#not to put too fine a point on it but that’s what happened with the whole is Maria going to become a nun question tbh

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New season boring af pt2

Steddie | modern au | famous actor Steve Harrington | 4.9k | ao3

part one

“Are you talking with that guy again?” The sound of Robin’s voice startles Steve, who can only lock his phone and slip it into his pocket to hide it from her. He wasn’t even talking with Eddie, that’s the embarrassing part. He was looking at the pictures that he had shared with him over the months they have been talking.

“No,” Steve says, but he must not sound very convincing.

“Steve! I’ve told you he could be a weirdo, or a stalker!”

“And I’ve told you he is not a stalker, he was not that interested in me before we started texting. And he works in a record store all the way in Chicago. I’ve seen it.”

“Do you understand the concept of catfishes? He could still be a stalker.”

“Well that stalker has seen my dick, so” Steve shrugs.

“WHAT? You whore!” Robin shouts, Steve is very thankful that they are alone in the makeup trailer now. “When did this happen?”

Steve crosses his arms and grumbles, knowing what is coming. “A month ago?”

“A MONTH?”

“Yeah.” And what a fucking month it has been. Steve can still remember that first time in perfect detail. Steve had not expected Eddie’s picture. At all. He had been hoping for a reaction, that’s why he had chosen that movie, but Eddie had given him something much better. The sight of his tented pyjamas was only surpassed by the sight of his actual dick on the video call later.

Steve will admit – only to himself – that it was reckless and dangerous, but it was also the culmination of weeks of studying Eddie’s picture, of watching time and time again the little videos he posted in his close friends stories (the day Steve had been added to the list was another peak for him, as embarrassing as that is) playing guitar and dicking around with his friends (maybe he was the stalker of the two). It was Steve seeing how he affected the guy he had the hots for after months of being sexually frustrated with barely enough time to jack off between filming. Because of course Eddie wasn’t only funny and nice to talk to, he also had to be the hot friend of his group.

He had not been planning for that reaction, but he was not going to pass up that opportunity. Seeing the hand he had seen wrapped around guitar necks for so long wrapped around Eddie’s cock… Steve was never going to forget that sight.

“This is crazy, like, do you even know his name?” Robin interrupts his thoughts.

“Of course I do, he’s Eddie.” He’s always known his name, it’s in his profile.

“Surname?”

Steve pauses. “You don’t know the surname of all your friends.”

“I think in this case you should have asked, Steve.”

“Why can’t you trust me with this?”

“I just worry about you, and maybe I’m a bit sad that you didn’t tell me sooner.”

“I knew you would just nag me about it.”

“Hah! So you know what you did was wrong!”

“If you didn’t want this to happen then you shouldn’t have made me watch Notting Hill.”

“That’s different!”

“How.”

“Well, for one it’s a movie,” she says, putting up a finger. Steve rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hips. That’s pretty obvious. “Two!” Robin puts up another finger. “They met in real life, not the internet.”

“It was the 90s, of course they met in person. Are you saying that it would be fine if I went to Chicago and met him casually in his record store?”

“No, maybe, don’t try to distract me.”

“Keep your points coming, come on.”

“Three!” Another finger comes up. “Hugh Grant is... hot?”

Steve snorts. “Eddie is hot too.” They wouldn’t be having this conversation if he wasn’t. “And anyways, you are a lesbian, you have no opinion on this.” He waves it off with a hand.

“I still have eyes, and that’s what everyone says.”

“Not valid. Your arguments are not accepted, I know you don’t think Hugh Grant is hot.”

“But that’s not the point! Ugh, okay.” Robin pauses for a few seconds, but Steve knows she’s not finished talking. “So, he saw your dick, did you see his? Wait, no, don’t tell me details. A month ago? I still can’t believe it. Have you done that again?”

And there she is. Steve laughs. “Yes, we’ve done it again.”

****

Steve.hrrgtn: hey, just a quick question

Steve.hrrgtn: what’s your surname?

Batking: why? trying to steal it for yourself?

Steve’s heart should not skip like that from that line.

Steve.hrrgtn: just so I know who I should address the restraining order to when you finally try to murder me

Batking: fuck youve been talking with robin again?

Batking: its munson

Batking: edward munson

Batking: you need anything else? my social security number or something? Ill send you a picture of my drivers license

Steve.hrrgtn: I think I only need that for now, thank you for your cooperation

Batking: you better not be lying about the reason

Batking: if I catch you writing one mr and mr munson in your diary you will need the restraining order for real

Steve’s heart should NOT skip like that from that line.

****

Steve takes a picture on the mirror of the dressing room, stylists still all around him. Nobody pays attention to him, they are all too busy for that, packing up and chatting. Steve should be taking the graduation gown off so it can be packed up with everything else, just so they can go home earlier, but he had to take the picture first. He had taken pictures with the rest of the cast, sure, but this is different.

He is smiling, cap held in his hand.

Steve.hrrgtn: *picture attached*

Steve.hrrgtn: just graduated

He sends the message and moves to take the costume off and his own clothes back on. When he takes his phone back, there is a message already waiting for him. A smile makes its way to his face in a second.

Batking: at the grown age of 25, took you even longer than me and I did my senior year three times

Batking: congratu fucking lations

Steve.hrrgtn: you are an asshole

Steve.hrrgtn: but do you know what this means??

Steve moves around the room, thanking everyone. It takes him a while, so he is confused when an answer is not waiting for him when he looks back at his phone.

Steve.hrrgtn: Eddie?

Batking: *Screenshot of the I’M FREEEE!!!!!! WORST EXPERIENCE OF MY FUCKING LIFE meme*

Batking: this?

Batking: sorry sweetheart I was looking for the meme

Steve.hrrgtn: EXACTLY THAT

Steve.hrrgtn: not like the WORST because I met Robin here and all but FUCK YEAH it’s over

Batking: these four months of waiting for the torture to finish must have felt so long

Steve smiles, typing as he walks outside. They are having a wrap party later, so he needs to find Robin so they can get ready together.

Steve.hrrgtn: hmm not really

Steve.hrrgtn: I had someone sending me memes to entertain me that made the time fly

Batking: must be one hell of a lucky guy

Steve.hrrgtn: assuming genders now?

Batking: oh sorry, are you cheating on me with another meme provider? Am I not enough for you now? You looked for someone else to keep you company?

Steve knows this is just teasing, that Eddie doesn’t believe that. Still.

Steve.hrrgtn: nah

Steve.hrrgtn: just you

****

Batking: okay were you going to tell me your mother is a fucking coppola

Steve.hrrgtn: she is a very respected lady

Steve.hrrgtn: also barely a coppola

Batking: still a coppola

Batking: you are a nepo baby

Steve.hrrgtn: every day it amazes me how little you know about me

Batking: I like keeping you humble

Batking: my brain doesn’t understand that the steve from my phone is really the Steve Harrington on tv sometimes

Batking: so I try not to see stuff about you on the internet

Batking: feels weird

Batking: MY ROOMMATE ON THE OTHER HAND

Batking: he was reading your wikipedia page and your mothers name was in blue so he started following the lead

Eddie had told him once that he hadn’t told his friends about what they had going on, that they just wouldn’t believe him. That must have changed. It makes Steve feel giddy.

Steve.hrrgtn: aw you finally told your friends about me?

Batking: they said they are happy to feed my delusions

Steve.hrrgtn: lmao

Batking: anyway that’s not the point here

Steve.hrrgtn: whats the point?

Steve.hrrgtn: you already knew I was rich and famous

Batking: yeah but this feels different

Batking: you are a nepo baby its like I should hate you

Batking: but you are such a good guy

Batking: from a rich family, hot, nice, funny…

Batking: you cant have everything its unfair

The rich family part doesn’t really do anything for Steve. It’s just a fact. But Eddie complimenting his personality and appearance? That always works on Steve.

Steve.hrrgtn: is this a way to get me to call you?

Steve.hrrgtn: because in the words of a metalhead I know

Steve.hrrgtn: flattery works on me

Batking: it wasnt at first

Batking: but I wont say no to a call with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen

Steve lets out a huff. Eddie and him both know what he did there.

He taps the call icon.

****

Steve stands frozen in the middle of his living room, the smile that had been on his face now completely wiped off. For the first time since he started talking to Eddie, his heart has dropped to his gut at one of his messages.

He keeps his gaze on his phone, the screen staring back at him.

There is a screenshot of a picture of him and Nancy coming out of a restaurant at night. He has his arm wrapped around her shoulders. That was just last night, Nancy had been upset and he had been trying to shield her from the flashes. The picture is accompanied by the headline ‘Caught in the act! Steve Harrington back with ex?’. Eddie’s message is under it.

Batking: glad you are having fun now that filming has finished

It’s- not right. Steve knows Eddie’s snarky comments, knows the feel his teasing. This is not it.

Steve.hrrgtn: I thought you didn’t look for stuff about my private life on the internet?

It comes out as defensive, and Steve instantly regrets it, but it had been one of the things he liked about Eddie, how he learned about Steve from him and not from rumours and the internet.

Batking: turns out that talking to you makes it unavoidable

Of fucking course it does. Who was Steve kidding? He knew this was bound to happen, that the media was going to be a problem at some point. He tries not to blame it on Eddie.

Steve.hrrgtn: it’s not like that

Steve.hrrgtn: she’s just a friend

Steve.hrrgtn: she had a fight with her boyfriend and needed a bit of a pick me up

Batking: you don’t need to explain yourself to me

And that’s the thing, isn’t it? At the end of the day, they have not even met each other in person. That doesn’t make this feel right.

Steve tries to imagine how he would feel if he saw Eddie having dinner with an ex. He doesn’t like the feeling at all.

Steve.hrrgtn: I still want you to know

He needs him to know.

Batking: really steve it’s okay

Batking: I shouldnt have sent that

Batking: Im not sure why I did

Steve has an idea why he did, but he is not going to say it, too afraid of fucking everything up if he does.

Steve.hrrgtn: its okay

Steve.hrrgtn: you are giving me an excuse to bitch about the lack of privacy and how much I hate paps

Steve is sure Eddie is going to recognize it as what this is. A weak attempt at diffusing the tension. Steve hopes it works.

Batking: you know im always open to listen to you bitching about your lavish life

It’s still a bitchy comment, but Steve lets out a sigh of relief. He recognizes that heat.

****

Batking: holy shit steve

That’s the only message on Steve’s phone, it’s the only message from Eddie for a couple of hours. Steve very patiently (or not) waits for him to elaborate, growing more and more nervous when he doesn’t.

Steve.hrrgtn: Eddie? Did you get murdered?

Batking: sorry I texted you as soon as I got the call and then the guys came over and I got swept way

Steve.hrrgtn: that’s okay

Steve.hrrgtn: but what happened? Something good?

Steve really hopes it’s something good.

Batking: we got a gig

Batking: like an actual gig

Steve.hrrgtn: holy shit eddie!

Steve.hrrgtn: that’s amazing

Batking: can I call you?

He doesn’t need to ask, he knows that. They are way past the point of internet acquaintances or friends who sometimes jerk off together on the phone.

Steve hits the video call button, and Eddie answers almost immediately. He is walking away from the cacophony of his friends, a blush high on his cheeks and his hair a mess even as he tries to brush it down. He looks stupidly good.

“Jesus, you look great,” are the first words out of Eddie’s mouth.

Steve snorts, he had been lying on the couch thirty seconds ago. His hair is a mess, he hasn’t shaved in two days. He never lets anyone see him like this. Eddie is different.

“Shut up. You got a gig!”

“We got a gig!”

“How did it happen?”

“You know my friend Chrissy?” Eddie asks. He closes a door behind himself and the noise is now gone, they are alone. Steve nods. “She got a job at a venue that doubles as concert hall and club and they are doing a metal week or something like that. They are bringing some very cool groups from all around the country- I’m so excited to see some of them- but that’s not the point. They wanted to give an opportunity to a local band and that’s where we come in!”

“They gave it to you?”

“They said they really like our vibe.”

“Of course they do,” Steve says with a snort. If Steve didn’t know better, he would say that Eddie just came out of a movie set set in the 80s. Perfect vibe for a metal week.

“Don’t laugh!”

“I’m not laughing! You do have the vibe. Tell me more about it, when’s this happening?”

“It’s very short notice but-“

Steve listens as Eddie tells him all about it, with his excited gestures and the wide smile that splits his face. They talk until Eddie’s friends come to get him to go for celebratory drinks.

As soon as the call ends, Steve calls Robin.

“How do you feel about going to Chicago in two weeks?”

****

The venue is loud. It’s already full when Steve and Robin arrive, just a few minutes before the concert starts. It’s not big, Eddie had told Steve so, but it still has a proper stage, and actual, stablished groups have concerts here. It’s a big step from the bar where Eddie and his friends usually play to an audience more interested on their drinks and conversations than in listening to them. People had to pay for this, even if it was a ticket that included a drink or if it was included into the week pass.

Batking: we are about to come out and I’m nervous as fuck

Steve.hrrgtn: I thought everyone already knew you were gay?

Batking: shut up

Steve.hrrgtn: don’t be nervous

Steve.hrrgtn: I know you are going to be amazing

Batking: I wish you were here

Batking: its going to be the gig of the century

Okay so Steve has not told Eddie that he was coming to see him, so what? He really wanted to see him in his natural environment, just him, not influenced by the knowledge that Steve would be in the audience.

Steve.hrrgtn: I’m always with you

Batking: you know what I mean

Steve.hrrgtn: don’t worry about that

Steve.hrrgtn: you go give the best performance all these people have ever seen

They stay out of the dancefloor slash pit, up in the balcony next to the cloakroom. They have a great view of the stage and the only reason Steve can think for them being the only ones here is that it may not be allowed, but an employee starts walking towards them and just turns around when he takes a good look at them.

Batking: okay we are coming out now

Batking: ttyl <3

Steve.hrrgtn: <3

“It’s starting,” Steve tells Robin. Just a couple of seconds later the lights dim and four figures take up their positions at the stage.

When the music starts, it is loud.

Steve feels so fucking proud. He had seen videos of Eddie’s band performing at bars or jamming in the studio they rent, but they are not like this, they are nothing like this. It’s like they had been living in a cage and were now released in the wild. Steve was  fully prepared to lie to Eddie about what he thought of the concert. He has seen a lot of groups more experienced than Eddie’s that were not as good, that didn’t know how to hype up the audience like them, that weren’t so natural with it. Now, seeing Eddie on stage, he knows that he won’t have to lie about them being incredible.

Steve’s eyes can’t stray from Eddie. It’s like a magnet. Better than any video, better than any call. He can see the whole him, the way he moves, the way he smiles and his hair flows. The way his fingers move on the guitar. He can’t wait to be closer to him.

“Try not to ruin your underwear before you even meet him,” Robin yells into his ear. Steve pushes her away from him, but they are both laughing.

Steve has been wondering for days about how will Eddie react when he sees him for the first time. If it will be after the concert, when Steve inevitably makes his way to the green room, or if Eddie will be able to spot him in the audience. If maybe Steve will miss the moment Eddie’s eyes land on him.

The moment ends up being impossible to miss.

“Holy shit,” Eddie says into the microphone.

His eyes are focused on Steve, his mouth gaping. Steve laughs and waves to him and Eddie gives him a small wave in answer from the stage before his eyes jump back down to the audience.

“Holy shit you guys are great,” he tries to brush it off. “Keep the energy up for the next song!”

The concert continues, but now Steve catches Eddie’s eyes every few minutes, a smile coming to both their faces every time.

It’s not long before Eddie is speaking again.

“It is with great sadness that I must inform you that the next song is our last. Yes, yes, I know, very sad,” he says in response to the oohs from the audience. “I just wanted to take a minute to thank the organization for putting their trust on us and giving us this opportunity. Also to all of you good humans that decided to use your money to come see us, I expect your follows by tomorrow.” He starts playing, the others matching the rhythm. A repeating single note. “To all the metalheads and non-metalheads here,” he adds, louder, his gaze fixing on Steve. “I’m taking groupie applications. The requisites are: One! Be a male, sorry ladies. Two! Be 25 years old. Three! Have great hair. And four, have at least one teen choice award for best shirtless scene.” There are confused sounds from the audience, but Eddie is grinning and Steve is laughing. “Very easy to meet, the backstage door is impossible to miss.” He flicks his gaze to the side, and Steve follows it to see a door at the side of the balcony. He sends him a thumbs up. “Okay, lets rock this shit!”

The concert ends with a bang, and Steve and Robin scurry off to the backstage door before people start coming up to go out for a smoke, because not many people seem to be going home yet, the venue staying open as a bar. They don’t run into any problem because again, an employee takes one good look at their face and opens the staff only door for them. Steve has to admit that sometimes being  so famous has its perks.

The sound of the music gets muted the moment the door closes behind them. The corridor is long, but they only have to follow the shouts of exited boys.

Eddie is the first person Steve sees when they get to the green room. He is jumping up and down while hugging his friends and they all scream. Steve crosses his arms and leans on the doorframe with a grin, Robin next to him. Eddie must catch the movement with his side eye because he stops and turns to them with a grin.

“I told you you were going to do great,” Steve says as a greeting.

The other boys finally stop too, and Steve sees the confusion and disbelief down on their faces when they take them in.

“Eddie, tell me I’m not seeing your imaginary boyfriend,” one of them says.

“You are Gareth, aren’t you? The roommate,” Steve says, pointing at him while he walks over. “Eddie has told me about you.”

Gareth takes his hand with his mouth wide open and barely a coherent thought behind his eyes. Steve sees Eddie’s eyes land with a laser focus on their clasped hands.

“Can’t believe I owe Chrissy twenty,” another boy says with a groan. Jeff, Steve is pretty sure.

“You bet I was making it up?” Eddie asks, offended.

“I bet you were too deep into a parasocial relationship.”

“And I bet you were getting scammed by a catfish,” the other boy says.

Robin lets out a cackle.

“I told Steve the same thing!”

They start talking around them, but Steve doesn’t care. He is two steps away from Eddie, he can see the sweat from the concert glistening on his skin, the deep brown of his eyes staring into him. He needs to close that distance. Before he can take a step forward, Eddie speaks.

“Do you want to come out for some fresh air? There’s a fenced back area for deliveries, should be empty.”

Does Steve want to go with Eddie to a spot with just the two of them? Fuck yeah.

“Yes! The air is so stuffy here, I might die if I don’t come out for a few minutes,” Robin says.

Eddie moves his eyes from Steve to her, his smile turning awkward.

“Right, yeah. Guys, we are stepping out for a couple minutes, okay?” Eddie calls out, taking a leather jacket from the back of a chair. “Follow me.”

Steve’s gaze drops to Eddie’s ass when he walks past them and back into the corridor. Fuck. He needs to close that distance.

Eddie holds the door to the outside for them, gesturing for them to come out with his other hand. His fingers are twitching, his whole body is, for that matter. He’s nervous, Steve can tell.

The door closes with bang after them, and they stand in the dimly lit outside. Robin is talking, and Steve feels just a bit bad about how Eddie and him are very obviously not listening to her.

Eddie is fiddling with the zippers of his jacket, his eyes roaming Steve’s body and flicking to Robin for a second from time to time.

They stay like that for a couple of minutes before Eddie takes a pack of cigarettes from a pocket of his jacket.

“You smoke?” he asks Steve.

“I’m an actor,” Steve says as answer.

Eddie smiles and, before Steve can reach out to grab a cigarette, Eddie has grabbed two and put both in his mouth. He moves to put the pack back in his pocket before he seems to remember that they are not alone and offers it to Robin, but she declines and starts talking about how tobacco is bad for your lungs and teeth, actually.

Steve can only look as Eddie lights both of the cigarettes at the same time and offers one to him. He takes it, their fingers brushing and sending electricity all through Steve’s body, their eyes fixed on each other.

“Okay, this is too much, I’m going inside.” Robin says, both boys turn to her. There is a beat of silence, and Steve realises she was waiting for one of them to say something, but they are both too late. “Your friend Chrissy was at the bar, right? I’ll tell her to get me a drink, you boys just… do whatever, no rush. Just- be careful or whatever.”

They stare at the door until it closes, the bang the one thing that makes Steve snap back towards Eddie. The boy is taking a drag of his cigarette and Steve mirrors him.

“Sorry, I just-“ Eddie starts. He is flicking the barely there ash. Steve can guess he needed something to do with his hands more than a real smoke. “Part of my brain is still trying to keep up with the fact that you are actually here and real and not a creation of my imagination.”

“Why? You fantasize about me that much?”

“Oh, you have no idea sweetheart,” Eddie answers with a sly smile.

Fuck. Hearing that directly from Eddie, looking at his face while he says it with no phone screen separating them is making the metre between them feel unbearable.

“You know what they say, sometimes you need to touch to believe.”

Eddie chuckles. “I’m not sure that’s right.”

But he still takes a step forward and the next thing Steve knows is that Eddie has a hand cupping his face and their lips are squeezed together in a messy kiss. Steve barely has time to answer to the kiss, drop the cigarette and grab Eddie back before the guy is pushing away and putting a hand up between them.

“Sorry, I should have- very real by the way.” Eddie says, punctuating the last part with a wave of his hand. “Great advice there, I-“

He can’t say more, because now it’s Steve pulling him closer into a kiss. There is no interruption now so the kiss goes on, and on, and Steve makes Eddie open his mouth to kiss him deeper, pulls him closer to him. This is everything he had hoped for and more. Eddie matches him beat to beat.

They get lost into it, until some voices come from their side, and Eddie pushes him away against Steve’s protests. He doesn’t allow him to go too far, one of his hands holding Eddie’s face and the other his hip close to his.

“You want to wake up to some scandalous headlines?” Eddie asks with a smile.

“Maybe they will get the memo if they find me on my knees for a guy.”

“Getting ahead of ourselves here, Steve,” Eddie says, but Steve sees how his eyes darken.

“Sorry, did you have better plans for tonight?”

Eddie shakes his head, “nothing that could beat corrupting the golden boy.”

“You think our friends will forgive us if we just leave?”

“Jesus, I really hope they do, I’m not stepping back inside and getting distracted.”

Steve laughs and kisses Eddie again, just a short press of lips. “Lead the way then.”

****

Steve.hrrgtn

New instagram story

Image id: a group playing on a stage, the lights surround them, a sea of hands holding drinks and heads below. There is a caption on it

“The gig of the century”

@/corrodedcoffin

ClubHarrington: Steve Harrington just shared an Instagram story from a metal concert in Chicago.

        MrsHarrington: since when does steve like metal??

        Stevenation: omg!!! He’s in my city Whats he doing here!!!

        Stebitch: guys a friend of mine went to the concert and told me that the guitarist said he was taking groupie applications and started describing Steve when he listed the requirements

               + What???? That’s just creepy, I hope Steve gets away from that fast

               + omg!! Did anyone record it?? I need the video! I need to see Steve’s reaction to that!!

Stebitch: they are a very small band so no one was recording but I swear he did

               + do you guys think they are…. You know….

                       - Your mind

****

Steve walks back into the room with two glasses of water and kicks the door closed behind him. Eddie is still naked on the bed -Steve hasn’t put any clothes back on himself- and he is lying on his side, snickering while he looks at his phone. Steve stops, takes a second to admire Eddie’s naked back.

Steve’s phone pings on the nightstand. There’s only one person he has his sound on for.

“Did you seriously just send a meme to me?”

Eddie turns his face to look at him, “sorry, force of habit.”

Steve lets out a sigh and puts the glasses down on the nightstand. He gets on the bed and hugs Eddie from behind, hooking his chin on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Come on, show me what’s so funny you had to send me now.”

Eddie scrolls back up.

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a certain malfoy - bill weasley x malfoy!reader

summary: charlie can't wait to tell his mother about bill's encounter with you, and she reflects on you and bill's relationship when you were still students at hogwarts. wc: 1.6k+ pt.2 to "malfoy" "weasley"

Molly Weasley had been so busy worrying about her children and their friends after the Quidditch World Cup, that no one had even mentioned Bill’s romantic detour to their mother. Charlie Weasley, his older brother’s biggest pain in the ass, only mentioned it at breakfast one morning while Bill Weasley was still upstairs, barely awake.

With a mouth full of pancake, Charlie’s head snapped up, and he started chewing quicker so he could finally tell his mother “Mum, you won’t ever guess what happened to Bill at the cup!” Ginny almost laughed as a look of terror overtook the Weasley mother’s face, but Charlie shook his head as she asked “Is there an injury I’m not aware of?”

“No, no! Well, unless you consider hickeys injuries.” Ginny glanced to the side, lips quirking upwards as the twins cackled at Charlie’s comment. Molly flicked a kitchen towel towards her son as a threat, mumbling “Be nice. Wait! What did you say!?” Charlie wiped the corners of his mouth, enthralled in the attention the entire table was paying him.

“Bill had a little encounter with a certain Malfoy.” Ginny furrowed her eyebrows at her mother's gasp. It was award-winning. But Ginny didn't know what was so special about this certain Malfoy. Clearly, you'd slept with her oldest brother at the Quidditch world cup, but the history between you was a mystery to her. “They got together again!?” She whisper yelled, leaning in closer to Charlie. Ginny choked on her pancake. Again? Charlie nodded. “They were leaving the tent when we were going in. You should’ve seen the sight of them. It was like the old days.”

Ginny waited for her mother to reveal this new information, but it never came. Molly shook her head, a small smile on her lips as she remembered the days when you and Bill were unofficially dating, so much love and lust shared between you. Bill would come back home from ‘hang-outs’ with you, hickeys poorly concealed under his creased shirt, hair looking as though he had walked through a tornado. His lips would always be a darker shade of pink from the lipstick you wore that had stained his lips.

Charlie would tease Bill endlessly in front of their parents, who tried making up as many lies and excuses as he could to hide the fact that he had been having sex with someone. He never succeeded in convincing anyone. But neither Ginny or Ron knew this about their brother, shooting each other a confused look from across the table.

“Wait, so were they dating?” Asked Ron, words muffled as he chewed on a muffin. Ginny was grateful he asked before she would have to. “Oh yeah,” Started George, taking a sip of his juice. “For years.”

“Years!?” Ginny spat, feeling her eyes going wide with shock, bulging out of her face.

“Oh George, don’t spread rumours. No, sweetheart, they were never officially dating. But the signs were there. She came around often, and, well, a mother knows the signs.” Ginny's attention was caught by Harry's chuckle from where he sat next to Ron, shooting Hermione a pointed look. She turned red under his gaze. For some reason, Ginny turned red too. Her mother definitely knew about her crush on him, then.

Everyone’s heads snapped towards the stairs, where Bill’s loud footsteps were approaching. He was fixing the collar of his shirt to poke out of the top of his v-neck jumper he wore. “Does this look fine?” He panted, doing a spin in the dark jeans he wore, keeping his eyes trained on his family as he pulled his long coat over his outfit. Ginny grinned widely, putting her fork down and crossing her arms over her chest. Finally, she wouldn't be the one bugged by her brothers on relationship details.

“Where are you going dressed like that Billy boy?” Asked Charlie teasingly, leaning back in his chair. “Doesn’t matter.” He mumbled, and Ginny watched as he rushed to press a kiss on his mother’s cheek, then towards her. Ginny smiled proudly. “Have something to eat before you go, Bill.” Molly advised, a twinkle in her eye. She opted against adding ‘you’ll need the energy’.

She decided on acting clueless.

“I have breakfast plans.” He spoke, making it a point not to look at Charlie or the twins. Ginny scoffed, rolling her eyes, and she saw Bill's ears turn red when his eyes reached her. He looked away, meeting the knowing glances from his youngest brother and his friends. “And with whom might these plans be?” Pressed Ginny, finally speaking up. Bill groaned, looking at her in betrayal, turning around to face his mum again, but the question was answered for him.

The doorbell rang.

Bill’s eyes widened, and he rushed to the door, racing the three brothers who instantly hopped out of their chairs. Ginny's gaze followed the action, and she laughed quietly. Bill cursed Charlie for getting there first, swinging the door open. You stood with a bouquet of pink tulips in your hands, looking as classy as ever, and coincidentally, perfectly matching with Bill’s outfit. Ginny swallowed thickly. You were absolutely gorgeous. More so than on the night of the world cup. Perhaps it was because you weren't prancing around with your blood purist parents.

Charlie said your name slowly, leaning on the doorway. “Move out the way, Charlie!” Bill grumbled, pushing his younger brother aside. “You didn’t have to come.” He whispered, looking you up and down. God, you were beautiful.

“I know, but I wanted to give these to your mother.”

“My mo-no, it’s fine, we can-”

“Don’t be rude!” You scolded as you pushed past him and his three brothers. Ginny giggled, and her cheeks flushed as your eyes flitted over to hers briefly, a kind smile on your face.

“Have you even seen her since I’ve left?” You spun on your heels to look at the oldest Weasley, giving him your sassiest expression, eyebrows raised, an unimpressed gleam in your eyes. Your lips twitched up into a smirk.

“I had a conversation with her in a bookstore once, William. And it was lovely.”

You smiled a perfect grin when you turned back around, walking into the house and beelining straight to Mrs. Weasley, who was already making her way across the dining room to give you a big hug. “Oh, dear! It’s lovely to see you again!”

“You too, Molly. I remember you saying you liked tulips when we went to the farmer’s market together.” Ginny furrowed her eyebrows, picking up her fork again. She thought you hadn't seen Bill in years. But she had seen Bill’s eyes widen, so she assumed it was the case. You remembered that detail from when you went to the farmer’s market together in seventh year, Bill thought?

Ginny shot Ron an incredulous stare, and he returned it with a shrug of his shoulders, looking just as taken aback as her. Their mother never asked anyone to call her Molly, so the fact that you did was insane. How did you get her to like you so much?

“Have something to eat, dear.” Molly urged, gesturing to the table. “I’d love to, but Bill and I are having breakfast together.” Molly hummed, leaning on the wall. As you spun around, walking back towards Bill, the woman called your name. Your head snapped towards her, and you looked at her expectantly. Ginny's eyes travelled between the two women in the room, waiting for something to happen. “When Bill comes back home, I better not hear any of the ‘we’re just friends’ excuses, okay?”

And for the first time since they’d laid their eyes on you, Ginny Ron, Harry and Hermione all witnessed the embarrassed look on your face, mouth agape in shock at Mrs. Weasley’s words, blinking rapidly. Ron laughed and Ginny joined in, watching as Bill shot his mum a look, guiding you out the door by your shoulders. Ginny slumped down when the door had shut behind you, wanting to see more. On the other side of the wooden door, you cleared your throat uncomfortably. “I think that’s what we get for trying to be secretive before, huh?” Bill chuckled at your words, offering his hand for you to hold. You snaked your fingers into his, staring at where your skin touched.

“Yeah, maybe we can try again the proper way.”

“What, by having sex after seeing each other for the first time in, what, seven years?”

“No, by not trying to hide our relationship.”

“Let’s go on this ‘not-date’ before deciding if there is a relationship to begin with.”

“I’m moving back to England!” Bill’s words took you aback, and you froze on the Weasleys’ doorstep. The reason you two had broken up to begin with was because you knew long-distance would never work with you.

“You know, after this date, we can decide if we want to go on another one. And try again.” You swallowed thickly, pulling Bill closer to you by his jumper. Bill leaned down closer, connecting his lips to yours. You sighed in satisfaction, not letting him deepen the kiss before you pulled away.

“Well, my father will still never approve of you.”

Bill grinned. “What would our relationship even be if he did?”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing in amusement. “Whatever, Weasley. Take me to breakfast, you’ll need the energy to keep up with me when we go shopping.” Bill’s eyes widened and his jaw went slack. He had a brief flashback to a Hogsmeade trip in your last year at Hogwarts, when he had insisted for you to go with him instead of your friends. He promised he wouldn’t complain and would go into every store you wanted.

His feet were wrecked by the end of the trip.

“Shopping?” He echoed in horror.

You shrugged your shoulders. “And if you’re good, I might just take you back to mine. You’ll need energy for that too.”

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A good company

Bob/Sentry x Fem!reader

Summary: You're part of the Thunderbolts and have powers like Wanda's (I don't specify the color). You're very useful in battle, however, your lack of practice causes you to faint due to lack of energy. The team decides that it is best for you to stay in the tower.

Warnings: sexual tensión, fluff, descriptions of action scenes (fights, shooting, etc.), beta read, Bucky and the reader are very close (like siblings relationship), sfw

Once again, a complicated mission had emerged out of nowhere. Terrorists were threatening to blow up an office building near the area.

"Why does it always have to be bomb threats? How unoriginal." you said, sighing in annoyance.

Everyone was already in the living room adjusting their suits and preparing their weapons. In your case, you only needed your hands as weapons, so you simply put on your fingerless gloves. Bob, who was sitting in an armchair, got up to watch them prepare.

"For the same reason they always choose New York as a point of attack" Yelena said and everyone laughed softly.

Bucky asked if everyone was ready as he spun his metal arm back like a windmill. You rolled your eyes in amusement, knowing he did that just for attention since his arm was always perfectly fitted and hard to get out of place, unless, well, you're a man with the strength of thousands of suns, like Bob or rather Sentry. Anyway.

Everyone nodded confidently. We were about to leave when Bob approached us hesitantly. He seemed to want to say something, but he bit his tongue and simply said

"Good luck guys, and take care"

Everyone gave the brunette a sweet smile. Yelena cautiously approached him.

"Are you sure you'll be okay here? Anyway, you know we'll be back as soon as possible"

"Yeah, if they don't kill us in the middle" Walker exclaimed and you poked him in the rib which made him let out a small grunt.

Bob smiled shyly. "Yes, I know, I'll be fine. I just don't feel confident about going yet."

The blonde woman nodded with a half-smile and, after placing a hand on his shoulder, left the elevator followed by the others. Only you stayed behind to see Bob off. You trotted toward him, your ponytail swishing, and, standing on your toes, you wrapped your arms around his neck, almost knocking him off his feet.

Whenever you went out on a mission, you gave him a big bear hug in case you never saw him again. Being a superhero was dangerous, and you never knew what would happen to you. But you also wanted to comfort him and assure him that you would try to make it through safely and that you cared about him. Bob smiled warmly and hugged you back, returning the warmth of the hug.

"I promise you we'll be back soon and we'll be fine" Your voice sounded a little muffled as your face was close to the crook of his neck.

"I know you will"

"C'mon witch, it's time to go!" Bucky shouted, naming you with that affectionate nickname he gave you.

You quickly pulled away, to Bob's disappointment as he tried to hold you back a few seconds longer. You ran to the elevator, babbling apologies. Before the doors closed, you waved to Bob one last time, and he raised his hand with a smile.

Bob approached the large window sighing as minutes later he watched them leave in the ship through the skies, hoping they wouldn't take too long.

Once on the plane, everyone fastened their seatbelts. Yelena was driving, and Alexei was next to her. The others were in the back, and you were next to Bucky. You were admiring the scenery from the window when his voice brought you out of your trance.

"Do you think you'll be okay down there? That you'll be able to... handle it?"

You looked at him thoughtfully, knowing what he meant. On previous missions, you'd returned to the tower exhausted, with muscle aches and even on the verge of unconsciousness. Your magic was so powerful that sometimes you thought it couldn't fit inside your body, like a very small jar trying to fill it and not being able to.

"Yeah, I think so.." you answered not very sure

Bucky at your side frowned slightly. "We already told you not to overdo it, we can defend ourselves well."

"I know, I know! stop lecturing me"

Sometimes your friend seemed more like your father or your brother trying to lecture you on morals. He just sighed, and looked straight ahead. However, his words had become etched in your head and were hard to shake. You knew he was right, and you also knew that was the reason Bob looked so worried every time the group left, and so relieved when they returned almost intact.

You didn't have time to think about anything else because Alexei informed them they had arrived. While Yelena maneuvered and parked the ship, the others were already unbuckling their seatbelts to get out. The landscape was terrifying; there was smoke and dust that made you cough, people were running scared for cover, and men with guns were pointing at us to shoot. No matter how much you'd fought like this before, you never got used to the sight of your city in chaos.

"Okay, here's the plan: Alexei and John on the right, Y/n and Ava on the left, and you, Bucky, with me in front. Is that clear?"

"Clear as water!" exclaimed Red Guardian happily.

You were hesitant. "Wouldn't you rather I cover you?" You said to Yelena and Bucky.

"And who covers for me?" Ava said offended, looking at you.

Yelena closed her eyes, gathering patience. "Just stick to the plan, okay?" Then she looked at you softly. "We'll be fine. Just cover Ghost, alright?"

You nodded, unable to argue anything, just obey.

"WE ARE THE THUNDERBOLTS!" yell Alexei

"Don't use that name" Bucky made a face of disgust

"Yeah, it's awful" said Walker

The Russian girl rolled her eyes and separated from the group, pulling out her pistol and firing, followed by Bucky. The others went their separate ways, and you stuck close to Ava.

Two soldiers were shooting in your direction, so you quickly created a shield with magic, protecting you and Ava while she became intangible and passed through the men to attack them from behind. With quick movements of your fingers, you threw the soldiers away while orbs of colored light from your powers crossed the sky. You tried to be fast, but there were too many bullets and your arms were starting to tire. Everyone seemed to have everything under control when suddenly two cars exploded and flew towards Yelena and Bucky. He stood in front of the blonde and with his metal arm, stopped the car, which flew away, but he hadn't realized that another one was also heading towards them, so fast that Bucky couldn't stop it. Alarmed, you realized this; Ghost became visible at your side.

"Go, I can handle these" she said confidently

You nodded, thanking her with a look, and quickly ran in front of them. You raised your hands and stopped the car in its tracks, and with a gasp, you set it down on the ground. The overuse of your powers was already starting to take its toll on you; you could feel it; fatigue seemed to be overcoming you. You turned around with a tired smile. They, startled, just nodded. John, Ava, and Alexei had joined you.

"Are you okay, is everyone alright?" Yelena asked you and then looked at everyone

With your hands on your hips, you were about to answer yes when a second, even louder explosion sounded behind you. Everyone turned around in fear, watching as the tower of a building began to fall away, billowing out smoke as black as night. Debris fell, smashing cars and light poles.

"Shit..." Yelena sighed worry

"What the fuck John, didn't you tell us the bomb was inside the building?!" Ava yelled angrily.

"Oh I'm so sorry for being busy STOPPING SEVEN SOLDIERS"

Yelena's father raised his hands "HEY HEY ENOUGH, WE HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO FIGHT ABOUT NOW!"

"We have to get the people out. Now." The blonde said

Along with Bucky and the others, they began guiding people to safety. They had to move quickly before the building collapsed completely. They were less than halfway down when a noise made them look up. The top of the terrace had split in half and was falling at high speed along with another part of the tower. The group hurried people out and ran for cover, except for you.

"WAIT DON'T DO IT!" Bucky yelled

Too late. You had already positioned yourself beneath the large piece of rubble that was falling on you, and with the last of your strength, you raised your arms and, with your magic, stopped it before it fell. But you didn't count on the fact that it was much heavier than you could bear, and you began to pant as your knees buckled and your back arched. The few people left were already leaving. Your biceps began to tremble, and your face wrinkled with exertion. When you sensed there was no one left to get out, that's when your powers began to slowly fade from your fingers, and the piece of building fell near you, leaving a crater in the pavement but without hurting you or anyone else.

You lowered your arms as if they were made of rags and you wobbled slightly, trying to stand awkwardly. The group ran up to you, worried, asking if you were okay. You were short of breath and your body felt very fatigued. Before you could answer, your vision blurred and you fainted in Bucky's arms.

When they arrived at the tower, Bob was already standing by the window waiting for them. When he heard the elevator doors open, he smiled in relief, but his smile disappeared the moment he saw you unconscious in Bucky's arms.

"Wh- what happened?" he said a little scared

No one answered; they were too busy focusing all their attention on you. Bucky had placed you on a very large sofa that almost felt like a bed. Yelena realized that panic was threatening to take hold of Bob, so she put both hands on his shoulders.

"She's ok, she will be ok. She just drained her energy again because her powers"

He nodded in understanding, but a worried frown crossed his face as he looked at you. Bob stayed by your side as long as necessary. Several hours passed until you finally woke up. When you slowly opened your eyes, you saw the honeyed brown of his. He looked at you, still a little worried, wanting to make sure you were better.

"Bob?"

He held your hand gently and you smiled softly. Then, yawning, you stretched and slowly straightened up.

"Careful" he said

Yelena and Bucky entered the living room and when they saw you awake, a gesture of relief enveloped them.

"You're awake" Bucky said

"How long did I sleep?"

"About 6 hours"

Six hours, damn it. You'd never been unconscious for so long. You slowly sat up on the couch to avoid dizziness and headaches.

"Are you better now? You still remember everything?" Bob asked a bit worried

You smiled sweetly. "Yeah, I was trying to stop a building from falling down, and then poof! I fainted. Nothing new." You said ironically.

"Bob stayed by your side all this time, he even forgot to eat" Yelena said casually.

You looked at the brown-haired man, asking if it was true, and he said he wanted to make sure you weren't alone when you woke up. His words caused a divine warmth in your chest as you smiled widely.

. . . . . .

Days after that mission, they were called back for another emergency. You were already preparing to leave when Bucky stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. Your smile disappeared, and confusion appeared in your frown.

"Sorry y/n, not today"

"Not today what?"

"You can't come with us," Walker said.

You looked at everyone, surprised and a little hurt. Their serious faces showed a hint of concern for you, and you hated it. You hated that they gave you that look of pity as if you were a weak, scared rabbit unable to defend yourself.

"Excuse me? I think I heard wrong. Do you want me to stay here?"

"That's exactly what you heard and what you'll do, at least for today." Yelena took a step towards you.

Bob, who had been listening silently, approached you, fearing an argument. You felt your blood boiling with anger inside you.

"So you're going to get rid of me so easily? You're going to abandon me like that? And everyone's okay with it?" you said annoyed.

"We all think it's the best for you," said John.

"Oh cut the shit, Walker!"

He rolled his eyes, "I give up, you guys talk."

Yelena stood in front of you. "Y/N, listen, we care about your health and we care about you, and we can't risk what happened the other day happening again. You're putting yourself at risk, and at the same time, you're putting us at risk. That's why it's best you stay with Bob today."

Her tone was firm but persuasive. You knew she was right. You didn't want to hold the team back or inflict any harm on yourself. But you felt betrayed by her not warning you sooner. You could have at least come to an agreement.

"But-!" you tried to reply

"Please, Y/N, don't make it harder. You'll stay here, and that's the end of the discussion" she said authoritatively

Bob slowly approached and from behind placed a hand on your shoulder, you looked at him "I think they're right, we just want to take care of you"

You smiled sadly at him and then looked at the others "and what am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

"You can train in the room upstairs, you need to improve your endurance and strength so that this doesn't happen to you again." Bucky suggested

Everyone agreed and you had no choice but to nod reluctantly. When everyone left and it was just you and Bob, you sighed in annoyance, not because you were alone with Bob but because they had abandoned you even if it was for your own good.

You went to your room to change your clothes. A tank top and gym shorts would suffice. You went up to the training room, which was filled with punching bags and other gym equipment. You began to bandage your hands to avoid hurting yourself while muttering insults. You were still angry, and it showed in your fighting style. You let your anger guide your legs as you kicked the bag hard, snorting like a bull.

Your fists quickly stunk up the bag. The adrenaline was so high that you barely felt any pain in your knuckles. After a while, where you were already sweating slightly, you decided to rest. Suddenly, the helplessness of not being able to help and feeling limited and incapable by your powers filled your chest with guilt and poisonous anger, and you hit the bag again, this time with a grunt. At that moment, Bob was coming up the stairs and had frozen in the doorway, staring at you, not daring to enter. But you saw him.

"Uh so sorry, I just came to see if you needed anything"

He couldn't help but let his eyes flick down your bare thighs and back up to your face. You smiled amusedly and decided that maybe he could help you. You needed some hand-to-hand combat practice.

"Actually, now that you mention it, yes. Would you like to practice wrestling with me?"

He swallowed nervously. "Are you sure? Don't you want me to help you with anything else?"

"Very sure, come on." You approached and took his hands to bring him to the center of the room. He insisted, saying he didn't think it was a good idea since he didn't want to hurt you because sometimes he didn't have the strength to do it. You assured him that he could never hurt you.

"Don't worry, we'll start with something easy, and you don't need to change clothes, the ones you're wearing will be enough." You looked him up and down. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and gray jogging bottoms. Unconsciously, under your gaze, Bob felt vulnerable and blushed.

You both got into a fighting stance, one foot in front of the other, facing each other. You threw a punch in the air in front of his face, and he dodged it by ducking and going under your arm. He mimicked your punch, and you dodged his too. At first, the movements were slow, like a dance, but as you got used to it, the rhythm increased, and kicks were added.

You kicked at the side of his abdomen and he blocked it with his hands. Bob tried to throw a kick towards your face and you ducked to dodge it. Then you turned so that your back collided with his chest, so close you could feel his heart beating rapidly and you didn't know if it was from the exercise or from you. You took a few seconds to feel his body heat and his breath near your ear that sent delicious shivers down your spine. Until now he had only followed what you ordered him, imitating your movements like a mirror but with each step he gained more confidence in himself and when you landed a soft elbow in his abdomen, he put his arms on your chest and neck, without hurting you of course.

"Is this okay?" He asked

"Perfect" you smiled

You placed your hands on the sturdy forearm that was on your neck and felt his prominent veins. The other arm pressed chastely against your chest while your butt pressed against his hips, preventing you from moving. Not that it bothered you; you could stay like that for hours, and something told you that he preferred it that way too.

"Now I want you to try to take me down."

He blinked in confusion. "Wait, really? You sure?"

"Just do it, Bob"

He liked the way his name sounded from your mouth and tried to suppress a smile. Then, doing what you asked, he tried to pull you back gently, but you placed one foot back right between his legs and, twisting your torso, wrapped your arms around his and, with all your strength, you knocked him back, falling on top of him. Bob let out a grunt combined with a moan.

You put your hands on his chest and looked at him worriedly, maybe you were the one who had overdone it with force this time "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" you asked while you placed a lock of hair behind your ears.

He closed his eyes at the blow, his slightly pinched face looking cute to you. Strands of sweaty hair swirled around his forehead and you brushed them away. "Yeah, don't worry. You did great," he grinned.

Now he looked at you, your face was very close to his so he stopped to admire your curled eyelashes, your bright eyes and your rosy lips. Both of you were breathing heavily and your hot breaths mingled with each other. You noticed a heat in his chest where your hands were and your skin itself was slightly warming up where he held his hands on your waist, stabilizing you in place.

"Uhm, do you think it will take a while for the guys to arrive?" you asked.

Bob was about to answer that he hoped he could stay like this longer when he heard footsteps on the stairs. Before anyone could do anything, the entire group appeared at the entrance to the room like apparitions.

"What the hell is going on here?" Bucky asked, while Alexei laughed behind him.

You quickly broke away from Bob and in your haste you almost stepped on his crotch with your knee. When you both stood up blushing and panting silly excuses Yelena said

"We left you here with Bob to train, not to make out. Next time Ava stays with you." She left, rolling her eyes in disgust.

[gotaksboyfie]

Hiiii ! I LOVE your work o(^o^)o

Can i request a go hyuntak fluff

real or fake?

gif creds: @billornot

pairing go hyuntak x gn reader

summary baku and his big mouth leads people to believe you and hyuntak are dating after a small misunderstanding. for some reason, hyuntak doesn't want to deny it?

word count 1.3k

warnings/tags fluff, no angst

it starts with baku walking in at the worst time possible.

you and hyuntak were in the library. you were helping him study for his upcoming quiz (he really needs it) when you noticed something.. moving in his hair?

"gotak, stay still for a second." you mutter. eyeing you suspiciously, hyuntak freezes in place.

you scoot closer to hyuntak and search his scalp, was it a bug or just a trick of light? you tug on hyuntak's collar to bring him closer and he lets out a small yelp of surprise.

"ow-! what was that for?" he scowls, scooting his chair closer. you're too busy focusing on finding what the fuck was in hyuntak's hair to notice baku entering the library, somehow missing the sound of this thunder stomps coming towards you.

"yah, yah, yah—! reader!" hyuntak pats your hand repeatedly to try and warn you to let go, but you're locked in on his scalp. you finally pluck it out, and it turns out it was just a small piece of loose fabric. huh.

you glance up to see baku staring at the both of you. flicking his eyes around, his jaw drops further and further down. he brings a staggered hand to point between you and hyuntack.

you stare at him with a mild look of confusion. it's not uncommon for baku to freak like this but literally what is there to—oh. you're still gripping hyuntak by the collar of his hoodie, and the two of you are still leaned towards each other.

to any normal passerby, it looks like you guys were about 0.5 milliseconds away from making out in the library. you quickly let go and shove hyuntak far away from you, creating a bit of distance and making hyuntak fall to the ground.

the damage is already done, though.

baku sputters, "you.. you and gogo!? i knew it, i fucking knew it! gogo you fucker, how long were you going to keep this a secret?"

hyuntak is still recovering from tumbling to the floor after you shoved him, clambering back to his seat. "what are you talking ab-"

"wow.. it's fine gogo, i'll go give you guys some. room," baku speeds out of the library, and you could've sworn he winked at you before leaving. you blink hard once, twice, and then sigh. putting your head in your hands, you start complaining to hyuntak.

"he thinks we're dating. he's going to tell everyone, gotak."

"just let them."

you freeze and look up slowly, an exasperated expression on your face.

"you really want to fake date to our friends? we're not in a fanfic."

hyuntak grins, "it'd be funny, no?"

your heart flutters at the idea of dating (albeit fake) hyuntak, and you can't find it in yourself to say no.

"what the hell, sure," you roll your eyes as you start to pack up your materials, missing the way hyuntak's face lights up at your words.

walking side by side, you and hyuntak make it outside to see baku, juntae, and sieun waiting for you two (more for hyuntak, but you tag along anyways). baku is talking almost animatedly, and juntae is following along nodding to his words. sieun is.. sieun—he's just there.

"look! there they are," baku shouts "how could we have missed it the whole time?"

juntae gasps with his eyes wide with surprise, "oh! i see it now!"

you scoff and walk towards juntae's side and baku immediately wraps his arms around hyuntak's shoulders. the five of you start walking towards your houses.

"how long has it been going on for?" juntae asks, "and how did it happen?"

baku pipes up from your left, "my sweet, sweet juntae, you don't ask a new and fresh couple that. give it time to marinate, let the relationship soak in a few weeks," he starts making odd motions with his hands, to which you grimace and turn away, making eye contact with sieun.

sieun's eyes stare into your soul, all-seeing and all-knowing.. you shudder and turn away, slightly scared of him. he reminds you of an owl, just constantly peering at you unblinking.

"s-sorry reader and hyuntak!" juntae stammers, embarrassed.

"don't let this dumbass baku get to your brain, it's fine." hyuntak reassures juntae. throughout the whole time, hyuntak was awfully silent. this was out of character for him and you wondered why.

spotting your street around the corner, you head home after saying your bye's to everyone. as you got home and freshened up, you began texting hyuntak.

you: wtf are we supposed to do now

hyuntak: i'm gonna be the best fake boyfriend ever, just watch

you: i don't think theres much of a competition in that field..

hyuntak: what the hell does that mean

you: how many people are fake dating each other dumbo

hyuntak: errr

hyuntak: still, lets make it believable! we got this

you: sure.. whatever you want ig

hyuntak: i don't like your tone

you: im Sooo sorry. yes i am so excited to make our fake dating thing very believable.....

hyuntak: yay :)

you: anyways goodnight, go get some beauty sleep. god knows you need it

hyuntak: shut up

hyuntak: goodnight, reader❤️

you stare at hyuntak's last message for far longer than you'd like to admit before going to sleep.

waking up groggily, you mentally prepare yourself for whatever hyuntak has planned. knowing him, you'll be dragged right into it.

opening the door to your classroom, you lock eyes with your friends swarming your desk immediately. you feel their gaze burning into you as you slowly approached your desk, only to see a strawberry milk carton with a note attached to it.

for you - gogo ♡

you blinked as you processed what the note read, and sat down before grabbing it and stuffing it into your pocket.

"we all saw it," donghyuck says blandly. "no point in hiding it now."

closing your eyes, you mentally cursed hyuntak as you thought of an excuse to make. you took in a deep breath—it was too early in the morning for this.

"earth to reader? you gonna explain yourself or..." beomgyu taps on your desk with his knuckles, making you open your eyes.

"well.. you see—" the sound of the door opening cut you off as your homeroom teacher stepped in, and you smiled as your friends scattered off to go back to their seats. saved by the bell, you laugh to yourself.

by the time lunch rolls around, you dart off to find hyuntak and avoid your friends' pestering. spotting him at the lunch tables, you push baku over slightly and start to whisper in his hyuntak's ear.

"we need to talk, follow me."

unfortunately nothing can be kept under wraps with baku around. he starts cackling like a madman, "poor gotakie is getting scolded right now!"

you shut him up with a glare, and pull hyuntak to a secluded part of the school.

"if we're gonna.. do this, shouldn't we like," you pause as you glance up, meeting hyuntak's gaze. you cough and look away, turning slightly pink as you continue. "shouldn't we lay some ground rules so we can keep up a fake backstory?"

hyuntak nods, "i was thinking we should just say we started dating a week ago, which is why we never told anyone."

that sounds believable, you think to yourself. "if anyone asks, you confessed to me while we were studying, okay?" it was hyuntak's idea, so he should be the one to 'confess' first.

agreeing on other ideas, the bell rings and you guys leave for class. you looked back at hyuntak once, but you missed how hyuntak had looked back twice.

you manage to evade most of the questions thrown your way throughout the rest of the day. curse baku and his loud mouth, practically all of eunjang knew at this point. your phone buzzed when school ended, and it was a text from hyuntak.

hyuntak: let's go on a fake date today :) wanna get some tteokbokki?

you: sure, see you at the school gates

fake this, fake that, wasn't this pushing it a little too hard? any more and you might start believing hyuntak actually likes you. (please, something in you hopes. maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he actually did)

fin

a/n my tumblr crashed halfway through writing this and i lost most of the story bc i forgot to hit save. i'm so sorry for the long wait 💔 remember to save your drafts guys (μ_μ) alsooo small cameos as your friends hehe :3

will definitelt do a part 2 when i have the time but i just wanted to get this out because its been rotting away in my drafts 😔

[phantomwithbreakfast]

DANNYMAY DAY 13: Truth

Day 12 • Day 14

⟢ One day late. And now I’m running behind. But that’s totally fine. It’s fine, everything is just fine. (More under the cut)

Genre: Angst / Hurt / No Comfort • TW/CW: Betrayal — Emotional Distress — Implicit Trauma and Desperation • One-Shot • AU — OOC

The Truth Behind The Lie

Tue, May 13 at 5:31 pm TUCK:

Dude, u put it on ur snapchat story!

Tue, May 13 at 5:38 pm DANNY:

What r u talking about? Got no time, fightin’ Skulker atm. Didn’t u see my snap?

Tue, May 13 at 5:39 pm TUCK:

YOU! Phantom! On ur wrong Snapchat, man! Now’s everyone gunna know ur fucking Phantom.

Tue, May 13 at 6:12 pm DANNY:

No, I didn’t. I only sent it to you and Sam.

Tue, May 13 at 6:13 pm TUCK:

Too late now. It’s all over the news.

Tue, May 13 at 6:42 pm DANNY:

Stop making jokes, Tuck. U think it’s funny?

Tue, May 13 at 6:45 pm TUCK:

U think I’m joking? Check ur snapchat, dude.

Tue, May 13 at 6:52 pm DANNY:

I’m back home now. Gotta empty the thermos first.

Tue, May 13 at 6:53 pm TUCK:

Don’t go downstairs!

Tue, May 13 at 7:09 pm TUCK:

Aren’t u back yet?

Tue, May 13 at 7:17 pm TUCK:

Danny?

Tue, May 13 at 7:54 pm TUCK:

Danny???

Danny phased into his room like a gust of wind, panting. The glow peeled off his ghostly skin as he dropped the transformation and staggered forward, fingers numb, suit melting into cutton and denim.

Dammit. Sulker was getting better. Faster. More evolved equipment.

He fumbled for his phone, tugging it from his pocket with some slight trembling hands. The screen flashed Tucker’s name. Several New messages and missed calls.

He exhaled sharply through his nose as he answered Tucker’s message. Then—click. Back into the pocket. He didn’t even read the message that Tucker had sent him. Didn’t care. He needed to do first what had to be done.

They needed to stop calling or texting him mid-fight. If he really died, then fine—call. Whatever. But if he was fighting alone, then he was fighting alone.

A long exhaled, ragged sigh escaped his nostrils as he dragged a hand through his sweat-damp hair. Skulker fights were always a goddamn marathon. Draining. Brutal. But he could handle it—like always. Like he had to. The ghost had been hunting him again. No surprise. At this point, Danny had lost count of how many times Skulker had promised to mount his head on a walk like a trophy.

He wasn’t just a prey. He was the prize. The ultimate prize. A halfa. One-of-a-fucking-kind.

Danny let out a breathy laugh, the kind that tasted bitter on the way up. What the hell was even so fucking special about him anyway? Right. Nothing. He was just a normal human being with a heartbeat and a core that wouldn’t quit. Half-dead, half-alive. A boy who just happened to end up with ghost powers—and ectoplasm pulsing through his veins. All because he was stupid enough to step into that ghost portal. The same portal that tore a hole between the Ghost Zone and the human world. Great, fucking awesome. It was his fault that the town was haunted by ghosts, wasn’t it?

Sure, Vlad was a halfa too. Skulker knew that. Worked for him, even. But he didn’t chase Vlad. No—he wanted Danny. Only Danny.

There was something personal about it now. Like it wasn’t just the bounty anymore—it was the hunt. The thrill. The obsession.

Danny shook it off and opened his bedroom door, heading downstairs. Thermos gripped in one hand, he tossed it lightly in the air, catching it with the other in a lazy rhythm. Back and forth. A little victory dance. His lips pulled into a tight smile, and he started to whistle—off-key, carefree, like he hadn’t just been thrown through three brick walls.

Because today, again, he’d done it. Again. Safed the town. Survived. Over and over and over.

Truly, he was proud of himself.

But then—he froze. There, in the living room. His parents stood side by side like statues carved from fury. Arms crossed. Eyes cold. The TV in front of them flashed with the news channel.

Danny’s whistle died in his throat. He blinked, confused—but brushed it off, continuing toward the basement lab to empty the thermos. But a hand slammed down on his shoulder—tight, brutal. He flinched, turning just in time for the second hand to shove him hard onto the couch. His back hit the cushions awkwardly, limbs askew, thermos jamming painfully into his ribs before he clutched it tight against his chest. His eyes squeezed shut, breathing fast. That fucking hurt.

“Awch—geez, warning next time?” he snapped, his voice cracking, trying to play it off with a forced chuckle.

He ran a hand through his pitch black hair, trying to steady his nerves. But neither of his parents answered and the silence hit harder than the shove.

Then his dad ripped the thermos out of his hands and Danny gasped.

“He—hey! I was about to—I mean, you could’ve just asked…”

Still, nothing. Their eyes just drilled into him. Silent. Cold. And totally unreadable.

The TV continued to buzz softly behind them, replaying pixelated footage of him—Phantom, but it was fuzzy and distorted—but clear enough to see his face. He was the town hero. They played footage of him all the damn time fighting ghosts.

Ugh, he didn’t have time for these stupid games that his parents had in mind. He didn’t know what was going on and why they acted so strange like they were overshadowed by ghosts that wouldn’t talk. But no ghost sense went off—so that wasn’t it.

He was so damn tired—school, ghost fighting—and he still had homework to finish and that stupid math test to study for tomorrow. But if he wanted to become an astronaut, he needed to succeed high school first. His ultimate dream and goal.

“I—” he cleared his throat, sat up straighter. “I have homework and a math test tomorrow.”

No reaction.

His mouth was dry. He glanced between them again, confusing blooming into unease.

“Mom? Dad?” he asked.

Still. Nothing at all. They weren’t blinking. They weren’t moving. Was this like… like a staring contest or something?

Danny stood up, palms pressed to the cushions to push himself up. “Ugh, I don’t have time for this,” he muttered.

Right. He needed to check his stupid Snapchat, his phone in general. But as his hand slipped into his pocket, a sudden hiss sliced through the air. That sick, high-pitched whine that only one weapon in the house made. His spine stiffened as his head snapped up and saw his mom was aiming an ecto-gun straight at him. Perfectly still, safety off. The fuck? Now what?

“Whoa! He—hey. Uhh—hold on there—”Danny swallowed hard, a nervous laugh escaping as he slowly raised his hands beside his head. “What the hell?!”

He tried to laugh again. It came hoarse. Shaky.

“I—this… this is a joke, right?”

His mother didn’t laugh. His dad didn’t blink.

“You,” she said. “Sit down. Now.” Her voice—it wasn’t his mom’s voice. Not really. It was clinical. Hollow.

Danny sank down slowly back on the couch, limbs trembling, every cell screaming that this was wrongwrongwrong and he didn’t know what the fuck was happening and this was, oh god. What did he do that his mom needed to point a fucking ecto-gun toward his fucking head?

The silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating. Danny couldn’t help the nervous tremble that crept through him. Slowly, he lowered his hands and rested them on his lap as his fingers began to twitch.

He couldn’t think of anything he’d done wrong. Nothing. Not at school. Not at home. Had he forgotten a chore? Missed curfew? Failed to clean the lab? Something? Anything? This whole situation felt off. Unsettling. And Jazz wasn’t home—she was off at college, studying Psychology. Living her dream. Excelling at it, because of course she was. She was the favorite. Always had been. Always would be. Why the hell was he even thinking about her right now? Did he want her here? Did he need her? No. No. Screw that. He just turned eighteen last month. He didn’t need his big sister to hold his hand. He was the protector of Amity Park. He was the one fighting back against the evil ghosts. He was Danny fucking Phantom.

And then—the doorbell rang, sharp and sudden, yanking him out of his spiraling thoughts.

His father moved. Like a puppet on a string, he walked to the front door and opened it.

Crash. Boots. Voices. White. So much white.

A dozen Guys in White agents swarmed into the house, weapons drawn. A blue glow filled the room.

Danny stood up, panicked.

“Wait—wait—what is this?”

His eyes flickered back and forth between the Guys in White and his parents.

One of the agents stepped forward—mechanical, cold and so… brutal. Black gloves flexing at his sides. Those gloves. The same kind that had grabbed screaming ghosts by the throat. The same kind that left bruises. That strapped everything that didn’t belong in the terrestrial world down. That hurt. And now, from his belt, the agent pulled out glowing blue cuffs—humming with anti-ecto-energy, crackling faintly like they already knew his name.

“You have the right to remain corporeal,” the agent said flatly. “Anything you phase through, overshadow, or ecto-manipulate can and will be used against you in a federal containment court.”

Danny’s blood ran cold—literally. A chill shot down his spine, fingers tingling with ice, like frost spreading beneath his skin. His nerves lit up, sparking panic through every pore, each breath tighter than the last.

“Wha—no! No. I’m—I’m a human being!” Danny yelled, his eyes darting towards his mother, then his father. “I’m your son. I’m not—I’m not a ghost.”

It was the safest thing he could say right now. But—how did they know? How? Why? Why did they think he was a ghost? It’s not like he was stupid. Not like he was careless. He never transformed where it wasn’t safe. Right? He was so damn careful. Always. Every time. So—how? Why?

But his mother’s grip only tightened on the ecto-gun. And his father didn’t even look guilty. It was like they were proud. Like this was what they were meant to do.

“Mom… Dad… Please.” Danny’s voice cracked, trembling. His eyes stung—burning at the edges with that telltale pressure behind them. He blinked rapidly, but the tears were already forming, clouding his vision.

“You are not my son.” His mother spoke. Cold. Final. The words hit harder than any ghost blast.

Three agents moved in—one with the glowing cuffs, two others flanking him like white shadows. Their movements were practiced. Unfeeling. Predatory. Hands reached for him.

“No—wait!” Danny screamed, stumbling back, jerking away as his back collided against the far wall. His eyes flicked between them, wide, wild, desperate. His heart pounded like a war drum. “I—I am your son! Why would you—why would you even think that?!”

“Entity identified. Ghost-type signature confirmed. Danger level seven. We’ve seen the footage—social media tags. Civilian reports. You carry Phantom’s ecto-frequency. That’s enough.” He advanced, slow and steady, holding the cuffs like a noose.

“I’m not—” Danny’s voice broke into a whisper.

“Save it, ghost scum.” His father’s voice cut in, loud and unforgiving. Danny snapped his gaze toward him. Jack’s face was twisted in something like satisfaction—righteous fury burning in his eyes. “I may not be a teenager anymore,” he said with a mocking laugh, “but I know damn well how Snapchat works. Phantom—you—posted a selfie. On our son’s profile. We didn’t need to look any further.”

Danny’s stomach dropped. Oh, god. He didn’t think—he didn’t notice—

“You possessed my son.” His mother’s voice broke through, trembling now, but still firm. Still armed. Her finger tightened on the trigger. The ecto-gun never wavered. A sniff. A crack in her voice. But not in her aim.

Danny shook his head, tears slipping free now, sliding down his cheeks in silence.

No. No. Tucker was right. Oh, god. Tucker wasn’t fucking joking.

“Comply, or we’ll be forced to initiate extraction by force,” the agent with the cuffs warned. Protocol, not mercy.

To them, he was just a ghost. Not their son. Not human. Not Danny. Not their Danny. Just a threat. Just a target. Just a hostile entity to be captured and contained. But—he was human. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he standing right there—shaking, breathless, skin flushed with fear? There was no glow. No white hair. No echo in his voice. But none of that mattered, did it?

His heart was pounding. His palms were sweating.

They saw what they wanted to see—an enemy. A thing. He wasn’t their boy anymore. Just… it. They didn’t see the raw exhaustion in his eyes. Not the flesh and blood standing in front of them. All they saw was the thing he turned into. The thing he was. A ghost. An intruder in their home. A fucking lie.

His throat tightened, a bitter taste rising as his stomach twisted into knots.

This wasn’t a mistake. It wasn’t a misread signal or a moment of confusion. It was a damn choice. They chose not to see him. They chose to believe he was the enemy—no, is the enemy. The thing they fear. This wasn’t just bad. This was betrayal. This was a verdict. And to them… he’d already been sentenced.

They were closing in and Danny’s breath hitched, chest heaved. There was no escape. There was—there was no fucking escape.

He was cornered.

His body trembled, instinct roaring louder than thought.

Fight or flight. And by that, flight won.

A surge of power pulsed from deep within his core—two white halos snapped around his waist, one rising, one falling, engulfing him in light. In an instant, his hair blazed pearl white, his clothes twisting into black and white as he transformed into Phantom.

Before he could react, he vanished—intangible, his legs fading into a ghostly wail. He shot upward, phasing through the ceiling, through the roof, bursting into the cold night air with a scream caught in his throat.

He shot into the sky, a streak of light against the dark, and let his intangibility drop as he climbed higher—higher—lungs burning, vision blurring. But then—helicopters. Jets. They swarmed in like vultures. From above, below, left, right—shouting commands through static-filled speakers—

“Surrender now, Phantom! Don’t make this a chase!”

“You’re surrounded!”

“This is your last warning!”

Danny panicked. His chest tightened, his core purring with adrenaline. It didn’t matter what they said—he was already trapped.

He dove back down toward the earth, wind ripping past his ears—only to be greeted by a sea of white vans, blocking every street, flashing lights blinding him.

No. No. No. why do they even want him? Why the fuck did he transform in front of—in front of everyone? His parents. Fuck. He fucked it up. There was no way back now.

He didn’t have time to think. He turned. Bolted. Faster. Harder. But every corner—every alley—every rooftop—they were there. GiW agents popping out like ghosts themselves, guns raised, ready to fire.

And god… he was so tired.

He’d already been exhausted before any of this even started. This chase wasn’t just cruel—it was breaking him. He couldn’t go invisible—they’d still track his ecto-signature. He couldn’t hide. There was no way out. No one to turn to. No where to go.

The Ghost Zone.

But that meant… going back to FentonWorks. Back to the house. Back to them.

Vlad’s portal was too far. And he was too weak. His limbs ached. His core felt like it was bursting out of his chest. FentonWorks was the best option. It had to be. Even if it meant flying straight back into the lion’s den. Even if his parents were waiting with weapons drawn. Because at least there—he knew the layout. He knew the back routes, the vents, the blind spots.

It was dangerous. Maybe even… suicidal. But… he couldn’t die. Because ghosts were technically already dead. Right?

But it was the only shot he had.

And right now?

That was enough.

⟢ And I’m gunna end it hereee. Or else I wasn’t gunna stop. And now I want to write it into a real phic—but with more details and stuff, of course. And now I’m disappointed that I didn’t use something like this for a ‘reveal the truth’ kinda thing in my other phicccc. Dammit. Did I lose footage because of whatever happened all of sudden? Yes. Fucking bummer. But yeah. It is what it is… It also wasn’t the plan to write this much. But her’ we are!

[worriedvision]

He forgets your anniversary - Ifa

Gender neutral reader, basically Ifa being stupid. They are married. Happy ending kind of, just sth I thought up. The movie mentioned was one I made up inmy head, but it's p obvious why

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"Morning babe!" You cheer out to Ifa, who kisses you on the cheek. He seems very excited, which makes you worry that he's found out the plans you've set for your anniversary. "Guess what day it is today!"

"Movie night with Ororon! Ah, it feels like months since I last saw him..." Ifa sighs out, hands on his hips. "Oh, could you make those really nice fruit snacks for us? Those really juicy ones that have a nice bit of freshness to them?"

You blink awkwardly before nodding. He gives you a quick 'thanks bro' before heading out to do his work for the day.

Looking at the plans you had for the day - you got reservations, a really nice outfit and you even cooked a really nice breakfast you hoped to sit down and have with him in addition to some gifts for him.

But nope, he didn't even acknowledge the breakfast that you had plated up. You decide to call in a nearby neighbour for breakfast, claiming you simply made too much for yourself.

You make the fruit snacks your husband wanted - there were times that you thought he wasn't a fully grown adult and this was a golden example of one time you did. You figured knowing him, he would run over to Ororons place for movie night before even thinking of his request.

Ororon looked visibly confused when you had arrived with Ifas snacks, even more so when you say it's for movie night.

"Isn't Ifa going to be hangjng out with you tonight? Isn't it your anniversary today?"

My God, even Ororon knew what day it was. Ororon!

"Well, he was really excited about movie night with you." You shakily let out. "I'm fine."

"Bro, you look constipated. You don't look fine." Ororon points out.

"I...I just put too much expectation into today's date. I'll know for next time that it's just another day." You smile, your mouth shaking, but you somehow keep any tears in. "Well, enjoy the movie tonight." You run away in a desperate effort to get home to mope around.

--

"Bro, what movie have you chosen for tonight?" Ifa cheers, putting Ororon into a headlock.

"How about 'How to forget a date'?" Ororon hums out.

When Ifa goes 'sure', Ororon still doesn't get how stupid his friend was being at this moment.

The entire movie was about a couple who were having relationship issues - notably, one person who keeps forgetting dates to the point the other person is shown to have decreased self-esteem, and ultimately ends in the pair breaking up. The person who forgot important dates happens to find out the other person did eventually find someone else - basically exactly like him personality wise, the sole difference being the fact this guy remembered dates. The character wakes up (yes, it was ALL a dream), and they land up saving the relationship that they let dwindle on time.

Ifa watches, eating the fruit snacks, while Ororon is uncharacteristically quiet, staring at him.

"Bro, this is your movie choice." Ifa chuckles. "Why are you stating at-"

"It's your one year anniversary with your spouse, Ifa. I hoped the movie title would have knocked some sense into you." Ororon crosses his arms, the dawning realisation hitting Ifa.

At first, Ifa was about to say it wasn't today, and he even pulls out his calendar to prove it, only to have his face fall when he realises.

Yes, that was today.

"Dude..." Ororon huffs. "What are you gonna do?"

"I'll look for -"

"IFA! How could you forget the day you got married?" Citlali yells. "I had to sit with your spouse to reassure them that you were being an idiot. They gave their reservation up for a couple after you didnt show up."

"Granny,"

"You better run off and figure out a way to properly apologise to the person you allegedly love. Or else, maybe Ororon could be your placeholder, since even he knew about the anniversary."

Ifa doesn't dare overstay his welcome, running with no exact plan.

He does land up getting a beautiful bouquet, and some really nice chocolates, but he knew that was not going to be enough after he told you he was looking forward to watching a movie instead of being available for your anniversary. Maybe he could use his name to get a good reservation with a wonderful view, and he could see about being your maid for the day - doing whatever you wanted.

When he approaches the house you both lived in, he knocks lightly before entering. It was midnight, so he was technically too late anyway, but he still tries.

"Babe?" Ifa calls out lightly. He notices your figure sitting, eating to get over how much you had drank with Citlali, and he hears your soft sobs.

"I'm an idiot, I know." Ifa sighs, quietly closing the door behind him. "I completely forgot, I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's just not an important day. It's childish for me to not be able to get over it."

Ifa pulls you in, which you surprisingly don't fight but that's possibly because a hug from anyone would be good.

"Babe, I'll find a way to make it up to you I promise. I'll do whatever you want this week. I'll do some nice surprises for you." Ifa speaks, hoping to keep any dates he does find a secret so he can tell you to wear something nice.

"You're so fucking stupid." You cry into his chest.

"Yes I am. I heard as much from Ororon." Ifa sighs, kissing the top of your forehead.

"Just hold me tonight." You mumble into your husband. "I just need some reassurance you won't leave me for someone else."

That, Ifa would gladly do.

[lovesoakedd]

went to my first queer event (other than dyke and pride march) in like... two years? and it was SO good oh my god. it was basically a carabiner event when you could make keychains and such. and as soon as I got there, I spotted another girl who was alone, and once we realized we both came by ourselves, we sat together and yapped for the entire event :""") and we agreed to go to future events together EEEEKKKK

[eightspringdays]

You know what has always seemed funny to me is that Mello has some kind of relation with fire (the explosion and then the fire in his death), and at the same time, his real name is the same one of the arcangel known for having a flaming sword (even tho never stated in the bible but he's represented with one in almost everywhere for interesting reasons but no one gives a shit about that)

which i totally think is a stretch of my part because based on platinum end, ohba's vision of religion is almost the equivalent to the opinion of a 15 yo edgy incel that likes reddit too much

but still funny to me. it's also funny considering the name literally means "who is like god?" because, technically speaking, michael will never be like god, he's the protector and fighter. his name is almost the statement "no one will be like god" which I think is funny considering that the one who tried to be like god was cast out to hell, like u know, the good-looking angel that in some depictions is actually a very manipulative entity that convinces some angels to get into his side and fight with him and was defeated by this said arcangel

that's very funny to me

[connormoving]

like i wouldnt mind like. Not having new linear games post 5 its judt that sims 4 wasnt even supposed to Be The Sims 4 it was a last minute pivot and the base code is so outdated and was broken On launch so like. i just wish we could have the final actual sims game be like. one that was always intented to be a major sims release AND be intended to be so long term . yk

[sysig]

Always rejecting intimacy <<|?? (Patreon)

[itspileofgoodthings]

also I had a breakthrough today that I had in fact overthought a Specific Problem to Death and that I had created a monster in my own mind and that’s why it felt like I was being eaten alive every time I tried to solve it.

[mylove-thresher]

the girl corner

[lapdogchase]

i really dont understand studying at all like genuinely i don't know what it is . i know about "taking notes" and "reading the textbook" and that's it . quizlet doesn't do shit for me because i don't know what to. do. with the cards. look at them ? am i supposed to just look at them . No one bothered teaching me actual skills bc i got good grades when i was 8 and now i am so hopelessly lost . why did no one think to teach me this for when stuff got harder than four plus three

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

I love this scene because even after everything, the first thing Naesala does when he gets into the room is react in panic about Reyson and Leanne being unconscious. In that short moment, he just reacted on the instinct that he's always cared about them, despite how shaky things had gotten with Reyson a few years ago and how he was forced to do the things he did (including with the Laguz Alliance in RD).

If he was thinking logically and had a moment to process the situation, he might've stood back and pretended to care less than he actually did, as is usual for him. In this case he didn't hesitate to react and ran to them as soon as he walked in, because it was a knee jerk reaction.

If he sat back and thought about it, he would've known Tibarn was going to start making threats and trying to pick a fight, but his genuine desires overcame logic for just a second long enough for him fear for Reyson and Leanne. As long as the two of them are alive and well, he can continue putting on that mask and faking his way through it. If there's any chance they're in life threatening danger, he'll change course to make sure they're safe (such as refusing to fight Reyson when he was in service to the Crimean army, even at his own expense).

Since Naesala wasn't aware how badly the herons were being affected by the medallion, he wasn't aware in advance that they were in any danger. He doesn't know what happened here, so he walks in and suddenly sees them unconscious on the floor. For all he knew, it could've been life threatening - hence his instant response that didn't wait for his brain to register that he's supposed to be playing the bad guy. I think the only reason he could calm down and conclude it wasn't is because nobody else was panicking/grieving with the implication of a possible death.

(And fwiw, yes, he did have to technically sell Reyson to Oliver in PoR. If he didn't abide by something the senate wanted, Oliver could just make up some story to Lekain to get him to trigger the Blood Pact. Naesala knew he was being a snake to get the whole thing to happen, but he did technically have to go through with it the moment anyone from the senate wanted something from him)

[thatrandombystander]

Just got back from watching a production of Les Mis and yeah man to love another person really is to see the face of God 😭😭😭