#not that nobody could have a crush on her just that will wasn't aware of it

[away-ward]

I’m your last ask and I think Will would 100% be petty. I kinda wish there was like a freshman who had a little crush on her and he would get jealous of him bc Emmy might have been nice to him or something. Maybe she didn’t even realize it like you said. I know where you stand about the jealousy trope. And I know that Adían was like there but he was never even a choice.

I don't mean to say that Will can't be jealous - he obviously is. He's jealous for her attention, her affection, her touch. We see that in the way that he doesn't want Emory to answer Martin's call. We see it in how suspicious he is of her and Damon when they were simply in the same part of town around the same time. We see that in the way he doesn't want Emory and Adyin to have any kind of friendship. It's not just because of how Will feels about Adyin. We see it in how Will has to mentally let go of even the idea that Emory's been with other men. He hasn't talked to her about this, but he's clearly agonized over it. He wants Emory to himself and she keeps giving her love and attention to other men. She prioritizes them above him, and he can't stand it.

So I struggled with the idea since to me he was jealous and we saw it. Why would we need to see it written in my style?

I think when people are asking for that specific feature, they want Will to be more showy in how he displays that jealousy. To fight for her and to be possessive - so much so that there's no way she can doubt where he stands. But for me, that falls on the grovelling side of things. Will isn't as open with his emotions as he pretends to be, and especially not "bad" emotions like jealousy, anger, sadness, and disappointment, that would make him appear weak or vulnerable.

It's never about what choices Emory had. Will's jealousy is quiet until he can't hold it back anymore. Then he tries to physically fight whatever is the cause of that jealousy. The only time he ever went after her was with Damon and he was drunk. If that's the case, then anytime Will got into a fight with anyone, you could assume it's because they made eyes at Emory; smiled in her direction a little too long; tried to flirt with her in the lunch line; said something to a buddy about how hot she was. Emory would never know.

To clarify since it sounds like I contradicted my previous response: I think physically fighting someone who has a crush is petty. Unless they're making actual moves and affecting his relationship (which was non-existent), or trying to get physical with Emory when she clearly doesn't want it, any interference on Will's part is simply to make himself feel better which is pretty petty.

Also, I hadn't previously considered how often Will tries to fight his problems away with only his fists. Will has one solution to any major problem, and it's "punch it and see if that helps."

[iluvapplesxh]

Hi I was wonderinng if you could please do a billie x fem!reader where reader was depressed and billie thought she was getting better because she was doing really good at hiding it, but one day something makes billie realize that she is getting better and has only gotten worse and then it ends with billie comforting the reader??

⧽⧽⧽ Talk To Me ⧼⧼⧼

✰ pair: billie eilish x fem!reader

✯ summary: Reality. The word was almost foreign to you again. And you felt like this was the end, like you would slip so far away you wouldn't be able to find it again. But Billie was there. And she'll hold onto you for as long as it takes.

✰ warnings: angst, crying, cursing, !ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

✒ a/n: uh so I feel like I fucked this one up but uhm, i'm gonna post it anyway!

The noises were loud. So loud and you felt like you were being crushed by them, but somehow at the same time it just felt like they were farther and farther away from you, echoing in the back of your mind while your eyes were stuck on the apricot coloured tablecloth laid neatly on the wooden table in front of you. Around that very same table were people you knew. Friends, you guessed were the right words but…sometimes they just didn’t feel like friends. No. Lately they’ve been slipping farther and farther away from your grasp, maybe they didn't need you anymore. Maybe they’ve finally had enough of your bullshit. 

In all honesty, you wouldn’t be very surprised. 

To the right side of your body was your girlfriend, Billie. Oh, Billie. She was the sweetest, most amazing person and girlfriend on this planet earth. But, you’ve lied to her. And you told yourself that it was for the better. That you’d slip out of this numbness soon and she wouldn’t need to know. She had enough problems with her work all the time, which was probably the reason she hadn’t noticed your state yet. And the feeling of her arm around your waist, her hand resting on your thigh made you feel guilty. And her thumb which was gently caressing the soft material of your pants just made your chest tighten and your senses higher than ever.

Your head was pounding, eyes most definitely empty as your eyes pierced into the light coloured tablecloth. It was clear that your mind was elsewhere. In bad places.  And it wasn’t like you wanted to be there. No, all you wanted was to have a heartfelt conversation with your friends. So, why the fuck couldn’t you just do that? Why did you have to be like this? So broken? So sad. And miserable.  

What the fuck was the reason?

You wouldn't know the answer. You just felt like shit. And did it hurt that nobody seemed to notice it? Maybe. But you were also grateful, because you couldn’t bare that ridiculous question.

‘What’s wrong?’ 

Because it meant that, without a reason, you had no business being sad. No business feeling this shit.  

The problem wasn’t that you felt like drowning every time your thoughts got a little loud. The problem wasn’t that you felt like reality was out of reach. And it wasn't the constant numbness or the seemingly unstoppable tears which would stream down your face every night as you stood in the shower. No. It wasn’t that Billie would constantly look at you with such pride in her eyes whenever you did something for yourself. How she believed you were okay.

The problem was you.

The constant tiredness, it was like you couldn’t ever be fully aware anymore. All you could do was stare off into space with your mind racing and chest buzzing with the racing beating of your heart, only it seemed like every time it contracted it squeezed tighter and tighter until you couldn’t breathe and your head spun.

“Baby” 

The feeling of air tickling the skin of your neck partly snapped you out of your daze, then the feeling of a chin resting against your shoulder did the rest and you blinked a couple of times before humming in response.

Billie’s eyes traced over your features and her throat tightened up before she exhaled softly. “You okay?” She murmured, her voice a little raspy and a tinge of worry laced. 

You inhaled deeply before plastering a smile on your lips and nodding. “Yeah. I’m fine.” You slowly turned your head to the side to find her gaze, but the look in her eyes made your breath hitch. “Why are you asking?” Your hand found hers which was resting against your thigh and you idly laced your fingers together.

“I don’t know. You’ve been quiet” 

A soft sigh left your lips and you nodded. “I know” A breathless, empty laugh came from your mouth. “I just have nothing new to say” You felt her hand squeeze yours gently while her eyes searched your expression.

“Are you sure? We can get going if you want?” She said quietly and pulled you closer to her.

You stayed silent for a couple of beats, thoughts and sentences scattered around in your mind. “No, it’s okay. You can chat a bit longer” You assure her.

Billie narrowed her eyes at you and pressed her lips into a thin line before letting out a long breath. “Okay. Just a little longer.” She smiled softly at you before looking back at the friend she was having a conversation with. Her hand never left yours and it should have made you feel better, but it only left you feeling worse than you already were. 

–

The mindless ‘goodbye’s said in a humorous tone by your friends were drowned out as all walked out of the restaurant. Billie’s hand was still holding yours, the cool metal of her rings was a nice feeling against your hot skin and it made your thoughts just a little bit muffled. Billie was talking about one of your friends’ dumb stories as she led you to her car, but let’s be honest, you weren’t listening. Your head felt heavy and your whole jaw was hurting by the way you clenched it so hard.

You wordlessly got into the car’s passenger seat, slumping against the soft material. Billie got in, too, her amused rambling stopping when she looked over at you. The small light on the ceiling of the car illuminated your paling skin and her heart leapt in her throat. Her mind immediately began to race with worry.

You sighed deeply when you felt her intense gaze on you and your head hung low, falling into the palms of your hands while you screwed your eyes shut, the overwhelming feeling of need to cry crawling up your already tightened throat.

“Hey, hey” Billie finally spoke up, hand reaching out and resting on your arm. “What’s wrong?”

The question almost made you laugh if it wasn’t for the gathering tears behind your shut eyelids or the harsh thudding of your beating heart against your chest. You slowly pull your hands away from your face, opening your eyes and leaning your head back against the headrest, swallowing harshly in hopes of getting rid of the lump. Your bottom lip rolled between your teeth and you nibbled bleakley. Your head shook side to side and your gaze cast down on the dashboard in front of you. 

“I don’t know” 

The three words hung in the gradually thickening air for a couple of moments before the harsh breath intake that came from Billie cut through the silence. Billie’s own chest was tightening and she couldn’t speak. The silence made your heart sink.

“Okay” Her whispered words were tenderly spoken and her hand reluctantly squeezed your arm. “That’s okay.” Her other hand also reached out, cupping the side of your face gently and pulling your head to the side to look at her. “Just tell me what you feel”

Tears burned your eyes again and you bit your lower lip once more. Your expression made Billie feel like she was being choked and she couldn’t scramble fast enough to get the harsh hands off from around her throat. “I just–...” You began and your sentence was cut off by a ragged breath. Your head pulled away from her touch and your hands reached up, fingertips pressing into your closed eyes. 

Billie’s heart sank at your actions and she was quick to grasp at both your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face. “Don’t.” Her expression was soft and she swallowed thickly. Her hand released its grip on your wrists and both of her palms cupped your face tenderly. “It’s okay. I’m listening.”  

You nodded your head hesitantly, teeth releasing your bottom lip while you took a deep breath. “I just feel so…sad. And numb. I’m exhausted. All the time– “ You paused, swallowing back a small sob. “And I wanna be better. For you. But I can’t because I feel so…ragged.” 

Billie’s head moved up and down slowly. “I understand.” She said softly before one of her hands pushed a couple strands of hair out of your warm face then settled back down onto your cheek. You knew she did. You knew because she’s been through this, but at the same time you doubted she did. “What I need you to understand is that you don’t need to be better for anyone else other than yourself. Because you can’t be if you’re not ready to feel better.” 

Her words confused you at the time. They just felt un-understandable. But you slowly nodded your head nonetheless, tears in your eyes. 

“I don’t know how, Billie” You almost cringed at how your voice broke mid sentence. “I want to, but at the same time I just feel so empty when I don’t feel like shit” And although this time it was your words which were really confusing, Billie nodded softly.

“That’s okay.” She could feel her own voice on the verge of breaking. “I’m here, alright? And I’ll make sure you feel everything other than that. And I’m not going  anywhere, you understand? I’m here to stay with you” Her thumb moved quickly, swiping on the skin of your cheek when a tear fell. 

You inhaled deeply, the air just barely reaching your lungs before it was puffed back out.  “Okay” 

Her eyes softened and she pulled you close, pressing her lips against your trembling ones gently, tasting the saltiness of your tears when she pulled back. “I’m not going to give up on you that easily.” Her words made more tears flow but her thumbs scrambled to wipe them away. “I love you,” She whispered. “And there is nothing you can do or say to make me not do so” 

A sob tore through your chest and your head fell from her hold, resting on her shoulder while one of her hands found a place on the back of your head, the other around you. She leaned down and placed a tender kiss on the top of your head as she held your shaking body, her own tears slipping.

REQUESTS OPEN!

[cjonesjr]

💜:Hey(I'm new in your blog)

I have a little request about Jax x Reader: What if Reader ignored Jax causing him to get kind of angry about it and Jax goes into Reader's room and finds Reader diary (Reader not being in the room).

(Do it if you want)(^w^).

・﹒・ jealousy, jealousy - request

Other Request by anon: **konck** **knock** **knock** Headcanon de Jax the amazing digital circus or jelouse....? Sorry i don't good with inglish :"<

Summary: You had hung out with Kinger quote often, he had become someone who you felt bad for and wanted to make sure he never felt alone. You wound up genuinely enjoying his company and had become good friends with. However- Jax didn't like that. He had found and taken your diary and had read from it just to show how much he wanted your attention.

Warnings: None

Pairing: Jax x GN!reader

Notes: Hello! I got 2 separate requests and combined them into one since it seemed fitting!

The Digital Circus had very few members, yet you always found someone to interact with here, whether it was Gangle or Kinger, but you never felt too lonely. However, you did keep a small diary to keep yourself sane, writing down thoughts and what happened during the "day" helped to keep you grounded here and from truly going insane. But it was private of course, you wanted absolutely nobody to read it under any circumstances. You always kept it in a chest right in front of your bed along with a few other items that you grew close to and wanted to keep.

You especially didn't want one person to read it- Jax. He was someone who would use that shit as blackmail against you and force you to do things you definitely would not prefer to do. Mainly considering you jotted down the possibility of forming a crush on him, it wasn't a sure thing, just a "maybe" thing. He often antagonized everyone and was a huge asshole, but there was just something so tantalizing about him, you couldn't help but want to learn more about him and spend time with him. 

So, naturally, you ignored him, in fear of actually crushing on him and making it obvious nonetheless. Nobody could blame you as he was the most deplorable out of everyone. You ignored his taunting, his smug smiles, his pranks, you ignored it all in favor of remaining neutral to his mischievous self. Jax didn't say anything about it, but Ragatha worried that you would eventually break from letting him get to you after a while. It was quick to reassure her that that would not happen, that you were stronger than he was. 

However, you were worried when he would eventually break from your lack of reactions to his behavior. Jax was most likely angry from it, but he wasn't acting any more aggressive than how he normally was. He was probably internalizing it until he couldn't one day and you were not looking forward to that day. But that was a later problem as right now, you were helping Kinger build an awesome fort for "protection", making it big enough for the both of you. He was supposedly here the longest, so since he held on this long without being abstracted, he was losing an even bigger grip on himself in this new reality. The chess piece became a good friend to you though, even if his memory and spatial awareness was completely shot.

"Ok let me add one more block here!" You placed a big, yellow block on one side that was open, smiling at how the fort was slowly coming together. Kinger often preferred small pillow forts just for him, but you both occasionally would build larger ones to fit you both.

"Oh that looks wonderful!" He sounded happy as he clapped his not-attached hands in glee, enjoying your presence and "creative mind" as he puts it. He slid over- doesn't have any legs so he just floats- and examined your current area, humming. He then looked over to you, suddenly screaming in fear and fell down on the colorful ground. It was sad, he did this so much because he forgets who he was just talking to and who was right next to him.

"Kinger its alright its just me" You smiled softly as you extended your hand, him grabbing it and you pulling up. You never dared to get mad at him, never allowing any mistreatment of him as his mind was similar to one with Dementia. Unfortunately, the one person here that often didn't enjoy being with anyone was Jax. The amount of times you scolded him for scaring Kinger and he didn't care at all. Went in one ear, out the other as they say. 

"Sorry…what were we doing? OH right, the fort!" Chuckling, you looked at the probable old man as he struggled with simply having as normal of a time here as possible. Besides that, everything was going well as you handed him some red blocks to make a chair when the familiar sights of a tall, lanky, purple, red overall wearing rabbit came through and stared at you.

"You, with me, now" Jax spoke and he was absolutely pissed off, his usual expression of a smile was replaced with a serious one. How dare he try to order you around? Stood with your hand on your hip, you raised your eyebrow as he stood there, expecting you to just go with him.

"No" You didn't have time for his shit, you were having such a fun time being with Kinger and he was not going to ruin that for you. Scoffing, he walked closer with arms crossed and stared you down as he was taller than you was. You weren't afraid of him, there were more things to be scared of here than a simple bully that got dealt the same fate as you.

"Yes, now, I mean it" At the same time, the chess piece came back and stared at the current interaction, eyes wide. His posture became curled up as if he was trying to make himself smaller, not enjoying that Jax was in his safe space.

"Am I uh…interrupting something?" He asked nervously, glancing back and forth. You were about to say no and to tell Jax to f off when he spoke first.

"Everything is fine, Ho-ha, now leave since Mx. "I'm staying" won't" One death glare caused Kinger to rush off in fear, causing you to get so angry. Stomping up to the rabbit, you said nothing for a few seconds as you sized him up, staring at him with a scowl.

"Why are you so fricking demanding all the sudden? And stop-" 

"Calling him Ho-ha. Yeah I don't care. Stop hanging out with him anyways" The rabbit plucked the teddy bear you placed on a pillow and started to boredly play with it. Ripping it from his hands, you gently placed Mr. Cuddles back on his rightful throne and pushed  Jax around towards the exit.

"Ah, now I wouldn't do that Mx." He said, just knowing he was smirking right now.

"And why not?" You stopped right before he would have been pushed through the door when he chuckled and out of nowhere, a very familiar book appeared in his hand. Your diary! Swiping at it, he unfortunately was too tall as he held it above your head, making you jump, curse your height!

"Give it back Jax! Seriously give it back now!" Jumping didn't help at all as he turned around and stared you down, holding it up at its highest point. Growling, you grabbed his arm and pushed it down, earning a "hey!" as you managed to snatch it back from him.

"That's mine thank you very much" You huffed and flipped through the pages, making sure everything was in working order when he said something you would not expect.

""Jax is a rather…interesting fellow. He is rather charming, but also a very rude person, I do not know how to feel about him, yet I want to be close to him"" A large smirk showed on his face with a knowing look, knowing he got you right where he wanted you to be. That bastard quoted from your diary!

"Say, you seem so utterly fascinated by me, why are you hanging out with Kinger instead of me?" He asked with an inflection that was hard to get a read on at first, however, it didn't take long for you to put the pieces together. He was completely jealous. But why? This was Jax you were talking about, who knew anything about him?

"Wait…are you…jealous, Jax?" Hook, line, and sinker. Sputtering, he faltered before a face of anger took place.

"I am absolutely NOT. Don't be delusional" He scoffed, deflecting the fact that he was indeed, very jealous as he crossed his arms and leaned to one side, looking away from you.

"Oh really? Then you wouldn't mind if I brought Kinger back in then! Oh Ki-" Jax covered your mouth, a blessing for him since if you didn't have one, he wouldn't have been able to stop your yelling for the chess piece. You ripped his arm away from you and walked out of the fort, no longer seeming fun to be in anymore, maybe you can build a new one after this asshole leaves.

"Ok I AM jealous. Are you happy now?" You were now outside of the fort, Kinger nowhere to be seen. Jax stood in front of you as he rolled his eyes, not happy with admitting that he was jealous. But why was he so jealous of you just hanging out with Kinger?

"No, because you somehow broke into my room and stole and read my private information!" Huffing, you hid your journal behind your back as you stared him down. 

"Why are you so jealous, Jax?" He was the one in control, now it was time for YOU to be in control now.  You spoke confidently as you walked closer to him, getting into his personal space. 

"Because-" He matched your confidence for a few seconds before pink dusted his cheeks, he went silent for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to say as his eyes drifted everywhere but you. His black eyes finally landed back on yours and he took a deep breath in, and then out.

‘It’s because…I like you ok! That’s…that’s the only reason!” He raised his voice but not to the point of yelling as he curled in on himself, crossing his arms and holding them tighter than usual, he was scared. Slowly walking up to him, you smiled softly as you laid your free hand on top of his.

“It’s ok Jax, I won’t tell anyone. Not unless you want everyone to know you’re a big softie?” You teased, causing the rabbit to grumble as you stood on your tip toes and kissed his cheek. He froze, not expecting it in the slightest as you pulled away. The temptation to be snarky even as a joke crossed your mind, but knew he had issues being vulnerable, so instead, you smiled as you called for Kinger to finish the fort as Jax stood there like a deer in headlights

[venusbby]

i just feel like being itoshi rin's bestfriend is a whole new experience.

there is something about being rin's closest person that brings you a feeling of warmth and pride altogether. knowing each other for years, you were aware that the mighty itoshi rin was selective when it came to people he wanted to spend time with. sure, he had many friends, he was a professional player after all- but even he can't help but admit that nobody could compare with you.

maybe it's because to him, you aren't really a friend at all.

you're much more.

and he definitely does not want to admit that. so he does not.

you, on the other hand, have a hard time trying to figure it all out. one part of you thought in a more simple way.

he's just closer with me because we've known each other for so long, that's all it is.

and then there's the other part of you that is greedy and aching and yearning to get some sort of sign that he's interested.

you're not expecting much. this is itoshi rin we're talking about. he just doesn't do any of that stuff. it's crazy that you're even thinking about the topic of dating when all these years you haven't heard a single word from him about having a simple crush on someone. but again, this is itoshi rin. he doesn't say the things he doesn't want to say. he doesn't show the feelings that he doesn't want to show.

you scolded yourself every year for not getting over your little crush on your bestfriend. unfortunately for you, it went on increasing until your heart was overflowing with care and adoration for a guy who seemed absolutely clueless about romance and the wildly trending best friends to lovers trope in almost every recent book or movie.

in your case, the best friends to lovers trope feels a little less sad because rin never really showed any interest in other people.

oh, little did you know. but you're still glad that the person writing your story didn't pour the cup full of jealousy into your life.

it's almost comical how stupid the both of you are.

a hopeless romantic and her hopelessly unaware bestfriend.

the stupidity goes for a few more months. sneaky glances, touches that feel like a spark, those short words of affection that rin manages when you're at the lowest and oh, the birthday.

the stupidity finally stops at rin's birthday.

ten minutes left to 12 AM. you were trying to drive as slowly and as patiently as you could to rin's apartment. arriving early would just ruin the surprise. you needed to get out of the car when there were just 8 minutes left, so that by the time you reached the high floor of the apartment complex it would leave you with 5 minutes to prepare yourself and the box of cake in your sweaty hands, waiting outside his door. then you would enter when there's just a minute left.

only rin deserved this type of difficult and serious planning.

you felt the pride for being able to think so much and felt extremely smart for calculating this plan accurately. however, the feelings were quick to drain out and be replaced by nervousness.

he wouldn't be mad, no. you just didn't want to make him feel awkward.

rin never really made a big deal about his birthdays. that never stopped him from letting his teammates and friends from blue lock enjoy the day, though. every year, he booked some place they could spend time, eat, drink, party, whatever. he didn't care much, just watched bachira and isagi wreck havoc. as long as he had you sitting next to him, laughing at his friends' antics, he was okay. he also liked seeing you happy. his chest bloomed with some unfamiliar feeling every time you said that you were happy because he was happy.

one minute left.

you quietly entered with the spare key rin had given you.

for emergencies.

somehow birthdays counted, right?

the lights were off, and you felt a little dumb. it would be really embarrassing if rin wasn't even home. maybe even more embarrassing if rin didn't expect you to come at all and told you to go back home or something.

from the living room, you could still see rays of faint warm light making its way into the hallways, escaping through the doorway of his bedroom. judging by the low sound effects, you guessed he was watching another movie or tv show.

one thing your dumbass forgot to plan. how the heck were you supposed to call him into the living room without scaring him?

fuck it, you thought.

"rin, im home, come out here please." you tried, trying your best to sound as less alerting as you could, hoping you didn't scare the guy. from the way the sound of the movie quickly stopped after your voice, you grimaced.

quick, heavy footsteps followed as itoshi rin entered his living room. his expression was a mix between a scowl and a frown- a face only he could make. you paused before you could even try to explain.

paired with the handsome, annoyed face was the absence of a shirt.

what were you going to say again?

well, it didn't matter. rin spoke before you could even adjust to the unfamiiar view.

"what the fuck."

"uh, look-" you managed.

"no, what the actual fuck."

you pursed your lips in an attempt to put your mind to work, to come up with something- anything. those teal eyes felt vibrant even in the darkness of the living room with just more of the golden light from his room passing through- because of the bedroom door now being opened all the way. you shifted from one foot to another. he continued to stare, his eyes slowly travelling down to the cake you were holding.

"happy birthday."

itoshi rin, your bestfriend, exhaled.

two strides and he was standing right in front of you, expression unreadable, and maybe you were hallucinating, because in the slight darkness you thought you saw him smile.

"y/n, you're insane." he breathed out, running a hand through his dark, disheveled hair. rin's face felt a little warm when he realized how he looked in this situation. this is by far the most out of pocket thing you've done, in his opinion.

for you though, this reaction was somewhat better than what you'd expected. you bit your lip to hold back a smile and set the box down on the neatly kept coffee table next to you. "i might be."

it was already three minutes past twelve. but you didn't care anymore.

while you carefully removed the cake out and placed it on the table, rin turned the lights on, still not recovered from your sudden appearance.

"shit," you realized when the brightness of the light hit your eyesight, "i forgot the fucking candles in the car. sorry."

now as unbelievable as it sounds, it was rin's turn to hold back a smile as he muttered quietly, "stupid."

it was even harder to focus on the cake without candles in front of you, when itoshi rin was sitting next to you on the couch, shirtless.

silence filled the room, and none of you made a move.

why would you do anything anyway? wasn't it rin's job to cut the cake?

apparently, you seemed more interesting than the cake, because rin was staring at you instead. you stuttered underneath his gaze. "what, you want me to sing the song for you?"

he huffed, attempting to fix his hair so he could stop thinking about your sleepy eyes. god damn it. he didn't know how to deal with this, with the erratic beating of his heart.

"thanks. for this."

itoshi rin was malfunctioning. and you were the cause for that.

to that, you managed a genuine smile. it was nice to hear.

"it's nothing. i did it because i care." you said quietly, fiddling with your fingers, eyes focused on the cake. you don't think you can handle looking at him. it might tempt you to pour out all your feelings. you could save them for another day, just not his birthday.

the mess of your hair kept together by a hairband, your heavy eyelids and the nervous fumbling of your fingers, rin knew you meant more. you wouldn't do so much for him despite being so tired if you just cared. there was only one option he had, to show you how thankful he was.

you're out of your short anxious trance when his bare, strong arms slowly but confidently pulled you into him.

the shock doesn't last for long and you find yourself melting in his embrace, face resting against his shoulder as your arms made their way to his back, to hold him tighter.

the cake must be satisfied with this outcome as well because it doesn't complain as you both stay in the same position for quite a few minutes.

rin felt your breath against his collarbone and sighed.

"stay the night. i can tell you're tired."

you don't deny it, but still whisper, "let's eat the cake first."

he finally let out a soft chuckle, feeling relieved that you couldn't see him as he mumbled something along the lines of "that's why i love you."

wait.

did he say love?

[accio-sriracha]

Regulus upset and slams down the book of dark magic:You brought him into my life and now I want you to bring him back. Bring him back! I have never asked you for anything. I've never asked you for spells but do this. I know you can bring him back.

Narcissa: No, dear. We won't do that.

Andromeda: We don't do that.

Regulus tearing up but angrily flipping through the pages of the book:But you can. You can do this. I know you can. I remember. I found it here when mommy and daddy died.

Narcissa: Even if we did bring him back, it wouldn't be James. It would be something else. Something dark and unnatural.

Regulus: [Starts crying, and out right begs] I don't care what he comes back as. As long he comes back. Please do this for me. Please? Please? Please? Please?

Hello! This sounds like absolute soul crushing angst, so obviously I'm very excited to write this!

(This will be angst with happy ending, and it does contain background wolfstar)

He Who Falls Shall Not Rise.

A Jegulus One-Shot

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"James Potter?" He whispered, staring at the mess of black curls in front of him, "You're Sirius' friend, right?"

The boy turned, a curious spark in his eye and glasses that slipped to the edge of his nose,

"Yes I am." His eyebrows furrowed, "You're Regulus Black." It wasn't a question.

Regulus nodded, surprised.

"Sirius told me a lot about you." He explained, looking a little embarrassed, "You have the same features."

"Oh." Regulus wasn't sure what else to say. He recognized James from pictures he found in Sirius' room the summer after he left for Hogwarts.

"Would you like to come with me to the library? I was just about to return some charms books. I could show you around?"

Regulus nodded eagerly, "That'd be great, actually. Thanks."

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Regulus shook the thoughts from his head. They were so young then, barely even aware of what was going on in the world around them.

He gave a harsh laugh, wondering what it would have been like if he'd never introduced himself to James at all.

No.

He couldn't entertain the thought. The heartbreak he could handle... but, not having James in his life? He wasn't sure he ever would have survived.

"Regulus? Are you home?" Narcissa called, her voice gentle as always. He sighed, his cousins had a habit of checking in on him nearly every day.

"I'll be down in a moment." He called, wiping the tears from his face.

He thought about Narcissa, about how content she was in her life. Her son must have been... what? One, now? The time flew by too fast to ever keep track.

"Hello." He greeted politely as he walked down the staircase, trying to keep his hands from shaking.

In truth, he'd never been more desperate in his life.

Desperation was a funny thing, it made you do things, even horrible things, that you never would have imagined yourself being a part of.

Like what he was about to do now.

"Are you okay?" She whispered, "You look pale, dear."

He nodded curtly, the letter from Remus sitting like a stone in his pocket, weighing down his every move. He'd read its contents a hundred times before he really processed it.

Sirius was in Azkaban.

James Potter was dead.

"Good morning, Reggie!" Andromeda called, flourishing herself through the door. Her voice was... not so gentle. Her words echoed loudly through the large, empty house.

There was nobody left but him.

"Good morning, Andy." He nodded back at her. He wasn't sure he could stand another second of this. The pretending. The casual greetings as though his entire world hadn't just caught fire.

"Who is this?" Andromeda asked, pointing to an old photograph on the wall. He had just added it this morning. Regulus' chest grew tight.

"Sirius' friend." He whispered.

At the mention of Sirius' name both of their heads whipped towards him. He was used to that now, the fear in their eyes, the worry.

Sirius had turned out just like Bellatrix after all.

Regulus refused to believe it, refused to believe his only brother could ever do something like that. Especially to someone like James. Everyone knew how much they loved each other, how willing Sirius would have been to die for him. How willing they both were to die for James.

Regulus' breathing felt shallow. He wished he would have been given the option.

"Regulus... are you sure you're alright?" Narcissa asked again.

"He's dead." The words left his mouth before he could stop them, "The man in the photograph. He's- He's dead."

Narcissa leaned down to get a better look. She gasped,

"It's Potter." She whispered, sharing a look with Andy, "That's the man that Sirius-'

"Stop." Regulus cut her off, tears threatening to spill over, "Please don't say it."

Narcissa didn't waste any time pulling him into a hug, she pet his hair gently, apologizing profusely for upsetting him. Andy walked past to the dining room,

"Maybe we should sit down to chat, yeah?" She offered, pulling out a chair.

He nodded and sat down with them, trying to control his breathing.

"What happened, Reggie?" Andy asked, reaching across the table to place a hand over his own.

"I-" He cleared his throat, "James is gone." He tried to explain but couldn't get his voice to work.

"Yes." Narcissa nodded sympathetically, "He is. I'm very sorry for your loss."

Andy' eyes turned curious, "I wasn't aware you two were friends."

Regulus gave a humorless laugh, "Friends." He repeated, his voice raw.

He thought back to the day he told Sirius he was in love with his best friend, and again to the day James told him he loved him too.

"Were you... more?" Narcissa asked carefully.

Regulus looked away. He knew how sensitive the topic was with his family. He'd seen it with Sirius, when he'd first confessed to being in a relationship with Remus.

"You were, weren't you?" Andy leaned back against her chair, resting her hands on top of her head, "We had no idea."

Regulus nodded, "We preferred it that way. The only people who knew were Remus and-" He broke off, not wanting to see them react to his brother's name again.

"So you and Potter... you loved each other." Narcissa held his other hand, "There's nothing wrong with that, dear."

Regulus laughed again, closing his eyes and tilting his face towards the ceiling,

"Believe me, there's plenty wrong with it, Cissy."

"Reg, It's okay. Neither of us are going to judge you for-" Andy started.

"No, it's not okay!" He exploded, pushing back from the table, "He's dead, Andy!"

They stayed silent, he could feel their shock from his outburst. He was usually the calm one.

"I-" He couldn't keep the tears from falling now, "I miss him." His voice broke on the last word and Narcissa immediately pulled him into another hug.

"Regulus, I'm so sorry." She whispered, rubbing his back.

"I don't need you to feel sorry for me." He gently pulled her hands away, "Feeling sorry won't bring him back."

Andy's expression immediately grew suspicious, "Reg..." She started. He shook his head,

"No. Please, I- I can't lose him." He turned and grabbed a book from the shelf, the one full of dark magic spells, and placed it on the table between them, "Please. I never ask you for anything. I never ask you to do these spells for me, but please-"

Narcissa understood now, shaking her head, "No, Regulus. You know we can't do that."

"Why not!" He shouted, taking a step backwards, "I love him! I- I can't just let him go. I need to do something, I need to try!"

Andy sighed, pushing the book away from them, "Reggie, it's too dangerous."

"I can't just sit here and do nothing! Please! I- I'll do anything you ask me to. I'll be in your debt for the rest of my life just please! Please open the damn book and try!"

"Regulus." Narcissa's voice was stern now, "You cannot bring him back. He's gone. I'm sorry but... he's gone."

Regulus shook his head, sliding the book back to the edge of the table and flipping through the pages blindly, "No I- I've seen you do it, I know you can do it. You have to! I- I can't live without him, please!"

Andy grabbed his hand to stop him, "Even if we do bring him back it won't be James. He'll come back as- as something else. It won't be him, Reggie."

"I don't care what he comes back as! I don't care, I don't care! I need him! I just need him back! Please just do it. I know you can do it, please just fucking bring him back!" He could feel his heart pounding, he was mere seconds away from getting on his knees and begging them to try.

"Regulus! We can't!" Narcissa shouted, her voice more upset then he'd ever heard it.

"You have to-" He started.

"But we can't." She sighed and closed the book, "I'm sorry."

Regulus let out a wordless, angry shout and threw the book against the wall, watching it hit the ground with a loud thud.

"Reg-" Andy stood up from the table. Regulus slammed his hands down, rounding on Narcissa,

"You don't want me to be happy, is that it? You're just angry that I found someone who really loves me. You're jealous that someone actually cares! You and Lucius don't love each other and we both know it-"

"Regulus!" Andy called. He ignored her,

"You're just jealous, Cissy. You could never handle the fact that Bella and I were always the favorites. You can’t handle the fact that maybe I'm not like you! Maybe I'm broken... and flawed. Maybe I'm not the perfect heir to the black family throne like you thought I was. That I was capable of finding my own fucking personality, that I chose to be with someone for love and not blood status. Maybe I was never like you. That's why you're doing this, isn't it? Because you're angry I couldn’t be that perfect kid anymore."

Tears streamed down his face, soaking the collar of his shirt. He couldn't care less, he was angry, more angry than he'd ever been before, "If you won't help me, I'll do it myself."

"Regulus, stop." A voice came from the doorway.

"Remus." He breathed, turning around to face him.

"I know you're angry. Merlin knows how angry I am. But you need to stop."

"How did you-" Regulus shook his head, "How did you find me?"

"I came to collect some of Sirius' things." He didn't seem to miss the flinching from behind Regulus at the name.

Narcissa walked across the room to pick up the book and put it away. Trying to play off her shudder.

Remus sighed, "I'm sorry. Really, I-" He looked away, "I can't imagine how much pain you're in."

Regulus walked up to him then, and for the very first time, he hugged him.

"I'm sorry, Remus. I know you loved him too."

Remus nodded, pulling away, "I do. But we can't bring him back. It's wrong, Reg. You know it is."

Andy walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I would do anything for you, Reggie. But I can't do this. I'm sorry."

He turned to face her, watching the emotions swirling on Narcissa' face, the guilt on Andy's.

"I know." He brushed away the last of his tears, "I know. I'm sorry." He looked at Narcissa, "I didn't mean it, the things I said to you... I'm really sorry."

She smiled softly at him, he could see the pain behind it still, "It's okay, Regulus. I know you're hurting right now. I promise, it will get better."

Regulus took a deep breath, "I hope so." He whispered.

Remus patted his shoulder once, walking past them to the stairs, heading for Sirius' old room.

"Remus." He called, Remus turned,

"Yeah?"

"Maybe you should join us tomorrow for lunch. I think it'll do us all some good to have company."

He glanced at Andy and Narcissa, his expression was reserved, but he nodded anyways,

"Okay."

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It was a long time before Regulus' anger subsided. The grief never fully went away, he wasn't sure it ever would. But he was happy now, he was capable of feeling happy, something he didn't think he'd ever feel again.

"Can you believe Sirius was only four in this photo?" Cissy laughed, showing the old album to Remus, who watched Sirius fly around on a toy broom, knocking into things Regulus knew would get him into huge trouble for later.

Remus laughed, and the sound gave Regulus hope. One day, Sirius and Remus would be together again. He hoped he would be there to see it.

Remus checked his watch and stood, "I'm late for an order meeting, I'll see you all tomorrow?"

They nodded, waving goodbye as he made his way to the door.

He would never quite be whole again without James, but he would survive, and that was enough.

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[dragondemoness]

Kyoko kirigiri with a male reader that has the power to save and load and uses it during the killing game to save everyone.

This turned out way longer than I expected, but hope you like it 😆

Also, I wrote this a fat minute ago, but I forgot to post it while thinking that I did, so sorry about that 😅

Kyoko Kirigiri with a Male S/O who can Save and Load Progress Like a Video Game

Much like Kyoko, you didn't seem to have a labeled talent

You either didn't have an Ultimate Title, refused to talk about it, or simply forgot

Kyoko was interested in you for that reason, and even though she couldn't place it, she felt... Strangely connected to you

You progressed through the killing game together, and after some time, you and Kyoko grew even closer

Little did she know, you were actually completely aware of what you could do

You had the uncanny ability to rewind time to where you last marked it, reminiscent of saving progress in a game and resuming it

After the killing game was announced, you kept saving progress like a maniac

Every morning and every night, just in case

You were able to successfully prevent deaths, but of course, more victims and blackeneds kept appearing

It was quite disheartening to see, so you decided to continue saving, but not load it back until the killing game reaches the end

You were the only one who was conscious of every rewind, but Kyoko started to become suspicious

As secretive as she appeared to the others, you were somehow even more so

You were both singled out by Byakuya for not revealing your talents, but she noticed that you didn't insist that you forgot yours like she did

Something felt off to her, and she couldn't help but feel that you knew something she and the others didn't

And after uncovering more secrets and finally learning her Ultimate Talent, she was sure you had one too

She confronted you, and you finally admitted what you could do, and what you have done

Kyoko was flabbergasted, and naturally doubtful at first

Since you were the only one who remembered every event before rewinding, you explained in detail who the previous victims were, their killers, and even their weapons and clues they left behind

THEN you managed to convince Kyoko

It was a pretty intriguing talent, and she wondered how you managed to convince her father to let you into Hope's Peak, considering how bizarre it all sounded

Then she figured you could just rewind time if he refused you, though you couldn't remember regardless

Kyoko asked you not to rewind time unless it was absolutely necessary, since you were both close to uncovering the secret of the school, and she didn't want to lose that progress

You then proceeded to compare her to a gamer who forgot to save their progress, which earned an unamused stare from her, though you could see her trying to hide a smile

Fast forward to the Mukuro Ikusaba trial, where everything was going wrong and Kyoko was on her way to execution

You swore to rewind time so you could undo it, though watching your partner get crushed to death was no picnic

True to your word, you brought her back, and soon enough, your talent was finally brought to light

Everyone gave you shocked looks as Junko, who constantly teased you as Monokuma for being a nobody, was practically seething in rage

All her despair could have been undone, and she was grasping at straws to get you executed

But naturally, it wasn't possible whatsoever, and she was dragged to her execution screaming in rage

Your classmates asked if you could rewind to the day the Tragedy started, but the problem was since you couldn't remember that day at all, you weren't sure if you could do that

It was like deleting a save file, never to be recovered

You also worried about undoing your relationship with Kyoko, but she only gave you a kind smile as she took your hands and insisted that she was sure that wouldn't be a problem

With that in mind, you rewinded to the previous day, and went backwards to every single save point until everything suddenly turned white

You soon found yourself at classic Hope's Peak, and thankfully, you remembered everything about the killing game

You wasted no time in stopping Junko and halting her plans for world takeover

Everything was normal again, and all your friends and classmates were safe

And more than that, you didn't lose your relationship with Kyoko at all, instead just reverting back to its original stage

[pomplalamoose]

Love your Luke relationship headcanons! How about headcanons for Luke x Force sensitive reader where you meet after ROTJ?

Thank you thank you thank you, this means a lot to me! I hope you will like these as well🫶🏻

• okay so I think for this we are going to assume you are about Leia's and Luke's age, maybe a little bit older or a little bit younger 

• based on that lets say you had a similar childhood as well, growing up with a loving family in a loving home, leading a calm and uneventful life 

• when you came of age you maybe wanted to help build the New Republic, simply travel or seek out a certain education 

• due to the extinction of the Jedi order before or shortly after your birth, you know nothing about it, even less so about the Force 

• maybe you were told some bed time stories when you were a child, but those always seemed too far away, too fantastical to be true

• unlike Luke you did not have a desert hermit, that then turned out to be the former Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi, come and pick you up for an adventure around your twenties 

• neither did you encounter Yoda on Dagobah or faced down Darth Vader and the Emperor; at this time the only known force sensitive people still alive

• you weren't introduced to the matter, no matter how brief, like Luke was

• and since it's mentioned during ANH that everything to do with the Jedi is dismissed as an old religion, useless and outdated (at least by many), it would have been pretty much impossible for you to even know about your force sensitivity 

• however you and those around you could have noticed certain special abilities of yours when you were growing up 

• maybe you had a way of easily getting what you wanted, being so charming that hardly anyone could resist you 

• maybe you often managed to be "in the right place at the right time" without planning on it

• maybe you always had an uncanny way to follow your intuition (e.g. because of a gut feeling, a dream, etc.) in certain situations that strangely turned out in your favor 

• maybe, just like Anakin, you were and still are exceptionally talented when it comes to something requiring quick flexes and incredible focus 

• maybe you are so "empathetic and understanding" that one could think you are able to read their mind

• despite these more or less obvious signs nobody thought anything of it, least of all you

• everyone has something they are good at after all and so that was that 

• when you meet Luke he is probably the one that will, after enough time spent with you, recognize your little "quirks" as what they really are 

• even if it might take him a while 

• he just fought a war, found and lost his true father and had to say goodbye to many loved ones 

• also he has shouldered the burden to rebuild an ancient order from scratch and additionally wants to support Leia in her political aspirations 

• plus, for most of his life, he wasn't aware of his own force sensitivity either, so spotting it in others can't be easy if you still have a lot to learn yourself 

• what was noticeable right from the beginning though, was the way you immediately gravitated to each other 

• or rather, how you were drawn to him like a moth to the light 

• obviously you are attracted to him too (many are, let's be real) but there is something else about him, something so familiar and intriguing, you simply can't stay away 

• before even speaking to him once you feel a strong urge to be in his company 

• you never had a crush this intense 

• (you are not aware this is not just a simple crush but the Force making sure your paths cross; instead you think you've gone slightly insane)

• also I feel like crushing on him during that time would be like crushing on a celebrity; he's not just some guy anymore, he's THE Luke Skywalker 

• but because he's Luke, he doesn't let it get to his head; in fact he is rather embarrassed about all the attention 

• so, following your intuition, you try to seek him out whenever you can, unconsciously using the Force to do so

• this will create lots of very embarrassing moments for you though 

• you find, you have a tendency to zone out as soon as you spot him and often get caught in places you have no business being in

• it's like your brain just short circuits in these moments and everything around you fizzles away 

• the more you try to stay away the worse it gets until, finally, he notices you as well

• he's really busy, okay?

• but since he feels pulled in your direction as well, he will make time for you

• in the beginning it's just for a little chat here and there

• Luke enjoys these, especially because you seem genuinely interested in him as a person and not only view him as "the hero" or "the last Jedi"

• so eventually he will ask you to spend more time together, for example inviting you out to take a trip to a market with him

• or, if you're a good mechanic, to tinker around with his x-wing 

• I like to think that there is always a lot of discreet blushing and shyness involved, mostly on your side (on Luke's too but he hides it much better)

• glad that the war is mostly over and he can focus on other things (you), Luke is happy to do so and you grow close rather quickly 

• this too is somewhat unusal, war changes people after all, and for a while Luke was somewhat withdrawn

• through meeting you he slowly comes out of his shell again 

• even more so when you find out about the certain similarities you have 

• while it took him a while to open up about it, you love listening to the way he talks about his life before the war and following that, especially about his time with Obi-Wan and Yoda

• in return he's curious about you as well and more and more are you able to find parallels between each other 

• you dare to admit to the way you felt about him since the very beginning then, trying your best to describe that strange pull towards his person 

• he immediately understands what you are trying to convey, has experienced it himself with Yoda and then you

• he shares his thoughts and together you come to the conclusion that you are either force sensitive, will be playing an important part in his life or both 

• he decides to teach you all that he knows so far

• if that's what the Force wants, who are you two to deny it, right? 

• while outwardly ever the professional, he's secretly relieved, even thrilled to have another reason to spend more time in your presence 

• from the outside it's painfully obvious how much you like each other; meanwhile you both stay unaware 

• you are convinced Luke doesn't return your feelings, instead only seeing you as a close friend 

• he deeply buries the part of him that desperately wants to pursue a romantic relationship with you

• attachment is not allowed and it troubles him a lot

• (Leia is loosing her mind)

[jaays-moon]

ghostbusters👻☎

heeseung x reader (afab) genre: friends to lovers, conducting a seance, spooOooky, friends having fun!! synopsis: what is better than a sleepover after the dreadful exams? a game of calling ghosts at a sleepover! where y/n and her friends play the game of seance with candles. word count: 2.6K 🖤🖤 DISCLAIMER‼️ i do not intend make fun of the practice or anyone who believes in such things. this story is purely for entertainment. continue reading....༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.

"dude we are still having the sleepover right?" hearing heeseung's voice over the phone was just the moral boost i needed to protect myself from the eventual bed rot.

"yeah... we do, don't we..." however, nothing could stop me from the self-loathing that ensued after our exam results were published.

"y/n are you still sad about your grades? dude... you literally topped the class. so what jay beat you to rank 1, you know that nerdball is always trying to one up you."

ha...was it that evident in my voice "no, haha no its... ugh you know what, yeah i am upset. LIKE HE LITERALLY TOLD ME HE DIDN'T DO WELL IN PHYSICS, BUT THAT HOE??? this is why i hate toppers."

"oh? is it so?"

JAY??? what- omg did hee just put me on a three way call??

"HEE?" what is this guy doing. gosh way to go. he sure does know how to put me on the spot!

"no bestie it is I. the topper. you know you should actually let me know how crude your true intent is. and here i thought you were a friend."

"oh well good cause i can't be friends with LIARS! i wasn't the one who pretended to not know about the exam and then proceed to get an A! that is actually being an asshole. also that you never told me about getting tutored by jake."

"wait what you were getting tutored by jake? is this how you steal peoples friends jay?"

"WHAT? NO I DIDN'T? THAT LIL SHIT HAS BEEN TELLING EVERYONE THAT? JAKE-"

*the line cuts and the doorbell rings*

who could that be?

"hee?" "yes? who else? its time for the sleepover girl?"

"its 7 o' clock in the evening heeseung, who comes this early anyways-" i mean how does it even matter to scold him cause either ways, he barges into the house.

"well technically i do live here. its like my second home. do you need to take permission to enter your own house love?" of course. the only reason why i am friends with hee. he is unapologetically himself. it puts me at ease to have a person who thinks of me so dearly. or thinks of my home so dearly...

"ok fyi i also sent the invite in the gc"

"oh i know, jay is on the way with jake, maybe after he beats him up tho."

i chuckle at the thought of those two bickering. obviously jake hadn't told me anything about tutoring. it was just fun to watch them bicker after all! "and for you, i also invited leah over." a wicked grin decorates my face as i watch hee's jaw drop and eyes go wide in horror.

"Y/N??? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO what? why? how could you do this to me? YOU ARE VERY AWARE OF HOW CLINGY SHE IS WITH ME. she is like obsessed with me or something! please no y/n. i am so sorry!! Y/N"

"hee be nice! she is my friend! and everyone has tiny crushes. she just likes you a bit. as the good friend that i am, i am just helping her out! she also has something planned for the night. she was recommending some game? i don't know."

*bell rings*

"i guess that must be the two actual friends of mine. the ones who TRULY care for me!" i chuckle as i approach the door.

however nobody stands as i open the door. i look outside to check my surroundings but it is as quiet as a night full of mysteries could be. the sudden noise of thunder fills the ambience as it starts pouring heavily. i shriek as i run back into the house, locking the door. "hee...?" i look over the kitchen counter, the sofa, and knock on the bathroom doors he doesn't respond. "ugh where did this kid go? hee, hees- AHHHHHH!

something black just covers my eyes from the back as a scream for my life. "geez, if you didn't know how to defend yourself, you sure can make a serial killer go deaf. you know you should audition for those roles of screamers in the slasher thrillers."

"HEESEUNG! NOT FUNNY. I WAS SO SCARED!" "aww pookie was scared" "ew-" but his warm hug makes up for it. as the cold from the rain starts creeping into the room, heeseung offers me his jacket.

"what about you?" "don't worry. you will be warm and smell nice in it." he adds on with a wink. this guy. my laughs cover how blown out my pupils look. it isn't fair. how he gets to have this effect on me. i mean we are friends but moments like these, make me question otherwise. why can't i reciprocate the flirtations? why am i defeated dumb by this gorgeous guy?

"ok leah justed texted me. jay is picking her up" "you text leah?" "sometimes, when i think my charm is wearing off." "you are such an asshole! i am going to tell her." "no you won't." "and why is that?" "cause you care about me. cause, you like me." a grin of victory. i wave my hand to dismiss the words thrown out in air. is it that simple for him?

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our boisterous laugh fills my apartment. if it weren't for these people i genuinely wouldn't make it through college. but as we talk, as we laugh, heeseung keeps falling all over me.

"HEESEUNG WHY DO YOU HAVE A SERIOUS CASE OF IJBOLITIS YOU WILL SQUISH Y/N." jay's boisterous accusation fills the room when jake ends up becoming a water fountain spitting out the cola he was drinking. "omg y'all!! now i need to get tissues" shaking my head isn't enough for the amount of chaos these people cause.

was i saying something about them saving me throughout college? never mind that, it is in direct proportion to the headache they give me. stealing glance from hee i move towards the kitchen "y/n could you also get...um..five! yes five candles!" "candles? for what leah?" "remember?! i told you we have to play a game. i mean we are done watching a movie. it is raining outside. IT IS 3 AM! this is the perfect time to have a seance!" "ah what now?"

"a seance jake. wouldn't have expected you to know however." "please do explain jAy. wHat is a sEanCe"

"well you see in ancient times-"

"it is a ghost calling game!"

"it is NOT a game leahhh." wow... i have never seen jay pout?

"wellllllll none of us are mediums."

"what would you know baby i could be a medium?"

"BABY??" "BABY?" "you both-"

"what y/n? as if you aren't hiding something?! *giggling* you and hee... aren't you also dating? you may not tell your dear friend-"

"what? no no you have it wrong leah. y/n and i. i would never date her. we can never date. we are friends. right y/n? y/n-"

i rush to the kitchen as soon as possible. i have nothing to do with that conversation. i should have known. it was just heeseung being heeseung. he is just nice to everyone. it shouldn't mean anything that the way he looks at me is any different. it was just my perception. it was my fault i thought that heeseung could love me any more than a friend. it should have been me who answered that. of course. like he said we could never date. why would he date me. why would i date him. why am i hurt-

"y/n? why did you leave like that?"

as i feel my throat burning at the familiar sound. my eyes are about to spill the truth. "didn't leah ask to get the candles though? why are you worried." as i shove past him in my annoyance which almost turned into guilt. reaching up to open the cabinet heeseung comes closer, hovering over me to reach the matchbox. "y/n" oh i know that timbre of his voice. the low, soothing tone, prying to know if i am hurt. i am not. definitely. "what?" "i am supposed to ask you that. i know you have something on your mind. i mean i know you were trying to set me up with your friend-" oh. he wasn't even thinking about me. good lord. this is pathetic. i am pathetic. "no i wasn't worried about that. matter of fact i wasn't worried at all. first you three way call jay to "prank" me. and now you think i am unlovable. pick a side lee heeseung. do you even care or not."

"woah. government name... if i didn't know you better, i would say you are mad right now." "that is the point heeseung. you don't. know. me." "baby-" "DO NOT CALL ME THAT!" as i push him back to the kitchen island i feel his round eyes on me filled with concern and guilt. i am unable to pull him back before he bumps into the glass as it shatters to the floor.

"ayo? what happened-" jake's concerned voice broke both of us from the intense glare we shared.

"DID THE GLASS JUST BREAK? LEAH BABY! ISN'T THIS A BAD OMEN. WE SHOULDN'T BE DOING THIS!" "jay.... baby relax it didn't fall on it's own."

"ew, get a room." leah rolls her eyes as she speaks "i guess heeseung bumped into it. right?" "yeah. that is exactly what happened."

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"so that is basically it. we hold each other's hands and ask if any spirit is out there who wants to contact us. and i know how hard it is for us to remain silent, calm and composed we HAVE to. the candles will flicker and we can then start asking questions! only ask yes or no questions. also, no questions about death, money or future! ok y/n babe light the candles in the center please!!"

as leah instructs all of us we get into position. i immediately scurried next to leah's side and held her hand as we all sat down. i could sense heeseung's intense stare on me but for the sake of my sanity, i choose to ignore him like all my problems in life. didn't know he would someday fall on that list. am i being dramatic? maybe. i am just a girl! 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎀

"wow that is cool and everything but, sorry y/n i don't want to hold sweaty ass palms?" "excuse ME-" "i said what i said!" jake dashes of to sit next to jay who was happily seated next to his gf. this jake had one job. heeseung awkwardly shifts to sit next to me. my hands go cold with the tight feeling in the pit of my stomach. i try to be extremely nonchalant about it. but in the shuffle i almost skid on the stupid floor which makes him snort. i look up to squint at him but it elicits only a response of a smirk from him. oh.

"oh also if the candle assigned to each of us flickers then it is a yes and if all the candles remain still. well, a no." "aw babeee you are learning so well!" "the best is teaching me" as jay shoots a wink at his partner we all physically groan with jake audibly gagging. well this is going to be fun...

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as the rounds went by the questions became stupider. you would think that all of us had a collective braincell count of negative 5.

"am I the smartest in this group"

" *cough* nO *cough* "

"shut up jake!"

"whaaaat it wasn't me :("

this is what i missed the most, laughing, having fun with your friends. i also long back started to feel at ease with hee's warm hands melting into mine. i had gone overboard with my feelings and it wasn't fair to hee or me... i just had made assumptions. i wished to clear the air. as my other friends continued to bicker i turned towards hee.

"hee...i am sorry for pushing you earlier. i just... it did sting when you said you would NEVER date me. i mean i am not that bad of a person am i" i laugh trying to cover the underlying connotations of my ask. " *chuckles* im sorry y/n. it was actually on me that i assumed you would be averse to dating ME. i mean who would want to date their friends, right?" his response caught me off guard so did his tone. he ended the question with some unsaid hope. i tried to decipher what he meant while trying to study his eyes. his eyes were locked into mine the similar way. trying to uncover the surface and delve deeper.

"i guess there are two other love birds here!" leah's voice broke us from a trance like state. " ahha leah. so its my turn? ok i would like to ask whether i will be rich- "HEE DO YOU WANT TO DIE LEAH JUST SAID NO QUESTIONS ABOUT MONEY!!!" " well...if it means it will be in your arms-"

"ohh my godddddd"

"i think i just barfed in my mouth-"

"YOU are actually the perpetrator of such CRIME!"

"EXCUSE ME-"

no amount of eye rolls can save the redness that creeps into my face. this guy- but this time i try to play along. "well why are you trying to be like romeo-juliet, when we can be hee-y/n alive and happy." i add on a wink feeling extra feisty.

the silence which fills the room could be cut through with a knife. i was about to back track when hee's jaw dropped like never before and a howling laughter ensued.

"oh heeseung she DEVOURED YOU SO BAD!!"

"damn y/n should flirt more often!!"

hee was just as dumbfounded as i was at my response.

"oh yeah? are you sure y/n. don't make promises you can't keep." his voice dropped to a soothing volume. his head tilted with the slightest smolder in his eyes. not to overpowering. just enough to hypnotize, mesmerize. as he turned towards the the candle circle his voice become bold and clear.

"dear spirit just y/n like me?" is he for real!!?? did he just ask that in front of... at that moment it felt as all the air in the room had left. a chill ran through my spine. i could see my friends start to feel uneasy as it seemed something, or someBODY else had joined our little gathering. i could see leah's face drop as she held my hand's tighter than usual. even jake and jay feel completely silent with the ambience in the air which dropped the temperature.

" ok... um so heeseung your candle isn't flickering-"

"but baby look... y/n's candle is flickering."

it felt like time had stopped. the room felt eerily filled with various other auras. feeling intensified. the tension was rising. as if as an instinct i held onto hee's hand tighter than before. from my periphery i noticed him glance towards me. he reciprocated.

"ok that is enough, thank you spirit for joining us." leah broke the tension as she blew out the candles and all of us sighed. as if everyone was holding their breathe expecting the worse.

all of us looked at each other. "ok... well the spirit didn't have to expose me like that..." everyone started giggling. this experience was something else.

"so you do like me?"

"well we all knew that before you two idiots knew."

"for once I agree with jake. you both are so blind, imagine, a LITERAL SPIRIT had to come and expose y'all."

"wellll THIS WAS FUN. and, i beg you y/n. NEVER second guess MY intuition. mwah mwah. you both are soooo adorbs!!"

and all i and hee could do in laugh and fall in for each other all over again.

omg this was long af😭😭 i had so many doubts and second thoughts with this buttttt, i hope you like it‼️‼️ please do show support and love by reblogging🖤and sending in asks in the mailbox💌thank you ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

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#6: One-Fifth Of The Usual Filth

Ship: Imelda Reyes x f!MC (Julia Wright) x Poppy Sweeting

Summary: Imelda is desperate and climbs walls pestering girlfriends.

Prompt Number: 68. A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me” [>>>link to the list]

Word count: 1790. Rating: E.

Warnings: NSFW 18+. Heavy petting. Hot & Steamy. Kinky.

A/N: It's brainrot-powered. Characters are in their 20's.

I wanted this to be a lengthy one but I'm a tad too lazy for this atm.

I would call this genre a second-hand embarrassment but in a good way. I would also call this a character study, perhaps? Enjoy. ^ ^

Tags: @celestial--sapphic @espressoristretto-patronum @caramel-hufflepuff @boxdstars @thriftstorebabayaga

Julia was weak -- literally; physically agile yet so fatigued; she was often suggested anything she could want from a sex. Poppy, a giggly girl, often surrendered after a snoggy cuddle; there was hardly any other woman in the whole world as easy to please. And then, Imelda.

Their lovely pest. Moral support. Love of their lives.

Some days, an embodiment of a hurricane. Tireless hands. Insatiable hunger for kiss and touch. Impossibly enviable endurance. A dance in sheets, -- preferable locale, of course. But anywhere could go, Julia's study or a stable, they all studied magic for at least something, right?

Other days, impossibly desperate creature. A salacious fantasy taken straight from her imagination. A force Julia couldn't resist, a beastly affection Poppy never dared to tame; it was Imelda's way to express longing, a need to belong to nowhere else but in-between the thighs. Kiss not a thing but lips asking for her and hold in an embrace not anyone but arms reaching for her, shaken or firm, needing her close.

And on a rare day, she groveled.

Her overbearing confidence, that unrelenting force swaying Julia off her feet and luring Poppy to a giggly trap, it's gone on that day. In lieu of it, strange quietness would seal Imelda's lips and jag her moves, as if she lost all comfort and suddenly turned an inexperienced girl, shy and covert from her very own desires, unable to plainly state them.

When it occurred for the first time, it bewildered everyone but as it turned out, Imelda was prone to pent up with the needs of her own.

Needs that are deeply seated screams for utter derangement.

Either of them two wriggling underneath her was an enjoyable sight.

But she often thought to herself, taken from her own words, to want to be treated as lovingly. To, too, try and escape the caress, shudder and breathe in sharply against another's body; if nobody minded, not even listened to most of the time, just played with like with a some kind of toy. "Melly," Julia's voice, a hint of amusement in it, rasped in the quiet air, "have you been overworking yourself lately, by chance?"

"What if I definitely have."

"We're not committing atrocities to your mind and body," Poppy cut.

Poppy, that woman was as easy to please as she was always aware of people speaking out of their minds when tired and inexorable at it. Perhaps what they needed was to just a punch to where it nudged.

It meant nothing less of a fatiguingly perfect. Each and single time.

Imelda would feel replenished. Full of energy again, causing them two a pleasant distress starting next morn. Yet it began to leave Imelda wonder if she could, somehow, persuade them to try something new.

To have not just enough but more than this, to have the joy overflow.

After all and besides, the concept wasn't something entirely new.

Once Julia nearly crushed her own skull and a bed frame along with ir. Since that, sometimes her hands were neatly and tightly secured either behind her back, or attached to the frame, so she wouldn't hurt neither herself, nor the furniture, when she, too, was stuck in a state of the utter desperation.

It also stopped her from casting little glittery stone towers, for some reason.

Imelda tried to ask for the same treatment, a few times.

Julia told her, there was nothing enviable in this utmost humiliating position. Relieved of her own need, still, but she had no control over any thing surrounding her. Besides, what if she would need her wand!

"For a good girl you are, you're playing a reluctant, self-conscious prude too well. I could almost believe it and I would, would you not be from Ravenclaw," Imelda hinted. "By the way. Do not suppose Pops buys it. She enjoys the sight even more than I do."

"Pest," Julia gritted. "What do you want, then."

"You two, at me and on me, when I'm a love puddle on the floor."

Julia sighed, reddened, "Merlin's Beard. What else."

Imelda decidedly kept an ominous silence as an answer to Julia's rhetoric query. Imelda didn't yet know, absent-minded to her hidden desires, sat quiet in the back of her thoughts most days.

Poppy, in turn, told Imelda Julia's convulsions didn't hurt her as much as they would hurt anyone -- and anything -- else in the room. Imelda didn't meet the criteria for disaster, so there wasn't a need to implore drastic measures in handling her own wee situation?

"Handling my own wee situation," Imelda repeated. Poppy was quick to catch her drift, "Your suggestions always imply harm done to you."

"They aren't. I might just want more of you this way."

"Then we shall just assume you want one-fifth of your usual filth?"

"Perhaps."

Poppy's look was promising.

And Julia's reaction didn't imply the idea was entirely discarded.

Might that be a reason day X came so soon. Or was it, again, training regimen's rigour. Or was it something entirely else. Whatever it was, it set her mind spinning like a whirlabout with a tiny pointer; on what it lands and points at, that shall become this day's reality.

And in a sense, it began happening.

A hearty meal and a bath took some of Imelda's vigour but from her own word, it was nudging her, more than ever. Excitement rushed through the veins, but it quickly faded into anxiety when she entered the bedroom wearing only a wrappy towel.

To Poppy and Julia she looked uncertain. Maybe, a little lost. Shy. As she usually would on a day like this.

But usually, she would be slowly approached and led to a house' locale of a more enjoyable capability than the flooring.

They invited her to sit down; by the way she moved she'd better lay down. It wouldn't happen until a little later, as the first thing they asked Imelda was to breathe and let go of the towel. She needn't to hide from anyone. Nobody was there to judge or ask too much of her, lest it would mean she didn't want something to ever occur.

She didn't resist carefully planted kisses. Shook in Poppy's arms, warm against her skin. Pulled deeper in the four-poster bed by her, didn't notice when Julia's body appeared in-between her legs and didn't physically allow her to clasp the knees together.

"You poor thing. I'm no broom, don't be shy," Julia pouted and looked down. Muscles, tensed along the inner thighs. Belly roll, soft as ever; biteable, but that is for the later moment of calm. Soap's odour, of a flower and a fruit, stuck to Imelda's hair; all of it. A kiss on her chest, a collarbone, soft, and on the lips, but that one is a peck. A smile, she let it flash in the dim lights of the room, to get Imelda's eyes on her lower lip, to follow its every move. Then, Julia said, slowly, "Why don't you get on all fours for me."

"Oka-- What," Imelda snapped. "Why?"

"To exhaust you. I dislike your vigour," Julia demanded; her eyes betrayed her act and she laughed it off quickly. "Forget it. But you just might enjoy a little tease, don't you think?"

A suggestion Imelda couldn't resist.

And a view -- of Poppy's smile, reachable, kissable, when Julia's pointy caress became too stingy -- she didn't ever regret seeing.

Aside from all that, indubitably enjoyable, pleasantly captivating, -- with Julia's finger making magic inside of her and ripping hisses out her throat along with hoarse asks for kisses, -- curving the spine inwardly felt heavenly.

Of course Poppy noticed. She said, "I told you!"

Imelda snapped again, "Why can't I have both this and that!"

Julia breathed onto her nape, her body against her spine, "Because massage is easy and telling you that you're not a horse for a riding crop ever touching your behind or your legs really isn't."

"I'm no horse but has it ever stopped either of you from riding me!"

Regretful silence from Julia. Hopeless expression from Poppy.

"This had no rights to sound as persuasively hot, you know. But it can hurt you. It most certainly will. I don't trust my hand," Julia said, dryly.

Her finger twisted, and Imelda let out a hiss, "You could trust them on my throat once."

"Melly. No."

"This cunt hasn't seen any attention in weeks, shut uppp and go on me," Imelda pleaded. Julia's answer was to rub the fleshly veil just behind the spot; Imelda was nowhere close enough to have her relief yet but her shudder, tension and sharp breathes told Julia enough.

Poppy whispered to Imelda's ear, "Why do you want to be hit so badly? We can massage it out of you, if that's what you're looking for… No need for hurting you. Not out of the blue, okay?"

Once again denied something utterly but alluringly deranged, Imelda whined. Julia quietly reported, "I regret to inform you, Poppy, but my finger has drowned. Just letting you know our capricious princess is desperate very much."

"Shut up!"

"Sorry. Our little pest is upset."

"Julia!"

"Sorry, Melly. You can tell anything and on my deaf ear, too, but you are in no position to lie to me now. We needn't you to self-combust. Don't get too excited over until you're able to withstand all of this."

"Before any of you do anything stupid, maybe let's have her relief?" Poppy suggested. Imelda tried not to show excitement for this little word, relief, but as she had asked for something unsavoury, and as the girls were seem to enjoy her predicament, caressing and kissing her, but never proceeding to anything more serious and gut-felt…

"What will you do for it?" Julia whispered to her ear. "The night is very young, hasn't even begin yet. We can always tie you down and do our thing on our own pace and volition, in case you're uncooperative."

"What exactly did you mean?" Imelda's voice husky, and quickly stolen by Poppy's lips.

She didn't want to let go and pulled on her to lower her upper body; smiled against the kiss when Imelda's arms slithered underneath her.

A finger, Poppy's finger, suddenly appeared where Julia's one had forgotten to dwell. And it, too, wasn't quite enough.

Was she thus asked of silence? or compliance? What?

Wasn't her arse higher in the air than her busied head enough?

What was even the question?

"If you feel it all is too much, please tell us, okay?" Julia asked; she was sincere; unsure, frightened a little, but she knew Imelda was as uncertain of her own desires. "Okay?" she repeated against her nape.

Imelda mhm-ed in Poppy's lips.

[zaenaris]

I spoke with someone (who is anime only) and they told me that Koko wouldn't probably have gotten as much obesssed by money if he saved Akane and that Inupi was the one to have need of operations or he or he would have sseing how much Akane was upset because of her little brother's state.

Personally i'm not agree. Koko and Inupi were probably friends for years because Akane acted very familiar with Koko, so she knew him for a while.

And i'm sure that losing Inupi would have had a most terrible impact on Koko, because his feelings for Akane were a puppy crush and when he would have grow up our of it he would be shallowed by guilt to have not even thought to Inupi, to not have had enough money to save him. The feelings to be empty, the feeling to have been a horrible friend, the feeling of shame, and the guilt to not have saved him....it would have destroyed him.

He recovered from not have been able to save Akane and has Inupi to be here and to patiently wait him to get over his obessession but surely he wouldn't have recovered to have lost Inupi because nobody would have been here for him.

Maybe Akane would have tried to help but maybe Koko would have distanced himself from her because she looks too much like Inupi.

I agree with you @naehja

I understand that for anime-only people it may be difficult to understand immediately Koko and Inupi's backstory, there's a lot of new info, a lot of trauma and guilt involved, I understand it can be overwhelming and even readers had to re-read the whole story, analyzing the situation because, while I believe Wakui wanted Koko and Inupi story to be treated as a romantic one, (because the way he writes them and the tropes he uses for them, are strongly romantic-coded), I understand there are many levels of reading in their whole story and that

1)maybe Wakui wanted us to read it as romantic but decided to leave things a little ambiguous, just because, or

2)or what we saw in the manga is the best he could do, given the industry isn't the most queer-friendly around;

3)or he purposely decided to let readers free to have their own interpretation, romantic or not

but ultimately, if even now, when the story ended a year ago and we have plenty of confirmations regarding Koko andd Inupi's feelings for each other, manga readers still insists that Koko was an insensitive asshole that used Inupi "because he looks like his sister", then I fear we have a problem.

But this person you talked with is an anime-only, they still don't know how their last meeting before Bonten arc goes, etc etc, so I can understand if they are confused.

The problem is that many times people forget that, trauma or not, kissing your male friend when you're a boy yourself and you're perfectly aware of you you are kissing and what you are doing, isn't a very super-straight thing to do, especially when the writer made Akane (that in-universe represents both Koko's guilt and conscience) said to Koko "kiss only the person you like".

I understand many people (*cough*homophobic dudebros, generally*cough) prefer to see boy killing and do the worse thing to each other, but boys liking boys do indeed exist.

As us kokonui shippers always said, and as it was recently confirmed once again in the exhibition by Wakui in the extra chapter, Koko's crush on Akane was just that, an innocent crush that naturally faded; it became a major trauma only because Akane died an Koko felt guilty he couldn't protect her: at that point it wasn't even bc he had a crush at that time, it was because he felt he failed her, a nice, gentle girl, a person he cared about and that didn't deserve that terrible fate.

We know that in the end, with time and Inupi's help, Koko gets over -or at least, start to understand he can live without- his trauma and choses to be with Inupi as he always wanted, but without guilt.

In the end, if Akane survived and Inupi died, there would have been no one as close as Inupi has always been to Koko to help him, as you said.

Akane probably only knew Koko as Seishu's friend, otherwise they'd had no reason to interact, and Koko would have felt even guiltier for not thinking immediately to his friend; of course he'd be happy Akane is safe, but he would hate himself even more for not saving Seishu. I fear he would have kept making money but this time there would have been no one around trying to make him reason and make him realize he could live a life without his guilt, because, as we said, I doubt Akane and Koko would have any reason to interact without Seishu and in time, as we saw, Koko's crush was meant to fade anyway.

[ilovetheriddler]

hiii would it be alright if I requested a fluff fanficfion about Joseph oda x fem coworker reader who tends to get flustered really easily and has a crush on Joseph with neither of them knowing that the feeling is reciprocated? whereas it is painfully obvious they both have feelings for each other but they're the only ones who don't see it. and that they have been friends/coworkers for at least a year or 2 but never admitted their feelings to each other but to those close to them? thanks so much for your time!! 🦭 I love joseph so much and I'm surprised more ppl don't talk about him!

Yes!! Thank you so much for requesting this! I adore Joseph so much, so I loved writing this. It is truly a shame that nobody really talks about him anymore! I hope I made this Fluffy enough, I hope you enjoy this! 💚

Oblivious Affections.

(The Evil Within) Joseph Oda x F! Reader.

(Takes place a few years before the events of the main story.)

Word Count: 1,150.

Contents: longing, two friends oblivious of each others feelings, kissing, love confessions, Some Fluff.

You have been working at the Krimson City Police Department for two years now. Over that time, you've grown incredibly close to a detective who has worked there a few more years than you. Detective Joseph Oda. His partner on the force, Sebastian Castellanos, would even often make remarks about how the two of you were practically inseparable.

Truth be told, you felt more than just friendship for Joseph. In fact, you were madly in love with him. However, you could never bring yourself to admit it to him, even whenever the moment would be perfect to do so, you just couldn't risk the chance of him not feeling the same and it possibly ruining your friendship.

However, unbeknownst to you, Joseph was currently going through the exact same internal conflict and emotional turmoil. He wasn't quite sure when these feelings first developed. Was it that time when you offered to clean off his glasses for him when they were horribly smudged? The time when you went out of your way to make him a cake for his birthday last year? Did they develop as a result of your endearing laugh and smile? Or perhaps it was a mixture of everything that slowly, but surely built up.

He ultimately sighs and gets back to looking over some of the case files lying on his desk. He glances up briefly once he notices Sebastian walking over to his respective desk. He waves at him slightly.

"Morning Seb, how's being a new father treating you so far?"

"It's been rough. Lily's an extremely light sleeper, so she wakes up at all hours of the night. But you know, I love her and Myra very much, and honestly, i wouldn't ever dream of trading it for anything else."

Sebastian sits down and takes a drink from his cup of coffee. He's quiet for a few minutes until he looks over at Joseph. He has a slightly amused look in his eyes as he flashes Him a sly smile.

"So... How have things been going between you and that girl you're infatuated with...?"

"H-huh?! ... is it really that obvious that I like her...?"

Sebastian lets out a highly amused chuckle at this. Finding it somewhat funny how someone as smart as Joseph didn't realize how obvious he was when it came to his feelings for you.

"Joseph, you gawk at that poor girl like a damn fish! The whole precinct is aware of how you feel, for Pete's sake!"

"What?! The whole precinct, that's.... oh God. How long has everyone known...?"

"For months now, probably almost a year if I'm being entirely honest. As far as I'm concerned, the only person as oblivious as you would actually be her!"

Joseph feels his face heat up in embarrassment over this. But he was at least glad that you apparently were none the wiser about his feelings... That's for the best. He wouldn't want to screw things up by making things awkward.

After a few hours of going through open and closed case files and organizing some things he needed to, he went to the break room. Mainly to grab a new cup of coffee and maybe something to eat. But also with the hope of running into you, his heart pounding rapidly at the very thought.

He walks into the break room and makes his way over to the coffee maker, pouring himself a new cup before also grabbing a donut from the box on the counter, most likely brought it by Sebastian. He's so lost in his own thoughts as he eats that he doesn't even notice when you walk in. Not until you clear your throat to get his attention.

"O-oh! Excuse me, I apologize. I was just... thinking of some things...."

"... it's alright, Joseph. I just walked in, so i haven't even been standing here long..."

He then notices that you look somewhat nervous. His curiosity only grew once he noticed that you were currently holding something behind your back. After a bit, you speak up.

"I um... Have you a gift... I remember that you said a few weeks ago that today would mark exactly six years of you working here... so I wanted to get you something to celebrate that..."

"Really? Well... I appreciate the thought, but you didn't have to get me anything."

You look down nervously and reluctantly hand him the wrapped up gift. He looks at it, wondering what it could be before he begins to unwrap it. His eyes widen once he sees what it is. A new mug with the words "The best bespectacled detective." It makes him chuckle a bit until he realizes that each letter is hand painted. You painstakingly hand painted every single letter on this mug for him. He's so overjoyed by the sheer thoughtfulness of the gift that before he can even realize and process what he's doing, he leans in close to your face and kisses your cheek.

"Thank you... God, I love you so much...."

"H-huh? Y-you love me...?"

He could feel his heart nearly stop, and his face heating up horribly as he realized what he had just done and said. He just told you that he loves you. He just stands there somewhat frozen in a panic. He can turn this around. He has to. He'll think of something to keep this from getting awkward.

But before he can utter a single potential excuse, you grab his collar suddenly and pull him into a proper and passionate kiss. He's so shocked that he feels as if he's going to faint. Until he finally snaps out of his flustered state and places one of his hands on the side of your face, carefully cradling it. While his other hand tangles itself in your hair. After a few more seconds, you both pull away for air. He gently caresses the side of your face as he stares lovingly and slightly dazed into your eyes.

"I'll take that to mean that you feel you feel the same way.... am I right?"

"Yes.... I love you too, Joseph. I have for a while now, but I've been so worried about messing everything up... so I thought it would be better if I didn't tell you..."

He lets out an amused chuckle as he kisses your cheek again quickly.

"That's funny.... because that's exactly what I was doing as well.... I guess we were both quite foolish in doing that... weren't we, my love...?"

"Yeah.... it was honestly quite ridiculous.... why did we have to overthink it so much?"

"I suppose we were both just too worried about being rejected....."

He holds you closely in his arms, resting his head on your shoulder as he sighs in contentment. After all this worrying... everything finally became the way he desperately desired. Just him and the love of his life in his arms.

[thecameronchronicles]

Guys My Age

TW: Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Being Sarah’s best friend has always meant Rafe saw you as off-limits…until you become too desperate to remain as anything but an object of his affection. 

*Based on the song ‘Guys My Age’ By Hey Violet

Even when you dated someone else, you always wanted his eyes on you. His hands. His lips. Even more so now since you were anybody's girlfriend anymore. There wasn't the guilt of kissing your boyfriend only to imagine your best friend's brother or the need to think of him just to get off in any capacity, alone or otherwise. And this was all because of a single moment you had shared that altered the platonic existence you both harbored until then. A single space threatened with romance and lust through a moment's gaze held too long, a dance too close, and a near brush of lips to which he played off as being too drunk. But it lived in your mind since its conception. Specifically the way his fingers were trained to your curves that made you feel perfectly desired yet somehow still in charge of how far things would go. And that was what enraged your libido to beckon him that much further. That dainty touch of kindness and veiled carnality had been more than the most lustful and passionate with anyone else. Anyone your age. And it was enough to risk your relationship with Sarah all to learn her brother's touch…

WORD COUNT: 3000

REQUESTED:

Anonymous asked:

omg i have an idea... could u do a smut based on the song "guys my age" where you're sarah's best friend and you're younger than rafe but u have the biggest crush on him and he likes u back...

*GOT A BIT CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS ONE….*

Guys My Age

"You seem different…" Rafe spoke as you walked into the kitchen, his body bent over the island as you made yourself at home opening the refrigerator and removing a cold bottle of water from the side door and setting it on the back of your neck, offering only a shrug as a response as you weren't quite sure how to respond to him. 

"Maybe it's because you don't have that one asshole hanging all over you…The one that smoked too much weed and never left his couch…"

"Maybe…" Your eyes lingered on his, a second too long to be just friends, but always interrupted with the reminder of Sarah’s presence keeping you in these confines. After all, you weren't some new friend from school. You had known her your entire life, which meant you also knew Rafe. When he had braces and before you wore bras, prior to adolescence and that which followed, always on opposite sides of taking that leap to keep complications from rising. And he could do that just as much as you would. At least you could until today. Something was different from the air to the way you were almost egging each other on, and you wanted to push him as far as he was willing to go. 

"Kelce is going to ask you out, you know. Top told me yesterday." The conversation did little to hold your attention as you were otherwise distracted by Rafe's eyes directed to you. The heat of want and the silence of need had been enough to make your lips fight a smirk as you were both well aware of one another and this game. But where he thought of the future and how it was possible he could see beneath that this little bikini teasing him so closely, you thought back to that night. The way his hands fell around your waist, the way he pulled you against him as the music muffled and all you found as a focus had been the synchronicity of your breaths. Overall, the way he made you feel like a woman for the first time in your life. 

"Can you help me?" You asked Rafe as you found him halfway between the kitchen and the pool, resting at the frame but prepared to move at your words. With Sarah having answered a call from Top, you were left alone to the sudden, exciting, but fleeting isolation you found yourselves within. 

"What happened with him?" He asked shamelessly. 

"Honestly?" You bit your bottom lip at how desperately the words teased your lips. You wanted to tell him how nobody got your panties wet like him, how you could only ever come when thinking about him, but you also didn't want to appear desperate or embarrassed yourself it was unrequited. So you would tease this. 

"All he ever wanted was to go down…he didn't know how to touch me…and his friends were always around…" 

"Oh…" He didn't seem surprised by your words so much as the fact that you said them. But his body had relaxed behind you as he straddled the lounge chair and ran the sunscreen lotion beyond your shoulders and down your arms, finalizing on your parted thighs. 

"Was he any good?" You didn't hesitate before shaking your head. 

"You know I'd treat you right…" Those sweet circles on your thigh were now inching higher until his middle finger was at your clit, rubbing over the fabric or your suit as you bit the inside of your lips closed. 

"I would make you tremble before even touching you…tell you how beautiful you were…" His lips came to a rest on your shoulder, a soft kiss to your exposed skin, making your eyes close. 

"Tell you how I'd take care of you exactly how you wanted…"

"Rafe…" One of his hands moved upwards to your breast, teasing the hard nipple already at attention.

"Do you want that? Because I don't feel like guys your age know how to please you…and you know damn well I wouldn't stop until you were satisfied." You nodded. 

"Just say the word and I'll prove it-"

"Yes-" Before you could complete your response,  you were taken into the shed just beyond the pool. In the nick of time as Sarah returned, the door closed with your back pressed against it. 

"Anything you don't like before we start?" He asked, brushing a loose hair from your face, as you shook your head, desperate for his touch. 

"I just want to be all yours." Your words were everything he ever wanted to hear. He showed this in the way he would kiss you. Slow and steady with soft lips contradicting a curious tongue. 

"All mine means every part of you…as I want…" You nodded, eager, almost desperate, as he smirked. 

"We'll start slow…" He moved his hand slowly down your body and to your hips as he spoke, "But by the time you understand what you've gotten yourself into, I'll have had you in ways those boys couldn't imagine-"

"Yes…please…" 

"But we've gotta start slow…don't want to scare though, sweetheart-" But to this, you surprised him by moving onto your knees. He liked hid lips apart for only a moment before setting his palms on the door. 

"I can take it, Rafe…" You promised as you played with his belt until he was free enough to access before ultimately taking him to view. Even his cock seemed more mature, sleek in a way that was anything but in size, as he was solely intimidating. But lucky for him, all the guys leading up to him, which weren’t many, had all been practice for this moment. 

"I want those eyes to me then, baby….keep 'em on me while you choke, yeah?" You nodded, vulgarity altering any former kindness, aa he would wrap a hand to your hair as you took him almost gingerly behind your full lips. 

The second the warm recess of your throat was met, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Your ambition and enthusiasm was incomparable as it wasn't necessarily desperate, but it was eager. You knew exactly how to pump and twist, shift and pull, all while doing so in obeying those eyes locked to him. Even as they fluttered or teared, they had still managed to remain. 

He bowed against the door, mouth parted as only one one remained on the wall before him. 

"Keep taking me like that-shit!"

"Mmmm…" 

"Got such a pretty little mouth…look so good on your knees for me." He no longer cared to see those eyes. Instead, he wanted to feel your depth. Almost tethering you to the wall itself, you were taken in aggression as you were pinned between him and the door with only that grip tightening on your hair. 

"You're gonna take it all for a minute. Show me you're ready for someone like me, and I’ll give you all of me, okay?" You nodded, feeling him use you for his benefit. Eyes screwing shut as your nose came to tease his abdomen, you relaxed your throat, becoming more raw by the second, before ultimately being relieved of this pressure. 

"Fuck! You're so good with that pretty little mouth wrapped around me…For that, you've earned my cum in that tight little pussy, not down your throat like some whore…even though…" He brought you back to your feet and pulled you towards the table holding his father's tackle box. 

"Would be difficult to convince anyone else you weren’t…" He hesitated before using his body weight to get you against the ledge of the table. 

"Not that anyone else will ever get the fucking chance to know…" You couldn't fight the excitement across your face at the thought of wholly being his. Even if he wasn't the one to hold your virginity, you would give him everything else. 

"I have wanted this tight little body in my hands for so long…always teasing me…always so beautiful…" He kissed your neck before taking his grip to the backs of your thighs and hiking you onto the surface of the table at the center of the room as you gasped in amused surprise. 

"Bet nobody even knew how lucky they were…didn't know how to make you come by…." He pulled your Top loose in one effortless tug before taking the perfect breast at the rim of hid hand to lift it to his mouth. Tugging on the nipple, he teased it on that border between pleasure and pain before committing to sucking and licking as you mewled and basked beneath him. 

"Goddammit, how the fuck are you so soft?" He groaned. 

"Too soft. Almost untouched. Almost virginal…But I know for a fact with how you are on your knees that you aren't…But nobody has made you theirs fully have they?" You shook your head. 

"Skin should always be layered with marks and bruises…too beautiful to not have the accompaniments…But don't worry, I'll rectify it sweetheart…" Your eyes fought to roll as he pulled you tighter into him. 

"Gonna make you come in every fucking room of this house…got a lot of fantasies of both of ours to fullfill…but first, gotta get anyone else whose made you come out of that pretty little head-"

"Nobody has." You confessed as he pulled back in confusion. 

"What?"

"I've only ever been able to when thinking of you-" He suddenly retracted. His eyes, almost wide with anger, as his expression followed it tightness and surprise. 

"You…you mean mean tell me that you've let other guys fuck you and you thought about me? You've let them touch you and be inside of you and thought of me? Creamed for them when you wanted me?" He was now bent towards you, knuckles on either side of your legs as you nodded. 

"Bet you had to touch yourself just to feel something, hmm?" You nodded, "Well, now…" Your bikini bottoms were untied, a smirk of victory across his face once he realized just how wet you were for him. 

"All you have to do is ask…and I'll take care of you…"

"Please take care of me, Rafe…I want you-"

"How? How do you want me to make you come, baby?" He asked, a finger already penetrating you slowly, making a round to assess your feminine cavern, as you allowed your head to fall back in pleasure. 

"Rafe…"

"Bet nobody knew how to make you feel good this way?" 

You shook your head. 

"Nobody knew where to find-" Your hand suddenly wrapped around his wrist as he grinned wickedly back at you. 

"That spot…Oh yeah…that spot…"

"Oh my God…"

"Not even a toy can get it like me…isn't that right?" You nodded, mouth parting as he made you breathless at how that pull and pressure was deepened by a second finger. 

"Understand something right now. THIS body will be trained to mine. Yeah?"

"Please…Yours." Waa all you could manage as he quickened his fingers, bending and spreading them, before using his palm against your clitoral hood. 

"Yes….Ride my hand baby…let me know how they've let you down…how you know I can take care of you-"

"Rafe…"

"And keep saying my name as sweetly as that….yes…" He approved while marveling you beneath him. 

"Please…please…"

"Wanna come on my hand? Wanna make it nice and wet with all that cum all for me?" You nodded as he used his second hand harder in your hair. 

"You’ll get to... Those moans are making me so fucking hard I'm gonna come just hearing you come, so you get to choose baby…how do you want to come? Hmmm? Show me…" You pressed your hand to his chest and bent yourself over the table in a perfect angle as he cocked his jaw in disbelief. 

"I've always wanted it like this…" 

"Tell me. Tell me how you wanted it. I need to taste you…" He was lowered, eating you out from behind, tongue making lines between your folds, until he dedicated himself to that clit. 

"Taking me because you needed me this way….tearing my clothes off and just fucking me…"

"Hard?" He moaned against your skin as your fingers reached behind you and through his hair. 

"Yes!" 

"Fast?"

"No." He nodded into you. “You were passionate…”

"Then who am I to keep you waiting?" The presence of his cock between your folds would be only a tease before he would commit to the entrance of your sex itself. The second he would press that pressure inside of you, that line was crossed, those lines blurred, and you basked in it. 

"Shit, how the fuck are you so tight?!"

"F-for you…" You explained as he nodded. 

"Good girl. Telling me exactly what I want to hear…"

"I'm yours." He slapped your ass. 

"Mine to mark?"

"Yes!" 

“Mine to make tremble like this?” He asked, hand back to your clit as he brought you back into those familiar tremors. 

“Mine to fuck?”

“YES, Rafe!”

“Whenever?”

“Whenever.”

“Wherever?”

“Yours!” You validated in one final, desperate, breath, before he would pull you up to his chest. 

“I am going to make you come, but if you want to make me, it means you’re mine. Because I only come inside what’s mine…” You nodded, “That what you want?”

“PLEASE RAFE! I NEED IT!” You breathed desperately as he pulled the hand from your hair now around your neck for stability against his chest as his second sat along your hip and across the small space leding your sex, keeping you pinned. 

“Then make me come baby…open up that pussy for me and let me deep inside…let me feel what's all mine now…”

You nodded, relaxing as much as possible, but in doing so, feeling him take full advantage. Fingers in a slow increase to your clit and his thrusts increasing as he groaned and grunted into you had worked in a perfect symphony of pleasure and pain from need, edging, and withdrawal. 

“You wanna come?” He asked, breathless and domineering. 

“Please!”

“Beg one last time for me, sweetheart…” You obliged, doing so before he even needed to finish his request, all while you were left to bask in the way his touch knew your body forever this minute. His touch. His kiss. His breath. His body. Everything worked perfectly with yours as he taught and learned in the same degree, showcasing this in the intricate pull at your clit but the well versed tongue across your bottom lip as you moaned into his kiss. 

“Good girl, you know how to fucking take it, don’t you? You know how to make me come…you know JUST how to fuck me until I come…” He asked through clenched teeth as your body trembled to your release, his words too brazen to keep from spilling over your edge. 

“Your body was meant to be fucked by me, wasn’t it? Say it-” He ordered as you managed to choke out the words as you were taken to that high. But once feeling those walls clench around him, he thrusted harder and deeper, pulling one leg over the edge of the table to validate this, as you were taken back against him. 

“You’re gonna keep coming for me…keep fucking coming and screaming-” You couldn’t fight it even if you tried, your body bucking and shaking into tremors and shifts as you made it to the brim of another orgasm as he was on the edge of his first. 

“So fucking good, deserve all my cum…all this fucking cum for my girl, yeah?”

“YES…Yours.”

“Then take it all, baby…take it-’ He growled in finality, his load shooting deep inside of you as you were taken to that second, overstimulated, release, left trembling as he turned you to face him. 

“You even try to let anyoen else touch you and I’ll fucking kill ‘em…You’re mine now.” He gave a sweet kiss, contrasting his cruel words, as you nodded, watching him leave you in shredded innocence, to which you basked in knowing he finally made your greatest fantasy a reality. But you blushed in wondering how you were supposed to look him or Sarah in the eyes after this. 

Everything had changed…There was no going back…

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[internetgiraffekid1673]

Hey giraffe! Saw you reblogged the post about random asks to get to know you better, so I thought I’d ask ☺️ (if it’s too personal, I won’t be offended if you don’t want to answer): When did you realize you were ace/aro, and do you identify with any micro labels?

Thanks for asking! Not offensive at all!

First off, yeah, I do use microlabels. I'm sex-repulsed or apothisexual and romance-indifferent or icularomantic. That basically means I want absolutely nothing to do with sex and wouldn't touch it with a 39 and a half foot pole, but I'm chill with romance. I don't actively seek out a romantic relationship or anything, but I'm not upset or weirded out by the idea of being in a romantic relationship.

I realized I was ace and that I was aro sort of separately, and I don't think I really had a single "AHA!" moment for either.

The first time my orientation really even crossed my mind was my sophomore year of high school when a girl in my orchestra class pulled me aside randomly one day and asked what my sexuality was. I had never had a crush or any sort of feelings for anybody before, but I kind of just assumed it would come at some point. Before that moment, I would have just said I was straight, but something about how she asked the question made me pause and think about it. I eventually told her, "I don't know. I've never felt that way about anyone before."

It kind of went to the back of my mind until my junior year when I started watching Overly Sarcastic Productions on YouTube. One of the main content creators there, Red, is openly asexual. That was the first time I had ever heard the term or heard of someone else who'd never had those feelings, and I found I related to a lot of her experiences. I think, over the course of that year, I slowly started applying the "maybe I'm ace" mindset, and it really did fit. It felt right, and by my senior year, I was just like "yeah, I'm asexual."

The thing is, it wasn't really important enough for me at the time to go digging on everything that meant. I had a word to explain how I felt, and I didn't really feel the need for anything else at the time. It didn't help that my religion is queerphobic (I'm not. Most individuals I know are not, but the policies as a whole are, and it's a thing that drives us all crazy. You can find more information about it on the queerstake or tumblrstake tags). I lived in a very small rural town that was pretty much all that religion too, so between those two things, nobody really learned about queer stuff unless they were queer and went looking or had queer friends who talked about it. And since I wasn't super close with any other queer people at that point and didn't know much about the queer community in general, I wasn't really aware that aromanticism and asexuality were two separate things.

It wasn't until sometime in the summer after I graduated that I was made aware of the distinction. I didn't feel the outright repulsion to romance as I did sex, but I had also never felt romantic attraction and had no desire for a romantic relationship, so I wasn't really sure where I was with that. Like, I knew for sure I was ace, but I didn't know enough about the arospec to really know how I felt about identifying that way. So I adopted "grayromantic" for that period of time.

When I went to college, I suddenly met a LOT of queer people, and was online a lot more. This meant I had the opportunity to be in a community of aspecs for the first time, and I ended out finding a YouTube video that went over the intricacies over the arospec and some of it's microlabels. But I also wasn't out to anybody yet, so I felt like I could take my time coming up with a label that fit me better.

Finally, I got a roommate second semester who was bisexual and who I talked to a lot. Eventually, I had a conversation with her about my aromanticism, and she was like, "Honey, you've never had a fictional crush. You ARE aromantic." And I was like, "Huh. I guess you're right."

So I've been actively identifying as fully aroace for about 5 months now, which is also coincidentally when I started using Tumblr, but I actually just found my microlabels 10 days ago! I made a long rambling post (like I do) about how I experience love, and was given some suggestions by the lovely @aroacemagicstar! So all the thanks to them!

Again, thanks for asking me!

[kleenexwoman]

Ship it/Don't ship it:

Steve/Bucky

Steve/Tony

Steve/Peggy

Loki/Tony

Stucky

What made me ship it: Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan's longing glances and general chemistry. Before that, it was a side dirtybuthot ship. Taking away the inherent power imbalance really made it take off in general--people are very reluctant to ship hero/kid sidekick that openly right now--and it gave them a sense of shared history and interdependence that a Bucky who met Steve when he was bulked up wouldn't have.

What I like about it: I had a lot of crushes on my friends when I was a kid, and the idea that someone could have reciprocated that as deeply as Steve and Bucky is a nice one. It's really cozy to pair someone with their best friend growing up. And there's a lot to be said about someone who has seen you at your least appealing and still adores that version of you.

My unpopular opinion: Steve would never, ever have been the first one to make a move. He's aware that he's not a conventionally appealing partner, he sees Bucky as a brotherly type he has a guilty crush on, and he doesn't want to do the wrong thing and change things, so he's always going to repress the shit out of it until Bucky makes a clear move. I think Bucky's a lot more okay with his own feelings for Steve than Steve is with his feelings, and tbh I think Bucky sees Steve as a lot more--what are the kids calling it?--babygirl-coded. You know, when you want to act like you're someone's partner, but you're not actually together, so you just treat them kind of like it? And sometimes it can be toxic, or can be sweet and loving, depending on how self-aware you are and how well you deal with your feelings.

Steve/Tony

Why I got into it: It was one of the many, many ships surrounding Tony in the wake of the first wave of Marvel movies and before the Avengers movie. There wasn't that much good fic with Rhodey, I was the only person who liked Justin Hammer, everyone was writing Stony because they had been such good friends for so long in the comics. Nobody thought Joss was going to... Joss that.

What I like about it: JOSS WHEDON TOOK IT FROM ME. *deep breath* Okay. I like all the shit I liked before Avengers (2012) and their stupid bickering. I like the idea that Steve can help Tony get past his daddy issues by existing in the flesh as a person who stands in opposition to all the lies that Howard told Tony. And I like when Tony delights in introducing Steve to modernity and treats him to a lifestyle that boggles him. I like that they help each other heal from the past and understand the future. But I also like messy party monster Tony who can't keep it in his pants and enjoys going wild to relax and is one manic coke binge away from building a death ray, and I like clean-living, frugal Steve seeing the good in Tony past all of that.

My complicated opinion on it: My wife had this boyfriend who was a lapsed Catholic asshole. He had a lot of Catholic problems, like the whole guilt over feeling good about literally anything problem, and a stupidly rigid moral standard by which he would judge others without communicating it until he blew up about it, but he also had this whole transcendent artist's mystique that my wife really liked. He had a messiah complex, too. I mean, the people I know who thought, "Hmm, I wonder if I'm the second coming of Jesus", including myself, I could count on two hands. But this dude fucking externalized it, you know what I mean? And his girlfriend (not my wife, his live-in girlfriend) was this loud, sarcastic, ebullient bipolar alcoholic who was a lot of fun sometimes and just unstable as shit in general. She shipped Stony really hard and had framed pictures of Captain America and Iron Man as a diptych on her wall. It's hard for me not to think about them when I contemplate Stony long-term.

Steve and Peggy

1) I rarely ship the Hero and their Designated Love Interest. Often it doesn't matter, because the Love Interest is portrayed as episodic or incidental. It's really easy to ignore Napoleon Solo loving any girl, because they're all gone by the next episode. Peggy is not that. Peggy is a crucial part of Steve's MCU backstory. She shapes the world Steve wakes into. And he ultimately goes back to her at the end instead of staying with Bucky. I can't avoid Peggy and Steve; it is there, incontrovertible. I cannot discount it; I must ship around it, as it were.

2) Peggy is more than a person in Steve's mind. Peggy is The Girl Who Saw Him. She's like his mother, she's Not Like The Other Girls, she's Home and Country and Winged Victory and Steve's North Star--and oh fuck she's shooting at Steve because the blonde woman kissed him. Oof. I love that even Hayley Atwell figured they'd have massive house-shaking fights and Steve would have to leave to "go fishing" (this IS going to be something that happens in "Every Breath That I Held For You", btw). Likewise, Steve is Peggy's Ideal Man because to her, he is LITERALLY the Ideal Man. Because she's a crypto-fascist. I want them to be so, so unhappy together. I want Steve to feel trapped and to fuck other guys on the down-low and let Peggy whale on him for spilling her tea because he feels guilty for fucking the guys. Everyone assuming the fast-healing bruises are because he stopped a mugging. Y'know? Sometimes I really enjoy reading about people in terribly unhappy relationships, and I just like watching Captain America suffer in general. Endlessly, if possible.

With Bucky the suffering must have an end, and more intense suffering means I can imagine more intense comfort. But Cap must be tortured, mentally, emotionally, endlessly. It is a fight he can never win, the Captain, and the fact that he wins individual battles against foes only serves to obscure the reality of the endlessness of the oppressive systems that he labors inside of, that he ultimately defends. God, is that what they mean by "one must imagine Sisyphus happy"? Am I having a philosophical breakthrough here? I'm starting to understand why Batroc feels so sorry for Cap upon learning that they are but fictional.

3) There is a sense of symmetry to it, a feeling that Steve ended up right where he started. It's not, as the Russos intended, an evolution from selfless to selfish. Instead, it's the story of a person being taken from a body and a time that's small and slowly killing them, finding a new world, shaping that new world to fit them... And then coming right back home, better. It's Dorothy back from Oz, Sam back in the Shire. It feels like going back into the closet. It's a heterosexual narrative, upholding the status quo you escaped from. And there's a sense of meta-narrative closetedness about it because of the sudden change in the way the cast and crew addressed the Stucky vs. Peggy ships as Endgame approached, the storyline spurred on by Disney's corporate concerns.

Wanda is the vehicle by which this change occurs; the dreams she sends to each of the Avengers seems to not just spur their fears into action but also fundamentally change their priorities as people. Wanda, scarred by Tony's bombs, sends him back to his old coping mechanisms, which result in Ultron; Wanda, seeking comfort in the heteronormative sitcoms she watched, gives Steve a sense of longing for a heteronormative and idealized past. Wanda's magic comes from her emotions, from within, instead of Strange's technical and practiced magic--stripped of her science-fictional "probabililty-altering" backstory that made her unique in her original comic appearances, she's just another Disney magical girl, souring from sad princess to wicked witch. Shave your beards, move in on Main Street, learn to square dance, and wish upon a fucking star! Her mind-altering magic represents this algorithmic Disney influence, straightening out the gays and looping the war racketeers back into constant conflict. The Celluloid Closet meets Smedley Butler.

Anyway, I would ship it the normal way a little more if Peggy was actually Cynthia Glass, the Nazi spy, and she repented of her Nazi ways and then DIED about it.

Loki/Tony

Why I started shipping it: Peer pressure!Nah, just kidding, you convinced me :P

Why I like it: I love the idea that Tony thinks he's going to get into this complex, passionate battle of wits and hearts with a centuries-old being who can rival his intellect... and he's dating the developmental equivalent of a spoiled, brilliant, and rather bullied 19-year-old with Daddy issues. Loki can spend an entire month floating around in the pool drinking pina coladas and reading fluffy romance novels. He's not plotting anything, he's just chilling out.

Unpopular Opinion: I already said I like Tony best when he's a messy party monster trying to do good. I love the idea that he's trying to be responsible and clean up his life, but he's STILL dating a teenaged heir(ess) who nearly burns down the city with one good party. I like Loki when he's fucking around, too.

[quincyhorst]

Lance 💝

Shane 👗

Gareth 🖕

...First of all, thank you for sending this ask! 💖 REALLY improved an already stressful day for me ;v;

So, let's start! I'll reply to each emoji as best as I can. ~ Though be careful, it's been quite a long time since I've written in detail about Lance and Gareth's personalities, so there could be something I missed.

Lance: 💝 - A headcanon about their love language

If I had to describe Lance's LL, I think the best type that'd describe him for me (At least from what I have seen) would be Words of Affirmation. I think that if he were to have a crush/be attracted to someone, most of the time he'd have no issue approaching and flirting with them. Plus, he is very open with his thoughts as a whole: If he finds his crush beautiful or with any other quality he's fond of, he WILL say it out at any chance. He also likes doing physical gestures too, although only when things seem to go steady. But nonetheless, if you're dating him expect being hand-kissed at any chance.

A close second for his most common LL would be receiving gifts. Don't mind him, Lance has all the money in the world and wants to spend it on you (Be it flowers or jewelry). In fact, now onto an actual headcanon, it was during the FFI where he bought his first gift with romantic intentions; taking advantage he could finally talk with his crush without any intimidating adults (or little butler) around. He bought her a little KOQ emblem brooch... 🥺

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...Ok, I'll confess that when I first read the ask, I got confused with "Shane", given I had never written such a name before on this blog. But I soon realized it was Shine, so... Here you have. And if it wasn't him, then... Sorry! You can ask for another character in exchange. ;____;

Shine: 👗- A headcanon about their clothes

I'll be brief: Because his parents were constantly always working outside, Shine had barely any time to do clothes-shopping with them at all. So for the most part, his wardrobe is full of loosely picked clothes, leftover ones from his father's younger ages, OR, even some bought without even prior consultation. But being fair, not even he cares much about styles and all. What he values in clothing is actually texture and comfort, SPECIALLY considering his sensory issues.

Even as an adult, when he moved with grandma Sun he only brought with him a very limited number of clothes. Typically you'll see him on his most common look: puffy red jacket and grey baggy trousers. However in this life stage more choices of his do appear, such as him prefering to wear platform sneakers (Who knows why). If he has to buy new clothes, he'd rather go to a thrift store. Not only he likes what they sell, but he's also aware of the darker side of fast fashion and the ecological damage it causes. He is not supporting that industry at all!

...I'm aware that the ask game only said one (1) headcanon, but I'll add something extra here because I actually have a special HC for Shine when it comes to this specific topic:

On Sun's house there's many things she preserves from her past, and that includes clothes. Many decades might have passed, but her sundresses still look beautiful as ever, even to Shine himself. Keep this a secret between us, but when nobody is around he likes to try them out on himself. There isn't much to this at all; it's just simply something he enjoys doing. However, while he doesn't care about imposed genders on clothes, he's aware society still thinks otherwise. So for now, him wearing dresses is only something he'll keep to himself. And he isn't ready to share this with anyone else either :(

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Gareth:🖕 - A headcanon relating to anger

And finally... Remember when I wrote about how Gareth was pretty much forced to repress himself a lot? Yes, that includes many of his own emotions too, including anger; with the excuse that it looks "Impolite" on a butler. So yeah, he could hold the most intense wrath within him, and yet he'd still be forced to keep a numb face. Extremely damaging to his own mental health, unfortunately...

At school things are a bit more relaxed, so Gareth HAS some ways to express his anger if something or somebody is bothering him there. Best example is obviously aganist Lance, specially if he gets annoying with his "Lancelot kills Gareth" all over again. However, it is to clarify that when releasing it all, he'll mostly leash out, never going with any violence. Sucks, because there's many people that Gareth would like to fight, yet is aware of the family's reputation and how any action can ruin it all forever.

At least if you want something sligthly better, Gareth eventually manages to free his anger aganist the man that has forced to repress it. I won't be spoiling it much (?), BUT this is after the FFI, a time period when things around him started to get worse and worse; to a point where he just couldn't bottle it all up anymore.

...Regardless of how that specific scenario ended, it gradually led to a positive impact on his life; specially on his transition to adulthood. Around GO, I think the (former) butler would finally come on terms on his anger. He doesn't repress himself anymore and will express it when needed, but he still prefers to avoid extreme violence… Unless you threaten him or his spy partner, that's for sure.

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first of all i love ur pfp and tsd and PHEW- selfish indeed! Your writing is amazing so i hope you dont take this as a critique of that bc it's just the Characters i wanna gossip abt heheh. I'm the anon from waaaay back who was team dk and now ive decided....im team OC. maybe in the future when reader has a chance to properly look at dk then yes but hannie is NOT it for her oh my gooooood like i felt like i was rlly watching a drama like, jeonghan 😭 how did you make this poor girl suffer for 2 years bc of ur own complex. Reader wasn't faultless bc she did keep approaching and shoulve put her foot down sooner but tbh jh was too wishy washy with his actions and made it seem like he purposly was trying to go out of his way to hurt her and then oh a week later, he's in love???. I like the cheol part when he gave advice like cheol and jihoon were the MVPs along w chae but srsly. The cheol part gave us more insight into jeonghans side but bro just bc u have some deep hidden repressed feelings doesnt mean u get to treat oc like that thinking its cute. Tsundere is cute, straight up rudeness isn't. Cheol was so right when he put things from reader's perspective like how are u gonna treat reader like a bug for 2 years then turn around and say u love her. Noooooope, its a no from me 😭. I respect what jihoon said the most like reader can be persistent as much as jh wants to get his redemption. Reader hit the nail on the head when she said he doesnt love her, he only loved being pined after, because thats exactly what it is from her perspective because jeonghan seriouslyyyyy fucked up instead of being honest to his feelings or aware. At this point im so pissed off w jh (the fictional one hehe) and i just want reader to be happy. The friendship dynamics in this are the absolute fucking best !!!!!! Seriously the office culture and dynamics in this MADE the story and i lived for it. I just want reader to transfer and live her hot girl life while jeonghan pines and lives in a puddle of regret. He's gonna need to show a lot more sincerity. Right now he's just trying to prove himself, as jihoon said he's just trying to redeem himself by doing all these flashy things that are just making reader question him more and make her feel like shes being mocked. As cheol said, he needs to put himself in her shoes like the underdeveloped eq jh has in this 💀. Goes from i hate you to i love you in a week and wonders why his sincerity didn't reach. i sweaaaaar he frustrates me like nobody else ughhhh the way you made his flawed character was so good like u had me feeling so much anger over a fanfiction 😆. It balanced out so nicely like the cluesless jh and cheol who sees the bigger picture and wants his friends happiness and then reader who is passionate in her love and jihoon who is really mellow but sees everything for what it is. Then we got the trouble makers and office clows along with the dependable friends and bff hao. Hsjsjs soooo many good character, this was such a good cast!!!

I like healing loves and loves that complete you, jh feels more like a puppy crush that makes ur heart race, the kind love that breaks ur heart and u have to learn from- and thats ok! For example, she has a great attraction to jeonghan and went crazy when he wore the red top (goddamn i would too, that chic office wear????) Like jh excited her but a love like dk feels more like home, you know? What i would tell reader if i could is that life is sooo much more than that boy you think is ur first and last love. Sometimes what u really need is ur friends and to enjoy your youth bc this aint it and in my humble opinion jeonghan is not it for her. I know they'll end up together bc its a x jeonghan and this is a fictional world but i took this way too seriously bc i got invested LMAO. Felt like i was in the damn office with soonyoung fighting the copy machine and texting boo seungkwan from the rival office next door about all the drama just to hear his hot takes 😂 I wanna have a sad bitch party with reader and chae and just blast 'you're not sorry' by taylor and then bust her out in a hot outfit for a revenge type plot LMAOOOO the way im sucked into this fanfic you would not believe hahahha. Like reader shows up at the og office after her transfer looking like jeonghans dream girl and she gives him the same treatment he first gave her 😤 the reversallll!! Oh my god and she brought her new coworker, hottie kim mingyu who anyone can see from a mile away is a literal 😍 around her like theyre giving puppy gf x puppy bf and jeonghan is feeling the heat hehehe. As u can see im fucking delusional and ive continued this scenario like its my own life in my head for so many different scenarios LOL.

Thank u for writing and listening to my ramble<333

Gosh. First of all, ANON WE SERIOUSLY NEED TO TALK???? I really loved how you laid out your perspective about the storyline and the character, specially the protagonists.

I do get where your thoughts are coming from and tbh it's a real tough deal to make Jeonghan get his redemption arc coz redem. arcs have always been difficult.

And the way you continued the storyline after the part 2, it's so satisfying actually???

Thanks for dropping by and please keep rambling on me from time to time, I love it! 😂🫶