#this had to have been rigged lmfao

[aroacettorney]

tbh i feel like ludger should have committed more nuanced but inexcusable atrocities unknown to people on the level of light yagami for this narrative / aup ending to work because otherwise it doesnt make any damn sense.

ludger during the international trial: i hereby plead guilty to identity impersonation, large-scale thievery, mass murders, torturing, and destruction of the holy bretus kingdom as the demon king. due to the magnitude of my crimes, i believe i deserve a death sentence.

jury group #1, elisa & wolford, who knew his identity was sus since ages ago and even helped him keep it hidden: ......

jury group #2, eileen & facius, who very definitely have often committed political assassinations in the shadow: ......

jury group #3, marias & mi6, whose job is literally torturing people for intel: ......

jury group #4, all knight captains of the exilion kingdom, who are known for mercilessly and indiscriminately eliminating every threat against the exilion royalty: ......

jury group #5, everyone who attended the holy war, voluntarily or involuntarily, and even lent a hand in killing the holy emperor themselves: ......

[mollyrolls]

idk how to make this into one cohesive thing I'm sorry tumblr user mollyrolls ily <3333

please god I need this for sakusa I am on my KNEES, gunslinger, wanted sign, you choose the overall theme just PLEASE go easy on me if it's angst I beg

here in LONESOME TOWN... @jadeoru and @nectardaddy are

✪ tied between a rock and a hard place

tags: sakusa x gn!reader, enemies to lovers, gunslinger, "left for dead", angst

warnings: implied abandonment, language, bodily harm, more i forget

an: too many words syndrome rears its head once more; thought too hard abt this, etc etc etc. sooo... this will be a part three lmfao. uhhh also not proofread or edited so be nice

wc: 881

PART ONE

mlist. ✪ event mlist.

“C’mon.”

“No.”

“We don’t have time for this.”

“I don’t care. I’m not going with you.”

Sakusa pinches his brow, clearly fed up with your antics. You’ve balked by his horse for the past five minutes, unable or unwilling to join him in the saddle to go home. 

Call it stubbornness, call it pride, whatever you want. You’d rather be back in the cave than be forced to ride with Kiyoomi for any period of time.

The heel of your boot slides against the gravel as you solidify your stance, arms crossed. 

Your final act of resistance seems to be the end of his patience, so he just shrugs. 

“Suit yourself.” 

He mounts the saddle in one fluid motion, barely giving you a courtesy look back. 

“I’ll probably end up at the inn just outside the canyons. If you manage to find your way out and come to your senses, find me there.”

With that, he spurred his horse on and they vanished into the inky darkness. Leaving you just as stranded as you were before. 

✪ ✪ ✪

“Stupid… Kiyoomi fucking… god.”

You’ve lost count of how long you’ve been out here. It’s been long enough that the sun has started to rise, alleviating some of the tension you’ve held all night. You felt safer knowing you had your gear, but a knife won’t do much good when a coyote’s already taken your leg off. 

It’s been a painful, restless night. And it’s your fault.

But that won’t stop you from blaming him. 

As you continue nudging the rock you’ve been kicking, you notice the road starts to change. Rather, the road starts to form in front of you. 

This means you’ll lose the tracks Kiyoomi left that you’d followed blindly, but at least you’re close enough to find something to eat. Maybe another stranger that can help you along, rather than be stuck riding with… him… all the way home.

A small building materializes on the horizon, large enough to be an inn of sorts. For the first time in ages, you start hoping to run into him again. 

It takes you a bit longer to get there, the building seeming more like a mirage the longer you walk. But you know this is at least the right track to getting home, so you trudge on.

Finally you approach the wooden building, and notice Sakusa’s horse tied up right outside. It’s impossible to miss. The all black coat, the memories lingering around her, the sleek saddle donning her back. 

Feeling a bit self conscious, you move towards the horse rather than the door. You’re not ready to eat crow quite yet.

“Hey there.”

Her ears whip around to identify you, but you know her tricks. She used to be yours, after all. 

Finding the crevice on her back that she loves the most, you start to pet her as a means of distraction.

“I… hmm. You were rig… I’m so- sorr. Ugh.”

Any attempts to prepare what you’re going to say fall short, feeling gross in your mouth.

You stay with her a bit longer, struggling to think of anything other than an insult directed towards him. After one particularly affectionate sigh from the horse, you momentarily consider stealing her back and leaving him stranded in the end. It would serve him right.

Rapidly deciding that this is the optimal decision, the two of you snap to attention when a floorboard creaks.

Sakusa is standing around the corner, looking caught. It seems like he’d been there longer than he’d let on and is silently swearing his readjustment. 

The open plains feel smothering as the two of you stand there once again, awfully reminiscent of past experiences. Last night, of course, and the night he broke your heart in the first place.

✪ ✪ ✪

You had noticed in your far off consciousness some movement to your left. It’s foggy, sleep was still overwhelming you, but you definitely felt the mattress rise as Sakusa left your side. 

Normally, you would have let it be. But gut feelings are nasty beasts, and even in your fitful sleep you could tell something was wrong. 

A few minutes passed, and he didn’t return. Not in the bathroom then. 

You had risen from the bed and followed his traces through the house. You finally came across him outside, untying your horse from her post.

“What are you doing?” You couldn’t help the accusatory tone that leaves you, despite trying to hold it back. 

He stills, reigns still gripped tight in his hands.

“I’ve… I’ve got a job outside of town. I shouldn’t be gone long.”

You had taken him for his word then. You knew what he did, and you knew it was not out of the ordinary to have an early morning assignment. 

You’d ignored the coiling in your stomach, kissed him goodbye, and returned to a fitful sleep. 

When he didn’t come back that morning, you’d naively assumed it was just taking longer than he thought.

When he didn’t come back the next morning, you’d accepted that he was dead.

But when you saw him just outside of town, three months later, galloping away at full speed atop your prized horse, you swore to all that was holy that you’d never forgive Sakusa Kiyoomi for breaking your heart.

to be continued...

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[swan-orpheus]

And another thing because my brain is not a light switch or the kitchen tap, thoughts are perpetually flowing...

Omega was far too handy at everything. Her successes and processes feel earned in earlier episodes, when she figures a thing out and uses her newfound knowledge. But in the finale...

it is bizarre and excessive how she can program the medical droid, carry out their plan with no real hitch (esp considering the literal armor that the Zillo has standing between them and certain danger), gain access to whatever terminal or keypad she needs when even Echo is barred from certain things. We barely have time to marinate in the Batch being captured (do not even get me started on that Decision) before she all too easily sneaks past the highly skilled assassins and hits a few keys to free her brothers. Problem solved.

But then you stop to think and go "well but if she had to pause or to figure out another way, we would have exceeded the show's run time and the epilogue would have been even more abbreviated"

The Batch does not get captured so that we can confront Hemlock or whoever and answer several looming questions rather than to unnecessarily provide yet another opportunity for Omega to rescue everyone.

What.

You don't need to rig things to show us that Omega is a badass. We already knew that and were shown it time and time again without weakening the surrounding plot and characters in order to do it.

I was so damned excited when she showed the force kiddos her pick and resolved to bust them out. I was expecting something on the level of her and Crosshair making a daring escape in Episode 3, and it just....sort of.....happens. Boom there's the shuttle. Shove Emerie and the kiddos into it, leave Tantiss with no obstacles, no ground control waiting to take a shot at you. Box ticked. Problem sorted. Next.

The narrative conveniences just start to pile up.

This also, to a lesser degree, happens with Echo who takes down opponents with an ease that is suspicious even for him. I just.

The most that I can say about the finale at this point is that it Got The Job Done. It ticked boxes. It got them safely off Tantiss. Of course it did not tick a few other glaring boxes but well.

I would argue that it doesn't really make for the most satisfying conclusion to what has been such a vastly underrated, gorgeous, brilliant, visually ground breaking, stirring, poignant series when it feels like you are handed a happy ending and then also told to shut up and just take your damned happy ending. Stop stirring your own feelings and then you won't feel so mixed about it. lmfao.

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

So based on that poll I did, it seems like people are interested to hear about the Nimona Comic AU I'm currently working on. I wish I had a quippy name for it, "Mermaid AU," "Prince Ballister AU" etc are all pretty self explanatory and concise compared to "Everything is the Same but Ambrosius was Adopted Rather than Jointing the Institution Leading to a Butterfly Effect that Dramatically Affects All the Characters and their Relationships" lmfao but I digress. I am currently working on an actual full-length fic of this alternate story, so if you don't want spoilers for that, please feel free to skip.

Without further ado,

Ambrosius was Adopted (Comic AU)

Everything is the same about the characters' childhoods up to a point when Ambrosius was around five. Rather than staying on the streets, dying and leaving him an orphan to eventually be scooped up by the Institution, his mother surrenders him to an orphanage.

Before being old enough to be reaped by the Institution like the other orphans, he is adopted at around age six by an average merchant family.

Ballister, just as before, is sold to the Institution as a child, but since Ambrosius isn't there, he doesn't really make any friends beyond friendly acquaintances. His main goal therefore is to just become a knight so he can finally have some independence and self-determination. Like in the canonverse, he is critical and questioning of the Institution at this point but plans to reform what he can from the inside, once he becomes a knight

They grow up completely separate until at one point when Ballister is a Knight-in-Training, there is a fire at the merchant's house and he rescues Ambrosius. They have a meet-cute, and occasionally visit and check up on one another, becoming closer. Furthermore, saving Ambrosius and his family is counted as a "heroic act" which qualifies Ballister to be officially knighted in the next year or so

Ballister and Ambrosius enter a relationship. Ambrosius works as a tailor and is doing well for himself, they get a small apartment above Ambrosius's tailor shop not far from the Institution, things are going well.

Ballister is informed by the Director that if he wins a joust at an upcoming competition, a part of the festival preceding the ceremony in which Ballister is to be knighted, he will be appointed champion. He is enthusiastic because it means he will have power to reform the Institution, and he will be able to provide a more comfortable life for himself and Ambrosius. He proposes. They are very happy.

At the joust, Ballister's lance is replaced with a weaponized one. He tries to make a fuss about it, but he's forced or coerced into using it. He does not intend to deploy the weapon against his opponent.

During the joust, when the lance makes contact with the opponent, it explodes, killing the opponent instantly and obliterating Ballister's arm.

Ballister is treated for his injuries but is in custody in the hospital. The director admits to telling Ballister he'd become champion if he wins, and accuses him of rigging the lance so he would win. Ambrosius is in shock and disbelief, but he can corroborate that the Director DID say that to Ballister

After a few weeks of foux- investigation, Ballister is sentenced to be executed.

Ambrosius uses his generally demure demeanor and twinkish charm to access the hospital under the guise of delivering new scrubs, and breaks Ballister out. It is intentionally made easy for Ballister to break out, because it's advantageous to the Institution to have a "Public Enemy" on the loose, as it gives them legitimacy

Ballister is still fucked up Six Ways to Sunday but his injuries have been treated enough that he no longer requires hospital care

The pair retreat to an old fortress Ballister's father once owned, what would become Ballister's lair and try to figure out what to do. Once it is confirmed that Ambrosius helped Ballister, a warrant is put out for him as well and he effectively cannot return to his normal life. Ballister obviously cannot.

They are both beyond angry at the injustice of what has happened and filled with a desire to hold the Institution accountable. Once Ballister recovers more, he builds a prosthetic arm, teaches Ambrosius to fight, and the two become villains together, working to take down the Institution etc, basically the same shit Blackheart was doing in the novel but they're more serious about it bc they have nobody they're trying to protect at the Institution.

During one of their invasions of Institution facilities, they find a young girl, about ten-ish, being experimented on. They rescue her and hijinks ensue. They now have a traumatized adolescent shapeshifter child who lives with them. She wants to help with their villainy, and they don't let her because she's ten, but they can't stop her because she's radically more powerful than they are.

Anyway, that's all I have so far! I'd like to think they all have a happy ending with Blitzmeyer somewhere and stop the institution somehow but I haven't finalized those details. I hope y'all like this AU!! I'm working on a fic for it now which explores basically the whole story in detail hopefully. If anyone has any better name suggestions for what to call it I'm open to hearing them lol

[queenofbaws]

top 5 favourite until dawn characters to WRITE vs top 5 favourite until dawn characters in general (if it's different)

it is such an important distinction med, and i thank you endlessly for letting me get into it 😏

WRITING

1. flamethrower guy/the stranger/jack: this one likely shocks no one. there's just. a joy. that comes with writing an unhinged, monster-hunting hermit. he kicks doors open. he lives in a burnt out hospital full of Creatures. he's larry fessenden. he's alive in canon for roughly 5 minutes. he's the light of my life. 2. mike: probably slightly more of a surprise because i don't write him OFTEN, but i love writing mike. lovelovelove writing him. mostly because, of the ud kids, i think he's the character who talks...the most...like i do irl??? similar speech patterns, i mean - same tendency to just. say things. that do not make sense. or things that did not need to be said. 3. EMILY: again, probably a surprise because i don't write her much, but my GOD there is a freedom to writing in emily's voice asldkfjdskf she's smart. she's mean. she always has at least three insults locked and loaded in the chamber. she's also the only character in the franchise to say "understand the palm of my hand, bitch." she contains multitudes. 4. dr. hill: gotta be honest here. i went through. a lot. of schooling for psychology. okay. like. however much you think that means? it was like. twice that. and i spent a lot of time - a lot of time - listening to professionals in the field talk in circles and say absolutely batshit things while sagely nodding and giving everyone around them knowing looks, and if i didn't have alan j. hill to channel all that lingering angst into, i might've exploded by now 😫 hehehehehe. i'm only sort of joking. 5. beth: what did supermassive give her? nothing. what does that mean? she can be anything i want, and i don't have to worry over whether or not it sounds believable in canon 😎 lmfao. in much the same way i looove writing jack because we get like. 10 lines and A Vibe from him, beth's a hoot to write for because, like. we know who her siblings are. we have an IDEA of what her home life must've been like...and everything else is up for debate!!!

JUST, LIKE, TO LOOK AT

1. ashley ashley ashley: they could never make me hate you bb. did she handle some things poorly? yes. does she make some questionable decisions? sure. would i give her the world if the opportunity presented itself? of course. look, i just think. she should get to do...whatever she wants. always. as a treat. :)c 2. matt: i am so. intrigued. by matt's whole deal. every second of it. he's a huge part of the prank but he's also hugely sympathetic. he has that incredibly cute moment with ashley right as they get to the lodge but seems pretty chilly (if not downright disinterested in) chris and josh, her best friends. he helps jess through the mines. he holds his own with emily. unless you play him a v certain way, he seems the most interested in smoothing things over between everybody. HE LEAVES. THE FUCKING. HATCHET. AT THE BASE. OF THE FIRE TOWER. i would love to live in his brain for just like...ten minutes. just really figure him out. (i need to write more with him too 😭 he has bewitched me, body and soul) 3. flamethrower guy/the stranger/jack: look. look i'm not subtle. i just. love that weird old man. i just love him so much. if supermassive said 'hey here's a dlc where you go through one (1) calendar day as jack fiddler, it costs $60 and is roughly 1 hour of gameplay,' i'd fold immediately. idk why. 4. josh: there is no one - NO ONE - in this, or any other, game who's so willing to commit so fully to the bit. my man had BLUEPRINTS. my guy had DEAD PIGS. bro sourced knockout gas and fake newspapers and real blood and made voice recordings and an alter ego and rigGED HIS WHOLE FAMILY'S VACATION HOME WITH BOOBY TRAPS, THREW A PARTY ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS SISTERS' SUPPOSED DEATHS, AND EVERYONE STILL FUCKING SHOWED UP. say whatever else you want about him, josh had SOMETHING figured out, man. 5. jess: again. did she make some questionable decisions? sure. do i agree with everything she did? no. but after everything she goes through, after all the tragedy and agony and terror she is put through, this girl still has the wherewithal to grab a shovel and beam a guy in the head with it, and you know what? i respect that 🙏🏻 plus she wore hiphuggers to a party on a mountain in alberta in the dead of winter, and i just want to study her under a microscope.

[urlocalwhumper]

here's more, sorry i'm obsessed lol

rayan belongs to @sowhumpshaped (even though he's never referred to by name here LMFAO)

nana loved everything about her new home.

it wasn't as big as her previous master's, but that hardly mattered to her at all. she wasn't allowed in most of that house anyways. but here, her new master had told her she could go wherever she wanted, just to knock first if the door was closed.

her new collar and tag jingled slightly as she wandered around, carefully exploring. their quick trip to the pet store had been scary and stressful for her - so many other pets and people, so many sounds and smells and eye-grabbing colors - but master had gently insisted on buying her a new collar, especially once he saw how raw and chafed her neck was under the too-tight leather.

her new collar was lime green and made of polyester, and sat around her neck loosely enough to not chafe, but tight enough to not come off. her new tag was shaped like a bone, with her name on the front and her master's name and phone number on the back. even something as small as that made her feel warm inside. her old master had never bothered putting any contact information on her tag, claiming that if she somehow got away, he wouldn't want her back anyways.

as both an apology for the ordeal and a reward for being such a good girl, master took her to pick out a new toy once they'd gotten her collar. she'd been a little overwhelmed at first, faced with an entire aisle of possible selections. she'd never had a toy before. but master assured her that she had all the time in the world to decide, and after a few minutes of pacing back and forth through the aisle, she returned to his side with a stuffed frog between her teeth. it was soft but firm, well-stuffed, and she liked the green.

"nana!" master called from another room, snapping her back to the present. "would you come here please?"

she obeyed, following the sound of his voice into the apartment's single bedroom. there, she found him kneeling and adjusting... something, she couldn't quite tell yet, over in the corner of the room.

"surprise!" he said happily, moving out of the way. in the corner of his bedroom, he'd rigged up a sheet to form a little canopy, and beneath the little sheet-tent was a soft, plush looking pet bed, with an equally as soft looking blanket draped over one half, and her stuffed frog sitting on the other. "it's your bed!"

she blinked, awestruck. her bed? this was all for her? she gingerly stepped forward, until she was close enough to climb into the bed, curling up with her frog in her arms and pulling the blanket over herself. peering out through the gap in the tent, her back to the wall and surrounded by a cocoon of warmth and softness, she felt her nose starting to burn and her single eye filling with tears.

she'd never felt so safe and loved before, and found herself overwhelmed by the onslaught of emotion. this is what she'd needed, all her life, this is all she'd ever wanted.

"do you like it?" master asked, peeking into the tent. he seemed saddened, but not surprised to see her crying. "oh, sweetheart," he soothed, "it's okay. no one's ever gonna hurt you again. it's only gonna be pets and treats and toys and soft beds from here on out, okay?"

his kind words only made her cry harder, but she eagerly nuzzled into his hand when he moved to pet her hair, hoping to convey the depth of the love and gratitude she already felt. she might have been weeping, but her tail was wagging so hard it had started to audibly thump against the wall behind her.

the two of them just sat there for a while while she cried, and master didn't stop petting or reassuring her for a single moment until she finally settled down, snuggling further into her soft bed as it finally hit her just how drained she was from the day's events.

"oh!" master suddenly exclaimed. "you must be hungry, it's almost dinnertime." he moved to get up and gave her one more parting scratch behind the ear. "i'm gonna go cook, you just settle in some more. or you can take a nap if you want, you look tired." he smiled. "i'll wake you up when it's time to eat, okay?"

nana simply nodded, huffing contently and burying her face into the soft fabric of her stuffed frog. she distantly registered master pulling her blanket more securely around her, before she was out like a light.

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bonus

nana's frog:

[brandwhorestarscream]

Oooh, just go for any and all timelines you'd find interesting for the son-in-law ask? I'd love to hear any of them!

I'll just go down the line then!! :D

So, timeline 1 is canon: Galvatron and Terminus are dead long, long before Megatronus ever even meets Orion Pax. Terminus dies from infection after losing his legs in a mining accident, and Galvatron dies in the gladiator pits after a rigged match.

Timeline 2, the Destructicon timeline, Megatron dies when he's the equivalent of like. 2 months old. So that's out

Timeline 3, the self imposed exodus. Because the warframes abandoned cybertron about a 100 million years ago, Sentinel Prime was never assassin mated: i.e. he's still alive and kicking so Orion isn't ever selected for Primehood. In this one, he and Megatron don't meet until they're both far, far into adulthood--roughly where the first season of Transformers Prime starts--and ol Megs is actually in a committed relationship with someone else. Any guesses as to whom? (It's not Soundwave, though they did date for quite awhile)

Timeline 4 is where we actually get our first look at Megop! Big bad is still the corrupt Primacy and the Senate, so while Orion may never become the Prime in name, he's still a beloved leader of the resistance. Except this time 🤭 he and Megatron are on the same side, leading together as one. In this timeline, Galvatron and Terminus fled from Kaon with their sparkling after being warned of the horrible future by Galvatron-2: Megatronus and Orion met when they were children, and were close friends all while growing up. To be honest, those two were the absolute last ones to figure out they were in love: everyone and their carrier and also their turbohound knew they were going to end up together. In TL4, Galvatron and Terminus have watched Orion grow up alongside their son and are very fond of him: they're perfectly supportive of their relationship and probably also had a bet going on about how long it would take for them to realize their feelings.

Now, timeline 5... here's where we get into the really complicated stuff. In this one, the Senatorial system is abolished before war can ever break out, and that includes the Prime as a figurehead. This is a timeline where all of the civil rights issues are solved peacefully: the Matrix is returned to the gods' Acolytes for safe keeping as a holy relic, and as there's no war nor anymore Primal figurehead, the Matrix isn't called upon to take a new host.

Orion and Megatron meet when they're teenagers-to-young adults, and this is the one with the rapunzel-esque situation for Megatron. Except instead of a tower, he's kept secluded within the walls of Iacon's main Temple of Primus (it makes sense it context I swear, but that's a whole other post of its own). Galvatron keeps him confined out of fear for his life: he's lived through so many lives and has been visited by his previous selves so often it's made him incredibly paranoid and obsessive. Isolation is his greatest love: keep Megatronus away from anything and anyone that could hurt him, sequestered in one of the safest buildings on the planet. As a holy place of worship and frequented by the Chosen Ones of the gods (aka the Acolytes) the Temple is under constant watch from the Primal Vanguard. No one gets in if they're not supposed to be there. It's safe. Megatronus has never set foot outside since being brought in as a sparkling and is extremely sheltered: cue Orion getting dragged there against his will for a research project and falling helm over pedes for this pretty holy virgin type.

...Again. I promise you it makes sense in context. I'll sexualize my religious trauma as much as I want tyvm lmfao 😂

ANYWAY. The first time Galvatron meets Orion it's hate at first sight: via several little misunderstandings he thinks Orion is an invader in the Temple trying to hurt his only child and kinda goes ballistic. Even after everything has settled down and he's knows Megatron is safe, he still despises him. He wants the little upstart to stay far, far away from his baby. Wants everyone to stay away from his baby, really. No one is safe. No one can be trusted. It takes a long, long time for him to be even slightly ok with Orion's presence, and even longer for him to accept it when a relationship does bloom between them.

Terminus, on the other servo, quietly adores Orion. Megatronus really only has one friend growing up in the Temple: the only son of a rather religious Senator, little Shockwave. But he can't visit often so their boy rarely gets to speak with peers his age, and it makes him happy to see Megatronus interacting with another youngling. Orion is polite and sweet and genuinely a good kid, seeing them spend time together warms his old spark. He's really not at all surprised when Orion presents his first courting gift, and gives the young mech his blessing to pursue his only child.

Timeline 6 diverges pretty late and much of TL5's canon carries over. This timeline split comes when they're already married adults, so there's no change there

Timeline 7 is just. Universal oblivion: there is no more universe. So uh... moot point

I hope you enjoyed this! I hope I answered your question ok. I know I didn't exactly touch on High Lord Protector stuff, but honestly it doesn't ever really crop up in Hindsight. I can say, independent of timelines and individual canons, they'd be very proud to see their son ascend to such a position, but would also be scared to death. That's such a big change, after all! And a dangerous position to take on 🥺 they worry about their baby

[dreamland-arcade]

AR: Sometimes I think the "Drawfee alters your way of speaking" is just a funny meme but we had a gross wakeup call while watching Drawfee

AR: We've been saying a certain exclamation in like an annoyed New Yorker accent and. It came from Drawfee!!! Nathan says that exact same thing in the first Trans Rigs stream in regards to the third Buddy Group system failing and having "My Buddy, My Buddy Group and Me" get stuck at the gas station. (Yes this is an ultra specific description we've watched this video a million times and are currently watching it lmfao)

AR: This really is reality. My god. Drawfee really does alter the brain chemistry. That or we're just ungodly autistic about Drawfee. Dealers choice

[blood-ology]

Wait so you’re telling me that before the HMS Terror and HMS Erebus attempted to cross the northwest passage they had already been all the way to Antarctica? That they had already had multiple serious crises that would have destroyed other ships normally including crazy shit like crashing into ice, colliding, and getting their rigging literally tangled with each other? And that they had gotten a bunch of upgrades and modifications that were pretty high tech/new for the time like heating and propellers (apparently the British Navy was only just trying to implement them at the time so it was like literally hot off the press type of technology) before the northwest passage voyage? Seriously puts the disaster and tragedy that the northwest passage thing was in context for me like damn.

This is probably just basic info about them honestly but I had only ever looked into them in the context of the northwest passage and how it ended so badly so this was all news to me lmfao

[tetzoro]

MY PRECIOUS SWEETEST DARLING AIMSIESSSS !! oh my goodness i have sososo much to say teehee :3

first of all, you and kuroo’s date was absolutely DARLING </333 him winning you prizes and goin on the rides with you PLZ T^T he is absolutely in love with you im gonna sob. i can imagine him playing those rigged games till his pockets were empty just so he could get the prize you wanted <333 he is such a sweetheart sighsighsigh !!! he definitely was making goofy faces at the cameras on the ride wasn’t he HEHE that guy !!! and him kissing you on the ferris wheel WAHHH my heart, imagining him waiting until you both are at the tippy top to give you a big smooch PLZZZZ !!! YOU GUYS ARE SOSOSOSOSOSOSOO CUTE i will literally get on my knees to cry because sob… kuromy… my precious sweeties kuromy <333

OOO my turn you say ?!?! i will indulge >.< my favorite date with bokuto !!

that would probably have to be one of our first dates, our picnic date <333 sigh it was just so perfect !! he set it up all by himself ( i know akaashi helped him with some things but he doesn’t have to know i know hehe >:3 ). he had a blanket and yummy sandwiches, it was a perfect sunny day at the park !! we stayed there until nighttime and watched the stars together <333 sob young love !! we got super cute polaroids together and he has one of me in my sundress on the back of his phone !!!! such lovely memories WAHHHH </333

also, I JUST SAW UR LIL MOOTIES SHIP POST AND I ALMOST CRIED SEEING MY TAG ON THERE T^T i felt so special PLZZZZ i can’t believe you thought of me </333 THANK YOU SOSO MUCH FOR INCLUDING ME SOBSOBSOBSOB !!! it means the world it made me smile so much :,) YES TEEHEEE me and my tinky kou PLZZZZ you already know !! >.< i love you so much WAHHHH u are tha SWEETEST EVAAAAA !!!! <333

also noticed you are on semi-hiatus, i just wanted to send you my wellest wishes and i hope everything is going well for you <333 i’ll be making sure kuroo and zoro are checkin’ up on you constantly !! you deserve the world + the universe itself aims, you’re a precious sweet soul and you make many people happy <333 so i hope you know you’re loved and cherished !!

of course you know i have to end my silly rambles with a kuromy question !! so, what’s the sweetest message you’ve received from kuroo ( or multiple if you can’t pick !! ) was it a text, a sticky note, a birthday card ?? I WANNA KNOW !!!

i LOVE you aimsies and i hope this week goes absolutely PERFECT for you <333 KISSES AND SMOOCHES AND HUGS AND ALL OF MY LOVE TO YOU MWUAH MWUAH MWUAHHH !!!!💋💋💋

- :3

:3 !! huggin u & huggin u & huggin u !!!

SOB IM CRYIN RN AT HOW CUTE KUROO IS !!! he def doesn’t care how much money or how long it will take, he is dead set on getting me the prize i want !! (but the real prize is him .. the crowd boos) omg the silly faces .. WAIT THATS FUNNY U SAID THAT BC !! i don’t rlly make silly faces but it could be the scariest or fastest ride in the world but if i know where that camera is.. u better believe in hitting a pose DJSJSJ usually it’s like ✌️😙 teehee amusement parks are fr my fave and ik he’d always indulge me sobsobsob

BUT YOU AND BOKUTO HELLO ! the picnic :’) that’s seriously the sweetest thing in the world :( young love fr !! i bet he’s eating and you see something on the side of his face so you reach over with a lil napkin and he just FREEZES !! looking at you with wide, hopeful eyes as you wipe it off his face. you guys are so close and he wants to kiss you so so so bad !! does he ? 🎤 teehee picnic dates are so cute :((

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM U SAW THAT POST !!! it didn’t feel right not including u hehe you and ur tinky bo are everything to me :(( THE WORLD NEEDED TO KNOW !! hugging u <33

but yeeess sob ! semi hiatus time >_< i’ll still be popping on and stuff but i feel like i have nothing to post / talk about so im just lurking in the shadows every once in awhile LMFAO plus i’ve been busy lately and haven’t really been able to scroll the dash so </3 it’s only temporary tho !! you are seriously the sweetest, thank you for your words, they make me feel sm better :3 !! i hope you know how much i love & appreciate you !!! sending u SM LOVE !!!

rubs my hands like a lil fly .. kuromy time !! okay so kuroo and i are coworkers to lovers so i can’t tell you the amount of post it notes he’s left on my desk with little doodles or jokes or whatever !! but my favorite was one in particular — it was before things were official between us but we kinda already blurred the line so his note was simple and said “happy hour?” with a little doodle of our catsonas and a lil drink LOL but this was the night that he asked me to be his girlfriend and yeah :3 i kept the note (all of them tbh) but this one is my favorite hehe

YOU AND BOKUTO TIME !! when bokuto is on his off season, does he like to take you traveling ? or does he like soaking up all the time with you at home ? what does life look like during this time ? :3 !

i love u so much my beloved lil :3 ! i hope you have a fantastic week ahead !! sending u so so much love and so many smooches !!!! MWAAAH !!!

[bbbeowulf]

YIPPEE I HOPE EVERYONE HAD A GREAT HOLIDAY SEASON AND HAS A HAPPY NEW YEARRRRR!!!!

I have a lot of art resolutions that I wanna get through this year so I figured I would share them with all of you… VIA BINGO CARD!!

Bingo card inspired by AlmaKRowan on Twitter/X!!

List and explanations below the cut!!

Architecture: I want to learn how to draw buildings, rooms, etc.!!

Adopts: I want to make adopts!!

KOI character refs: Reference sheets for the characters in my story “Knights of Irene”!!

ArtFight: I’m gonna aim for 20 attacks/revenges, but we’ll see!!

GraVT piece: a group picture of the indie VTuber group I’m in, GraVT!!

Animated Illustration: I’VE BEEN WANTING TO DO THIS FOR YEARS MY TIME IS NOW

Animal studies: learn how to draw animals better

PNGtuber+ comm: I made one for myself (see it HERE) but I want someone to commission me for one >:,(

VTuber redesign: potentially maybe redesign my VTuber (even tho I literally just killed myself making the PNG+ model but WHATEVER IM ON DRUGS IG)

Leo TOTIKFR animatic: animatic for my OC Leo to the song “The Only Thing I Know For Real” by Tyson Yen

Digital painting: IVE BEEN WANTING TO LEARN HOW TO DIGITALLY PAINT/RENDER BUT I CANNOT WRAP MY HEAD AROUND IT BUT I WANNA TRYYY

Holiday YCH: YCH comms for major holidays!!

Snow Fairy MAP: I have a part in @jurygarroth’s Snow Fairy MAP so I need to get that done :D

Art Prints: I WANNA SELL ART PRINTS RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Bug studies: I wanna learn how to draw bugs :3c

OC sticker sheets: I wanna make (AND SELL) sticker sheets of my OCs (and maybe other fandom characters like MLP and stuff!! We’ll see.)

RP movie posters: movie poster style illustrations of my active role plays!!

DTIYS: I WANNA MAKE ONE AND PEOPLE PARTICIPATE PLZZZZ 😭😭 JUST ONE PERSON PLZ I BEG

Emotes: re-do my twitch/discord emotes

Sell canvases @ gallery: I have an art gallery in my town that I wanna apply for and sell some irl artwork!!

YCH comms: more YCH comms!!

Lobelia lore animatic: lore animatic for my VTuber

Pose studies: learn how to draw poses better

KOI cover: book cover for “Knights of Irene”

Abaddon Webcomic: this is a HARD maybe, but I’ve tried to make this webcomic happen 2 or 3 different times and I always got sick and tired of it before I got ANYWHERE with it. I think if I take it in more of a mini comic approach like Shen or Merryweather!!

There are a few more ideas I had that I didn’t put on my bingo!!

Leo’s Final Form: conceptualize Leo’s final form and draw the finalized version

Backgrounds: get better at drawing backgrounds

Foliage: get better at drawing foliage

Color Theory: learn color theory

Interesting shading: play around with colors and shade with different colors perhaps to make it pop?

Aphmau art: draw more Aphmau art

KOI: Finish planning out KOI and potentially start writing it? It’s not art in the sense of it being written not drawn but whatever I wanna do this

Commissions: keep doing commissions! I wanna try to do at least 20 this year 👉👈

Art trades: do some art trades with people outside of ArtFight!!

Art raffle: do an art raffle 🧍

Draw my FRIENDSSS: I WANNA DRAW MY FRIENDS WAHHHHHHHHHH

GET HIRED BY YORUNOMACHI: *on my hands and knees sobbing, begging, throwing up*

Do Aphtober/Cringetober/some form of tober AND FINISH: I doubt I’ll finish lmfao

Make OC profiles on UnVale: it’s like toyhouse but it doesn’t make me want to kms when using it

Learn VTuber Rigging: I just wanna know how to do it :3

Anyways I’m sure there’s more but this is just a list of everything I can think of off the top of my head! A week from now I might decide to not do any of this LMFAO! But we’ll see how much I actually do this year!! Yippee!!

Happy new year everyone!!

[tac0tesseract]

[REDACTED] [03:13]: hey

[REDACTED] [03:23]: Tans I know you're up this late

[REDACTED] [03:23]: you no-lifer

tac0tesseract [03:25]: lmao fuck off

tac0tesseract [03:25]: ye Im here

tac0tesseract [03:25]: whats up

[REDACTED] [03:26]: how are you feeling

tac0tesseract [03:26]: uh???

tac0tesseract [03:26]: still feel a little spacey, but w/e

[REDACTED] [03:27]: what about the extra stuff

[REDACTED] [03:27]: your eyes were black

[REDACTED] [03:27]: Sai says he saw you in his room last night

tac0tesseract [03:28]: what the actual fuck I had a dream about that. but I wasn't actually there no

tac0tesseract [03:28]: i mean i haven't grown tentacles or anything if that's what you're worried about

tac0tesseract [03:28]: readings say I'm fine, so

tac0tesseract [03:29]: [swoleghetti.omif]

tac0tesseract [03:31]: think I'm good to get back to work. getting kinda itchy here tbh.

tac0tesseract [03:31]: you already pulled me out of the proverbial basement forever ago, I didn't miss it XD

[REDACTED] [03:33]: hah

[REDACTED] [03:33]: true, and you’re welcome, but still

[REDACTED] [03:35]: actually that's what I wanted to talk to you about

[REDACTED] [03:35]: I've been thinking a lot since your last mission and

[REDACTED] [03:35]: current approach just isn’t going to work

tac0tesseract [03:35]: oh cmon

[REDACTED] [03:35]: no I'm serious

[REDACTED] [03:36]: hit and runs are great for the ungrateful for sure

[REDACTED] [03:36]: but horizon's got union connections. so they got real training

[REDACTED] [03:36]: and we're not keeping up

tac0tesseract [03:37]: so what do you wanna do about it

[REDACTED] [03:37]: gotta retrain everyone

[REDACTED] [03:38]: not all at once. we can't take everyone off the map

[REDACTED] [03:38]: found some msmc guys willing to share what they know, they fought on carcera if you can believe that

[REDACTED] [03:38]: all I had to do was wave one license at them

[REDACTED] [03:38]: meatheads always thirsty for GUN:GUN

tac0tesseract [03:39]: lmfao

tac0tesseract: [03:39]: [mysides.omif]

tac0tesseract [03:39]: you gave them a fucking pegasus

tac0tesseract [03:39]: they're going to self delete

[REDACTED] [03:40]: probably :biggrin: :fingerguns:

[REDACTED] [03:40]: not my problem

[REDACTED] [03:41]: anyway

[REDACTED] [03:41]: I want you to retrain too. but not with these guys.

[REDACTED] [03:41]: I think I have a spot for you in a cavalry

[REDACTED] [03:42]: union adjacent

[REDACTED] [03:42]: we need to know how they think

tac0tesseract [03:42]: shit

tac0tesseract [03:42]: ok

[REDACTED] [03:42]: but not in our rig either

tac0tesseract [03:42]: wait what

[REDACTED] [03:42]: I want you back to basics. already have a GMS printing for you, courtesy of some enterprise shit’s poor net security.

tac0tesseract [03:42]: [REDACTED] cmon why

tac0tesseract [03:42]: I'm the paracausal expert here

tac0tesseract [03:42]: I'm the only one in this cell who can pilot that thing

[REDACTED] [03:42]: earn some legitimate licenses, then you can have ours back

tac0tesseract [03:42]: I'm fine seriously, Sam's fine

[REDACTED] [03:42]: intel says Tbag moved on anyway so we're back to square one

tac0tesseract [03:43]: what happened was supposed to happen, that's how paracausality fucken works man

tac0tesseract [03:43]: [REDACTED] this ain't fair

tac0tesseract [03:43]: you don't understand, you haven't been in that thing

[REDACTED] [03:44]: Tans

[REDACTED] [03:44]: this isn't a punishment but i’ve made up my mind

[REDACTED] [03:44]: so, keep your head on straight.

[REDACTED] [03:44]: I know full well what you can do.

[REDACTED] [03:44]: you're wicked smart. you’ve got a lot of potential. but I can get others to cover for you for a bit.

[REDACTED] [03:44]: I want to make sure you can defend yourself

[REDACTED] [03:45]: all that potential is worthless if we lose you

[REDACTED] [03:45]: and , after all we've been through

[REDACTED] [03:46]: I’d rather not watch you die again

[viiridiangreen]

job related bitching again

Some or other corner of the abysmally badly organised company I regretfully still work for failed to pay our subscription to gettyimages for a whole year. Now that the renovation date is up, they'd have to pay what they owe before they can sign us up for this year... but of course they're interpreting that as """"pAyInG dOubLe""".... like...... my corposhithead in christ, NO LMFAO, that's literally just what the company owes and what the service is worth???? it's not even your money why are you so fucking pressed????

So of course someone is bullying my boss into bullying my supervisor into bullying me into wasting my time going over a list of like eight different image libraries checking whether 'the images are good' so we can hopefully pay off the debt with Getty then shave a few cents off the design budget by signing up for a shittier smaller service. Said budget must be half a shoestring bc we've been pleading and begging for a proper computer for me to work on since I got here two years ago, but they keep issuing me garbage that's scarcely capable of more than sending emails. Which means I spend more time waiting for the fucking thing to load or troublehsooting than actually working whenever I'm forced to come into the office instead of working from home on a functional rig. Which means if I hadn't had my own personal PC to work on I would've failed to do my job & prolly gotten the boot, so anyone with a little less privilege than I would've been screwed from the beginning :)

This is all because fucking off and staying in their lanes and paying what the stupid fucking dinosaur of a company owes is either out of the question or will require hours upon hours of effort to convince them with a report that I'm sure these motherfuckers won't (and can't) understand bc if they had any aesthetic sense whatsoever they'd be doing my job instead of earning 8x to be a pain in everyone's ass... so it'll all come down to how whoever can approve the expense and their feefees on the day of the meeting where they decide it 🫠

[slayerled]

You Look Good Wearing What?

“ Miroku must have created this. But...what is ‘BDSM getup’.. and jeans? Kagome-chan?? “

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: as far as you’re aware, lee minho is your worst enemy. his favourite hobby is bullying your best friend hyunjin. after a particular incident, which leads to you ending up in detention with minho, he suggests an unlikely proposition that would put an end to hyunjin being tormented. and you would do anything to protect your best friend...

pairing: minho x reader x hyunjin

genre: high school!au, angst, smut, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers

warnings: swearing, bullying, physical violence (punching), mentions of blood, flirting, kissing, public indecency (i mean, they’re at school), flashing, fingering, dumbification (if you squint), stealing panties, lying, secrets, handjob, degradation kink, scraped knees, making out, lap-sitting, praise kink, pet names (e.g. angel, babe, doll, sweetheart), fear of rejection, falling for a friend, two-timing

author’s note: the title is inspired by stray kids’s mixtape: on track; also let’s just say the characters are 18 for the spicy parts (we’re blatantly ignoring the fact minho & hyunjin were born in different years for plot reasons lmfao)

word count: 5.7k

part two: you’re too pretty to be just friends

part three: i wanna STAY with you

Your high school life could be defined with two words: sucks ass. Honestly, the only good thing about it was meeting your best friend Hyunjin on the very first day, which was almost five years ago. As you were already in your last year of high school, one would think problems such as bullying were a thing of the past, a childish game. However, Hyunjin was not so lucky. In your third year of high school, there was a new student. The insufferable Lee Minho. 

And you had no idea why but he seemed intent on making your best friend's existence a living hell. You couldn't understand. Hyunjin was always such a sweetheart. So, why was that jerk being so mean to poor Hyun? It was beyond you. No matter how many times you complained about this issue to the teachers, they just didn't seem to care. Hyunjin told you to just drop it and try not to pay attention, but you couldn't just idly sit by as Minho kept saying hurtful things to Hyunjin, thrashing his locker and stealing his phone.

One day, Minho had the audacity of tripping Hyunjin, causing him to get a nosebleed! That was it. You couldn't take it any longer. Without thinking of the consequences, you punched Minho in the face. Right there, in the school hallway. Unfortunately, not only students saw. But one of your teachers, as well.

"Congratulations, Y/N, you got yourself one week of detention."

"But, Mr. Park, this is so unfair!" you exclaimed. "Minho attacked Hyunjin first, I was just defending my friend."

"Well, in that case, Minho also gets detention."

"I've been trying to talk to you about him bullying Hyunjin for ages but I punch him once and suddenly, I'm at fault? I fucking hate this system."

"Language, young lady!" Mr. Park scolded you. "Or should I make it two weeks of detention?"

"I can't believe I'm taking the side of the girl who just punched me but you're a fucking hypocrite, Mr. Park. With all due respect," Minho spoke out in your favour, shocking everyone.

"That's it. You're both getting two weeks of detention and if I were you, I would weigh in my next words very carefully."

You rolled your eyes but didn't bother continuing to argue. This whole organization was rigged and you couldn't wait to get out of it.

"Are you alright, Hyun?" you asked gently, kneeling next to him on the ground and checking to see if his nosebleed had stopped.

"Worry about yourself," he sighed. "What were you thinking, punching Minho like that and swearing at Mr. Park?"

"I don't care if I have to go to detention. It was about time someone did the right thing."

"You shouldn't get in trouble because of me," Hyunjin insisted. "This could ruin your chances of being accepted in your dream college."

"I'll be fine. Does your nose hurt?"

"It's not that bad. Honestly, I think what you did to Minho is far worse."

"Are you feeling sorry for him?" you scoffed indignantly.

"Not really, I just can't believe you're getting detention. You're the best student in the whole school and Mr. Park is so going to burn in hell for this."

That made you laugh.

"Everything will be alright, Hyun."

"How can you say that? You and Minho in the same room...every day after classes, for two weeks? That can't end well."

Oh, shit, you really hadn't thought this through, had you?

Once classes ended, you had to say a brief goodbye to Hyunjin and head towards Mr. Park’s office aka detention room. You had never been there before, because you were a model student. Always doing your homework and helping other students, you had never gotten into trouble. But your principles were so strong that despite Hyunjin’s pleas not to get involved, you simply couldn't silently observe yet another example of Minho's bullying towards your best friend. As you entered the dreadful room, Mr. Park simply informed you and Minho (as you were the only students there today), that he had some business to attend to do, so he would lock you two in the detention room. What an ass. He'd given the cleaning lady instructions to unlock you at 5pm (which was two hours from now). Ugh, you just had to bear it somehow. You quietly opened your notebook, intending to complete your assignments and spend all the time ignoring Minho. Tragically, he seemed to have another idea in mind.

"Why did you punch me?"

"Because you fucking tripped Hyunjin and he got a nosebleed!" you cried out the obvious.

"So...if I hadn't done that, you wouldn't have punched me?"

"You would have no doubt figured out some other way to torment him," you hissed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to work on something."

Minho groaned loudly but kept his mouth shut. The peaceful silence lasted only half an hour and then he was back to his usual, obnoxious self.

"Look...I'm sorry for tripping Hyunjin. Believe it or not, it was an accident."

"I can't believe this. Minho the Terrible...apologizing? Hell must have frozen over."

"I mean it," he insisted. "I know I tend to tease Hyunjin a lot but I wouldn't actually get physically violent on purpose. Unlike someone else in this room."

"Are you for real right now? You don't tease Hyunjin, you bully him. And I can't believe you're accusing me of being violent."

"Sure, Miss Anger Issues."

"I do not have anger issues!" you yelled at him. Okay, maybe just a little bit.

"Oh, yeah? You're the one who punched me, though."

"Fine, I'm sorry for punching you. If you're actually saying the truth about tripping Hyunjin being an accident. Happy now?"

Minho suddenly got up from his seat, towering over you in a way that seemed vaguely threatening. But you refused to be intimidated by him. You had punched him once and if he tried something dumb, you wouldn't hesitate to do it again.

"Say it like you mean it," he whispered.

Despite your previous thoughts, you gulped nervously. When it was in the heat of the moment and there were witnesses, it was somehow easier for you to just act without thinking. But now that it was just the two of you locked in the detention room, you couldn't seem to recall where your resolve had gone to. The tension between you two was making you extremely uncomfortable.

"I hate you," you mumbled.

Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, Minho tilted his head slightly in a way that should not have been so damn adorable. God, what was wrong with you?

"I love it when you talk dirty to me," he chuckled.

"Shut up," you kept saying all the wrong things.

"Make me," Minho inclined his face closer to yours and you absolutely despised the way he was making you feel.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" you somehow managed to squeak out.

"You're the first girl who's ever punched me. Scratch that. You're the only person who's ever been bold enough to stand up against me."

"What? And you get off on being punched? Shall I do it again? Might help you refresh your memory."

Minho was suddenly not in the mood to listen to you talk. He grabbed your hands tightly, as if to prevent you from making good on your threats, and spoke again:

"Listen to me very carefully. We're stuck here so we might as well do something useful with our time. The way I see it is you have two options. Option number one is we ignore each other for the next couple of hours, but once we're out of here, things will go back to normal. But something tells me you wouldn't like that. After all, if I keep bullying Hyunjin and you keep defending him, not only will you get yourself more detention, but you might have to say goodbye to your dream college, am I wrong?"

You hated that you were so transparent and he'd somehow overheard you talking to Hyunjin about your dream college. But most of all, you hated the fact that he was right.

"What is option number two?" you asked despite yourself.

"Simple. I could be generous enough to stop tormenting your best friend. I could just turn a blind eye to you punching me. I could even act nice to Hyunjin. Wouldn't that be a dream come true?"

"What's the catch?" you inquired. The Minho you knew and hated wouldn't do something so out of character. Not for free, at least.

"Why don't I show you instead of telling you?" he smirked and to your utmost shock, attacked your mouth with his own. You were even more shocked that your lips parted ever so slightly, letting his tongue in. Before you could ask yourself why on earth you were enjoying this, you pushed him away.

"Why did you do that?" you gasped.

"Oh, admit it, you liked it," Minho grinned confidently. "So, what do you say?"

"You...do you expect me to jump your bones?" you cried out indignantly.

"What do you take me for?" he placed a hand on his heart, feigning innocence. "For starters, you may give me a token of appreciation. It would highly motivate me to be on my best behaviour towards Hyunjin tomorrow."

When he put it that way...it didn't seem to be such a bad idea. You would not only be helping to make Hyunjin's life easier, but you would also stay out of trouble yourself. Oh, who were you kidding? Minho himself was trouble personified.

Without spending any more time to consider how wrong this thing was, you pulled your shirt up quickly, giving Minho the briefest flash.

"How's that for motivation?" you blushed.

"Whaaat, I didn't see anything," he complained.

"Be a good boy tomorrow and I might let you see more," you played along.

"You cheeky devil," Minho flicked your nose lightly. "You're gonna have to give me a little more than that if you want me to be nice."

"What do you want?"

"What are you willing to give me?" he answered your question with another question.

"Ask me and you'll find out," you murmured.

"How about this?" Minho started tracing circles around your bare knee with his pretty fingers. When you didn't stop him, his movements grew bolder, hands hiking up your skirt slowly. Again, you didn't move. When he reached the side of your panties and started slightly tugging onto them under your table experimentally, your breath hitched in surprise. Looking into his eyes as if begging him for something, you didn't know what exactly. When he touched your nether regions for the first time, you couldn't help but let out the lightest moan. 

"If only the whole school could see you now," he mocked you. "Not such a good girl, after all, are you? Letting me touch you like this?"

You shook your head stubbornly.

"I'm only letting you because you said...you said you'd stop-"

"Aw, poor angel can't even finish her sentence?" Minho pouted in fake pity for you.

"P-please," you were unaware what you were asking for. But he somehow knew.

Teasing you with his fingers until you couldn't think, couldn't speak, you had never felt such an overwhelming combination of feelings before. Pleasure - for being taken to such an unexpected high. Shame - for doing something so forbidden at school. Confusion - for not remembering why you agreed to this in the first place. Fear - for the possibility of getting caught. What surprised you most that hate was not one of the feelings you'd use to describe this whole thing.

"I'm keeping these," Minho informed you, putting your ruined panties into his pocket. 

Before you could argue with him, the unthinkable happened. The clock struck 5 and as if on cue, the cleaning lady came to unlock you. You were grateful your skirt was long enough to cover your lack of underwear. You glared daggers at Minho as the lady kindly pointed out you were free to go. You had never felt more mortified in your entire life. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, doll," he said with a wink.

You were already beginning to regret this.

The next day, it was as if you had woken up in a parallel universe. Most things were the same - you still had to go to school, still had to eat bland rice at the cafeteria, still had to do your best to participate in classes. But there was one major difference that didn't go unnoticed. Minho did not say one mean thing to Hyunjin, did not do one hostile act. He even went out of his way to wish Hyunjin a "good morning" and bring him coffee (?!?!) which was beyond suspicious.

"What happened yesterday in detention?" Hyunjin asked you during one of the breaks.

Of course, even though Hyun was your best friend in the entire world, you couldn't possibly tell him that the actual reason why Minho was no longer tormenting him. Oh, Hyunjin, btw, I flashed your bully and let him finger me at detention. Fun times. No, that was far too terrible. So, for the first time ever, you lied to Hyunjin.

"I told him that if he ever does something to you again, I'll beat him to a pulp," you said.

"And he listened?"

"I can be quite scary, you know."

"Remind me to never get on your bad side, then," Hyunjin laughed.

"That could never happen, you're the best boy ever," you ruffled his hair.

"Well, thanks for always sticking up for me, Y/N. I couldn't imagine surviving high school without you."

"Right back at you, Hyun. You made this hellhole seem like paradise."

"I can't believe we're graduating in a couple of months. Gotta admit, I'm gonna miss some of it."

"How so? I'd imagine you of all people should hate high school the most."

"Well, there's you. We'll probably go to different colleges and I'll miss the part where I get to see you everyday, sit next to you, hold your hand under the table," Hyunjin admitted and you were having a hard time breathing. 

He was your best friend and yet, a part of you had always wondered...what if?

"Hyun...even if we go to different colleges, we'd still stay in touch. I'll call you everyday, we'd send each other pictures and meet up whenever our schedules allow it. I promise you, nothing will stand in the way of our friendship."

Little did you consider the fact that you had already done the one thing that could be detrimental to your friendship with Hyunjin...

"I just have the feeling I've wasted my time," he chuckled sadly. "Didn't get to do the things I wanted."

"There's still a few months till graduation. You can still do whatever you wish," you encouraged him. "I'll even help you. Come on, what's on your high school to-do list?"

Hyunjin shook his head.

"Forget I mentioned it."

"Is it a secret?" you asked curiously. You were a mess. You had accused Mr. Park of being a hypocrite and yet, you were even worse. Despite keeping a very terrible secret from Hyunjin yourself, you were immediately eager to discover Hyunjin's secret. You wished you could take your words back.

"Just drop it, Y/N, please."

You nodded quietly and in the blink of an eye, the classes for the day were soon over. You headed towards the detention room and were surprised to realize some depraved part of you was looking forward to being in the same room as Minho again. Why were you like this? However, this time the annoying Mr. Park didn't have any business and spent the two hours observing you and Minho as you had no choice but to diligently do your homework and avoid one another's stare. The third day of detention went in the same way. You were shocked that Minho continued to be nice to Hyunjin and there were no signs of his bully persona, despite the fact that you two hadn't been...intimate since that very first time. Just as you were thinking about that while walking through the school corridors, you felt a strong arm pulling you inside one of the supply closets. You tried to scream in shock, but before you could, you sensed a hand being pressed against your mouth.

"Shh, it's me," Minho whispered in the dark.

"God, Minho, you scared the shit out of me," you gasped.

"Am I that frightening?" he sighed sadly. "And here, I thought I was doing a very good job at this whole nice guy thing."

"You were doing great, actually," you insisted. "Too great. Hyunjin was suspicious but I told him I threatened you with more punches."

"Aw, sweetheart, you really think you can frighten me?" Minho chuckled sarcastically.

"Doesn't matter what I think. What matters is that Hyunjin bought it. Speaking of him, he can never know about our little agreement or I'm seriously going to kill you."

"Relax, babe, I have no intention of telling him. Besides, I like the thrill of doing something forbidden and having leverage against you."

You were too surprised to find out his words didn't terrify you but excited you. There must have been something fundamentally wrong with you...

"Enough chit-chat," you groaned. "I suppose you're here because you want to be rewarded for being so nice lately?"

"No wonder you're considered to be the star student in our school. That is exactly why I pulled you in here."

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Do you want me to spell it out for you? I bet you're smarter than that," Minho tsked in fake annoyance. 

And indeed, you had a vague idea of what he expected. So you snaked a hand down his pants and attempted very hard to pleasure him to the best of your abilities.

"Too slow," he complained a couple of moments later.

"I'm trying, okay?" you cried out and began speeding up your movements.

"Don't tell me you've never..."

"Ugh, you're so annoying," you groaned and squeezed him a little too strongly.

He hissed and you were just about to apologize for accidentally hurting him, when he said something shocking:

"Do that again."

"Huh? Didn't it hurt?"

"Exactly the point," Minho insisted. "Oh, and keep telling me mean things."

Did he seriously enjoy that? Who would have thought that the biggest bully in your school secretly liked being degraded by none other than the biggest nerd around here? Well, if it meant no more suffering for Hyunjin, you might as well do as Minho liked...Gripping him tighter and moving your hand faster, you continued to say whatever you'd previously thought about him but had never gotten the chance to say out loud:

"You're such an ass and you think you're so cool and popular but actually you're fucking obnoxious and pathetic. You know, you're lucky I agreed to even touch you. I bet no other girl would ever want to be near you."

At one point, he came in your hand and you had never felt more powerful and conscience-stricken before in your life.

"I didn't mean any of it, Minho, you have to believe me," you mumbled awkwardly. "Well, I used to think like that but...not anymore. If anything, I'm lucky you suggested this thing in the first place."

"Chill, I asked you to be mean to me, didn't I?" he laughed casually.

"Well, yeah, but still. I hope I didn't offend you," you explained. In reality, you were hopeful you could keep this thing going at least until graduation so that Hyunjin would have a peaceful last year of high school. After that, neither of you would have to see Minho ever again.

"Are you seriously considerate of my feelings right now? I don't give a shit what you think about me, as long as you do as I fucking like. Are we clear?"

There he was. Back to his usual shitty self. Just when you'd thought there was a hint of kindness to him, he proved you wrong. Perfect.

"All clear," you replied, wiped your hand on the inside of his shirt. "See you at detention." And with that, you walked out of the supply closet.

Detention was particularly uneventful. Once again, Mr. Park didn't leave you and Minho alone so you didn't really have the opportunity to talk to him. However, you had the feeling he seemed...upset? Okay, you had to stop trying to deduce his moods or try to change him for the better. At one point, Mr. Park went to the bathroom so you had about three minutes alone with Minho. Just as you were wondering whether to say anything or not, Minho beat you to it:

"I'm sorry for earlier if I seemed a little...off," he spoke sincerely. "I've been worried about my grades and whether they will be enough for college and I took it out on you."

"Lee Minho, worrying about college? Unbelievable," you scoffed and then, realizing how insensitive you sounded, were quick to correct yourself. "Sorry. That was a dick move on my behalf."

"No, you have a point," he shrugged. "I know what everyone thinks about me but I don't give a fuck. But I do care what you think."

"You do?" you were beyond surprised.

Minho nodded and opened his mouth to explain further but alas, Mr. Park returned just then. You couldn't resist the urge to roll your eyes. A couple of minutes later, Minho somehow managed to slide a note under the table and into your hand. And that all miraculously went unnoticed by the dreadful teacher. The insides of the note made you smile.

I need to talk to you but not here. If I were to hypothetically drive to your place in the middle of the night, would you hypothetically come out to see me? P.S. I want to kill Mr. Park, that fucking cockblock of a hypocrite :)

You quickly scribbled your response:

I also wanted us to finish our conversation. I would hypothetically climb out of my window to see you. P.S. I know, right? Fun date idea: kill Mr. Park ^_^

You heard Minho chuckling lightly and continuing to write another note.

We're doing it. Tonight. Hypothetically, of course. P.S. Murder and chill ;) Actual goals, huh?

You had to press a hand against your own mouth to stop yourself from releasing most unwholesome cackling sounds upon reading Minho's joke. He was unbelievably funny and it had taken you quite some time to realize it.

You couldn’t fall asleep, anxiously anticipating Minho’s message. It was already 11:30pm but you couldn’t possibly afford to close your eyes. Even though he had said hypothetically, you were fairly certain he would make good on his promise. And besides, if you fell asleep and missed his text, you would risk angering him. And you really didn't want that to happen. It was better to just stay awake.

Finally, at 11:45pm, your phone buzzed. You excitedly opened his message.

I parked around a hundred metres down the street, just in case your parents are awake. Are you coming?

Your response: 

I'm on my way!!!

You had already put on a cute outfit and you internally cursed yourself for being so eager to please him. Whatever, it was too late to change clothes again. You climbed out of your window, as your room was only on the second floor, and bravely jumped out of it, unfortunately landing right into the thorny bush of roses in your mother's garden. Your knees got slightly scraped but you continued running impatiently down the street, until finally you made it to Minho's car.

"Fucking hell, Y/N, did you fight dragons to get here?" he exclaimed upon seeing your injured knees and pulled out the first aid kit from the glove compartment of his car. 

Soon enough, he was putting bandaids on your legs. Touched by his tenderness, you couldn't help but let out a surprised yelp when he went as far as kissing the sensitive skin on your knees. Who was this man and what had he done to the former bully?

"Um, thanks," you mumbled nervously. "You said you wanted to talk to me. So...shall we talk?"

"You get into my car looking like a snack and you think we'll talk?" Minho chuckled darkly. You blushed and started playing with your hands. You were feeling uncharacteristically proud that he'd noticed your outfit. "Okay, let's talk."

You blinked at him, amazed that he was truly a man of his word.

"Back then, you said you cared what I think about you," you spoke softly. "Why?"

"Why? Don't you know the reason I've been tormenting Hyunjin for so long?"

"Um, you were bored or something?" you suggested dumbly.

"Oh, darling, you had no idea, did you?" Minho shook his head.

"So, tell me," you begged.

"Because I was jealous. That he got to spend every second of his time around you. He's so lucky you're his best friend and he doesn't even realize it. The only way to receive even a fraction of your attention was if I was mean to Hyunjin."

"Or you could have just talked to me," you sighed.

"And risk getting rejected?"

"Minho, if I knew you felt this way and if you hadn't bullied Hyunjin, I wouldn't have rejected you. We're not in the first grade."

"Well, I suppose my first-grade tactic worked. You're here now."

"I'm here because you coerced me into this," you explained, even though it was a lie. At first, maybe that was part of it. But now? You were genuinely interested in Minho and wanted to get to know him better. What kind of a person that made you, you weren't sure you wanted to admit. Not to him and certainly not to yourself. "But it doesn't have to be this way in the future. You could...change."

You were so intent on making him a better person that you didn't realize the one who needed changing the most was you.

"You really believe that?"

"I do."

Minho kissed you gently and you found yourself kissing him back out of your own free will. Soon enough, you climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. You could feel him hardening between your legs and honestly, it was kind of an ego boost. Lee Minho was here, completely at your mercy, and he wanted you. Not one of the cheerleaders or whatever it was stereotypical bullies were usually into. No. He was interested in plain old you. As you tugged on his soft hair with your fingers, you couldn't help but be amazed by the light moan that came out of his beautiful lips.

"Can we...try something different?" he asked.

"Anything," you promised without thinking.

"Could you tell me...nice things this time? Please?" Minho begged.

"Babe," you cooed gently. "Of course, I can. You've been doing so good for me. My pretty Minho."

He beamed upon hearing you say that and began saying lovely words himself:

"You got dressed up all for me? My gorgeous angel, I'm so happy you came."

"I told you I would, didn't I?"

"I was afraid you wouldn't," Minho confessed. "I mean, at school it's quite easy to make you do as I please but...I thought you'd stand me up."

"Nooo, Minho..." you pouted. "Though, I was a bit worried you wouldn't come."

"Did you wait for me long, doll?"

"It doesn't matter," you avoided his dark gaze.

"Tell me," he insisted.

"I was checking my phone all the time," you admitted.

"I'm sorry, babe," Minho replied honestly. And you believed him.

Things between you and Minho were getting more and more serious. He was nicer than ever, both towards you and Hyunjin. And your feelings of hatred were now but a distant memory. However, as Minho was becoming a better person, you also noticed a change in Hyunjin. When he used to get bullied, he was less talkative and withdrawn from other students. Yet, the second Minho stopped tormenting Hyunjin, it was like a switch flipped inside your best friend. And suddenly, he was the most extroverted guy around here. Not just that, he grew more confident and you were even inclined to say, he became popular. It was only a matter of time, you thought. Hyunjin was devastatingly handsome, extremely talented, unbelievably funny, ridiculously tall and sickeningly sweet. But you had been so used to having him to yourself that when you spotted him talking to other people, a part of you felt somewhat...jealous. You tried to suppress these feelings, reminding yourself that Hyunjin deserved to be happy, deserved to have friends other than you. Despite that, you couldn't control yourself from feeling a bit left out. Especially when you observed the increasing number of the pretty girls surrounding him. You knew that you had no right to feel this way, considering you had a thing going on with Minho - Hyunjin's former bully, of all people. And yet...

"My detention days are over," you notified him during one of your breaks. "Want to do something fun after classes?"

"Like what?" Hyunjin teased. "Your idea of fun is doing homework together."

You pouted, a bit offended.

"Hey, I can do fun! Just tell me what you feel like doing and I'm game."

"Sunshine, you don't need to do stuff you're not comfortable with for my sake," he flicked your forehead playfully. "Just come over after classes, we can make popcorn and watch a movie together or something."

"Really?" you grinned hopefully. "If you want to go clubbing, I'm totally in."

"Clubbing? Who gave you the impression I wanted that?"

"I overheard you talking to Yeji earlier and it got me thinking I'm your least entertaining friend."

"That's nonsense. You're my best friend. No one can top that."

You smiled fondly.

"So, movie date at my place?" Hyunjin asked just to make sure. And despite the fact this was not the first time he'd referred to your little hang-outs as "dates", your heart still did a backflip. You had hoped that your feelings for Hyunjin would go away now that you were...whatever it was you were to Minho. But alas, every encounter with Hyunjin left you yearning for more.

"You got it."

After classes, you and Hyunjin went to his house. The familiarity of it made you feel so safe and welcome. Everything about his home was so warm. As the two of you made popcorn together and then proceeded to watch a movie, you found yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him. Hyunjin was your forever what if. Everything inside of you was struggling to contain these emotions below the surface but instead of fading away, they were only becoming stronger. At one point, Hyunjin paused the movie and excused himself to the bathroom. You nodded absent-mindedly and looked around. You knew his room like the back of your hand. You had seen it a hundred times. His bed, his laptop, his door, his posters. Everything. Except the black notebook currently on his desk. That, you had never seen before. What could it be? A diary? Or something else? Curiosity killed the cat and you quickly opened it before he was back from the toilet. Despite knowing how wrong it was. Despite knowing that in doing so, you'd break his trust. Despite knowing you had a secret of your own, far too terrible to ever reveal. It was a sketchbook. The first couple of pages were filled with beautiful flowers and mountains. You smiled upon witnessing Hyunjin's artistic tendencies. Then, suddenly your eyes spotted something that was neither a flower, nor a mountain. It was...you. One, two, three, you began flipping through the pages, there were more paintings of you than you could possibly count.

"What are you doing?" Hyunjin asked angrily. You'd never seen him angry. You flinched despite yourself and closed his sketchbook, embarrassed at having been caught red-handed. "Why did you touch my stuff?"

"Sorry, I just...You...you're really talented, Hyun, you should try applying for art college."

He shook his head and snatched the black notebook from your hands.

"No one was supposed to see this. Least of all, you," he scoffed.

"Listen, I know snooping around was wrong of me but I seriously don't see why you're so upset. I'm your best friend, you can show me anything. And I meant what I said about your talent-"

"Are you seriously so fucking blind you don't get why I'm angry?" Hyunjin hissed.

You looked down in shame.

"I...shouldn't have invaded your privacy, I get that now," you apologized quietly.

"No, you don't get it," he sighed exasperatedly.

"Then, explain it to me," you pleaded with him. "So that I can do better."

"I'm angry because I like you in a way a best friend shouldn't. These paintings were for my eyes only, you were never supposed to see them. I've been trying to hide my feelings for so long. Because I couldn't risk...I couldn't risk my crush on you ruining our friendship."

"Hyun-"

"No, don't say anything," he interrupted you. "It's better if you just go right now, forget I said any of that and pretend it didn't happen tomorrow. I can't bear to hear you reject me."

"You have to hear me out, please," you insisted and even though Hyunjin was refusing to meet your gaze, you placed your hands on his cheeks and continued to speak. "I'm not going to reject you," you said, surprising both him and yourself. 

Because despite your agreement with Minho, your crush on Hyunjin hadn't magically disappeared. In fact, it only grew stronger. And now that you knew Hyunjin liked you back...it was too good of a chance to miss. 

"I've liked you since forever. In a non-best friend way. And I didn't tell you for the exact same reason you also kept it a secret. I was afraid of doing something that would mess up our friendship. But I'm not afraid anymore."

And then, you kissed Hyunjin. Your best friend, your crush, your forever what if turned real. He kissed you just as fervently and wrapped his arms around your lower back tightly. As you melted into his arms, you thought if this didn't ruin your friendship, nothing could. But even a fool knew better than that.

To be continued...

[koitrash]

Her best friend

Good lord was this hard to write but i needed it for my soul. I love Dina so much man. Sad angst with a happy ending. Also if you like to listen to music while you read the argument was inspired by 'I didn't change my number' By Billie Eilish and the ending was FUELED by 'I'm tired' by Labirnth and 'Warm' by the neighborhood.

Paring: Ellie x reader

Warnings: ANGST, Arguing, swearing, mentions of fluff lmfao, happy ending i guess

Word count: 2.4k

You and Dina never got along. She was always making snarky remarks towards you but she was Ellie's best friend so you put up with it. But they get a little too handsy at the winter dance and you might just blow over.

“Wait, so he rigged the whole town?” You laughed at the almost comical, true story Ellie was telling. Her arm was draped lazily on your waist as you both leaned on the bar. She cradled a small cup, half full of whiskey as she looked over at you.

“He had a little bit of trust issues.” She chuckled. You guys were at the winter dance. You loved it. The mix of bodies dancing around always made you smile brightly. The room was decorated so nicely, warm lights wrapped around every corner. People laughed and sang together with the band playing. Ellie didn't really enjoy it but she came because she knew how much you did. She knew you liked to dance, lose yourself in the crowd, letting the music move through your body. It was what pulled her to you. You were enchanting when you danced. However, Ellie wasn't much of a dancer, you knew that and opted to stay by her side the whole time. It didn't bother you, you enjoyed just being with her. You liked the way she touched you idly, placing sweet little kisses to your temple from time to time. The way she'd hold your hand for comfort when she's nervous. Or the way you'd catch her staring at you while you worked, like if she'd look away for a second you'd be gone forever. You honestly loved every little thing about her.

“You can go out there if you want, I'll be fine.” Ellie sent you a reassuring smile. She could feel you swaying slightly to the melody, waiting to get out there and free yourself.

“You sure?” You traced over her features for any ounce of doubt, only to be met with admiration sparking in her eyes.

“Yeah.” She laughed a bit, nudging you forward with her arm. You didn't have to be told twice, the music was calling your name.

The beat vibrated through your body, feeling intoxicated with just the tunes. You let your limbs have a mind of their own as you danced, this was your favorite feeling in the world. A feeling of being free. And it was cut too short as you whirled your head around back to see Ellie, who had Dina’s arm draped across her shoulder. You felt your breath catch as you watched her grab Ellie's cup, downing the rest of the drink in one go. Now Dina was Ellie's best friend, and has been for years. They were extremely close, which didn't bother you. She did a great job of spending time with both of you. What you didn't particularly enjoy was watching Dina start to get a little too handsy with her. Ellie didn't realize it, she was far too stuck up your ass to catch it. But you did. You decided not to tell her unless Dina was taking it too far and your gut was telling you this might be the time she let her touch linger for a little too long.

Whipping your head back around, you tried to get lost in the music again, desperate to get rid of the stale taste in your mouth. You didn't want to be the crazy possessive girlfriend, especially with her best friend. But you couldn't help it. Dina was always rude to you. She always made snarky stupid remarks about you and Ellie. At first you thought it was because she might have thought you stole Ellie away from her but now you are completely convinced it was because she has a crush on her. The music slowed and the crowd calmed, starting to break off into pairs, you turned back to Ellie who was nowhere to be found. Your eyes scoped the room frantically. Last time she was seen was with Dina around her neck so that means nothing good can be happening right now. It's not that you didn't trust Ellie, you trusted her with your life, you didn't trust Dina. It irritated you just knowing she thinks she can steal your girlfriend away from you.

And there they were. Your face immediately scrunched at the sight. Dina pulled Ellie's arm around her waist, placing her hands on her shoulders. There was still enough room in between them to write it off as just ‘friends dancing’ but Ellie doesn’t even like to dance. She has only ever danced with you in the comfort of her own home. You never even thought to ask her to dance with you in front of people, her body language practically screamed no and she'd be so wildly uncomfortable. So you didn't know which was worse, the fact that she was dancing with someone or that Dina was forcing her to do it.

No. Ellie is grown. She can make decisions on her own. She wasn't drunk, maybe slightly tipsy at best. She wasn't being forced to dance, she was holding Dina in her arms by her own will. Her own decision. You drew a deep breath in, moving to make your way back to the bar to wait on Ellie to return. This shouldn't bother you. This won't tear you guys apart the way Dina wants.

You ordered another drink, knocking it back in one go, eager to get this nasty taste out your mouth. You turned around to see them closer now. You took another deep breath, you had to calm yourself before you lash out.

“Oh wow.” A deep voice vibrated through your bones as you turned to see the source. Jesse stood next to you now, also staring at the PDA Ellie and Dina were showing. So someone else sees it too.

“Yeah.” Was all you could manage to strangle out, anger quickly growing. Jesse seemed to catch onto that too as he carefully eyed you, concerned.

“You okay?” He questioned. You turned your gaze to him, mind running wild with what you would say to Ellie right now. However Jesse was now looking at something more interesting. His jaw dropped slightly as he stared in the direction of your rage. You whipped your head back quickly to see Dina pressing her lips into Ellies.

Red.

Red was all you saw as your mind was engulfed in fury. Your eyebrows shot up and everything in the room went silent. Nothing else mattered. Dina was kissing your girlfriend. You need to leave. The siren blared in your mind. Leave. It was like everything was in slow motion. You looked down at your hands to see them shaking violently. Go. Ellie pushed her off, face twisted with disgust. Or maybe confusion you couldn't tell anymore. Did she want to kiss her back?

“Fuck.” The words left your mouth like a ghost, unsure if they were even yours. You didn't know if anything was really yours. The kiss replayed in your mind and you wanted to throw up, stomach full of anger. You knew it. You fucking called it. Why didn't you warn Ellie of her best friend's hidden motives. Ellie frantically searched the room for you, Dina hot on her tail. Your face twisted at the sight. Jesse laid a hand on your shoulder, pulling you out of the scene that unfolded before you.

“Y/n.” He muttered.

“I have to go.” Your voice shook more than you anticipated. You wanted to seem strong, like this didn’t bother you because that's exactly what Dina wanted. But your voice trembled and a lump in your throat threatened tears to start falling. You moved quickly for the door. Unsure if Ellie saw or not, you really didn't care. You didn't know who to hate at this point. Ellie, Dina or yourself. The cold air of winter damn near smacked you in the face as you pushed past the doors. Air. It felt relieving. Something you knew was going to be there, old reliable wouldn't let you down. It grounded you, snapping back your senses. Ellie didn't do anything wrong, she didn't want that kiss, it was obvious. Your mind scrambled, trying to collect rational thoughts. It was true, Dina pushed for the kiss but Ellie could have cut it off long before. If only you told her.

You were in front of your house when you heard a familiar voice call out your name. Turning around you felt the rage spark in you again. Ellie stared at you huffing, wide eyed, distraught, scared even. She was met with your cold glare. You couldn't help it, this was shimmering on the back burner for far too long. “Y/n.” She repeated, moving closer to you, stretching out that hand that you would normally take immediately, comfort overwhelming you.

“Why’d you leave?”

“Dont act like you dont fucking know.” You bit back, words sharp on your tongue.

“Y/n, I-I don't know why she did that.” A red ring started to form around her eyes, voice cracking a bit.

Don't blow up on her, she didn't mean it. The phrase repeated in your head. “I think you should leave. Go back to your little best friend, I know she'd love to have you back in her arms.” You squared your jaw, lips tightened trying to hold down what you really wanted to say.

“That was just Dina being Dina.”

“Dina being Dina.” You scoffed as you copied her, “How many touches is it going to take? How many rude comments about us- about me? How many arguments about how you're ‘spending too much time with me’ your girlfriend for fucks sake? How many kisses is it going to take before it's not just Dina being Dina?” You crossed your arms waiting for her response and was met with none. A short, tight laugh left you as you watched her, quiet as she tried to search for an explanation. You started to turn away until she finally spoke up.

“She didn't mean it like that.” Her response didn't warrant you to turn to her. Instead you continued to walk to your house.

“Dina is just like that. She touches all of her friends like that. It's not that serious Y/n.” A cold metal doorknob greeted your hand.

“Keep it up and you'll lose your girlfriend.” You pushed the door open, stepping into the cold dark corridor. A warm tear ran down your face as you shut the door behind you. Your legs felt like noodles, your chest like all the air was sucked out your lungs. And you just stood there for a second, taking it all in. You didn't want to break up with Ellie, you loved her to death, but everytime she excused her best friend for her actions it tore your heart to pieces. Hot tears ran down your face, features scrunched as you heaved, sobbing your anger away.

Three loud knocks behind you tore you from your breakdown.

“Y/n can you talk to me please.” Ellie called from behind the door, jiggling the handle. “Open the door.”

You couldn't move, you couldn't stop crying, you couldn't tell her to go away, you could only sob, gasping desperately for air.

“Please,” You heard a short weep from outside the door. “Please open the door, Y/n.”

You were always weak for Ellie, no matter what she did. You never wanted to know you were the one who was making her cry. You wanted to hold her, apologize for the fight. You wanted to wipe her tears and kiss her all over till she felt better. But you couldn't do that right now.

The door creaked as you slowly opened it, revealing a teary eyed, pink nosed Ellie standing in front of you. Her frame was small almost, slouching as soon as she saw you. Her face melted into guilt when she met your eyes. Your face scrunched as you tried to bite down the sob clogging your throat.

“Why are you acting like my feelings are disposable?” More tears fell from your eyes. “Dina is so mean to me in front of you all the time and you don't even notice. She's always saying how she feels that I'm not right for you and she- she's touching you all the time.” You sobbed, chest caving as you sucked in a sharp breath of cold air. Ellie took a step forward, stretching her arms out to embrace you. Your legs moved before you told them to, dodging her grasp quickly, you raised your hand.

“I am not done, don't you touch me.” You pushed out your jaw slightly, the familiar tingle of anger rising again. “I'm tired Ellie, I can't do this anymore. I can't let you keep watching me get hurt over and over again while you excuse her every time. I- I feel like I'm going crazy, why don't you see it?”

“A-Are you breaking up with me?” Ellie choked out, holding down a sob.

This broke you. Completely shattered your soul. “I don't want to.” Was all you could say as you lost the fighting battle to cry uncontrollably. God- Ellie was your heart and soul, the last thing you wanted was to leave her. Images of her holding you tightly, whispering sweet nothings in your ear flooded your mind. You watching her sleep, or you rocking her back to sleep after she had a night terror. Holding hands. Counting her freckles. Cuddling on cold winter mornings. Her, watching you carefully as her pen flew across a paper. You cook breakfast, she cooks dinner. The deep conversations about life, your future, together. The I love you’s.

“I'm sorry Y/n, I should have noticed. I should have caught her saying those things to you, you're right, I was right there. I tried to deny it for so long thinking it would just go away. I just wanted it to go away so bad, so I ignored it. Not even thinking about how you felt. I thought if I just held you enough, kissed you enough, she’d stop.” She cried, voice wavering with every word that she spat out. You knew her well enough to know that she was genuine. She didn't want to lose you just as much as you didnt want to lose her. You guys fit so well, like a missing puzzle piece waiting decades to get solved.

“So tell her to stop.” You sniffed.

“I will. I promise.”

“Okay.” Your voice was small, barely over a whisper. You moved closer to her, signaling that you were okay with her touch again. Immediately her arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly like you were going to turn into dust at any moment. “I don't want you to leave me.” You cried into her neck as she rubbed circles into your back.

“I won’t ever leave you Y/n.” She paused for a moment, breathing in your scent. “I love you so much baby, I'm so sorry I hurt you.” Her hand cradled your head, holding you close, safe.

idk what made me wanna get my feelings hurt today. AND before anyone says Dina wouldn't be mean and petty to ellie's gf she 100% would they even talked about it at the beginning of the game. Ellie told Dina she knew she didn't like her ex and Dina didn't even like her tattoo at first bc her ex did it. LMFAOOO anyways i'm still working on 3 more fics before i take a lil break :)) Thanks for reading this far!! I hope you enjoyed <33333