#not saying that's you! but you can take it personally if you'd like I'm not a cop

[peacheeeliz]

030. my wife! (wc: 960)

“Okay, Sera, Jake, you'll stay in that little bunker over there,” Heeseung explains, referencing the small bunker built in the middle of the desert. “Roz and I will stay out here to keep Voodoo and Quix away, but if they get at least five blocks away, there's a level for you to pull that'll set off a good amount of TNT I set up.”

“A good amount of TNT?” You question, staring at the sandy bunker. “And we'll be safe from the TNT in there, right?” Heeseung's character stares at you without a word, his lack of answer leaving you on edge. “Your bunker isn't going to kill us, right?”

“Nooooo,” he says, voice pitchy as his character turns away slowly. “It'll be fine, I promise. There's nothing safer.”

“I highly doubt that,” you whisper to yourself as he goes on to continue more of the plan.

As Heeseung yaps away, Sunghoon's character turns to you. “Hey, I wasn't lying earlier. I'm here to protect you,” he says softly.

“Ew, can we keep the flirting to a minimum today?” Jake questions, rolling his eyes behind his camera. “This is a life or death situation. Now is not the time.”

“Oh, shut up,” Sunghoon lets out, huffing. “You're just jealous.”

“Yeah, I'm so jealous,” Jake continues. “So jealous that we're in the middle of a war and our allies are too busy flirting to listen to the plan.”

“The plan that will most likely kill us?” You say, laughing when he doesn't respond. “Yeah, something tells me being inside that bunker will be more dangerous than out here.”

“You guys have no faith in me,” Heeseung huffs, after finally realizing no one was listening to his explanation. “Maybe if you actually listened to me, you'd feel more confident staying in the bunker.”

“I really don't think it will,” you answer, shrugging – despite the fact he can't see it. Before he can retort, an arrow flies straight past your screen. “Oh fuck.”

Just over in the next biome, Sunoo and Taeyoung are standing in the tree line with their bows drawn. Sunghoon immediately turns back to you, “Go. We'll hold them back, alright?” He starts, ushering you towards the bunker. “And remember, if they get too close, pull that lever.”

“But we don't even know if it's safe for us,” you retort, but you still make your way towards the bunker with Jake.

“You'll be okay, baby, I promise,” he tells you. “Now go. Stay safe in there, okay?”

Your smile brightens at his comforting voice, but Jake is quick to pull you out of your trance as he calls you from across the desert. The two of you take your place in the bunker, watching as the chaos unfolds in front of you. Many shots fly across through the air, but the battle takes a while to get close and personal; and eventually, swords are drawn.

“Red Winter is coming!” Taeyoung calls out, targeting Heeseung and slashing his sword towards the older boy.

Jake's character slowly turns toward you, “What the fuck does that mean?” He asks quietly, and you can barely hold back your laugh. “This is a Minecraft series… What does that mean?”

“It means we're at war with theater kids,” you answer, laughing with the man. Your eyes find their way back to the fight outside, landing on Sunghoon as he crosses swords with Sunoo. The two draw closer and closer to the bunker, Sunghoon backtracking when he realizes just how low his health has gotten.

“Wait, wait, wait, Sera, look,” Jake exclaims, trying to show you just how close Sunoo was getting to the bunker. “You gotta pull the lever!”

“Me? Why do I have to pull the lever?” You question, furrowing your eyebrows. “Why can't you?”

“Because I don't wanna,” he says sheepishly, showcasing a nice toothy grin towards his screen. “Come on, if they get too close, they could kill us! You have to pull it.”

“Whatever, whatever,” you say, but you make your way towards the lever anyway. “If we die, I'm blaming you.”

“I can accept that,” he answers, making his character nod quickly. “Now go! He's right there with Roz” He pauses. “Wait, don't pull it. Roz is too close. It might get him, too.”

“I,” you take a deep breath. “Do you want me to pull it or not?”

“Don't pull it,” he says. Just then, an arrow is shot right into the bunker, flying right between your two characters. After a moment of silence, he speaks up again. “Okay, pull it.”

You roll your eyes and move your mouse to hover over the lever. Taking in another deep breath, you click, and everything happens in a flash. TNT explodes all around the bunker, and your hearts drop faster than you can even count, until YOU DIED is written across your screen. Your mouth falls wide open, eyes wide in disbelief as you stare at your screen in silence.

Meanwhile, Jake has a similar reaction, watching your character disappear as sand falls all around him. He lost a few hearts, but not nearly enough to kill him off. He's brought out of his trance when he hears Sunghoon scream, “My wife!”

At Sunghoon's outburst and the crash of thunder that rings through the sky, the four out in the desert to the giant hole in the sand. “No, no, no, no,” the man babbles, eyes wide as he reads the chat over and over again. How could he have let you die? He was standing there with all three lives left, and you were gone. In his state of shock, left unaware of his surroundings, Taeyoung takes his chance to attack.

Within seconds, the same YOU DIED screen shines across Sunghoon's face.

synopsis ⤏ popular youtubers team up on all new minecraft smp, quick to name themselves the "newly weds" after sunghoon gifts y/n a poppy. but will these romantic endeavors between the two just be "for the lore," or will feelings blossom?

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[pomefioredove]

May I please have a sugar cookie, #7, with candy cane and sprinkles? 👉👈

certainly (* ^ ω ^)

order #7, sugar with sprinkles, candy cane

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ assertive

summary: after seeing you rebound, he realizes he's not quite over you tropes: exes to lovers, hurt/comfort characters: trey additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, short and sweet

"I just don't like the way he's looking at them,"

Cater looks up from his cup, and the foam heart he was trying to snap a pic of melts into his latte.

"You can barely see his face. And you've said that like, three times," the ginger says. "You've barely even touched your mug. It's basically iced coffee now."

Trey finally looks at Cater, his neck sore from craning over his shoulder.

His mug is cold to the touch.

"I'm starting to think you only invited me here 'cause you knew the Prefect was coming. Like, ouch," Cater smiles.

Trey's face flushes red. "What! No, I-I just thought the shop had a good deal today,"

Cater rolls his eyes.

"As much as I love drama, this is lowkey sad," he says. "You need to move on, Trey. It's been months."

Trey knows he's right, which makes his observation hurt even more. He mumbles some poor excuse into his cup of lukewarm coffee, but he can't keep his eyes to himself for long.

"He definitely goes to RSA. I don't trust him," he mutters, eyeing the boy you're with.

"Che'nya goes to RSA, doesn't he?"

"Would you trust Che'nya with your ex?"

"Yeowch. Point taken," Cater smiles, stirring his untouched latte with a dainty spoon. "So, what are you gonna do about it?"

Trey hesitates. He would have loved to just... march over there and steal you away from that pompous bastard...

But he won't.

"Nothing,"

"Pfft," Cater snorts. "You need to be more assertive, man. Otherwise we're just stalking the Prefect. Yeah, that'll impress them."

"It's not about that!! And it's not stalking!"

Cater rolls his eyes and returns to his phone, the uninvited third wheel of every outing with him.

Still, his words bother Trey. That was the problem, wasn't it? He just wasn't... assertive.

He didn't take your side, or stand up for you. He wasn't there when you needed him most, the fool. That's why you dumped him.

If assertive is what you want...

Trey stands, surprising Cater to the point of putting his phone away, and he marches across the coffee shop, brow furrowed, arms firmly at his side. The RSA boy you're with sees him first, and then you.

"Trey? What are you-"

"You," he says, pointing right at the white-uniform wearing, silver-spoon sucking little bastard.

Your jaw drops. The boys' eyes widen (does he look familiar or what?) Cater pushes his chair out, as if preparing to intervene.

Trey takes a deep breath.

"You... you treat them right, do you hear me? Prefect is the sweetest person I know, and they deserve someone just as perfect! Listen to them, okay? Be the person they can rely on, they can trust... the person I- that I wasn't. Just- you'd better be a good boyfriend, or I'll make you regret it, alright?!"

Cater sits back down. Both you and the boy you're with seem to soften, more confused than concerned now.

Trey turns and marches back to his seat. "Let's go,"

The ginger grins and looks behind him. Trey follows his gaze, and it's... you.

"Did you follow me?" you demand. His face goes bright red.

"Uh... um, I... yes. But I only wanted to make sure you were okay. That's... all I've ever wanted,"

Cater gives him a double thumbs-up. You frown, and he mutters a quick "I'll go wait outside" before darting out the door. Trey's blush darkens to crimson.

"Listen, I'm really sorry I interrupted your date. I just wanted to make sure you were being taken care of, and-"

"Trey," you stop him. "I'm not on a date. And that's not my boyfriend."

Huh.

...What?

"Oh?"

You sigh, gesturing between the two. "Trey, Neige. Neige, Trey," and you lower your voice. "I'm here on Vil's behalf. Some movie thing."

Ohh. That makes sense. Trey's face only gets redder, if possible, and he clears his throat. "...My mistake,"

Your frown softens, and you sigh.

"You couldn't have known... and... thanks for worrying about me, I guess. Maybe next time we can talk in private?"

Next time. Trey's heart flutters at the promise, if he dare call it that, and he nods.

"A-ah, of course. Next time,"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Handle With Care 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your work blurs the lines between professional and personal.

Note: I’m on a Bucky kick and can’t stop myself.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Bucky sighs and shifts in the seat, trying to see past the clog of traffic. He sits back heavily, enough to jolt the entire car. You glance at him as you steer away from the bottle neck.

"We're not going in the front, are we?" He smooths his hair and furrows his brow.

"Not unless you want cameras in your face," you pull into an underground lot and roll down your window to swipe your card in the fee machine.

"Mm, exactly my point," he brushes his palms over his stubble. You can hear the bristle.

"Look, we're both just trying to get through this. For Wilson." You slowly roll through and look for a spot.

"He doesn't need me--"

"Stop saying that," you snip. "You wouldn't be here if that was true. I didn't exactly wake up thinking I'd be crawling through your window."

"No one asked you to."

You veer into a spot and slam on the brake. "Actually, Barnes, he asked me to. That's why I did it, so let's cut the lone wolf schtick and grind our teeth through the pomp and ceremony."

He grumbles. You shift into park and kill the engine. You take a deep breath and search for your zen. He's undoing a lot of self-work right now. You undo your seat belt and get out. He mirrors you with reluctance.

"We'll circle around and head in through the rear," you shut the door and stomp in your heels, clasping your bag tightly as you check the time.

"Yes, Captain," he says sardonically.

"No, he's inside, waiting," you return.

He's quiet as he follows you. You don't fail to notice the looks he gets. You can't blame him for not appreciating prying eyes. Still, it's the least he can do for Sam. Just this once.

As you get around to the back doors, past the fervour and rush of attendees, he catches up to you. There's a man in a uniform keeping watch. You wave as you approach.

"Tito," you smile.

"Huh..." he squints at you as his burly arms tense in his jacket. "Oh, it's you? I didn't recognise you in that... thing."

You glance down at your dress, "special occasion."

"Mm, right."

"Come on, Tito, I got clearance," you argue.

"No one's in the back but personnel."

"I am personnel. Didn't I disarm that bomb way back--"

"Hmmm," he looks past you at Bucky. "Hey, it's you."

Bucky growls and shuffles closer.

"Look, my friend here is having a rough day. The front is a circus, please, Ti?"

"You still owe me that drink," he nibbles his lip.

You chuckle, "I got a flask--" You show him your clutch.

He laughs. "You know what I mean."

"I told ya I would. I'm a busy gal," you fend him off. "So, pretty please, Tito?"

He rolls his eyes and reaches for his belt. He scans his card and opens the door. You wobble through hurriedly and Bucky drags his feet. He follows you down the hall.

"You know a lot of people," he mutters.

"Some. My work takes me all around. Just like yours."

"Sure," he sniffs.

You slow as you hear noise. You'd rather not make a whole round of small talk. You grab Bucky's sleeve and drag him down a long hall.

"Where are we going?"

"Stage door. We can sneak down the stairs," you explain.

"Won't someone be watching?"

"Sure, and I'll get us through," you assure him. "Just like I've done everything else."

He sucks his teeth, "you're mad."

"I'm not mad, Barnes," you let him go. "Trust me, you would know if I was."

You meet another guard along the way. She stops you and asks for credentials. As you try to search out a suitable way past, she looks past you.

"Wait, oh, I know you," she points at Bucky, "no problem, go right through."

"Know me?" Bucky utters.

"The Winter Soldier," she bubbles. "Sure thing. Go on. Say hi to Cap for me."

He moves stiffly ahead of you and you follow. His metal fingers fidget at his side. You can tell he's uncomfortable. Hell, you are too.

You come out through the stage door and quickly snake around the distracted honorees and presenters, the crew scurrying around like ants in a hill. You get Bucky down the stairs and find the seats reserved for you. 'Guest of S. Wilson.' You sit and he does too.

He sets his feet wide and rests his hands on his thighs. His fingers rub up and down the fabric restlessly. You put your phone on silent and put it in your clutch. You wiggle in the stiff seat and crane to see the doors as guests slowly trickle in.

You peek at Bucky. His jaw is squared, his eyes are unfocused, he stares at the curtains over the stage. You know it's a lot for him. You realise that he's not doing this on purpose.

People line the seats behind you and around you. Their voices break the tenuous calm. You greet a few that are familiar but otherwise bide your time.

When at last the ceremony begins and the lights dim for the brighter ones over the stage, Bucky coughs and you can feel him jittering. His leg is bouncing and he's picking at the edge of his jacket. The host goes through their whole intro as his fidgeting intensifies. The sudden blast of horns makes him jump.

You reach over and put your hand on his. He locks up and squeezes your fingers, so tight he might crack your knuckles. You lean against him gently.

"Barnes, you're doing good," you say.

He doesn't respond. You don't expect him to. He's entirely still. You know he's not there anymore. You bring your other hand over his and rub his knuckles. You'll get him through this just like Lagos.

[thanosspills]

A Night Out With "Team Thanos"

Synopsis: You and your new-found friends survived the games together after X's win the majority vote. Now that your roomies, a typical weekend with the group is cheering Thanos on at his show, getting wasted, and dancing at Nam-gyu's hot-spot club.

This is a continuation of my last team Thanos story! You can read it here (You don't need to read it to read this story, they're mainly just headcannons!)

Characters: Se-mi/player 380, Thanos/player 230, Nam-gyu/player 124, Min-su/player 125, Gyeong-su/player 256

Squid game au outside of the games, very light-hearted :) ...maybe

Reader is dating Thanos!

Warnings: drinking

"Hell no I'm not wearing that." Se-mi immediately shuts down your suggestion as she glares at the short black dress you picked out for her. "But you'd look so hot in it!" you argue. She rolls her eyes and fidgets with her lip ring, her go-to move when contemplating something. "Babe!" You hear Thanos shout from the bathroom. You throw the black dress at Se-mi and rush over to him.

Thanos is standing in front of the mirror looking defeated. "How the fuck do you get these to stick up?" Thanos gestures at his short pieces of hair on the sides of his head cut to look like horns. They sadly droop sideways, sticking out horizontally. You burst out a giggle, "Hey don't laugh! We have to go and I look stupid." He pouts. You compose yourself and grab the hair gel on the counter, "I'm sorry baby I'm sorry" You say, still holding in laughter. You stand on the tips of your toes to get a good angle on his head as he looms over you. You rub the gel into your fingers and run them through his purple strands of hair, pointing them upward and slightly curling them so they stay up just how he likes them. "There you go." You smile at Thanos, admiring how damn good he looks. You set the gel back down on the counter, Thanos's eyes locked on you. He grabs your wrist and pulls you back toward him. He places his other hand on your waist, moving it down to your ass as he pulls you into a deep, prolonged kiss. It was his way of saying thank you, and god you liked that so much more then the words.

"You're gonna be late to your own damn show if you don't hurry." Se-mi interrupts standing at the doorway with Min-su and Gyeong-su next to her. She's wearing the dress you gave her, her arms crossed uncomfortably. "Yo, Thanos looking fly my bro!" Gyeong-su excitedly shouts, doing little finger horns above his head. Thanos grins and dabs Gyeong-su up, before shouting "LET'S GOOO!" as he jumps through the living room toward the front door. You smile at Se-mi, "Look at youuu!" you tease. She chuckles and playfully nudges you, "Shut up." You turn back toward Min-su, asking, "What do you think?" Min-su shyly smiles and looks at the ground. "She looks good.."

Thanos dabs up the bouncer as you and the group walk into the club, his arm draped around your shoulder. Nam-gyu spots you guys and marches over to Thanos, "There you are! Fuck, dude you were almost late again." Thanos grins, "Chill bro, the fans love me they don't mind waiting." Thanos turns to you and dramatically kisses the top of your head, "See you on stage, senõrita!' He skips away and Nam-gyu angrily speeds up to catch up with him.

Thanos's presence takes over the entire club, everyone was chanting and jumping up and down to each song. After the games, Thanos used his money to up the production of his music and found his footing again as a rapper. His success skyrocketed, giving his career a second life. He honestly didn't need to play at a club, but he enjoys the personality of a local crowd and likes bringing attention to Nam-gyu's work. You and Gyeong-su are jumping up and down, rapping Thanos's lyrics at each other. Gyeong-su had been to so many of his concerts before the games he was better at keeping up, which you were slightly jealous of. He always teased you about being a bigger fan. Se-mi swayed and sipped on her drink as Nam-gyu was forcefully gripping Min-su's shoulders from behind and shaking him to the song.

Thanos blew the crowd an animated kiss and ran backstage, immediately swallowing you with a big hug. He peppered your face in kisses, the adrenaline of performing still pumping through his body. He would always say his two favorite drugs were you and the stage. Gyeong-su ran up to you guys, drunkenly bouncing up and down "BRO THAT WAS FUCKING WILD! YOU WERE A BEAST UP THERE!"

"SHOTS FOR THE V.I.PS!" The bartender poured up two shots for each of you, everyone clinked glasses and threw them back. Min-su always coughed and gagged after each one, and Nam-gyu always gave him a hard time for it. Nights like these made everyone forget the games ever existed. You guys weren't drinking to forget, you were all just friends, making memories to help combat the brutality you collectively witnessed. It's what made you guys so close. The tension between the group in the games quickly decimated once you guys made it out and agreed to stick together. You were feeling the looseness and euphoria the alcohol gave you, Gyeong-su darted toward the dance floor as one of his favorite rap songs started playing. Se-mi, Nam-gyu and Min-su followed. Thanos stood up, "Come on senõrita let's dance!" He shouted. You giggled, "Okay, okay hang on!" You quickly grab what's left of your drink and down it. You turn toward the bar top to set it back down, and your heart drops at the sight of something you swear wasn't there a second ago. A brown paper business card laid flat on the counter. Sharp, agonizing memories flood back to you. It was exactly how you remembered it, despite you trying so hard to forget all of it. You pick it up with shaky hands. A circle, a triangle, and a square decorated the top. How the fuck was this possible? You turn it over, reading the familiar digits. "456-034"

I saw a couple people asking for more so heres a part two :)) Sorry this ones kinda short. I love writing for team Thanos so much let me know what you think!!

[petersasteria]

That's That Me Espresso - G-Dragon/Kwon Ji-Yong

Pairing: Senior barista!Ji-Yong x New barista!Reader Summary: Coffee shop AU. Haters to lovers.

A/N: HEAVILY inspired by my life bc i work as a barista and it's my first job and i've been a barista for like a year and 6 months

You're a fresh graduate with a degree of hospitality and restaurant management. You've always wanted to start your own business, but you wanted to have enough work experience first. Lucky for you, your favorite coffee shop near your apartment is hiring. After you did your chores, you got ready and went to the coffee shop.

Upon opening the door, you were immediately greeted by the warm welcome of the baristas there with an award-winning smile. Of course, you smiled back as you approached a man behind the counter. He smiled, "Hi! What can I get you?"

"Um, hi," You squinted and read his nameplate, "Ji-Yong! I saw that you were hiring and I was wondering if that position has been filled already?"

He looked at you and smirked, "No, it hasn't been filled yet. Though, if it were up to me, you can start today and I'll personally train you. I've been a certified barista trainer for 5 years." He looked very proud of himself. You scrunched your face a little bit before saying, "Anyway, I'd like to leave my resume here." You handed him your resume and he gladly took it from your hand.

He skimmed through everything and nodded a few times with an impressed look on his face. He glanced at you and said, "Cool credentials." He placed your resume on the counter and looked at you, "Listen, I'm like the second senior barista here so I'm basically like a supervisor at this point."

Why was he telling you this?

"Um, okay. Good for you." You said. He chuckled.

"I'm telling you that info because I was going to let you know that you can sit down and I'll tell the manager. It's a bit of a slow day, anyway. I'm sure she can give you an interview today." He smiled.

"Oh, that'd be great! Thank you, Ji-Yong." You gave him a curt smile.

"Maybe next time, you'll call me 'baby' instead." He flirts and winks at you before disappearing in the back office to talk to the manager. You shook your head and sat down on one of the tables near the counter.

After about a minute, you hear footsteps approaching you and you look up to see a different barista holding a tray with a cup of warm latte adorned with a beautiful, simple latte art. "Here's your complimentary latte, miss." He smiles.

"Thanks you..." you trailed off. He didn't have a name tag.

"Oh! Sorry. My name is Daesung."

"Thank you, Daesung! I'm Y/N." You both shook hands and conversed a little bit. You learned that he only started working there the week before and you were quick to learn that he's quite funny. After a quick chat with Daesung, he went back to work after Ji-Yong told him to come back and help make drinks.

The manager walks out of the back office, sees you, and smiles. She walked over to you and said, "Y/N Y/L/N?"

You nod before standing up. You reached out your hand for her to shake, which she did, and said, "You must be the manager."

"Yes, I am. Let's take a seat and talk about your application."

-

Needless to say, the interview was a success. Today's your first day and you were excited and nervous at the same time. It's your first job, after all. You dressed in a simple outfit and when you arrived there, your manager was quick to inform you that Ji-Yong would be your trainer.

Oh, how you found him annoying as hell.

Since he's your trainer, all your breaks are scheduled together. Every chance he'd get, he wanted to be close to you. It started with small things. He would stand next to you and guide your hands to steam the milk correctly, he'd sit next to you on your break time and take a peek on who you're messaging, he'd take a bite of your food before running off laughing. You'd always roll your eyes and just let him be. It was clear that he wanted a reaction from you and you didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

After a pleasant month of working at the cafe, Ji-Yong decided that it was finally time to train you on the ins and outs of working behind the register. You were extremely nervous. When you asked him for advice, all he said was, "Just don't press the wrong thing."

One day, your manager didn't come in for work because her son was sick and didn't have anyone to take care of him due to her husband being away for business. That would mean Ji-Yong had to step in and play the manager role. After all, he was currently on store manager training.

Throughout the day, many people came in and out of your store and at one point, the line reached the door. Daesung was absolutely busting his ass off making drinks as fast as he could, Taeyang was quickly calling out people's names for them to claim their drinks, and Ji-Yong was jotting down advanced orders and placing them down next to the register for you to see while he heats up the pastries customers bought to quickly hand it to them as they wait for their turn to pay.

And you? Well, you were doing your best. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, you wanted to have a mental breakdown. But you sucked it all up because you were NOT going to cry today. Especially not now when your trainer, Ji-Yong, is stressed. Of all the days the manager's son could've gotten sick, it had to be on a busy weekend. Ji-Yong was on his wits end.

There were actually two registers, but Ji-Yong decided that since you're under-staffed, that would leave Daesung the only one left to make drinks if he made you and Taeyang transact customers. He had enough compassion and empathy to know that it wouldn't be nice for Daesung to be left like that. That's why he chose you to transact customers as part of your training.

'Taeyang got off easy.' You thought to yourself.

Ji-Yong was quite intimidating and scary. You've never seen him like this before. He was usually fun and relaxed. Not today. He moved so quick. When he joined Daesung to make drinks, he got the ice blended drinks while Daesung worked on the simple hot and iced drinks. In the span of 5 minutes, Ji-Yong was able to make 20 drinks all by himself (tricky promotional drinks included). Daesung was only able to make 10 drinks. A bit irate by that, Ji-Yong sternly said, "Taeyang, you know Daesung's only been here for only a month and he's not that quick yet. You've been here for a year and you know it's a rushed day. Switch."

It was chilling to hear. Taeyang and Daesung immediately switched places, not wanting to be killed by Ji-Yong's intimidating gaze. If they were nervous around him, they can't imagine how scared you are of your trainer. It was at this moment you wanted him beside you because when he left to help make drinks, it felt chilly and you were scared.

After he was done with the ice blended drinks, he wiped his sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, wiped his hands on his apron, took a deep breath, and walked towards you. By now, the line is shorter, but it's still a lot of people.

"How are you?" He quietly asked as he looked for his notepad; preparing to take advanced orders.

"I'm hanging in there." You replied meekly. He snorted before taking advanced orders again. You glanced at him as he plastered a fake smile on his face while conversing with customers to make them less irate. He was quite charming, even though you hated to admit it. You were grateful for him despite the annoying shit he does.

Eventually, peak hours were over and it was now time for a break. Coincidentally, there were no people left. Just then, Ji-Yong did the unthinkable.

"Everyone, gather around." He called out. You, Taeyang, and Daesung left your posts and walked towards him. He was standing by the pastry case, his hand on top of the glass as he leaned over, deep in thought.

"What I'm about to do, shall never reach our manager. I trust you all and I know you guys have trust in me. I wouldn't be here if you didn't." He said quietly. It was almost dramatic like in some Captain America movie where he's going to sacrifice himself or something.

"What're you gonna do?" Taeyang asked, curious about his actions.

He removed his hand on the glass, turned around to face all of you and said, "I've decided to close the store for an hour to get our much needed and long awaited lunch breaks. Because of all your hard work and commitment, I bought all of us lunch and you're free to get your complimentary drink. I'll make a sign that says we'll be closed for an hour. Until then," He trailed off.

He looked at you, "Y/N clear the register. Make sure nothing's on top of the counter, not even your Sharpie. Wipe the pastry case's exterior with glass cleaner and replenish what is needed in the pastry area."

You nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Well? What're you waiting for, Christmas? Go!" He said and you hurriedly did what you were told.

"Daesung, replenish what is needed in the production station, clean them, replenish the milk in the fridge, and for god's sake replenish the beans!" He said and Daesung immediately did that.

"Taeyang, you've always been really quick at lobby duty. You know what to do." Ji-Yong said coolly.

Taeyang nodded, "Yes, sir. Clear the tables, sweep the floor, mop the floor, and throw the trash."

"Good job, now, go." Ji-Yong said as walked to the back office. "I'll make the sign now and once you're all done, remove your aprons and put it in your lockers, wash your hands, and get settled on the table. I will join you shortly."

When all of you were done, you all watched as Ji-Yong taped a sign that said: "BARISTAS ON BREAK. COME BACK AFTER ONE HOUR."

Just as he placed it there, a delivery boy came and Ji-Yong immediately paid the guy as he got the food. Ji-Yong locked the door and made his way towards you with a big smile.

You all decided to share a table because it made no sense to separate. He sat next to you and he distributed all your food.

"Thanks, Ji." Taeyang said as he took a bite.

"Thank you." You and Daesung said at the same time. You all ate in silence when Ji-Yong asked, "Just wondering, how am I doing so far? Y'know, as the manager for today's shift?"

"Ji, you're very skilled." Taeyang started. "You wouldn't be running our shift today if you weren't. You're doing great. I'm actually pretty glad that you're not like our manager. I mean, she's nice and all, but she just stays in the back office the whole day until she decided it's time for her to go home. You stuck with us and ran the shift effectively as you see fit."

"You were quite scary." Daesung admitted. Taeyang chuckled at his confession and Ji-Yong laughed.

"Daesung, I'm only scary when I need to be. I can't be your buddy-buddy barista forever. I'm on manager training now. There are boundaries I have to put if I want our shift to be smooth. However, I'm still your friend and you can still count on me if you make a mistake and want to keep it a secret." Ji-Yong said with a real smile. He turned to look at you, "My wonderful and beautiful trainee... how did I do?"

"You're a natural born leader, that's for sure. I agree with Daesung; you're quite scary, but now I understand why." You said.

"Thanks, guys." Ji-Yong grinned.

After lunch break was over and your table was cleared, Ji-Yong waited for all of you to settle in your stations before removing the signage he put. To his surprise, a long line was waiting. He turned to all of you and said, "Long line again! Be your best selves. Our goal for this part of the shift is to not get a complaint about behavior and attitude. We all just ate, so we have all the energy." He turned to face the customers waiting as he unlocked the door. Immediately, people came in.

Time passed and it was now near closing time. Taeyang was already on his planted position in the lobby area. He was spraying unoccupied tables, wiping them down, and flipping the chairs. Daesung was already cleaning one of the espresso machines and he already shut off one of the blenders in the station behind him. Ji-Yong was removing the empty plates inside the pastry case and removing the signages of food that isn't there anymore. You were transacting the last customer of the day.

"I'd like 5 of your ice blended mocha with 5 additional pumps of salted caramel syrup on each. I'd also like 6 slices of your cheesecake and 5 cookies." Your customer said with a vibe you didn't like. This customer was so full of it. Ji-Yong and Daesung didn't start preparing anything because you didn't endorse anything yet.

"Um, sorry to ask, what size will you be getting for the ice blended mocha?" You asked nicely.

"Ugh, are you stupid? I said large!"

You swallowed the lump on your throat and asked, "As for your food, um, you never clarified what kind of cheesecake and cookies you wanted. For the cheesecake, we have New York cheesecake, blueberry cheesecake, and cookies and cream cheesecake. For the cookies, we have chocolate chip cookies, red velvet cookies, and oatmeal cookies."

"What did I say earlier? I said cheesecake, right? Which means it's plain. It also means that I meant it's the New York cheesecake. As for the cookies, are you really THAT dumb? What's the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word, 'cookie'?? It's obviously chocolate chip. Can you stop being dumb?!" The customer shouted.

The other customers looked up in shock, even Taeyang stopped mopping the floor. Daesung put a hand on his mouth, not knowing what to say. And Ji-Yong? Well, he's had enough. You were his trainee and you happen to be his work crush. No one treats his trainee and work crush like that. He looked up from what he was doing and coolly walked towards you.

"What's going on?" He asked sternly.

"This cashier girl is stupid! She-"

"I heard you the first time. What I meant to ask was, what's going on and why's your underwear in a twist, huh? You think shouting at people who work in customer service is good? You think so highly of yourself, is that it?" Ji-Yong asked with a raised eyebrow.

"She's my trainee and people I've trained are not stupid. Every barista you see on duty right now, I've trained. They turned out fine. She's just doing her job like I taught her how to. I heard everything. You never said the size you want for your drink, you never said what kind of cheesecake you want, and you never said what cookie you want."

"I'm a regular here! She should know my order by heart!"

"I've been working here for 5 years. I've never seen you before. If I have seen you before, I would know because I would've warned everyone here about your shitty attitude, so don't come here pretending like you own the place because you don't. If the barista says you're not being clear, then you're not being clear. How are we supposed to do anything right, if you can't order properly?" Ji-Yong argued. He wasn't holding back at all.

You looked at him. His veins were popping on his neck and his forehead. Oh, he was MAD.

"How dare you talk to a customer like that?! Where's your manager??"

Ji-Yong smirked, "That would be me."

The customer looked in horror and said, "I'm leaving! I don't want to order anymore!"

"Good! We don't need a customer like you. You're the only customer with many demands that aren't clear. So, yes, do us a favor and go home." Ji-Yong said with a proud look on his face. The customer scoffed and left.

-

As Ji-Yong double checked all the stations, all three of you were outside of the cafe, waiting for him.

"That customer was intense, no?" Taeyang said. Daesung nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I thought the customer would bite your head off, Y/N. I mean, thank god Ji-Yong was there to speak."

"He's always had a smart mouth." Taeyang snickered. "I wouldn't put it past him to do shit like that, especially if he's going to be a manager now."

"He was so quiet in the back office. It was weird. I mean, thank goodness the dishwasher made white noise. Otherwise, I'd go insane." You said. You closed the backroom area and you'd glance at Ji-Yong from time to time. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he typed away on the store's computer.

When Ji-Yong was done checking the stations, he closed the air conditioner and the lights before exiting the store. He looked surprised, "Oh, I thought you guys left me already."

"Ji-Yong, you bought us lunch and became our star barista of the day. Of course we'll wait for you." Daesung said with a smile. He's always so positive and joyful.

Ji-Yong's cheeks flushed in a pink color when Daesung mentioned that he was a 'star barista'. He smiled to himself as he locked the door of the cafe. "If you guys want to leave already, you can go now." He said. He looked at the three of you, "Thanks for trusting me today. I hope I didn't let you down. I'm very open to feedback and if you have some feedback for me, well, don't hesitate to send me a message. It's been a pleasure manning our shift."

You all thanked each other and just like that, Daesung and Taeyang left. He looked at you expectantly and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Well, I just wanted to thank you for standing up for me back there." You said in a small voice, afraid that if you spoke louder, you'd cry. His face softened and pulled you in for a hug.

"Aww, it's no problem." He pulled away and looked at you as your tears start clouding your eyes. "You're not stupid because if you're stupid, then you're trainer's stupid. Lucky for you, I'm your trainer and I'm not stupid." He playfully winked, making you chuckle.

"You did great today at the register. I half expected you to cry. I was ready for you and Taeyang to switch places and I know he can transact customers 10x faster than you." He confessed.

"Well, why didn't you?" You questioned.

He shrugged and gave you a boyish grin, "I believed in you. If you trusted me enough to know that I won't fail you as your trainer, I should also trust you not to fail me as your manager. This is a give and take thing, Y/N. Just like how you trust Daesung to make drinks correctly or how you trust Taeyang to give the customers their orders correctly. So, don't be so hard on yourself especially when you're still getting the hang of it. You'll get there eventually."

You nodded, speechless by his encouraging words. "Thank you, Ji-Yong... for everything. I'm learning a lot from you."

"I'll be absolutely terrified if you don't learn anything from me." He laughed. "I'll walk you home. It's not safe to walk this late. Which way are you going?"

You pointed in the direction you usually walk on and he nodded, "Oh, I use the same route too. Where do you live?"

"I live in the apartment nearby, actually."

"...Is your apartment building beige with a random blotch of blue paint?"

"Yes... how did you know?" You eyed him suspiciously as you both started walking.

"Two reasons. One: it's a weird design and two: I live there too." He laughed. "What a coincidence."

"Wow, it's like I can't escape work." You joked, causing him to laugh really hard.

"Wow, and she jokes!" He laughed, kicking a random pebble. "You really are something, Y/N."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I like you, Y/N."

You stopped in your tracks and he stopped too. Neither of you looked at each other.

"Um, sorry for saying it like that. I just-"

"Well, that's that me espresso." You shrugged and continued walking. He chuckled and jogged a little bit to catch up with you.

"What was that?" He chuckled.

"I just mean that you liked me for me, I assume. So, that's that me espresso." You giggled. "I will admit that it does sound silly, but it makes sense to me."

He smiled, "So, would you like to go on a date with me?"

"Isn't it bad to date your co-workers?" You questioned, both of you entering the apartment building.

"Lucky for you, I won't be your co-worker for long." He trailed off sadly. "No one else knows this yet except our manager, but I've submitted my two-week notice three days ago. I got a job offer to be a manager at a bigger cafe and the pay's better."

"Well, in that case, I'll be sad to see my trainer go, but I'll be happy very happy to see you when we're going on dates." You flirted as you pressed the elevator button.

He stared at you in surprise and exclaimed, "So, is that a yes?!"

You shrugged, "I don't have a trainer that's stupid."

"Wow, using my words against me." He laughed. The elevator doors opened and both of you entered. He watched as you pressed the floor number you're going to and said, "I'll take you out when I'm not working at the cafe anymore."

"That sounds fine to me."

"In the meantime, can I call and text you?"

"Ji-Yong, we live in the same apartment building." You snickered. The elevator dinged. Both of you got off on your floor and walked to your door. "You know exactly where I live. You can just come over."

"Yeah, I know. It's just that I want to start off on a good note... preferably, not when I'm your superior. That's not going to look good, especially on me."

You pulled out your keys, unlocked your door, and hummed. "Okay. We can call and text, but since you want to start off on a good note, maybe we can call and text as friends? Y'know, just until you're settled in your new fancy schmancy bigger and better cafe."

"Sure." He laughed. "It's been a pleasure to walk you home, beautiful. Good night, Y/N." He took your hand and kissed it before dropping it gently.

"That's not very friendly." You smirked.

"I know. I just wanted to give you something to remember me by in hopes that you'll miss me tonight." He winked before walking away. "Good night again, Y/N." He called out.

"Good night, Ji-Yong." You smiled to yourself before entering your apartment.

-

A/N: this took me two days to write holy shit WAHAHAHAHAHA lmk if you want to be in a GD taglist! 🤍

[gothamite-rambler]

Batman and Jim faced a woman who has the flu, her boyfriend was on the floor crying with a knife in his thigh.

Liz: I have the flu, not that 'flu', but regular flu. I am not feeling well. I just wanted to have my broth and relax in bed until my flu went away. Then… that motherfucker!

Liz pointed to her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend who glared back at her.

Liz: Was like, "Let's cook together! Let's cook together!" Like a damn Muppet!

Kyle: I don't sound like Kermit the Frog!

Jim: Maybe don't keep talking.

Liz: Thank you! Anyways, he said if I went to the store to shop, he'd make me a meal that I could digest, because you know I'm sick! So I relented, we got the stuff, went home and I couldn't 'cook together'. I couldn't stand… I could barely walk! Kyle sucked his teeth in denial

Liz: I went to bed and thought he would leave me alone, maybe bring me some Campbell's soup. He came in the room with a cutting board, a bell pepper and a knife.

Batman (pointing to the knife in the man's thigh): The knife that's in his thigh?

Liz nodded, hands on her hips.

Liz: Oh yeah, I lost it. I'm not proud to admit it, but "cooking together" with that man is me doing ninety percent of the cooking! He does this with all his family and I can usually let it go, but not when I'm going through the flu!

Kyle: Oh my God, I had a cold at ten and it wasn't even that bad. You're such a—

Liz tossed the bell pepper she had been gripping in her hand directly at Kyle's head, making him grunt and interrupting his whining for a second.

Kyle (whining again): I just wanted to cook together!

Jim: You keep saying that, but that doesn't mean anything. Especially since she's sick. Why would you want her to cook when she has the flu? Also you lied to her, you promised her a dinner you'd cook.

Kyle: There is a knife in my thigh!

Jim (jokingly): You're alive. I got stabbed once and could still work so that means yours can't be that bad.

Liz: He's done crap similar to this. One time he did that stupid TikTok challenge where the guy says 'what's for dinner, bitch?' and I let it slide, but what he did was uncalled for! Batman has said anything, but I'm ready for my scolding.

Batman covered his mouth, unintentionally laughing. He turned to Jim, placing his hand on the man's shoulder.

Batman: This is fucking wild!

Jim nodded, rubbing his eyes and laughing as well.

Batman: I'm sorry, I just keep picturing you grabbing the knife and jabbing it into his thigh and he shouts "I just wanted to cook together!"

Jim: This fucking guy. He's like the dog that keeps bringing the ball back and I just want to rest.

Liz started laughing next, still pissed but glad two other men were on her side.

Liz: Dude, agree. I couldn't take his nonsense anymore.

Kyle: I'm right here!

Liz scoffed rolling her eyes.

Liz: Look I know I overreacted, but he promised to make dinner and give me my medicine then brought me a cutting board!

Batman: Which is the worst task to give a sick person. Bringing a knife and cutting board in bed. You're going to prison, but I don't blame you.

Jim: Yeah, you overreacted, but he's alive. We just have to wait for the EMTs to take him away and then take you in for questioning. Honestly you might not get jail time.

Kyle (defiant, whining): I'm suing her either way!

Liz: I'll pay half of your medical bills douche. This was a good reason to dump him at least. Kyle, pack your shit later and leave. We're through.

Kyle: Fine! I'll find another—

Batman and Jim: STOP SAYING COOK TOGETHER!

Kyle pouted, resting on the ground with his arms cross while Liz sat down to blow her nose.

Based off a reddit story I saw on smosh pit that angered me so much I had to write a what if. In the AITA post OP is the boyfriend who brought in the cutting board and she didn't stab him (I would've hit him with the cutting board at least). I can only hope she dumped his ass.

[cantfightmoonlight]

"It was a political decision I had to make because you broke the accords and killed someone and, yes, if I had walked out of the room and left Aaliyah to vote, I would have stood by her decision and the decision likely would have held, because as we already discussed, I was the one who asked for your verdict to be reconsidered. Not Nico, even if he had disagreed with it outside of those doors. You don't have to sever your personal feelings from politics. As you've said, you're not a politician. But, that is our fundamental difference and maybe you shouldn't be friends with them then."

"Understood. Rather than actually work to rectify the situation in a way that might benefit people more in the long term, I should publicly speak up on their behalf because it's nice to feel supported. Got it. You're under the threat of death just as much here as you are out there and, as I've stated a hundred times over, you're still a resident of this town. Town hall is still obligated to protect you. God forbid your fate winds up in the hands of Ben and the Coalition though as if they're such awful people to put your faith in," She slipped her hands into her pockets and gave him a small shrug.

"Say what you like, Rohan. I voted the way I did and you put every person in that room, all of your so called friends, in that position to when you took a life. You want to talk about an accident? You didn't just accidentally bring back the dead. You had to recite a complex dark magic spell, fully knowing what it could do. You took someone from this world and rid their family of all the time they could have had with them. Now, while I'm not one to judge given that every vampire has 'cheated' death in a way, that spell wasn't done unintentionally. Not fully and I didn't rob you of your magic. As far as I knew, the only consequence you'd face for the life you took and the law you broke at the time would be not being able to join some organizations you couldn't join anyway and having to leave the coven after you endangering them all. What the coven chose on top of that, I don't agree with. But, the fate we all decided in that room for you, pales in comparison to the fate you bestowed upon them. You have your life. They can't say the same and, you can be upset about it. You're entitled to that. But, we're entitled to be upset and disappointed in you for what you did as well."

"You say you should have been punished, but you complain about it and end friendships over it. Understood," She shrugged once more. "Maybe you shouldn't have bothered to search or visit then." She had never once implied that he should take it with a smile, but he could believe what he wanted at this point. She was done, regardless. "I never said you should have been more conscientious of my feelings then. I said that because of your reaction, which you are entitled to, I am feeling a certain way now. Present tense and I would like to work through it to preserve our friendship, if you'd be willing to have the conversation. But, you'd rather call it, so be it. Goodbye Rohan and good riddens," She flashed him a smile as she turned to walk away.

END.

Rohan shrugged. "Well, most people gossip, I guess. Maybe Todd doesn't actually, but from my few interactions with him, he tends to live only in the here and now. Maybe we should strive more toward that." He shook his head, but looking up to meet Meena's eyes, he narrowed his own.

"Uh...yes? If Aaliyah had voted to ban me in your absence, it would have held. That's all. But I mean, I avoided Nico in the beginning too. Don't think I didn't. Really. He and I just came to an understanding eventually, and I got a sense that he didn't agree with the choice. At the same time, you and I had had discussions in the past about the clan in the event I turned. Nico and I hadn't, and certainly JC and I hadn't, although yes, I suppose he would want most people in the pack." He knit his brow. "And look, there's a fundamental difference, Meena. You see all of this as a political decision you had to make. I'm not mad at people making political decisions. But I'm not able to sever personal feelings from politics, and hey, that's why I'm not the politician. At the end of the day, I see it as people I considered friends leaving me out on my own. For all the reasons they did. And not just you either. Certainly Poppy. Certainly the Fae, who did it all symbolically."

He pressed a hand to his aching forehead. "Even if the majority had ruled, yes, of course, it would have still been nice to know that people who disagreed had spoken up on my behalf. Would it have changed the decision? No. Would it would have made a difference to me? Yeah. And I don't know. You'd have to ask the pack. I'm not in it, nor have I ever been."

Rohan narrowed his eyes. "That room exiled me with the knowledge I can't leave this town under threat of death. I'll say whatever I want to say about it." He threw up his hands. "Come on. As if it's something that just happened on its own? On accident? Meena, you voted for it. And fine, you'd do it again. There. Good. Settled. This is the consequence of that. I was hurt in the crossfire, and I'm allowed to feel however I want to feel about that."

He sighed, raising an eyebrow. "When your turn as mayor is up, I'll vote for whoever I think is the best candidate. That's how it works, right? Again, being mayor is not something that just happened on its own, Meena. If you don't want to do it, stop doing it. Or don't." He raised his brow. "Of course I did! And I'm living with the consequences of it every day. I lost my powers. I have no protection in this town. I'm out here on my own, even now. I've never said I shouldn't have been punished, and I have been."

Rohan grit his teeth. "I needed space, Meena. I was raw and lost and vulnerable. I needed space. And months later? I still searched for you. I still came to visit you in recovery. I ran into you today and apologized and offered you a ride. But this isn't a legal technicality I didn't like. It's my life. Every aspect of my existence in this town. I don't have a 'stance on the matter.' My friends voted to exile me. Was it really a great shock that I may have been upset about that? I know I took a life. I live with that. I strive to make amends for that. I accept I deserve punishment for that. I've been punished for that. And if I deserve more, then I'll have to take it, but I'm not perfect enough to take it with a smile."

Rohan's expression darkened. "So have I. Multiple times. So has my husband. So have most of us. I don't think your feelings are ridiculous. I never said that. What I said was ridiculous is you saying to me I should have been more conscientious about your feelings when feeling mine about something you did. And I did apologize, Meena. I apologized for hurting you in response to me being hurt, and I got a big explanation of all the reasons why I shouldn't have felt hurt in the first place. So let's call it. I'm done. You have a great rest of your day."

[mi-co-uk]

coming clean

blue!reader x saviour!matt

WARNINGS: mentions of abuse, self-hate, degrading manipulation, suggestions towards noncon. , themes of loneliness and abandonment etc. the series itself will contain heavy angst , fluff and some smut 𖦹

I've never written a fic before so any feedback and support is appreciated !

p.s the grammar is wrong but I like it that way coz it feels like a diary entry that way but if it's distracting I can change it :3

pls enjoy <3

INTRO

the ringing in my ears never gets more bearable. the more they all yell, the more they all hit, it all drowns into one echo. the echo of a thousand impacts. the melted screeches in my ear.

I think I always knew it was wrong. the blood. it was always mine. never reciprocated. did that make me the villain? was I the one not loving enough?

you call me your angel and you call me your monster. I've never liked my own body or my own heart so I understood it. I understand the abandonment and I understand why you don't listen and I understand why you don't care. I would bleed myself dry to be perfect. but you'd probably still think I was disgusting then too.

the radio plays my CD. your CD I should say. you pay for it all. I should be more grateful. thats what you tell me. I dance in your room, in your clothes, in the body you tell me you own.

it's late when youre home. I'm not supposed to speak. the affections take us upstairs where you "fulfill your role" to me. I don't enjoy it. whispering echoes cycle back and forth in my head. your voice. telling me I do enjoy it. telling me that makes me a whore. telling me it makes me more than what I was worth before but my family would be disgusted at the sight of me.

i know why you say it. to keep me here and to keep me yours. as if I have a choice. this house is the one you took me too. I know you stole me from my family. you stole me from my sisters. you stole me from my friends. worst of all you stole me from myself. you stole me from all trace of common sense and self preservation. but how could I have known? you didn't hurt me till then. you made me feel loved before then. you made me feel worthy, listened to and you made me feel beautiful.

but now it's my fault. and I'm stuck here crying. because I'm a whore. because I'm a monster. because I'm worthless, ignored and ugly.

and I have no where to go.

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this is a little intense lol but i hope it reaches the right audience 😭

a/n this is unfortunately based on real events that are quite personal to me so yeah but I'm obviously gonna change a lot of details hence saviour!matt lol

let me know what you think !

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ - mi

[vintagebuckybarnes]

Soft Smiles, Hopeful Hearts

Pairing: College Student! Best Friend! Loki Laufeyson x College Student! GN! Reader

Total Wordcount: 1.4K

Summary: For years, you and Loki have been in love with one another, but neither of you has taken the first step to take your relationship to the next level. This won't stop Thor from trying to get either one of you to take that step. When you two go to the spring dance together, his dream of seeing you two get your happily ever after might finally come true.

Tags & Warnings: Canon divergence | No powers AU | College AU | College Student! Loki | College Student! Thor | Genderneutral! Reader | College Student! Reader | Meddling best friend/brother | Childhood best friends to lovers | Mutual pining

Story Rating: G | General

Author's Note: This is my first story, which includes Loki and Thor, so I hope you will enjoy it! It was a hoot to write this, and I'm looking forward to what you all think of this story 💜

Writing Prompts @fandom-free-bingo Bug Edition: Dancing together @fandom-free-bingo Gingerbread Edition: Surprise kiss | Happily Ever After

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“I think you should ask them to go to the spring dance, Loki. You’re both head over heels in love with one another! And if you wait any longer, someone else might have asked before you. I’m not planning on seeing you sulk for weeks on end because you didn’t dare to ask Y/N to the dance,” Thor says, his thick Australian accent drifting through the library. He’s ‘studying’ with his brother, Loki, and some of their friends for an upcoming exam, but as usual, there’s more talking than studying happening.

“First- I’m not head over heels in love with anyone; I love them like a friend and nothing more-” Loki says, though the flush on his cheeks tells everyone something else entirely. You and Thor grew up next to one another, but when you were six, Odin and Frigga adopted a four-year-old Loki when his parents gave him up.

From that moment on, the three of you have been inseparable, and wherever one of you was, the other two were always close by. Over the years, the boys have grown rather protective of you, but while you and Thor have always remained friends, Loki has developed romantic feelings for you. However, he has never found the courage to admit this to you. What Loki doesn’t know is that you’re in love with him as well, and the only person who knows is Thor.

For years, he has been trying to get the two of you together, setting you two up on dates by first agreeing to go out with you both, then suddenly saying “something came up,” but to this day, nothing has happened. Despite this, he’s still trying to get his wish by seeing you two living Happily Ever After together, and he’ll try everything in his might to get his wish.

“And second, I don’t think I’m going to the dance. You and Y/N should go, though. They’ll love this year’s theme,” Loki says, his voice cracking a little at the thought of not going with you. His struggle to keep his emotions in check is evident, and he quickly bends himself over his textbook, which makes his raven black hair fall beside his face like a curtain.

“All I’m saying is that you’ll probably regret it if you don’t ask,” Thor shrugs before dropping the topic, instead moving on to the next College Football game this Saturday, as he is the team's quarterback. Loki has stopped listening for a while and is only snapped out of his thoughts when one of the chairs at the table moves back, only to be occupied by the most beautiful person he has ever seen: you.

“Hi! I hope it’s okay if I interrupt your studying, but I figured I’d bring you both some lunch,” you tell them with a chipper voice, making Loki’s heart swell with love and his mouth curl into a smile at the sight. You put down a brown bag in front of them, and Thor immediately rips it open to find a few meaty sandwiches, some with a plant-based spread, and some fruit and a black coffee on the side.

For Loki, you have made a salad with all his favorite toppings, with two apples and an iced coffee to go with it, and you’ve also put a little note in both of their lunches, just like you always do. It’s become a habit from when you were small because your mothers used to do it, and when all three of you moved into an apartment near the Campus, you started doing it as a joke, but now it is something they always look forward to.

“You never interrupt us,” Thor says in his rugged voice, and you smile at him before looking over at Loki as he reads his note. His eyes grow wide as they speed over the letters written in neat, dark green handwriting.

“Wait- Are you really asking me? Out of all people?” Loki asks, his tone unsure as he holds the note tightly in his hand. His heart races as he reads the words, “Loki, will you go to the Spring Dance with me?” and you nod enthusiastically. You and Thor have been talking about this moment for a few days, and eventually, he gave you the idea of slipping the question into his lunch with the note, which worked a charm.

“Well, I believe we should go and look at some outfits then because I’d love to go to the dance with you,” Loki says with a charming smile, his eyes sparkling with joy. You jump out of your chair to wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly in the process. His long, nimble fingers clutching your shirt as if he’s afraid that you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. The entire time, Thor is looking at you both with a massive grin on his face, pride beaming off him the entire time.

The night of the Spring Dance has arrived, and you’re putting the finishing touches on your outfit. Loki has opted for an emerald green suit with subtle gold accents, and his hair is styled in a bun with a few loose pieces in the front to frame his pale features. As you look in the mirror, you admire your all-black outfit paired with a simple necklace Loki has gifted you, a small emerald hanging on it. He gifted it to you when you graduated high school together with Thor, and you’ve always worn it on special occasions.

“Are you ready for the reveal?” you ask before walking out of your bedroom, where Loki promised to be waiting on the other side of the closed door. After a soft ‘yes,’ you open the door, revealing your outfit to him, and you can’t help but take an extra look at him, as the suit he is wearing appears to be sculpted by gods. As the man in front of you takes in the sight, it’s like love at first sight all over again, and he cannot get enough of how you look.

“Wow,” he whispers before extending his hand and bringing yours to his lips to kiss it softly. As soon as his soft lips are on your skin, you feel your heart nearly leaping out of your chest from the surprise kiss, and your cheeks start burning in excitement.

“You look amazing too, Loki. You always look stunning in this green color,” you tell him, and his cheeks turn bright red as he looks away, wanting to hide his flushed cheeks. You two are still holding hands the entire time, and it feels very natural when you fully intertwine your fingers with his.

Then, as soon as you’re ready to go, Thor is dressed in a classic tuxedo, and Jane Foster, his date, is dressed in a classic red gown. Loki orders an Uber for you all to share. You’re excited about finally going on a date with someone you’ve been crushing on for a few years. It took a lot of courage to ask him finally, but as soon as the confirmation left his lips, you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that night.

The beginning of the night seems to go by in a blur as you’re spending it dancing, laughing, drinking, and having fun with Thor, Loki, and Jane. Then, the DJ starts a slow song, and Loki stretches his hand out again, silently asking for the two of you to dance together. A slight shock goes through your body when your hand touches his, and Loki smiles as he guides you to the dancefloor like a true gentleman.

“Are you enjoying yourself tonight?” he asks, his hands on your waist while yours are on his shoulders. You’ve rarely been this close to him, but you can’t get enough of the smell of his cologne and how his smile brightens his features each time he looks at you.

“I am, but it’s mostly thanks to you. It wouldn’t have been as fun without you here, Loki.”

Then, the one thing you’ve been dreaming about for a long time finally happens, and all you hear is the blood rushing in your ears and Thor screaming a loud ‘YES!’ as the two of you finally share your first kiss together. It has been long overdue, and it feels like perfection when you take your time to enjoy the moment. The moment feels like it’s over all too soon, but the smiles on your faces say it all: This is the beginning of your Happily Ever After, and you’re happy to be sharing it with Loki.

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What are your favorite Giles moments? What is a 'missing scene' or something you'd like to have seen Giles do or say and didn't?

I think my favorite Giles moments are the obvious ones, really.

His reaction to Buffy coming back to Sunnydale in Dead Man's Party: not just the fact he's the only person not to give her a hard time about being gone but because he's so obviously happy that she's returned but tries to hide that delight from her. He understands her in a way her friends and her mother can't -- he too struggled with his supernatural calling when he was young, and tried running away from it, after all -- but he thinks his affection for her is something to be ashamed of.

His speech to her in Innocence ("if it's guilt you're looking for [...] I'm not your man. All you will get from me is my support and my respect"). Not only is this a nice moment in itself (albeit one later undercut a little by the events of Helpless), it also -- together with Joyce looking at Buffy and telling her that "you look the same to me" in the very next scene -- strongly suggests that people who read Season 2 as the show somehow punishing Buffy for the "mistake" of sleeping with Angel have chosen a reading that the show is actively rejecting. Angel losing his soul is a metaphor for something that really happens -- you sleep with somebody and then they seem to become somebody a lot less pleasant -- but it's not the show's position that any of this is Buffy's fault.

His various moments sticking up for Buffy when she's not around to see it. Threatening Snyder in Dead Man's Party, of course ("would you like me to convince you?"), as well as more gently defending her earlier in the show, but also lots of his interactions with Wesley or other Watchers are also fun ("If you want to criticize my methods, fine. But you can keep your snide remarks to yourself. And while you're at it, don't criticize my methods").

Giles is pretty funny, actually; I think he gets some pretty good lines throughout the show. For example I like the scene in Intervention when he and Buffy are out in the desert for a ritual, she points out they don't have any food or water with them and wonders if the guide he's summoning for her will also "a week later" lead him to her "bleached bones", and he insists that won't happen: "it takes more than a week to bleach bones". Or his speech to the gang in I Only Have Eyes For You ("I appreciate your thoughts on the matter. In fact, well, I encourage you to always challenge me when you feel it's appropriate. You should never be cowed by authority. ... Except, of course, in this instance, when I am clearly right and you are clearly wrong.")

I don't really like fandom attempts to cast Giles as the Scooby Gang's unproblematic Team Dad, but I do like the very different ways Giles interacts with Buffy's friends, from his gentle support of Willow in the early seasons to his frequent irritation with Xander ("Am I right Giles?" "Almost certainly not, but to be fair I wasn't listening." or "Xander, don't speak Latin in front of the books"). I like the fact that Dawn -- as the part of Buffy who gets to be a normal kid and not a Slayer -- quickly intuits that Giles doesn't really like her. I like the scene where Giles goes to kill Angelus in Passion and the scene in which he confronts Angel in Amends.

Oh, and of course "I believe the subtext here is rapidly becoming text", which I'm pretty sure I've quoted on this blog more than once.

Missing scene ... well, I've argued recently (and repeatedly) that we should have seen Giles trying to help Faith a bit more than we did if the show didn't want us to blame him for her changing sides, so let's go with something else. It would have been nice if we'd had a scene where Giles tried to get Buffy to talk about Kendra's death, I think (I mean in the same way he's able to get her to open up about how it felt to have to send Angel to hell). He wouldn't have to be successful -- you could contrast this with his own reluctance to talk about Jenny, even -- but it would make it much, much easier to read Buffy's ongoing silence about Kendra as a deliberate character choice, rather than -- as I strongly suspect it was -- the writers just never caring about Kendra at all and assuming the audience didn't either.

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I see where you're coming from but I feel like the problem of the way the Jason siblings don't really affect each other is that everything Jason does for Thalia's character is retroactive.

I'm of the belief that Jason wasn't really set up in pjo. The first hints we get of his existence is in the diary of Luke castellan. You'd think if he was planned to be a part of Thalia's backstory we would have had some hints of him in sword of hades when Thalia is talking to beryl's(perhaps fake) shade. The problem with Jason and Thalia in comparison to say Nico and Bianca is that you can take Jason away from Thalia and her story in pjo would still make sense. Sure it retroactively gives Thalia more depth but almost nothing is done with them afterwards. Thalia and Jason have ONE major conversation and it's not even that emotionally charged. Like seriously whenever I go back to the scene of their reunion all I can think is: this is not the reunion between Thalia and her long lost sibling.

Perhaps it's my distaste for the hunters but I feel like every time a character joins them their character ends the worst for it. After some point characters lose their unique personalities and become this hivemind with the rest of the hunters where their only personality traits are "ewww boys have cooties" and "lady Artemis 4EVA"

Thalia simply cannot be a part of Jason's story more than a few chapters because being a hunter means that she has to be divorced from the main plot most of the time.

And the same thing applies to Jason because his story and character arc feels divorced from his own backstory especially when it comes to new Rome but the same thing applies to Thalia and beryl. If you change Jason and Thalia into half siblings instead of full siblings not much about his arc would change because thalia is mostly there to drop exposition about Jason being abandoned and honestly Jason's abandonment issues aren't utilized the way they should be anyway so what's the point?

I hate to say it but I feel like nothing would’ve really changed had Thalia and Jason not been related.

And that sucks because you can’t do that with any other siblings in this series.

Nico would’ve been an entirely different person had he not been Bianca’s little brother. Reyna would’ve been an entirely different person had Hylla not been her big sister.

I’m not saying Jason and Thalia don’t care about each other. But there is nothing that ties them to each other.

Jason has more of a connection to the corrupted form of his mother’s ghost. And from what I’ve heard Thalia doesn’t even mourn him.

Both of them have so much potential but they are little more strangers.

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── .✦ CHAPTER 1./ Charm in the air

You had never been able to figure out why the rest of the world was so fixated on love.

You were not a cynic, but if you were to describe how you felt in simple terms, they were somewhat akin to a bad investment: The payoff simply did not compute. So when others droned on and on about love, it felt too unrealistic.

That was your philosophy, anyway.

It was Thursday night. You'd gone on a date with a guy the previous night, and let's just say, if they gave Oscars for worst first dates, he'd win all the awards. He spilled his drink on you. The food was overcooked. And the cherry on top? He made a poor attempt at complimenting you by saying, "You're like… one of those paintings, you know, rare? Humans simply do not understand, but it is beautiful." You did not know whether it was his idea of flattery or some strange existential crisis that he was experiencing in the moment.

You'd sent your best friend Sakusa a meme that evening,  one thing had led to another, and you ended up at a bar with him and your dear colleague Akaashi tagging along. The kind of place where the noise was loud enough that you could tune out life for a few hours.

"Is love a distraction?" you found yourself blurting out abruptly, the words spilling out before you could trap them. Akaashi looked at you over the rim of his own glass, unfazed. "Not so much, if you can call it that," he said, tilting an eyebrow upwards. « I think it’s more like a force of nature."

You snorted through your nose and turned away. "If it's some natural force, I'd prefer to keep out of its way. Like a storm. I'll just stay indoors, thank you very much."Sakusa gazed at you sideways, standing as upright as ever. "Do you honestly think it's that simple? That it's just some sort of… distraction?"

"Okay," you said, shrugging and tapping your fingers against your glass. "Everyone spends all their time looking for it, and then it's gone, just like that. What's the point?" Akaashi considered your question for a moment, and the air appeared to grow heavier. "Well, maybe it's not so much about what you gain in the end," he said softly. "Maybe it's about the path you follow to get there."

You snorted once more and grinned at the notion. "Akaashi, stop trying to make it sound like some kind of therapy session. I'm simply saying—I don't need love. I'll be okay with my books and a stable job, thank you very much." "Perhaps someday you will feel differently," Akaashi teased, and you could hear the amusement in his tone.

Prior to being able to answer, you had this overwhelming need to leave the conversation before it could become too intense. You needed a breath of fresh air. You excused yourself, left the booth, and went outside to smoke.

The evening air brushed against you the second you walked outside, and you breathed in the old feeling of smoking and liberty. It was a routine—walk outside, take a pause, and remember why you didn't need love. It was pleasant. You lit your cigarette and rested against the wall, watching the smoke rise as your mind drifted. 

But that peace lasted all of five seconds.

“Well if it isn’t Omi-Omi’s friend. Smoking kills, you know.”

You recognized that voice immediately. Of course, of course, it was him. You sighed, turning to find Miya Atsumu standing casually next to the entrance, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, and that signature smirk plastered on his face like it was his personal brand.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve,” you said dryly, blowing out a cloud of smoke in his direction. Atsumu only grinned wider. "You can’t argue with science, sweetheart."You rolled your eyes. “Well, lucky for you, science can’t fix my personal issues either. But we all have our vices.”

“Touché," he replied, voice still too smug for your liking. "But I’m just looking out for ya. I’d hate to see someone like you waste away.”

“Someone like me?” You finally turned, giving him a dry look. “If you’re implying I need saving, you’re sorely mistaken.” Before he could respond, you were distracted by the loud voices walking up to the bar: Bokuto and Hinata. You sighed, shaking your head. The chaos had arrived.

“Hey Hey Hey, there she is!” Bokuto bellowed, his voice already a few decibels louder than necessary.

You instinctively stepped back, both from the sudden noise and from his bear-like hug as he lunged toward you. “What’s up, my favorite colleague’s best friend?”

You barely had time to respond before he was pulling you into a tight hug that almost knocked the air from your lungs. You grinned awkwardly, but at least he wasn’t one of those spoony guys, so you allowed it.

“You’re too loud, Bo,” you grumbled. Hinata grinned, standing back with a sheepish wave. “Sorry about him, he’s got a lot of energy.” You just nodded, trying to regain your bearings after being almost suffocated by Bokuto's enthusiasm. “It’s fine, just... maybe keep the volume to a normal level?” “Normal level? Normal’s boring!” Bokuto responded without missing a beat.

You sighed, trying not to smile. “Yeah, well, I’m not about to take my eardrums out with your level of excitement.” Atsumu, clearly watching the entire scene, couldn’t help but lean in with a sarcastic grin. “You know, you could be more enthusiastic. It’s not every day you get to meet such a charming guy like me.”

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, right, you’re so charming, I can barely stand it.” Atsumu smirked, clearly enjoying the banter. “At least I’m not getting smothered by loudmouths all the time.” You rolled your eyes. “You wouldn’t know subtlety if it hit you in the face.”

At that, he gave a little chuckle, his arms crossed over his chest. “Tough crowd.”

It was around an hour later that you decided you’d had enough of the noise. You were trying to enjoy the evening, but with Bokuto and Hinata bouncing around like cute excited puppies and Atsumu’s smug attitude at every corner, it was starting to feel like a bit much.

“I think Akaashi and I will call it a night,” you said to Sakusa, standing up from the table. Sakusa gave a half-nod, while Akaashi waved with a knowing smile. “See you later. Don’t let Atsumu get under your skin.” “Too late,” he muttered, grabbing grabbing his drink. “Night.”

As you made your way out the door, the sound of Bokuto’s loud voice followed you. “Hey, you could never fall for Atsumu, right?”

You froze, but it wasn’t like you could make a scene over an offhand comment. Still, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Bokuto hadn’t meant anything by it, he was just being his usual goofy self, but you couldn’t help but think about what had been said.

You weren’t looking for someone like Atsumu. You didn’t need him to be in your life.

The door swung shut behind you two, the faint scent of something floral dissolving into the heavy bar air. Atsumu barely registered the chatter around him, his drink sweating against his palm as he leaned back in his seat.

You had been there. Briefly. Just long enough to exchange a few dry remarks with Sakusa, nod politely at Akaashi, and acknowledge the rest of them with the kind of distant courtesy reserved for mild acquaintances.

No lingering glance. No amused eyeroll. No interest. Like he wasn’t worth a second thought.

The realization settled in his chest, foreign and irritating, like a stone stuck in his shoe. He wasn’t used to that. He didn’t get ignored. People gravitated toward him—whether they adored him or found him insufferable, they reacted.

But you?

You were a locked door.

Atsumu clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he swirled the ice in his drink. "You good, man?" Bokuto’s voice broke through his thoughts, loud and curious, like he had just noticed Atsumu had been silent for too long. Atsumu shrugged, casual. "She’s really… I dunno." His mouth twisted as he searched for the word. "Hard to understand."

Bokuto blinked. "Who?" 

Atsumu scoffed, exasperated. "Y/N, obviously." Sakusa groaned, rubbing his temple like he already regretted being here. "No. No, we’re not doing this." "Doing what?" Atsumu shot back, but before he could get an answer, Bokuto grinned.

"Ohhh," he said, like something had just clicked. "Nah, bro. She’s way too smart to fall for you."

Atsumu’s drink froze halfway to his lips. "The hell’s that supposed to mean?" Bokuto, still utterly oblivious, just laughed. "She’s just got that, like, whole zero tolerance for bullshit thing. You’re, y’know—you.” Hinata, who had been half-listening while scrolling through his phone, snorted. "Yeah, no offense, but I don’t see that happening."Atsumu narrowed his eyes. "Yer actin’ like I can’t charm ‘er if I wanted to."

"Because You can’t," Sakusa said flatly.

Atsumu turned to Bokuto, expecting some kind of defense, but even he just shrugged. "I mean, she doesn’t really do the whole romance thing, y’know? She’d see right through you."

That hit something in Atsumu’s chest he wasn’t ready to name.

People liked him. They were drawn to him—his energy, his charm. He was loud, magnetic, irresistible. He’d never struggled to win people over, whether it was fans, teammates, or strangers at a bar.

But you? You weren’t just uninterested. You had looked at him like he wasn’t even worth being interested in. Like you had already decided he was a waste of her time.

His fingers drummed against his glass, the ice clinking softly. The irritation curled into something else—something sharper, more competitive. A challenge. A slow smirk tugged at his lips.

"Bet I could get ‘er to fall for me in ten days"

The table stilled.

Hinata looked up fully now, his eyes gleaming like he had just been handed front-row seats to the best drama of his life. "Wait. Are you serious?"Atsumu leaned back, tipping his drink toward his lips. "C’mon, it’s me."Sakusa let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "That’s exactly why it won’t work."

Bokuto, still grinning like this was the best thing to happen all night, leaned in. "Alright, alright—prove us wrong, then."Atsumu’s smirk deepened. "Oh, I will."

And just like that, the bet was made.

Too bad he had no idea what was coming.

The next day, Atsumu found himself at the edge of MSBY’s practice court. His mind was still a little foggy from the previous night’s chaos—drunken bets and a lot of teasing from the guys—but the challenge was fresh in his head. He had ten days. Ten days to make you fall for him. It wasn’t even about proving a point anymore. At this point, it was a matter of pride.

He’d walked into practice this morning with a single mission: charm you. No big deal, right?

He spotted you standing by the sidelines with Sakusa, talking quietly. You were early for their planned lunch, but that didn’t matter to him. What mattered was how to approach this. Smooth. Easy. Just like he did with everyone else.

As he watched you for a moment, he caught a glimpse of your sharp gaze—cool, calculating, and completely unaffected by his presence. Atsumu took a breath. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought.

The guys were practicing, but Atsumu wasn’t focused on them. He was focused on you. He cracked his knuckles, trying to shake the nerves, and sauntered over to where you stood, a little too confidently.

"Hey, Y/N," he called out with a grin, his voice smooth and casual. "Looking good today, huh?"

You didn’t even flinch. You didn’t turn your head, barely acknowledging his comment. Instead, you shifted slightly, your eyes still on Sakusa as if he wasn’t even there. "Thanks," you said flatly, not missing a beat. "But that’s kind of a given."

Atsumu blinked. He wasn’t expecting you to be so... unimpressed. Weren’t you supposed to at least glance his way, give him something? Instead, you kept talking to Sakusa like he wasn’t there, completely dismissing him. "Ouch," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair.

He wasn’t about to give up, though. No, that wasn’t his style. He had a reputation to uphold. The bet was still fresh in his mind, and he needed to redeem himself, especially after that comment from Bokuto.

So, he tried again. A bit more pointed this time. "You know, you really should pay more attention," he said, moving a little closer. "I could teach you a thing or two about what it means to have a good time, you know?"

You finally turned to look at him, but your facial expression wasn’t what he expected. You looked at him like you had a million better things to do, and that was... well, that was fine.

"Yeah?"

He smiled wider, leaning in slightly like he was delivering some secret. "I could show you some moves that’d make you forget all about those other distractions." Youraised an eyebrow, looking him up and down like he was an experiment you hadn’t yet decided to study."Hmm... you’re really something, huh?"she replied, deadpan.

Atsumu faltered for a moment, and just like that, his usual smoothness slipped. "Uh, yeah... you could say that."

You didn’t respond. Instead, you just stared at him for a long, uncomfortable moment, making his heart rate spike with a cocktail of nerves and frustration. The silence stretched too long before he realized you weren’t about to play along.

"Alright, well... I’m gonna go," you said, turning back to Sakusa without so much as a second glance at him. "See you around."

Atsumu’s mind raced as he watched you start to walk away, the sound of your footsteps growing fainter with every passing second. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He wasn’t about to let you slip away without at least trying again.

“Wait,” he blurted, stepping forward quickly and grabbing your wrist. His touch was firm, but not aggressive—just desperate. Stopping in your tracks, your eyes narrowed as you turned to face him. "What?"

Atsumu flashed a smile, but it felt forced now. The cocky charm he usually relied on was fading quickly. "I—uh—just wanted to make sure you didn’t forget your... uh, jacket or something," he stammered, trying to come up with something smooth to say. You raised an eyebrow. "I don’t have a jacket."

“Right... right,” Atsumu said quickly, realizing he was making this worse. "Well, you know, I just wanted to, uh, make sure you didn’t leave without saying goodbye. You know, properly."

You sighed, clearly unimpressed. “Atsumu, I really don’t have time for this,” you muttered, attempting to pull your wrist away.

But before you could free yourself, a volleyball came soaring toward the both of you. Atsumu, still gripping your wrist, didn’t even see it coming. He tried to yank you to the side to get you out of the way, but instead, he accidentally pulled you directly into the trajectory of the ball.

“No, wait, don’t—”

The ball collided with your face with a sickening thud.

“Oh my god, I—”

Atsumu stood frozen, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he processed what had just happened. You were completely stunned as you stumbled back a step, your hand shooting up to your face in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me?"

Atsumu quickly let go of her wrist, his face turning bright red. “I didn’t mean to—” He looked down at the volleyball, then back at her, his panic rising. "I swear, I wasn’t trying to—"

You didn’t let him finish his sentence as youshot him a glare that could freeze fire. "That was the best timing ever," you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Congrats, you just made sure I’ll remember you for the rest of the day—just not in the way you probably hoped."

Atsumu stood there, completely mortified. He couldn’t even form a coherent sentence, too flustered by the complete disaster he’d just caused. He hadn’t even meant to grab your wrist, let alone pull you into a flying volleyball.

You shook your head, letting out a sigh of disbelief. “You need to seriously work on your aim,” you added before turning sharply and walking off.

Atsumu watched you go, feeling his face burn with embarrassment. You didn’t even bother to look back.

His chest tightened. Well, that was a grand failure. He hadn’t just missed the chance to impress you—he had caused you harm by accident. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. "I am so dead."

But then, as Atsumu stood there, the sound of laughter drifted over from the practice court. It’s not even a mocking laugh—no, it’s something different. A light, almost musical sound that catches in his chest.

It’s your voice. It’s light, airy, and for a split second, he wonders if that’s what he is really after: the kind of charm that doesn’t need to be forced.

He tilted his head back, staring at the roof, his pulse still racing. Charm in the air, huh?

Maybe he should’ve figured that out before yanking you into a volleyball.

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BABE can i have chloe with a maddy perez coded gf plsss (if you’ve seen euphoria) 💜💜💜

(Yes, I do watch Euphoria. I'm waiting for season 3 😁.) ⋆☆Chloe price x Maddy perez!Coded gf reader

Warnings ⚠️: Chloe price x reader, Maddy perez! Coded reader, Chloe being a simp, wlw, wlw x reader.

☆Chloe is a total sucker for you. She'll complain about how high- maintenence you are, but she'll still do whatever you ask - something before you even ask.

☆"Babe, can you -"

☆"Already, on it, princess."

☆"Aww, my good girl." (Chloe pretends to groan, but she lives for your praise.)

☆She's the type to sit and watch you do your makeup, completely mesmerized. She'll act like she's just chilling, but she's literally studying every every move you make.

☆"Damn, how do you do that wing thing so perfectly?"

☆"Skill, baby. You wouldn't understand."

☆"Pfft, whatever." (She totally wants you to do hers next.)

☆If you ask her to hold your lip gloss, purse, or anything else, she'll do it without question. She's basically your personal assistant.

☆"Can you carry this for me, chlo?"

☆"Tch, I'm not your-" realizes you're already handing it to her - "Yeah, okay. Fine."

☆You dress like a damn goddess - always in outfits that turn heads, like sleek two- piece sets, tight dresses, cropped tops with high- waisted pants, and mini skirts that drive chloe absolutely insane.

☆You love a glam but sultry look- glossy lips, razor- sharp winged liner, bold lashes, and perfectly sculpted cheekbones. Your nails are always done, and you accessorize flawlessly with gold hoop earrings, rings, and layered necklaces.

☆Chloe acts like she doesn't care about fashion, but she's obsessed with seeing you get all dressed up. She'll sit on your bed, watching you pick out clothes, just admiring how effortlessly hot you are.

☆"Babe, do I wear the sparkly dress or the tight one?"

☆"Uh... both?"

☆"Ugh, that's now how it works, chlo?"

☆(She literally can't decide because you look insane in everything.)

☆Whenever you dress up, she cannot stop touching your hands on your waist, pulling you close, kissing your neck. You pretend to scold her, but you love how obsessed she is with you.

☆"Damn, you tryna kill me, babe?"

☆"Maybe. You'd die happy, though."

☆(She absolutely would.)

☆Chloe is so whipped for you. She adores spoiling you, even when she pretends to hate it. If you want something, best believe she's finding a way to get it for you.

☆"You like those earrings? Bet. Gimme a sec." (Cue her doing dumb shit to get the money.)

☆She'll complain about how long you take to get ready, but she secretly loves sitting behind you, playing with your hair while you do your makeup.

☆"Hurry up, babe."

☆"Perfection takes time, chlo."

☆"Tch, whatever, you always look perfect anyway."

☆(She doesn't even realize she just simped that hard.)

☆If you pout at her? Game over. She's done for. You can get her to do anything. "Ugh, fine, but if anyone asks, I did this because I wanted to, not because you made me."

☆(You most definitely made her.)

☆Chloe hates when people flirt with you. She trusts you, but she doesn't trust the people who flirt with you and try to shoot they shot. If someone even thinks about trying it, she's instantly at your side, arm wrapped your waist, glaring the down.

☆"Yeah, keep walking, dude."

☆You're no better. If a girl even looks at chloe for too long, you'll make sure she knows who chloe belongs to. you won't fight - you'll just grab her chin, make her look at you, and say, "Let's go, baby." The smug look you give the other girl is enough to shut her down completely. (Chloe just smirks because she lives for possessive you.)

☆When you're mad, you make chloe work for your attention, she hates it.

☆"Oh, so you're just gonna ignore me now?"

☆"Mmhmm." (You're eating it up. She knows it).

☆"God, you're impossible." (She's already planning how to make it up to you.)

☆You both have that dramatic, all-or-nothing love—you’re each other’s entire world, and you both know it.

☆Chloe loves to pretend she's too cool for your high standards, but she secretly loves doing things just to see you smile.

☆"God, you're so high maintenance."

☆"Yeah, but you love it."

☆(She does. alot.)

☆She acts like she doesn’t care about looking good, but if you tell her, "I like when you wear this," she’ll suddenly start wearing it all the time.

☆You catch her staring at you constantly. She’ll deny it every time.

☆"Were you just checking me out?"

☆"Pfft, no. As if." (She was. She absolutely was.)

☆She’ll roll her eyes when you ask her to hold your bag, but she always does it. And if anyone so much looks at you wrong, she’ll glare them down like she’s ready to fight.

☆Chloe always thinks about how she even bagged you. Chloe,—she’s messy, reckless, and doesn’t care about what people think, while you’re always put together, confident, and expect things to go your way. But somehow, you just work.

☆Chloe teases you for being a little spoiled, but she secretly loves it. If you pout and bat your lashes, she’ll do whatever you want—though she’ll grumble about it.

☆You have Chloe wrapped around your finger, and she knows it. She tries to act all tough, but one smirk from you, and she’s giving in.

☆You literally think you’re the boss of me, babe."

☆"Because I am, baby."

☆"Tch. Whatever." (She absolutely agrees, but she’ll die before admitting it.)

☆Chloe tries to impress you(and failing sometimes).

☆Chloe always tries to act cool around you, but you love making her flustered.

☆"You’re so cute when you’re mad."

☆"Shut UP."

☆(She’s madder now, but only because you’re right.)

☆She’ll act like she doesn’t care when she does something sweet for you, but you always call her out.

☆You bought my favorite snacks?"

☆"I just grabbed whatever. Not a big deal."

☆"Mmhmm. Sure." (She definitely went out of her way for you.)

☆Date nights with chloe are wild-sneaking into concerts, stealing road signs, joyriding at 2 AM with music blasting.

☆You take Chloe on classy dates—dinners at fancy restaurants, shopping sprees, poolside lounging at a bougie resort. She acts out of place at first, but she loves being spoiled by you.

☆"Damn, this is fancy as hell."

☆"I know. You better not embarrass me, babe."

☆"Pfft, no promises."

☆You love sitting in Chloe’s lap, whether it’s at a party, a restaurant, or even just at home.

☆She pretends to be annoyed but will never ask you to move.

☆"Really? Right here?"

☆"Shh, you love it."

☆(She absolutely does.)

☆Arguments are heated because you both have strong personalities, but neither of you ever crosses the line. You both know how to push each other’s buttons, but you never hit below the belt.

☆When you’re mad, Chloe suffers. She hates when you ignore her and will literally follow you around trying to make you forgive her.

☆Babe, c’mon. Are you really not gonna talk to me?"

☆Nope." (You love making her work for it.)

☆"Ugh, you’re evil."

☆(She’s already planning how to win you back.)

☆When Chloe’s mad, she usually just storms off—but she always comes back. And when she does, she wraps her arms around you from behind and just buries her face in your neck.

☆I hate fighting with you."

☆"Then stop pissing me off, babe."

☆(She definitely will try.)

☆Overall, Chloe worships you. She might act all tough, but when it comes to you, she’s an absolute simp.

(☆enjoy, the edit at the end @mwahbabe)

[kitconnor]

WORKING WITH YOUTUBE QUALITY - HOW TO GET THE BEST RESULTS

helloooo, i recently feel as though i have found the key when it comes to dealing with youtube quality and i thought it was worthwhile sharing! i'm finding that when you're stuck with 1080p videos only, (although there is a lot more 4k downloads these days, thankfully) the quality is pretty poor. BUT, this is speaking exclusively about the quality of youtube 1080p - if you use a site such as sharemania, that's usually acceptable and good quality and doesn't deliver poor results.

but alas, this is about youtube, so let's get into it! this process will simply go over all the ins and outs of working with youtube quality, and will not look into the entire giffing process. i'll be using photoshop 2025, but it should work on any version!

Download your video.

firstly, start by downloading your video with 4k video downloader. (<- this will lead directly to a dl of 4k video downloader if you don't have it already! link is all safe and official <3) i can't really think of any other downloader because i haven't used any apart from this one. it's safe and secure and does a really good job.

you'll want to choose the 1080p option that is the BIGGER file amount. not every video will have that, but i believe that the bigger file size is the youtube premium 1080p. take what you can get with them 😭

2. Load frames, crop, convert to smart object...

just get your normal prep work done! make sure to leave out sharpening. you should essentially just be here:

(if my process looks a bit odd or if, on the other hand, you'd like to know my process, you can check that here.)

3. sharpening.

THIS is the point that changes how your youtube file comes out. often times, you'll find the gif comes out with chunks, squares and overall poor quality. kind of like if i used my regular sharpening:

chunky! gross! trashy! i'm seeing too many pixels and things aren't looking the right way that i'd like. (tbh, it's not the worst i've seen - but you can definitely notice when there's light.) if i went on as it is now and continued to colour it, it would continue to look bad.

so, here's what you'll do.

i use multiple sharpening actions, for different purposes: one for hq downloads, so any movies, tv or downloaded/4k music videos, one making icons and the other for lower quality media and photos. the one that i typically use for youtube quality is @/anyataylorjoy's sharpening action (which many gifmakers use, so i wouldn't be surprised if you do already have it!) which is what you'll use. apply the action, using the 'sharper' lot.

^ that's the settings.

4. sharpening pt 2. (noise)

now, you'll need to add noise to offset how harsh the rest of the gif still comes up.

apply these exact settings onto the gif and ensure that monochromatic is enabled.

sometimes, 2% noise might make it look worse, or not be enough. i personally wouldn't go to anything more than 3%, (i don't think you'll ever want to use 3%) and wouldn't go lower than 1%.

it's grainy looking at the moment, just as is. from here, i'll colour it, and then if i think it's no good, i'll go back and clear the noise filter and toggle it. that's just how the process works, don't stress if it doesn't always go your way 😭 that's just gifmaking!

here's the final product!

and here's another example too, i know this one has a lot going on colour wise, so it can be good to look at it working on something with less bright colours:

as compared to before! before shows the gif was really smooth, as compared to in chappell's, were the lighting was just kind of messing with everything. you're more likely to come across videos that are that weird smooth quality, so i'd say that 7 times out of 10 you'll be applying these settings to something more along the lines of doechii's!

the before :)

[elancholia]

@torschlusspanikattack

i’ve stopped both before and never felt anything; tbh idk if i’ve ever felt anything that could be classed as a withdrawal so always worried i’ve misunderstood some experience and actually all kinds of things were actually other things all along

It seems some people get them (with SSRIs) and some don't. Even the specific experience of brain zaps seems to vary a lot from person to person. You'd know if you had them, I think we can be sure of that much.

But the more nebulous "backlash", worsening of depressive symptoms, is hard to pin down because these things come and go anyway. So you may be right. I didn't become fully aware until I got on stimulants that my condition hadn't been a flat line, that it had had peaks and troughs. Tracking your mood over time is not necessarily obvious. But the most serious withdrawal was accompanied by a very bad depressive episode, bad enough that people made remarks.

Stimulants, though...that's (ime) just being dog tired all time, like really knock down exhausted (and anhedonic), way beyond the normal range of variation, more tired than me at my most getting-five-hours-sleep-a-night. So I don't think I could miss that one. Maybe on a lower dose or after a shorter term of use, you could miss it.

@queervegancryptid

#i've been on so many ssris and other meds for mental health reasons#about three dozen maybe forty total#at a certain point you start to wonder if there's a better way

Good lord. I'm sorry. I thought they gave me the runaround. I'll say that I did eventually find a good combination of drugs that does not involve SSRIs, treating ADHD and insomnia. SSRIs are the system's first recourse, they'll gladly keep you rotating through them forever, and I get the impression that they're sort of pissing into the wind trying to just straight-up treat depression wholesale. I also think that, at least by the time I stopped taking them, they were doing more harm than good, making me complacent and static if they were doing anything at all. I don't know if that's remotely helpful.

One thing that sucks about SSRI withdrawal brain zaps is that it implies that the brain medication you've been taking, potentially for years, has been having far-reaching and previously undetected effects on your whole nervous system. And there's no clear causal mechanism between the idea of an antidepressant and the feeling of a bunch of blood suddenly rushing into your fingertips all at once, as if displaced out of your heart by the sudden introduction of a large weight, so you're sort of just left wondering.

There doesn't even seem to be a solid neurological account of the mechanism involved.

Like, due to a combination of negligence on my part, negligence on the part of various medical professionals, supply shortages, and chance, I've gone cold turkey a couple times each on both SSRIs and stimulant ADHD medications, and let me tell you the SSRIs are way, way worse. Withdrawing from Adderall fucking sucks, but I've had worse colds.

[marypsue]

Man, it's cool and all if you see a metaphor for marginalisation in the monstrous, and if you want the power fantasy of 'what if you could just eat anybody who threatened you/pissed you off'. Me too.

However, as soon as you start saying 'no, these monsters are a 1:1 on Specific Marginalised Group, and you have to treat them in the fiction like they are directly representative of real human members of the marginalised group', BUT you also, in the fiction, make them hurt/kill/eat humans? And then try to shame me, your audience, for noticing or engaging with the bit where they kill people, because you made them directly representative of a real-world marginalised group? You have lost me, and also, I think, the plot.