#this last time idk who it was just someone

[girlfromflor]

idk if this makes sense but i couldn't stop thinking about it. omega!reader x pack!141 but simon and reader have a backstory.

you were rescued by los vaqueros. that was all anyone knew about you. there were no files, no archives, no photos, no information at all that you were indeed a living person. the ones who believed you were real were the ones that had seen you. but that's it. the only proof that you existed came to those who stared into your lifeless eyes and got a glimpse of your seemingly cold, distant demeanor and sharp, almost unnatural reflexes. almost is the key word, because they were in fact the most natural, primal form of your being. your omega.

it has barely been a week since you were rescued and they haven’t let you stop for a second. the higher-ups transferred you from place to place. from the local hospital to the base's medical center, back to back like you were some important patient even though there was nothing wrong with you. they just had no idea what to do with you. you were a deceiver. they had no trust in you to “allow” you to the outside world because that would mean a threat to civilians. and there was no locking you away either because they liked to pretend they weren't just as worse as the ones who kept you locked in some dirty dungeon far away from humanity.

they couldn't figure out what to do. you had a way of controlling your scent with such expertise that wasn't known to trained military soldiers. most of the time you masked your omega scent well. you didn’t smell like nothing at all, a neutral almost non existent aroma lingered around you. it wasn't very different from when someone would use scent blockers and they wondered how did you learn that in the first place. it took them seven long days to get you to let go and allow an omega specialist to get a sniff of your natural scent, no manipulating involved. 

just as you could mask your scent to a non existent one, you could also make it more appealing, more seductive. it was a problem, really. it brought alphas and betas to a dizzy haze where they felt like they had to do what you wanted so you could allow them closer for as long as it was possible. you made them submit in your own, fucked up way. even the elite forces couldn't help but give in to you. you lured people in, just to whisper your way into their hearts and minds to have what you wanted. and all you ever wanted was to survive, no matter what. always.

it wasn’t long before word spread and you were faced with the reality that your future once again was stripped away from your hands and put into the care of others. people you didn’t know and that you didn’t want to be forced to get to know. people you didn’t want to meet in the first place. and you were prepared to stand your ground. you were ready to do whatever it'd take for you to feel like you took back at least a bit of control of your life. the one you've long lost. the one you so deeply yearn to have back. even if it meant war. hell, you'd chase a way to feed your needs even if that meant death.

you waited patiently, sitting down on the hospital-like bed in one of the many rooms in the base's med center, playing with your fingers to pretend you had something to do other than think. you let yourself daydream from time to time, usually you fell in the arms of your very vivid memories from the last place you used to live in – the place you've been kept pretty much your whole life, but not anymore. you weren't given options, you knew you were going to be handed to someone only for this person to decide what was going to happen. the lack of opportunities to give consent and to have control over your own life were both things you never had the privilege to have. you caught yourself overthinking more often than not. it was a cruel habit, of course, but one you rather have over suicidal ones. you used to have those too, you recall. 

you never indulged in self harm of any kind, but suicide was a regular thought of yours before you met simon. your dear, cherished best friend who you kept well hidden somewhere in the back of your mind. the last time you saw him you were helping him escape the grey walls and steel gates where you were trapped for years. the place was supposed to be a orphanage. and it was, for a while. the younger ones were adopted by loving families and, eventually, moved on from the cold, creepy place. the ones who weren't chosen, the neglected and overlooked like yourself, were left behind to grow older and to grow wiser on their own. they were left alone with the slow understanding that if they weren't picked by the time their adulthood came, they would be sold somewhere else. 

you were a teenager by the time you stumbled upon simon. the tall, threatening young alpha who seemed to be older by only a few years, maybe months. alphas and omegas were kept in separate places of the building, so imagine your surprise when you were met with his warm chest, your cheek knocking on the fabric of his hoodie as you walked without looking forward, and rather to your right where anyone could appear at any moment. it was late, probably past midnight and you had the habit of sneaking around the building to find its secret places. simon never questioned where you were really going that night, you never explained yourself either, that would feel much too forced. after a while you didn’t have to either, because simon got to know you all too well, he was glad he accidentally caught you when he did.

after a few days of pining over each other's company, you sat down beside simon during lunch. none of you said a word but it became a routine. before either of you could realize a few months had passed and you saw each other every day, the two of you developed a very deep friendship filled with care and mutual understanding. lunches turned into whole days together, the days turned into months and as you grew fonder of each other you also realized there wasn't much time left. that’s where it all started. it was you who told simon to run away, it was you who said that he could make it, that he’d find a pack, a family, a home. you showed him every single one of the alternative exits around the building, you wrote down by memory the schedule of every security guard that worked on the big gates that kept you inside. you ran with him and you fought with him – you fought for him, because when the plan went down, you gave up on your own attempt of running away to be sure that he would make it out. you did it for him, for the love you found with him – one you only ever saw in books, one you never knew you'd ever be able to experience.

the place was huge, to this day simon doesn’t know how you managed to know it all so well to help him out. he later in life realized why it was so big. the place had a hospital-like facade only to be a lot of other things from inside. it was a reformatory to the kids who were sent there to be lectured, the ones like simon. it was an orphanage to others, but he only realized that when he met you. he still remembers that night, even with all the heavy emotions that came with it. he had been woken up by a nightmare and decided to grab something to eat from the kitchen – which was forbidden, but he really didn't care –, only for his idea to be totally forgotten when a smaller being collided with his chest. after that night his nightmares seemed to be slowly but determinedly replaced by images of you,  after a few days he didn’t have sleepless nights anymore and when he realized both of you had come to terms with the fact that you were in fact friends, he didn't even have nightmares at all. although, by the time he was out of the steel gates, hidden behind a tree, scared and panicking as he watched you being dragged back to the stone cold walls of the place he knew you likely wouldn't escape any sooner, he knew he'd never sleep as calmly as he did when he had you. 

it wasn’t long before he was found. price took him in and took care of him. they had a weird alpha to alpha relationship at the beginning, but it was more than simon could've ever asked for and as he grew used to long conversations and talks about his past experiences, simon finally felt like he belonged somewhere. as he joined the first project of task force 141, simon learned how to care for others. he only ever had you who was a fragile, delicate little omega – in his mind, at least – that he avoided hurting at all cost, which meant he avoided you altogether. you cared for each other but it was you who called the shots, it was you who laid boundaries and limits, it was you who took care of him. not the other way around, like it should be – like he wanted it to be.

as the task force 141 became a solid and stable unit, it also became simon's pack. he loves john with all he has, he’s always ready to follow him to the end of the world if that means they’ll still be together. john taught him how to love kyle – sweet, loving kyle who is too kind for his own good –, in a way that felt natural. kyle deserves all the love in this world and simon slowly learned how to give that without feeling like he was going to mess everything up. it was too bad that simon only realized that he was in love with you after he met johnny. johnny came like a hurricane and brought all simon’s walls down one by one. it was johnny who helped him with the nightmares he had of you, johnny was the only one who knew the whole story – how you sacrificed everything for simon, and how he would never allow himself close to another omega who weren’t you. you were probably dead, most likely gave in to the insane torture they must have put you in and either died from it or went into distress and had to be put down somehow. he couldn’t live with any of it, he never forgave himself for what he did – he left you behind, what type of person does that? it doesn’t matter that you were both young and scared for your lives. it doesn’t matter that you purposely threw yourself on the guard that was almost catching simon, only so he could escape and you would be the one captured and dragged back inside. johnny always tried to get simon to get back to the institution and look for you, but simon always sank so fast in the idea that you were already dead that johnny stopped asking, stopped questioning. both he and kyle did a great job at keeping simon’s mind out of bad thoughts and john was there to catch him if he ever fell. now, after so many years, the only reminder that you were part of his life was the nightmares he had of the day he left you, the ones who haunted him every other week.

caught up on reminiscing about your past life, you don’t acknowledge the opening door and the heavy steps that make their way inside of the room you're currently located in. you also don’t realize someone is talking to you until a hand touches your shoulder. you are shaken back into reality at the movement, your body reacting involuntarily and getting on guard and wary for a second. it was a soft touch that you knew meant no harm, but you were distracted and vulnerable. but then again, when weren’t you vulnerable? you look up from your fingers as you quickly take in the person of you, a woman – a beta – she is pretty, with kind eyes and kind intentions. her black skin is as beautiful as the night sky. you can see right through her, she’s scared you will think she has any other intentions when she actually only wants you to have some peace of mind. you can see it in the slight frown of her brows and pressed lips, the edge of an overbearing desire to comfort you well masked, only the soft and comforting beta scent more apparent – if you weren’t so good with scents, you might have missed it.  

“okay…?” she takes her hand away as she asks you, the british accent catching you off guard because most of the people you came in contact with since arriving from the hospital were either mexican or american. you’re not sure what she means.

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard a word you said…” you answer matter-of-factly with a chuckle, wanting to ease her nerves if that meant she’d stop projecting her scent to try and calm you down. you didn’t need that.

she chuckled as well, and you could see her shoulders relaxing a bit as her hands found their way to rest inside the front pockets of her cargo pants. “you seemed distracted, so i don’t blame you,” she jokes back, the atmosphere getting easier to deal with as you both settle in a normal conversation, despite the unusual circumstances. “i said that i’m here to make sure you’re okay and see if you’re ready for the meeting.”

oh, yes, the meeting. it was the usual power speech, they made you feel like you had the opportunity to choose if you want this or not. neither you nor the pretty beta in front of you fall for it, of course. because you aren’t ‘ready’, and you don’t get to voice it. she knows that as much as you, but you know she still wants you to be okay. so you sigh, stepping out of your bed and answer, “yeah… yeah, i’m ready.”

the walk was kind of long, but it was the first time you got to walk around the base, so you took your time watching your surroundings. you realize very quickly you’re wearing a uniform, given that the plain shirts and cargo pants were a very common occurrence – the only difference was that yours were a slightly different colour. you were silently thankful for the break from the hospital gowns you had to wear for the past week. you also thanked the discreet clothing they chose, despite you being a civilian, that way you could blend well among the soldiers and, with your scent masking skills, you became so normal you almost disappeared.

it took two busy days for you to fully comprehend everything that had happened. the orphanage where you grew up was in england. you stayed there most of your life until the day – about six weeks ago – that you were transferred to las almas. a place that stayed just on the border of mexico and the united states, which meant you were transported to the other side of the world without your acknowledgement – an information now known to you, because you were told after you were moved to the base’s med center, three days after you were rescued.

“i’m sorry if that’s, uh… crossing a line… but, what is your name?” you ask the beta that is walking by your side. she hadn’t said anything since you left your previous room, so you guessed maybe she had orders to not talk with you. but that was quickly proved wrong when she gave you a quick glance and a smile formed on her lips.

“i’m sorry,” she starts, seeming like she was trying to hold in a laugh. “i was so nervous i forgot to introduce myself…” she says with a shake of her head, and you wonder if she’s a new recruit or something to be acting so sincerely. “i’m natalie, but you can call me nat.”

“shouldn’t i address you with a respectful name?” you ask, genuinely confused at the intimacy she was allowing. she then lets out a giggle.

“i’m just a recruit with superiors who get me to do their work. i guess you could say they trust me a lot.” she answers in a nonchalant, calm voice. giving you another glance as she guides you inside of a building. she gives you a wink and points to a door by the end of the hall and you understand immediately what it means. you try to keep at least some of the good atmosphere that surrounds you and natalie as you approach the door and she knocks at the wooden surface. 

there’s a moment of silence before some chairs are moved and a deep, masculine voice calls from inside for you to come in. natalie steps in first, holding the door open for you to walk right after. the wave of mixed scents knocks you out a bit, but it’s manageable. the meeting room is just what you expected, plain and organized. practical. there are three chairs being occupied around the long table. you recognize two of them. natalie walks towards the third person, who was sitting at the head of the table – a woman but an alpha, nonetheless  –, they exchange brief greetings before natalie moves to stand behind her. you try to take in her scent alone, distinguishing some floral notes under a smoky cloud, like smelling a flower while standing in front of a bonfire. it’s a pleasant mixture, it brings a sense of warmth without the uncomfortably intense scent of domination alphas usually had. her blond hair was well tied, except for her bangs that covered part of her eyebrows. she had more of a relaxed appearance compared to the other two.

the shortest one was sitting at the woman’s right, closer to the door. a beta like natalie but a man, he was the doctor that accompanied you during the week that had passed. he was polite but very reserved, he asked you to call him doc but never indulged in any other activity to help you feel at ease. you didn’t hold that against him, you rather enjoyed the silence and peace that came with it. the other one, sitting on the left side of the woman, who had an imposing figure and hard stare, was the alpha that took you away from the dirty and dimly lit basement you were being kept in. his name was alejandro, by what you remember from that day. he seemed all too eager for this meeting to be over, while the doctor remained as unfazed as he had been while treating you.

the woman offers you a seat beside the doctor, and you realize he’s only there to ease the tension of you being an unclaimed omega sharing a space with two alphas, maybe that’s the reason natalie is still here too. you take your seat, wondering how long you could keep a neutral scent of your own – it was safe but it was tiring, much like having to keep a raised arm or leg up for too long, it’d eventually give out.

“i’m kate laswell, i’m sure you’ve already been introduced to doctor ortega and to colonel alejandro vargas,” she starts, her tone purposeful and assertive, everyone in the room had their eyes on her. “i know you already answered everything you could, so i’m not going to repeat that,” she says more to ground you for what is to come. she goes through a few papers on her hand but you know she’s trying to buy time, you can smell it in the anxiety that sours the edges of her floral notes – and the worst, the empathy that causes it. “we thought of this with much care considering your situation and with unwavering intentions of solving the undeniable problem caused by our lack of success in keeping you safe as a nation and armed forces,” she takes a pause and you know she is not only talking about las almas, she is talking about your whole life. even if she wasn't part of the british military. after a sigh, she finishes. “and we’ve decided that you’ll be moved to live under the care of trained soldiers who volunteered to take care of your needs, keep you safe and offer the comfort you seek not just as an omega or an addition, but a part of the pack. if, of course, you decide to accept their offer. if you don’t, you can simply share their spaces for a while and whatever happens in the future is up to you and them, rather that is you moving on alone and starting a new life or staying with them.”

it is too much, everyone in the room knows that. you blink slowly trying to take it all in, soldiers volunteered to take you in? what kind of people do this? you can’t decide if they’re too good or too evil. your scent wavers in the air as you start to grow tired from having to deal with so many thoughts in a day. you try to appear to have some inner control and voice out your doubts. “i’m sorry ma’am, who are those who volunteered?”

“there are two packs who stepped up in your regard,” she says, eyeing the alpha on her side. “los vaqueros, which you may remember from the day they helped you out…” she says, eyes roaming your face looking for any sight of a reaction. you stayed as expressionless as you could, but your eyes flickered towards alejandro, who was already looking – boring his eyes – at you. after a pause laswell continues her small speech, “the other pack you haven’t met yet. they’re called task force 141, an elite unit just like the one who saved you, but they’re from england.”

your ear immediately perks up at that, what are they doing so far from uk? you tilt your head only slightly, lips parting to start your questions. she nods in understanding, letting you talk. instead of wasting time with non-important matters you ask what has been burning in your mind. “so, if i choose to stay with los vaqueros, we go to mexico… and if i choose task force 141, we go to england…?” you ask, sounding unsure despite the firm tone of your voice. laswell only nods, already knowing what you’ll choose. you grew up in england, after all. you turn to look at the alpha on the other side of the table, eyes full of honesty as you speak, “i’m grateful for what you did, despite knowing that it is your job…” you watch him nod, knowing what will come next. he doesn’t seem mad, he doesn’t smell angry either, so you turn back to the blond woman, her hands are grabbing the papers sprawled in the table and putting them on a pile, but her attention is on you. you eye natalie behind her, she has a small smile adorning her lips. when she notices you looking at her, she gives you a reassuring nod. you take that as a cue to voice your decision. “i’d like to go with task force 141, please.”

the plea comes involuntarily, a habit you were taught since you were very young and never really had the chance to grow out of it. laswell smiles though, happy to know you actually chose something for yourself, other than choosing the alpha who had saved you like you had something to pay back. because you felt like you did, but you also didn’t want to lose the opportunity to go back to england, even though there wasn’t home anymore. no where was, really. 

you didn’t even think about who this pack is. why they volunteered and what it meant. at least you knew alejandro had helped you, but you knew nothing about this new group or what they wanted with you. you don’t get time to panic over it, though, because the second after you finish your statement kate is muttering a ‘very well, then’ and you are being moved out of the meeting room by natalie, who says that now you’ll just have to wait a few hours before you get to meet them and that your flight to london is going to happen in a week from now – and that’s when you realize that maybe you didn’t really have a choice, because they knew from the start that you’d pick england.

[cursedyuri]

Hi mootie hope youre well

If I may I have a request

Could you write a vi x reader were vi finds readers childhood blanket and stuffie?? How would she react to it how would reader react to vi finding it? Idk I think that it would be cute

Have a wonderful day/noon/night!

-saturn

saturn this is so cute 🥲 here’s some fluffiness for your sunday afternoon <3

typically, you’re good about hiding the worn-out blanket and stuffed bear. whenever vi sends you an on my way text, you fold up your childhood blanket, a patterned quilt with fading fabric, and store it in your closet with your twenty-something-year-old teddy bear. it’s a habit you’d begun in your teenage years, after several partners had made side comments about how silly it was to hold onto those specific childhood relics. over the years, it became second nature to stuff them in the closet when someone comes over.

but today, you don’t get the chance to hide them away - vi arrives unannounced at your apartment, her abrupt knock tearing your attention away from the book in your lap. you open the door to find her clutching a bouquet of flowers, the colorful array of roses and violets and baby’s breath carefully wrapped in paper.

“hey, cutie,” vi greets you with a crooked smile. “flower delivery for the future mrs. violet lanes?”

you roll your eyes playfully, but you’re unable to fight the smile that appears on your lips. “come on in, vi.”

when you reach out to accept the bouquet, though, vi moves back and shakes her head. “let me put it in a vase, yeah?”

“if you insist,” you quip back. you open the door for vi and she struts into your apartment - but not before she greets you with a kiss, her lips warm and soft against yours. you inhale her scent, all smoke and spice, and a relaxation settles into your bones that only ever comes when vi’s around.

following her into the kitchen, you hand vi a pair of scissors and watch her unravel the paper wrapping from the bouquet. with careful precision, she snips each of the stems at an angle, making sure to keep them all at a uniform length. she looks up from her work and quirks a brow at you, smugness in her expression as soon as she notices you’d been staring.

“where do you keep your vases again?” she asks, and you gesture toward your bedroom.

“there’s one on my dresser, actually.”

“then i’ll be right back,” vi says as she backs out of the kitchen.

in the meantime, you lean against the counter in the kitchen, admiring the bouquet she’d picked out for you. vi never fails to amaze you - she knows exactly how to make you feel loved, from the mundane to the extravagant. she’s picked out your favorite flowers in your favorite colors, likely remembering your off-hand comments over the time you’ve been together.

you’re reaching out to fuss with the bouquet of flowers when you hear vi’s footsteps approaching the kitchen again. when you look up, she’s grinning, powder blue eyes practically glimmering with interest.

“who’s this?” she asks, holding up… your teddy bear.

“oh,” you say, mouth hanging open for a moment. “um… that’s mister bear.”

vi lets out a little chuckle, moving the stuffed animal’s arms. “mister bear, huh? first name teddy, last name bear?”

after you don’t respond for a beat, vi looks up from toying with the stuffed bear. she sees you and her expression drops, worry quickly replacing the playful look on her face.

“oh, angel, what’s wrong?” she asks, crossing the kitchen to pull you into her arms. she gives you a quick hug, then pulls back and settles a hand on your cheek, her eyes searching your face. “talk to me.”

you blink back a sudden swell of tears, eyes stinging. “sorry, i just - it’s embarrassing, i guess.”

“don’t be sorry,” vi reassures you. she strokes her thumb over your cheekbone, then leans in to press her lips to yours in a brief kiss.

“i mean, for the record, i think it’s really cute.”

vi leans her forehead against yours, eyes crinkling at the corners when she smiles. you laugh softly, looking away and murmuring, “if you say so.”

“i mean, who wouldn’t love mister bear?” vi asks, holding up the plushie. she pantomimes that he’s waving at you, and you snicker into your hand.

“i guess you’re right, he’s very lovable.” you smile over at vi, and she pulls you into a hug, one strong arm wrapped around your figure. she plants a kiss to your forehead, then sighs, pleased.

“that blankie’s super cute, too, by the way.”

[the-oblivious-writer]

I Will

Shauna Shipman x Reader

One-shot

Summary: You weren't sure when your crush on Shauna Shipman blossomed; maybe it was when she tripped Randy Walsh down a flight of stares because he kept stealing your glasses and calling you four-eyes, or maybe it was when she practically carried you off the field when you sprained your ankle during practice... it could have been a number of times. Either way, you never pursued your feelings towards Shauna, assuming they were one-sided. However, a cliché game of spin the bottle proves you otherwise.

Warning(s): Mild alcohol references (so underage drinking), kissing/making out (not explicit but certainly passionate), light sensuality, and no crash au.

Notes: watch episode six whenever you get the chance (idk how I'm gonna make it through another week without my girls 💔).

The Yellowjackets victory party was in full swing, the living room of Jackie's house transformed into a teenage playground of questionable decision-making. Music thumped through speakers, empty pizza boxes created precarious towers, and the distinct scent of whatever Misty had mixed into the punch lingered in the air.

You sat cross-legged in a circle of your teammates, acutely aware of Shauna Shipman's knee occasionally brushing against yours. The same knee that had impressed you earlier with its precision during that game-winning penalty kick.

"Alright, ladies!" Jackie's voice cut through the chatter as she placed an empty bottle in the center. "Time to elevate this championship celebration. Spin the bottle—with a twist."

Taissa groaned. "Please tell me the twist isn't something Misty concocted."

"Hey!" Misty protested from across the circle, adjusting her glasses indignantly.

"Seven minutes in heaven," Jackie announced with theatrical flair, gesturing toward the hallway closet. "Spin lands on someone, and you both disappear for seven glorious, uninterrupted minutes of... whatever."

Your eyes inadvertently flicked to Shauna, who was busy examining her fingernails with sudden, intense fascination.

The game progressed with typical teenage awkwardness. Van spun and landed on Taissa, their seven minutes returning them both with conspicuously mussed hair. Lottie and Laura Lee somehow spent their time discussing biblical interpretations of closet spaces, according to Lottie's cryptic explanation.

Then Shauna's turn arrived.

She spun with surprising force, the bottle rotating in hypnotic circles before gradually slowing. Your heart performed an impressive series of gymnastic maneuvers as the bottle neck inched past Jackie, past Misty, and landed—unmistakably—pointing at you.

"Well, well," Jackie smirked, "our midfield dynamic duo gets some quality time."

Shauna's eyes met yours, a complex blend of emotions swirling behind them. "Ready, teammate?" she asked, her voice carefully neutral despite the slight crack on the last syllable.

You managed a nod that you hoped appeared more casual than you felt.

The closet was smaller than it appeared from the outside. Coats pressed against your back, and the distinct smell of Jackie's family's fabric softener surrounded you. The door clicked shut, plunging you into darkness save for the thin strip of light beneath the door.

"So..." Shauna's voice came from somewhere very close. "Seven minutes."

"Approximately four hundred and twenty seconds," you replied, immediately regretting the nervous calculation.

A soft laugh escaped her. "I didn't realize we had a human stopwatch on the team."

"Sorry, I just—"

"Don't apologize," she interrupted. Your eyes had adjusted enough to see her outline, the curve of her profile as she leaned against the wall opposite you—all of twelve inches away. "It's cute. Your brain does this... thing... when you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous," you lied automatically.

"Right," Shauna whispered. "And I didn't spend the entire second half watching you instead of focusing on defense."

The air between you seemed to compress, heavy with unspoken words.

"We don't have to do anything," you offered, though your racing heart betrayed a different preference. "We could just talk about the tournament or—"

"Is that what you want?" Shauna asked, suddenly closer. "To talk about soccer strategy in a closet?"

Your breath caught. "Not particularly."

You felt rather than saw her smile. "Good. Because I've been thinking about kissing you since that practice where you nutmegged Coach Martinez."

"That was three months ago," you managed.

"I'm aware of the timeline," Shauna replied dryly, her hand finding yours in the darkness. "I've been keeping track."

When her lips finally met yours, it wasn't the hesitant exploration you'd imagined. Shauna Shipman kissed with the same focused intensity she brought to the soccer field—purposeful, skilled, and utterly captivating. Your back pressed against hanging coats as her hands found your waist, steadying you both in the cramped space.

You responded with equal fervor, fingers tangling in her hair, drawing a soft sound from her that you immediately committed to memory. The kiss deepened, months of sidelong glances and lingering high-fives transforming into something electric and undeniable.

"I should have spun that bottle weeks ago," she murmured against your neck, her breath warm and sending shivers down your spine.

"Technically," you replied between kisses, "you could have just asked me out instead of waiting for party game divine intervention."

Shauna laughed against your lips. "Where's the drama in that?"

Your response was cut short by her mouth finding yours again, more insistent this time. Time became meaningless, measured only in heartbeats and shared breaths.

When Jackie's voice eventually called "Time's up!" from the other side of the door, you reluctantly separated, both breathing heavily.

Shauna reached up to gently fix your disheveled hair, a surprising tenderness in the gesture. "So," she whispered, "want to discuss strategy over coffee tomorrow?"

"Soccer strategy?" you asked with a raised eyebrow.

Her smile was visible even in the dim light. "Among other things."

As you stepped back into the bright living room, met with knowing smirks from your teammates, you caught Shauna's eye across the circle. The look she gave you promised far more than seven minutes.

Jackie glanced between you two and rolled her eyes. "Well, that's one way to improve midfield communication."

Shauna's deadpan response—"Very efficient use of practice time"—sent the team into howls of laughter, while her fingers discreetly found yours behind the cover of Jackie's throw pillow.

Some victories, you decided, were even sweeter than championships.

[10thmusemoon]

Rotating yueyuan where the light bulb goes off In SY’s brain first and he’s like, “wait DO you have feelings for yqy??”

SJ, being himself, immediately denies it in the most insulting way possible. To which SY’s response is to be pissed on YQY’s behalf and defend him until SJ snipes “sounds like YOU’RE the one with a crush.”

Hahaha what a gotcha moment!! Shen on Shen petty violence ensues!!

Except….this little argument is what has SY’s self reflection system booting up.

YQY is a reasonably handsome and nice guy! There’s no reason he should be single! Even he, a certified straight man, has noticed how certain fabrics cling to YQY’s form or the way he bites his lips when concentrating. Objectively! He’s a hot man! The kind that anyone would have wet dreams about at least once during a formative point in their lives! SY sure did!

But does that mean he likes YQY Like That? It doesn’t! It shouldn’t!

Except, well, shouldn’t someone? But no…thinking about yqy with someone else doesn’t quite sit right either. It would make the most sense for it to be SJ, after all he was YQY’s friend first. But after their mysterious little friend break up that neither seems too keen to talk about, and might not even be That Serious since yqy still helps SJ when called, it’s highly unlikely to be a thing. Which, rude! YQY is a dependable guy! Even if SJ is ‘mad’ at him, it’s normal to feel some affectionate for a guy like that!! Right??

Maybe he asks LQG about it, phrases it some kind of way that sounds like he’s asking if it’s normal to crush on an older male friend.

Lqg, who has crushed on yqy, sy, and now reluctantly LBH to the point that he possibly believes it to be a normal stage of friendship. “Yeah, doesn’t everyone?”

He rephrases the question again, thinking LQG didn’t hear the “male friend” part and gives up when the answer doesn’t change.

If he goes to airplane about it, SQH would be mean mugging from across the table, muttering something about how the heavens give everything to those least deserving. SY is pretty, rich, and has a line of hot babes trying to dick him down. The last thing SQH wants to do is make life easier on him. Suffering builds character.

“Idk bro, go ask Binghe, or better yet, Shen Jiu.”

Binghe is all on board, enthusiastically agreeing that yes it is SO normal to develop feelings for an older brother figure, perhaps even someone seen as a mentor. It DEFINITELY WOULDNT BE WEIRD for those feelings to be reciprocated, and they wouldn’t know until some one makes the first move, RIGHT!??

Binghe is practically crawling into his lap with how excited he is about this, it’s all very cute and actually makes SY feel a little better about the whole thing. Luo Binghe is leagues smarter than SQH and better at reading people than LQG. If a normal, hot blooded, young man like him seems to think this, then it must be true.

He gives binghe a head pat and delivers the final blow, “well if binghe seems to think so, maybe there’s something to it after all. I’ll let you know what he says after I confess.”

LBH’s inconsolable wailing is heard from down the street.

I think SY would try to check in with SJ one last time, just to be sure.

“You really don’t want to be with Qi-ge like that?”

“Stop calling him that,” SJ uses finger quotes derisively, “like that? What are you, a child?”

Without missing a beat, SJ goes back to the heavy book in his lap, pointedly turning a page. “Of course not, who would?”

A pause.

“Me.”

Somehow, SY doesn’t hear the kill bill sirens suddenly going off. He does, fortunately, dodge the book.

[souptastical]

i normally dont post politics here and idk if theres any fellow canadians in my follower list, but if there is I just wanna state myself as someone who's there to talk if they ever need... to like shoot the shit or just hopefully alleviate some anxiety through this time.

For people in the states/europe/rest of the world, a simple news search can inform what's going down. But to personally relay it-

a lot of our business's have already barred people using american money- changed their signage to preach the "elbows up!" slogan which is like our battle cry or some shit now

we're talking of fucking guerilla warfare if they try to take us... which seems like, unbelievable right? yeah thing is were not saying it lightly

people are giving others shit for buying american products- like literally arguing over it

the attitude towards the american people- not just their government- is at an all time low... it infested hockey last month. We boo'd the american anthem.... That may sound silly to view as important, but holy shit is that ever a bad fucking sign.

This wasn't even in the cards, for the most part. We know our Great Lakes and other resources have been looked at as candy to them for years, but no one was ever so wildly fucking stupid to say that we should be theirs. Were not. We are like, so very fucking not. Never were- if they wanna go off the fucking war of 1812, Oregon Dispute and Revolutionary war, we could 10000% say the same.

Like yeah, the "president" is an idiot, he always says stupid shit, but tariffs and those words are were this allll starts. And his people are our friends, our family...

If this reaches any Americans, know the majority of us are still cool with you. We know he doesn't speak for all of you, and I've seen the solidarity for us up here. I ask to keep preaching that solidarity, because if it was in the reverse we would do the exact same for you.

[tiki-was-here]

Most Valuable Possession Chapter One

Injured Athlete Homelander x Physical therapist reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Ashley is losing her hair and John is constantly seconds away from just beating someone to death as always. Reader is kinda sassier than i’d like but ur a doctor and all the doctors i know are seconds away from snapping as well. Lowkey highkey hate this but if anything i’ll just edit it later. Idk if anything makes sense medically I’m not a doctor

CW: EXTREMELY TOXIC WORK ENVIRONMENT

The soft hum of the overhead lights did little to ease the tension building in your shoulders. You were used to high-profile clients, but something about today felt different. Maybe it was the fact that it’d been five hours since you’d last eaten, or maybe it was the fact that Homelander himself was walking into your office today.

You glanced at the clock. He was late—no surprise there. But you were ready for whatever attitude he’d bring. The man had an ego the size of a stadium, and his time, in his mind at least, was far more valuable than anyone else’s. Of course none of his fans knew of his darker nature, but you'd been in the business long enough to recognise the cold indifference hidden behind his fake smiles.

You weren’t a fan of his. You didn’t follow his baseball career—hell, you didn’t even know much about the sport itself—but you knew enough to know that he was something special (whether you’d like to admit or not). The kind of athlete who could make crowds chant his name with just a glance.

The door opened with a suddenness that startled you, and the unmistakable figure of John Gillman stood in the doorway. He observed your quaint office with a glare laced with disdain and as he took his first step inside you could swear you felt the air get heavier.

Behind him trailed a much smaller red-headed woman. You assumed she was his assistant, Ashley, who had practically begged you to meet with him two weeks earlier after she realised that the “honor of treating America's number one baseball player” wasn't enough to get you to squeeze him into your already busy schedule. From the way she constantly glanced at him, you could tell she was walking on eggshells.

His eyes—blue and cold—locked onto yours as he stood at the chair in front of your desk.

Ashley seemed to be babbling about something, her voice breaking the silence between you and Homelander.

“You okay, John?” she asked, hovering beside him. “You should sit down—no, let me—”

“Don’t touch me,” John snapped, his voice dripping with irritation.

You stood up, placing the clipboard you’d been holding on the desk, eyes narrowed. It was clear he was frustrated—probably more than he was willing to admit. His injury was serious, and though it wouldn’t keep him off the field permanently, it had put a dent in his perfect image.

John’s voice was smooth, deep, with just the slightest undertone of arrogance. “I trust you’ve been briefed about my injury?”

You nodded, keeping your face neutral. “I’m aware, Mr. Gillman. A strained rotator cuff. Serious, but nothing permanent.”

He barely acknowledged your response, eyes flicking over to Ashley, who was already pulling out a chair for him.

“Sit down,” she urged gently, her hand hovering over the back of the chair.

“I said don’t touch me,” he repeated, his voice rising. He practically growled the words as he shoved past her to the chair, causing her to stumble back slightly. (my poor queen)

You watched the scene unfold, and it took all your restraint not to climb out over your desk and do something that would surely cause you to lose your license.

“Isn’t it cute?” he murmured, finally taking his seat.His lips curled into a small smile, but it wasn’t warm. “The way she hovers?. A grown man like me needing a babysitter.” His tone wasn’t outright harsh, but there was a bite to it that made Ashley look down at the floor, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. But she said nothing

You kept your voice even. “She’s just doing her job, Mr. Gilman. It’s not uncommon for assistants to be present during appointments like these.”

John let out a quiet, almost undetectable sigh, his gaze briefly flicking over to Ashley before it returned to you. “I didn’t come here for a therapy session with her. I came for you. And I’m not sure what to make of this place…” His gaze swept over the sterile, minimalist décor. “But I’m sure you know what you’re doing, right?”

You held his gaze without flinching, the air between you thick with the tension of unspoken challenges. “I do. My job is to help you recover, Mr. Gillman. If you’re serious about it.”

His eyes narrowed, “Serious? Do you think I’m here for fun? My entire career is on hold. I don’t have time to waste on this, but it looks like I have no choice. Just write me a prescription for a bunch of painkillers and i'll do the rest. And don't worry sweetheart i'll pay you for your time.” he finished with a practiced wink.

You didn’t budge. “You’re here because your doctors sent you. I’m here to help you recover, but it’s up to you whether you want to do the work or not.” You held his gaze steadily. “And if you’re not serious about it, you can walk out right now. There are plenty of other athletes who actually care about their recovery.”

You gestured toward the exam table, keeping your tone professional. “If you’re ready, we can begin the physical assessment.”

John’s jaw clenched. He didn’t like that you weren’t cowering.For a moment, he just stared at you, gaze ice-cold. He was sizing you up.

He leaned in slightly, his face inches from yours, predatory glint in his eyes. “I can buy you out of this job, you know. I could make your life a hell of a lot harder so if you just—”

You cut him off before he could finish. “I’m the fourth therapist you’ve seen because the other three couldn’t handle your attitude, or you didn’t like them.” You crossed your arms, leaning in just slightly to emphasize your point. “Like I said… you’re free to leave anytime. But just know—every minute you waste, your injury gets worse and you’ll stay off the field longer.If you want to get back to playing, you need to follow the steps. That means listening”, you drawled, speaking to him as if he was a child.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. You could feel the tension crackling in the air. Then, without another word, he stepped back.

“Fine,” he muttered, though it was clear he was still furious. “Let’s get this over with.”

You nodded,allowing yourself a small, victorious smile. “Good. Now, if you’ll sit down properly, we’ll begin the physical exam.”

As you got up from your desk and made your way over to him, you just missed the dark glint that flickered in his eyes—it only lingered for only a moment, but it was there. Irritation made way for curiosity as his eyes began to trail your every move.

[menlove]

Kinda feel like John would chew glass actually if he saw how he and Paul are being pushed as this love story/the romantic implications. And disrespect of Yoko’s place as John’s actual widow. Just based off her past comments I think if Yoko were of sound mind (I believe she’s suffering from dementia?) she’d protest.

I'm honestly not sure? I mean if we're looking at where him and yoko would be now if he'd lived, the answer is probably divorced bc that's where they were headed when he died. so idk that he'd really be bothered about what she thought atp if he'd lived bc they would've divorced in the 80s and God knows what he'd be up to now

but if we mean Ethereal Ghost John I think he'd probably roll his eyes and protest the idea that him and paul were like be all end all soulmates. but I don't think he'd take issue with the idea that they were in love. I mean he like Consistently said in multiple forms and at different times that paul was his main partner before yoko, in whatever way. I think he'd probably be annoyed w the idea that paul was It for him, but he was obviously a huge part of his life

as for disrespecting yoko like..... I think he'd take more issue w your average beatle bro saying she broke up the beatles, saying she was a witch (sometimes literal), all the racist shit she gets, and the lack of visibility of her art apart from him. I think like again if someone were trying to imply that he loved paul More than her, he'd be pretty irritated. but it's just a fact that he loved paul and it's never one he tried to dispute. I also don't think it's that disrespectful to say "these two dudes had something going on and then broke up and married women" like obviously there's ppl in the mclennon fandom who are Massively disrespectful to yoko/linda/jane/cyn (yoko most of all) but overall I don't think people claiming that john and paul were in love in any way detracts from the fact that john was obviously in love with yoko and spent the last years of his life w her

now what YOKO would think.......... I won't disagree there lmao. but her and paul have always been At It with each other to varying degrees. they've obviously settled on somewhat neutral ground and I don't think they like detest each other, but they Have Continually Been vying for the position of the holder of john's legacy and like Fairly recently I know she was still being snarky as fuck about him. so I think it would probably piss her off to no end, but I don't think that's a good reason to not talk about it. at the end of the day queer people are always going to exist and especially as they're like solidified as part of history now I think it's actually pretty important to talk about.

[wroetolando]

so idk if these r open but carlos x leclerc reader who gets bashed by the media a lot and gets called a bad girlfriend for being in williams when charles does well and in ferrari when carlos does well. like kinda claimed to be unsupportive

𝚄𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢 | 𝙲𝚂𝟻𝟻

𝗮/𝗻: i love this idea! And my inbox is always open. Feel free to send more ideas! 🫶🫶

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: carlos sainz x leclerc!reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the one where carlos and charles sister faces media bashing, accused of being an unsupportive girlfriend, but finds comfort in the unwavering support of both carlos and charles

𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰: fighter - christina aguilera

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The media was brutal.

You had not been subjected to the nasty speculation and the painful accusations previously with any kind of frequency. They came in waves, more often than not impeccably timed with the race weekends, to only intensify as the result of the weekend began pouring in. The tale was identical, each headline worse than the last: "Leclerc's Sister Accused of Cheating in F1," "Does She Really Care for Her Boyfriend?" "Williams the Betrayal: The Truth About Her Team Choice.".

Your name, your relationship with Charles, your relationship with Carlos—nothing was safe from the wrath of the tabloids and social media. You were used to the perpetual glare of the limelight, yet it stung all the same.

Charles broached the negativity first, not long after the 2022 season had ended. His protective nature took over, and you'd waved him off, saying it was nothing. It wasn't anything novel, and you'd heard worse. Charles wasn't having it, however, and soon he was the one who had to sit you down and talk about how you needed to "stay above it."

"I know it's difficult, but you cannot let them get to you. You know the media loves spinning things. They will say anything for drama," he had told you, trying to console you.

But this time it was worse. They were not making the normal insults. This time, they were not just calling you a distraction or an opportunist—they were calling you an unsupportive girlfriend. They were accusing you of being with Carlos only when he was winning, only dating Charles when Ferrari were dominating. Your loyalty was in question. And worse, they tried to imply you were some kind of F1 gold-digger, girlfriend only when your boyfriend was winning.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The phone buzzed in your hand, the notification light flashing with another set of headlines. You rolled your eyes before unlocking the screen. Your stomach twisted as you read the latest headline—a story on you and Carlos' relationship titled "A Strategic Relationship: The Leclerc-Sainz Dynamic and What's Really Going on Behind Closed Doors." The newspaper was full of insinuations, stating that you were only with Carlos when he was winning and that you were using the Leclerc name to advance your public image.

Your heart dropped, and your hand hovered over the screen, half-wishing to click on it but knowing it would make matters worse. You had suffered long enough, the feeling that no matter what you did, someone would always criticize you. Always look at you as the villain of your own tale.

You sighed and threw your phone onto the sofa and ran a hand through your hair. You'd been here before. This wasn't anything new. And yet, each time, it was like an open sore.

You had spent years supporting Charles in the background, cheering him on through thick and thin, never asking for praise, never asking for fanfare. But the moment Carlos entered your life, it was as if the script was rewritten. As if, now, you were compelled to choose between them—or be branded a traitor for loving them both.

"Why do they do this?" You said aloud, largely to yourself.

As you uttered those words, your door was knocked. You did not have to look to know who it was—Carlos. It was always Carlos who visited to see how you were doing whenever you had had a terrible day, just like Charles would call you to see if you were fine whenever things had gone wrong.

The door opened, and there he was. Carlos. His dark eyes were worried as he entered and closed the door behind him. His laid-back demeanor was lost, and you could feel the tension in his shoulders.

"Seen the headlines again, have you?" Carlos's voice was soft but held a note of frustration.

You nodded, saying nothing. Carlos let out a deep sigh and sat beside you on the couch, hugging you tightly with his arms. You rested your head against his chest, the warmth of his body giving you the comfort you so desperately needed.

"I don't know what they want from me, Carlos," you whispered. "It's as if I'm being punished for loving both of you. I cheer for Charles when he's with Ferrari, and I cheer for you when you're performing well with Ferrari. But it's never enough. I'm always the villain, no matter what."

Carlos leaned forward and kissed your forehead. "You are not the villain. You're amazing, and you hold both of us up, no matter what. You've held my side through good and bad, just like you've always held Charles' side. You know the truth. That's all that matters."

"But it's not only the truth," you said, leaning back some to gaze up at him. "They're trying to make it into some kind of competition. Like I need to choose between the two of you."

Carlos gazed at you for a moment before his eyes gentled. "You don't have to choose, cariño. You don't have to explain anything to anyone. We know what's real."

You nodded, your heart brimming with appreciation. But still, the doubt lingered. You were so used to fighting wars alone, especially in the F1 world. Your last name was already under a microscope, and now you were being ripped apart between the drivers you adored. You could not win. Not with the media, and not with the fans.

Carlos squeezed your hand, pulling you back into the hug. "I know it's hard, but you're doing your best. We're proud of you."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The next few weeks were a blur. The media still bayed, but you had succeeded in anesthetizing yourself to their jibes. Charles phoned more often, phoning whenever he got the opportunity just to let you know that he was always with you. Even when his Ferrari team was still struggling, he never let the media pressure get to you. He'd phone just to hear your voice, and you'd say that you were proud of him, always.

But it was Carlos who always had time for you, always made time for you regardless of how stressed he was. He had come to see you after a particularly difficult race weekend, where Carlos had finished P2, and you'd sat and talked about everything other than F1. It had been a small island of peace amidst all the craziness.

You know, it does not matter what the media is saying," Carlos said to you earnestly, searching your eyes. "I do not care if they are saying that you are 'strategizing' your relationships or whatever garbage they are peddling. What matters is that I know the truth, and I love you. And Charles, as well.".

Your heart melted as you took his hand. "I love you too, Carlos. I don't know what I'd do with all of this without you. You and Charles are my world."

Carlos grinned, pulling you in for a soft kiss. "We'll do this together. Both of us. No matter what they have to say."

The media might have twisted what you had into something it wasn't, but the fact that you had Carlos by your side meant you would never be alone. You would always have someone who understood you. Someone who would always make you see that love, loyalty, and support were all that counted—not headlines.

And as the season went along, something became clear to you. The media could write what they wanted. The fans could say what they wanted. But you knew your reality. You knew that your love for Carlos and Charles, and their love for you, was all that mattered.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

masterlist

[misunhye]

A Burning Hill

characters kang sunhye (misun), lee donghyuck (haechan), kang jaesuk, lee haewon, brief mentions of other idols

words 2.3k

warnings idk none misun’s just a hater and a fourteen year old girl

2014

Keep it cool, Misun, Key’s words echoed in her head.

      Maybe he would like a meal treated on her? (That she’d begrudgingly get the money from her father.) Or maybe a favor he can check in whenever? She just knows she’s going to have to give him a good apology once she’s finally let out of this damn room like a kid in trouble.

      Which, to be fair, she is.

      Their vocal coach, Solbin, stared down at the two teenagers who were both avoiding her gaze, nervously picking at their fingers. They let it go too far this time. Usually, Misun could control herself to not blow up on Haechan, but Haechan was just so irritating and he provoked her constantly. Was she supposed to just sit there and take it?

      In fact, the constant belittling from him made her think of her mother. It wasn’t something she liked to think of a lot, especially when she wasn’t even with her mother right now. But unlike with her mother, she didn’t get upset and want to crawl under her blankets. She got angry.

      It was easier to defend herself against Haechan, a stranger, than her own mother. How was that? She shouldn’t be afraid to tell her mother anything.

      “This is the sixth time this month you’ve gotten in trouble for being a distraction,” Solbin sighs, bringing a hand to her forehead to rub it. Misun was starting to feel bad, but it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t.

      The two of them stayed quiet.

      “How will you two ever debut if you can’t even do the simplest thing and keep your mouths shut?” She tries to look them in the eyes but neither will look up. “So now you two decide to stay quiet?”

      “We’re sorry,” Misun says, deciding the best route would be to apologize first. It always is.

      “We—”

      “You’ll do better next time, I know,” Solbin presses her lips together. “You said that the last time, Donghyuck-ah.”

      Haechan ducks his head down. Misun tries to be a fly on the wall, but Solbin isn’t letting her go freely.

      “Sunhye, you’re better than this. What happened?”

      A short breath leaves her lips, diverting her attention to a poster of SHINee. Did Taemin have to deal with this, too? What would he do if he were in her position? Actually . . . maybe it’d be better to ask what would Onew do . . .

      Her shoulders slump. He wouldn’t let it get to him.

      “Listen to me carefully,” Solbin steps away from the table, staring both of them down, “You are not special. You’re nothing.” Misun feels her mouth go dry. She looks down, feeling her heart clench painfully in her chest. “There are trainees here better than you— we can easily replace you with them.”

      Misun can no longer hear anything over the sound of her ears ringing, feeling her face get warm. Replaceable. That’s what she is.

      She didn’t dare look at Haechan or Solbin, keeping her chin tucked to her chest with tears burning in her eyes. Haechan didn’t speak.

      Solbin sighs, “I believe I got the point across. Go join your friends in the cafeteria. You can still get something if you hurry. Sorry for keeping you so long.”

      Misun stands on wobbly knees, bowing deeply and uttering in unison with Haechan, “Thank you, Kim Solbin-nim.” Her legs feel like lead as she makes her way out of the studio, hearing Haechan’s small footsteps behind her. She continues walking, even when she hears him stop.

      Haechan calls her name, probably to apologize, and she hears his footsteps growing faster and louder. She breaks into a run, passing employees who call out for her to slow down. She’s panting by the time she reaches the elevator, quickly pressing the button to go up. The hair on the back of her neck stands straight, sending a shiver down her spine. Someone is watching her. She turns around.

      Haechan is standing behind her, a guilty expression on his face and she huffs, rolling her eyes. He was always like this, always apologetic after they got into an argument. He would say all those things about her but then he’d act like he was sorry. She refuses to believe him anymore. She’s made that mistake multiple times before.

      “Go away,” she turns around as the elevator doors open and steps inside. Haechan doesn’t listen, following her inside the elevator despite her hastiness to press the ‘close door’ button. She groans as the door shuts with both of them in the elevator, alone. She regrets choosing the elevator. She presses the next floor, wanting to get out already.

      “What a coincidence that we’re both here,” Haechan smiles nervously at the floor and then her, smile faltering when his smile is met with a glare.

      “You followed me here,” she says.

      “No, I just needed to use the elevator,” Haechan responds quickly. “I wasn’t following you.”

      Misun’s cheeks flush in embarrassment, “Whatever.”

      “I– ah, I wanted to say I’m sorry,” Haechan can’t look her in the eye, staring down at the floor. She taps her foot on the floor, wishing the slow elevator would hurry up. “I was rude, and I shouldn’t have been.”

      She doesn’t respond, sighing in relief when the doors open at the next floor, “Leave me alone, Haechan. Your stupid sorrys don’t mean anything to you, or me.”

      Misun ends up in one of the empty girls’ restrooms on the tenth floor. She checks under the stalls before locking the main entrance. She pulls out her phone, the one her father got her and pays the bill for. She goes to her recents, scrolling down the short list.

      Her eyes pause on her mother’s name before skipping down to where a younger version of her brother smiled at her. She clicks the contact without a second thought, bringing it up to her ear to wait for him to pick up.

      It rings a couple of times before she hears the automated voicemail message and hangs up, immediately calling back again.

      After three rings, he picks up, “Hello?” His voice sounds tired, and she bites down on her lip, chewing at the skin. She didn’t know he was sleeping, it was three in the afternoon.

      “Hi,” Misun says, “Were you sleeping? I’m sorry.”

      “No,” Jaesuk clears his throat, seemingly to finally just realize who was on the phone. “Sunhye, what’s up? Are you OK?”

      “Just wanted to talk to someone who isn’t my competition,” she rests her head against the stall, looking down at her shoes, pristine, clean, and white. She clutches her phone tightly, yet to realize how hard her hand was shaking. “I miss you.”

      “I miss you, too,” she can hear the smile in Jaesuk’s voice and smiles, too, but it makes a wave of tears appear and it’s evident when she sniffs a second later. “Sunhye. What’s the matter? Do you want me to come up there and talk to—“

      “No!” Misun nearly shrieks, voice starting off loud and then lowering when she realizes how loud she was, “I’m fine. I don’t need my big brother coming all the way from his fancy studio to defend me. They already think I use you guys to get my way,” she sniffs, “I hate it here. Can’t I leave and come to YG?”

      “If you think SM is bad, I promise you, YG is worse,” he speaks in a hushed tone, as if Yang Hyunsuk would have his phone bugged and hear his words.

      “The older trainees are all really nice…” She sniffs, quickly wiping a few tears off her face. “And it’s not all of the younger ones, either. Some of them are really cool, like Ningning and Herin. The guys aren’t hard to get along with either, like Jaemin and you know, Mark. Jaemin’s really nice, and you already know about Mark.”

      “And the ones that aren’t really nice?” Jaesuk prods.

      Misun doesn’t say anything for a minute, wondering if Haechan was worth wasting her breath on. And then she decides that Haechan really got on her nerves, and Jaesuk was really the only one she could talk to about it. “Haechan!” 

      Jaesuk laughs, “Him? Again?” When she huffs and makes a noise of agreement, he laughs harder, “I’m starting to think this kid has a crush on you, Sunhye!”

      Misun makes a face, “You’re not funny.” What made him think Haechan had a crush on her based on everything she’s told him? Haechan was rude to her, he pulled her hair any chance he got, made fun of her any chance he got, and never stopped looking at her. She’d rather die. After brutally rejecting him, of course.

      “Come on, I know you’ve watched those dramas where the guy is mean to her when he actually likes her,” Jaesuk says. She makes a retching sound and he chuckles, “Don’t be like that.”

      “The day that Haechan likes me is the day the world will end,” she says stubbornly, no longer wanting to talk about him to Jaesuk anymore. His reaction disappointed her, thinking he’d take it seriously but it seemed as if she was wrong. She huffs, “I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” She hangs up without letting him get another word out. She frowns down at her phone before shoving it into her hoodie pocket.

      She leans against the wall of the stall, closing her eyes as a lump forms in her throat. Why could things never go her way? She hates the way she dreads going to the company to train. It really ruined her day. The only thing to solve her problem was to either make Haechan leave or leave herself. Why should she have to lose her dream just because Haechan couldn’t leave her alone? She doesn’t want to stop training, and she knew Haechan would never, either. But he has to leave. He has to, it can’t be her. She needs to be a star, just like her mother could’ve been. She has to show her mother what she missed out on.

      Misun hears a noise and her eyes open, listening more carefully. A loud knock at the bathroom door startles her, making her nearly jump out of her skin as a voice asks, “Hello?” There’s more muffled words behind the door, but she doesn’t hear as she quickly unlocks the stall to unlock the bathroom door.

      An unfamiliar set of girls are staring at her and she flushes, eyes darting to the floor and rushing past the group. She wipes at her eyes discreetly as she makes her way down to the cafeteria where she knows where some of the older girls will be. That was so embarrassing, she knew she should’ve left right away. She just hopes they don’t talk to anyone else about her locking herself in the bathroom by herself.

      When Misun passes a set of doors, her interest is piqued when she hears someone singing a familiar song. She quickly understands that it’s Baby by Justin Bieber and the person singing it is Haechan. He sounds good, something she begrudgingly can admit. Never to his face, she’ll always insist he’s a terrible singer in front of him. She stands slightly around the corner of the door frame, peeking in curiously to see Haechan is singing in front of Taeyong, Johnny, Jaehyun, and Ten. Her heart drops, creating a pit in her stomach. She crosses her arms, feeling upset at the fact that Johnny was listening to Haechan, too. She knows they were friends, too, but she was friends with Johnny first– doesn’t that mean something? She rolls her eyes at the situation, turning around before any of the group can spot her. At least Mark wasn’t here, too. She doesn’t know how he wasn’t since Haechan would never leave him alone, similar to her.

      “Where have you been?” A sudden voice makes her jump and she turns to see that it was Lee Haewon, a girl that also went to her school. The dark haired girl smiles apologetically, plump cheeks flushing, “Sorry! I’ve just been looking for you, and I couldn’t find you after Teacher took you away. I saved you some food! Hina told me what you liked so I got it for you.” She seems to realize she’s rambling, and the pink on her cheeks darken, “Sorry–” She catches herself going to talk more and stops herself.

      “It’s OK,” Misun can’t help but smile. She noticed she was gone? Did anyone else? She shakes that thought away, “Thank you, Haewon. Want to walk to the cafeteria together?”

      “Mind if we come with?” A loud voice says from behind them. Misun already knows who it is without turning, and she knows who else was with him, too. She huffs, not turning her head and still looking at Haewon.

      “We don’t care,” she mutters, ignoring the look of shock from Haewon at the disrespectful words. “Come on, Haewon.” Through her shock, Haewon still manages to keep up with Misun and turns around to walk with her.

      Misun can’t control her bitterness, it seems. Even if she knows what she feels is irrational, she can’t help but act out on her feelings. She feels uneasy as she walks away from the group of boys, not liking that she took her feelings out on someone who doesn’t deserve it. But it was too late to go back and apologize, not that she really would, anyway. She hated apologizing.

      “Are you OK?” Haewon whispers to her, casting a glance at her. Misun’s heart warms at the concern in her voice. She didn’t really know Haewon, and she was better friends with some of the other girls, but Haewon cared enough to find her. Misun smiles as she loops her arm through Haewon’s. Haewon seemed like a good friend, and Misun didn’t want to let the opportunity pass.

      “I’m OK,” Misun nods and smiles convincingly, “Is this OK?” She realizes she should’ve asked before touching her, but Haewon simply beams back at her before beginning to talk about drama she overheard from the older female trainees. Misun smiles more genuinely this time, appreciating the effort to distract her. But she can still feel someone staring at her. She doesn't mean to, but she looks behind her. Haechan's eyes meet hers and she curses in her head, but glares back at him before turning her head back around.

Stupid Haechan.

[vanrougenui]

may this post find every avemujica fan in good faith idk all my commentary on the anime after episode 11 got blown out of proportion to the point that i got called illiterate multiple times by different people which is very funny because i am someone who always preaches about media literacy... so i am here to make myself clear on everything. why i think what i think and in general why i am so disappointed

my main problem stems with the fact that they made uika and sakiko RELATED. firstly, i have to state that i quite liked uisaki before episode 11 got aired. in fact uika was my favorite character in avemujica. i enjoyed their dynamic and it was very interesting. to me personally, i clearly saw their relationship as something that was romantically coded based off uika's behavior towards sakiko. uika is very clearly obsessed with sakiko and that obsession stems out of love (and trauma and mental illness). from the lyrics of imprisoned xii and to hugging sakiko's preformance outfit and sleeping next to it as if its a pillow and other cases, it was all obsessive behavior because uika loves sakiko, she wants to bind herself to her forever. many people like me thought that it was romantic love and even if it wasnt romantic, seeing how uika acted towards sakiko and then learning that they are related (aka aunt and niece) makes it so weird. i think i have full right to be upset. my complaints come from the fact that they could have handled this so much better and written it in a different way. the genealogy between sakiko and uika just popped out of nowhere and was very much unnecessary.

saying that the anime was always meant to be weird and uncomfortable doesnt help it. when you frame their relationship this way and then turn around and make it incestuous cant be written off as uika just being mentally ill. incest is a very sensitive topic to many people such as myself for example, so this plot point just was unexpected to me and made me feel upset just because of how it was handled.

what makes it all worse is that we know that the writters can do a good job, take mutsumi/mortis and her excellent representation of disassociative personality disorder or take the whole mygo anime for example. its not like they cant write well, hell even in that episode, uika's identity crisis and everything connected to her sister was so interesting, we could have had that twist as itself as we already had uika twin/sister theories circulating from start so it would have made sense at least and further developed her.

queercoding, queerbaiting and then dropping the incest on everyone was vile. it wouldnt have been as bad if they hadnt built this brick by brick just to crash it down. you think uika being related to sakiko added any depth to her character? it sure as hell didnt. and i will keep on thinking this way until its explicitly said that uika lied about something idgaf. "uika is an unreliable narrator" okay then she better be lying about being related to sakiko idk, uika already was a terrifying and interesting character without being sakiko's aunt. this isnt about media literacy, its about being uncomfortable with incest and the fact that people are condemning others for feeling this way is insane. incest just made uika lame and all the other people defending it lamer like i dont know go stand in the corner with your incest ship and think about it

i hope this isnt my last thoughts on this, well until the anime ends that is. which is in two episodes.. i will remain of this opinion most likely until uika proves the whole weaver of lies thing and if its stated that she isnt related to sakiko then great! will i still like uisaki? no and it doesnt mean that i dont like ave mujica or bandori anymore and that i am leaving the fandom. no i am not. just because of incest i will not stop liking the franchise or ave mujica i will just promptly ignore the incest and not pay attention to it or engage with anything relate to it for my own good. it just left a bitter taste in my mouth and i decided to state how i felt, i could have never guessed that people would get offended...

[dearweirdme]

I am curious what makes you think they are (still) in a relationship? I always try to view all sides and scenarios and while I also think at some point there definitely seemed to be more between them, I sometimes also think that my wishful thinking is interpreting too much into it, especially the past years. Couldn’t it be that they once had feelings or a crush on each other or maybe one sided or at different times and never met in the middle or the right timing? Maybe they realized they are better off as friends? Maybe they tried it but it didn’t work etc. and yes 2023 showed us how close they seem to be but couldn’t it just be because they are close and like to spend time together? Cause also when I see older footage JK is so often so visibly amazed by Tae, looks at him like he can’t believe he’s real and he gets to be close to him, you can see how much he adored Tae, how they were inseparable. And if you look at 2022, 2023 he is way less touchy, seems not as amazed and you rarely see those looks that look like literal 🥹😍 emojis anymore. Sure, we haven’t really seen them and sure they got older, JK maybe got a little more guarded. But idk it seems like in recent years most came from Tae, who is still affectionate, still visibly proud and beamy smiled re JK as before. So as I try to cover all options, I sometimes think maybe we are missing something you know? JK changed a bit around Tae, from what we could see - body language, the way he looks etc. could he cause he realized there are things he wants to keep private and is just really good at really compartmentalizing and pretending? Or their relationship changed? You know many options :) so what do you think and what have you observed?

Hi anon!

So I feel that at this point we can’t really say anything for sure about the state of their relationship. We haven’t seen them interact.. the last time we saw Tae and Jk together was during Jin’s release and that was crazy short. I’m personally prone to think they’re fine, but that’s based on how strong I felt they were before enlisting, on Tae posting Hawaii last year, on Hello Kitty being present in Jk’s live, and on the way Jk mentioned Tae during that same live. There seemed to be no hesitation or weirdness. But, it’s not a lot and I’ve personally just gone into their enlistment period with it being a standstill and I’ll just see how they are when they return (like the whole of fandom and it’s going to be mad irritating with people analyzing the shit out of every little thing they do and say 😭).

So I don’t really exclude anything. A lot is possible, even them not having been together at all. In my opinion them being together is much more likely though. I base this on some things that imo are pretty strong signs of that. More recently those would be Tae’s lives when he listened to To find you and the one where we could hear someone sleep next to him. That was pure longing imo and a stronger longing than people regularly have when it’s about a friend. I’m so convinced that it was Jk next to him in bed, though I know it’s not something I can prove at all. Jk flying to Hawaii for Tae is another strong indication to me. They literally just saw each other. Tae posting only Jk before enlisting also says a lot to me. Tae joining Jk and Jm for AYS Jeju to me is also because he wanted to be with Jk. AYS Jeju in general is (funnily enough) a really strong indication of them being more than friends. The way they just click together and how it showed that they’re much more in sync than Jm with either of them. Jk’s looks when Tae didn’t go swim with them. The way they shared phones. It’s very much background stuff.. but it’s background stuff that’s telling imo. Also during 2023 were the sweet smiles from Jk’s side during Suchwita and Inkigayo. A very interesting thing is Jk’s place within Wooga. And he’s not really seen with Wooga without Tae, but he definitely is a part of them with Tae.

Could it have been a ‘they decided to be friends and not go there’? In theory.. maybe? When I think of how that would play out in practice, I think it would’ve been undoable. It would mean years and years of crazy strong longing. For that to have worked I’d expect more distance between them. I think their body language has always been super intimate, and to me that says that they didn’t have much distance. To me the extent of jealousy and hurt we’ve seen is also indicative of their having been something more than friendship. Imo they have showed a possessiveness of each other that is indicative of a relationship.

People do tend to look at Tae’s actions and behavior towards Jk and go ‘yeah, but that’s just Tae’. To me that doesn’t make sense. Why would that not matter? To me Tae isn’t someone who would pine over someone for years when it’s one-sided. Moreover, Jk does absolutely treat Tae different from his other Hyungs. His actions are more contested because of the other ship. Not because he’s unclear imo.

I think what has changed is two things. They grew up and there’s more of a settled feeling amongst them. They seem less afraid to share their bond and imo it’s changed from ‘we have to hide’ to ‘we have to hide a certain part of us’. The other thing that changed is that for the last years we’ve seen them in content differently. The times we actually saw Tae and Jk together on film has been much and much less. When we did see them we also saw sweetness (as much from Jk as Tae imo). Jk was smitten during their joint Instagram live. He was smitten at Dream première. During Tae’s enlistment day he was constantly touching him. I do feel Jk is more guarded. Which why imo we do see him hide reactions more. I do think it’s compartmentalization. All members probably do that and Tae and Jk have another reason to separate private from public.

I’m curious about when they return even though I fully anticipate a shitshow. I hope they themselves will keep away from the shitshow and just go and enjoy being together and out of enlistment again. I imagine having enlistment done take some worry of their backs.

[battytoast]

does anyone else have frequent dreams about being chased around with a knife and almost being murdered or is that just me

[abyssal-ilk]

i don't know the exact timeline for when ghilan'nain physically changed into what we see her as in datv, but im really attached to the idea that she didn't look like that before the veil was made. like she looked just like we saw her in solas' memory, untainted and with no extra limbs. her new form is the direct consequence of her fusing her body with anduril's blighted corpse after anduril's archdemon was slain and she died in the fade. she does not need to mourn anduril. anduril has become part of her greater whole. she would not be parted from her, even in death.

[doctorsiren]

A few doodles while I was in class earlier today

Investigations has been bringing Defenseworth back to the front of my brain

[blackbatcass]

listen I know it’s kind of corny and inaccurate to act like every single person in the dc universe knows each other and is besties but it IS endlessly funny to me to follow the web of connections and see how many degrees removed from each other everyone is.

like look at the arrowfam okay. ollie and dinah are together, ollie is homoerotic best friends with hal, dinah is homoerotic best friends with babs. roy is dating dick, has a kid with jade, and is basically an adoptive father to both grant emerson and rose wilson. connor is dating kyle and is constantly followed around by eddie fyers. mia is friends with a lot of the second gen teen titans kids, had an on-again-off-again thing going on with steph for a while, and is currently dating sienna. emiko is besties with courtney and some of the other recent teen titans. sin has a small army of protective aunts from the birds of prey. the real question is how far does it go before ollie puts a cap on the number of people who are invited to family brunch on sundays

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

just got home from seeing miles and oh my GODDDDD. so much to unpack. SO MUCH. i’ll do a proper post tomorrow when my brain is remotely coherent again, but for now the headlines: he is (as always) absolutely fucking incredible live; i had not one but TWO super awkward run ins with him before the gig even started; i will never recover from hearing shavambacu; there was a VERY interesting moment when he was introducing “see ya when i see ya”; and, in the least creepy way possible, i may or may not now know what it’s like to be spat on by miles kane mid performance 🫠