it was about to capture the prey.
âYa really look like a refined woman, darlinâ, If I feed ya squirrels too, would ya moan ma name at the end of the night? I promise I will make ya beg for more.â
You raise an eyebrow, looking at him, but before you can answer back, Daryl walks back from the woods.
âMerle, for once in yer life, shut the fuck up.â
However, Merle finds that even extra funny, and he keeps walking towards you. But you know well that the first to look away in the staring game loses, so you, without any fear in your eyes, wait until Merle is close enough, and at that moment, you catch the handle of the gun that was hidden at the back of your waist, under your black cardigan, and then, you press it to Darylâs asshole brotherâs chin.
Merle holds his breath, unlike his baby brother who finds the situation strangely attractive, and kind of hot too.
âIâm begging you now, Merle, please repeat everything you just said. I promise you that before you finish saying the last word, you will run out of a mouth and jaw to say it.â
He swallows the lump in his throat, because he was an idiot, yes, but even Merle Dixon knew when to back off at the threat of a bullet, which came from a person who really seemed determined to do it.
âI was jusâ kiddinâ with ya, sweetheart.â He tries to laugh, but his smile trembles at the cold of the gun. âYa wouldnât do that to yer new friend Merle.â
You chuckle, pulling it away.
âI am normally a sweetheart, Merle, but I am also the person capable of sinking the fucking ship with myself inside just so that no one is saved. You know what I mean by that?â
He nods, clearing his throat so his words wouldnât break off midâsentence.
âGuess ya are ma brotherâs new friend?â
You look back at Daryl, who is looking at you with a frown (something normal now for you), but also with an amused expression.
Then, you look back at Merle.
âSomething like that.â
âWell⊠welcome to our lovely home, darlinâ!â Merle smiles, after taking a silent deep breath of relief, and then, he looks at his brother. âYou got to fuck or marry this woman, baby brother, or both. Condoms are on ma tent!â
He laughs walking to the woods, and that was disgusting and it makes you wonder, where the hell did you got yourself into?
But things from there, were like a rollerâcoaster going only up. You and Daryl were like an unlikely duo, but maybe that was why you both looked good together. Despite the danger, you two found a new world in which you wanted to continue living, delving into the unknown that was falling in love.
The moment the family you made reached the prison, that gave you two a safe place to, start a thing, you could say.
During one of the first months and when your sleeping world turned red like bright blood, you come out to see the stars from the front of the prison. So you sit there, in an old desk, with your legs falling from the edge and a dead feeling in the depths of your soul.
From afar, Daryl watches you with a cigarette in between his lips. By that moment, Daryl already knew what name to give to his feelings for you, but although he was an brave hunter, he was also too shy to accept that revelation. However, it was the way your eyes used to look at everything that caught him from the beginning: always with attention, always thinking what was best for your safety and what would keep you alive. But also the way your gaze seemed to rest from that life, from pain and fear, and then all that force disappeared when you used to look for something better, something meaningful.
Like gravity, you became the person who kept him standing on the ground.
Daryl blows out the smoke from his cigarette, watching you as he walks towards you. What you were caught him in a way that should never have happened. But your strongest side and your weakest one, the good and the bad that could be in you: he found himself looking in your direction all the time since he met you, always aware of where you were inside and outside the prison, always stuck to you like a lost puppy as Carol used to say.
âHeyâŠâ He says softly, in a deep, hoarse voice as he sits next to you. âShouldnât ya be sleepinâ?â
You smile gently at him, enough to brighten your eyes.
âShouldnât you?â
And there it was, the way you sounded like a worried girlfriend. Fuck, Daryl loved that, Daryl loved you. But there he was: feeling too much for you, or maybe feeling too little for a life that deserved to be lived to the end.
âI donâ sleep.â
You look at him with a curiosity expression.
âYou dream too much?â You ask. Daryl frowns at you, not because he is upset, but confused that you knew exactly the reason behind his sleepless nights. âWhen I was a baby and I couldnât sleep, my mom used to caress my hair so softly that I felt sleepy quickly. Do you want me to do that to you?â
You are joking, kind of, but you know your words would only make him shy as he scoffs.
âI ainât a fuckinâ baby.â
You chuckle.
âFuck you, Dixon. I was just trying to be nice.â
However, Daryl looks at you with a frown, and an almost exasperated expression.
âWoman, almost every day ya curse at me. I donâ know how I let ya kiss me with that mouth.â
His words make you laugh, and Daryl would be lying if he said that wasn't his favorite sound in the whole world.
âI do that because you deserve it.â You chuckle, taking the cigarette from his fingers to take a blow, looking at the stars as an idea came to your mind. âNow that we are awake, you wanna screw around while everyone is asleep?â
You try to hold back your laughter as he looks back at you, thanking the night that you didn't see his ears starting to turn red at your bluntness.Â
âYa could ask me nicely. Yâknow?âÂ
You roll your eyes as you jump out of the desk, walking back to the door.
âFine. If you are not in the mood, I will go back to sleep. Goodnight.â
The painful truth revealed in front of Darylâs eyes, and it was more frightening than being near death, but more exciting than⊠Daryl couldnât compare that feeling with anything else, because he never loved anyone until you came along.
But as Daryl walks towards you, he canât say it, not yet.
âFuck, wait. I didnât say I donâ wanna do it.â
But what a great feeling that pressure on his chest was. It was sweet and kind of terrifying at the same time, so real and unreal at the same time. It was like a dream where he could feel everything, but wanting to stay in that place if it meant living there with you.
The next day, after everyone received their assignments, Daryl took you hunting with him: that was his silent way of saying he wanted to be alone with you. He was always a quiet person, but while been there with you, Daryl asked you question after question because he wanted to hear long answers, to know more and more about you.
âYa got a favorite color?â He asks, walking side to side with you, attentive to your words but also to everything around, crossbow in hand to catch the day's food.
âWellâŠâ You bite your lips as you chuckle. You never had a favorite color before, but the night he invited you to eat with him, it seemed like that blank space was always reserved for the color of his eyes. âBlue, I guess. You?â
Strangely, Daryl wanted to say the same thing about your eyes, but when a sound in the bushes catches his attention, he asks you to be quiet as he walks in front of you. His steps are light, but you stay close the moment Daryl pushes the branches aside.
Two little white rabbits froze there, too terrified to move.
âI got us the food.â He says, raising his crossbow.
It takes you a single second, and you know it is wrong, but sometimes feelings are stronger than good judgment.
âNo, wait!â You stop him before he shot them, making him turn to you. âPlease, donât. Just, fuckâŠâ You curse under your breath, feeling like a little girl again. âThe night you invited me to eat those squirrels, I asked you if you hunted rabbits, remember?â He nods. âI didnât say this before but before my mom died, she gave me a rabbit that I raised as my son for many years.â You shake your head, feeling a little silly. âPlease, donât kill them. Iâm begging you.â
Daryl can see the prayer in your gaze, in those shy eyes that most of the time used to be full of life, always glowing when you used to say things just to make him nervous. So finally, Daryl lowers his crossbow, looking at the rabbits before looking back at you.
âGod dammit, woman, if I didn't love ya so much they'd be cookin' in a stew.â He freezes for a second, listening clearly to his heartbeat as he walks away, but Daryl has to clear his throat so his voice wouldnât break off midâsentence. âLet's go over there and see if we can get some squirrels instead.â
You smile to yourself as you start following him.
You knew well you could die tomorrow, or the day after that, and although you were afraid your dead could be painful, it could be quick too and then you would die in the middle of a breath, with an incomplete phrase that you will never be able to finish. And you didnât want that, you wanted to be honest with yourself, you wanted to say what was in my mind and not let your thoughts die If something happened to you at any time.
You wanted to say I love you too aloud. And that night, as you stroked his hair, again, (because he secretly loved it just like he loved you) you said those words to him.
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