#it's!! not a nice feeling!! there is nothing outright wrong and yet I feel like I have a mute button and it's been pressed

[anguis-sapphire]

mmmph you can tell if negative feelings are persistent if the song you always jam out to is not helping with them

I was distracted by Several Happenings in the process of making this post but i'm still saying screw it and posting it

[idkhoworwhytell]

a chain of sick and sleepy boys

it hits legend first

The chain had ended up in Wild’s Hyrule. And honestly? Legend was tired. Scratch that, exhausted. They’d been walking for what felt like days on end and They weren’t even near Hateno yet! 

With a groan, legend adjusted his hat and trudged forward

“I think  you woke up on the wrong side of the bed” a familiar voice said next to him ,  small huff left him, a small glare on his features as he glanced over to her, the exhaustion being more obvious now up close.

“Not all of us can just sleep anywhere like you, y’know. Some of us actually have problems sleeping in forests where monsters could pop up out of nowhere.” He said with a glare “I’m pretty sure the monsters will wake even me up , until then I’ll sleep soundly” she shrugged her shoulders no care in her tone  He rolls his eyes, going quiet again as he glanced forward. The old Hylian was starting to drift a bit, eyes unfocusing. It was only until Time put a hand on his shoulder that he snapped back into focus.

“You sure you’re alright?”

Legend gives a shrug he  lets out a half sigh, half yawn.

I’m fine. Just need to focus. Don’t worry about me.” Waving time off 

You look like you’re gonna pass out.” He huffed, slightly annoyed at the words.

“I’m fine Just got a few more hours of walking. I can last through that..”

TThe old man didn’t look convinced in the slightest.

the old man says they’ll stop as soon there’s a available chance. 

Legend was going to protest, until Time gave him that Look again. Instead, he lets out a defeated sigh, mumbling under his breath about Time being a worrywart.*

While Time went to tell the other of the plans to make camp, she and Legend were left alone. He glanced at her, the annoyance now being more obvious on his face.

He  said nothing, but he did tilt his head at her, still waiting for the others but still willing to talk. “grumpy pants , just what did you eat to get sick? You really do need to stop picking things up out see on the side of the road.” He gave a scoff, crossing his arms as he looked away.

“I didn’t eat anything bad. I’m just tired, that’s all..” “ could be both for all I care. Your sleeping and taking some medicine when we stop” she said leaving no roo more arguing in her tone Legend grumbled to himself, rolling his eyes at her suggestion. Even if the idea of being able to sleep did sound nice right now. He’d never admit that he hated the fact that she was right though.

“Fine, whatever.. He rolls his eyes ”mhm you know I’m right , now I see that time has found a spot so let’s get you set up” He simply huffed at her words. But, nonetheless, he began to begrudgingly follow Time and the others to where they’d be camping for the night. He didn’t say anything until they eventually got to the spot and started to get the camp set up. Now out of sight, he slowly walked over to one of the logs nearby and sat down, resting his arms on his knees.

She comes to him with a unfamiliar liquid to him, He looked at the liquid in her hand with obvious confusion, an eyebrow raised. But, nonetheless, he took it.*

“What is this? ”NyQuil , and when you wake up I’ll give you some DayQuil, it’ll help you feel like your not dying and get you some sleep. She responds He gave her a skeptical look, eyeing the liquid as he slowly took a drink of it.

“How do I know you’re not trying to poison me this exact moment.”  “if I would , I would know better and do something else, giving it straight up to you ? Come on you know I’m smarter than that.” He paused, before letting out a defeated sigh. And honestly? She was right; he knew she was smart enough to not outright poison him. Which means this was probably safe-ish..

“Yeah. I know that….I trust you.” *He set the cup down, taking the bottle from her instead. He looked at the bottle for a few moments, looking for any clear signs of danger. It wasn’t until he looked at the label and saw exactly what it was that he gave a nod.

“Yeah… that checks out.”

*He took another sip of the liquid, feeling it begin to make him feel even more tired than he already was. She noticed his eyes droop , “it’s gonna do that , come on let’s get you some dinner”  helping him back to camp Despite his tired state, he tried to protest against her help.

“I don’t need help walking. I’m fine…” *He muttered, although it lacked the conviction of any normal protest. Not to mention that his steps were slightly wobbly as he tried to follow her back to camp.she huffed  and just threw him on  her shoulders, not caring what the others might think Legend let out a small gasp as he was just suddenly hoisted up over her shoulders. He tried to struggle for a moment, a little embarrassed at the fact that he was just suddenly picked up like a bag of potatoes

“Hey! I said I didn’t need help walking..!” “ And have you fall? I don’t think your pretty boy face can handle  that,  can it?” Legend flushed slightly at the comment, mumbling as he tried to fight back the embarrassment.

“I’m not a damsel. I can walk on my own..” *He muttered, still struggling against her slightly. But the fact that he was exhausted didn’t help his case. “if it helps you feel less embarrassed I let off right before we reach camp.” 

Reluctantly, he stopped struggling against her, allowing her to carry him the rest of the way. He had a small pout on his face, the fact he was basically having to be carried was already embarrassing enough for him letting him down and going to wild to retrieve their bowls. Legend silently thanked her as he was set down again. Taking a small moment to regain his bearings

Meanwhile, Wild was preparing food for everyone. He’s obviously still worried over how Legend’s been, but he trusted that she’d be able to look out for the other as well. She sat next to him , hoping he can still eat. Legend was tired, yet as soon as he got a whiff of the food he was presented with, he somehow had the energy to sit up and dig in. He was almost shoveling the food into his mouth before he even realized it After a bit  he was passing out into her arms , her catching him and putting him into his bed roll carefully  laying him down she took his sword and put it to his side Legend practically passed out the moment the weight of his head hit the soft bedroll. He let out a silent sigh as he cuddled into it. Despite wanting to protest over the way he was being treated like a child, a big part of him deep down actually liked the care he was being given. He fell asleep and heard the woman and the chain talk about  just he  got sick with him  wanting to argue but he didn’t have the strength to do so 

The chain was obviously worried for him, all of them were. Although, the main 3 worried the most: Time, Four and Wild. They didn’t like seeing their friend looking so sick, or the fact that they had to stop the adventure so Legends could rest.

Time was the voice of reason in the group, as per usual. He was keeping the others from waking Legend to question him about how he was feeling. She told them it was possible he got food poisoning from  something he picked up in the trail , or that he was sleep deprivedEveryone nodded at that, although they were still worried. Four spoke up after a few moments, his voice being soft yet worried.

“How long do you think he’ll be out for?” “NyQuil will keep him asleep for about ten hours , so he’ll sleep in just a bit, he’ll still be a tad sick in the morning but I’ll give him some DayQuil  to help with that, and just maybe if I pull my strings right, hell let he carry him so he can sleep more, cause all he  really can do is sleep it off with the help of the medicine” she says while making sure he’s still breathing

Time gave a nod, a small exhale leaving him. The old man didn’t like seeing his friend sick, not one bit. But, there was nothing else they could do for now. The best thing to do was to just let him rest and let the medicine work as it was supposed to.

“Thank you for the help with this. I know Legend can be stubborn with needing care at times..”

“It’s alright , if I didn’t it would spread and it would sucks for everyone  , I have a better immune system then most of you, so it’d better be me then you cause I’ll get it just a bit while the rest of you would get it bad,

She gave a chuckle,”

🤭 “really all you have to do to get him to listen is throw him around a bit , he’ll eventually give in”

A small smile appeared on the group’s facades. Time chuckled slightly at the idea, while the rest couldn’t help but to imagine different scenarios where they could just do that. The idea alone did make them feel somewhat better, knowing that it’d likely be a good way to get the cranky hero to listen for once. She waved them off to their bed rolls , offering to keep watch on them and her hero that had gotten sick, being able to take care of any night troubles that may occur 

Time was about to protest against her offer, but Wild ended up being the first to speak. He gave a small bow of his head in gratitude. 

“Thank you. If you need anything, be sure to tell us.”

he  said, before going to his bedroll and getting settled as the others did the same, but not before they each thanked her as well. “Yea yea, you ain’t  be able to help if you don’t rest”  

Time chuckled at the comment, letting out a small sigh. Nonetheless, they all listened and began to get settled, their eyes fluttering closed one by one as they got comfortable in their bedrolls. little  while later she heard legend tossing and turning , he stated to turn green in the face She quickly sat up, looking over at Legend. It didn’t take her long to realize that he was about to get sick. And probably not too far from her own bedroll..

“Ah hell..” *She muttered, moving quickly over to him and rolling him to his side.

She had a bucket in hand, to try and catch everything she could . Her quick action was met with him suddenly jolting up and emptying the contents of his stomach into the bucket. Legend looked absolutely miserable, a sweat forming across his face as he tried to breathe through his mouth. 

“gotta  breath through the nose buddy” 

she said so softly as not to startle him  and gently started cleaning his 

face clear of the sweat and taking off his dirtied tunicLegend was only barely coherent as he tried his best to follow her words. His breath was shaky, and he was definitely still nauseous, but her voice was keeping him somewhat grounded. That didn’t mean that he didn’t try to object when she started to take off his tunic, though

 It came out as a weak attempt to protest. “Hey…what’re you doing..?”

“I promise I’m not gonna hurt you” still soft in the voice  she replaced what had took off him with a white cotton  shirt , getting her eyes turned as much as possible bit so she could still work He was too exhausted and sick to argue with her in any sort of effective way. Besides, he knew that she wouldn’t try to do anything bad. So even though he muttered something along the line of ‘this is not helping my image-“   he let her work, simply flopping back onto the bedroll once she had finished changing his shirt.  He was too exhausted and sick to argue with her in any sort of effective way. Besides, he knew that she wouldn’t try to do anything bad.

She started cleaning his face and knew  that she would need to wash his bed roll , with as much gentleness as she could muster she lifted him up , not swaying as much as she could and laid him in her bed roll he  was still mostly out of it. But he still managed to give a small mumbled complaint as he was moved into her bedroll. 

“Hey…I can..I can still walk…I don’t need….” he  protested, but it was interrupted by him groaning again. He felt absolutely miserable, yet too tired to try to keep fighting. She places him down and grabs the soiled things and goes to the steam nearby still the camp in her line of sight She could hear him move in her bedroll as she left. A soft groan leaving him. He tried to pull himself together as he laid in the bedroll, but he was still feeling far too ill to try and sit up. Which left him basically stuck in her bedroll, waiting for her to come back.*she returned with a offer of a bath , with minimal help in her end of course just offering to do what he needed and nothing more unless otherwise asked. It was obvious that he didn’t want to accept her help. He was a stubborn hero after all. But the part of him that was exhausted and tired of feeling gross was telling him to accept it. His brain was a little too messed up right now by the medicine to put up much of a fight.

It  only took a few moments of his internal argument before he mumbled ‘yes’ to her offer. He was probably not going to remember saying this in the morning..

 she lifts him up and leans him on the edge of them water and turns so he can strip and pull himself in ,it  was honestly a miracle that he hadn’t thrown up on the way to the water. He was extremely unsteady on his feet, but he managed to get himself to slowly strip out of most of his clothes.

He hesitated just a moment when he was about to get into the water. But he eventually did, slowly lowering himself into it with a soft hiss of relief, the temperature feeling nice on his sweat covered skin.*She returned and asked his permission to wash his hair , with shampoo  he didn’t  recognize form her world but that looked nice 

Legend slowly looked up, a small groan leaving him as he considered the offer. Admittedly, washing his hair sounded heavenly right now. He was far too exhausted and achy to do it himself. So, against his better judgement, he softly agreed, closing his eyes and waiting for her to begin.she started scrubbing his longer hair doing her best not to tug but to make sure she got the knots she did that twice to get all the grime out. He  sat there, allowing her to work through the knots and dirt in his hair. It was obvious that she was being careful and gentle with her work. He let out a small hum of pleasure as she managed to brush out a hard to reach knot, his eyes fluttering open as he let himself relax into her hands. She had introduced him to the idea of conditioner not to long ago he recognized the smell as she massaged it into his hair, it  took a moment for him to register the familiar scent of the conditioner. But once he did, he let out another hum, his eyes closing again as he leaned further into her hands. He didn’t say anything, but it was obvious by his body language that he was silently telling her that it felt good. Her not aware of the bunny situation it was a little odd that he thumbed his leg like he was a bunny when he was enjoying it 

He leaned all the way into her hands now, the hums he was letting out sounding almost reminiscent of purring. It was pretty clear that he was enjoying his hair being massaged by her. He even started to very slightly kick his foot, almost as if he was a cat that was being petted.she noticed and gave a small chuckle unknown to his embarrassment, she patted his neck and offered him a washcloth signaling he could wash his body, but if he wanted she could too At first, he was embarrassed by her laugh at his actions. He was a Hero, he wasn’t supposed to be acting like some sort of cat. But the embarrassment vanished when he heard her offer. He hesitated again, but he gave a small nod, mumbling a quiet, “please..” She tapped his neck so he would turn it 

He nodded quietly and did as he was asked, tilting his neck to the side so she could continue. He closed his eyes and sighed as he waited for her to begin cleaning his body. she scrubbed  and  the washcloth instantly dirty , so rinsed and did his other side of the neck , rising to again , with the hand that wasn’t busy she was massaging the washed neck 

He let out a soft sigh again as the warm water and cloth worked across his skin. It was soothing, especially being so exhausted and achy still. His body relaxed into her light massage, leaning into her hand as she massaged his neck. She moved to the shoulders massaging while she worked He let out a small moan as she worked at the tight and strained muscles in his shoulders. They were practically boulders, but he honestly likes how her massaging them sent a small tingle down his spine. 

She found a knot in his shoulder and put down the cloth and went at it. 

He let out the moan again as she managed to get the knot out of one of his shoulders. He nearly went boneless as it was slowly worked out, his head dropping and his eyes half lidding in pleasure. she told him he could sleep if he wished  she wouldn’t hurt him when he was this vulnerable  He wanted to argue, he wanted to stay awake. But the way that she was massaging the tight muscles of his shoulders, it was really working to get him to relax and feel sleepy. Especially with the fact that he was still sick and sleep deprived. But he really didn’t want to give in to the sleepiness. So, he shook his head a bit to try and wake himself up more. 

she hummed, finding no more knots in the shoulders she moved to his arms He shifted a bit in the water as she began to work at his arms. Although, this time it was probably because her hands on his arms were making him shiver slightly, even though they were warm, and the water was warm. His head drooped forwards a bit more, a small groan escaping him again. getting all the knots  once more , she lightly kissed one scar she knew he didn’t practically like.

He froze for a moment as she kissed one of his arms, his breath catching in his throat for a moment. He was surprised that she was acting so gentle with him at the moment, it was almost hard to believe. Although, when she kissed his arm, all he could really pay attention to was the spot her lips touched, a warm feeling spreading across it. He let out a very very soft whine. she kissed all the scars she knew he hated on that arm, and did the same to the other wash, kiss repeat.

He kept letting out soft small sounds as she kissed each and every single one of his visible scars. It was hard for him to keep from shuddering every time her lips touched his skin, the feeling of her lips sending tingles up and down his arms. After a while, he found that the noises he was letting out were starting to sound more and more like small moans of pleasure. she gave him a smile and very gently kissed his cheek He felt his face start to flush and grow hot in embarrassment as she kissed his cheek. This time he shivered, his breath catching in his throat once again. The hero felt incredibly overwhelmed at the moment, but he also felt too tired to object to what she was doing. So, he simply let out a small whimper and turned his head to try and hide his embarrassment. she gave more smiles and ribbed his cheeks and asked him how he wanted his legs washed , him or her He let out another small whimper as she started to rub his cheeks. By now, his face was absolutely red as he tried to avoid her gaze. He was silent for a while, trying to form the words to answer her. But, after a few moments, he finally spoke.

“Y-you..”

He mumbled softly, the word leaving him before he had time for his mind to object. she had turned him so one of his sides was on the river bank, not looking to the best of her ability , she washed and massaged the first leg He let out another soft moan as she went to wash his legs now, his body relaxing against the river bank. He kept his eyes closed as he tried to focus on staying awake. But, as the warm water and her hands continued to work on his legs, that task was becoming increasingly harder. and as she finished her first leg , she kissed one of his larger scars, filling to his other side and did the same thing there , removing all tension in his legs, still kissing every scar she found He tried to keep his breath calm as she began to massage his second leg, but the constant presence of her hands on his skin was making it incredibly difficult. The fact that she was continuing to kiss his scars only added to that. By now, a soft stream of whimpering breaths and moans were leaving him with each kiss, his legs shifting slightly in the water.*she let him face away for, her gain putting his legs down she moved to his back*He was blushing and breathing heavily by now, his skin flushed from the constant attention to his scars. As she moved to his back, he couldn’t even try to hide the pleased hums and moans that he was letting out. His back was a sore spot, and her hands on his skin felt heavenly. 

she washed and massaged still kissing every scar she found , with care and attention to every fine detail

His breath kept getting more and more unsteady as she continued to work her way across his scarred back. He couldn’t help but let out louder and louder moans, his body becoming like puddy in her hands as she massaged the tense muscles. Her lips against his skin were sending small jolts of electricity up his spine. She let him soak for a moment as she went to get him clothes , he heard him lets out murmurs to himself 

He let out a soft whine as she left, his eyes flickering open lazily. He felt extremely relaxed, his body feeling as if it had gone boneless. But, when he heard himself murmur a protest against her leaving him, he quickly snapped his mouth shut, realizing that he didn’t mean to voice his disappointment out loud.

she returned clothes  in hand she  put the to the side and returned to his head He turned his head back to look up at her when he heard her return. His eyes were still half lids, tiredness and sickness and the attention she had been giving him slowly making him feel even more dizzy and tired. He wasn’t even really paying attention as she moved to his head, just letting out a quiet hum as she began messing with his hair again. she rinsed the conditioner out and massaged his scalp he  practically purred as he felt her begin to rub and massage his scalp, the feeling sending even more tingles down his spine and sending an even stronger dizzying feeling to overpower the exhaustion. His eyes had slowly fluttered closed again, his head tilting back into her hands as he let out a satisfied hum of pleasure. She  risned  out All the soaps she had put on him , she offered him support getting out , keeping her head turned as she did

He took her aid in getting out, leaning on her heavily as he shakily stood up. He wasn’t even really paying attention as she kept her head turned away. He was too focused on staying on his feet and not giving in to the dizziness that was trying to overpower him. she gave him every clothing item he wore to bed  only fulling facing him when his bottom half was clothed. 

He was just trying to focus on getting dressed, feeling far too tired and dizzy to focus on much else. He didn’t even notice that she was intentionally averting her eyes as he slowly clothes himself. By the time he was dressed, he slowly staggered backwards and sat down on the river bank again, a small groan leaving him as more exhaustion crept over his mind.she was made aware he was goons faint any second and had him  leaned his back towards her chest as she stared to brush his hair He let out a small whine as she helped him lean backwards against her, his head falling back against her chest. He was too tired to fight back against her, so he just let out another small hum and closed his eyes, slowly succumbing to the exhaustion and falling further into her hold. His head was starting to loll to the side as she began to brush his hair, exhaustion fully starting to cloud his mind she brushed his hair and lotined him up , putting creams in his hair , then tying his hair up He leaned back against her, letting himself fall further and further into the exhaustion that was taking over his senses. He mumbled incoherent mumblings as she put his hair up, the feeling of her doing these things almost lulling him to sleep. By the time she was done, he let out a small whine and buried his head into her shoulder, breathing slowly evening out into a slow sleepy rhythm.

with a tad of embarrassment she lifted him up and took him back to camp the supplies she used carried in her other hand He mumbled nonsense and leaned himself further into her hold as she picked him up, completely succumbing to the exhaustion as he allowed himself to collapse against her body. He was completely out of it at this point, his consciousness slowly slipping into sleep as she carried him back to camp.

she laid him back on to her bed roll gently covering him up and letting him sleep , she noticed one of the others waking up He mumbled something unintelligible as she laid him back down, burrowing himself further beneath the bed roll with the last of his strength. His eyes were half open for a moment as she laid down beside him, but they soon fluttered shut again as he continued slipping into the sleep he desperately needed.warriors sat up since he smelled something like flowers and her wondered why not really caring why legend  wasn’t in his own roll 

Warriors sat up in his bed roll and sniffed the air for a moment, trying to figure out what was off about the scent that was around in the air. It was probably the smell of the lotions and creams, the scent of which was clung to legend . He looked across the camp for a moment as he sat up, his eyes catching of where legend was currently asleep in a separate bedroll from his own.

“He got sick in the night just cleaned him up a bit  , he’s gotta a fever going which isn’t a good thing gotta see if he sleeps it off” Warriors got up and started walking over, taking note of where legend  was feeling a bit warmer than usual. He could tell he had a fever by just touching his forehead and looking at his flushed and warm skin. With a sigh, Warriors gently sat down beside him and reached up to start to brush a few strands of loose hair from out of his face.” You can go back to sleep , I’m just making sure your alright” Warriors hummed as he kept himself sat beside legend , slowly running his hand through his hair as he watched him. He gave a small nod in response to her and kept his focus mostly on keeping his hand in the Hero’s hair as a small  comfort for him.

Warrior’s slowly started to drift off sitting where he was, slowly leaning back against the ground.  His hand was still slowly running through the Hero’s hair, the motion helping to keep him still somewhat conscious as he slowly began dozing off himself.

“its just a chain of sleepy boys not hero’s”  she said to herself, with a chuckle she put some blankets on him.

Warriors was very much falling asleep where he sat,  legend  was sound asleep despite the fever he was sporting. Luckily, they both looked quite comfortable at the very least, the Hero burrowing himself into the blankets given to him

The pile just kept growing , someone would wake up notice legend not in his roll and Join  next  to wars.  they just kept coming!, and every time she would cover them up with Blankets

 the group continuing to join the pile of sleeping boys. It definitely was a very unusual occurrence, especially considering the fact that almost every single one of them were supposed to be very serious and strong heroes. Yet, here they were, completely out like a light in a pile of blankets and limbs.

Eventually it reached time, and instead of seeing a grown man with a  level head you say a mischievous little  boy in him , and he did too join the pile of men

as he stumbled over to the rest of the sleeping boys. He didn’t even really say anything as he joined them, slowly falling into the pile with a yawn and closing his eyes to try and go back to sleep.

and it was just her left to sleep , staying true to her word , that she would hear the monsters before she could see them, she joined the pile leaning up towards legend , feeling him snuggle up to her, she leaves a kiss on his head, and she joins the sleeping world too

Once she had joined the pile with the rest of the sleepy boys, the whole group was practically cuddling with each other. Time was snuggled up on her left, with Warriors snuggly wrapped around her arm on her right. On the other side of Time, Wind was tangled around his feet, Legend’s head resting against her stomach. And on all sides of Wind, the rest of the heroes were either cuddling each other, or snuggled against her. It was a very comfortable and warm group of sleeping boys. Legend subconsciously muttered in his sleep as she kissed his head, snuggling closer to her out of instinct.

[tinybeetiny]

But I guess it was all just make-believe: S.M

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This took a lot longer to write than I thought it was going to. Thank you to the anon who gave me this idea! This is inspired by the song Love by Keyshia Cole

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You never thought your relationship with Mingi would turn out this way yet here you were staring at the Instagram in front of you. Every feature, every inch was a stark contrast to you. He still loved her, he never outright said but you could always tell. The way he would always bring her up whenever he got the chance irritated you to no end. You tried to express the way it hurt you to him but he would always brush you off "Babe. I'm not with her anymore, I'm with YOU. You have nothing to worry about. I promise" but his words did nothing to ease the pain. It would be the littlest thing from the shows you watch to the way you hold his hand. “You know my ex liked daisies too” “Well my ex always watched this show with me” “My ex never made me watch scary movies”. At this point, you knew about his ex more than you wanted. You didn’t understand why. She cheated on him, ripped his heart, and walked away without a second thought. He was still so hopelessly in love with her and he used you as a way to distract himself, you were sure of it. No matter what you did he would always compare you, sometimes in subtle ways sometimes in very obvious ways. “Hey Min, look at this new skirt I bought” You walked into the living room giving a little spin “hm. Haeun used to wear skirts like that. I don’t think that style really looks good on you though.” he said looking you up and down. "Here ya go Min, I tried to make it how you like it" You say putting the plate of Dak Galbi in front of him. He looks up giving you a small smile "Thank you babe, it smells really good." When he takes a bite his twists into an unreadable expression "What's wrong? Is it not good?" You worriedly ask "Hmm I don't know. Haeun used to make it differently and it tasted a little better"

Your final straw was when you and Mingi were out with his friends. You opted to meet him there seeing as you got out of class a little later than expected. He had told you to just come in when you got there so you told the hostess the name the reservation was under and she walked you over. "yeah I love her how could I not? She's beautiful, thoughtful, amazing and she understands me like nobody else has. I thought she was happy so I don't understand why she would cheat on me like that." Mingi sighed as the boys rolled their eyes. They were never fond of Mingi's ex, not when they were dating and especially not after she ripped his heart out. You, oh they absolutley loved you. But the only issues was Mingi. "Oh come on guys. You know I'm still not over her" he whined seeing their expressions "Mingi, what about (y/n)? Ya know, your current girlfriend who hasn't done a single shitty thing to you?" Yeosang questions pointedly "I mean... she's nice but she's not Haeun. I keep waiting for her to text me saying she regrets it and wants to get back together." Mingi muttered looking down at his lap. The table went silent, nobody knew what to say until Yunho looked over and saw you standing at the end of the table. "Oh. Hey (y/n)" San chuckled nervously. Mingi whipped his head up so fast you were sure he gave himself whiplash "(y-y/n) I-" You shushed his stuttering not interested in what he had to say "I don't really know what to say honestly. I've done everything I could to meet your standards, to be good enough for you. But I'm not going to be some placeholder while you wait for someone else. Quite frankly I feel like she doesn't deserve you after everything she's done but if you want to be stupid, yes stupid, then I'm not gonna sit here and watch it" your voice strong and surprisingly no tears came. You smiled at the rest of the boys and walked out of the resturant without a single look back.

Mingi didn't know how he felt. 3 months had passed since you left and his ex never messaged, she even blocked him on everything. He had to admit that he did in fact miss you, at first he didn't think he was going to. But the more time went on the more he missed your presence. He thought about texting you many times but Yunho told him you were better off. The little hope he had was crushed when he saw your most recent Instagram post. There you stood looking prettier than ever with a guy wrapped around you, the smile on your face was the brightest he had ever seen. Sadness crept into your heart but he couldn't help but feel happy that someone was showing you the love you deserved.

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It was an uncomfortable feeling. Your limbs felt a little too long and your muscles way too sore for never once setting foot in a gym.

After the initial morning grogginess faded and your vision cleared it didn’t take you too long to put two and two together, even though the conclusion you came to made you sick to your stomach.

You had a soulmate. You had a soulmate. It still didn’t seem quite right. No way it could be right.

After fucking around on whoever’s phone was sitting on the bedside table for a bit you clambored out of bed, immediately falling onto the cold wooden floor. When you finally managed to stand up you found yourself towering over the rest of the room.

You didn’t quite have a game plan, you didn’t even know who you were. A great start would presumably be attending breakfast with the pretty men on the phone and act like everything was normal until you can contact your friends. Easy enough.

Wrong.

You knew you were in over your head when you stepped out into the home and were met by an apartment that oozed luxury, or at least whatever a broke college student could consider to be a luxury. You were out of your element and no amount of studying could've prepared you for this.

As you make your way towards the kitchen your eyes meet those belonging to a pretty male sitting at the counter. He was adorning a hoodie that was pulled over his long hair as he gave you a smile and opened up his mouth to show you his chewed up breakfast. How charming.

“Good morning,” you greet, the voice exiting your lips startling you. The greeting felt too empty so you awkwardly reach out to pinch his cheek, hoping it came off as affectionate and normal but his expression tells you otherwise. You immediately retract your hand and make your way to the other male in the kitchen.

“Damn Binnie, you must be nervous for your show tonight,” the other one chuckles, “You’re being extra nice?”

Binnie? Show?

He hands you a plate of the promised waffles and as you pick up the fork is when you first see your reflection in the metal, it hadn’t occurred to you to do that just yet. It was rather jarring.

“Uhm, where’s the bathroom?” you ask, setting down the plate with crazed eyes.

“Down the hall…like always,” the waffle man says, giving you a quizzical look as you run off.

As you step inside said bathroom you are immediately greeted by a six foot tall man who looked oddly familiar. You gently touched your face, or well your soulmate’s face, and tried not to rip his hair out as you paced the bathroom.

You had no clue what you were supposed to do, they never taught you what happens after you switch bodies with your soulmate in school. And there was no way you could outright tell the two guys sitting in the kitchen who were probably already growing suspicious of you. Fuck, just your luck.

You decided to leave the bathroom and make a beeline for the room you woke up in. And god bless Taehyun for forcing you to memorize his number in case of an emergency because that was your only lifeline at this point.

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୨୧✧ — synopsis; in a universe where you and your soulmate swap bodies on your twenty-first birthday and every birthday after that. world renowned soloist soobin is set to have a concert on the day of your guys’ shared birthday, a firm believer he doesn’t have a soulmate and wants nothing to do with them. you, a college student who hasn’t listened to a single one of his songs, swap bodies with him on the day of your final exam and his big concert. you’re now under the public eye for ruining his career and soobin has to deal with your wrath since he failed your exams. he must also process the fact that he does in fact have a soulmate, one he couldn’t care less about.

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[bobbydagen24]

I'm sorry but Honestly I think Band Together was the worst in Terms of Poppy's Development and overall character.

the fandom acts like she's Grown from the past two movies and shows it in this film when she Honestly doesn't when you Really think about it imo.

her big arc in World Tour was learning to listen to other people and how they feel yet at the start of TBT she's trying to encourage Branch to open up to her about his negative feelings

only to then ignore and downplay his feelings when his Brothers turn up again instead instantly taking their sides and trying to Defend them and then doesn't Respect Branch's feelings and manipulates him into reconnecting with them

which later Results in him getting emotionally Hurt again arguably worse than before since this time the Brothers were legit cruel and spiteful towards him.

all of which could be fine ya know its a character arc I Guess except Poppy never admits to being wrong about her narrow point of view she never apologises for her disregard of Branch's feelings

and in the end she doesn't learn a lesson and instead Branch comes around to her way of thinking by accepting his family back no questions asked

and no Doubt will continue to let them mistreat him whenever they feel like it because he's well and truly had his sense of self respect beaten out of him over the course of the film.

people act like her going after him following the argument and reassuring him she won't leave him shows her Growth when yeah its a nice scene but frankly its also her own fault

she literally caused him to get hurt again by pressuring him to give his Brothers another chance when she knew nothing about them and Branch wanted to maintain a healthy emotional distance so he didn't get hurt again because he knew they were unreliable.

so Poppy really is just fixing the Damage she herself played a part in causing in that scene and as I said she never actually admits to being wrong in how she went about things

nor does she apologise instead the movie acts like Branch needs to come around to her way of thinking so Poppy gets validated in the end even tho the move does everything in its power to show she was wrong in her views on family.

its just a muddled message tbh like world tour at least had characters outright call her out on her behaviour as being wrong TBT never did that.

so this Honestly is the worst version of Poppy imo as she behaves badly throughout the film and never gets called out on it or learns anything from it.

she was probably best in the first film because her behaviours and actions were mostly understandable

and she didn't only support Branch after playing a major Role in causing him great emotional pain due to ignoring his feelings.

she was legit more supportive in the first movie at least following that whole Bunker stunt she did early on but that was still kinda understandable logic wise.

[liquidstar]

chat i'm once again thinking abt how much i love the development of the emilia/subaru relationship. i just think they way they communicate with each other is so good.

both of them WANT to be together, they make that very clear. however their respective circumstances and traumas make that difficult at the moment, so they're kind of just hanging out. but everything is out in the open! they both know they like each other and wanna be together, but they're making the active choice to not act on it yet. given how fucked up they both are in the head... this is, like, remarkably healthy (and shows a lot of subaru's growth after feeling entitled! and emilia's growth in opening herself up to the idea that she could be loved!)

subaru constantly dotes on emilia, and its something she enjoys and feels comfort with. she feels like something is wrong when he doesnt (like in arc 6 w his amnesia). he tells her all the time that he loves her, expecting nothing back. shes not ready to commit to an "i love you," yet, but she's thankful to hear it, and she still wants to say it back someday. she outright says she can't marry anyone else because she's already chosen him! even if theyre not in a relationship, its like they're preparing for the day when they can be. they still both understand. and subaru is so patient with her about this now, he doesn't feel insecure about whether she likes him or not either. he knows! they both agreed to wait. they both know they're not fit for a real relationship but they're still committed to each other in this Just Hanging Out phase.

and from a writing standpoint i think this is GREAT because they can be a slow burn... and have open and honest communication about all their feelings for each other? thats so rare! literally no one is doing it like them. and i think their eventual relationship will have more payoff with less will they/won't they about the whole thing for it, imo. because 99% of the time w these kinds of stories, you know they will anyway, but what's cool here is that THEY also know they will.

i just think what they have going on is really cool and i love how it shows their growth. yes, its okay if theyre not "really" a fully romantic couple, that's too much for right now. but they can still be together in whatever way works for them, and slowly work their way into whatever comes next. they ARE working towards some kind of future together, but they're taking their time, testing the waters, and not settling into any specific roles just yet. just going with the flow, seeing how things turn out (especially w how hectic their lives are lol), but still undoubtedly loving each other (in emilia's case, even if she's not ready to commit to romantic love, you can't deny she loves subaru in a platonic way, or somewhere in-between).

its cool! its a cool dynamic that you dont get very often! but its also a very real one to me, they really feel like two troubled people just taking their time to figure stuff out with each other. not jumping into anything, but also preparing to eventually, and really communicating to make it work! that theyre both comfortable with how the other feels about them too, and easily settle into this nice peaceful dynamic they have in the meantime. theres no rush! they trust each other, and theyll get there.

[one-and-a-half-yikes]

Im gonna be honest i think we need to understand how oswald's and fanny's relationship REALLY was, because its clear that they both describe it with still personal very very strong feelings and they do run head first into that Unreliable narrator territory often enough to make me belive theres something big missing a invisible elephant in the room if you will

Fanny says oswald betrayed her

While oswald says she was extremly toxic and wants her away (yet he still pulled all that shit at the dance like bro she was litellary just having fun at an even that you just so happened to be at Then you walked up to her asked her for a dance and acted like she was the devil and started accusing her)

And while both these things could be true in sense we need to know HOW, how was fanny toxic? How did oswald betray her? We have a silloute of a picture but not the frame or the pieces

Also I do seriously wonder how was fanny toxic to oswald? It all was very very long ago and while fanny's personality could be mirroring her now but She didnt have all the experience she has now she had to be diffrent from how she's now

(Also I truly belive oswald definitley fucked up in some way too and we don't know it yet like she had multiple boyfriends but oswald stucks out and not only that but even the thought of him angers her, it could be because if we look at the timeline he could be her first boyfriend or alternativley her ticked out of bad home life like you said but I do think there has to be more to it especialy since again we don't know that much about how he was all that time ago...but we do know fanny likes to ignore neon red flags)

Sorry for the long ask oh my i didnt mean to write it so long I hope you don't mind my mid analisis in your ask box but you did say you wanna talk more about fanny so

ヾ (‘∀ `*)

Honestly I don't mind people hitting my askbox up with analyses or their own takes on certain parts of IM I live for this and I WOULD like to interact with the Inky Mystery fandom more on tumblr cause most of the time I'm hanging out with everyone on discord, but it's nice to talk on here too lol

I'm gonna guess you're asking for my opinion on this?

I don't know if I would describe them as both being unreliable narrators, because from my knowledge Oswald has never divulged to anyone about his relationship with Fanny so we don't really know what his whole perspective on the matter actually is. We don't know if he thinks he was innocent throughout the relationship or if he acknowledges that they were both toxic and bad for each other. What we know is that Oswald was the one who dumped Fanny not the other way around and that means something to me at least.

Fanny on the other hand...I would definitely call her an unreliable narrator when this is how she's describing the breakup:

If you were to only hear from Fanny's side of things you could be convinced that Oz was having an affair with Ortensia on the side during his relationship with Fanny. But this isn't the case, and there's nothing from Fanny's side to provide evidence that this was the case. Not to mention that she's implying that Ortensia seduced Oz into breaking up with her so she could replace her. Calling her an unreliable narrator here doesn't even cut it she's just outright lying about two people who haven't really done her wrong.

But this isn't the first time either. In another chapter she makes a bunch of accusations against Oswald again.

Accusations, that again, are not proven to be true. We got Oswald's perspective during the Far Far West arc and anything pertaining to Fanny never came up. He never talked to anyone about it. He never talked to Cuphead about it. Hell, he didn't even talk to Cuphead at the group date either.

We've only had Oswald make one real accusation against Fanny from when they were together and it was in response to an accusation that Fanny made about him. We have no idea whether Oz is telling the truth or not, but I also have no reason to see why he'd lie. I don't think Fanny is lying to cover up anything, I think she's so bitter about the break up it doesn't occur to her that Oz breaking up with her wasn't to spite her or anything. Yes it hurt and it sucks the way her life turned out after the break, but that's not Oz's fault. He's not responsible for that.

All in all, I think it's good to have an open mind about their relationship, but we also have to look at the facts and the facts show that it's not on equal ground. One person is spreading rumors or fabrications and the other hasn't said a word about the situation to anyone.

Hell, even at the group date situation, Oz approached Fanny to call her out on her behavior but he could have just as easily gone straight to Cuphead and warned him about Fanny and her past. Oswald keeps what happened between them to himself and those he knows best. Fanny has openly talked shit about both Ortensia and Ozzy in front of other people casually without consideration for privacy.

The whole thing regarding why Oswald angers her so much whenever she thinks about him. I have ideas, and I feel like I'm right on the money but I want to wait and see before making a big meta post about their relationship. M shared something juicy on the discord and I am very excited when we get to see it!!!

Also THANK YOU for the ask!! This was nice I'm glad I got to gush about these two some more because I often don't lol

[thedeathlysallows]

Is It Over Now? (4)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Aemma Velaryon; Aegon Targaryen x Aemma Velaryon

Summary: At least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight

Warnings: canon typical Targaryen incest.

Here is the masterlist containing all the other drabbles in the series!

Happy Christmas Eve everyone! I'm not sure if I'll get to post tomorrow, so please enjoy this, and have a wonderful time over the next couple of days!

Whispers travel through the Keep at an alarming rate. Servants and knights alike gossip with one another about the princess disappearing into Prince Aegon's chambers for hours, only coming out once Princess Rhaneyra threatened to send Prince Daemon after her.

Aemond doesn't believe the whispers.

Why should he?

Aemma, his Aemma, would never debase herself with a man such as Aegon.

No, the servants are wrong. They have to be wrong. Perhaps some of the servant girls Aemond fucked finally realized exactly what he was doing, and their jealousy overtook them, leading them to lie about what they saw. Or maybe it's not a lie and simply a case of mistaken identity. Perhaps Aegon is doing the same as Aemond and his whore of the day just happened to bear a striking resemblance to their niece.

Yes, that's it. That's exactly what happened.

And yet...

Aemond finds himself outside Aegon's chambers, as if his subconscious carried him all the way here. He allows the guards to open the doors and announce his presence. He waits. Patiently. Desperately.

"Servants have been whispering," Aemond announces unceremoniously. He takes in the way his brother lounges in bed, skin flushed and a dazed smile on his face. Aegon reeks of wine and sex.

"Servants always whisper," Aegon counters. He's altogether too unbothered by anything Aemond could say or do, the afterglow of a good fuck still rendering his mind hazy.

Aemond decides to be outright. "Did you fuck Aemma?"

"And if I did?" Aegon stands slowly, wrapping the bedsheet around his waist. It's more for his prudish brother's sake than his own. "Tell me what you would do, brother. Keep in mind, I know your dirty little servant girl secret, and it's not above me to let it be known to our sweet little Aemma."

"You'll find it difficult to speak without a tongue."

Aegon smirks. "You would never."

He's right. Aemond would never; however, the threat still feels nice rolling from his tongue.

"Does it burn you up inside, brother?" Aegon tilts his head to the side. "Does it just make that cold heart of yours shrivel even more to know Aemma came to my bed willingly? She's always been meant to be mine-"

"No!" Aemond steps forward, but stops himself from moving further. Aegon is simply trying to goad him, and Aemond can't give him the satisfaction of it working. "You lie. Just like the rest of the Keep."

"Do I?" He gestures to his bed where a small splotch of red colors the sheet still over his mattress. When Aemond says nothing, Aegon claps him on the shoulder. "I'll see you in the throne room, brother."

The throne room.

Aemond almost forgot.

Vaemond Velaryon and his suit to inherit Driftmark is to be brought before the King. Yet another reason for your appearance in King's Landing.

He leaves as soon as the thought strikes him and heads to the throne room. Most of the Lords and Ladies are gathered already, his family included. He takes his place with them and waits. Aegon slinks in not long after, standing between Aemond and Helaena.

When you enter the room, trailing behind your mother like a good little heir to the throne, Aemond's eye is on you instantly. He searches up and down your body, scanning for any hint that Aegon was indeed telling the truth, but he sees nothing. You stand with your shoulders back and head high as you listen to Vaemond's unhinged speech. Aemond hears little of it. He's too focused on you, all but begging you to look at him. When you finally do look over the breath leaves his chest. Your gaze is sharp but softens into comfortable familiarity as you look at him.

I love you, he wants to say.

"Speak plainly," King Viserys snaps, pulling Aemond's attention back to the matter at hand.

Vaemond bares his teeth. "Her sons are bastards."

"I'll have your tongue!" Viserys makes to get off the throne, but Daemon is quicker. Dark Sister arches through the air and frees Vaemond's head from his neck.

Your uncle turned step father smirks. "He can keep it."

Aemond watches your reaction carefully, taking in the way you turn ever so slightly towards your mother. Your face goes deathly pale as you clutch your stomach. You've clearly no appetite for violence still.

"Aemma," Aemond says in a reverent whisper. The sound can't possibly reach you, but your eyes seek him out once more, and he can't help but step towards you.

"Aemond," Alicent snaps.

And just like that you look away, your own mother pulling you close and whispering something to you when she notices Aemond's staring.

Aegon leans over, dropping his voice so low that only Aemond can hear it. "Someone informed our dear sister of your escapades with pretty light haired serving girls that bear a shocking resemblance to her precious daughter."

"You're using a lot of words to say you told her."

"I didn't." Aegon's expression is grave. "I would make a spectacle out of it. You know that. Mother believes she has spies in the Keep."

Aemond takes his brother's words in stride.

"I advise you be more discreet," Aegon continues after a pause. "It's not a good look to lust after your brother's wife. Though if you can manage to not make me look like a joke I might let you have a taste after I put a babe in her belly."

It takes everything in Aemond not to reach over and strangle his brother. He's had enough of Aegon's lies. He didn't bed Aemma, he just wants to torture Aemond.

"She doesn't deserve a man like you," Aemond says simply.

"We shall see, brother."

[goggles-mcgee]

Ashes of Rage: Act 1 - (Heart)Breaking News

Chapter 6 of the story for @miner249er

A03 Beginnning Last Chapter

Summary: It was supposed to be a nice day, a nice picnic, a nice distraction...but it didn't happen like that and Rose didn't know how to process it.

Notes: Hope you enjoy the read! Also, sorry for the late update but my job, idk if I told y'all, I got a new job! I work for my state's child support services division and can't really work on personal things while in the office so this did take some time.

Also like small disclosure, I did do research but I in no way think what I got was 100% so take the actions of the police with a grain of salt. ^u^

(Heart)Breaking News:

Confused. Betrayed. Angry. These were all words that described how Rose had been feeling lately and yet she pushed herself to attend the class picnic with Juleka. It hardly even compared to past picnics they had had in the past. The usual soft, pillow-y blanket was replaced by a blanket so thin that the still present morning dew that draped over the prickly blades of grass stabbed through the fabric easily and brought a chill to her legs and an itchiness that seemed never ending. It was irritating but Rose didn’t want to say anything and make Kim feel bad since he was the one to bring said blanket. Plus it would have most likely broken the tentative good mood everyone was in. She was doing her best to stay the happy-go-lucky Rose that everyone expected her to be but it was getting harder and harder to do so as the days went by. Even her appetite had been affected by her mood, she just simply wasn’t hungry which made her want to cry. She tried her best to eat because when she was sick she hadn’t gotten to eat a lot of food like she was able to do now but looking around at the food that laid on the blanket there just wasn’t anything that looked nor sounded good. 

The food from her memories of past picnics danced around her thoughts and mocked her. The food from those times had been homemade and filled her with such warmth and joy even if something hadn’t been the best tasting. But today everything was store bought, not that there was anything wrong with that! There was just something about everyone bringing something homemade to past picnics that made this one feel lacking. Rose simply couldn’t help the way her stomach clenched and mouth watered remembering the food from the past but it would quickly die when she remembered that was when Marinette had been part of the group. She always encouraged everyone to bring something homemade without even outright asking for it. It was like knowing that she herself would make something for the picnic and not just ask her parents to give her something, motivated everyone else to do the same. And the smile she had given to everyone when she saw what they brought seemed to make the sun shine brighter those days. Then things changed abruptly and Rose had questioned whether those smiles were real or an illusion as Lila had mused aloud about. It scared her to think someone could be so manipulative. Her views changed once more when she watched Nadja’s broadcast.

��The speculation that Marinette had…that she had died that night…hit particularly hard. All Rose could think about was every instance that the pig-tailed girl had been there for her and the rest of the class. She thought of all the laughs they shared and even tears. Marinette was always there and hearing the news was like a slap to the face. How could Rose ever think that Marinette was anything but genuine? How could the class think that? But then that would mean Lila had lied or just severely misunderstood something and everyone just believed it and turned on their friend. Rose couldn’t even remember the last thing she had ever said to Marinette but it was more than likely nothing nice since she had believed the girl to be a bully. That thought made her appetite really disappear and her stomach clench. She was sure everyone else was thinking similar things so really it would be cruel to expect homemade food at a time like this. The weather that had once been predicted to be sunny and cloud free was still sunny but a biting wind had plagued the day every now and then. So things looked well and good but it hid small disappointments all throughout.

 It reminded Rose of those true crime documentaries that Juleka loved to binge. The families tended to have a pattern in the one's she watched, where on the outside they seemed like the perfect family with the perfect life but behind closed doors they were anything but. It reminded her of the situation the class was in. Except most had well and truly believed in the perfection others perceived them to have. It would have been extremely ignorant of Rose to say she didn't notice how the rest of the school looked at her class in envy, because she did and she tried her best not to show how pleased that made her. She never wanted to come across as entitled or anything of the like, she knew their situation had been a rare one. Where everyone in class got along, with the exception of Chloe and Sabrina in the beginning, and their teacher was nice and kind. They had the picture perfect class. 

Until they didn’t. 

Oh they still acted like it was, Rose was mature enough to admit that, because everyone wanted that envy and that admiration their class was accustomed to. She recalled how Lila wanted to warn the other students in different classes about Marinette’s ‘true’ self but somehow Alya and Max had talked her out of it. She knew Lila hadn’t been happy about that so the girl group decided to take her out for lunch as what could only be described as a bribe the more Rose thought about it. It made her throat dry in guilt and shame. She hastily grabbed her cup of lemonade and took a big drink and nearly choked at the speed she did so. She managed to refrain from coughing and hoped no one noticed her little slip up. Thankfully it seemed like no one had so she took the time to look over at her friends. Alya and Nino were setting up her tablet as the police were going to be giving a statement on everything, Max and Alix were playing some kind of switch game together with Markov giving advice. Mylène, Ivan and Sabrina were snacking on the food and talking about something. Kim was laid out next to the blanket staring at his phone, and Juleka was listening to music in one ear.

It was then that Rose remembered she was also listening to music and it was like the realization broke the dam on her hearing and everything came alive around her. She did her best not to wince at the guitar solo that started off in a high pitch since she didn’t want Juleka to think she didn’t like the song. She did her best to be as nonchalant as possible as she took the earphone she had in out, she was more of a headphone person since earphones tended to hurt the inside of her ears if she wore them too long. Juleka knew that which is why she didn’t look upset when she noticed Rose taking out the earphone. “How’s your ear? The song wasn’t that long was it?” 

“Don’t worry Jules, the song was great. I’m just a little thirsty. I finished my lemonade so fast…” Rose lied and was grateful that Juleka seemed to buy it. 

“That’s a quick fix.” Juleka mumbled with a small smile as she stood up and went to get Rose a refill of lemonade. Rose tried her best not to think of how Marinette would bring the customized cups she made for everyone to a picnic. They were paper cups that she printed designs on and bought each one in bulk. It always made Rose feel special when she would get her pink and purple kittens printed cup with her name in a beautiful cursive old font. Today’s cups were plastic with their names written on them in permanent marker. It was still cursive, Juleka had wonderful cursive and did her very best to make it look nice so Rose felt bad about the disappointment that swelled in her every time she saw the cups. She did her best to not let it show when Juleka turned with a smile to give her her drink. 

“Thank you.” 

“No problem.”

The lemonade Juleka got her was the perfect blend of sour and sweet and yet she couldn’t enjoy it. Even though it was her favorite lemonade, one that Alix made sure to bring because her friend knew it was her favorite. Rose wanted to cry. But she couldn’t, not now, she felt like she didn’t deserve to. All of them, everyone here was trying to be as normal as possible in the light of their revelations. No one said it out loud but Rose was sure that they all came to the realization that they had made a big mistake. More than a big mistake but none of them knew how to voice it nor accept it nor move past it. They were stuck in some messed up limbo. Marinette was…dead. There was no other reality, a person they had been good friends with then broke that friendship was dead. Rose didn’t know if they all felt like her though, like they didn’t deserve to cry over Marinette being gone because they weren’t friends with the girl when she died. It was depressing. 

Worst of all no one could get a hold of Lila. Maybe she felt bad for the misunderstanding that drove the class, minus Nathaniel and Chloe, away from Marinette. Lila was so kind and thoughtful that Rose had no doubt that the girl was probably drowning herself in some kind of misplaced guilt and Rose’s heart broke more at the image her mind conjured of an alone Lila crying nonstop and apologizing to a photo of Marinette. Though, thinking of it, Lila probably only had a photo of their latest class picture that had Marinette in it. The thought was sad all the same and Rose wished once more that the class had been able to get ahold of Lila. She felt like the girl could have used a picnic like today to unwind and see how everyone supported her and were there for her. Even if the picnic felt off to Rose, maybe it would have been the thing that helped Lila feel better and come back to school. 

“What seems to be the matter Kim?” Max’s question got Rose and almost everyone’s attention. It was then that Rose realized just how quiet the usually boisterous boy had been all day. It made her somehow feel worse. 

Kim sighed loudly and rolled onto his back, “Ondine hasn’t been answering my texts, calls, ChatSnaps, Rapidgrams, basically anything and everything that I thought I could use to try and talk to her. She’s been mad for a while now and I don’t know why.” 

“Did you guys fight recently?” Rose asked. 

A sigh once again. “That seems to be the only time we talked but that was like two months ago! She said she wanted a break and wanted, no needed, time away from me.” 

“...Well, if she said she needs time, Kim. then…” Nino awkwardly pointed out. 

“But how much time? It’s been ages!” Kim whined and while a part of Rose felt sorry for him, another part felt for Ondine. Maybe it was like some weird female sense or something but Rose understood that when a girl says she needs time, she needs more than a few days. Kim had always been impatient but he clearly needed his friends’ comfort. 

“Well,” Juleka hedged, “how bad was the fight?” 

By the wince Kim gave, it was bad and all the girls in the group looked at each other. It seemed like they all came to a consensus because they all gave Kim sad looks. “Did you maybe misunderstand her? Did she really say she wanted a break or did she say you guys were broken up?” Alya asked carefully. 

“No! I mean, I don’t think she really meant broken up. I know we have been fighting and everything but Ondine and I always make up.” Even though he said that, Kim didn’t look too sure. 

“What were you guys fighting about anyways?” Alix asked lazily from where she laid out across the blanket. Rose wished the skater had been looking at her because she would have at least seen Rose’s glare to pipe down. She had done her absolute best not to ruin the peace, even when she hadn’t been paying all that much attention, then Alix went and ruined it! 

Wait. 

No.

No. Rose couldn’t think like that. They were all in this together so they had to stick together. She sent a silent apology towards Alix for her somewhat unkind thoughts. It did truly feel like they were only in this weird situation together. Rose had kind of thought that they would be getting some sympathy from the other classes or at the very least, Mme Mendeleiev’s seeing as Kim and Ondine were dating. Plus Marc was in that class and Nathaniel and him were friends, but that class had been sending them looks… Rose didn’t know why and she hoped it had nothing to do with Kim and Ondine’s fight, but a part of her felt like that had nothing to do with it. The rest of the school also sent them looks, but there were also the constant whispers that went on around them and were more than likely about them, but no one had come up to them to say anything. It felt like everyone was mad at them, but Rose couldn’t understand why. Though she knew it would come to a head one day, she dreaded that. 

“We were just fighting about-” Kim had started but abruptly stopped before Alya and Nino shushed him and waved everyone towards them. The volume of Alya’s tablet increased dramatically so they could all hear presumably the police statement that the reporter had been impatiently waiting for. They didn’t get to hear the introduction but that was fine, Alya had probably started screen-recording already. They all tried to catch a view of the live broadcast on the screen, it seemed like they were filming in front of City Hall. 

“...Before we get into the details we would like to warn that the details and evidence we bring forth is not for the faint-hearted. As everyone knows we have been investigating the destruction of the Agreste Mansion, and whether it was a planned attack or an akuma. We have ruled out the involvement of an akuma, but it was also not a planned attack.” Everyone could hear the deep breath the officer took. “Again, it was not a planned attack. We don’t know exactly what happened but with evidence we have gathered, we can make a pretty good guess.”

“We were working under the assumption that this was an attack on the Agreste family and thus were doing everything we possibly could to bring them justice. During our investigation, we happened upon the security cameras that had their footage backed up, thankfully. It was as we were reviewing the footage that we found…the disturbing truth. This will shock many and maybe many won’t believe us but we have provided some of the footage for this announcement and will be shared with the media.” Everyone waited with bated breaths. Rose felt like she had stopped breathing all together.

“Gabriel Agreste…Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth.” The officer stuttered out and by the roar of sound by all her friends and fellow park goers they hadn’t missed a word he said. 

“No…No he couldn’t…I know the dude was a dick and a half but there’s no way he was Hawkmoth.” Nino said in disbelief. 

“I know this is upsetting and … shocking but I promise you will get your proof afterward. Nathalie Sancoeur was his accomplice. She was Mayura.”

“I mean if Mister Agreste was Hawkmoth then that would kind of make sense.” Alix muttered. 

“And Adrien Agreste…”

“No. There’s no way my bro was involved! If that’s what he’s implying then we know it’s bogus!” Nino yelled out as he stood up and paced.

Rose silently agreed. There was no way Adrien could be involved, he was a shy boy but overall very nice. They never hung out one on one but he was always very kind to Rose and she had seen him try and talk some sense into Marinette in the beginning of the whole ‘Lila is a liar’ thing. She admired his determination to try and get Marinette to see reason and his unwavering faith in Lila. It was one of the many reasons why she thought they’d be a good couple. At least Lila could talk to Adrien and be around him without becoming a mess. She felt bad thinking that but it was the truth and it had been so frustrating that everyone of the girl group’s plan to make Adrienette happen crashed and burned because Marinette couldn’t do something. But Adrien always handled the situations with grace and a lot of patience so again, there was no way that Adrien knew or had anything to do with his father’s crimes. No way at all. 

“Adrien Agreste was Chat Noir. Before you cheer or sigh in relief, let me be frank. Chat Noir is now believed to have been a ruse to lure Ladybug into a false sense of security and give her trust to who she believed to be her partner.” 

The roar of denial and betrayal shook Rose and she couldn’t even be sure if she had joined in. It felt like she was in daze, in a haze, just completely adrift in what they were hearing. She both wanted to and didn’t want to listen anymore. She didn’t want to believe what she had heard but at the same time she felt a burning need to know everything.

“He lured her to the Agreste Mansion, it seems, in a false drop on Gabriel Agreste, who, as we said, was operating as Hawkmoth. The tables turned quickly and…” The officer’s eyes looked glossy but his face was red in what could only be, barely contained anger. “Ladybug’s earrings were taken. She was…she was struck by Chat Noir and taunted from the looks of it as we were not able to get audio from the security videos. Then…then something happened.”

He paused. “If any children are watching this I beg the parents to either turn it off or make sure the children do not hear.” 

For a city as noisy and chaotic as Paris tended to be, it seemed like everyone was quiet and holding their breath like Rose was. 

“What we believe happened, is that Ladybug, in a last ditch effort to save us all…sa-sacrificed herself in a way we can not explain. With a scream of rage the screen turned red and then nothing, but at the scene we found evidence of this sacrifice. A sizeable puddle of charred blood and pieces of burnt clothing. Furthermore, we now have an identification of Ladybug and it is with a reluctant and heavy heart that we share this with you all. But we have been given permission by her family to share.”

Rose tasted blood, she hadn’t even noticed she had been biting her lip in anticipation. 

“Ladybug was a child, a child who without hesitation protected us time and time again, up until her last moments. Her parents felt like it would disrespect everything he had done for us to not share her name. This girl was none other than our very own, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” 

Marinette…Dupain-Cheng.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG!

Rose missed probably the rest of the announcement but the ending…the ending had her snapping back to focus so fast that if mental whiplash was a thing, she knew she would have it. 

“..And it seems like Gabriel had more help than previously thought. One guaranteed individual we know of is a minor so we will not be giving her name. With that being said, if anyone has any information of the whereabouts of Giada Rossi and her daughter, please contact us. Thank you.”

Rose was…everything at once yet numb somehow. She didn’t know how to react or if she even should react. But it seemed like someone did as she heard angry footsteps approaching their group, they were purposeful so there was no mistaking where they were heading. Rose turned to see who it was, partially hoping it was Lila to tell them it was a misunderstanding and she had an explanation that would somehow magically fix everything, but no, it was Ondine. Ondine and Mireille and Aurore and what looked to be all of Mendeleiev’s class plus a couple others from other classes. Rose distantly watched as Kim scrambled to get up and run towards Ondine with a teary smile on his face but something was wrong. Wrong, wrong , wrong. 

The resounding slap that came next confirmed her thoughts and with the way it snapped her out of said thoughts, you would think she had been the one who had been slapped. 

Everyone was still. All they could do was stand and stare at the sight of Kim’s cheek turning red from the harsh slap he had received from Ondine. Then it was like a dam burst and everyone started shouting at one another, some were even getting into the faces of those who had just arrived. It was awful and scary and Rose hated every second of it. Rose would bet things would have turned physical if it weren’t for Markov being present, it was well known he recorded whenever he felt like Max was in trouble. It had caused some issues with the school. Rose had never been more grateful for Markov’s presence than that moment as it provided a distraction for Rose to grab Juleka’s hand and run away. It was cowardly perhaps, maybe she should have stayed and defended Kim. Maybe she should have been a silent support for those trying to get answers from an angry Ondine and the rest of those who arrived with her. Maybe she should have asked why they were mad. 

There were so many ‘maybes’ that it was overwhelming and that was a big part of why she ran. Rose simply was overwhelmed and her brain felt fried with all the information they heard from the conference and the events that followed. She needed a safe space to digest it all and calm down. Luckily for her, the Liberty was parked close by and it was somewhere she wholeheartedly considered a safe space, plus she thought it would help Juleka, who’s rapid heartbeat she could feel beneath her fingers wrapped around the goth girl’s wrist. She only stopped her run once they were aboard and then she was finally able to stop and breathe. She had just caught her breath when she heard footsteps and noticed Luka making his way towards them. 

She sighed in relief at the sight of him, knowing he could provide comfort to Juleka and herself. She smiled at him but that smile quickly fell once she saw the look on his face. Luka was a chill guy through and through so it was pretty rare to see him mad. The boy marched towards them with purpose and it startled Rose so much that she instinctively took a step back. Then the yelling started and Rose couldn’t handle everything anymore. She felt bad for just letting Luka yell at Juleka but she could feel herself zoning out as she tended to do when she heard fighting. 

It was an old coping mechanism of hers.

At first the yelling was all she heard, then it dulled to an unpleasant buzzing. 

She hated the buzzing.

But she hated the sound of yelling and fighting more.

Her last coherent thought before she drifted too far was, ‘ Why was this happening? ’

Next Chapter

[crossroadsnumber1doctor]

alright fuck it not the usual post but this needs to be addressed right now and I'm not about to pussy out even if I'm probably going to be attacked for it.

Now I personally haven't gotten any bad apples over here yet and I'm not going into the specifics but there has been a couple Anons attacking a certain friend of mine and this needs to stop real quick. I know I'm not popular, this likely won't get the reach it needs, but I don't care because atleast someone will see it. Unfortunately no CW tags for this one either because this needs to be seen.

I don't know who you are, of course I don't, but god. You don't just go telling people to off themselves when you don't even know them. Hell, you knew their mental state before that and still went right ahead and told them to, most of the time people don't even know about that before sending dumbass shit like what you said.

And the fact is, you hid yourself behind an Anon instead of just saying out outright. No, Anons aren't cowards like you are. Hell, it's brave in itself to just send a simple ask in my opinion and I'm really grateful of all the wonderful Anons here. But the fact you went ahead and told someone to kill themselves WHILE hiding behind Anon just shows to me how much of a goddamn coward you really are not even being able to muster up the balls to say it on main. To me that just removes any credit or power you could have had.

Yes, life is hard. Yes, in most cases it will get more difficult. But with the help of the people that care about and love you, you can persevere and enjoy those good days or happy moments in life. Hell, one day it won't be as hard as it is. I know that struggle, hell, I struggle with it myself. But I believe in you and that whoever is reading this that you can carry on and work through it, have some fun in the meantime, nothing is worth losing your life over. And to jackasses like that anon.. Perhaps go outside, feel the sun on your skin, breathe in some fresh air and go on a walk. Perhaps after a nice relaxation you'll rethink sending shit like that.

I'm tired, stressed, feel sick, have a headache and just want to go back to sleep for a month. But I can't rest if there's someone out there doing shit like this to the people I care about, nonetheless just enjoy things and pretend that nothing's wrong, not if this is what I keep waking to. I can't do much of comfort myself, but I can speak, and speak I will. So, Anon, either get your shit together or stop being a goddamn coward and show yourself. I don't think any of us want to have to deal with this again.

Apologies if the wording on this is god awful but I do hope that atleast the message got across. I won't be answering asks here for a bit just to make sure that it's seen but feel free to send them in still I suppose.

[chuckeroo777]

Frieren Liveblog- Chapters 5-8

Welcome back! Today we continue the cute adventures of Frieren and her apprentice Fern. Let's see what painful memories of Himmel we can dredge up today.

Remember, this is a first read-through, so no spoilers please!

Nothing personal kid.

I wonder if Frieren learned this spell from somewhere, or if she devised it herself, drawing from the hundreds of lesser spells she's collected to weave together a comprehensively powerful spell.

Maybe it's a little early for me to be making such judgements, but it feels like Frieren is somewhere on the spectrum. Between her difficulty expressing emotions, difficulty with social cues, and generally detached behavior while still clearly caring, she certainly fits the part.

Ah, but what about teleportation? Is that a thing in this magic system? Or even just a haste spell of some kind. It sounds unstoppable, but it has a weakness.

Fern, I stg, I literally told you to read the book that explained it.

Ah, so it wasn't unbeatable, just not understood. And without the element of surprise, it's just another spell.

You're the one who used the cheaty magic first. Fair's fair. She was nice enough to give you a chance to surrender.

Guys, she's literally wearing pants under her skirt. Ugh, men, am I right? Reminds me of the time I was DMing, and the party finally confronted the evil goddess in her sanctum. And rather than focusing on stopping the world ending ritual, the rogue decided it would be a good idea to crawl up into her dress. I then made the mistake of describing something horrific in there instead of rejecting it outright, which only made him more determined.

And you know what that means! Loot!

God, I love her.

It's probably partially just ingrained in her, but this behavior sounds like symptoms of depression. Either way, it's probably good for her to have someone like Fern around to support her, both physically and emotionally.

Hopefully pirate ghosts don't mind you turning their ships into scrap wood.

Gosh darn it, I'm already adoring their relationship. Frieren is weird as hell, and Fern doesn't get it, but damn if she doesn't do her best to support her anyway.

But it reminded you of your friend. And perhaps that's enough.

In a setting I'm working on, an afterlife does exist, but little is known about it. Souls can be summoned from the beyond, if they're willing, but are unable to describe or remember their time there. Some say the beyond is a place of blissful rest. Others believe it to be nothing but stasis, and some extremists believe it is inhabited by parasites, who harvest souls from our world to provide the beyond with souls of its own.

I suppose this has nothing to do with Frieren. I wonder if we'll get any answers, or if this is just left an open ended question.

I've been finding her rather relatable, but this? Who the hell comes to a friend's house unannounced and declare they are hanging out. Frieren. Frieren, that's who.

Har har. I do wonder what's up with the other elves of this world. Why is Frieren alone in human territory anyway?

Glad to see she's learning. Although, when she mentions Fern getting angry, is that true? I don't think we've seen that from her yet. Maybe Frieren just doesn't want to admit how much she respects Fern.

Uh huh. Frieren, it's only been 7 chapters and I can already tell that retracing Himmel's steps is absolutely your core motivation. You can admit you miss him.

Ah, so Flamme was Frieren's master? And judging by the flashback in the next panels, she was a human. I wonder how much contact Frieren has had with other elves? A lack of other immortals might explain her trouble forming meaningful connections.

Hmm... what did she know?

Well then. I guess this is our goal for the foreseeable future. Hmm... all sorts of things could go wrong. This land supposedly existed 1000 years ago, but the Demon King lived there 80 years ago. It wouldn't surprise me if the Demon King destroyed this place, or somehow tapped into its power.

Daw...

I wonder how long Eisen with be joining us. I imagine he's too old to accompany us far.

I'm going to hazard a guess and say she probably cares about you quite a bit, but is hopeless at actually expressing it.

I do wonder what is going through her head. Is she simply afraid to form bonds that would break in no time? Was Himmel the first real friend she made in her long life? What does Frieren truly want?

Those aren't the words of someone who doesn't want to spend time with you.

And that's chapter 8! Four chapters per post seems about right. Stay tuned for the next post shortly!

[hastalahamon]

Now that I've slept on it, i gotta say, I don't think New's plan ever involved any of them surviving this, including him. I think his plan was to make them all admit to it, kill them, make Phee admit to his role in it, kill him, and then kill himself.

If... and that's a BIG if for me, since i'm still on my white is sus agenda, but if white is truly innocent, maybe he gets to live.

none of them are redeemable. some of them don't exactly deserve to die, but as an older sibling, i understand the rage New feels. in fact, i'm finding it a tad difficult to grasp how tame he's being about it.

and i see nothing wrong with him doing this for selfish reasons. this happened to him too. he lost his brother, his whole family because of these assholes. he gets to be angry and sad because of it. and he gets to deal with it in a way that helps him. it wasn't some sad accident that cause the ruin of his entire family, these cunts did all of this on purpose.

his comment that it doesn't matter what non would have wanted is valid af. non is dead (or is he), they made sure they ruined that boy completely, they don't get to weasel their way out of this piggybacking on his kindness. they don't get to use him for their own gain, AGAIN

AND JIN. do not even get me started on jin. mr nice guy whose first reaction after NOT confessing his feelings and finding out his crush has a boyfriend and then seeing said crush being raped by a teacher is TO FILM IT. even fluke was like wtf man. you know you're fucked in the head when even fluke judges you. fluke's been silent the entire time, about EVERYTHING, but this was the hill he decided to get judgy on.

jin was instrumental in getting non to go along with all of their shit. he was the nice friend who'd put his hand on non's shoulder, bat his eyelashes, and get non to do whatever the gang wanted. he talks big game about how they're mean in calling non greasy, and yet he never, not once stopped the others from bullying non. even fluke calls him out on it when tee drugs non and takes him away. jin get's all oh no they're taking non away and fluke outright tells him to do something about it if he has a problem with it... and surprise surprise, jin does nothing.

and phee, phee doesn't get to forgive jin. it's not phee's place to understand and forgive, phee washed his hands of non, he was done with him, and just cause he feels guilty for his last words to non doesn't mean he gets to absolve himself of his guilt by finding someone who's done non worse and forgiving him. that video ruined non's life. and even if he could come back from such a scandal (he was coerced (read raped), what fucking scandal, but that's a different conversation), that video was directly used to stop any chance non ever had of being found by the police or the police even looking into his disappearance.

and even if jin wasn't the one who leaked it, he was the one to film it. in fact, i repeat, it was his first reaction to seeing his UNDERAGE crush being raped by a teacher. had jin not been a colossal dick, that video wouldn't even exist in the first place, and no one would use keng to make it seem that non ran off with his lover.

also, i don't think non is dead. and i don't think white is there by mistake. and i'm sus of that friend of tee's. he got way too much screen time for someone who's supposed to be there just for exposition.

and that bob haired thug, the one that's all i don't know i don't know. SUS. last time someone didn't know didn't know nie huaisang took down meng yao and exposed all his crimes.

[phantasmiafxndom]

How do you Gyutaro would react to his owner giving him his own room? And not only that but taking in his sister as well? I would really like to know!

I'm leaving the Daki part out of this one, since I have that waiting as another request already~ :3

. . .

He's somewhere between confused as to why you'd bother, and deeply uncomfortable with that much of a privilege. Gyuutarou isn't at all used to being treated like he's worthy anything, and even when he's been with someone kind for a while, too much attention is terribly overwhelming. Fearing it might be some kind of cruel trick, he tries to avoid using the room, at first. Surely you'll punish him if he assumes it's really meant for him, right? The idea that you'd actually be so generous is difficult to comprehend, especially when there's no outward cost for accepting it.

Eventually, he'll have no choice but to accept the offer of his own space, fearing that you'll be angry if he refuses it outright. It feels uncomfortable and vaguely wrong to have something so nice for himself... and yet, the privacy to hide from your attention when he's starting to get panicky and self-conscious is way too nice. It still feels weird that you're just letting him have this, but it's easier to adjust to it when time passes and nothing goes wrong.

[hoedamn-eron]

baby, please - part 9

After your disastrous call with your parents, you decide to take yourself baby shopping. You invite Santi.

Warnings: A long chapter. Mentions of being sick, so emetophobia warning. Brief mention of unsupportive family members. Some swearing. Had to find a shopping mall in Florida and navigate through it so please excuse the inaccuracies on which stores are actually in there. Like mega fluffy towards the end. Barely proofread. Word count: 4,974 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

This isn't my favourite chapter, it didn't go the way I had planned it, and even after a few rewrites it's still doesn't feel right. Also, I wrote so much of this before my One Drive decided to crash and it didn't save anything, despite me having my autosave on, so I lost like 5 hours worth of work. And I happened to have been written during a bad week at work so it's probably not my best.

Part 8 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 10

The following weeks after your disastrous call with your parents and sisters were a blur of work and preparations of pregnancy and birth. Your company’s new clients, who were ‘happy with the updates to their social media, and a few print outs every now and then’, were taking up most of your time, but that wasn’t an awful lot of time. So when you were at home, you were reading all the baby books you could find, trying to absorb as much information as possible.

Regarding your birth, you had been looking into a birth plan. You wanted to go as naturally as you possibly could. You were interested in a home birth, with a birthing pool. You read up about the benefits of being in a familiar environment and an unhurried birth, but you were carrying twins. It would be more difficult than a single baby birth, and what if something went wrong? What if you had to be rushed to the hospital? If there was an emergency, you didn’t want to wait for an ambulance and travel. And also, you would need a bigger place for that, which may not have happened for you yet. So, you were leaning towards a birth at the hospital. Sure, it won’t be as relaxed as you would have liked but if you wait as long as possible to go, then you wouldn’t be there for long. Your insurance did only cover a three day stay at the hospital.

 You’d talk it through with Santi, but you’re not going to see him until your next appointment.

Your bad mood hadn’t gone unnoticed. Emily had been hovering over you for the past few days, doing odd jobs for you and just generally keeping an eye on you. You’d be flattered if she wasn’t so…concerned all the time.

“Is everything okay?” Emily asked you for the eightieth time that week.

You don’t even react anymore. “I’m fine, Emily,” you answer robotically, almost a habit to you now.

“You just seem really down,” Emily said, pouting as she leaned forward in her chair, looking at you with sad eyes.

“I had a fight with my family, that’s all,” you replied. “It’s nothing new.”

She stared at you for a moment before nodding. “Okay. Just let me know if you need anything. A snack or a coffee.”

You glance at her as she turned back to her computer. You were convinced she knew about the pregnancy. She hadn’t outright said it, or indicated otherwise, and yeah, Emily was nice, but not this nice. You wondered if Santi had said anything, but when you had asked about it in the past, he didn’t sound like he’d told Emily.

You shake your head at yourself and return to your computer. You’re just being paranoid. And a Negative Nancy.

Although your bump was starting to show a little bit, even as early was you were, and it wouldn’t be long until you had to come out to work that you were expecting. You had already drafted an email up to Harriet to send whenever you were ready, you just needed to get to that point. But you were enjoying your own little pregnancy bubble for now, you had time to tell her, and the rest of the office.

You sigh as you lean back in your chair, staring at the email trail you had going with a potential new client. You needed some new clothes. Your pants were getting tighter each week and you were uncomfortable most days. When you were at home, you lived in a pair of sweatpants that belongs to a long-lost ex-boyfriend, in times gone by. You never bothered to get in touch to return them after your break-up, because, honestly, they were too comfy to go back. Maybe you could treat yourself to some retail therapy that weekend; you hadn’t started buying baby things yet, don’t people already have at least a few items at this point? Maybe you should get started.

You could invite Santiago and give yourself the opportunity to talk about the birth plan.

You bite your lip as you stood from your desk. “I’ll be right back,” you say to Emily, already turning and pulling your phone out of your pocket. You barely heard her acknowledgement before you make your way out of your office and to reception.

You scroll for his number before calling him. It doesn’t take long until Santi’s answering, “Hey, cariño, everything okay?”

You pause, suddenly think that you’re being too forward; too hasty. You could have waited to call until after work when you were at home. Hell, you didn’t even need to call, you could have just texted him. All because you wanted to know if he wanted to go baby shopping with you this weekend. This wasn’t an urgent thing, you could have made the same arrangements tomorrow. You shake your head at yourself, muttering about what an idiot you were, about to tell him ‘goodbye’, you ‘hadn’t mean to call him’ –

“Hey,” he called your name down the phone at your sudden silence. “Are you all right? Is something wrong?”

“N-no, sorry,” you say, feeling your face warm and suddenly feeling shy. “I didn’t mean to call. Well, I did, but I should have called after work, I’m sorry. Did I take you away from something important?”

“No, not at all,” Santi replied.

You both fall into silence. It wasn’t awkward but it wasn’t comfortable either. You faltered for a moment before you blurted out, “Do you want to come shopping with me? This weekend? On Saturday, I mean. For the babies?”

You were met with quiet, and you had thought he had hung up on you, but he eventually answered, “Sure. Anything in particular you were looking for?”

“No, not really,” you say. “I just…wanted to have a look around, you know? Get some clothes or something.”

“Yeah, yeah, sounds good,” Santi replied. “There’s some baby store that Frankie recommended, we could go there.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you say. “I can…meet you there or we could together, if you wanted?”

“Yeah,” Santi says, before he blurts out, “I can pick you up. If you want.”

You bite your lip. You’d made the point since you found out you were pregnant to keep things as separate as you could, more for Santi’s sake really (and because you didn’t want to rely on anyone). But, your chest warms, for some reason, at the thought of going together to the store.

You give a small smile. “Okay. It’s 11am okay or is that too early?”

“That’s fine, cariño,” says Santi. “I’ll see you on Saturday.”

“I’ll see you then,” you say before saying your goodbyes and hanging up.

You wait outside your apartment building for Santiago. You’d been thinking about your shopping trip all week and you were feeling oddly nervous. You weren’t sure why, you’d seen Santiago many times before, but not this…casually. Not regarding the pregnancy, anyway. The only time you had really spent together was for prenatal appointments.

Throughout the week, you were toying with the idea of texting him, cancelling the whole shopping trip and just going by yourself, or even with your friends. But you hesitated, since Santiago said he wanted to be involved, and it would be a good bonding experience for you both. You were in each other’s lives now for the next nineteen years, after all. You wanted your children to grow up in happy, healthy households, where their parents could communicate openly.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Santi pulled up in front of you in his truck. You desperately wanted to ask him if he was thinking about getting a car, just something that would be able to fit two car seats. But you’d already changed so much of his life already, and you didn’t want to push his boundaries. You climbed into his truck, sending him a ‘hi’ as you close the door behind you.

You buckle yourself in as you ask, “So where is this place anyway?”

“Florida Mall,” Santi replied as he set off. “It’s called The Children’s Place. Frankie says it’s mostly clothing but there’s a Dillard’s and a Macy’s for other stuff if we wanted to look.”

You nod. “Yeah, okay, that’s fine. I was looking at Ikea for the big furniture anyway,” you say. “And I need a bigger place for that, so it can wait for now.”

Santi nodded. “I can help you out with that too, if you need,” Santi offered, glancing at you for a moment before turning his eyes back to the road. “Don’t want you lugging around heavy furniture when you’re pregnant.”

You push down the warm feeling you felt in your chest as you nod at him. “I’ll let you know when I have it.”

There was an awkward pause before Santi broke it. “I’ve been meaning to bring this up to you, and I get that it might be a little early but…what’s the situation going to be when they’re here?”

Your brow furrows. “What do you mean?”

“Do I need to get furniture too?” Santi asked, giving you another glance. “Because it’s not a problem if I do. I have a spare room and it’s big enough for two cribs. Maybe. I’ll have to clear it out, I’m using it as storage for the moment.”

You stare at him for a moment, that warm feeling coming back to your chest tenfold. He wanted to have the baby furniture at his place? He wanted to have the chaos and the mess that two babies would bring? You vaguely think of if he brought women home back to his place, how they’ll question if he had kids or where the kids were, would it ruin his game? What if he decided to get with someone seriously and they didn’t want the baggage of children from a previous relationship (using the term very loosely). Like you mentioned before, you didn’t want to be telling him what to do. You’d encroached on his life enough already.

“Hey, I know those cogs are working overtime, don’t overthink it,” said Santiago at your silence. “I’ve told you, I’m in this with you. I don’t mind if my life changes a little bit.”

You take a deep breath before letting it go. “Okay.” You nod. “You should get some furniture. I want them to have a relationship with you so it would be nice if they could spend some time with you at your place.”

Santiago nodded before turning to you and giving you a closed smile. “Okay then.”

You chat idly for the rest of the journey about what you had both been up to since the last time you saw each other, and you brought up how your friends were doing and how your family now know that you were pregnant.

“And? How did it go?” he asked, an eyebrow raised in question. “With your family?”

You go quiet before answering, “Not as pleased as my friends were.”

You leave it at that. He doesn’t pry, just gives a nod, and says he’s sorry to hear that they weren’t as supportive. You shrug, looking away from him because you refused to cry about it anymore than you already have, telling him that you’ll get over it and you had him and your friends. It would be your parents and sisters missing out, not your babies.

You pull into the mall and Santiago parks as close as he could to the entrance, claiming that you shouldn’t be walking as far.

You laugh at him as you unbuckle your seatbelt. “I’m pregnant, not elderly.”

He shakes his head. “I’ve heard you complain enough to Jennifer about your joint aches to know you’re gonna want to sit down in about an hour.” He starts climbing out his truck.

Your mouth falls open in mock offence as you climb out the truck also. “That’s so rude, Santi!” you close the door behind you.

“Rude, but true. Come on,” he nods towards the mall entrance before you join him, walking together into the busy mall.

You take a look at the mall map, finding the store Frankie recommended. “It’s towards the back. It’s next to a Build-a-Bear.”

“We can look in those too, if you want,” Santi says.

You grin. “I always wanted a Build-a-Bear when I was a kid,” you said. “My mom would never let me get one.” Your face falls at the mention of your mother.

Santiago, ever the observant, quickly changes the subject. “We can get one each for them. We’ll both pick an outfit for them.” He grins at you.

You take a moment before plastering a smile on your face. “Sure. Oh! Can we stop at a candy store first?”

“We can,” Santi replied, how brow furrowed slightly. “Why?”

“I’ve ran out of watermelon Sourpatch Kids,” you reply, already walking through the mall for the closest candy shop. “I’m constantly craving them. It’s all I want to eat. Think I might be funding them alone.”

Santiago gave a small chuckle, shaking his head at you. “We can get all the Sourpatch Kids you want.”

“As long as it’s watermelon,” you said, giving him a pointed look.

He sighs in amusement, putting his hand on your back and leading you through into the mall as he nods. “As long as it’s watermelon.”

It doesn’t take you long to find the candy shop, Santi making the joke that your pregnancy gave you the nose of a bloodhound. You snorted a laugh before buying four packs of watermelon Sourpatch Kids. Santi’s eyes widened as you stuffed them in your bag before opening one as you both walk out of the store. “That many?” he asked.

You gave him a look before he raised his hands slightly in defence. “They’re so good,” you mutter, before chewing on a sweet slowly, giving a light moan as the taste.

“Cravings hit you this week?” Santi asked.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” you say, already eating another sweet. “They’re all I think about. These and Diet Coke.” You shake the open bag of candy for emphasis. You hesitate before asking if he wanted one, and to your relief, he said no.

“Not a candy kind of guy,” Santi said as you both meander through the mall.

“Good, ‘cause I only offered to be polite,” you said, taking another from the bag.

Santi huffed a laugh through his nose before nodding around the stores. “So, where do we start?”

“Let’s go to the place Frankie recommended,” you say. “I’m curious.”

You both made your way to the store, grabbing a basket as you walk in. The place was full of colours, with character shirts and holiday specific clothing. Santiago stuck close by, taking a look around and asking for your opinions on some things. Between the two of you, you ended up grabbing a copious amount of baby vests and baby grows, mostly white, and some tiny socks which you had internally freaked out over at the size (so tiny!).

You also excitedly grabbed a few holiday themed outfits for the next year.

“That’s hideous,” Santi said as you look at an obnoxious Christmas jumper for a nine-month-old.

You smirked, obviously agreeing with him, but deciding to mess with him a bit. “But it’s so cute, and small. Can you imagine how cute a little baby would be in this?”

“Please don’t get it,” laughed Santiago.

“I’m gonna get it,” you say, putting it in your basket before grinning. “To spite you.”

You pretended a few moments later that you hadn’t seen him discreetly pick up the jumper and put it back on the rack. And you both didn’t say anything about the ‘missing jumper’ when you went to pay either.

With Santi carrying your bags that he offered with some dispute from you, you make your way to any other baby shops you could find. You got a little teary (damn hormones!) as you looked at the shoes and more socks, and some of the costume you found, like the little Mickey and Minnie set you found, or a Beauty and the Beast dress, which happened to be your favourite movie when you were a kid.

When you made your way into Cotton On Kids, you found yourself some maternity pants and jeans, and that’s where you realised that Santiago was a browser. He briefly mentioned that he wasn’t much of a shopper for himself, never mind other people. Especially kids. But you saw him eyeing up a pair of white sneakers and a couple of Metallica t-shirts. You encouraged him to buy them if he liked them; they could stay at his place and the babies could wear them when they were staying over.

He hesitated before grabbing two pairs of each, looking down at the shirts and thumbing at the material before smirking up at you. “My favourite band,” he said.

You smiled and shook your head as you went to make your purchases.

After a while, you did in fact need to sit down, just like Santi predicted. You both decided it was probably a good stopping point to have some lunch anyway, since you had nearly worked your way through two of the four bags of candy you had bought earlier. You took a seat as Santi went to Five Guys, getting some burgers and fries, and the biggest Diet Coke they offered.

“How’s your morning sickness?” Santi asked as he sat down opposite you.

You shrug. “Better but still not great. I’ve taken to drinking ginger tea instead of coffee nowadays to ease it.”

“And does it?” Santi asked, unwrapping his burger.

You pulled a face but nodded anyway, unwrapping your own burger. “It did a bit but it tastes disgusting. I’m going to give mint tea a try, since Gabrielle told me try that with lemonade. It helped her, apparently.”

You talk about stuff happening at work, your new clients, your suspicion that Emily might know you’re pregnant, something that Santiago laughed at.

“She had to take in a book for me,” he replied. “‘The Expectant Dad's Survival Guide’ that Frankie’s kindly let me borrow.”

You give him a swat on the arm. “You’re the reason she thinks something’s up,” you laugh. You make a mental note to get your own books.

You eat your food and talk some more about your upcoming appointment next week and you mentioned to Santi that you were thinking about a birth plan; since you were having twins, you were likely to go into early labour, so you wanted to be as prepared as possible.

“And what are you going to do?”

You sigh. “I think I’ll just go for a standard hospital birth, as natural as possible. I’d like a home birth but I’m paranoid something is going to go wrong.”

“You can talk to Jennifer about it,” said Santi. “She’ll know more about it than we will.”

You finish your food, feeling more relaxed than you did before as Santiago grabbed the bags. You make a quick detour to the bathroom to puke your guts up. You might have to give up cheese at this point, since it always seems to trigger your morning sickness. You come out of the bathroom, Santi handing you a bottle of water that he very nicely got for you. Your heart swells as you take a sip before you both make your way round the rest of the mall.

You do, in fact, take a look in Build-a-Bear, but decide on getting them another day. You made sure Santi promised to come with you.

After a few more stops (and a few more bags of toys and clothing for the babies and you), you make your way into H&M. Gabrielle had mentioned they were good for kids clothing, but you did notice everything was looking a little sad and beige, but you gave Gabrielle the benefit of the doubt. Santi had wandered off since he mentioned he needed to look at some jeans for himself, so you moseyed through the clothing, spotting a few bits of clothing you liked.

You don’t pay much attention to wear you’re walking, and you give a small ‘oomf!’ as you lightly bump into someone, quickly apologising before you take a good look at him, your eyes widening. “Craig!”

He looks at you with confusion before a spark of recognition takes over his face. “Oh, hey,” he says, recalling your name. “How are you?”

You hadn’t heard from this guy since you cancelled your date when you found out you were pregnant. “Uh, yeah, I’m good. How’re you?”

“Not so bad,” Craig replies. He clears his throat and nods to your pile of baby clothes. “For you, or…”

You blink in confusion for a moment before looking down at the clothes. You give a laugh. “Yeah, uh…for me.” You show him your bump for a few seconds. “Just coming out of my first trimester.”

“Right,” Craig said.

“You?” you asked, nodding to the clothes in his hand.

“Nephew’s birthday.”

“Oh.” You both fall into an awkward silence.

You open your mouth to tell him goodbye, but he quickly cuts you off, “I’m sorry that I never got back to you. About our date.”

You make a noise of nonchalance. “You don’t need to be sorry for anything, I cancelled on you.”

“I know, but I was being a little bitter about it and I’m sorry, but now I see that…” he nods to your clothes bundle. “You had some…stuff going on.”

You sigh. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t feeling great, and I found out I was pregnant that night and it was…very unexpected, so…”

Craig’s eyes widened. “Oh shit, I didn’t know you cancelled from that.”

He was as good looking as you remember him, from his pictures. He was handsome, in a Clark Kent kind of way. Tall, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, he was a genuine heartthrob. It was what attracted you to him in the first place. That, and the fact he made you laugh, and he was charming, and was good fun. You wondered very briefly what would have happened if you had gone out on that date with him, if you had just put off testing for one or two days.

“Yeah, it was…a lot,” you say. “It's, uh, settled down, finally. How about you? What have you been up to?”

“Oh, you know, the usual work stuff.” He shrugged. “Work’s busy. Trying to find some free time for hobbies.” He gave a small chuckle.

“Ugh, tell me about it,” you say. “All my time at the moment is prenatal appointments and work. I’m working on setting more boundaries for myself.”

“Good for you,” said Craig. “It’s hard balancing work and life, never mind being pregnant.”

“With twins,” you say.

“With twins, no way!” Craig said. “Congrats!”

“Thank you,” you say, giving him a smile.

“Hey, hermosa,” Santi greeted, suddenly appearing at your side. “I gotta get these!” he grins excitedly, holding the small jerseys of a team you weren’t familiar with in his hands before he finally looks between you and Craig. “Sorry, am I interrupting something?”

There was something to his tone that made you think he knew he was interrupting something. “This is, erm…Craig.” You gesture to Craig. “Craig, this is Santiago,” you introduce him. “He’s the babies’ father.”

Santiago gave Craig a tight-lipped smile before holding his hand out to him. “Nice to meet you.”

Craig smiled before shaking his hand. “You too.”

“How do you know Craig?” Santiago asked you, giving you a too nonchalant look as he places his free hand on the base of your back. You mentally note it was the second time that day he’d done it that day.

You look between them before clearing your throat. “Craig and I were going to go on a date.”

“She cancelled on me,” Craig joked.

You look at him with an amused look on your face, gasping in mock upset. “Because I found out I was pregnant.”

“Oh,” Santiago said, looking between you both before he smirked. “She went on a date with me too and look what happened.” He motioned to your bump.

“Okay,” you say, grabbing Santiago’s arm, feeling your cheeks growing hot with sudden embarrassment. “Good to see you, Craig.” You call, already turning to walk away.

“You too,” Craig said. “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

You waved your hand in acknowledgement as you walk to the other side of the store.

You take a quick glance at Santi as you stop in the girl’s section and mindlessly start looking through dresses, just for something to do. Santi, the smug bastard, was smirking at you. “He seemed nice.”

“He was. He is,” you say, still looking through the clothes, a little more aggressively.

“You should ask him out,” Santi said. “Again.”

You pause for a moment before looking at him, an unamused look on your face. “No.”

“You’re single, you should,” Santiago said. “He didn’t seem to mind you were pregnant.”

“That’s not…look, it’s complicated,” you say. “No-one wants a pregnant woman as their date.”

“Are you looking to date?” Santiago asked.

You give him a look. “Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not being weird,” Santiago said, blinking at you almost innocently.

“You are,” you say. “Why are we talking about my dating life? I haven’t even thought about dating since I found out I was carrying your spawn.”

Santiago snorted a laugh. “Charming.”

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore, Santi,” you say, turning away from him and back to the clothes, still not really looking at them. “I just wanted this to be a nice day, with you, about us and the babies.”

Santiago looked at you with an unreadable look on his face for a few moments. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know why you felt so embarrassed that you had ran into Craig. It had never been an issue for you before, running into an ex, but maybe it was because you were pregnant. Maybe it was because you were with Santi. Maybe it was because you just wanted to still be in your pregnancy bubble, with Santi, where everything wasn’t so fucked up, where you could pretend to be in a loving, stable relationship for the time being.

After a moment you sigh, averting your gaze. “Sorry. That was unfair to you, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, you’re right,” said Santi, slowly nodding. “I was a bit of an asshole, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come across as possessive, I was just messing with you.”

You bite your lip at him as he looks down at the jerseys in his hands, and you know it’s so he doesn’t have to look at you, to keep his hands busy. You frown at him, feeling bad before you lightly clear your throat. “I’m sorry. Really. I know it’s no excuse, but my hormones are all over the place and I was really nervous about today – “

“Why?” Santiago asked, suddenly looking up at you.

“What?” you asked, blinking at him as if you missed his question.

“Why were you nervous about today?”

“Because…” you pause, sucking in your lips as you looked down at your shoes in further embarrassment before deciding just to suck it up. “Because this is the first time we’ve spent together outside of my appointments…and our date.”

Santi just looked at you in confusion. “So?”

“So,” you emphasise. “I just…wanted today to be a good day. I wanted to just feel a little bit normal about this whole thing and not just the couple who aren’t actually a couple who got pregnant after a one-night stand.”

He goes silent again as he stares at you, and you feel your cheeks burning again. God, you just can’t seem to keep your mouth shut today. Your brain obviously isn’t working and it’s probably best if you just stick to being casual with Santi and not try to force anything, like you said before.

You open your mouth to tell him that you should probably go, but he beat you to it.

“This is still new to both of us,” he said. “And I know you have your way of doing things and you want to be the best you can at this, and I don’t doubt you will,” Santi raises his eyebrows pointedly at you at you give him a look. “But you have to remember that it’s not just you. Okay? I feel like I’m walking on eggshells because you’re so Goddamn independent that I’m worried I’m going to say the wrong thing and upset you. Like before.”

You sigh, throwing your head back. “I’m sorry.”

“And stop apologising when you haven’t done anything wrong,” Santiago said. “Stop worrying you’re going to upset me.”

You give another sigh before you look at him. “We need to learn to communicate better.”

Santi faltered before nodding. “We do.”

“We should talk more, outside of,” you motion to your bump. “This.”

“We should,” he gave another nod.

“I’m…” you were about to apologise again but stopped yourself, deciding to go in a different direction. “I’m glad you wanted to come with me today.”

“Are you kidding? And miss out on embarrassing you in front of an almost date?” Santiago grinned as you swatted him arm.

“Asshole,” you muttered before motioning for him to follow you. “Come on, let’s go and buy these football jerseys,” you say, smiling at the small shirts still in his hands.

“It’s a baseball team,” Santiago replies, smirking and falling into step with you.

“Shut up,” you say, giving him a good-natured shove as he laughs at your blunder.

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @bluenredndeath

[lightaflametoburnmethrough]

The rollcake scene from ep 17 aired today, May 6th.

The anime follows the manga pretty closely with some nice little additions. Like this exchange:

Where we actually get to see Kaito accept the gift with his own hands.

Before that, look at his expression. How even when he’s caught by surprise, his eyes are always so soft and unguarded when they’re looking at Akiho.

And that gentleness carries over into how he handles her gift as well.

He’s likely thinking ‘Akiho-san made this (for me), I must be careful with it’ on top of how he’s already being careful to not even let his fingers touch hers. Because he respects her and that would be unprofessional. That would cross the line he knows not to cross <- this is a crucial point to keep in mind.

Then the way Akiho goes from nervous to overjoyed once he takes the box because this is the first thing she’s ever made for anyone.

And not just anyone but a special someone. Her special someone.

So of course, she’d be anxious over whether he would accept it. Of course, she’d be so thrilled when he did.

They didn’t even start eating yet but she’s already so happy that she was able to take one step closer in conveying her feelings to him and that he didn’t reject her.

Then the part where the scene diverges for a moment from canon. Unlike in the manga, where Akiho quickly runs away out of shyness, here she doesn’t have an excuse to hide behind.

Instead, she starts criticizing herself again. Apologizing for “saying something weird” when she did nothing of the sort.

As pointed out in the previous episode (and in chapter 60), it’s obvious that Kaito doesn’t like it when Akiho puts herself down.

Even though she really stunned him speechless this time with her request for him to laugh more, he’s already thinking of what to say to refute these negative thoughts about herself.

But unlike how he usually tries to reassure her (gently and subtly), this time he’s significantly more forward with his approach.

He puts a halt to her downward spiral by placing his hand over hers, crossing the line he has been so careful not to all this time.

He outright says to her there’s no need for her to apologize, that she didn’t do anything wrong.

And for the first time, he dares to be honest with his feelings for her, crossing that line again.

It’s just one line. But with that one line, Kaito lays himself bare before Akiho. He’s not playing the part of her servant, polite and considerate but always at an arm’s length.

He’s being himself for once, his true personal self.

And his true self wants Akiho to know how happy she’s made him.

Just with her simple gesture and her words to see him smile more, he knows how much she appreciates him. How much she cares about him.

Which is the biggest deal for Kaito because nobody has ever cared about him before. He had always been treated as a thing to be ordered around and used by others.

So to hear something so kind from the person he loves most…it makes him want to respond to that.

It seems anime!Kaito wants to reciprocate in what little way he will allow himself to (he’s staring so deeply and intently into her eyes, letting them say what he can’t) before the inevitable where he would have to separate himself from Akiho in order to save her.

There’s not enough time left for him to enjoy being with her, to show her how grateful he is for her presence in his life. He knows there are only a few chances to do that and this moment is one of them. It has to be now because if not now, then it’s never.

Even though he puts her to sleep shortly after to bar her off from inquiring further. Even though he thinks she will won’t remember him after he rewrites everyone’s memories and erases himself so telling her these feelings might’ve been pointless…he still wanted to let Akiho know at least once before she forgets.

That she made him feel loved and taught him how to love someone in return.

And that’s the greatest gift anyone can receive.

[splonk-fox]

This excerpt from the WordGirl TVT Tear Jearker page honestly summarizes my thoughts on this episode. It is... legitimately depressing when you think about it.

Tobey legitimately entered this contest, pulled no fowl play, and tried his hardest to be "good" just so he could win the affections of the person he loved, yet from his point of view it was all for nothing. He tried being nice, tried to not destroy anything, yet he received nothing in return.

If there's one thing I wish this episode did, it was have Becky be more empathetic to Tobey's feelings like she is in later episodes such as "It's Your Party, I'll Cry If I want To". Sure it might've not outright stopped him from doing evil, but the fact that the dude was on the verge of crying because of losing a competition that he honestly has all the right to be mad at (I mean come on, his robot that was able to fucking colonize Mars lost to two slicers smashed together). Yet she just rubs it in his face more by saying that her "invention" could also core apples.

Tobey Goes Good is honestly one of the rare cases where I feel more sympathetic towards the villain than I do the hero. Tobey legitimately didn't do anything wrong (prior to losing that is) and yet when he gets upset over his talents being ignored, no one cares.