#me: you've been his friend for over 2 years and you completely forget all his triggers wtf

[rafesfavgirl]

not like you — r. cameron

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. sorry this took so long y'all, school's been kicking my ass :')

❝ get my car door, isn't that sweet? then pull me to thе backseat no onе's ever had me, not like you ❞

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

context: after a few dates with rafe, he finally asks you to go midsummers with him as his girlfriend.

words: 2.9k+

warnings: jealous!jj, bitchy!kie, jealous!rafe, alcohol use, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral m receiving, pretty fluffy, SMUT with a cute little plot bc soft!rafe is soooooo bf material

"so… i've actually been meaning to ask you something," rafe pulls his truck to a stop in front of your house and turns to look at you.

it was the middle of the night and the two of you had just gotten back from getting froyo, after he texted you asking whether you wanted to go with him to get some on his way home from topper's.

"what's up?" you ask, eyes scanning his face, which donned a look of apprehension.

was he nervous?

a chuckle escapes his lips as he glances down, hand fiddling with yours on top of your thigh. "well, we've been going out for a few weeks now…" he started.

"yeah?" a small smile comes across your lips—never in a million years did you think you'd be making rafe cameron, of all people, act like this.

"and you've met my friends," his eyes meet yours, blue irises twinkling. "and my sisters…"

"rafe, what is it?"

"i was wondering if you'd consider going to midsummers with me," he says, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "you know… as a couple."

you tilt your head to the side, and kink an eyebrow. "rafe cameron, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

he shakes his head at your teasing, and playfully rolls his eyes, thumb rubbing against the top of your hand. "depends, are you saying yes?"

"i don't know," you shrug. "i mean, you're a kook, i'm a pogue. we come from totally different worlds. not to mention i just got out of a year-long relationship and…" you trail off when the look on his face turns sour, clearly thinking you were serious.

"oh, i'm just kidding," you chuckle, nudging his arm.

"you're not funny," he tells you, but you know by the way his eyes light up again that he's relieved.

"i'd love to go to midsummers with you," you smile.

"as my girlfriend?"

"yes, baby," you nod, leaning in so your lips are just hovering above his. "as your girlfriend."

rafe closes the distance, lips meeting yours in a way that make all the butterflies flutter in your stomach, as his other hand comes up to tangle in your hair.

"come inside for a bit," you smile against him, lips only leaving his long enough for you to get the words out.

"your parents won't mind?"

you shake your head, "they're sleeping."

—

“y/n!” sarah immediately comes up to greet you when rafe opens your door and helps you step out, making sure your dress doesn’t snag.

“hey, sare,” you return her hug, but your eyes linger behind her head to john b’s parked twinkie in the parking lot.

…what the hell?

“hey, y/n,” when he rounds the twinkie, dressed nicer than you’ve ever seen him dressed, and comes over to stand beside sarah, it clicks in your head.

“no way,” you shake your head, eyes shifting between them when you break your hug with sarah.

sarah shrugs with a smile, hand intertwining with john b’s. “way.”

“but i thought you were with topper,” you say. “how did-“

“a’ight, as much as i’d love to hear about my sister’s love life, we gotta go,” rafe interrupts you, hand sliding across your exposed lower back, making your head turn towards him, as a chill runs down your spine, your weight shifting from one leg to the other.

“right,” you nod, his intoxicating presence completely making you forget about sarah and john b.

he gives you a small push towards the club and begins to lead you inside, sarah and john b trailing closely behind you. 

once again, you’re caught off guard when you follow rafe outside with your hand in his, the back garden of the island club decked out in twinkling lights and hysterias like it was pulled straight out of a fairytale.

"holy shit," you mutter, causing rafe to look at you with a smile.

"you like?"

"are you kidding?" your wide eyes meet his, as you both descend the steps of the back porch. "this is insane."

"come on," he nods his head to the side, and begins leading you toward his dad, rose, and wheezie. "you can meet my dad."

while the two of you had been messing around for about a month now, and you had even attended a brunch at the club with him two weeks ago, he'd been apprehensive to officially introduce you to ward. not that you thought it was a big deal—everyone in the obx already knew who he was.

"dad," rafe greets him with a smile; you glued to his side. "this is y/n."

"so you're the girl i've been hearing so much about," ward smiles at you and holds out a hand. "ward cameron."

you place your free hand in his for a quick handshake, relief washing over you when you realize he isn't the monster you thought he was—at least, if he was, he surely hid it well with that friendly smile.

"y/n y/l/n," you tell him. "it's nice to meet you."

"you too," he nods. "nice to finally put a face to the name. you kids enjoy yourselves."

"thank you," you reply, as rafe pulls you away towards kelce and topper by the bar.

"well, well, what do we have here?" topper smiles at the two of you and sips on a glass of what you assume to be whiskey. "is it official?"

"something like that," you smile back, leaning into rafe and tilting your head up to look at him, his eyes twinkling as they locked with yours.

"y'all want something or what?" the sound of jj's bitter voice pulls you out of your haze, when he walks up behind topper and kelce and leans his hands against the bar counter.

there was just no escaping him.

his eyes meet yours when top and kelce step aside to give him a full view of you and rafe, dressed in matching colors with your hands intertwined.

a smug smirk comes across rafe's lips, realizing just how quickly the tables had turned. though he'd never admit it, he'd always had a thing for you ever since he saw you waitressing at the wreck that one time you agreed to help kie with the lunch rush. a part of him always hated that jj got to you first, but that didn't matter now. because he was the one standing beside you tonight. not jj. 

"just a glass of whiskey for me, man," he says, before looking down at you. "anything for you, doll?"

"i'll take a glass of wine," you nod at him, pulling your eyes away from jj. rafe was the guy in your life now.

"you heard her," rafe tells jj. "and make it white wine. the most expensive kind you've got."

you playfully roll your eyes at his antics—he clearly just wanted jj to know how much he liked to spoil you—but don't argue when he hands you your glass.

"i'll be back," you whisper to him. "i'm gonna go find sarah."

"okay, baby," he nods, leaning down to place his lips on yours. "save me a dance, though."

jj rolls his eyes behind the bar and scoffs, tongue poking at his cheek as he poured another drink for kelce.

you choose to ignore him, and smile up at your new boyfriend instead. "you got it."

—

"is this a pogue reunion i see?" you couldn't help taking a detour from finding sarah to walk up to pope and john b by the grill that pope was working.

"maybe for you," pope shrugs, and john b agrees, pointing the neck of his beer bottle towards you before taking a sip. "we're together everyday."

"alright, touché," you nod, a hand reaching out to bump john b's chest. "i didn't know you cleaned up so well, dude."

"look who's talking," john b says, eyes trailing up and down the baby blue dress you're wearing. "you look more like a kook than anyone here."

you roll your eyes and shake your head. "shut the fuck up."

"i'm totally serious," he chuckles. "you look good, y/n. happy."

you sigh, not being able to help the smile that spreads across your lips. "i am."

"good," he returns your smile. "that's how it should be."

"and what about you?" you tease, nudging his arm with your elbow. "mr. sarah cameron… how the hell did that happen?"

he shrugs, "i don't know, it kinda just did."

a small laugh leaves your mouth. "hmm. who would've thought, huh? you and me with kooks?"

"definitely wasn't on my list of things that would happen this year," he shakes his head, chuckling.

"where is she, anyway?"

"she went to go find you, actually," he says.

"damn, i should go find her then," you reply. "but text me, yeah? i've missed y'all."

half-engaged in conversation with topper and kelce across the garden by the bar, rafe's eyes focus on you, as you throw your head back in a giggle at something john b and pope had said, his grip on his glass tightening. his tongue moves to poke at his cheek when you throw an arm around john b in a hug, and then pope, the ugly green monster inside him threatening to make an appearance, as he brings the glass up to his lips and downs the rest of his whiskey.

"face it, man," jj tuts, refilling his drink when he sets it down on the counter. "she's known us longer than you. it's not gonna last."

"just fill up my glass and shut the fuck up, a'ight?" rafe throws him a glare. "no one asked you."

—

you enter the bathroom to pee after failing to find sarah again—where the hell could she have possibly gone?—the two wine glasses you had finally catching up to you.

"you've got some nerve showing your face here," kiara's voice fills your ears when you move towards the sink to wash your hands.

when you look up at the mirror, you find her standing behind you. "you're one to talk," you turn off the sink and reach for some paper towards to dry your hands, as you turned to look at her. "weren't you against all these events because they're so ‘tone-deaf'?"

she scoffs and shakes her head. "you're pathetic, you know that? taking jj from me, dumping him for rafe…" this psycho bitch. "then turning him, john b and pope against me…" wait, what? "i mean— seriously, y/n, are you really that desperate for attention?"

you let out a sigh to keep your composure—she wasn't worth the energy it took to stoop down to her level. despite what she and jj had put you through, you were happy. she wasn't taking that away from you.

"i hate to break it to you, but if the boys aren't talking to you, it has nothing to do with me," you tell her. "maybe they just realized who you really are." you shrug, taking a step towards her. "you're a shitty person, kiara. you can try and blame me all you want, but you dug your own grave."

"you—"

"lie in it," you cut her off. "and while you're at it, leave me alone."

you don't allow her to get another word in before walking away, leaving her alone in the bathroom with her own thoughts.

damn that felt good.

—

"hey stranger," you lean down and snake the arm not holding a glass of wine around rafe's neck, your hand landing on his chest, as he sat at an empty table with a glass of whiskey, sulking.

"done talking to your other boyfriends?" he asks, raising his glass up to his lips.

you tilt your head at him, eyebrows furrowing. "what?"

"i saw you flirting with john b and pope," he says, setting his drink down on the table, as his eyes finally met yours.

they didn't look angry though, more like… sad?

"you thought i was flirting?" you ask, moving to sit in the seat beside him. "they're my friends, babe. i haven't seen them in a while, we were just catching up."

"didn't look like that when you were giggling and hugging them," his eyes avert to his glass on the table, his finger tracing along its rim.

"oh my god," you chuckle, half-amused by his behavior. "are you jealous?"

"why would i be jealous?" he shrugs you off, still refusing to have his eyes meet yours again. "if it's them you want, that's cool."

you sigh, and place a hand on his. "come dance with me."

to your surprise, he doesn't resist when you take his hand in yours and stand up to lead him towards the dance floor, as the band began to play an instrumental rendition of taylor swift's you are in love.

your hands lock behind rafe's neck, while his hands snake around your waist, pulling you close to him, as the two of you slowly began to sway along with the music.

"you're crazy, you know that?" you ask, fingers entwining with the hair on the back of his head.

"how's that?"

"for thinking i'd flirt with someone else when i'm here with you," you say.

"they've known you longer than me," he shrugs. "it's not that crazy."

"i guess,” you shrug. “but you’re forgetting something.”

his eyebrows furrow. “what?”

“they’re not you,” your lips pull together in a smile. "i mean, sure, i've known them longer. yes, we're friends, but they don't hold a candle to you, alright? no one's ever made me feel the way you do."

and it was true. your entire relationship with jj, there was always an uneasy feeling in the depths of your stomach that made you feel like there was always someone else—and it was right, because there was kie. but with rafe? he made you feel like the only girl in the world. it was healing.

"not even jj?"

you chuckle and shake your head. "not even jj."

"and how do i make you feel, doll?" his head tilts to the side, an amused look on his face.

a smirk comes across your lips, eyes locking with his. "how 'bout i show you?"

—

"shit, baby, what's gotten into you?" rafe smirks against your lips, your body rolling against him and your fingers entwined in his hair.

the two of you were now in the backseat of his truck, tongues dancing together while his hands roamed over your body.

you shrug, jokingly. "wine."

"damn," he muttered. "should get you wine drunk more often."

without your lips ever leaving his, one of your hands trail down his body to slide over the hardness under his pants, eliciting a groan from him.

he pulls away and shakes his head at you, the look in his eyes hungrier than you've ever seen them. "don't tease me, pretty girl."

"i don't plan to," you smirk, hands coming between the two of you to begin unbuckling his belt.

you pull away from him and he leans back on the seat, as you position yourself on your knees, hands working at his belt to pull down his slacks and boxers. his cock springs free and you immediately wrap your fingers around it, rafe's hand landing on your ass to give it a squeeze.

you slowly lean down to take him in your mouth, your mouth swirling around his length as you cupped his balls with your hand.

"fuckkkk," rafe groans, hand trailing up to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail. "just like that, doll."

you lick up his length and swirl your tongue around his tip, making his head tilt back as he began guiding your head to bob up and down.

you feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you gag, only making rafe hotter.

you release him from your mouth, and tilt your head up to look at him as you began stroking his length up and down. "you gonna cum for me, baby?"

"uh-uh," rafe shakes his head and grabs your hand to stop you, before grabbing you by the waist to sit up so he could untie the back of your dress and pull it off you, until it's lying on the floor of his truck. "come ride me, pretty girl."

he guides your hips to move over him, and you place your hand over his shoulders, your soaked center hovering right above his length.

he doesn't give you the chance to tease him, and immediately pushed you down, his entire length sinking into you and making you throw your head back.

you begin rocking your hips against him and he groans, one hand moving up to grab your tit.

"oh rafe," you moan, your orgasm inching closer and closer as you tangle a hand into his hair and lean against him.

his lips connect to your neck and begins trailing wet kisses, his fingers pinching your nipple and heightening the pleasure you were already feeling.

"so close, baby," rafe whispers against you. "you gonna cum with me?"

"mhm," you nod, barely coherent as your high washes over you.

you tremble when rafe shoots his load and keeps you steady, his head falling against your shoulder.

"did that answer your question?" you pant.

you feel his smirk on your skin before he picks his head up to look at you. "oh yeah."

"and how do you feel about me?"

he brings a hand up and pushes you hair back, eyes scanning every inch of your face. "you're everything."

anddddd that concludes this little series... i think. i've considered writing an epilogue but it'd take place several years after this, so let me know if that's something y'all are even interested in. but until then, i'm very excited to start working on some new fics, so stay tuned :)

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[percyluvr]

hi! i loved u recent pjo angst fic, n maybe (if ur willing to write pt2!) (a bit of a back story (for the prompt) before i rq, reader & percy have always met up like every 2 weeks in a spot, n he usually forgets so reader stops coming.) reader gradually gets over him. and one evening percy & annabeth have like... an argument (on the today he and reader used to hang out on) so he goes there expecting to find her there but instead it's her n another character? (probably grover since he's also percy's best-friend, it can be another character if you wish!) n he gets kind of jealous cs their getting along more n like giggling teasing stuff and percy gets kind of jealous? (it can still be angst or fluff if you prefer.) tyty

percy jackson x reader, jason grace x reader summary: when percy's relationship ends, he goes to you hoping to get a second chance to be with you, but finds you happy and in love with someone else wc: 1714 pt 1

When Percy, whom you considered to be the love of your life, got with Annabeth, you thought your heart had shattered beyond repair. Watching them be happy, while you were completely alone, ignored by the one person that you thought understood you, had completely broken you. You found yourself at a new low, thinking of how they were probably hanging out and kissing, while you were sat at the place you and percy used to hang out, alone for the nth time. You couldn't blame Percy for forgetting, or purposefully ignoring your planned hangouts together when he had her, his dream girl. 

Eventually, you realized that your and his friendship was most likely beyond repair, and you stopped coming to the spot, I mean, it wasn't like he would notice, right? But you were wrong, he did notice. He didn't start going again, but he did realize when you were with the rest of the campers at the time the two of you would usually go to the spot to hang out, and it made him realize what he had done to your friendship. Though he now knew it was him that ruined the friendship, he tried his best to put it at the back of his mind and focus on his relationship with Annabeth.

Meanwhile, you had met Jason, or rather, began hanging out with him more. It's not like the two of you had never met before, but you'd never really clicked or anything, so the most you two did was give each other a little smile when you crossed paths, but now, it was different. You thought that this friendship was even better than what you had with Percy. Jason really understood you, he knew what it was like to lose someone that you cared so deeply about at one point in your life and have to watch them be happy with someone else, while you sit alone, thinking about all the great memories the two of you had shared.

At first, you thought you would never be able to get over Percy, even if you met someone else. 

"Jason, have you ever loved someone so deeply that you thought you would never in a million years be able to get over them?" You asked him one sunny day, as the two of you sat at the spot near the river that you and percy used to hangout all the time.

"Yeah, a few times. Only one of them was in a romantic way, though. I really thought I would never be able to get over her, but here I am now," he said, a small smile gracing his face, which was quite handsome you realized. The thought came as a surprise because you'd never really found anyone attractive when you had been completely infatuated with percy. 

"Do you think you've completely gotten over her?"

"Yeah, I think so. She's still my friend, so if she's happy, then I am, too," he says, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Do you think there's any chance for me to get over Percy completely?" You inquire.

There was a long moment of silence before he finally spoke again, "Yes, I do. and I think you know it, too."

And you realized he was right. You hadn't thought about percy in days.

The two of you continued talking, and you realized that you really were getting over Percy. It was all happening excruciatingly slowly, but it was happening nonetheless, and the more you thought about it, the more you realized that you were beginning to develop a crush on Jason.

While it was nothing in comparison to how you had once felt about Percy, you thought that maybe, just maybe, this could be good for you. Contrary to how you once felt when Percy looked at you and you saw nothing but platonic love for you in his eyes, when you looked into Jason's eyes, you definitely saw something else. Not quite love, but he was definitely interested in you, and that made you feel better than you had ever felt in your life. for once, you felt adequate about yourself. 

As you and Jason continued to hang out, you slowly realized you were falling in love, and you desperately hoped that he was too. Every lingering gaze, every lingering touch, and every word on the tip of his tongue that was left unsaid had you praying every night that he truly felt the same way about you that you felt about him.

"Hey, has anyone ever told you that you're gorgeous?" He asks you randomly one day, causing you to move your head from its place on his broad shoulder.

"No, actually. Why?" 

"Because," he takes a deep breath. "You are gorgeous, and I just thought that if no one had told you, I would want to be the one to make you realize that you are," he finally says, his hand softly running up and down your arm.

"Really? I mean, you're not just saying that, right?" You ask, turning your head down in a failed attempt to hide your flustered state.

"Of course not, I don't say things I don't mean. You are pretty and you should know that. anyone that doesn't see that is just plain stupid," he states matter-of-factly, making you smile.

"Thanks sparky," you playfully say. "If it means anything, I think you're very handsome too."

This statement, and the endearing nickname, causes all the blood to rush to his face, and you hear the way his heartbeat speeds up immediately after you say it.

You felt that this moment was what marked the start of a romance for the history books between you and Jason. And while yours and Jason's romantic journey was just beginning, Percy and Annabeth's may be ending. 

At first, their fight wasn't anything serious, but it quickly escalated as Annabeth slowly got more and more annoyed by how incompetent Percy had been acting lately. Deep down, she knew that something was up with him, and that something had to do with you, and she was almost 100% sure of that. She knew something was up, she just didn't know what.

It had started when she noticed Percy staring at you and Jason whenever you two were in view, and continued from there. Annabeth felt that he wasn't paying as much attention to their relationship, or literally anything but you and Jason for that matter, and she had enough of it, telling him to fix his priorities and quick if he didn't want to lose her.

This argument led to many others of the same variety, all of which were contributors to the inevitable breakup. He saw it coming, but didn't do anything to stop it. All he could think of was how he ruined a beautiful friendship by not being able to balance a relationship and a friendship, and now the two of you were more distant than ever. He knew that you and Jason were getting close, he just didn't know how close, and now he was experiencing the insecurity and inadequacy about himself that you did while watching him and Annabeth fall in love. 

Watching you and Jason was probably the most painful experience Percy had ever gone through in his life, which anyone would find insane if he ever told them, because really, he had been through so many things that he should consider to be more painful, but he somehow didn't.

Now, Percy wasn't a stalker or anything, but he couldn't help but notice the small things that you had once noticed about him and Annabeth when they were falling in love.

He noticed the way the two of you shyly looked at each other, you giggling and something Jason had said, which probably wasn't even that funny, Percy thought.

To say he was jealous was an understatement. The once happy and sarcastic boy was now a heartbroken, jealous, and bitter boy. He wasn't sure if he was heartbroken over his breakup with Annabeth, seeing you with Jason, or a strange combination of both, but he did know that no matter what, his heart was so shattered that he would probably never feel happy again.

This point was pushed even further when he saw the two of you happily cuddling at the campfire one night. He saw the way you were looking up at Jason, body completely leaning on him, and whispering things that must've been flirtatious judging by how Jason's face went up in flames. You two acted like you didn't care who or if anyone saw you. if it was even possible, Percy's heart broke even more.

The universe seemed to be playing a cruel joke on Percy, as your positions had now switched. He'd been going back to your hangout spot on the days you two would've hung out, and was severely disappointed each and every time when you didn't show up. 

That was, until the time you finally were there, but to his dismay, you were not alone. He didn't want to be weird, but he couldn't help it when he acted on his thoughts and hid behind a tree, intently watching the two of you interact. When he saw the two of you share a sweet kiss, he wished that he hadn't been watching, and he wished that he hadn't even come at all. He didn't know why he expected you to be there alone, not when you weren't there any of the other times. He didn't know why his heart broke more in this moment than it did when he broke up with Annabeth.

Until he did. He realized that he was in love with you, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it, because you looked at Jason like he was the only person in the world, and Jason looked at you like you personally created every good thing on earth, and there was nothing Percy could do to get in between this love, not when you finally looked happy with yourself. Not when you were happier than he had ever seen you in the 10 years he’d known you.

Not when you were more in love with Jason than you had ever been with Percy.

a/n: i went a littleee crazy with this & ik it wasn't exactly what u req but i hope u'll like this idea too!

[nrdmssgs]

König meeting civilian reader Scenario (part 2)

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Part 1 here

Huge shoutout to @ethanhoewke and @patyog for helping me realize, the second part was possible.

After a month, reader meets König once more, this time in more intimate atmosphere. König gets cuddles)

It was not an easy task to gather all your friends together. Not because your group was particularly big. You just were all growing older: some started families, others changed jobs, places of work, every next year there were more adult problems, keeping some of you away from others.

So you weren't surprised, when only a few of your friends agreed to come to that little party of yours to celebrate your move to another part of town.

You scroll down your group chat, counting, how many people will come, when you stumble upon a message of your friend, who introduced König to your company.

"I'm coming with *Königs civilian name*"

You felt, as if a little light flickered in your chest.

Even though the last time, you've seen this humble and gentle giant was almost a month ago, you still remembered him time to time and smiled. His voice, soothed and carried away by the talk, you two had, still resounded in your ears from that conversation in the bar.

Behind the menacing figure, there was a warm soul. Not a most open one, but still... You didn't need much time to figure it out.

There were these little "cracks" in his reserved demeanor. Little shy smiles, happiness flickering somewhere deep in his silver eyes, when his mind was consumed with something, he was passionate about.

You weren't sure, why exactly, but you were happy, you'd see him once again, hear his sweet accent.

The moving itself is scheduled for the next day, but this is your old tradition - to celebrate not in the new, but in the old apartment. As evening falls, your friends begin to gather.

König and your mutual friend are among the first to arrive. You greet them warmly and lead them into the living room.

He smiles, but does not look up and seems to be trying to press himself against the wall, take up less space.

You feel sorry for the poor guy, so you give him a little tour of your apartment, just to keep him busy.

"And here is my bedroom. Now it's almost full of boxes, as you can see. And the bed seems to have been taken over by Bo," you laugh, pointing at the fluffy red cat's tail sticking out from under your blanket.

He almost steps into your bedroom, but stops abruptly in midstep."E-ehm, is it ok, if I say hi to him?"

"Go on, this old buddy can be grumpy, but he enjoys a good scratch. Just don’t expect anything big from him, he isn't the most outgoing pal."

And so you leave those too alone at peace. You don't tell König, that your old cat tends to ignore strangers, unless they bring him treats.

The evening goes on, you chat with friends and almost forget about two discreet quiet buddies hanging out in the next room.

That is, until it's time for your old tradition: a ritual you've developed with your friends a long time ago. You called it "Hyde scroll". In honor of the move, you and your friends bought a roll of paper and the cheapest set of paints. The roll was laid out in an empty room and everyone had to draw or write something that is now weighing on him. Someone confessed their love, others drew caricatures of their boring colleagues or bosses. There were no restrictions or rules in this matter. At the end, the one of you who was going to move took the resulting collage with him.

And when you uncorked the sparkling wine and poured it into glasses and prepared paints and paper on the floor - you remembered that someone was missing here.

"Hey, I'm sorry, we completely forgot you here!" you stop at your bedroom door, shocked by what you see. König is sitting on the floor by the bed, and your cat Bo, who is usually not interested in guests, stretched out on his chest and pressed his red snout to Koenig's chin. Bo`s purring so loud, as he never did with you.

König seems to enjoy it so much, he would gladly purr too if he could. His massive hand covers the whole upper body of Bo, who was never considered a small cat. The other hand is rested under Bos` paws to serve him as a support.

The guy looks at you and shyly smiles. "He wanted cuddles, I guess."

"H-how did you do that?" you ask, utterly confused. "Bo is not the easiest one to make friends with..."

König looks down in embarrassment at the cat purring loudly on his chest. "I didn't do anything special, honestly. I guess, animals just love me."

You giggle and pull him by the hand to the living room, where others already enjoy their sparkling wine and creative freedom.

The appearance of König with a cat in his arms causes a sensation in the room. "This is the first time Bo has hit it off so quickly!" notices one of your friends.

You even get a little jealous of your cat. You lived with him for 13 years, and he never slept so peacefully in your arms if you got up and walked somewhere.

Perhaps it was because you were much smaller than König and the cat was not so comfortable when you walked somewhere with him in your arms.

König sits down on the floor in front of the spread paper and looks at what the others had drawn and written. Sometimes he chuckles softly, sometimes sighs tenderly. He still holds Bo carefully in his hands.

You move paint and brushes closer to him. "I can't, my hands are full. And this is where your friends should paint, not someone you see a second time," he says, looking up at you.

"Hey, we're already friends, since you almost stole my cats' heart," you get down on the floor next to him and take the cat away from him, getting a disgruntled look from Bo. "I trust my buddy here, he won't open up so easily to someone not worthy. So might as well call you my friend."

König looks taken aback by your words and you proceed. "Here, you see that small doodle at the corner? It's from our mutual friend. And you know, how our friendship started? I liked his T-shirt and I just walked up to him and asked where can I buy a same one. Fast-forward to this day - we're almost best friends. So... friendship doesn't always have to be earned or to start with anything big. Sometimes it just... you know, just starts."

His expression slowly changes to a more understanding one. You start telling him about other doodles and people behind them. In several minutes a little barely visible smile blooms on his face again.

In the end, you convince him to take a brush and paint something. You even promise not to peek as he does it.

When the evening comes to an end and almost all your friends leave, Koenig helps you clean up after the party. Almost the entire apartment is filled with boxes of things you packed for the move. You have to maneuver between them, like in a maze.

At some point, you turn from behind a mountain of boxes and almost trip over König. He catches you at the last moment and for some reason apologizes.

"You have nothing to apologize for, it's all about moving with endless boxes," you laugh back.

He looks around the rows of boxes and looks at you anxiously. "Are you going to load everything into the car tomorrow yourself?"

"Well, of course, I can ask Bo, but something tells me that he will not help me."

He chuckles as he looks back towards the bedroom, where your cat has gone. "Can I... can I help you tomorrow?"

"Hey, it won't be fun... Just a full day of loading, unloading, heavy lifting, putting oddly named furniture together. I don't think, it's something, you want to spend your time on."

"I'd be spending my time on my friend... And besides, heavy lifting never bothered me."

[phantomrose96]

OH FUCK I KNOW WHATS DRIVING ME TO DRINK ABT 938SPS

it's that Mendoza DOES put up with it! It's that everyone's put up with Carson until that single moment! It's that Mendoza nearly went with it! It's that everyone that's ever paired with Carson has been like, wow he's odious. He's the worst. But either not a single thing can be done about it or it never occurs to anyone to do anything about it, especially in conjunction with "well 8 days our time is 41 years, so what is there really to be done?"

It feels like this job would self-select for assholes & people who don't want to deal with problems - it's not like anyone will remember you by the time you get fed up and leave, after all. And where would you go, if you had a problem with a crew member? You're stuck there until you're fed up, and then where do you go from there? It's like the universe's worst cult or something. Everyone that could have talked you out of this is dead in like. 2 weeks time by your reckoning. A month out? Fucking forget it. You're stuck here before it might even hit you that you're stuck, and now the only people alive that could possibly understand you are the other schmucks that signed up for this. Honestly im unwell over this world you very casually built. Barkeep I'd like your finest chocolate milk pronto

(938 Seconds Per Second)

YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU GET IT.

That tongue-in-cheek thing Mendoza says right at the beginning about "They'll trash your application if you have anyone who could even be mistaken for a loved one" is literally because everyone you've ever known in your entire life will be dead by Week Fucking Two of your first mission.

This job cannot have--as in they WILL NOT TAKE--the kind of person who might get homesick, might miss friends and family they knew, might regret it 2+ weeks into the job at the realization that everything they ever knew is dead and gone and launch into a complete mental breakdown in deep hyperspace traveling 0.99998c where the first pit stop they could even boot your sorry ass at is 200 years ahead of and 200 lightyears away from anything you ever knew.

And you know what? This doesn't just rule out weak-willed or weak-constituted people. This rules out anyone with any human connection. This rules out nearly everyone.

And the only pool of applicants this leaves you with is dangerous. So the best you can do. The best you can select for. Are the subset of applicants who will Put Up With It. And there's no saying what "it" is. You can't expect comradery, or friendliness, or amicability, or respect. Not from a pool of workers defined by their lack of social connection. Not from people willing to take a job which kills everyone they've ever known in 14 days. The best you can select for is people who will just put up with each other. Who will endure.

Dorian is drunk out of his mind 24/7 and stubborn and stupid, but he does his job, and he causes no real trouble, and he endures. Carson fucking sucks but he does his job. Mendoza is probably the star employee of the fleet as a grounded and reasonable man who's simply prickly and anti-social. Sampson is the closest to normal and he's coming apart at the seams, because he's NOT a true shipmate, he's a scholar sent from his dying culture. Everyone he knows is dead and he's so very fucked up about it.

But there's nothing to be done. There's only enduring. Because there is no recourse that can be sought from outside the ship. What greater body is there? Anyone who might hold that power to mediate conflict or dole out justice was born and died in the 2 weeks it took for attempts at self-mediation to fail.

Someone could take a stand against Carson. Someone could get morally fed up with him, and quit in a fit of indignant rage. Give in their notice and walk off the ship whenever the next mission ends. Walk off onto some planet with no one and nothing they've ever known on it and try to start over from nothing.

And the ship would take off. And that person would be dead in 2 weeks' time. Bones on some speck of a planet. Gone. No one on the ship would have any reason to think about them ever again. That could be you, too, if you ever got properly tired of Garret Carson.

There are certain lines that can't be crossed. Killing a shipmate would get you fired. Would get you kicked off, penniless, at the next rest stop planet with whatever local officials exist being informed of your infraction. Once you're OFF ship, then laws, and governments, can apply to you.

But not on ship... Not on ship... and if you're smart--in the unfortunate way that Carson is smart--you can push your luck, right up against that line where no consequences will ever find you. Carson has done nothing fireable. Carson would have continued his days on that ship never doing anything that actually counts as fireable.

It's like the universe's worst cult or something. ...and now the only people alive that could possibly understand you are the other schmucks that signed up for this.

These people have no one going in. They have no one going out. The only human beings even still alive with them are the insufferable assholes stuck with them on the ship. There is no recourse. There is no safety net. There is no justice and no plan except to endure, because the pay is good, because you're being paid for thousands of years of work, and one day you can retire somewhere you've never been with enough money to not have to care that you know nothing and no one.

And until that day, you endure.

[jackles010378]

I can't do this anymore.

y/n isn't feeling worthy of Jensen's love. She leaves Jensen a note but will he find her in time?

This will be a two part story,

(Also no hate to Danneel I love that woman! but for this story Jensen and Danneel are divorced)

Jensen's pov:

Arriving home after a long day on set, Jensen threw his coat over the back of the couch and tossed his keys on the side. "honey I'm home" he shouted throughout the house. When you didn't answer he went searching for you. He ran up the stairs thinking you'd be having a bath, but to his dismay you weren't in there. He walked across the hall to your shared bedroom. He didn't find you there either.

He was trying to remember if you had told him that you were going out or working late, he couldn't recall. He sat on the end of the bed and pulled his phone out of his pocket and tried to call you. Nothing, it's just rang out. He gave it a few minutes and tried you again, nothing again. He kept on trying and trying till he started to panic. He got up off the bed and that's when he saw the folded piece of paper on your pillow.

He saw your handwriting, took a deep breath and began reading ................

Jensen,

By the time you've found this, I probably won't be here. Just know that I will always love you, I just can't do it anymore, I can't be here anymore. I'm so sorry my love.

Yours forever y/n

Jensen felt his chest tighten, his eyes stinging as he read the small note from the women he has loved for the past 2 years. He checked the closet and drawers and found all your clothes were still there. The only thing missing was the picture that was on your bedside table of the two of you.

2 years ago...........

He didn't think he would love again after he got divorced, but there you were, at the same bar Jared had dragged him to after the divorce was finalized. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You were with your friends celebrating your birthday. Jared noticed the way Jensen was looking at you and kept bugging him to go over and talk to you but he wouldn't. So Jared being Jared came and spoke to you for him. You felt the tap on your shoulder and turned round. You were gobsmacked to see Jared Padalecki standing in front of you. You were in so much shock that you hadn't heard Jared ask you your name. Your friend gave you a slight shove and broke from your daze "hi I'm Jared" " I know who you are" you said cutting him off, he laughed a little and took a glance at where Jensen was sitting.

You followed where he was looking, and the blush rushed to your cheeks as you connected eyes with Jensen. "So, I'm sorry I don't think I caught your name" you let out a laugh "yeah sorry I kinda cut you off there didn't I, sorry I'm y/n, it's not everyday you meet one of your favourite actors from the show you've been obsessed with for half your life" you could here yourself and mentally scolded yourself for babbling. "I'm sure, listen, me and my friend" he pointed to Jensen "would like to buy you and your friends a round of drinks if you don't mind" your friends were ecstatic, you were full of nerves as Jared called Jensen over to your booth. He sheepishly walked over, his hands in his pockets.

Jensen Ackles was now approaching your booth, to come and have drinks with you. You discreetly pinched yourself to make sure this wasn't a dream, nope you weren't dreaming! Jensen was now standing right by you. He introduced himself to your friends then turned to you "hi I'm Jensen, happy birthday" you felt the blush creep up onto your face, a slight shiver down your spine at the sound of that deep husky voice of his, "hi, I'm y/n, how did you know it was birthday?" Completely forgetting the badge your best friend had pinned on you, he tapped it. You shook hands and you both felt a spark pulsate through your arms.

After a few drinks you and Jensen had hit it off, which made Jared happy to see his friend laughing again. The night was coming to an end, it was only half past midnight but you still had work the next day. You were saying bye to your friends outside waiting for your Uber. Jared and Jensen came out and saw you waiting alone. Jensen walked over to you "we can give you a lift, if that's ok with you?" He asked with doubt in his voice. "Oh, I booked an Uber" you saw the sadness in his face when you said that "but I can cancel it, I would love for you to give me a lift home", Jensen smile stretched from ear to ear as he walked you to his and Jared's ride.

Jensen walked you to your door as Jared stayed in the car with their driver who you learnt to be called Cliff. You fumbled to get your keys out of your bag as you both stood nervously on your front porch. "So, i had a great night thanks to you and your friend, possibly the best birthday I've had to be honest" Jensen looked at you and smiled "well I'm glad we could make it one to remember sweetheart". There it was, you had dreamed about Jensen calling you that, a rush of adrenaline pumped through you and what you did next surprised you. You kissed him on the cheek. You were waiting for him to pull away through shock but when he didn't and you felt his hands rest on your waist and you relaxed. He looked straight into your eyes and you swear you saw him blush a little, his hand came up and caressed your cheek. It was like slow motion, both of you leaning closer to each other until your lips connected. It was a soft sweet kiss one which you both didn't want to break from but the honking horn said otherwise. You broke from the kiss, both with smiles on your faces. "I would love to see you again y/n, that's if you want to". You asked him for his phone and saved your number into it " well that's up to you, you have my number now so it's all on you" you opened your door turned back to Jensen and left a chaste kiss on his lips. You watched as he walked back to the car, he turned and waved and you waved back. Safe to say Jensen called you the next day to ask you out.

Present day......

Jensen was frantic, he grabbed his phone and dialled the only person he knew could help "hey bud what's up" Jared said a little too cheery "uh, Jared can you , uh can you come over. It's y/n, she erm, she gone man, she's gone" Jensen said through a shaky voice. "What do you mean she gone Jay", Jensen tried his hardest to answer Jared but he couldn't "just get over here, please" "ok Jay, I'm on my way". It didn't take long for Jared to get to Jensen. He let himself in with the hide a key and shouted for Jensen. He found him still in the bedroom clutching to the note you had left, tear stained face. Jensen showed Jared the note. Jared asked Jensen if there was anything missing and Jensen said only the picture "well that's a good thing, she'll be back man" but Jensen knew in his gut something was wrong.

The note you left made him think about the past few months. You had been withdrawing from him. He knew the busy schedule he had took its toll on you, not seeing him all that much, then seeing pictures all over social media of him out with the cast of his new show having a great time, in his mind, made you feel worse. "Jared, we gotta find her, she's not answering her phone, we need to find her" Jared stood in front of Jensen and grabbed his shoulders " okay Jay, let me call Gen, ask her to phone around to see if anyone has heard from y/n, we can take a drive around" Jensen nodded at Jared and went to grab his car key "nah, I don't think so man, your in no state to drive, I will" Jared said setting Jensen's keys back on the side "we're gonna find her Jay, we Will find her".

Part 2

@k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @kaleldobrev @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94 @stoneyggirl2

[mintsv]

Fall in love, again - S.hanbin (ch 2)

read chapter 1 here!

campus crush!hanbin x fem!reader

synopsis : you and hanbin had been best friends ever since elementary but as time went by, both of you started to grow apart. You were striving academically while he was focused on chasing his dreams. By the end of high school, you eventually lost contact. Months went by and you got a scholarship to a famous college, you swore you were gonna move on until a familiar face showed up in your campus, your first love, sung hanbin.

genre : romance ; college au ; angst ; fluff ; hurt/comfort

wc : 3k

warnings : slight injury ; mention of blood ; cursing / swearing

Days passed by, nor you or hanbin has made an effort to talk again. you missed him, and he missed you too. the more time passed by, the more you realize that you couldn't stop thinking about him. you lost your focus in lectures, forget to submit assignments, spend all night studying but forget it the next day. the straight A's you managed to obtain started to decrease day by day, so you had no other choice but to overwork yourself, pushing your limits further in order to not disappoint your peers. and it seemed to have worked, the more you pushed yourself, the less you thought about hanbin.

Little did you know, hanbin noticed your change in demeanor. even though he was surrounded by his friends, he couldn't help but think of you the same way you've been thinking of him. on times where the two of you were in the same lecture, he'd often glance at you typing away at your computer or rubbing your eyelids. he noticed the particular black underlines beneath your eyes. he noticed how clumsy you were nowadays, tripping over or dropping your books. he noticed how you bite on your nails and furrow your eyebrows when you can't solve an equation. he noticed them all.

he wanted nothing but to explain everything to you, to clear up the misunderstanding that's been going on for years, but something inside of him tells him it wasn't the right time. so he stuck to the one thing he was good at, admiring you from afar.

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"y/n can you take these documents to professor lee? thank you!" one of your peers spoke from behind you, dropping a stack of heavy files on your arms and before you could retort back, he had already walked past you, slinging his arm on some random girl and walking away as you struggled to balance your books and the files you now had to deliver.

from the corner of your eye you could spot hanbin talking to his friends, you thought he didn't notice you but he felt your stare and unconsciously looked towards you. In a panic, you quickly averted your gaze but something had slipped in front of your feet making you trip on said object. the files you were once holding were now scattered on the floor, thankfully there weren't too many people around but still, your face flushed beet red out of embarrassment.

"oh god i'm so sorry!" a voice rang through your ears and suddenly there was a brunette kneeling in front of you, helping you pick up the files you dropped and standing up to offer you a hand.

you took his hand and stood up groaning from the pain. a sting was felt on your right knee and you sigh when you see a newly formed bruise, similar to the ones you used to get as a kid. the man in front of you also seemed to notice as he mumbled more apologies.

you finally looked up to the said man to see that it was one of the guys in hanbin's huge friend group, seok matthew.

"I'm so sorry, it's completely my fault i didn't see where the ball was going, please forgive me i'll do anything!" he bowed 90 degrees to you and put his hands together. you assumed he was a freshman like you from the way his overly polite attitude and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"it's okay, i was also at fault for not paying attention, just be more careful next time.. both of us that is." he looked back up, his eyes visibly relieved as he gave you a wide smile. he offered to help you carry the immensely heavy documents and gave you a band aid for the bruise on your knee.

you weren't sure, but from the corner of your eye you could see hanbin clenching his fists and his eyes held an emotion between sadness and anger, but you brushed it off as nothing as you continued your way to the professor lee's office with matthew.

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you and matthew started hanging out more, he would accompany you when you were studying in the library, share you his lunch when you forget yours, and constantly follows you around. you didn't exactly mind his presence but everytime you looked at him you could only think of his friend, the thought of that made you feel guilty for matthew. he had done nothing wrong but you just can't seem to reciprocate his efforts to befriend you.

you were currently eating lunch and studying with your dorm mate in the dining hall. your head felt dizzier than usual, your eyes couldn't focus on the words written on your textbook, and to top it off there was still a stinging bruise on your right knee that you covered with some baggy jeans. suddenly, the chair in front of you creaked and you looked up to see matthew.

"hey, can i sit here?" he pointed at the seat across from you, smiling to you and your friend.

"umm, sure?" your friend responded as she continued to eat her food, paying him no attention as she was busy taking notes from your text book.

"y/n what's your next lecture?" matthew spoke as he put down his eating utensils, now gazing at you with a thin lipped smile.

"i think it's humanities and social science, why? are you also gonna be there?" you ask curiously as you put a spoonful of food in your mouth.

"oh what a shame.. mines art and culture, but i think my friend hanbin is also going to your lecture after this." you almost choked on your food only from mention of his name, gulping down your water to cover it up.

"that's great.. sorry matt but i think i should go now i have a lot of studying to do" you were lying, you were almost done revising the whole semester's lessons and the truth was you were planning to go to the bathroom or get some fresh air in hopes of easing up your head ache.

"wait, i'll walk you there since your hall is near mine." before you could take more steps, matthew appeared beside you with his usual bright smile.

you would feel even more guilty if you rejected him so you just nodded at him in response. While the both of you were walking, matthew constantly initiated small talk with you.

"how was your day?" you'd respond with a fine and ask him back.

"what were you studying before?" you showed him your textbook and he replied with an 'oh' while nodding.

you felt extremely bad for not reciprocating his bright energy like you usually could, but your feet were aching and the head ache got worse. you could barely think straight and you didn't want to hurt matthew's feelings so you used the last of your consciousness to look like you were enjoying his conversations.

but that was short-lived as he took notice of your obvious struggling.

"y/n are you okay? you're really pale and sweaty." he had stopped walking, going in front of you and holding onto your shoulders while one hand tried to check your temperature.

"no matt, i don't have a fever it's just a minor head ache it'll go away." before you could assure him with a smile, your body went limp and your eyes blacked out.

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matthew who was standing in front of you thankfully caught you before you fell to the ground. he stood in panic, holding both of your shoulders and keeping you upright.

"y/n? hey are you okay? y/n!" he shook you a few times and seeing that you weren't responding he did the most logical thing he could think of, calling sung hanbin.

matthew sat you down on the floor with your back touching the wall, a few minutes passed after the 10 second phone call with him and hanbin and for a moment matthew thought his friend wouldn't even show up. but he was wrong, hanbin rushed out of his lecture room, the one you were also supposed to be in as he ran to the location matthew told him.

when he arrived, the first thing he saw was your limp body leaning on the wall. hanbin wasted no time and picked you up bridal style, he even forgot about the existence of his friend that called him there.

"hyung! I'll take her to the infirmary, just lead me there." matthew stopped his tracks, holding his wrist as his voice was stern.

"no it's fine i'll take her, just go to your next class matt." even though hanbin was slightly annoyed, he still smiled warmly to his friend.

"but i.. okay fine." matthew couldn't do much, he just accepted it and walked back to his class even though he was still worried about you.

the moment matthew started walking away, hanbin was already speeding across the campus heading to the infirmary. on his way there, he couldn't help the way his heart was beating abnormally fast. he was almost mad at himself for not taking action beforehand, why didn't he notice your symptoms earlier? could he have prevented this from happening? thoughts ran through his head as he was running hastily, his footsteps echoing the halls. People stared, but he simply didn't care.

upon arriving at the infirmary, hanbin gently laid you down on the beds and called a nurse to inspect you. a few moments later you fluttered your eyes, the light above you hitting your eyes making you squint. on your right you saw a figure of a man who seemed to be deep in thought, remembering the previous events, you called out to him.

"matthew?" you spoke in a low voice, squinting more to focus your eyes on the silhouette.

it was when you realized who it really was, you quickly averted your gaze. the boy seemingly sighed, bending down to be eye level with you before speaking.

"please look at me y/n." his voice was soft and gentle, as he was trying his best not to frighten you. you took notice and it made your heart almost melt.

but every muscle in you was rejecting the man's plea, his eyes were the reason you fell for him, his eyes were the reason why you were hurt when you realized you could never stare into them again. you feared that if you oblige, you might experience the same longing again, the same infatuation again, and of all the same hurt again.

carefully, hanbin placed the palm of his hand on top of yours, radiating a certain warmth that you missed so badly. the more he waited, the more his confidence faltered. you took notice of this from the way he gradually hung his head down more and more, now the both of you were staring at the floor in a tense atmosphere.

hanbin was about to retract his hand, but you've had enough of beating around the bush. you held him by the wrist before he could move one more inch, mustering up all the courage you never thought you had in you.

"explain." one simple word.

you didn't know where the confidence came from, maybe it was from seeing hanbin so defeated that it awoke something in you. you eyes finally met his, hoping the anxiety behind yours wasn't evident enough for him to see through.

the moment your eyes meet, the spark that was once lost in hanbin's eyes came back almost instantly. to you, his stare was deathly. accompanied by his endearing smile and whisker dimples, you were right, you definitely fell in love again.

his free hand reached yours as he put both of your hands inside his in a protecting manner. he caressed the back of your palm sweetly with his thumb before beginning to speak.

"first of all, i'm sorry. i'm sorry for everything." never once did he break eye contact with you, mumbling these words sincerely and you know he's going to mean everything he says.

"I'm going to be honest with you, 100%. during high school i messed up and i know that. i never meant to hurt you but i did and you don't know how many nights i spent thinking about it. no excuse could cover up my mistake but i'm going to tell you what really happened because you deserve to know."

"you know how my sister often has sport tournaments, one day fell when she was rock climbing so i had to check up on her. mom was too busy taking care of the cafe and dad was also severely ill at that time. one day, i received a call from mom telling me to go back home. at first, i thought i would just be staying for a few days but those days became weeks and those weeks became 3 years. areum fractured her right leg and someone had to take care of dad, i'm sorry if this feels too sudden for you, you don't have to forgive me but please just talk to me." you were stunned, but you had one last question.

"why didn't you reach out to me?" the question that kept you up at night, you hoped he'd continue to answer truthfully.

"because i was scared."

for the first time, he looked down at his lap. tears were starting to well up in your eyes, you were angry at his excuse but you held yourself back from lashing out and let him explain himself.

"i can't hold it anymore y/n, the truth is i like you, shit no i love you so so much. you don't know how nervous i was to tell you about my sudden leave, hell i could barely sleep at night. i was an asshole, the biggest jerk and i didn't deserve you. i thought it was impossible for you to like me back, so i left." a single tear slid down your cheeks, you were mad at him, so so mad but you couldn't do anything but let more tears fall down.

"fuck you." your fist hit his shoulder, he had his own pool of tears welling up but he continued let you hit his shoulder, chest, and arm as if he was accepting his punishment.

but you weren't that angry, you knew deep down that was what you would've done if you were in his position too. run away from your feelings, because that's what you also did.

you get off the bed and kneet down in front of him, the tears staining your cheeks with your nose becoming beet red. you were going to land another fist to his chest when his hand stopped you, pulling your wrist as you crashed into hanbin's chest and now sitting on his lap. he wasted no time but to embrace you, cradling your head with one of his palms as the other lays on the small of your back. you shut your eyes, breathing in his cologne as you bury yourself in the crook of his neck. hanbin had his head on top of yours, caressing your soft locks as he breathed in your scent.

you both stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other's embrace as the peaceful silence took over. slowly, you retracted your head from hanbin's neck and gazed into him before speaking.

"i hate you for the times you made me cry in my bed for nights on end, i hate you for leaving me behind so suddenly, i hate you for only explaining everything to me now. but i can't help but fall for you each and every time." you just finished crying but you feared if you continued further then you'd start crying into hanbin's chest again.

with your words, hanbin leaned closer until your noses were touching. his right hand coming up to cup your cheeks almost feather-like.

"may i?" you didn't verbally respond as you wasted no time to connect your lips with his.

the kiss was tender, soft, and compassionate as if your lips were molded together. those years of build up led to this, feeling a warmth erupt in your chest as you savored your first kiss. hanbin put his free hand on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

when you finally let go to catch some air, you stared into his eyes withholding all types of emotions but there was one particular emotion that stood out the most, love.

your eyes flicker to his face, seeing how he somehow became even more handsome. suddenly you understood all the hype about him, you smiled shyly feeling your face turn crimson red as you realize the position you were both in.

"oh uhm, sorry." hanbin muttered, his own face turning bright red as you got out of his lap.

"soo.. does that mean i'm your boyfriend now?" hanbin asked, biting his lip in anticipation while you were holding in a giggle.

"yeah.. i think." you answer timidly, as you were facing each other with a bigger distance this time.

you couldn't help the smile that crawled onto your face in response, hanbin's face copying yours. sitting on the ground of the infirmary, you two looked like a high school couple who just confessed their love to each other.

"oh, i have one more favor to ask!" hanbin chirped, looking a bit more serious this time.

"if you overwork yourself one more time, i'm breaking up with you." you knew he meant that in a playful way from the way he was holding in a smile.

"Yes sir, understood." you both erupt into a pit of giggles, enjoying each others company as minutes pass by.

you couldn't believe it, the campus heart throb was betrothed to you out of all people! it all felt unreal to you and hanbin felt the same way. the childhood best friend he'd been crushing on badly for years on end was finally his, suddenly he didn't care as much to become an idol because now his life revolved around you, the love of his life who made him fall in love over and over again.

chapter 2 - end

(yeouwch that took long to write im very sorry iv'e been really busy nowadays, i dont think this needs a chapter 3? tell me what you guys think tho!! AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT!! it was insane i woke up to so many likes i jumped out of joy. also i'm going to start accepting requests you can just ask me what to write but im still new to tumblr so i might be a lil bad. i think that's all, once again thank u so much the support means EVERYTHING to me ilyy byee)

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[rainthespiritual]

Omg for your pre-death Tate fanfic maybe you could do them as friends at childhood and they slowly drift apart and y/n sorta forgets about Tate but he thinks about her everyday and then she catches him doing cocaine or cutting himself in the school bathroom and y/n realises Tate needs support so she be's that for him and stuff

pt 1 , pt 2

PRE-DEATH TATE LANGDON FIC

Okay im kind of really proud of this fic ITS SO GOOD (or maybe I'm just delusional... anywaysss.)

btw some trigger warnings for the series as a whole are deffinetly: drug abuse , depression , suicide , and topics similar to that even if they don't show up in this specific part THEY WILL EVENTUALLY so I just want yall to be warned ty

TRIGGER WARNINGS : tate langdon is a tw tbh and American horror story in general, smoking, talk of abusive dad and family slightly(it'll be talked abt more in other parts), angst, this part is more tame that the other parts will be and thats all... for now.

Summery: Y/n stumbles into the bathroom only to find old childhood friend Tate...

also sorry if formatting is shit I'm using my phone fml

You walk with your friends down the hall you've seen again and again, tuning them out almost completely like usual. They talk a lot of shit about people you don’t even know. And while gossip can be fun, they are just over the top with it. Every day, it seems they’ve found another thing to complain about.

"___ are you even listening? This is way serious!" you look towards them bags under your eyes they didn't even notice, they never ask or worry about you but expect all of that from you. It was extremely draining, and you often wondered why you still hung around them. But the fear of being alone was stronger than the need to be treated better. You didn’t have anyone else.

"oh no sorry, I was thinking about the project I have to do for Mrs.Ross. Hey, you guys go ahead of me I gotta head to the powder room real quick.." they try talking to you more but you manage to peel yourself away from them as fast as you can, basically sprinting to the bathroom.

You fall sitting on the floor releasing a sigh, glad you could now get a moment of peace and silence.

"___?" your eyes dart open hearing a familiar voice.. a familiar male voice.. in the girl's bathroom?

"Tate? what- what are you doing in here?" you look at him, slightly shocked. You hadn’t spoken to him in what seemed like forever. But truthfully, it had only been a couple of years, well maybe more than that, but long enough for him to have grown. He looks less like a boy, and more like a man now.

"I mean, I should probably be asking you that.. this is the boys' bathroom." He smiles slightly and you notice he's sitting on the counter where the sinks are.

"oh, I- I must have come in the wrong one. I'm sorry.." you look at him again, noticing how much older he looks than when you last saw him. Well, you saw him in the halls and even smiled or waved at him slightly, but you never really talked to him.

"ahh, it's fine. No one else is here just me. I think everyone's in class or at least getting there. The bells are about to ring." he smiles again wiping his nose slightly sniffling it, and you wonder why. ‘Maybe it's allergies’ you think.

"What are you doing up there?" You ask, signaling to the way he's sitting.

"Well, this bathroom is the least used so no one comes in usually.." mumbling a bit he avoids the question, now nervously playing with his fingers.

"I didn't know that, that doesn't answer my question tho. why sit up here?" you stand going to where he is climbing up to sit next to him.

"well just normal stuff I guess." he looks at you slightly thinking a bit before pulling a pack of cigarettes out making you gulp slightly. The only cigarettes you had encountered had been your father's. You tried smoking one when you were 13 but you immediately regretted it vowing to never smoke one again.

"you want one?" he asks smirking slightly at you.

"Oh- no thanks I don't smoke." he laughs slightly putting one in his mouth and lighting it.

"didn't think so." he inhales and puffs the smoke out and you wonder how he can do that without feeling completely ill.

"what does that even mean, I didn't think you smoked but you do so...." you fumble with your fingers slightly nervous around the now much older boy. The last time you talked to him he had to be 11. Maybe 12. It had been years, and you wondered why, why didn't we talk why did we stop being friends..

"well you look innocent, and like you've never touched anything ever." he laughs slightly, "could be wrong though." he continues smoking the cigarette, shaking the ashes from it into the sink. you assume so they can wash down.

"Well I've smoked once, I just absolutely hated it.  mostly did it to spite my dad I guess" you admit, slightly watching him.

"How old were you? you always did hate that fucker. I remember us hiding his beers and shit so he wouldn't be able to find them, he'd get so mad." He states you both laugh slightly.

"I was thirteen? Maybe fourteen. somewhere around there. and I don't hate him, he's just overly annoying all the time."

he laughs slightly thinking the way you feel about the whole thing is cute.

His eyes look you over multiple times, he is clearly taking you in. He had seen you around since the last time you talked but not this full on. Only from afar, never up close. He enjoyed seeing the way you grew into the body he once knew, the face he knew. You looked so much older now it kind of made him sad, seeing how much time had gone by. It really made him think. He wished he had talked to you or atleast tried too, but seeing you with your new friends made him nervous. He never was one to fit in with the popular crowd so he avoided you. And now he deeply regrets it realizing how stupid he was.

"Well. If I'm remembering correctly you kind of did hate him. He was an asshole to you, don't know if that's still true but.. it's what I remember so." you sigh knowing he's partially correct.

"So you're just in here to smoke? or what. I mean you could do that after school or whatever." You ask slightly to change the subject but also because you just are genuinely curious.

"Well.." he starts but stops to think looking away fumbling with his pocket slightly  and you can tell there's something inside. It seems to be a little tin but you can't be sure. "I just wanted to be alone I guess , away from the chaos that is a highschool hallway." he finishes putting his cigarette out and back in the box, you assume to finish later as you've learned from your dad. You both sit in silence for a bit and you realize how weird it is that you came to the same bathroom for the same reason, but there's also a slight comfort in the thought. Knowing you weren't the only one sick of all the noise was comforting because that meant you weren't that weird. Or at least you weren't the only weird one. Either way it made you feel a little better, and it made you wonder more and more why you let this sweet sarcastic boy go.

"That's why I came in here too, I just was.. Over it I guess. Done with being around other people.." you look away slightly avoiding his gaze, him staring at you so intensly made you nervous. Without hesitation he asks you something you don't expect.

"Do you like to be around me?" It's such a bold and forward question that you don't really expect from him. His tone is serious and you realise how much closer he is now, his eyes look into yours and you stare back. The silence says more to both of you than words ever could and it feels like forever almost, when in reality it was only like 30 seconds.

"I do yeah, I feel like you actually know me." He smiles at your words looking away for a moment taking it all in. His eyes meet yours again and he leans in closer. His eyes go to your lips and back to your eyes a couple times, and your eyes do the same.

"Excuse me is anyone in here?" Both your eyes widen slightly hearing a teacher opening the door slightly. Tate jumps off the sink now looking at the door then at you. He signals for you to hide in one of the toilet stalls, which you immediately do. You sit up on the toilet so your feet aren't seen through the slit at the bottom and you hear him start the sink. You think, 'probably to wash down the ashes'.

The teacher walks, his voice loud.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class Mister Langdon?" You cover your mouth trying to conceal your breathing, and you hope it works.

"I mean yeah but.. Y'know.." You can't see him but you assume he gestures towards the bathroom, and the teacher let's out a loud sigh.

"Uh huh, and any idea why the bathroom smells like smoke?" the teacher talks in a angry tone and you feel bad hoping he doesn't get into trouble.

"No idea sir, it smelled like that when I got here." The teacher sighs again almost like he doesn't believe him.

"Okay well come with me, I'll make sure you get to class on-time." you hear them walk out, and the door shut.

Still slightly frozen you stay for a moment  but tense up when the door opens again.

"Meet me here again tommorow, same time." you take a sigh of relief realizing it's just Tate again. With that he walks out again saying something about how he got what he left in the bathroom.

You sigh in relief again kind of asking yourself what the hell just happened. It was weird seeing how affected you were from it all day. It was all you could think about in class, and at lunch. Even at home when you were laying in bed alone, it was weird seeing how one boy you knew so long ago could effect you now. You kind of enjoyed the feeling. The anticipation. You were excited to see him the next day, and you wondered what would happen.

'I guess I'll just have to find out tomorrow..' you thought to yourself. I guess you just will.

[3mcwriting]

Regret, Part 1: Broken Promises

A/N: In this AU Steve is lead singer of the band, the Avengers. You (the reader) are his girlfriend, and you have been his girlfriend since before he got famous. Also, this reader drinks alcohol so I apologize if you don't.

Warnings: implied smut (nothing descriptive), language, cheating, angst, alcohol consumption, and Steve Rogers being a complete idiot

Regret Masterlist

"Hey Steve, I was thinking we should order a-" you stopped, noticing the pair of heels that definitely weren't yours thrown on the floor.

Ok well maybe Nat came over? You reasoned, knowing that your best friend who was the most awesome friend ever, would never even think of hurting you.

Calm down (y/n) you're probably just overreacting.

But then you heard it.

The groans, the voice pleading, "Don't stop Steve, I'm almost there."

And you stepped into the room.

Only to see your boyfriend of 3 years with his face in between the legs of a woman who you had trusted.

Sharon.

Fucking.

Carter.

The woman you'd been friends with for 2 years, the woman who once told you that she was disgusted by cheaters.

Well, obviously that changed, because she was right there.

Her eyes shut as his face moved, gripping his hair and pulling. And Steve groaning, with his mouth still on her.

"What the fuck."

Sharon's eyes snapped open, Steve abruptly stopping as they both turned to stare at you.

"Don't-fucking-worry," you told them, lip curling in disgust. "I'll be gone soon, I just gotta pack and you can get back to your....activities."

Steve stepped away from Sharon. "Why are you packing?"

You snorted. "Look at the woman on our bed, why the hell do you think I'm packing?" You stuffed your clothes into a bag, too angry to look at the two people who had betrayed your trust.

"Calm down, don't pack," Steve said, voice annoyingly placating. "Sharon was just leaving."

Sharon nodded, running out of the room with her clothes.

Don't forget your clothes, you fucking asshole!" you called out, only to hear your apartment door open and shut. You turned to Steve. "Oh, well that makes it all better," you told him sarcastically, hoisting your duffel bag over your shoulder.

"Why are you so pissed? She's gone so why are you still fucking packing?" He asked, voice rising.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" Your face went hot with rage at his angry tone. "You're not the one who got fucking cheated on by the person you've been with for 3 years! You have no fucking right to be angry! You know what?! Get out! I bought this apartment! So get the fuck out!"

He clenched his jaw, voice low. "I know you don't mean that. Wait until you calm down, we have to talk and I know you don't want to break up with me."

"Oh, eat shit, Rogers. Get the fuck out of my apartment."

"You don't know what you're saying, but I'll go because I know you'll be begging me to come back tomorrow," he declared.

"Don't come back."

You tore the sheets from your bed once he was gone, showing them into a trash bag because you knew that you sure as shit were never using those again.

"Nat, get over here and bring the booze and the ice cream," you said into your phone.

"On it."

•••••

"What an asshole! That motherfucker better not come back or I'll beat the shit out of him!" Natasha slurred, the half drunk bottle of tequila next to her.

You picked it up, taking a swig. "I know! I hate him so much! You know I was sooooooo stupid I fell in love with him," you told her with a hiccup. You picked at your fingers dazedly. "Why did he do it? He's such a piece of shit and I hate him."

"Don't worry, you'll find some hot as fuck man with a fine ass and killer abs. And hey! Chin up! You're a badass bitch who is a complete queen! And you have the most amazing best friend ever!" She cheered, making you giggle.

~~

"Ow, shit," you muttered, rubbing your throbbing head. "How much did we drink last night?"

"I think we downed the whole bottle," Nat groaned out, her hand shielding her eyes. "Why is it so bright?"

~~

The next day, (once you'd gotten rid of your hangover) you packed up Steve's things.

As you stood there with your hands on your hips, surveying your now much emptier apartment, memories of you and Steve flashed through your min. Cuddling on the couch while watching movies together. Him cooking you breakfast on the weekends.

Memories that would never be repeated.

You picked up your phone, dialing Steve.

He picked up on the first ring, "I knew you couldn't last long without-"

"Get over here," you told him, promptly hanging up the phone. You stacked all the boxes and put them near the door. You rubbed your neck, fingers brushing the fine chain hanging there. You went in front of a mirror, looking at the small heart pendant that rested over your chest.

You took it off, eyes locked on the small rose engraved on the heart.

A memory of him telling you, "You're my rose, and you'll always be in my heart," as he handed it to you bashfully.

The skinny boy from Brooklyn who loved art and singing songs to you when you were sad. The person who always stood up for what was right, always believed in the good in people.

The boy you fell in love with.

You sighed, wiping the tears from your eyes.

He doesn't deserve your tears.

You took a deep breath, wiping your eyes to make sure they weren't wet when there was a knock on the door.

You briskly walked to the door and opened it, knowing full well who stood just outside.

"Babe-"

You cut him off, "Here's your stuff and make sure you grab everything because you are not welcome to come back."

He protested, "this is our apartment-"

"No, it isn't. I own it." Your voice began to rise. "Now hurry up and pack then get out of here."

"Please, babe, I love you. Don't do this."

You looked at him with disgust.

How did the kindest person you'd ever met become like this?

"You should've thought about that 'love' before you stuck your face between Sharon's legs."

Half an hour later he had packed up all his stuff.

"Oh, Steve before you go, here," you told him, tossing him the necklace that you had never taken off until that very day.

He paled. "What are you doing? You promised you'd always wear that."

"And you promised you'd always treat me right. Guess we're both breaking promises now."

[lornalex]

Fool's Gold Chapter 3

Vox x reader

Summary: You're a powerful overlord. Vox is an idiot.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Alastor’s return came as a surprise to everyone, including you. At the 5 or 6 year mark you had determined that Alastor must’ve found something way better than torturing souls in the Pride circle and given up on him ever resurfacing. So, when you were watching tv waiting for Vox to get out of a meeting and saw him in a commercial for the princess of hell’s hotel, to say you were shocked is an understatement. Shooting Vox a quick text, saying you'll meet him later, you teleport yourself to the run down hotel on the other side of town.

You were startled at how quick the door opened after you knocked. The blonde princess smiling brightly at you, “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” she exclaims before, pulling you in by the wrist. “I’m so happy you decided to try to be redeemed!” she continued before you could get a word out.

“Uh- Charlie,” Angel attempted, sitting up in his spot on the couch.

“I’m Charlie! What’s your name?” she urged, shooting Angel a look. 

“Y/N!” you hear the crackle of the Radio Demon behind you. 

“Y-y/n? L-like the-e Y/N?” Charlie fumbled, Vaggie walking up behind her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Meanwhile, you had turned to your deer old friend, and harshly slapped him across the face. The room grew silent, as the employees and patron of the hotel stared in shock. 

“Hahaha! Y/N! It's good to see you're still doing well for yourself!” Alastor cackled, breaking the tension. 

“Where the hell have you been, Allie? And you didn't come see me when you got back?” you accosted him. Charlie muttering ‘Allie?’ to the girl next to her.

“Oh I was here, there, everywhere ,” his neck turned at an unnatural angle, “and as for you, I heard you were hanging around that annoying television demon!”

“You introduced me to him?” you asked. 

“Yes, well, that was before I knew he was intolerable,” Alastor examined his claws.

You snorted, smiling at your friend, “It’s good to have you back, Allie.” 

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You didn't know the extent at which your boyfriend and best friend hated each other until the broadcasting war that happened when Valentino informed Vox of Alastor’s return. But seeing it get Vox all worked up, made you want to aggravate him a little more using their feud. 

So, you started hanging around the hotel more and purposefully blowing Vox off. It wasn't until Sir Pentious arrived and started planting cameras that Vox realized just where you'd been spending your time, or better yet with whom you'd been spending your time.

When you returned to his apartment that night, it had become a routine if you hadn't seen each other all day, you found him sitting in his armchair, gripping a glass of whiskey so tight it was beginning to fracture. 

“Hey Voxy,” you float over to him, leaning down to run your hand along the side of his head. 

“Don’t,” he states firmly, turning his head away from you. 

“What's wrong?” you pout, sitting on the couch he was now looking towards. 

“What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG?” his grip on the glass finally shatters it, sparks dancing along his body. “YOU TRAITOROUS WHORE! YOU'VE BEEN HANGING AROUND WITH THAT- WITH THAT ELDERLY TECHNOPHOBE!” You raise an eyebrow at his volume of voice, “Actually, you know what? Just LEAVE ! I WANT YOU OUT OF MY SIGHT !” His screen began to flicker blue, and you obey, not one to partake in a screaming match. 

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After you had actually left, Vox felt an overwhelming amount of remorse. He tried talking to Val, but he told him to forget you, and how could he? You had quite literally changed his life. It only got worse when he looked at the security cameras around the city and didn't find you anywhere. Only catching a flicker of you once walking with Angel, before your form completely alluded his technology. 

He even sent drones to that dreaded Hazbin Hotel, hoping to just get close enough to garner your attention. But the second the drones were within 500ft of the building they went dark. What more could he do? Go to the hotel? He knew you were staying there, but hell , that is suicide. 

The only thing he could think of was to go back to his old notes from before you were together. From his notes and vague memories talking to you about your day, he knew you would always meet with Carmilla at The Red Room on Tuesday afternoons for drinks. He could only hope that you’d stick to your schedule. 

Not having any way of knowing when you were going to show up, Vox hid in one of the alleyways near the bar, he wore an outfit he wouldn't normally be caught dead in, but he was going for a look somewhere between ‘incognito’ and ‘I’m miserable without you’. When a waft of your favorite scent made its way to his nose, he stumbled out of the alley ungracefully, landing right in front of you. 

“Y/N,” he coughs, putting on his best sad face. You didn't buy it, rolling your eyes and stepping around him. “Wait- Y/n!” he croaks out, this time catching your attention. “I’m- I’m sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. It’s just that- ugh that goddamn Radio Demon makes me SO MAD !” He clenches his fists.

“What's the deal with that anyways?” you ask curiously, almost ignoring the fact that his apology made your heart skip a beat. 

He sighs, “If I tell you, will you come home?”

You ponder this for a second, before your eyes light up mischievously, “Maybe,” he looks at you skeptically, “If I do… Will you be a good boy? ” 

He whimpers. Soft and pathetic, just the way you liked him. “ Yeah, ” he says breathlessly. 

You grin, stepping forward and grabbing his hand, teleporting back to his apartment.

[probablynot-john]

Oki doki, after the last season of lower decks just ended, I feel like this is a good time to point out some things.

If you think that they're " just friends" still, yeah, i get it. But in case you've forgot, here is a chronological list of everything they have done for eachother:

1. Rutherford spent the entire day looking for a job in a different department, when he already loves his job more than anything, just so he could spend time with her (S1:E2).

2. Rutherford shows her Badgy to help her train for a test (the moon walking scene is so cute). And then when Badgy tries to kill them, he admits "I was just trying to impress Tendi! She's so cute!" As he tries to sacrifices himself for her (S1:E6).

3. She is devastated when he went on the packled ship to save the crew. And when he had his implant ripped out she sat next to his bed every day and read to him every day until he woke up. And then he didn't remember her, she was on the verge if tears, but instead she just says "now we can be best friends all over again!" (S1:E10).

4. When his personality shifts by slightest degree, (he suddenly likes pears) she notices and tries to help. Violently. She was scared that he would forget her again. And rather than be mad that she ruined his date and chased him through a hallway, he gives her understanding, compassion and a hug! "Also don't date Barns" (S2:E1).

5. They built the same model ship over and over again together just so they could spend time alone together. He was so upset that he was "a year behind in being your friend" and that he couldn't remember what he did last year. To make him feel better, she got them a new model they could do together (S2:E6).

6. She thought he was dead and that it was her fault for asking him to step out of his comfort zone and try engineering on a different ship. She refuses to accept that he's gone and searches the other ship for him. He's completely fine when she finds him but she's still traumatized by the end of the episode (S2:E7).

7. They incorrectly suspect that Tendi is going to be transferred off the Cerritos so they spend the day together doing everything they loved on the ship, including the jefferies tube where they watched the stellar anomaly from S1:E2. Of course, she actually gets a promotion and he gives her a hug (S2:E10).

8. When he forgot her, he started saving 3 copies of every moment that he spent with her in his memory banks so he wouldn't forget. He spent so much time with her that it filled his brain and was causing malfunctions (S2:E10).

9. When they were grounded on earth for the trial they spent the entire time sightseeing together until they had to go do plot stuff (S3:E1).

10. Ruthorford loses control of his body to an "evil" version of himself and his first thought is "I need to contact Tendi, she'll know what to do!" And then he's so scared for her when his evil self goes to find her. This episode broke me(S3:E5).

11. Tendi is frustrated dealing with another Orian in starfleet. Honestly I didn't love Ruthorford in this episode, but "it was nice to meet another Orian, but I'd rather just spend time with you!" She's worried that he'll think less of her when he finds out she was a pirate. But he tells her that it's a part of her and he already likes her for who she is, and encourages her to embrace her heritage (S3:E6)

12. She's upset when he doesn't take her roll in a holosimulation seriously. But when she explains why she's upset, she admits out loud for the first time that she wants to be a captian. And he becomes her biggest supporter (S3:E8).

13. "It's gonna be weird not sleeping 5ft away from you, not having your muttering to lull me to sleep" she encourages him to speak up for himself so he can get the recognition he deserves so he can be promoted along side her. Also he's been declining promotions all year just so he can stay the same rank as her (S4:E2).

14. I don't want to spoil the rest of season 4, but oh my gosh, Ferangi Hearth Place. Everything about this episode is amazing. They have to pretend to be a married couple to go on a vacation."Why can't a symbol of love be gorgeous green eyes?" Or "I can't wait to walk around our shared room in nothing but a pair of your boxers completely topless. " Come on! This might be my favorite episode of the series. Not even just for the ships, Self Sealing Stembolts! *Chants Rom and Leeta to the theme of Bob The Builder* (S4:E6).

15. I don't want to spoil the season final, but oh my gosh, he was devastated, and so was I! (S4:E10).

Okay, I know Star Trek has a horrible history of ships falling apart. But romantic ships and actual ships. I would have been perfectly happy with them being best friends, but after rewatching the series, I would be quite disappointed if they didn't at least kiss.

So what do you think, are they still just friends?

[furbygoblinxiv]

For Inktober, I like doing personal challenges. This year? That challenge is gonna be detailing out some of the media rewrites/aus that I have laying around, compiling my ideas into one spot.

First up! Miraculous Ladybug! A show I stopped watching after 2 seasons but kept up with tangentially lol. I used to have a lot of ideas and expectations for this show, but sadly never had those fulfilled. I will likely never post anything Miraculous related again btw.

More rewrite info, elaboration, and the villain picture below! Warning you tho, this is like a personal archival post for me, so the following is Very Long, like 3k words. You've been warned.

if this makes no sense then actually yes it does anyways

So! This idea originates from how I found out about Miraculous Ladybug. I saw art of it, I googled it, and the Wikipedia page filled my head with so many ideas that are never expanded upon in the show. Marinette is a fashion student and a hero! That love for fashion would be such a fun thing to bake into her character and the world! And yet while they up something like that in the show, it's never fully realized. Hence, rewrite.

The basic frame of how my Miraculous AU rewrite (that's been cooking since like season 3 i suppose) would be based on the idea of logos, pathos, and ethos. Marinette as being logos, the brains of the operation, the solver of puzzles. Adrien being pathos, the empathetic and playful one, in tune with the emotions of others. And Gabriel, with ethos, having immense credibility due to his status and wealth. I kinda tweaked their characters and the plot to reflect this focus on how they're three parts of the same narrative. Also, Adrien and Marinette are highschoolers.

First up, Marinette! I wanted to fully lean into her being a fashion student. While she does have friends and hobbies, her passion that she spends all her free time on is fashion. She knits, sews, crochets, and weaves to make clothes. She even volunteers for the local community theater making their costumes in order to get experience! She's not really a games or media nerd, or else she'd do cosplay, but she definitely helps others like Alya with their cosplays. She really like the technical aspects of fashion, and she's quite good at having an eye for things around it. She could eyeball someones measurements pretty accurately if she needs to tailor something for them, guessing their height and wingspan with ease. As Marinette, she's a bit of a scatterbrain when she isn't focused on something she's innately interested in (like clothes). She's fidgety and forgetful and rambling, and can get loud when she's passionate about something. She has her own systems of organization, which from the outside appear to be completely random and scattered.

As Ladybug, she's cool and confident and in control. She enjoys using her skills and brains to help people, and the work of saving Paris is just another puzzle that she needs to solve to help everyone. She settles down when focused, a feature that's reflected as Marinette. Her Ladybug outfit is different every time she transforms, the fashioning of the outfits reflecting her moods and mindset at the time of transformation. Her eye for technical fashion stuff comes in handy. In this au, the villains that Hawkmoth sends after Ladybug are completely unrecognizable due to how over the top their costuming is. Ladybug is able to use both her logical deduction skills and critical fashion eye to deduce who might have been transformed, and use that knowledge of them to formulate plans to pacify and save them. While she loves being able to use her deduction skills to save people, she prefers being the brains BEHIND the operation, and thus tends to avoid the press and public appearances where she can.

Also, something I think would be fun and would give Marinette a connection to Gabriel and play on her fashion interests would be if she actually managed to land a role as his intern. I feel like this would give them a dynamic thats like the opposite one to the lovesquare dilemma. Marinette sees Gabriel as her cool mysterious aloof competent boss who she respects and wants to imitate, and Ladybug hates Hawkmoth and resents what he keeps doing to Paris. Gabriel, while definitely viewing himself as above Marinette, does respect the work and ideas that she brings in. Meanwhile as Hawkmoth hes like plotting Ladybug's downfall. It'd also open up plotlines that include Gabriel as Gabriel as opposed to Hawkmoth, as well as more Marinette and Chloe interactions, since Chloe is a prominent model in the agency.

Also she owns a cat that acts lowkey like Plagg but lazier.

Next up is Adrien! Adrien is a normal human boy in this au, btw. I'm gonna explain his back story more in depth than Mari's since I didn't change too much about hers. He was raised by two rich famous parents, with Emilie being the one generally in charge of what he did. Under her direction, he was home schooled, learned music, and learned dance. She was artistically inclined, and wished to refine his skills in the arts, hoping he would be a cultured figure in the future. He also occasionally modeled for Gabriel, but that was more of a once a month type of deal, and he had plenty of free time to watch movies and play video games. He never left the house. While both of his parents worked frequently, he saw Gabriel less often, and viewed him as more of a distant influencing force in his life that he respected.

Then, not too long ago, Emilie fell into a seemingly permanent coma, which caused the rift between father and son to grow even more distant. Suddenly, Gabriel was spending even less time in the house, and the person who was directing Adrien's free time and education was gone, and neither pursued any therapy types of resources. Adrien spent some time grieving his not even fully dead mom while alone at home before Gabriel decided to change things. He started pushing Adrien to model even more, in a twisted attempt to spend more time around his son and ensure he kept him safe and supervised. He also promoted Natalie to his own personal assistant, giving her full reign over what happened to Adrien and their estate. While she cared for Adrien, she was never fully able to reach him on his level, especially following Gabriel's orders.

It actually ended up being Chloe, a girl he met while modeling, who became his first friend and actually started trying to drag him out of his depression. She watched movies with him, supported him at photo shoots, and most importantly, she actually listened to him and what he wanted. Under her questioning, he realized that what he wanted to do in the future was become a teacher. She's the one who pushed for him to go to public school, both so she could have a friend there and so that he could have more opportunities to pursue this dream. So long as he shows up to model, Natalie actually ends up lying and saying he's being homeschooled in order to cover for Adrien going to public school. For public appearances on tv, he acts like the perfect extrovert, but he's actually a quiet and reserved introvert, which is how he acts at school.

Chat Noir is an extension of Adrien's play at being an extrovert. He's also Adrien having the chance to let go of the guilt and the strings attached to all of his public appearances he does for his father. As Chat Noir he's a performer! He has showmanship! He's having fun and cracking puns! He also uses it as a chance to get out all his pent up jittery energy from being inside and inactive most of the time, especially in terms of talking to people. I want him to love talking to people, chatting with the random citizens of Paris, wanting to meet and get to know everyone. He's just a little stir crazy from being inside and isolated for so many years. He's also the one who willingly and happily does all the press appearances that Ladybug tends to avoid, which he has fun at due to being able to say whatever under the mask of anonymity. Also, after some time as Chat Noir and realizing how much he enjoys performing as this eccentric and energetic character, he ends up using some of his precious free time to go join the local community theater.

Also, Emilie had a little yapper purse dog that Adrien ends up taking on once she's comatose, because I think it'd be funny.

And now for the villains, all of whom have something to do with status wealth and credibility because of it, and side characters:

Gabriel is a well known and well respected man in the fashion industry and in Paris. He spends all his time away from home, focused on his job and furthering his fashion empire and career. His wife was also a prominent public figure and a working woman, and while he loved her, he didn't spend enough time with her. In her youth, Emilie was actually a villain with the peacock miraculous that she stole in her youth, with Gabriel being a hero with the butterfly miraculous who opposed her when he stumbled across it by accident. They fell in love and gave up their miraculouses, especially after the peacock got damaged. However, Emilie used it as a last ditch effort to stop a home invasion and save Adrien, and even that one transformation was enough to damage her body and lead to her going into a coma (this attack is also what led to Gorilla getting hired). Gabriel was determined to get her back, so hired a team of specialized doctors to care for her and keep her stable while he donned the butterfly miraculous to try to find and take the mythical ladybug and chat miraculouses that Emilie had told him about so many years before in order to wish her back to health.

See, while I like the drama of Adrien not knowing where his mom is and one day being able to stumble across her preserved corpse in the basement, if Emilie is a public figure and disappears, there'd be a manhunt for her. If she's said to enter a coma? Not only is there no manhunt, but Gabriel gets a perfectly curated tragic image to garner sympathy and support from the public, and Adrien has the opportunity for angsty moments of visiting his mother in the hospital

Hawkmoth is the form he dawns when hunting down the miraculouses. His outfits are over the top flamboyant runway style outfits, with his face obscured in abstract ways with each transformation. His lair is actually his office at work, not in his basement, part of the reason why he started spending even more time at work after the "death" of Emilie. Having to keep up the appearances of being at work is why he starts sending off akumatized people as scouts to do his work for him. Specifically, he uses his targets as bait to get the magic box holder to distribute the the ladybug and cat miraculouses in order to combat the problems he's causing. As things progress, however, and he gets more info on the powers, routines, and profiles of the miraculous holders, he gradually starts making more in person appearances as Hawkmoth.

Natalie started off as Gabriel's work assistant, who had worked with his company since graduating college. She had immense amounts of reverence and respect for both him and Emilie, and he in return had immense amounts of respect for her. After Emilie fell ill, he promoted her specifically to his personal assistant, giving her parts of the responsibilities that Emilie had in the company as well as over Adrien at home. At first, she takes her role over Adrien incredibly seriously, not really listening to him in favor of filling out Gabriel's orders. Over time, however, she finds herself getting incredibly attached to Adrien, wanting to connect with and help him wherever she can. She doesn't always understand him or his moods or his interests, but she cares for him nonetheless. It's after this point that she accidentally learns about Gabriel's identity as Hawkmoth. Since he trusts and respects her, he offers her to join him, though she knows she doesn't really have a choice. She ends up joining him and not voicing her concerns, determined to stay on his good side in order to continue being able to be there for and support Adrien. She still has respect for Gabriel at this point, especially once he explains his motive, but as time goes on, her motivations and allegiances become more and more muddled.

Chloe is another villain of credibility, but lessso. I really liked Chloe as a character, so I wanted to do a take that gave her more depth. Chloe's mother is an international superstar, and her father was a peer of Emilie's who died when Chloe was young. Chloe's mother married the mayor of Paris not too long after that. Chloe has grown up in an environment of money, privilege, and nepotism. She got into modeling work at a young age because she wanted to become famous and show off how beautiful she was, and her dream is to become just like her mother one day. Due to her upbringing, she looks down on those she sees as beneath her, but is actually incredibly kind to those she sees as equals. I wanted to kind of paint her as a foil to Adrien. Both have a distant parent and a parent no longer with them, and both have different responses to people and the world around them because of it. Adrien cares for people but tends to be reserved, while Chloe is cruel to others and tends to be loud. However, she does genuinely care about Adrien, and tries to be a nice person, it's just that this is all she's known. She has no idea that what she acts like could even be considered cruel since no one's ever told her before.

She worked alongside Adrien without much thought, but after he started working more due to the Emilie situation, she became fast friends with him. They shared a love of comic books and a desire to go on grand adventures, as well as a similar enough sense of humor. Chloe, having never had anyone willing to be kind to her and also build on her ideas and challenge her like Adrien does, gets attached. She thinks she's in love, but really the feeling was just friendship. She's the one who pushes Adrien to go to public school. I also think it'd be interesting if it was a reverse of what happened in the origins episode, where Marinette is the one viewed to misstep. Something she said is misinterpreted by Chloe to be a diss against Adrien, who she then defends with a passion as he is sad. Marinette, in return, feels genuinely awful for misstepping and hurting the feelings of the new boy even if she doesn't really like Chloe. By the end of this, Marinette ends up seeing Adrien as this aloof mysterious hot classmate of hers, and starts catching feelings. Adrien, meanwhile, ends up seeing Marinette as what could be considered his second friend, much to Chloe's chagrin.

Yes Chloe does eventually get the bee miraculous. That plus her realizing that are two reasons she dislikes Marinette so much: 1) she's leeching the attention of her best friend and 2) why is such a pretty girl so focused on her best friend and not her anyways, and uh oh Chloe accidentally develops a crush on Marinette lol. for the lols. anyways.

The only plot I care to develop beyond what's mentioned above is irt Alya. Logical Alya and logical Marinette, and brainiac duo. Alya, without knowing Marinette is Ladybug, starts doing independent research to track down who Hawkmoth is, just based on journalist curiosity. She uses things like cctv footage and areas of Akumatization to narrow down location and suspects. After learning about her research, Marinette tries to learn more, but Alya actually blocks her from learning more for her own safety. Eventually, Marinette reveals her identity to Alya in order to work hand in hand with her to track down Hawkmoth. Meanwhile, also for safety reasons, Ladybug and Chat Noir haven't revealed their identities to each other, despite Chat Noir's requests since he has a crush on Ladybug lol.

Beyond that, again this is a show I haven't actively watched since season two, so i dont really care about explaining every detail out lol (despite like three thousands of words to the contrary above). This is just how I would have shaped Miraculous if I was in charge of it or a reboot. If you've read this far and any of this sounds at all intriguing to you, especially if you're a miraculous fan, I encourage if not beg you to steal any ideas wholesale, idec about getting credit lol. I explain this every so often, and the initial typed explanation is in a screenshot of some instagram DMs, so this is all from memory with the hopes of preserving this au in a place I can actually access again the next time Im discussing ML with an irl and wanna reference what i'd change lol. If you're reading this still i genuinely like actually cannot fathom why but thanks i guess?

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Fight and Make Up. Getting into a fight with your husband Israel Adesanya x Reader.

Hope this is okay. Also started this because there's nothing about Israel Adesanya. Your son gets hurt and your husband is not happy with you....but Why?

You've been married to Israel for a little over 2 years. You have a one and a half year old son Cairo and he has been the best thing that's happened to both you and Israel.

Tonight Israel had his friends over and they were chilling and having a chat downstairs in the living room. Cairo wanted to be with his dad all the time and tonight was no different. It did not matter to Israel who was at around at home, Cairo was always welcome to be around.

While Cairo was with Israel, you decided to get some rest. You had a long relaxing bubble bath with scented candles, roses, classical music and dimmed bathroom lights.

Once you got out of bath you changed into some cute pajamas. You picked up one of your favourite books to read. Got on the bed and just enjoyed your book.

You were completely lost in your book and heard a very loud noise from downstairs. You heard Cairo screaming. You jumped up and rushed downstairs and your baby almost jumped into your arms when he saw you.

You examined your baby and saw a big bump on his head.

" We need to take him to the hospital now! " You said in a stern manner.Israel's friends started leaving for home the moment they realised it was serious. Israel glanced at you twice, grabbed the keys and you almost flew to the hospital.

Thank god the doctor said it doesn't seem serious enough for x-rays and advised to keep an eye on Cairo and give him regular pain medication.

On your way home Israel was quiet but glanced at you and Cairo through the mirror every few mins to check if you're both okay. Honestly, you didn't care what he wanted to tell you, all you cared about was that your baby was okay and sound asleep in your arms.

When you arrived home, you gave Cairo some more medication and tucked him into bed. During this time Israel went an had a shower. You switched on the baby monitor to make sure you can hear Cairo wake up throughout the night.

Israel got out of she shower and 'God damn! You're husband is God', you thought. You didn't forget the glances he gave you and you needed to address it because at this point he's acting as if you are non-existent.

" Okay Israel .." you sigh. " What is going on ?". You sit down on the bed and mentally preparing yourself for whatever is to come. Also, you're so exhausted and does not have much energy for anything.

" What are you talking about?" he says with an already annoyed look on his face. Still not looking your way and looking through his drawers.

" Oh come on! You've been looking at me strangely since Cairo got hurt" Now you've raised your voice a bit. " Don't play dumb with me ".

He still ignoring you and his back faced to you.

" Isr.. " you try to say but was cut off by your very angry and fuming husband. " MAYBE IF YOU CAME DOWN DRESSED DECENTLY AND NOT LIKE A WHORE I WOULD NOT HAVE LOOKED AT YOU ANY KIND OF WAY"

"Excuse me.." you start to say. Shocked at this sudden outburst. " YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO FUCKING COME DOWN DRESSED LIKE THAT IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS!!."

At this point you are fuming because how dare he say this when how you were dressed was the least of your worries. " HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TELL ME THAT ?! I WAS WORRIED ABOUT OUR SON THAT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT I WAS WEARING BECAUSE AT THAT MOMENT IT WAS NOT IMPORTANT! IF YOU CAN'T SEE THAT, THEN SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

At this point, you're still fuming but feeling quite proud of yourself. You grabbed your pillow as now you're planning on sleeping in the guest room. " Where are you going?" Israel ask , regret on his face. " Sleeping in the guest bedroom" you say not wanting to look at him.

Israel grabbed your wrist trying to keep you from going. Instant regret " Baby.. come on, stay". " Y/N please" ... he's now pulling you towards the bed that he sits on and pulls you to stand between his legs. As you stand between his legs, his hands trails his hands up your legs underneath your night gown and grabs your ass lightly.

" You look so fucking hot, wife. I didn't want anyone else to see you. I'm sorry for overreacting and not watching Cairo. And I'm sorry for screaming at you ". After realizing you're wearing lacy underwear , he is weak and says " I'm a very stupid stupid man."

He kisses you in a possessive manner and explores your body even more. In between kisses he says " Please forgive me baby... Mhhmm?". "Will you forgive me?"

You pull away from the kiss and say" It's okay , I forgive you." you smile and snake your arms around his neck. He pulls you onto his lap so that you're straddling him. You grind yourself down on him and can feel his semi-erection growing more. Still kissing each other passionately, he cups your pussy with his large hand and this makes you moan into the kiss.

Israel stands up and lift you with him to pull down is boxers, releasing his very hard erection. He sits down, move your panties to the side and gently pushing you down onto his dick. You both close your eyes in pleasure and moan. You look at each other and this is when you see pure lust in your husbands eyes.

He starts moving your hips up and down and he hits your g-spot perfectly every single time. He decides to flip you, so you're on your back. Staying inside you, he takes off the rest of your night gown and is completely in awe of your body. He spreads your legs to push even deeper.

He starts thrusting into you very hard unexpectedly. Sending you into a trance like state. He comes down to kiss you hard and he has complete control of your body. He pulls away from you, and goes to whisper in your ear. " Fuck.. you're so sexy. You drive me absolutely mad. I want to get you pregnant again. See you all swollen with my seed."

At this point you're so close to cumming and all you can do is nod at his words because there's nothing else you want more. You both cum at the same time and decide to just lay on the bed after this very intense session. " You really want to have another baby? " you ass Israel. He says " My love, I want everything with you " . You both smile and he gives you a peck on the lips.

Just then the baby monitor notified you that Cairo is awake. You get up to go to him but Israel stops you and says " It's okay babe, I got it. Why don't you go and have a shower and I'll join you in a bit "

With that, Israel went to check on Cairo and you hit the shower getting ready for round two!!!!

The end.

Hope you guys enjoyed this one.

[wikiangela]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

well, my absolute favorite fic I've written is not posted yet (the possessive buddie fic, it's gonna be a few days, I don't even have a title yet lol)

but here are another 5, in no particular order:

1. For a holiday (and forevermore)

buddie, M, 94k words, 30 chapters, completed

Eddie's sick of personal, intrusive questions about his love life whenever he visits his family, so he starts bringing Buck for the holidays as his (fake) boyfriend. He only wants to shut them up, and doesn't expect that the small crush he has on his best friend could actually turn into something more...

2. sounds like an angel (he might be a demon)

sambucky, M, 150k words, 80 chapters, completed

When Sam agreed to help Steve find the Winter Soldier, he’d never expected what would happen and how fucked he'd be. And it all started with a phone call.

Or, Sam and Bucky's story through the years 2015-2024.

3. you been looking for love (let me show you how it's done)

buddie, E, 12k

“Are you-” he frowns, the confusion somehow winning with the urge to just lean in and kiss him so thoroughly he’ll forget about any other kiss he might’ve shared with any dates. “Are you doing all this on purpose?” “Doing what?” Eddie tilts his head, licks his lips, and – Buck’s almost a hundred percent sure – drops his gaze to Buck’s lips for a second. “Eddie.” Buck takes a deep breath, and wants so badly to kiss the smirk off of Eddie’s face. “Please.” “What for?” “You’re driving me insane.” he whispers, nails digging into his palms to prevent himself from reaching out. But Eddie’s thigh is pressed against his, and somehow his hand is on Buck’s knee now, and Eddie’s looking at him in such a way, that it makes Buck hot all over – or, hotter, his palms are sweating, actually. “And I feel like you are doing it on purpose.”

or, Eddie is a tease, Buck is horny and jealous of Eddie dating, and a regular evening takes an unexpected turn.

4. I can't love you any more (than I do now)

buddie, G, 2k, pure fluff

Eddie's pretty sure he and Buck are dating and kind of living together. Neither acknowledges it, until Eddie finally does.

5. I'd marry you with paper rings

buddie, G, 3k

“If we’re not married by the time we’re, like, forty, we should just marry each other.” he chuckles, and downs the rest of his beer. And Eddie… Eddie knows it’s a joke. Obviously. It can’t be anything but. But still, it does something to him. He’s thought about it, fantasized about it, but hearing it from Buck, even jokingly… “Why wait?” his tone is also teasing. He can play it off as a joke, while still looking for Buck’s reaction, for any indication about how he feels. (...) “Let’s just do it now and get it over with.”

Or, Buck makes a joke that leads to an unplanned marriage proposal.

[incendio22]

FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Pt 2 Chapter 2: A Familiar Face

As I walk up to the Slytherin table in the Great Hall for breakfast, I see her. Sitting in front of Sebastian. It's as if the shock paralyzes me. I stand still, looking at them and feeling completely unsure about how to react. Sebastian looks my way and gives me a confused look, which for some reason creeps under my skin. My brain seems completely unable to function, so I simply sit down at the other edge of the table as far away from them as possible.

I need to gasp for air quietly as I pour myself some pumpkin juice. The sight of Anne Sallow was a shock. I had no idea she was going back to Hogwarts. Of course I didn't see her before. Of course she didn't go to the party last evening. What baffles me, however, is the fact that Sebastian went to the party without her. Ominis sits down next to me.

''Did you hear that Anne is back?'' Ominis asks me in a low voice.

''I didn't hear it. But I just saw it,'' I say while glancing her way.

''To be honest, I'm not surprised,'' Ominis goes on. ''I mean, she's been unwell for a long time but it's only reasonable that she needs to finish her studies.''

''I guess so,'' I tell him. ''I was just surprised, though.''

''Have you spoken to Sebastian since before summer?'' he asks while having a sip of juice.

''No,'' I shake my head. ''I found a bunch of letters from him when I came back home.''

Ominis looks up at me with a confused face.

''What did they say?'' he asks, obviously eager for details.

''Just some fluff about how he was falling for me. But it doesn't matter,'' I tell him in a low voice as I shrug my shoulders. ''He wrote them throughout the year. So it's nothing new, exactly.''

''I mean,'' Ominis starts. ''If he really was falling for you, it would have mattered. But you're over him, so of course that means nothing now.''

I sit silently.

''You are over him, right?'' Ominis asks, as if he needs clarity in his previous statement.

I sit in silence for a moment. It was so easy to forget about him during summer, but with him across the room my heart makes me question if I really am over him. During summer I talked to other people, felt some flutters in my stomach but nothing compares to how he made me feel. I glance over at Sebastian quickly and notice that he's looking our way.

''Yeah,'' I lie to Ominis. ''Of course.''

''That didn't sound too convincing,'' Ominis laughs as he says it. ''If it helps you feel better, that man could live a million lives and still never be as good as you.''

''You're so stupid,'' I tell him jokingly. ''That didn't make me feel better. And you used to be friends, don't forget that. He was your best friend for a reason.''

''And there's also a reason he isn't,'' Ominis says promptly before he gets up and starts walking out of the Great Hall.

My first class of the day is History of Magic, which we are taking with Gryffindor. I notice Garreth looking my way and there is an empty seat next to him, but I head over to Natty and sit down.

''You recovered from last night?'' she says in a tired voice.

''Barely,'' I tell her. ''You look like you've had better days?''

''Better days, yes,'' she's laughing ''But no better night.''

Professor Binns enters the classroom and starts talking about the history of Azkaban. If I wasn't tired before, I was ready to sleep by now. The class feels like it lasts forever, but eventually it's over and I quickly leave the classroom. I feel someone walking close behind me, so I fasten my pace and head out to the courtyard. I still feel the person's presence.

''Y/n,'' the voice gives me chills running through my spine. It's Sebastian.

I freeze. It's like I'm unable to move. Why on earth is he trying to talk to me? I turn around.

''What do you want?'' I ask him in a cold tone.

''Please, can we talk?'' he asks in a sincere tone. His eyes are pleading.

''I think the air between us is pretty clear,'' I tell him and wave my hand between us to  gesticulate that there really is nothing to talk about. ''We have said all that needs to be said.''

He rolls his eyes slightly, pressing his palms together.

''Please,'' he begs.

I start walking away from him. He doesn't follow me, but I hear his voice behind me.

''I'll be waiting in the Undercroft.''

I keep walking with determined steps, trying to get away from him as quickly as possible. My entire body feels tense after just being in his presence. His voice is still lingering in my head, and whilst it's a comfort I just want to get rid of it. A part of me wants to meet him in the Undercroft, but my mind is telling me no. That I will only get hurt again. And I can't go through that again.

Having  heartache is a risk you take when you choose to love, I have always been well aware of that. But I also know that it's foolish to think that he wouldn't break my heart twice. After all, it seemed so easy for him to break it and walk away from what we had. Even if I love him, I won't let that cloud my judgement.

I spend the evening sitting in front of the window facing the Black Lake. It's getting late, so the common room is getting emptier by each second. It's quiet until someone walks up behind me.

''Y/n,'' I turn around to see Anne Sallow. Her voice is kind. ''I'm glad to see you.''

I always liked Anne, but right now it feels like too much to talk to her. Not because I have anything against her, but because she reminds me too much of Sebastian.

''I'm sorry about what happened to Ominis,'' she says in a low voice. ''He did the right thing, though. I'm just sad that he had to pay the price he did.''

I nod silently, avoiding her eye contact. She sits down next to me.

''Sebastian messed up,'' she says in a comforting voice. ''I don't want to make any excuses for him, not in any way, but he really misses you.''

''Good,'' I tell her in a short tone.

''Y/n,'' she says in a low voice. ''People make mistakes, I know that better than anyone. I know it takes time to heal, but what the two of you had was something real. Something rare.''

''Anne,'' I begin but stop myself as I feel the urge to say mean things bubble up. ''With all due respect, Sebastian broke my heart. He made me feel like the most special person in the entire world, just to leave me when I needed him most. And he made it look like I was easy to walk away from. I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I will ever let myself love like that again.''

She looks at me with kind eyes for a good moment. I feel as if she understands me, despite barely knowing me.

''I really get it,'' she says. ''And I'm not saying you should give him a second chance. I'm just saying that you should hear him out.''

We sit together for a long moment. In silence, we watch the lake and the creatures swimming around. I've gotten a bad habit of staying up too late, causing me to lose sleep. But I don't see the point in lying in bed if I can't sleep anyway. I decide to go for a walk in the castle.

I wander around the astronomy tower, exploring parts of the castle I have never seen before. Somehow I end up in the defence against the dark arts tower, facing the entrance to the Undercroft. I don't know how I got here, but I decide to go there. Since it's in the middle of the night, I just assume that Sebastian won't be there. He said he'd wait there, but given how easily he gave up on us I simply don't expect him to wait around for more than an hour. But there he is, sitting half asleep on the floor. He looks baffled when he sees me.

''I didn't think you'd come,'' he says with a worried look on his face.

''I didn't come for you,'' I tell him in a short tone.

I wander around the Undercroft, looking at the books lying around and the abandoned gobstones lying in a corner.

''I missed you,'' he says after some time in silence.

''That's unfortunate,'' I tell him as I glance his way. ''Please, save your tears. I don't want them.''

''I messed up, I know,'' he pleads. ''And I'm sorry, I really am. I was in a really bad place after all the things that went down with Ominis and I pushed you away. Please, forgive me.''

I stare at him. His eyes look as if they are begging and he looks genuinely sorry. It feels like a knife to my heart. All I want is to throw myself around him, to forgive him and go back to how it was. But my heart is fragile and I can't risk having it broken again.

''You really hurt me,'' I tell him whilst burning my eyes on him. ''And you know that if you would have tried to fix this sooner, I would have let you. But you waited all summer. Not a word. Please, tell me how I could ever trust you with my heart again.''

''I don't know,'' his words are barely audible. ''But for what it's worth. You've been on my mind so long that I can barely stand it anymore. And I torture myself with the memories.''

I can't stand to look at him. My heart is too soft for him because all it wants is for me to give in.

''Sebastian,'' I say firmly. ''I gave you everything I had. I loved you when you couldn't love yourself. I was there, for all of it. And if you only would've handled things a bit more maturely, we would have been fine. But you didn't. So I'm sorry, but I can't go back now. I need some time to heal this wound.''

He looks disappointed.

''I will wait for however long that takes,'' he looks into my eyes at me as he speaks. ''I'll wait and do my very best every single day to make you change your mind. And if you don't, then I'll accept that. But I swear on Merlin himself, I won't give up on us. Not this time. I'm not letting you go again. At least not without fighting for us.''

I can feel my heart drop. And the butterflies in my stomach. But in this moment, I wish I could kill them. My mind feels like a warzone where no thought makes sense. One side is telling me to forgive him, to let him try to make things right whilst the other is telling me that it's not worth the risk of him breaking my heart again. I walk away, feeling filled with hatred and angst towards him.

[pocketramblr]

any totk thoughts (just from osmosis bc idk if you've played it)

i haven't played it or really sought out watching it but i still have things from osmosis and i will say them,,,,, under the cut. very disorganized and randomly spoilery etc etc

Things I Would Have Done Differently If I Were Sonia

1- Been named "Zelda" instead. (nin10do you COWARDS are you really scared to have two different characters separated by untold generations named zelda NOW??? NOW YOU THINK THATS CRINGE???? fool. You did that in your first ever sequel and it was amazing. now you look scared and stupid. kill the part of you that cringes instead. In my head her name is Zelda and i dont care.)

2- not married that fake "Rauru". Like. OG Rauru is a cool fat ancient sage with an animalsona who protects the nukes away from everyone else and when you accidentally mess it up he hides and keeps you safe until you can go fix it. This new one is some imperialist that everyone is sooo obsessed with because his waist is snatched now. Or maybe i'll be more generous and say it's because they're furries that's more fair. But still like. Please there are others to simp over. he was all "oh im the first king of hyrule' and i was like 'oh.... no you're not'

(its actually ok that we have um. yet another first king of hyrule. Because we can have 3 first kings of hyrule, since we have 3 iterations of ganondorf now too. but we should still have 3 first zeldas. and we only have 2. because they messed up sonia. come on it would have been all NICE AND CLEAN AND BALANCED if there were 3 first kings, 3 first zelda, and 3 ganondorfs. This is the series about 3!!!!! but.... well perhaps next game we can have a third first zelda. perhaps i can be patient.)

(also love that we have a 3rd ganondorf. do you know how often i had to explain he does in fact reincarnate and that fsa ganondorf is a different one from oot? but now everyone knows theres more than one but less than the number of links even if they dont know exactly how many ganondorfs there are so. close enough! now ill just pretend he had a 3rd seperate origin story as well instead of 2 origins shared between 3 come on let the guy have something.)

This is unrelated but I think the Zonai are the evolutionary link between Ooca and the botw!Rito (since they did not evolved from the zora like ww!Rito). They look kinda dinosaur-y to me. i guess they're supposed to look kinda goat-y too? and rabbit-y???? i dunno i think they're generally fun. And also might be the results of unethical sheikah experimentation yeah i don't forget the temple of shadow............

OH and im very glad (our) Link wasn't the hero from the tapestry with Zonia. theres apparently some other Zonai hero with red hair who's briefly in it? i wish that Zonai was also named Link and got more to show but i was really not a fan of time-looping this poor link too, he had enough of that with the 100 year nap. if i can't have a gerudo link, at least we have a zonai hero maybe

but also in sooooo many fics i reserve the right to completely ignore this game. if it doesn't fit where i planned it didn't happen. this is like hyrule warriors to me. in another timeline.

LOVE all the yiga stuff and getting to fight with friends now. its what link deserves and his friends deserve. LOVE LOVE that Zelda and Link are so codependent there's not a word in the hylian language for them. i am a qpr truther for this particular zelink but i think that if these two were offered a way to fuse into a single being they would at least STRONGLY consider it. unhinged. love them.

incredible outfits for link and i love slowly discovering them as art passes my dash.

The way this world is even more open than botw is such a feat, the open engineering is just fabulous. I hope to see a new drone every week. Torturing the koroks is just. its horrible but i laugh every time .kjhghjkkjhjk whyyyyy these poor little tree dudes (*chanting 'crucify this one too' in my head*)

the way this game tried to both continue the botw 'honoring past games' and did a new 'gaslight you about the other games never happening' is a wild balance. Like, TWINROVA SHOWED UP??? in what i think is a very subtle detail in a memory??? maybe there's more of them in the game but it seems to be the same level as like 'hero of the winds' mentioned plus some salt around hyrule. excellent love that. but i also just saw a post gushing about how great it was that this game made this link theeeee most important specialist hero eeeever and the master sword was only ever for him and um. i just hope that isn't true. i think this game should add and not take away.

but hey twinrova showed up and there was that cool goth gerudo too!! i stan her.

oh and redeads in gerudo town or whatever it was? AMAZING. gerudo town was all spared from the calamity in the first game with no guardians making past the desert so having the town taken over and terrifying with the upheaval is just a good show of stakes stepping up.

OH!!!! and my number one favorite thing is that Link can make a drink that he was too young to order in botw. funniest possible thing that dude can do.

[doueverwonder]

this is for @historical-hetalia-week day 2!

Pairings: (platonic) Germania x Scandia

Warnings: Abandonment mention

Notes: the context for this one is the Cimbrians are about to leave and Heinrich (Germania) is going with them; Astrid (Scandia) is not thrilled about it and doesn't know how to say goodbye. This is also a pt 1 of 2. Pt 2 will be posted tomorrow!

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They had always been together. Astrid barely remembered the first few years of her life without Heinrich. They rarely went more than a few hours without seeing each other, and every decade or so they would spend a few weeks apart; that was it. Now he is leaving. 

Ten years. At most. No more than that, but no less than seven. 

Astrid wasn’t one to speak of age, she was barely fourteen, but he was twelve. Too young to be on his own. They had been ‘on their own’ since they were toddlers. Astrid recalled a mother, a personification like herself. But Heinrich had two human parents, they abandoned him when he was far too young to remember them. This was different though, completely by himself. He’ll be with his people, she had to constantly remind herself. 

He shoved something in his bag, looked around as if he couldn’t find something. Heinrich shook his head, and turned to her. “I’m ready to leave” 

Astrid hated those words, a whole group not many, enough, were leaving the next day. About a third of the village they were currently in, some others from surrounding villages, some more from a little farther south. He looked excited, by the gods she hated that he looked excited. Everyone leaving were siting terrible things, flooding and overpopulation, there's not enough here to take care of everyone anymore; and he looked excited to leave.

She had tried to reason with him for months now, 'you've heard of the empire to the south,' 'the Walhaz won't be happy with you encroaching on their land any more'. Anything but telling him she needed him; she wanted him to stay.

Heinrich sat down next to Astrid; he had been catching up in height for years. She knows next time she will see him, he will have passed her. Ten years wasn’t so long compared to how long they had lived: it was still far too long. 

They hadn’t talked about the fact that he was leaving, they both just knew it was inevitable. She wondered what it would be like to live alone. She had never been alone. Her mother got a promise from every tribe, one that would last to take care of her. Heinrich after a few decades of not aging had been dumped in the woods another human found him. Astrid was barely four, he must have been around two. Her mother added him to the promise the moment he was found, he wouldn't be alone either. And if all went wrong, they would still have each other. 

They had to say goodbye, she didn’t want to say goodbye, she didn’t know how to say goodbye. Heinrich was her best friend, he was all she had. How was she supposed to spend any time without him? 

“You won’t forget me? Will you?” Astrid asked it so quietly she thought he may not hear her. 

He laughed, it was half a scoff; “How am i supposed to forget you?” 

“Things happen.” it was all she could say, people seemed to forget their kind all the time. Who was to say it couldn’t happen between them, ten years was still quite a long time. She flopped backwards, laying on her back. Maybe this was all a dream, maybe if she closed her eyes and opened them again it would be morning. Astrid would roll over and Heinrich would be laying next to her still asleep. She would wake him up and he would complain, but get up anyway. They had things to do. He couldn’t sleep through his responsibilities, like how he can’t run away from them now. 

She sat back up, looking at him squarely, being immortal made everything go so slowly. Until you reached a moment like this, and suddenly the years melted into nothing. 

“If you have to go, take something to remind you to come home” 

“Take what?” Heinrich asked, tilted his head confused. 

“Take this” She took the pendant off, Heinrich didn’t protest as she put it around his neck. Thor’s hammer, “It will protect you.” 

His hand went to the new weight around his neck, the small piece of bronze resting just below his collar. Astrid never went anywhere without it, he wanted to give her something in return. Without a word of thanks, he went to his bag and dug around for a moment. Pulling out a small knife, runes carved into the hilt. He decided quickly he could do without it. 

“And now we’re even” he stated as he handed her the knife. She looked down at it, taken aback, it had belonged to someone in Heinrich’s family; His father, a brother, an uncle even. The knife was important to him, despite the rumors surrounding it. Many thought that Heinrichs family, not knowing what he was, were planning to kill him. Whoever was tasked with the job heard someone coming, dropped the knife and ran. He kept it as his only connection to a family he once had; one that might have loved him at first. 

“I can’t take this. I don’t need a reminder to come home, I’ll be right here” 

He shifted uncomfortably at the question, deciding on an answer; “Then use it as a reminder that I’ll be back” 

Astrid snorted a little, getting up and going to him. She hugged him, he didn’t really hug her back: not properly at least. They still hadn’t technically said goodbye. 

Instead she pushed him back to look him over, Heinrich looked far too old in her opinion.  smacked him lightly in the side of the head, “Lose my necklace and you’ll get it” 

He smiled, the gap in his teeth making him look young again: “Lose my knife and you’ll get it”