#so scared to fuck it up if i try to confess to her bc so far all the stuff i’ve dared to interpret as flirting could also just be jokingly

[izel-scribbles]

grrghfhfhdhdhr i miss when i couldn’t relate to white knuckle jerk

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Abby Anderson head-cannons/ relationship HC’s

An: this is like my modern Hc! Only the cannon in game apocalypse version

Tw: nsfw towards the end

Humble about her title in the WLF

Goes to the gym twice a day, once in the morning once at night plus gas break days once or twice a week

High Proteine girly

Knows Damn well that the gay girls at the WLF thirst over her

COUGH lesbian COUGH

Will keep Alice after hours sometimes just because

It’s literally cannon her and manny have competitions for who do what in the apartment

Is a perfectionist

If your in a relationship she’ll take you to the gym and make you try to lift her weights

Actually really likes to cook

If she wasn’t a solider she would of became a medic like her father

Has a shitty green thumb, can not keep a plant alive if her life depended on it

Speaks Spanish to a small degree bc of manny

Once her and manny had hooked up with the same girl — NOT TOGETHER I meant like Abby hooked up with someone THAT FUCKING SCIENTIST first then manny ended up hooking up with the same woman later on down the line.

Makes the worst jokes ever but ppl laugh bc their to scared to offend her

Street smart not book smart

When fall comes around mannys dad still celebrates dia de los Muertos, being that manny and Abby are close manny invited Abby one year to celebrate with them and they made an ofrenda for Abby’s father

Relationship wise she’s actually really caring

You and Abby met most likely in the WLF, whether it’s from you helping her on an assignment, nursing her to health in the infirmary or her helping you with the animals you two just met at the WLF while helping one another

You of-course had heard of Abby multiple times but you.. this was Abby’s first time meeting or hearing abt you and shit she knew she was heads over heels in the first moment you met

Abby spent months deciding over if you were actually into her or not — one night after you two got drunk together Abby confessed and one thing let to another you two decided to plan a date

Abby freaked out like actually leg shaking anxious breath worried if she would fuck up.

She did, the day of the date she had bailed on you due to being put on an imporant assigment by Isaac

After wards she found you had a small argument with you before finally kissing you

That’s how you two ended up together

(I’m writing a fic abt this btw wait for that coming soon 😈🙏🙏🙏🙏)

She’s the type to find you souvenirs while she’s out patrolling

Will make deals with the gardeners to get you a bouquet of flowers

Every Saturday she kicks manny out and sets up the apartment so you two can have a date, doesn’t matter if your fighting and not on speaking terms you two always have the date Abby makes sure, once you Didn’t show up and Abby actually picked you up- threw you over her shoulder and carried you to the apartment

Most ppl when they write smut for Abby is alays like she’s fucking the ever living daylights out of you and calling you names but personally I don’t think Abby would do that (not that’s there’s anything wrong with those fanfics I eat that shit up everytime)

I think Abby is more of a soft lover. She takes her time and whispers sweet nothings, she’ll tell you how perfect you are and how you were blessed by the goddess of love herself

She can get a little rough though, she’s the type to while nuckles deep into you she’ll praise you for how well your doing

She’s a switch, she loves to make you feel good but also wants to be told how much you love her and her body esp her muscles

Abby’s not submissive though it’s just not her style

Went into an abandoned mall once and found a Spencer’s that’s where she managed to find a strap on

She doesn’t really like to use it since in her opinion it takes away from the experience, she doesn’t really like the fact that you want to get off on something that isn’t her

Would never let you use the strap on her tho lmao

Once Owen had drunkly said something to insult you and Abby decked him right then and there mel and manny made her apologize the next day

Insanely protective of you like I said previously she would deck Owen for just insulting you (I also don’t like Owen bc he sucks for cheating on my babe Mel)

If you two argue which is rare Abby’s stubborn but after a while she’ll force you to talk to her. She’s also gonna make you come to an agreement with her and actually communicate how you feel

GODDAMN ABBYS ASS IS FAT sorry I’m watching the remastered version of tlou2 while writing this 😭

Abby’s heavy on communication like she refuses to let one of you go to bed angry

She swears that your the most beautiful person she’s ever met

Abby will go on rants about her dad and tell you silly stories

Your the most important person to Abby and she makes that very clear— if you do patrols she refuses to let you do dangerous patrols only east already cleared areas or only if your with her so she can protect you

Deep down Abby’s scared to loose you like she lost her dad

Every night before she lets you go back to your apartment to sleep or if your sleeping over Abby will give you soft kisses and tell you how much she loves you before letting you go

That’s its 😝

[saltylandland]

I want to draw this but idk how to draw nsfw plus, busy, so here is a list of ideas, also I’ve been following @weebsinstash for awhile and I just think you’d be into this :)

Your dearest friend (and co worker) confesses that she’s the main heroine of this world, she got randomly sent here from her world, in her world this place is a romance game. She says regardless of if you believed her she was telling you the truth and-

You nodded yes, and not because you were a loyal side character, but bc you knew. After her confession you get a flood of memories of a different world, and a detailed retailing of the world you’re in.

Your friend, though she is bland by design, she is radiant and an unforgettable presence, despite not being able to remember her face even after just facing her.

The story, about an emperor with a curse. The entire castle keeps the secret, all families have been working there since the empire was first founded. Cult like loyal to their (admittedly really competent) emperor

Your friend, what was her name again? No- that’s not the point. Her goal, the goal of the game, was to tame the emperor's curse by existing, something no one had ever been able to do.

Face multiple challenges like the jealous empress, make your way through the fanatical loyalists and get closer to the emperor. Rise from empress’s handmaiden, to imperial consort, to empress herself!

Your friend whispers to you that she can tame the beast that prowls though the castle at night, and that she’s going to soon.

(The emperor becomes extremely aggressive with sharp claws yada yada, unfortunately no monster fucking this time tho)

But when that night arrives, she fails. You find her corpse before anyone else does. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen, she was supposed too- her body was collected and buried and it was almost like she never existed. Not that she didn’t have family, but like a spell the mysterium of the heroine fades away seemingly with no impact, she was just another victim of the beast.

With a new sense of fear, and with new memories, no loyalty to this empire, you were hatching a plan to leave. The night you were scouting out a path, with the excuse of chores on the night shift, you run into the beast. He was supposed to be chained up?!?

you are tackled to the ground, the emperor is on top of you. Opening your eyes you see him nuzzling your neck, shallow breaths fanning across you. You panic, this was supposed to happen to your friend not you. You can predict it now, he’ll turn into like a lap dog how embarrassing-

RIIIIIIIIIIIP- suddenly he rips your bodice down the middle, exposing your breasts to the cold air.

————

You try to avoid it but he keeps hunting you down and mounting you.

One night you hide away in the deepest parts of the castle, since you had been searching for a place to hide all day (and the beast fucked you all night) you fall asleep

Waking up to a gentle rocking it takes you a minute to process that you were now under him taking his cock

—

Then on one of the nights he does it in front of servants and they tell the empress who then calls you into her office, reader who is already planning to leave is scared you’re gonna get executed

The empress tells you that this is your job now, using your body to ‘tame’ the emperor bc there has been no incidents otherwise

This is a complete 180 to the empress from the game. She also insists that the emperor cannot know that he’s fucking you every night, as he is a decent man and he’d feel guilty, and to prevent you from getting pregnant she will supply you with potions to prevent that. And there is no other choice (not said but heavily implied) Now you are being treated as the unofficial concubine which the empress seems to dote on, your official title is the empress’s handmaiden/confidant

It is later revealed to you as you unwillingly get closer to the empress that though she loves the emperor (they grew up together) she doesn’t really care for sex (either cuz she’s lesbian or just ace) and once she got pregnant with their heir, their sex life basically stopped, tho they didn’t have an actual conversation, the emperor could tell she wasn’t into it and didn’t push her

Bonus points if she’s telling you about what a good man/husband he is for not pushing her/making her take care of his needs like that while he rearranges your guts.

Later later you find out that the emperor realized what was going on, but since it prevented him from hurting anyone he went along with it. And now since you’re so close to the empress, both of them start to fall and become yandere and now you have the most powerful couple who want you for themselves ❤️

Also, quick idea for an ending, he starts regaining control of himself as basically his and the beast’s goals become the same, and he starts loving on the reader even before nightfall and so the two personalities begin to blend and he’s cured! How wonderful! But now you’re the official concubine congrats! What? You don’t want it? Too bad! They want you! Also good luck making it out of the castle as everyone their views you as the emperor’s saviour.

[happilychee]

do u write for acno?????

If so, please feed us with acnologia x reader 🙏🏻🙏🏻 headcanons, anything ill take it please the people are starved

I haven't considered acno before; he's not really a character I like to explore thaaat much, but I tried lol

these came out pretty angsty bc I really don't think there's a way to survive a relationship with acnologia given how he ends up :(

acnologia x reader headcanons

cw: mentions of child death and injuries; overall angst

♡ probably the only way to have a feasible relationship with acnologia is if you meet him when he's a human. the fiore of 400 years ago is nothing like modern times. it's wild, lush, vibrant, and dangerous. dragons roam freely, not just present but overpowering, and you're a meager human. still, you know you want to help your people in any way you can. you become a healer, and that's how you meet doctor acnologia.

♡ healing is a difficult job, and you spend many sleepless nights in the infirmary with acno mixing potions and balms and salves. you don't miss the way his eyes widen when your fingers brush against his as he hands you the mandrake root. he doesn't miss your tiny smile as his hand ghosts over your lower back when he passes you to weigh ingredients.

♡ it's a quiet relationship that blooms out of solidarity, a shared passion for healing, and dedication. you're both calm people, and despite the daily threat of dragons, you don't think anything could shake your relationship with the logical, ever-rational man working beside you. and yet.

♡ it's a day like any other. except a mother runs in wailing, her child dead in her arms. there's nothing you could have done, not with your healing prowess or with acnologia's medical expertise, because the child was killed by a dragon. you can't stop yourself from cringing at the mangled flesh, the smell of charred skin. acnologia is quiet, and neither of you can say anything to console the woman sobbing on your infirmary floor.

♡ things are different after that. acno doesn't engage you in witty banter or philosophical conversation. he eats less and less. he disappears at night. the work has always been split evenly between the two of you, but now you find yourself measuring ingredients and keeping the books. those were always acno's jobs.

♡ acnologia comes home covered in blood. it's not his. you can tell because it's black. the black blood of a fucking dragon, and suddenly you're dragging him into the back room, tears streaming down your face as you try to get answers from him. his voice is monotone as he confesses. you feel the world spin as the words dragon slayer magic, dragon festival, and dragon king run through your head. still, you patch him up.

♡ the days get longer and the nights shorter. acnologia seems calmer but... more distant. you notice the blood under his fingernails (not his. never his.) and the bags under his eyes, but damn is he good at distracting you. you know you should leave. you know dragon slayer magic is corruptive. you know what acnologia will turn into, but you relish every night that you can hold him close and press kisses to his crown.

♡ you rub salve into the scales that spread across acno's arms and cheeks. he brings you shiny stones and pretty glass. calls them courting gifts. it never fails to make you laugh. you eat more meat for dinner. you don't ask where it's from. you run the front end of the infirmary completely by yourself now, while acno stays in the back and prepares you potions. he doesn’t want to scare the kids that come to see you, and you take it as a sign of his persevering humanity. you start to think that maybe the idyllic life you've built together can go on forever.

♡ all you can think about is how green your village was, before it was consumed by dragon fire. the smoke makes your eyes burn, but you can't move from under the rubble. you can feel the dragon more than see it, its footsteps reverberating in your chest. you shut your eyes, tears streaming down your face, and accept death. but it doesn't come.

♡ your sweet, dear acnologia is unrecognizable. a blur of black and blue that makes the dragon screech in pain. it's quick, it's lethal, and it's terrifying. the dragon is dead, and you're sobbing for all that's changed in the past few years. the way acnologia pulls you out of the rubble isn't human, but it isn't dragon either. he clings to you, caresses your face, his worried words coming out in growls and roars. all you can do is reach up, brush your thumb across his cheek, and smile. it's still him, still your dear acnologia.

♡ you wake up on the outskirts of a town, bandaged roughly. you don't see acnologia for a long, long time after that fateful night. you set up a new infirmary, you treat new patients, you never forget the little boy with a constant sniffle that died in the dragon attack. and you never forget acnologia. in the dead of night, you let yourself imagine him coming home.

♡ it's so similar, you're getting deja vu. the town is burning, and you can barely breathe. you can move this time, though, and you run because you know he's not coming to save you. you make it to the edge of the forest, so close to safety. but a dragon blocks your path. scales dark as night, electric blue markings, and eyes that pierce your very soul.

♡ you fall to your knees and sob. you could never, never run from acnologia, even if it meant the end for you. you only wish that this won't hurt him. you look straight into your beloved's eyes, and you smile. tears streaming down your face, ash covering your cheeks, arms burned and angry red. you've never looked more beautiful. you close your eyes and wait for death. it doesn't come.

[smashboxgirl26]

hello!! i was wondering if i could request a reader who feels alienated and depressed because she is basically a loner at school and bakugou who goes out of his way to spend time with her, bringing her lunch to share and ends up confessing to her?

the days of the week

contains: fluff word count: 2.1k a/n: yes yes yesss,,, only i changed some things bc thats how it worked out in my head. also it's short and sweet, but i had fun drifting off from my wips and getting to put my mind on something new

monday:

"What're you doing here?" you stared up from your book at Bakugou, who'd plopped himself down beside you.

It was lunchtime, and you'd found yourself outside under the tree near the end of the field, alone, as you'd been since the sports festival.

"Why? M'not allowed to eat lunch here?" he gave you a sneer as he raised his eyebrow.

"No," you rolled your eyes. "I was asking why you were here. You don't normally sit here, you sit inside with everyone else."

"So? Do I need a reason?"

"Nevermind," you shook your head, returning to your book.

"Yer not eating anything?" he started again after a moment of silence, and you looked up at him with despair.

"Does it matter?"

"Yeah, it fuckin' does," his eyes narrowed in your direction. "How the fuck am I supposed to beat you at your full power in training if you haven't even eaten anything?"

That's what this is about.

There were going to be one-on-one sparring sessions that day in training, and All Might (very fortunately) had disclosed everyone's partner ahead of time so that everyone had enough time to prepare for their opponent's quirk.

"Listen Bakugou, I'll make sure to put in my all, or whatever. I'm still fine without eating."

You found a part of yourself trying to appease him, despite the weird mind games he was playing. You knew it was just because of what he'd seen your quirk do in the sports festival — and why everyone in your class had practically dumped you, even if they were too scared to admit it — and because he was so obsessed with winning.

A bowl was suddenly nudged in front you, and you had to look up from your book again to see Bakugou giving you another look.

"M'not fighting you if you haven't eaten anything," he announced defiantly.

The look he was giving you made it seem as if you had lost the argument, especially since he was almost gloating as he raised his eyebrows as a way to force you to challenge him.

"Okay," you shrugged before turning back down. "Don't fight me then."

You heard him growl under his breath, and before you could internally celebrate your victory, your book was pulled out of your hands and you looked back up at him in shock.

"Listen here you shitty fuckin' extra," he snarled. "I am not going to miss out on training just because you decided to be a bitch and spite me. So eat yer damn food."

"Give me my book back."

"No."

"Give it back, Bakugou."

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh! Just give it to me!"

"What are ya gonna do, extra? Fight me?" he taunted, and you quickly realized what he was playing at.

"Fucking fine!" you huffed, grabbing the bowl of ramen and downing it in under a minute. It wasn't hot, thankfully, since it'd been out for a while — and you looked back at Bakugou after finishing and wiping your mouth with the back of your wrist.

"Give. It."

He tossed the book back at you without a second thought, and you shot him a glare before letting out a breath when you realized that the page you were reading was still bookmarked.

Only Bakugou didn't leave after that. He sat there and chewed on his onigiri for the rest of the period before getting up a couple minutes before the bell rang.

Fuckin' weirdo.

. . .

tuesday:

"Yer still not eating anything?" Bakugou said as he placed his lunch tray on the grass next to where you were sitting, again.

After your match yesterday (where Bakugou had still won, obviously), you thought that he would leave you alone, since you weren't friends and he didn't have any reasons to talk to you besides your match.

"Why does it matter?" you looked up from your book, surprised. Why was he back?

"Because you need to eat," he rolled his eyes. "Isn't that fuckin' obvious?"

You resolved his statement with a glare that he didn't acknowledge, watching as he instead pushed half of a sandwich towards you before taking a bite of his curry.

"Why are you here?" you glanced between him and the sandwich.

"To eat. Isn't that obvious?"

"No, asshole. Why are you here?"

"Because I can."

"Just because you can, doesn't mean you should," you raised an eyebrow, watching as a vein popped out of his forehead when he turned to you.

"Listen extra," he dropped his chopsticks to point a finger at you. "I can sit wherever the fuck I want. Now shut the fuck up and eat your sandwich."

You gave him an unimpressed look before grabbing the sandwich and tearing the paper it was wrapped in harshly. You made sure that you bit and chewed into it aggressively, just wanting him to shut up so you could read your book but still let him know that you were angry about him coming and sitting next to you — but you were still a little hungry since you'd skipped breakfast that morning.

You didn't notice the little triumphant look Bakugou gave himself as he watched you from the side — angrily chewing the sandwich while your eyes scanned the page in front of you.

He'd won again.

. . .

wednesday:

"What's this lame ass book you've always got your nose stuck in?" Bakugou announced as he sat down next to you again, only you weren't as bothered by his presence as you'd been the day before.

You still let out an audible groan though when you looked up, watching as Bakugou slid over a plate with sushi before biting into his own salad.

"Why do you keep bringing me lunch?"

"I've told you this already," he rolled his eyes. "Use your fuckin' brain for once."

"No- Let me just.." you put your book down and stared at him. "I meant, why do you keep coming and sitting with me and bringing me lunch and stuff? I'm fine on my own."

"Answer my question first," he looked up from eating. "You didn't answer me."

"Just a romance," you rolled your eyes. "Now why do keep sitting with me?"

"The best friend was super shitty in that one," Bakugou mumbled in passing when he finally found himself noticing the title of the book, but his eyes widened in an instant to find a cat-like grin stretching across your face.

"How do you know that?" you asked him slyly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he tried to seem nonchalant about it, looking back with a glare that was probably supposed to deter you from asking any further — but it seemed to have no weight when you willingly scooched closer to him.

"I clearly heard you Bakugou," you raised an eyebrow, watching as his eyes refused to look back down at the book cover again in definace.

"I didn't say anything."

You stared him down, this time watching as he crumbled, putting down his bowl before he spoke.

"I fuckin' read it before, okay?" he threw his arms up. "What else do you think happened? But if you tell another goddamn soul about this, I'm gonna kill you. Got it?"

"Yeah got it — I won't," you shrugged him off. "But what does she do?"

"Huh?"

"You said the best friend was shitty. What did she do?"

You watched Bakugou roll his his eyes before finally giving in, slumping against the tree trunk you always sat next to like he was letting the weight fall off his shoulders.

"Remember when she told the main character girl about the second guy liking her and all that."

"You mean Ryu?"

"Yeah that idiot — well she did it because she was trying to get the brother mad at the both of them so she could ask the main guy out instead," Bakugou went back to eating his salad smugly, watching as your face twisted into shock.

"Of course she wanted to get with Haru!" you stared at the book now sitting in the grass. "I thought it was so weird when she told her because it was so obvious she was already jealous about Haru not liking her."

"Yeah," Bakugou barely shrugged, taking another bite.

You'd forgotten about your question this time, but he wasn't sure he would be so lucky if you asked him again.

At least it was fun to talk about something he never got to.

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thursday:

The fact that you were reading a different book today instantly caught Bakugou's attention as he sat down at your usual spot, two bento boxes in hand.

"What happened to the other one?" he gestured to the thicker, hardcover book.

"You basically spoiled it," you shrugged. "So I'm rereading a different one instead."

Bakugou didn't say anything as he slid a bento box over to you, pulling out his chopsticks as you put your book down.

"I didn't see bento's in the lunch room today. I was hoping for pizza actually."

"I'm not yer damn waiter. Just shut up and appreciate the food you're given," he rolled his eyes.

"Where'd you get them from though?" you asked as you opened the bento, a small smile creeping up at the neatly packed food inside.

"...I made 'em," he almost whispered, eyes strained as you took a bite of the salmon he made.

"It's good!" you looked up at him with wide eyes. "I didn't know you could cook so well."

"Of course I fuckin' can," he sneered, turning back to his box like he wasn't intently watching your reaction. "I'm the best cook in our class."

"I wouldn't be so sure," you raised an eyebrow. "Sato's actually really good at baking."

"That's not the same thing you idiot."

"Aren't they similar though?"

"No."

And it was silent again, the both of you eating under the tree until you finally spoke again.

"Why do you keep sitting with me, Bakugou?"

It was hard for Bakugou to look up after those words came off your lips in a nonchalant manner — how was he supposed to answer with the truth?

"Does it fuckin' matter?" he deflected. "Why're you always sitting alone then?"

"I dunno," you rolled your eyes as if the answer was obvious, your face scrunching when you realized his question was serious.

"You're being serious?" you asked with an almost gaped mouth.

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

"My quirk," you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and Bakugou only gave you a look of bewilderment.

"The sports festival?" you reiterated. "How I had that guy from Class B under my control and stuff?"

"So?" he looked away. "You did okay. It's not even like you won or anything."

"Do I really have to spell it out for you? People think my quirk is villainous."

It wasn't like Bakugou didn't notice the change in attitude towards you after the sports festival and the true nature of your quirk was revealed, but he really believed that the people around him were better than that.

He saw how the media was treating his own outbursts, and while in the tiniest way possible he could understand them — your reaction was unwarranted.

"Don't say shit like that," Bakugou looked up to you seriously. "If no one else around you can see that your quirk's good enough to become a hero, fuck 'em. They weren't worth being in your life anyways. Got that?"

You paused, seemingly unable to speak from the weight his words left hanging in the air — but you finally nodded slightly, picking up your book from where it was still open in the grass.

"Thanks."

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friday:

You didn't startle today when Bakugou found his place beside you, nonchalantly turning the page without registering his existence. He couldn't help but let the silence linger — you looked peaceful while quietly reading — letting himself start eating his own lunch after pushing a plate in front of you.

Your book snapped shut after a couple moments, suddenly, and he could feel your eyes boring holes into the side of his head.

"Bakugou."

"Hmm?"

"Why do you keep eating lunch with me?"

But as soon as he opened his mouth to deflect, you interrupted him.

"And I know that it's not because you wanna make sure that I'm in top shape or whatever — and you can't deflect the question like every other time I've asked you this, okay?" You were staring at him seriously.

"Okay, you wanna know why?" he started, putting his chopsticks on his plate before turning towards you straight on. "I like you, Y/N — more than as a friend would."

You blinked at him, clearly startled by his response. "Why?"

"Whadd'ya mean why? Does there have to be reason?" He sneered. Were you being serious?

"But... My quirk..."

"Didn't I already tell you? Anyone who thinks that has shit for brains. Now shut up and eat your food."

[justwinginglife]

Dude just imagine Kafka has a little sister and everybody knows it but they didn't now that his little sister also now about her brother Kaiju secret.

So a scenario where kafka got notice but his sister defended him OR a scenario where the sister calls for Kafka bcs she's scared and couldn't handle losing her friends/comrades.(Almost like Daki calling Gyotaro hehehe)

Freader is Kafka little sister btw.

just choose which one you want to do I don't mind.

AHH sorry I took so long with this one. Got stuck in my Hoshina world for awhile. But I'm ready for Kafka now. (Also I just realized after I posted this, I might not have hit everything you wanted in that request, but fuck it, it's 2 in the morning, forgive me)

You never asked for anything.

You wanted many things, but you never asked and that was one of the things Kafka loved about you. Even despite his begging and his pleading for you to tell him what you were thinking, for you to let him spoil you rotten, he appreciated that you were always being considerate of him, not wanting to take up his time or his money.

Growing up with you, he'd learned to watch the path of your gaze or to follow the trail of your fingers, and see where it lingered in the shop windows and the store shelves just a second longer. And then you'd end up with a random gift on a random Tuesday just because he knew you wanted that headband or that new toy but would never tell anyone. He didn't need to wait for a special occasion to treat his little sister, everyday was a special day to him because he loved you.

It was that heart of his, that desire to protect the happiness of others and that determination to follow through on that desire, that made you confident that one day he'd be a Defense Force officer, even if eventually he had stopped believing he'd be one himself.

You always knew he was destined for great things and you didn't want to hold your big brother back so you buried yourself in your schoolwork. You wanted to find a means of supporting yourself and you wanted to be confident enough to reassure him that you'd be okay without him. But you wouldn't. You missed him terribly all the time. Missed him ruffling your hair, nudging your side, grinning widely, making stupid jokes, being stupidly optimistic all the time. But this was something he needed to do without you, and when he was ready to try again, to reach for his future, you wanted him to have both hands free.

Even when he'd confessed to you that he was Kaiju number 8, you encouraged him to keep pursuing his dream of being in the Defense Force. When you got the news that he had made it, you threw him the biggest party. You'd been his biggest supporter for so long, how could you not?

And then you didn't see him for awhile. He did try to visit you frequently, but you knew he would have to fight to keep his place in the Defense Force, beside all the other impressive officers, so you'd make up excuses to be busy so that he'd focus on his training instead of you. He must've known what you were doing, because he still found time to mail you gifts and letters to thank you for your support. But he did as you wanted, he focused on getting stronger, on being better, on being someone you could be proud of.

Then, one day, your college got attacked. Of course the Defense Force got called in, but they were so busy focused on the rampaging Honju; no one had time for a small Yoju that had wandered away from the stampeding hoard and cornered your best friends in a deserted part of the school campus. You were supposed to be with them, but you thought you'd pick up some coffees for everyone on the way over, a little pick-me-up to help with another late night study session. When you saw the Yoju chasing them across the schoolyard, you dropped your tray of drinks. Before they even hit the ground, you had your phone out, calling your brother.

"Kafka. I... I need you. I'm at school. My friends... my friends are under attack, please hurry. Please come quick. I need you."

You never asked for anything.

But all this time you'd spent holding back from running into your brother's arms, crying to him when you'd gotten a slightly lower grade than normal, or bitching about the sheer amount of projects you had due in one session, all this time you'd spent depriving yourself of a normal relationship with the only family you had, your friends were there for you instead. Cheering you on, through every test, every speech, every assignment, cheering you on the way you missed him cheering you on. You needed them.

And right now, they needed you too. You weren't strong enough to save them, but you could be strong enough to suck up your pride and ask your brother for help for once.

When he arrived in a few minutes flat, ready to do anything and everything you asked, you almost cried.

Suddenly memories came flooding back to you. Kafka catching you falling out of a tree when you'd ignored his warning not to climb too high and you'd slipped off a weak branch. He hadn't even scolded you; he knew you were already frustrated enough at yourself. He just bought you ice cream and smiled at you, telling you he was glad you were okay. Then there was that time Kafka chased off the neighborhood bully when he made fun of your pigtails; even though Kafka reassured you that you looked adorable with pigtails, he still spent all night learning how to braid your hair because you insisted you'd never wear pigtails ever again. He was always saving you, and here he was again- your hero.

It didn't matter that he was in a form you didn't recognize. You knew it was him. You'd know his heart anywhere. And even with fangs, his smile still comforted you, let you know everything would be okay.

He made quick work of the Yoju that was pursuing your friends and you were finally able to exhale the air that had been trapped in your lungs. He even carried them to the doors of the school infirmary for you when they'd passed out from the shock.

When you were sure your friends would be okay, you took Kafka to a secluded area behind the school where no one would be watching. Before he could even fully transform back into himself, you had already jumped into his arms. You hugged him with the force of a thousand hugs to make up for all the times you'd wanted to find refuge in his arms, but instead pushed him away, pushed him to work.

"I'm so glad you're okay." He ruffled your hair as he held you close. You always loved him ruffling your hair. You used to scold him for messing your hair up, but secretly, you always wanted him to do it again.

Suddenly, being in his arms again, you didn't care about his "destiny," or whatever great future you had envisioned for him. You just wanted your brother back, and for now, you had him. You could be as weak and as worried as you wanted, and he'd be there for you. He'd hold you until you stopped shaking, and then hold you a little longer just for good measure. Just because he missed you and he liked holding you.

You finally looked up at him, tears pooled in the corners of your eyes. "Do you think it's okay... if I ask you for more? If I rely on you more? Can I... can I need you again?"

He smiled that same smile he always did, his wide grin overflowing with love for you. "You can always count on me. Ask anything you want of me. Need me as much as you like for as long as you like. I promise, I'll be there for you."

He was always saving you.

But maybe, finally, it was okay to let yourself be saved.

[sarascamander]

Reading the cursed child (scorbus, norvelize version in a03). I read the script years ago when I was 11 (funfact it was the first harry potter book I've ever bought). So I'm rereading it again because I have a scorbus brainrot suddenly (11 y/o me shipped Scorpius and Rose so hard but now I grew up let just say my taste had change lmao).

List of thought gonna go longer as I read:

- yo Albus surly personality is basically me when I was 15 it was like looking into a mirror. Hold on there baby I understand you 😭

- I want to write a whole essay on Albus and Harry's relationship. They both are so precious but they just have a hard time with each other.

- Scorpius is the sunshine most sunshine cinnamon role ever. I would kill for him. I would die for him.

- ALL THOSE BULLY BETTER STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY OUTCASTS BABIES.

- “And be my good friend.” what if I die.

- why do people love to torture the cinnamon roll??? I want to hug Scorpio so bad like baby you deserve the moon and the sky and the world. And the fact that he's still trying to be so cheerful and optimistic. THE WORLD DOESN'T DESERVE HIM.

- Albus and Harry's father and son angst is killing me but it is also so delicious I relish in it (it's just so complicated I love it).

- "you’re kind, Scorpius. From the depths of your belly, to the tips of your fingers." Is the sweetest thing I've ever heard anyone said. I love this quote so much I want it tattooed on my forehead.

- Again, Scorpius deserve the fucking world.

- Scorpius and Draco's relationship is SO GOOD, SO PURE, SO SOFT. They love each other so much 😭

- brb I'm going to cry at the fact that Dark AU Ron and Hermione die in such a terrible way a few minutes after they finally confess their feelings (they were scared). 😭😭😭😭😭😭

- Snape is so dramatic. Girl "you're giving up your kingdom for Albus... All it takes is one person." he made it sound like they're in a romance fantasy novel (they are).

- Head empty. Scorpius happiest memory with Albus is strong enough for him to produce a patronus.

- Scorpius is once, again, a cutie pie that deserves everything.

- Delphi is more manipulative than I realized when I first read this lmao.

- GIRL the way Albus said that he and Scorpius ran away to start a new life in the muggle world as an excuse — what do you mean you're eloping at 14??? (Out of chronological order but I just remembered this)

- Delphi when I catch you —

- Never thought I'd be rooting for Draco and Harry duo yet here we are (did I say I love Draco as a dad?? I don't think he's appreciated enough. He's a brilliant dad! THIS is his best redemption arc).

- "What did you say to our son, Harry?" GO OFF QUEEN (Albus is a confirmed mommy boy)

- RON WANT TO MARRY HERMIONE AGAIN. I don't quite ship them in the book/movie but they're just the sweetest in here 😩😩

- I just had the sudden realisation that Scorbus might be the only couple that I ship in hp that is so close to canon (and was canonised by some play if I heard correctly).

- that time where they were in godric hollow and Scorpius was surprised that Albus never knew the full story of his grandparents or visited the place just bc he was being a petty, moody uninterested teenager hit so hard (he is me and I am him). And the shame he felt was real too. I always regret those years in my life where I acted like that and I don't even have a daddy issue like Al did, what's my bloody excuse lmao (I blame fucking hormones) 😩😭

- okay so finished it!! When I was a kid I don't quite like the time travel thingy and find it very confusing but I think it's because it's a screenplay yk, and it was meant to be watched not read. But the novel version did help a lot (and I give the author my hundreds of gratitude, her writing is absolutely beautiful! And she captured the characters perfectly! If you're scared to read The Cursed Child, read her novel version in ao3!!!).

I'm surprised that I actually love the plot more than I thought I would. Yeah it can get a bit unrealistic at times but all in all it's very entertaining and Albus and Scorpius are very well written, very rounded and nuanced characters that carry the book. I'm glad their parents didn't overshadow their personality etc (like them being mini-copies of Harry and Draco). They're their own person and I love that about them!!

They're not Drarry or even Jegulus as I've seen people say, they're in their own league. There are no enemies or hatred or tension between them; Scorpius and Albus genuinely like each other so much from the first they laid their eyes on each other and I adore them for it.

I read a theory that Albus was sent in Slytherin because he subconsciously wanted to be in a house with this kind boy met on the train and it made me want to cry (they were made for each other). (Although I do think Albus have many Slytherin traits, Scorpius I was less sure he screamed Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw to me but admittedly he can be cunning to).

So yeah, I don't think it's that bad as everyone said (and my 11 y/o self). It's fun and I actually cried a lot at the end of it (I have to watch Jily die, do you have any idea what that did to me???) (I don't even ship them but i swear this book set me to default back to canon).

I really want to watch the play, would die for it but it's impossible and I can only dream.xoxo

[ereawrites]

can you pleease talk about Shisui falling in love with his childhood girl best friend? i think that’d be so cute!

OH WHAT THE FUCK this is so good

obviously they meet in the academy. they get along like a house on fire instantly but they are sooooo chatty. the teacher probably always tries to seat them on opposite sides of the room but they still talk so damn much. it’s okay though because they’re both at the top of the class

they start to train together outside of the academy as they get older bc they’re kind of sick of everyone else not being able to keep up lol. even once they get put into genin teams they just show up at each other’s training sessions

shisui is so smug when he finally hits his growth spurt and gets taller than her

they’re pretty inseparable while they’re kids. she’s always at the uchiha compound and he teaches her all the ways to sneak in when the guards won’t let her in. he’s always hanging out with her clan members, helping all the old ladies and younger kids out. the grandmas LOVE him

it’s probably when he goes into ANBU that things start to change. maybe she goes into ANBU too but they’re deliberately separated. all of a sudden they’re barely seeing each other, so every time they catch up they feel like they’ve missed so much. shisui really struggles with this tbh he misses her a lot

so when he comes back from a long mission and she tells him she went on a date with someone, he convinces himself his annoyance is just frustration that he doesn’t know her as well as he used to. but he’s a smart guy and every time he sees her she’s becoming more beautiful and after a few months he’s like. fuck.

he’s not one to hide his feelings once he realises he’s fallen for her, especially if she’s going on dates with/getting attention from other guys. it’s just too hard for him to ignore. he gets a lot more flirtatious, gives her lots of compliments, generally just turns on the charm. then he panics and doesn’t talk to her for like a week. he’s so scared of ruining what they have, but also so scared of losing her to another guy. and she’s like ummmm shisui what’s going on

she probably does confront him tbh. she has to be an upfront person if he’s going to fall for her. hopefully she’s kind about it and just asks why he’s been strange with her, and if everything’s alright. and he can’t take it anymore he just has to confess. he won’t beat around the bush, just comes straight out and tells her he’s developed feelings for her

…if she doesn’t return the feelings, he’s pretty devastated. he might try and avoid her for a while just to let his own feelings settle down. he’ll definitely come back to their friendship and things will be pretty much the same as before, but he’ll always have those feelings for her a little bit, and he’ll spend a long time wondering what could have been

but if she DOES like him!!!! so romantic so good!!!!pls just let her kiss him instead of talking. he takes a few seconds to react and then he just wraps his arms around her and kisses her back hard. doesn’t let her go for a loooong time

they won’t make it official straight away, but it’s pretty obvious they’re dating. he gets a lot more touchy with her in public, always draping an arm round her shoulders, retying her hitai-ate for her after training, that kind of thing. and everyone in the village just thinks finally

in an AU where shisui lives, he’ll probably propose to her while they’re pretty young, realistically as soon as they’re out of ANBU. he already knows her like the back of his hand, he knows he wants to spend his life with her, so why wait? and the wedding is SO cute. he cries at the altar

side note. itachi loves this girl. her and shisui probably prank itachi so much but he doesn’t mind. he probably cries at the wedding too. and sasuke thinks both the boys are so cringe ew.

[crazy4myself]

No Harm List | Pt. 14

Word count: 5.5k ish

Warnings: explicit language, violence, sexual themes

Summary: You live in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save a young boy’s life, not knowing that he is the most powerful crime lord's heir. And you have just been put on the no harm list.

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A/N: Hiii lovelies I know it had been literal years since I’ve properly updated. To avoid confusion you may want to go back a few chapters to refresh; I recommend part 12. Also some of the next few chapters may look familiar bc I re-wrote them. But I think you will like this version much better :)

“Why did you avoid me after we kissed?” you asked again, your voice clear. You did not make yourself elaborate. You didn’t tell him how you’ve felt lost and helpless these weeks. And if you could take it back, you would. But if you were honest with yourself, no part of you really wanted to.

You just looked at him expectantly and watched him squirm in the silence. “Because.. I’m a coward,” he offered, looking down at his hands.

Your silence was loud in the air between you, pressuring him to keep talking, “I was scared because BTS has already put you in so much danger already. I mean, we're not even dating, and you were basically held hostage.”

“Don’t pin this on me.” you cut him off. You knew it was a valid point, but it wasn’t his only reason for not talking to you. “Whether or not I endanger myself to date you is a decision for us to make. Why did you avoid me?” you asked again.

“I was scared. I was scared it was an impulsive or pity kiss after being shot. I was scared you didn’t have feelings for me, so I avoided the rejection.”

You quirked a brow in disbelief. Oh, sure, he was scared of you rejecting him. “It’s true!” he insisted.

“And I don’t even know if I could date you,” he added, and you felt a part of your chest ache at the confession.

“I don’t know if I'm capable of dating with my lifestyle. It's not only a safety hazard, but I don't know if I’m capable of giving you any more of myself than I already have. I think about you all the time. And I love spending time with you. But our friendship, where we were before that kiss, it’s all I know how to give people.”

He turned to you, eyes searching your face for any signs of hurt or betrayal, but he couldn’t read your expression as you quietly whispered, “And what if I told you that’s enough?”

Jungkook parted his lips but was at a loss for words.

“I’ve never really dated,” you explained, “And I don't think I know how to. And school is so stressful, and the program is only going to get more complex. I’m not sure I have time to learn and figure out the ‘right’ way to do it.” You paused as you saw his eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you realized how contradictory you were sounding.

“I like you, Jungkook. I like what we have, and I liked kissing you. But before now, I didn’t think I could date you. Not because of the whole ‘gang’ thing. But because I think-” your voice cracked, “I think something in me broke when I lost Daewon. I never,” You paused to swallow.

“I will never let anyone in like that again because it hurt so bad when I lost her. And we weren’t even together romantically. So, imagine how bad it would hurt to lose a partner?” a hot tear rolled down your cheek, and Jungkook reached up to wipe it. You leaned into the comforting heat of his touch as his callused thumb rubbed soothingly on your cheek.

“What I’m trying to say is we both clearly have boundaries and walls. And we both suck at keeping the other out of some of them. So what if we loved eachother in whatever fucked up way we know how and at least reap the benefits of having shitty partners?” You offered with a hesitant smile.

“The benefits being?” Jungkook asked with a quirked brow.

Mischief glinted in your eyes as you smiled at him before lifting onto your knees and crawling towards him on the couch. Jungkook knew this conversation wasn’t over. He knew he should stop you and assure you that nothing about you was broken for being cautious about who you loved. He wanted to tell you that you were good and kind and would make an incredible partner in any capacity, and he was worried he wouldn’t deserve what you were willing to give. But his mind went blank as you inched so close that he could feel your breath against his face as you murmured, “I can think of a few.”

You moved confidently but still grazed your lips against his in the softest touch as if asking for permission.

Jungkook leaned forward, capturing you in the kiss and pulling you into his lap. It was just as hungry as last time, as if he had been waiting to taste you again. Jungkook felt his body come alight at the joy of feeling you pressed against him. His hands rubbed eagerly against your thighs before wandering up your sides, your arms, and your shoulders as he took all of you in.

The touch wasn’t as much for pleasure as it was a claiming. But still, you skin tingled in response. A trail of goosebumps rose in the wake of every brush of his callused hands.

Finally, you broke the kiss to catch your breath. Pressing your forehead against his, you both smiled like idiots as you took eachother in.

Jungkook leaned in to kiss you again, softer this time. As if the raw desperation passed, he would savor every second now that he had you. His hands were firmly on your waist, and his thumbs rubbed in a soothing motion, lower, and lower as they crept under the hem of your shirt.

You felt core core turning molten and couldn’t reflect back on the last time you had been with someone in this way.

Jungkook’s mouth was hot against your neck, trailing down from behind your ear lower and lower, looking for the spot that made-

You gasped and arched against him in pleasure, your chest pressing harder against his.

There it was, his mind thought in primal satisfaction, as he bit down right above your pulse point, making you writhe against him further. He had been replaying the sounds you made during your last kiss in his head an embarrassing number of nights he was alone. He wanted to map your body right now and learn every spot that made you sigh and moan for him. His hands had migrated further up your ribcage, your skin flushing hot beneath his touch as his thumbs swiped just below your bra.

He was about to reach around to unclasp it when a cough from the kitchen cut his ministrations short. You both turned in shock to see Yoongi placing an expresso pod in the coffee machine.

“J-Hope is in the garage you might wanna,” he waved his hand in the air in a vague gesture to separate. “Or don’t,” he said with a shrug, “I think his reaction would be funny.”

You were scrambling off Jungkook's lap and shoving a pillow between the two of you. Your lips were swollen and bruised from the kiss. You straightened your shirt, which was more rumpled from your earlier fight than anything, and placed a pillow between the two of you as if to protect your chastity with seconds to spare before the sound of Hoseok’s footsteps echoed from the garage. You locked eyes with him as soon as he made it in the entryway. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he entered the room.

“What happened?” He demanded.

Jungkook calmed his breathing, grabbing the pillow barrier to instead place on his lap as he reminded himself that the bakery was attacked. Hoseok had no clue that Jungkook was just kissing his best friend and that he was not in danger.

“Hobi!” you were up in an instant, ignoring his foul temper as you wrapped your arms around him.

He caught your embrace effortlessly, his eyes tracking you and then noting Jungkook and his new emotional support pillow as he squeezed you tightly before letting you step back.

“Are you okay?” you both ask in unison before cracking a smile.

“I’m fine I just had to lay low. What happened at the bakery tonight?” Hoseok pushed.

Your smile faltered for a moment. “There was an ambush, they didn’t touch me. I can’t say the same for them, but they’ll be fine.” you started.

Hoseok’s brow rose at your implication, “You took out four of the Black Tips best men?” he asked. He didn’t sound disbelieving, he sounded… impressed and maybe a little proud.

“Only two, and I wouldn’t call them the best. Why are you here if you’re in hiding?” you asked, ignoring the way his approval warmed you chest. “And why were you in hiding? And when did you dye your hair?” you pushed. Reaching up to touch the murky black locks. It was obviously box-dyed and barely covered the bright red it was days earlier.

Hoseok smiled tight-lipped before moving to the couch, “I’ll tell my story if you promise to tell yours when Jin and RM get back.” He offered.

You refrained from pointing out that the reason you were at the Den in the first place was to do exactly that. You were too eager to get some answers from Hoseok. Who quickly filled you in on the details of the fake assassination attempt that ended in a not-so-fake assassination charge. That led to Hoseok and Yoongi hiding out in some shitty safe house an hour outside the city, living off Raman noodles and re-dying their hair to more subtle colors.

By time Hoseok had finished, the other members of BTS began filing in. Hoseok told you they had only been called out of hiding so Yoongi could manage the video footage of the bakery and nearby security cameras for the police department and insurance claims. Jin wanted to edit out any evidence of a gang-related interrogation, or else their relationship was going to get a lot more complicated with the local authorities.

But apparently, there was no need. Yoongi was fuming when he returned from his office, informing the others that while the security cameras were able to stream live footage to their system, the memory had been wiped from BTS’s computers.

He still had to cover their tracks of abducting the Black Tips on any city cameras. But otherwise the gang was relying on you as the sole witness to the night's events.

Well, you and the four Black Tip members who attacked you. The men were currently stored away in a safe house under the greenhouse on the Den’s property. But with the excessive exposure to Jimin’s smoke, there was a chance their memories would be unreliable, if not nonexistent.

Jimin couldn’t even estimate a wake time for the men due to the level of gas they inhaled. It could be days before anyone could get answers out of them.

When Jin and Jimin finally returned from filing their reports to the authorities, everyone settled in the living room to hear your account. You recalled the night's events as detailed as possible, telling them how the man in the suit tried to buy your loyalty from BTS and describing him to the best of your ability.

To your relief, they all listened quietly while you spoke, and when you were done, it was V who helped you fill in any gaps you may have missed by prompting you with questions. His presence was steady and soothing, and you realized he was giving you a glimpse of the spider at work. The others didn’t dare interrupt him or ask their own questions, they trusted him to gather every drop of information.

What did the man in the suite look like?

Did he ask about BTS’s current movements?

What ‘sins against the city’ did he want to hold BTS responsible for?

What information did he want you to report back?

You didn’t have any answers to half of those questions, confessing you spent most of your time stalling and trying to get the man to reveal why he was bribing you of all people. You were convinced at the time that the alarm had alerted BTS of your situation and that they would arrive at any minute. The thought of the man getting away didn’t seem like a possibility.

And a small part of you, despite promising yourself you owed BTS nothing outside of your contract, couldn’t help but feel like this oversight was a failure on your part. Somehow, you let the gang down.

Jin clarified that the alarm had been disabled along with the cameras hours prior to the break-in. It was by luck and V’s intel that they managed to get to you when you did.

“And isn't that a big fucking problem?” Hoseok growled, unable to stay quiet any longer.

He stepped forward, glaring in Jin and Jimin’s direction, “Do you realize how irresponsible it was to schedule her on a closing shift alone.” He accused.

“Hobi, it’s fine I worked late all the time at my last job,” you started trying to diffuse the situation.

Everyone in the room refrained from pointing out how well that had gone for you.

“No, it’s not fine. This isn’t like your other job. What if they tried to get information from her at that moment, and she had nothing to give? What if V didn’t call in time? There are a thousand different ways this could have gone wrong. She is not a member of this gang,” Hoseok snapped.

You flinched slightly at his tone.

“She doesn’t have the tattoo. Debt and favors aside, she should not be this deep in BTS’s affairs. She should not be alone in our businesses. That bakery is a cover for Jimin’s lab and loitering drug money. Why the hell would you think it okay to leave her alone there?” He continued.

Jin’s face was like a stone as Hoseok lectured him, not wanting his own emotions to invalidate his brothers. “You're right.” Jin agreed, and you could see the full weight of tonight's events take a toll on him as his shoulders sagged and he turned to you with guilt in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry I put you in danger, Ella. We will never let it happen again.” Jin promised his voice was soft but earnest.

“It sure as hell won’t because she’s not working for you anymore.” Hoseok snapped.

“That's not your call to make,” you argued.

Hoseok turned to you, frustration evident on his face, “Do not fight me on this. You know tonight was too dangerous.”

“She was the dangerous part of tonight. She was fine.” Jungkook pushed, standing next to you.

“Stay out of this!” You and Hoseok snapped in unison.

Jungkook’s face puckered like he tasted something sour, but he sat back on the couch's arm.

“Tonight, you were lucky that man wanted you alive. He could change his mind at any point why can’t you see the danger in that.”

“I'm bound by contract to keep working off my debt,” you argued as you turned to RM for backup.

RM crossed his arms, taking in you and Hoseok as he contemplated his response.

“Blood debt runs deeper than civil law,” Hoseok said before his leader could voice his opinion. And a tense stillness fell across the room.

“Have you forgotten she’s on the No Harm List? That we are supposed to be willing to die for her.” he pushed. The whole gang's demeanor changed at the reminder Jimin downcast his gaze as his shame sank into his gut.

“I don’t want that,” you pushed, horrified, “Take me off the list I don’t - I did not ever want that.”

“Daewon, please, why won’t you let me protect you!”

The room fell quiet as his sister's name echoed through the room.

Your chest ached as understanding settled in, “Oh, Hobie,” you sighed.

“We’ll take a vote,” RM ordered, unable to stand another minute of this fighting. “We have damage control to take care of, and everyone is tired. We meet first thing, and we will decide as a team what we should do about Ella.”

Hoseok’s smile was mirthless at his boss’s half-ass attempt to placate him. “See you bright in early,” he said with a salute before turning for the garage.

You stared after your best friend, hesitant to follow him. “And do I get a say in that decision?” you asked RM softly.

RM sighed, “Your opinion will be considered when we vote. You will have full control over how we go about re-negotiating your contract if it comes to it.”

Assuming that was the best you could get, you sighed, eyes flicking over to Yoongi who flanked RM’s left, his arms crossed and his expression stoic.

“I guess I’ll go catch up with Hobi,” you offered hesitantly, not knowing what to do. Yoongi met your eyes but said nothing. Taking Yoongi’s silence as his answer, you squeezed Jungkook’s hand in a silent farewell before you followed Hoseok to the garage.

Hoseok kept his eyes forward as you approached his vehicle. He was sitting in his Porsche the engine purred a soft accompaniment to the rhythmic thump of his music.

“Can I catch a ride?” you asked, already settling into the passenger's seat and buckling before he could give an empty “Sure.” in response.

You didn’t ask where he was taking you as he sped out of the Den’s parking lot and into the streets of the seventh ward. His options were limited if he was still a wanted man, and you figured you would end up at your apartment by the end of the night.

“We need to pick up another box of hair dye. Whoever did yours did a shitty job,” you said, reaching to run your fingers through his hair.

The unique thing about your friendship with Hoseok was you two were forced to mourn together when you were getting close. Meaning you both had a talent for ignoring the elephant in the room and settling into a normal life where you talked around the big issue.

It wasn’t always healthy to ignore your problems like that. But for you and Hoseok, it worked. After big changes like this, you both had a habit of turning off your feelings for a while and giving each other space and time to process instead of forcing each other to talk about an issue before you were ready.

It’s what you did with Daewon’s death. It’s what he did for you when you first found out about BTS.

So tonight, you could make space for him. The two of you could go through the rest of the night without talking about the bakery or BTS at all if he didn’t want to.

You glanced out the window, realizing what street he was turning on.

“We’re going to see Dae?” you asked, surprised as he pulled to the side of the road outside the city’s botanical garden. The gardens were closed, which was no surprise considering it was close to one in the morning. But that was never a problem in the past.

“We didn’t visit her on her anniversary this year,” Hoseok said simply.

You both visited separately, though you wouldn’t point it out. At the time of Dae’s anniversary, you were still giving him the silent treatment for lying to you about BTS. You had visited Daewon’s grave on your own and saw that it had already been cleaned, and her favorite flowers decorated the small plot, meaning Hoseok had already beat you there.

At the time, you had felt guilty for the relief you felt in your chest. Visiting her that day came with the fear that you and Hoseok would cross paths before you were ready to face him. And you think Dae would have been disappointed to see the two of you arguing on top of her grave.

Because of that, neither of you had gone through with your tradition of robbing the botanical gardens.

Your freshmen year of college was filled with many adventures since moving to Alcor was still a novel experience, but it also came with many nights of being homesick. While Gautier was technically a territory of Kros, the country Alcor resides in, the cultures were very different. And the climate was shockingly different in the cold and wet port city where the smell of sea salt was on the breeze, you missed the clean and fresh scent of blooming heathers and rosemary in the spring, and the taste of sweet figs right off the tree in the summer time.

One night, when you were suffering from a rather nasty bout of homesickness, Daewon took you to the botanical gardens and taught you how to break in at night. At the back of the property, a mighty magnolia tree bloomed outside the garden's fence. It was almost too easy to scale the tree’s sturdy branches and dismount on the other side of the garden. The fences were lined with countless bamboo trellises fortified with different vine plants, making for an easy escape anywhere inside the garden.

You remember how your heart fluttered the first night the two of you broke in. You had to make an effort to hold in your nervous giggle as you scaled the magnolia tree and landed on the mossy lawn of the prehistoric trail, which was lined with ZZ plants and ferns with curling fronds. Sneaking your way through the trail and across the lawn of irsis leads you past the desert exhibit and to a greenhouse that honored the terrain of the eastern colony you called home.

The air was warm but much dryer thanks to the special ventilation system, but despite the heavy humidity missing from the air, the small shrub like plants thrived in the rocky soil, filling the air with the fragrant and aromatic scent of rosemary, lavender, and heathers.

You remember how a knot built in the back of your throat as you ran your fingers over the woody rosemary bush, taking in the earthy pine-like scent. Dae sat with you and listened to you go on about your childhood home for hours.

The giant rosemary bushes that were planted around your house were a staple in your kitchen and bathroom growing up. Your mother was always placing sprigs in her hair products, using it as her own perfume.

You told her the story of how your dad always tried to recreate your mother's french toast recipe on your birthday, but he always forgot to sweeten it so it just tasted like egg bread.

You told her stories of how your father courted your stepmom and how you watched them fall in love again, and build a new family together. One you didn’t fit into as snuggly, not for lack of love in your home, but because you were so much older than your siblings and you had your own dreams and life you were ready to find in Alcor.

Dae held you when you cried, then jokingly played the national anthem to Gautier on her cell phone. You guys laughed and danced around the greenhouse as she struggled to keep up with the lyrics.

The memory brought warmth to your chest years later, just like all the other memories with Daewon. But beneath the warmth, a sharp ache still lingered. Daewon wasn’t perfect by any means; she had a temper like her brother, and she could brood like no other.

But she was good. Daewon was good and fun and she loved so fiercely and encouraged and celebrated her friends. She was the type of person to buy you an ice cream after you failed a test and a cake if you passed.

She was the first person to encourage and support you in your adult life, even in scandalous situations like bringing you a spare set of clothes to the frat house so your walk of shame was a bit less shameful the next morning.

“God I miss her,” you sighed as you approached the magnolia.

“Me too. Every day.” Hoseok agreed quietly as he watched you scale the branches.

He was a worry wort and always made you go first in case you slipped.

“Did Daeown ever know? About BTS?” you asked curiously as both climbed higher in the magnolia tree.

“She knew some of it, like selling the spare car parts, and she could obviously guess some more once I got the tattoo, but she didn’t know everything.” He offered as you reached the branch just past the tall fence that protected the gardens.

‘She didn’t know I shot people,’ she could almost hear Hoseok say.

You ducked low as you approached the branch that led into the garden. Grabbing onto the limb above you to balance yourself, you carefully made your way forward as the branch dipped under your weight.

“Careful,” Hoseok warned.

“Whatever,” you said, rolling your eyes as you let go of the limb stabling you, tightening your core as you jumped from the tree. It was less than a 5-foot drop, but you kept your knees bent as you landed, feeling the impact reverberate back into your legs. You hissed as the pins and needles feeling swarmed the balls of your feet.

“You gotta tuck and roll,” Hosek laughed as you wattled out of his way.

You watched as he lowered himself on the branch the muscles in his body tensed before he sprung forward, extending his legs with his knees still slightly bent.

You sometimes forget the athleticism Hoseok hones in his body. You take for granted how smooth and precise his movements are. It was something you still couldn't quite replicate when you trained with Jungkook. But as you admired your friend, you wondered if he was responsible for training Jungkook to master his own smooth agility.

As his feet touched the ground, he pushed his momentum forward, curling into a ball and rolling across the grass.

“Ow fuck!” he exclaimed as he backrolled over a raised root of a nearby tree.

“And that's why I don’t tuck and roll,” you teased, walking towards him, the ach in your legs nearly forgotten.

You wandered out of the exhibit and towards the iris lawn. Dae’s favorite flowers were blue irises. She used to always pick a few of the flowers any time they visited the garden and keep a vase of them in the dorm room.

“You know they’re bulbed plants one day, we can go to the store and get our own,” Hoseok suggested.

“It’s not the same she says they smell better when they’re picked from the garden here,” you insisted.

“It’s not like she’ll be smelling these,” Hoseok grumbled under his breath but obliged when you held out your hand for his pocket knife.

The theft was quick and efficient. You cut loose five of the flower's long stems and returned back to the fence. Taking care that the flowers were unharmed as you shimmied up one of the trellises.

You were both back in the car within 15 minutes and driving down the road to her grave. The visit was a quiet one. Not tearful like in years past, and for a moment as the two of you kneeled and placed the flowers against the tombstone, you didn’t know if either of you were going to speak at all.

“Do you think you’ll ever leave the city,” Hoseok asked quietly.

You looked at him, startled, “You know my dream is to be a travel doctor,” you replied.

“Is that still your dream?” He asked.

You were quiet for a moment, your eyes searching his face for any indication of where he was going with this.

“Y/N, you were determined once. Focused. You lived and sacrificed for that dream and would never jeopardize it. And lately, you’ve-” You closed your eyes as you caught on to his intentions.

“Continued to sacrifice for it,” you interrupted him, “everything I’ve done, the debt I have isn’t so I can play gangster. It’s so I can finish school. The moment I graduate and the moment I pay off my debt, I’m leaving the city.” You assured.

“You could leave now,” he urged.

“Take a residency somewhere I know your grades are good enough for that accelerated program.”

“I can’t run out on my debt. They will find me.” You hissed.

“They won’t. Jungkook will pull RM off your trail, and they can’t send me after you. I would go with you. You’re the only family I have.” Hoseok pushed his voice urgent, “Things are getting bad. There’s a turf war brewing, and the Black Tips aren’t working alone. I don’t think that man who came after you tonight is from the west side. If power players from the East are involved, this whole city will go to shit. This isn’t a petty fight; people will die. The inner circle and whoever is affiliated with them will have a target on their back.”

“What about Yoongi?” You asked.

Your question was double-sided. You knew about Hoseok’s feelings for him and his unwillingness to move on from him over the years. Hoseok was always privet with the gang side of his life, but even before you knew of BTS, you knew of Yoongi and the web of feelings he carried with him. And you also knew of the second's ability to track down and find anyone. If RM wanted either of you dead, Yoongi would find you in a heartbeat and probably had the skill set to dispose of you himself, too.

Hoseok's eyes downcast “He would let us go.”

“You’re expecting a lot of loyalty from someone you plan to betray.” You pushed.

“You’re putting up a hard fight for someone who claims they don’t have a real reason to stay,” he pressed back.

You looked away from your best friend. The man who treated you like his own sister from the beginning. Who was ready to give everything up and run to make sure you were safe.

Why weren’t you willing to give up your fraction of this world in return?

“Perhaps things are more complicated than I give myself credit for. I kissed Jungkook, and I can’t just leave until I figure that out.” You admitted embarrassed. You braced yourself for the teasing or the anger. But Hoseok's face was calm as he responded his eyes ernst and urgent.

“I fucked Yoongi,” Hoseok countered. “If I don’t leave now. I never will.”

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[spaceshipellie]

Prompt: don’t talk to strangers or you might fall in love

Ellie plssss mb like a slow burn, angst bc Ellie isn’t ready to be vulnerable leading to fluff to smut 💗

Can be tlou universe or modern

“don’t talk to strangers or you might fall in love”

pairing: ellie x reader

summary/warnings: modern au, situationship, emotionally unavailable ellie, angst then fluff

you never meant to fall for her. her laugh, her smile, the way she kissed you hello and goodbye, touched you when no one was around. you knew she would never see you as anything more than “fun” and you promised yourself you could handle it. now, you could only scoff at your foolishness.

she hadn’t made it easy to keep her at arms length though. she was a magnetic force and a stab in the back all in one. the way she’d contradict her soft touch by telling you, “you know i’m not ready for a relationship, baby.” the way she’d contradict her distant behaviour by telling you, “i’ve never met anyone like you, you make me so happy.”

to say it didn’t hurt would be a lie, but you felt responsible for getting involved in the first place. which is why you had never said anything before tonight.

“you’re so fucking selfish!” you screamed.

“i’ve always been upfront with you about what i want, not my fault you can’t handle it,” she screamed back.

“well, i think you’re a liar.”

“oh do you?”

you both stood on opposite sides of her living room. the lighting dim with half drunk rum and cokes on the coffee table.

“yeah, i do. you’re so afraid, ellie. you put on this big, tough act and pretend you don’t care at all but that’s impossible.”

“i don’t need to pretend.” her voice was low and tense. it was jarring compared to your shrill tone.

“so nothing since we met ever meant anything to you?”

“that’s not what i said.”

“then what the fuck are you saying? huh?”

god, part of you wanted to throttle her. she huffed and dragged a hand down her face.

“why the fuck are you bringing this up? i thought we were good.”

“because i don’t know how to read you, ever! and i’m sick of making myself feel like an idiot.”

“i’m not trying to make you feel like an idiot.”

“that’s awfully big of you,” you snapped.

“jesus, fuck. what do you want from me?”

you paused and shook your head. you felt sick and honestly wished you hadn’t said anything. but then you would have spent another six months in silence, tearing yourself up about your feelings.

“i just… i know you never wanted anything serious and neither did i but,” you stopped.

“but what?”

“but… i don’t know, after this long i thought that maybe…”

“i’d have feelings for you?”

your head snapped up to look at her.

“oh, don’t be fucking mean. seriously ellie, i’m not in the mood.”

“i’m not, i mean…” she stopped.

“what?”

silence.

“just tell me otherwise i’ll just leave and you can be on your own like you always want to–“

“i might…” she cut you off. you waited, impatiently.

“i think i might,” she twisted her sweaty hands together, “like you.”

you stared at her, dumbfounded.

“don’t mess with my head, ellie, i swear.”

“i’m not,” she rushed over to you and took your hands.

“i know what i said when we first met and at the time it was true, i didn’t want anything serious,” she took in a shaky breath, “but things have changed and if i’m being honest with you, it scares the shit out of me.”

you looked at her wavering eyes. “why?”

“because i’m not, i wouldn’t, i’m scared i’d fuck it up if we got serious and i wouldn’t want to do that to you.”

you let her confession soak in, thinking carefully about how to respond. you didn’t want to just leap into her arms like a lost puppy but you also wanted what she was saying to be true.

“please say something?” she pleaded after your long silence.

“ellie, i understand being scared, i’m scared! but you shouldn’t let that hold you back from what you want.” your stomach dropped in anticipation.

“i want to be with you, properly.”

she lifted your hands up to wrap around her neck and placed her own on your waist. you tried not to smile too hard just yet.

“is that you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“yes,” she smiled and you kissed her. she held you closer as you deepened it.

“is that you saying yes?” she mumbled against your lips.

“yes.”

an: i didn’t write it leading to smut but you can imagine that’s where it was heading. hope you like it <3

[wonjnz]

drunk on (the thought of loving) you

₊˚⊹ summary: five years of loving hanbin can be told within taking five shots.

₊˚⊹ genre: angst (idk if this is even sad at all.. VV SLICE OF LIFE), best friend!hanbin, collegel!au | wc: 2.2k

₊˚⊹ warning(s): swearing, mentions of drinking | inspo: that’s what you get - paramore

₊˚⊹ a/n: idk this was kinda scrapped last month .. i’ll just post this bc i wanna keep this acc alive!!!

i. the first shot

you vividly remember watching hanbin crying in the driver’s seat.

you were the first person he called right after he got dumped by his now ex-girlfriend; and all you could do was watch and offer him a few tissues from the passenger’s side, occasionally offering a “she wasn’t all that, anyway.” whenever hanbin would rant about how much he wasted his love on her just to get ghosted.

“i don’t know anymore, y/n. am i that dumb to not notice she isn’t into me?” he asks despite his throat dry from crying, looking at you.

and that’s when you had that damn cheesy realization the moment you looked at hanbin again — the realization where you’ve stupidly fallen for your long-time best friend and that stupid, high school love you’ve been trying to avoid for all these years slowly dawns on you now despite both of you in college.

you shrug your feelings off for the meantime, “of course not. plus, you deserve someone way better.” you assure him.

the moment you arrive home, you’ve had the whole night to confirm that you were, in fact, helplessly in love with sung hanbin.

you don’t even know how it started — maybe it was during the one time he tiredly slept on your shoulder while on the way home from a field trip, or the way he’d always invite and mention you everywhere and anytime he could to the point even his friends thought you were together, and you don’t even dare try to remember how he said “i’ll love you whenever nobody is there to do it.” that one night during your nightly calls.

and as if that wasn’t already a big wave enough, zhang hao’s reaction to it felt like a tsunami.

“say you’re kidding right now.” zhang hao says in disbelief at your confession the next day, putting his drink down to focus solely on you. “you, liking your — our best friend since middle school, right after his ass got dumped?”

you frown and shrug as a reply, “i don’t know, everything just clicked that time. i think that’s like three years worth of having to interpret his mixed signals towards me.”

zhang hao sighs at your confused state, taking a sip from his coffee before speaking up, “so you’ve liked him for at least three years now?”

slowly nodding, you put your head in your hands. “god, i’m such a fucking dumbass, hao.” you say exasperatedly as you dread the day you’d grow tired and finally confess to hanbin,

“you think you’ll try talking to him about it soon?”

“i don’t think i’ll ever have the guts to tell him, hao.” you say defeatedly, looking down at your phone to see that hanbin sent another really long rant about his ex. “not when he’s still fresh out of a relationship, that’s for sure.”

“i’m just scared that once i confess, i’ll ruin everything. i’ll ruin us.”

you felt helpless, hopeless even, just the mere thought of seeing hanbin’s pitiful reaction at your confession is enough to make you pass out in the bustling cafe you were in. what more when he’ll start distancing himself days after? you were terrified.

zhang hao waves your fear off nonchalantly, “you’ll never know. what if you’re in some kind of drama and this could be your chance?” he tries to lighten the mood, smiling victoriously when you raise your eyebrows at him.

“don’t feed into my delusions hao,” you roll your eyes at him. “i'll just tell him once i'm over from this whole dumb ‘liking your best friend’ thing.”

“by the looks of it, i don't think that's happening anytime soon.”

you scoff and playfully hit zhang hao’s shoulder, receiving a small scowl from him, “but you gotta admit, we make a good pair,”

“he just doesn't love me that way.”

ii. the second shot

sometimes you wish you weren’t too adamant on hanbin drinking his heartbreak out, especially now that you’re left with a drunk-out-of-his-mind hanbin in your apartment. (you mentally curse zhang hao for leaving earlier than expected.)

the night started off with the three of you making a toast to hanbin moving on, which then evolved into a mini ranting session about going into college life, then a sudden karaoke break, zhang hao leaving after, and now this.

you’re both slouched on the dining table, arms serving as your only pillow because for some reason you can’t walk over to your sofa, and with no knowledge of time as you ramble on about the most random topics you could think of.

hanbin hums amusingly, “y’know, even if you say nobody is there to love you, i’m always here as your best friend.” his words slurred and groggy. and even with the amount of alcohol in your system numbing your senses, you still felt that little sting in your heart, you only laugh as a reply.

“so you'll only ever see me as a friend?”

you hear him hum lowly, “of course, what else would i think of you as?”

right, of course.

“not even more than a friend?” you, or the alcohol in your system, ask again. hanbin slowly hums again, the sound softening until you're met with nothing but the sound of the bustling city outside your apartment.

a few minutes passed by and you finally gain the strength to at least sit up, the sight of hanbin sleeping coming in full view — his slight pout, light breathing with a few snores here and there, and ruffled hair was honestly a sight you wished you could look at forever. but you swear the longer you stared at him, that god-awful feeling of regret starts to feel even stronger than before.

but that night, you fell in love with sung hanbin for a second time.

iii. the third shot

“you know, we started talking again.” hanbin shares through the phone, going silent as he expects some reaction. no way.

you shift in your seat, “seriously? didn’t you say you officially moved on like what, two years ago?” hanbin smiles sheepishly to himself before saying, “she messaged me last night, so i replied. we talked the whole time i barely slept.”

“we’ll hang out a bit after this actually! you wanna join us?” he offers innocently, your heart receiving a jab this time when you noticed how excited his voice seemed just at the mere thought of seeing her, you knew hanbin well enough to know he was madly in love yet again.

you stay silent for a few minutes before speaking up, “you guys have fun, i don’t wanna be the third-wheel between you two.” hanbin mumbles a small ‘awe,’ before eventually ending the call to get ready.

next thing you know, you’re on facetime with zhang hao bawling your eyes out about what just happened. “see i told you, he’s still hung up on her.” he says while walking around his apartment.

genuinely speaking you don’t know what’s worse, the harsh truth zhang hao was telling or the way you could barely hear his voice due to the amount of muffling and moving he’s doing.

“did you see the way he’s talking about her? he’s literally the most obvious man alive.”

“you’re really not helping me here hao.”

“right, sorry.” zhang hao immediately shuts up, humming a bit before speaking up again. “i know it’s not easy, but at least try to move on from him, y’know?” he says, his voice filled with sympathy at your state.

before you could speak up zhang hao continues on, “it’s not possible, i know, or — i don’t know, just tell him so you can get that burden off, i’m sure he’ll understand anyway.”

you groan at the thought of confessing, “are those really my only choices?”

“unless you wanna live with getting hurt over and over again, yeah.” zhang hao shrugs.

you sigh at his advice, he was right after all, but every time you remember your friendship is at stake; you back out at the last minute. “i’ve been handling this for two years, hao, don’t you think i can handle two more?” zhang hao chuckles almost pitifully.

“of course not, you’ve been handling this whole hanbin thing for, correction, five years too long. you've genuinely gone batshit crazy.”

“honestly hao fuck you because was the last part really that necessary?”

iv. the fourth shot

god, you’re tired of hanbin’s constant compliments about her; how she’s the best person in the world, how she’s the prettiest girl he’s seen, how she’s so special and dear to him. almost every conversation you’ve had would always go back to something related about her, even if it meant the most absurd topics only you three would know. the topic could be about how zhang hao got lost in the middle of a forest and hanbin would still tie it back to her.

hell, he even mentions her even while drinking.

but you’ve handled it for five years now, so what’s the difference?

the three of you were celebrating your graduation in zhang hao’s apartment, the bouquet from your parents laying on the sofa while your togas were thrown across the room while zhang hao’s coffee table was filled with a bunch of soju and shot glasses you bought from a nearby convenience store.

“thank god we’re finally graduates, i can finally escape from all those girls taking candid pictures of me.” zhanghao sighs in relief the moment he starts downing his first drink of the night, pouring more.

“you sure? i already saw new fansites of you online, they’ll never leave you alone at this rate.” hanbin retorts, you chuckle at zhang hao's horror as he's frantically checking his twitter to see pictures of him at his graduation.

the night, cliché enough, felt like a dream. the three of you basking in the temporary freedom of adulthood before you start looking for work.

as it went on, you missed the days where you could look at hanbin without noticing the stars in his eyes, the days where you could still speak full coherent sentences whenever his attention is fully on you, and zhang hao noticed.

“it's just hard to say no to someone you really loved,” you hear hanbin say, zhang hao had brought up his ex (to your absolute horror and zhang hao's drunkenness) and you've been quiet the whole conversation.

“especially with her, it felt like i had no more to give but the moment we talked — there was still something left.”

you chuckle, not at him, but the way his words hit how you feel with hanbin right in the center. and yet you just can't refuse to give hanbin the little love you have left even when he's freely giving his own to someone else.

you take another shot to drown your feelings out more, “so you just can't say no, right?” you ask, seeing if he feels the same way.

hanbin smiles at you before nodding, placing his shot glass down to lean back on his chair. “yeah. you really can't.” he answers, confirming that you were both experiencing the same form of love. but painfully enough, just not towards each other.

god, was the truth so anticlimactic for you.

the way hanbin talks about her with the same lovestruck eyes whenever you talk about him to zhang hao, how you notice the little things in hanbin the way he also notices the little things in her — you knew it from the start.

but to see it slapped to your face despite knowing how it'll end, just felt like reality slowly kicking in the more drinks you take.

and now, under zhang hao's dim apartment lights, you realized that the truth that sung hanbin will never see you as more than his most cherished best friend since middle school, really does hurt.

you swear you were just drinking your first shot, but when you woke up to find yourself on zhang hao's bed; a loud snore coming from the living room and—

v. the fifth shot

“you awake?”

shit.

quickly turning to hanbin's figure by the bedroom door despite the pounding headache, you slowly nod. “just woke up actually.”

as you slowly look at hanbin by the bedroom door, you immediately remember the day you realized your feelings for him — his face puffy from crying yet still so pretty under that orange sunset glow, his hands that’d usually tap on the steering wheel when he was starting to calm down again, and the way his shirt was so wrinkled in one specific area from all the bunching.

it felt almost too poetic to have that sort of realization under the sunset in his car, almost as if you’re bidding goodbye to the days you used to look at him as just your best friend.

so you, or the remaining alcohol in your system figured, rather, that you make use of the sunrise to finally welcome the harsh truth of confessing to him.

and you did.

“i love you.”

you’re met with nothing but silence, looking down to save yourself from bawling your eyes out in front of him.

“i’ve loved you for five years, hanbin. five fucking grueling years.” you manage to croak out, not noticing the way hanbin slowly makes his way towards you, nor the way his eyes significantly soften when he sees zhang hao’s sheets slowly staining from your tears.

a few minutes pass without much happening, the room only filled with the sounds of your sniffling.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” hanbin whispers, eventually embracing you to at least bring some comfort. but to his dismay, his actions just made you cry even harder; not because you just got rejected, but because of how soft his voice and embrace was it felt like he was pitying you.

in his defense, who wouldn’t? you loved him for so long, despite knowing he’s still hung up on his ex-girlfriend and regardless will still see you as his most precious best friend. all he could do at the moment was continuously say ‘i’m sorry’ whenever you cling onto his shirt tighter as support.

as you continue to cry in his embrace, you realized that under the sunset, you were there to comfort hanbin. but as you’re both waiting for the sunrise, you figured he’ll never be the one there for you like he promised.

[mona-tiktak]

ok so we know robin has the "you rule, you suck" board in v3 where she keeps track of steve absolutely failing to get dates.

what if, and hear me out, steve purposely bombed. not bc he was still hung up on nancy or bc he lost all his charisma.

but bc he was scared of getting close to anyone again. scared that he would start a relationship to drag them into the shit with the upside down. scared thay it would only blow up in his face. scared to be called fake or bullshit.

in v2 where nancy calls him bullshit, and says they werent in love, that it wasnt real and then she goes to cheat on him.

that had to have had a lasting impact on him. he purposely acts like "king steve" to get the disgusted looks, the let downs, the what have yous. he acted put out by not getting a date but in reality he was happy they turned him down, relieved even.

i also have this thought that eddie, max and eleven are really the only ones who notice that the sigh he lets out is not actually a sigh of defeat but rather relief. not dustin bc hes away at camp. this leads to another hc. still in same universe as this.

it would change the confession scene in the bathroom after the russian truth serum. making it go differently.

the scene would go a lil something like this:

There's a shuffling in the stall next to Steve followed by a huff, "Fuck it," is muttered softly.

"Have you ever been in love before?" Robin asked, demanded even.

Steve lets out a scornful snort before replying "Once, with Nancy Wheeler."

"That priss?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "Though priss is not the word I'd use to describe her."

"Are you still in love with her?" Robin's voice was curious, soft.

"No. Definitely not," he said, staring at the ceiling. The room may have stopped spinning but the lights still looked like stars to him with left eye swollen shut and the pounding in his head. "Haven't been since that Halloween night, I think, honestly."

"Oh?"

"Let's just say Nancy is a bit of a mean drunk and the feelings that I thought were returned, weren't."

He pulled his eyes away from the lights above and stared down at his hands. His left pointer finger was crooked and felt as it were on fire every time he so much as grazed it. The knuckles on his right hand hurt in a way they hadn't after his fight with Billy. Flexing his right hand sent a flare of blistering pain across the back of his hand, up his forearm and now the knuckles moved in a strange way.

There was another shuffle from behind him and suddenly a hand encompassed his wrist. He looked over and saw Robin's face, her expression was pinched.

"I'm sorry," she croaked out.

"It's okay."

"It's really not."

He barked out a laugh and shrugged. "It's not, but it will be."

She nodded sagely. He looked back at his left hand again, this time looking closer at the middle finger. The interrogater had ripped it off in an effort to get the answers he wanted but Steve hadn't cracked. His only goal during all the pain was to keep the others safe.

"Dustin said something to be about needing to find my Suzie."

"Suzie?" she questioned, one eyebrow arched.

"Some girl he met during his trip away, I'm not entirely sure she exists but that's besides the point," he said. "Pretty sure the little shit was trying to say was I need to find my own Suzie. At first I didn't really want to. I mean I thought that Nancy Wheeler had been my Suzie and she broke my heart and that's not an experience I want to relive in all honesty."

He stopped and looked down at her, "I think I understand what he meant now."

"Steve," she whispered stricken, her face pale. The palest it had been in the last two days, really. "What are you saying?"

"I mean I meet the most awesome girl this summer. One who isn't afraid to speak her mind as well as four languages and who helped me keep two dumb, smartass kids safe, what about that doesn't seem like someone I wan-"

"I'm a lesbian," she interrupted loudly. Her hand still gently clutching his wrist. "That thing about Mrs. Click's class and the staring wasn't because I was obsessed with you but because she was and I couldn't stand it." Tears had begun to well in her wide eyes but she made no move to wipe them away. "You always got crumbs everywhere and always asked the most ridiculous questions and I wanted her to look at me like she looked at you."

"Mrs. Click?" he asked, with equal measure shock and concern and Robin let out a wet snort of laughter.

"Oh my god no!" she exclaimed. "Tammy, Tammy Thompson."

"Ah, ok. That makes more sense," he chortled softly. Robin's hand disappeared from his wrist and he took the opportunity to slip his hand into hers. "If you had let me finished before you so rudely interrupted me. You would've known that I want you in my life but I didn't mean it romantically Robin. I want you in it as a friend."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"It doesn't bother you?" she asked, after a moment.

"Does what bother me?"

"That I'm a lesbian?"

"No, it doesn't," he replied. "However you could do so much better than Tammy Thompson, she's a total dud."

it continues to follow canon from there. sorry if its a bit sloppy i havent written in a while but i hope you enjoyed.

[dizscreams]

hiii love, i hope you’re having a great day/night! i’m back at it again with another mindy request! (for this the reader and mindy have been pining after each other for awhile!)

okayyy so i’m thinking this is where ghostface attacks everyone in the apartment and instead of anika, the reader gets stabbed, along with mindy ofc. while danny sets up the ladder, the reader and mindy start fretting over each other and trying to put pressure on each other’s wounds because they’re panicking and don’t want to lose each other. the readers wounds are so bad that they think they’re gonna die at this point so they convince mindy to cross the ladder first. but when the reader is crossing it, ghostface starts shaking the ladder. mindy panicks and tries to cross the ladder again to pull the reader through the window. ofc mindy saved the reader cuz she’s a badass <33 afterwards they’re finally confessing bc they were so scared the other would die:(( just angst to comfort and fluff!! and pls feel free to add anything to this! i like when we collab with our ideas :D

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HI DARLING! :) I love that you don’t mind me adding random things to your requests 😭 your ideas are just so brilliant that you get my brain and my own ideas flowing 🤭 but anyways this idea is beautiful and I love it! hope you enjoy <3

I wont let anything happen to you — Mindy Meeks ★

PAIRING: Mindy x gn!reader

SUMMARY: It’s the apartment scene and instead of Anika getting hurt really bad it’s you! You go across the ladder Ghostface tries and kills you but Mindy saves you. After all of that you both confess to each other and it’s a happy little ending :)

WARNINGS: stabbing and blood

(btw there are definitely tons of mistakes just ignore them 😭)

You were sitting on the couch with Anika, she was studying while you were watching TV. The Core 4 were talking and laughing at the dinner table. Mindy always looked so pretty when she laughed. You’ve had this enormous crush on her for like forever but always assumed she never felt the same since there were no signals telling you otherwise.

Everyone had turned silent because of the noises in Quinn’s room.

“My god Quinn and her gentleman caller are back at it again” Tara says and they all begin to laugh. The notifications of everyone at the tables phones puts a stop to their laughter and they all give each other a confused look.

Immediately after that Quinn starts screaming and shouting from her room and you all stand up running near her door. Chad is behind Tara protectively and Mindy is beside you. The noises become silenced and all Mindy says is

“Run”

In a flash, Ghostface pushes Quinn’s dead body out the door and it lands on Anika knocking her over. She starts screaming and Tara and Chad make a run for it out of the door. Anika quickly gets up and runs after them, not wanting to be apart of what’s happening.

Ghostface is standing there watching while Mindy mutters a curse under her breath. Ghostface quickly slashes Mindy’s arm and she falls while Sam moves out of the way. “Mindy!” you shout and then turn to Ghostface “You stay the fuck back!” You’re on the ground too at this point and try your best to hit and kick him away.

This Ghostface is so much stronger than you however and they end up pinning you to the ground and choking you. Sam runs to get a knife from the kitchen but they’re all gone so she grabs the knife block instead. Ghostface lifts you up and holds you against the fireplace while Mindy’s holding her arm and groaning in pain.

He stabs you in the stomach and you cry out in pain. “NO” Mindy says while she struggles to get up. Ghostface starts pulling the knife upwards in your stomach. You yell out even louder and you’re pretty sure the whole apartment can hear you.

Mindy’s screaming and crying at this point and Sam comes running and hits Ghostface with the knife block. Ghostface drops to the ground while you stand there and hold your stomach with tears rushing down your face.

Sam and Mindy help you run into Quinn’s bedroom and Sam locks the door while Mindy sits you on the edge of Quinn’s bed. Ghostface is banging and kicking on the door and Sam’s trying to keep it shut. You and Mindy are holding your wounds and Mindy put her arm around you without her realizing it.

Ghostface suddenly stops pounding on the door and Sam gets worried.

“Mindy! Close the bathroom door” she whispers while Mindy’s nodding and getting up from the bed. She makes it in and yells “FUCK! That guys dead!” As Ghostface runs in the bathroom and Sam rushes in to help Mindy close the door. They end up going to close the other bathroom door that lead back into Quinn’s room.

Mindy locks it and Sam scoots Quinn’s dresser in front of it to keep Ghostface out and buy her time to think of a plan. You can’t do much other than hold your stomach and look at all the blood rushing out of you. You couldn’t survive this there was no way.

Ghostface kicks and punches the door trying to get it open while Sam and Mindy are putting their back to the dresser to try and put more force. Sam notices her boyfriend out of his window from the other building waving his hands and goes towards the window in Quinn’s room to try and find a way out of this.

“Mindy- Mindy are you doing” you trail off not being able to focus “-okay are you okay?”

“I’m fine! Don’t worry about me please just try and keep pressure on your stomach!”

She struggles to speak as Ghostface is still kicking the door trying to get it open and your hands are shaking so bad you think they might fall off. You look over at the window to see Danny putting a ladder across both apartment windows.

Sam speaks quick not wanting to waste any more time “You two go first!”

“No, I need to hold the door! You go and I’ll get Y/N next!”

“Mindy-“

“GO!”

Sam crawls across slowly and starts leaning a bit until Danny helps her level the ladder evenly.

“You’re losing a lot of blood!” Mindy tells you

You struggle to respond but come up with “Say something more POSITIVE!”

Sam makes it across and starts yelling at you to come across next. Mindy gets away from the door and goes to you saying, “Listen to me you have to go first”

“I cant- i cant”

“You have to!”

“No Mindy no! You go I’ll be right behind you I promise”

Ghostface starts kicking on the door with more force and Mindy looks at the door and back to you with panicked eyes before chastely kissing your head. She climbs out the window and starts crawling on the ladder.

Ghostface gets an arm out of the door and into the room swinging the knife around trying to cut something.

You start crying even more and look to see Mindy making her way up across the ladder. You go to get up and you turn to now see Ghostface in the crack of the door as he’s still trying to kick it open. With horror you move as fast as you can out the window.

You look at how high up you are and start shaking your head “No- No I cant, I can’t do it”

A bunch of ‘yes you can’ and ‘hurry’ comes from the others and you slowly start to move across the ladder. Without you knowing Ghostface had made it into the room. Everyone immediately shut up and that alarmed you.

“What?”

“Y/N YOU HAVE TO MOVE RIGHT NOW” Mindy shouts. You turn around to see Ghostface standing there looking at you. You start yelling ‘NO!’ in terror.

Everyone was yelling at you to move, your stomach was screaming in agony, and you were making small progress on the ladder not thinking you would make it.

But regardless of your doubts and your anxious thoughts you kept moving and were halfway there before Ghostface plunged his knife at the bottom of the window and grabbed the ladder.

He began shaking it and you were screaming in terror along with everyone else.

“Guys I don’t want to die!” You sobbed.

“You wont!” Mindy yells back to you as she goes out the window ignoring Sam’s screams for her to turn back. She wasn’t going to let you die. She couldn’t. She goes back on the ladder and grabs your hand.

“Cmon!”

Ghostface starts shaking more aggressively but you guys are so close Mindy won’t back out now. You guys quickly crawl and Sam and Danny do their best to hold on to the ladder and Mindy so you both don’t slip.

You’re dizzy from all the blood you’ve lost and all the screaming and all the commotion that’s happening right now. With a slight tilt of the ladder you freeze as you think this is the end but Mindy had made it back into the window and was now dragging you in.

Sam and Danny help you onto the ground and Ghostface gives the ladder a few hits in defeat before grabbing his knife and turning away.

You’re immediately in Mindy’s arms as she’s crying and hugging you tightly not wanting to let go. You both couldn’t believe you were alive right now. You sobbed into her chest and let her hold you not caring that you were in so much pain it was unreal.

“Mindy I was so scared” you weep.

“I know, I know you were. I was too.”

Sam quickly gets you both and says “cmon I think the police are here.”

fast forward a littleee!

.・゜゜・★・゜゜・．

You woke up in a hospital bed with Mindy by your side.

“Oh thank god, I’m so glad you’re awake” she squeezed your hand. “Hi” you smile and she smiles back at you.

“Is your arm okay?”

“With all the pain you’re probably experiencing right now you’re still worried about me?”

“Of course I am, min. I really care about you.” A shy smile creeping on both of your faces.

Right. This was the moment. This was when Mindy was going to confess to you. She thought it’d be kinda romantic-ish you both almost died together but she saved you and now you were both in a hospital room alone! What could go wrong? Besides the fact you probably didn’t feel the same but she was willing to risk it.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something.”

She sounded serious. “Yeah? What’s up?”

Here goes nothing

“I like you. I like you as in more than a friend. You’re just so charming and funny and just gorgeous. You’ve always been by my side and you’re such a compassionate person. I don’t think I’ve met anyone like you before and that’s what makes you stand out to me.” She looks at your stunned eyes and panics “This was so stupid of me I’m sorry I know this isn’t the right time-“

You cut her off by kissing the hand she was still holding yours with. “I like you too, Mindy. In a more than a friend kind of way.” You said teasing her a little.

With both of you grinning she leaned in and you followed her movement causing you both to share a kiss.

She pulls away and said “I’m so glad you made it, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to tell you that.”

You giggled before responding, “me too.”

OMG IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONGG. I hope you like it and that it wasn’t too much 😭 this is probably gonna be the only thing I write tonight I’m sorry :(

[swordmaid]

The Jb Confession Scene from that post canon au is set on some field and there’s a slight rain … grass is still wet from the morning dew not gonna lie in my head it’s like 2005 pride and prejudice scene with Darcy walking through the fog except it’s jaime running through the mud in his pjs with the letter in his hand (like in persuasion!) and he looks so panicked and kind of afraid and I also have this idea that he has a slight limp post war bc his leg got damaged and I like the idea of brienne - despite being in her feelings rn - the moment she notices it’s jaime running after her she’s like oh .. then she notices he’s running and now starting to limp bc she knows his leg is now acting up she’s like oh!!!! makes the horse walk towards him so he doesn’t have to run any more further even though SHE’S the one who’s supposed to be running away. and the whole confession scene is like jaime asking her if he’s displeased her in anyway, or if he has offended, and she’s like no ofc not. he’s like then why are you leaving?? and tbh he’s BIG mad that she would just leave like that bc their relationship are worth more than saying an informal goodbye on paper!!! like hello that’s so rude!!! if u want to leave you have to say, and you have to leave through the front door and not sneak out the back end and in the route that he showed her btw. and there’s more to this dialogue btw but my pre sleep daydreams has NOT filled that in yet but I’m just imagining jaime starts to figure out why she’s so upset (she brings up the whole tourney for a lord lannister in kl and he’s gonna get married) and he’s like.. wait. WAIT. the math is mathing. brienne is upset bc she doesn’t like the idea of him marrying someone else = she’s JEALOUS…. now he can’t help it … he’s smiling and laughing at the thought bc it feels sauuurrr fucking good to know that the person you’ve been trying to get it on with hates the idea of you being with someone else and he’s like why are you so mad brienne (trying not to smile but FAILING) and she’s like well you’re just making fun of me now so I’m going to actually GO and he’s like noo you’re not allowed to leave until you tell me why you’re mad (now laughing and his dimples are showing so brienne gets more frustrated at the sight of them) then more stuff in between. I think. Anyway. In the end it’s jaime going like brienne - if you want me, you have to tell me. and you have to get off that horse (he’s been trying to make her get off that horse but she’s being stubborn) and tell me you want to be with me. and when she finally jumps off he kisses her immediately - way before she says she wants to be with him bc he’s impatient and the thought of brienne actually leaving scared him so bad

[seonghwaddict]

Hii

Im sad that nsn will be discontinued but i totally understands how it is for you. Im glad you are doing whats better for you, take care!!

Also, could you give the whole big spoilers pls?? Like the ending and the climax of the story and anything you wanna share cuz ill try to complete it in my head lmao

hii thanks for understanding, and of course i’ll share some stuff with you!

i’m not sure where exactly to start, but i suppose you’re probably wondering how yn finds out about the whole vampire thing, so that’s where i’ll start..

basically, you know how san has blood intolerance and specifically needs type O negative blood? yeah so there’s a shortage at some point and he doesn’t have access to it. over time he gets sicker and sicker but he’s afraid of telling the guys that he’s running out of his personal stash; he doesn’t wanna worry them. of course, once it’s too bad they obviously notice and he confesses it. whole of the guys travel around to look for blood bags, while the other ones stay and take care of san.

obv, yn has no idea what’s going on so she’s both worried and just like ??? through some connections, yeosang is able to access medical files of people that attend their uni (he paid a shit load of money he’s standing on business fr) and starts looking for people with that blood type, just in case. he just so happens to stumble across yn’s file in his search, who has exactly what they need.

after a conversation with the guys, they decide to admit to what they are. when the conversation comes around, yn kinda giggles and thinks it’s a joke, however after a long conversation, she’s convinced. and so after hearing about san’s state and what he needs to get better, she doesn’t have to think twice about offering herself.

anyways san gets better after that and the guys n yn grow closer than ever.

as for the climax

her friend, daniel, is also a vampy and is lowk obsessed with her but has been able to hide it alarmingly well. when he notices just how close she is to the guys, he tries his hardest to tuin their relationship and even kidnaps her (that might not be right because idk if it counts as kidnapping but i can’t think of a better word rn).

after like two days the guys realise they hadn’t heard from their fav girl in too long so some of them head to her apartment to check on her except she’s not there cuz she’s in a random cabin in the middle of a random forest with daniel.

throughout her stay there, while the guys are splitting themselves in half tryna find her, she grows more and more uneasy and tries to leave. daniel refuses to let her go and chains her up.

meanwhile, the guys interrogate her other friends to figure out where they could’ve possibly gone (they’ve alway smelled something fishy about daniel so it wasn’t hard to figure out who was responsible for her disappearance). sangmi mentions the cabin their little group goes to on some weekends, and then they’re immediately speeding to get there.

they kill daniel and save yn yay!

you’re probably also wondering how their romance ends up so..

obviously as time progresses, they all slowly but surely fall in love with yn and vice versa. for hongjoong tho, he was in denial for a long time. after the saved her he realised wow i rlly fucking like this girl and that scared him so he subconsciously distanced himself. he was partially afraid of losing her again bc he blames himself heavily for what happened to her and the trauma it cause for… certain reasons…

everyone caught on but the guys were aware of why but yn wasn’t cuz she’s a bit oblivious so one day she finds him in his room and decides to just ask what’s going on cuz she finally got him to look at her for the first time in like two weeks. she was afraid he was mad at her, and prepared herself for the worst, but then comes his 10 minute monologue confessing everything he feels and mentioning that the others feel the same way.

he’s crying but the end of his monologue and she can’t think of anything else to do but kiss him. anyways it’s a rlly cute scene i actually wrote it already cuz i was so excited for it.

and then after that they all gather to talk abt the elephant in the room and after a brief discussion they’re all dating and they live happily ever after.

[raviolirash]

One of the more difficult aspects of having a loved one who has experienced abuse is how often they lash out at/hurt you broke and during the healing process, and vice versa where it's not something you intent to do but it happens, and although Astarion is seen as this imperfect victim, I can't actually remember a moment in his romance where he hurts the PC (& I get why they didn't do this bc they weren't going for full realism in a fantasy game). And obvs not counting the first encounter when you barely know eachother or A!A, but people would never be able to handle him if he ever did lash out at/do something that hurt the PC, so imho he is kind of way more palatable than he's expected to be.

Welcome to another fever-induced ramble:

Yeah I fully agree with this actually. I'll dig around later but the closest it comes to mind is him going full manipulative in act 3 with the "you want what's best for me, surely" behavior.

Which to a person with a functioning brain looks like this:

There were some things in Early Access and one of the lines I wish they would have left in is when you try to comfort him with a hand on his shoulder early in the game, he snaps back with something like "Leave me alone and go back to your own wet dreams". That was great. I didn't play Early Access so there were probably a few more I'm unaware of.

But not to repeat what you said but: I would have loved to see it go even deeper, but considering that the fandom has thrown a conniption over the smallest character flaws, I think people's brains would Netherese Orb Blast if faced with anything deeper than what we got in the final product. As it is now, people's cursors are constantly hovering over that damn button.

For example. Look at how Lae'zel's been treated by the community. Twitter and TikTok (incidentally platforms mostly used by very young people in fandom circles) HATE her. She's just a scared 20-something year old in a foreign country, her being a Githyanki is a very deep part of her identity, [insert a paragraph about how Githyanki view mind flayers and tadpoles here]. If your Tav isn't a Githyanki, she is completely isolated and alone. With idiots doing dumb shit. With a worm in her head. And a goth cleric - based on what you can deduct - did a Lara Croft with something that is a deep part of her identity.

If you say "oh, I would be a positive and uplifting UwU person in that situation! I would be nice to people! There is no need to be a bitch!" 🎵You're a fucking liar lol.🎶

Anyway. My own headcanon cope is that post act 2 confession, Astarion is making an actual effort and doesn't want to lose the only light he has in his life. He has definitely swallowed back some scathing remarks but he knows how easily he can fuck things up. Hell. His Yurgir confession scene is him confessing a massive fuckup, admitting his feelings, and essentially gambling if he's going to get his heart broken or not. He doesn't want to make another huge fuckup I think.

As a bonus, the private fic I'm writing isn't without him being a giant asshole (from two different chapters, before realizing feelings).

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