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Intersect, Part 6 | KNJ

Intersect, Part 6

Definition: To meet and cross at a point; To share a common area

✫✫✫Intersect Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: KNJ x fem!reader; with appearances by OT7

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Office!AU; enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 7.1K words

Warnings: office banter; excessive cussing; secret office romance; unrequited love; pining; alcohol consumption; cheesy pickup lines; Joon and YN being so awkward; Yoongi is insufferable (sorry!!!); anxiety attack; lots of crying; public breakdown; self-deprecation; soft-Joon; confessions; cunnilingus; clit-play; praise kink; brief orgasm deprivation; cum-eating; fingering; protected sex; rough sex; dirty talk; multiple orgasms

Summary: You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes–until you’re forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.

A/N: Phew! Buckle up...because this chapter is quite the ride. That's it. That's the tweet 😅

Namjoon surprises you when he knocks on your door as you were checking on some of Jimin’s initial data analysis on one of your active projects.

“Hey. What’s up,” you greeted him with a smile.

He smiles. “Ah…I just wanted to bring this over to you. It’s the swag-bag from the retreat.” He holds up a white, mid-sized cloth bag with your company’s logo printed on it.

“I was hoping to catch you on the bus home yesterday but didn’t realize that you took the earlier one.”

“Oh…yeah, Celina offered an early bus option for a few people and it turns out that there were a couple open spots so I took one of them.”

Since your company retreats were usually scheduled in the middle of the work week, Celina paid for everyone to take a three-day weekend to recover.

You also took the time to decompress. The earlier bus ride gave you the chance to get some extra peace and quiet at the apartment since the previous weekend was full of surprises with Jungkook staying over for a few days…not to mention how things went down with Yoongi. You needed your own personal retreat at home before getting back into the swing of things.

“Anyway, they gave these out to all the staff after the speeches last night but since you left so soon after yours, I told Celina that I’d hand it to you in the morning instead. Then…after we talked that night, I kind of forgot about it until I was packing my stuff,” he says.

One thing that you did not expect coming off the weekend was striking up a friendship with Namjoon. After he saw you acting out and embarrassing yourself, it was a welcome surprise to you–especially after he didn’t treat you any differently once you got back to the office.

“Wow,” you get up from your chair to see what he had in this mystery bag. “Wonder what they got for us this year?”

You take the bag from him and look in it. The first thing that catches your eye is a mug.

You laughed. “Another mug?”

“Yeah…I love those. It shows our new logo, see?”

“Ahh…” you say as you turn the mug over, inspecting it further.

“Oh good! You guys are together!” Your head snaps up to see Jin walking towards you.

“N-no, we’re not together,” you both say in unison.

“Geez, don’t be so defensive, guys! I just meant that I didn’t have to make multiple trips to give you both the good news…” he pauses for dramatic effect.

“Okay, well, we’re on the edge of our seats, hyung,” Namjoon says.

“I just heard back from the Moonstone Foundation and…” another annoying pause.

Your eyebrows raise in anticipation. “Today, Jin–please!”

“God, you guys are way too serious! Anyway, we won the contract!!!” he finally exclaims unceremoniously.

“Holy shit!” Namjoon gasps while your jaw drops in surprise.

“Yep! That’s a $10 million valuation on that contract with a potential for more if we do good during the base years–it could turn into a total of $25 million,” he grins.

“I know I could have just sent this all in an email but I’m-way-too excited-for-all-this-revenue,” he says rapidly. “Anyway, I’m gonna go tell Celina now! Really nice job guys,” he says before walking off.

You and Namjoon look at each other. “Oh my god—we actually won,” you breathed out.

Namjoon smiled broadly at you while he watched you squeal and bounce around in excitement. You were completely unaware of it but bouncing around caused you to move closer to where he stood. Next thing you knew, you had wrapped your arms around him in a hug, which he returned in response.

Once the excitement had passed and you were finally aware of what was happening, your eyes flew open and you quickly withdrew from him.

You felt the heat suddenly rising to your cheeks. “Sorry–I got uhh…just got carried away there,” you muttered, embarrassingly.

“I…uhhh…I just wanted to bring you the mug…you know—because it’s a cool mug,” he stammers.

“Uh yeah, it does look cool,” you nodded, nervously holding up the mug.

“Uhm, it has many uses, too. You can put your pens in it, paperclips–”

“Coffee…”

“Definitely! Yeah…definitely coffee. And uhm, there’s other cool stuff in there, too–uhm, in there, I mean,” he says as he points to the bag.

You stand in awkward silence for a few seconds. You weren’t exactly sure how to ‘end’ whatever this moment was.

“Anyway, uh, I’m gonna go check my emails,” he says, smiling sheepishly, his left dimple poking out.

“Right! We’ve got lots of work coming up,” you said immediately.

He nods, scratching his head nervously then begins to walk in the opposite direction from where his office was. After a few steps, he stops abruptly, chuckling to himself and turning around to walk in the correct path–murmuring about how he somehow temporarily lost his sense of direction.

******

Things had moved pretty quickly since the bid was won so you didn’t have time to hash out the hug or have any awkwardness linger between you and Namjoon.

Days later, after the initial phone call with the Moonstone Foundation and contract signing, per proposal guidelines, you and Namjoon were approved as co-project directors–with you in the forefront. Namjoon was happy to take a backseat since he had a few large contracts coinciding with this. He was on board more as a deputy and senior advisor.

Today, you had a kickoff meeting with the client on their own turf. Your whole team was in attendance as you waited for the CEO and the rest of the Foundation’s team to walk in to discuss initial planning before officially launching the project.

Just then, she finally walks in.

You all stood up and greeted her with a bow. She smiles warmly and makes a beeline for you.

“YN!”

“Hello, Haejin.”

“My god, you’re so formal,” she giggled. “Come on, give your old friend a hug!”

You smiled before she wrapped her arms around you.

You had partnered with the Moonstone Foundation on a few smaller contracts before landing their largest effort. Haejin was young–about the same age as you were. After her father’s retirement, everyone assumed that her older brother would be appointed as Chairman but to their surprise (and hers), she ended up taking the top job.

Before bidding on this contract, you had disclosed that your friendship with Kim Haejin was strictly business in nature. Admittedly, you did go out for the occasional glass of wine after a hard day but since she was one of the busiest women in the country, she didn’t have much time to devote to girlfriends.

She also had a growing family and this project was the first one that she was directly overseeing after coming off a year-long maternity leave.

The meeting goes smoothly after formal introductions. The Foundation was excited to work with a reputable research firm to help evaluate their cause and grant-making capabilities as well as if there was anything else that they can do to make program improvements. The hope was to create more partnerships internationally and further their reach.

*****

“Hey, YN…c-can we talk?”

Yoongi was out of his sling, standing outside your office.

“Is this about the Human Services contact? I already emailed you a list of my potential available weeks to contribute—which is not a lot since we just won the Moonstone Foundation bid,” you said without lifting your eyes off your screen.

“I just hate how we left things at the retreat, and—“

“Yoongi, what’s done is done. I’m not interested in any closure whatsoever. Besides, whatever we had was just between us. Nobody else knew anything about it so we can just go about our business as if nothing happened.”

“But—“

You exhaled sharply and finally looked up at him. “Look. Let’s just move on. And if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to prepare for—which you should be doing, too.”

He opens his mouth to say something until Celina appears at your doorway right then for a separate matter.

“Hey, YN—can you and Namjoon make sure that you include the project kickoff plans at the meeting later?”

As you turn to face Celina, you get a good look at her. It wasn’t the slightly unkempt hair or the cream-colored pencil skirt that she paired with flats that captured your attention—instead, it was the button-up ‘blouse’ that she wore. Black, pinstriped and ill-fitting…because it was actually a men’s shirt.

And you knew that for sure because it was the same shirt that you bought Yoongi that one morning all those weeks ago, after the first time you slept together.

Your eyes quickly dart back to Yoongi, whose shoulders tense immediately after realizing what you just concluded in your head.

******

“Okay, okay–calm down, breathe, YN…breathe…” Namjoon says as he puts his hands on your shoulders and gives you a firm but still gentle squeeze to try and re-center you.

After blindly agreeing to Celina’s request, you excused yourself and told them that you needed to make a quick client call.

Celina walked away but Yoongi lingered for a bit. You were too stunned to respond while fragments of his explanation replayed in your head.

“I–I didn’t mean for you to find out this way, YN. Cici, I mean, Celina…she-she didn’t want anybody to know. She wanted to keep things strictly professional.”

Deep breath in…

“I’ve been wanting to join the firm for a while but she said it might raise some questions.”

And release…

“But when we’d been broken up for a while, I decided that I still wanted to transfer out of academia, thinking I’d already moved on and this wouldn’t affect my work.”

When he finally leaves, you shut your door and involuntarily message Namjoon on the chat app with an SOS shorthand. He rushed over to your office thinking that there was a problem with the project.

Your chest feels incredibly tight. “I can’t, I can’t! It’s…it’s–she…she–she’s a–she–” You take a sharp but deep breath to center yourself. “It’s her…she’s Cici…”

“Who?”

“Celina…‘C’ is for Celina…” you said in a daze.

“Right–and ‘N’ is for Namjoon…’Y’ is for YN…”

You smack him on his chest. “She’s Cici! Celina Choi! She’s Yoongi’s ex!”

Namjoon’s eyes widened at the realization, dropping his arms from you.

“It’s her…oh my god…it was her all along…” You continued to hyperventilate.

Realizing that there were only a few minutes left before the senior staff meeting, he goes into ‘Logical Namjoon’ mode and tries to refocus–more for your sake. “YN–let’s…let’s calm down, okay? We still have to get through the meeting,” he says softly.

“Shit! The meeting,” you cringe. “I can’t–I don’t know if I can do this, Namjoon,” you started to whimper.

“YN…Let’s compartmentalize for now, hm? And we’ll deal with it later. C’mon, take a deep breath with me. Inhale…”

You do as he says.

“And exhale,” he says soothingly as he gives your shoulders another firm but reassuring squeeze.

“You can do this, YN.”

You puff your cheeks out and release a shaky breath. Inhaled once more and exhaled—more steadily this time, and nodded. “I can do this,” you echoed.

He gives you a once-over, cups your face, then looks you right in the eye. “You ready?”

You sniffled, blinked twice then nodded to assure him.

He gives you a small smile. “Okay, c’mon,” he says softly before proceeding to walk into the conference room while you follow closely behind.

Once you walk in, you see Yoongi take his seat to the right of Celina, who smiles warmly at him while seated at the head of the table.

He nervously tries to make eye contact but you avoid him–grateful that Namjoon enters the room first so you use his large frame as a shield of sorts.

Namjoon takes it upon himself to sit to the left of your director, thereby prompting you to take the seat next to him.

She clasps her hands in excitement before returning them to her laptop’s keyboard to type some notes. “Alright, everyone. Let’s do a round-robin!”

She decides to start from the back of the room, working clockwise.

You break into a sweat trying to hold in your rage until you suddenly feel a warmth over your knee. You look down to see Namjoon’s hand resting on it which makes you peer up at him to find him looking straight ahead.

A calm washes over you as the rest of your colleagues finish their reporting.

Until it was Yoongi’s turn.

“Alright, Yoongi. What have you got for us?” Celina says. She sounded so professional–as if there weren’t a herd of elephants that just barrelled through this room.

Yoongi clears his throat. “So–I had a productive site visit earlier this week. I went to a couple of our client’s grant recipients and, I have to say that it was pretty life-changing for me, personally.”

You groaned inwardly and rolled your eyes then spotted Namjoon side-eyeing you and shaking his head softly at you.

“They actually invited me to serve some of the meals there–and I was caught off-guard a bit but I just went along with it. I thought it was for a good cause. And uh–anyway, there was this little girl and her mother whom I got to have a conversation with. It turns out that they had been coming there regularly and have been really grateful for the grant that the facility received. They said that they were barely surviving moving from one place to another and thought they would have to leave the site when funding ran out. It was uh–” he starts to get choked up. “Very touching,” he says as he wipes a tear away. “I was really moved by it.”

Something in you snaps and before you know it, a laugh slips out from you.

Namjoon whips his head around, followed by the rest of the room.

“I’m sorry, is this a joke?” You said.

“YN…” he says, barely audible.

“What’s that, YN?” Celina says.

“I asked if this was a joke,” you said, then proceeded to giggle uncontrollably.

“N-no. I really experienced it,” Yoongi replies, which elicits a full-on guffaw from you.

“W-what’s so funny, YN?” Your boss asks.

“Oh my god! Can you believe this guy?” You said in between snorts.

Namjoon tries to laugh along with you, albeit uncomfortably.

“So…sensitive! So—so…devastated while serving meals at a soup kitchen. But oh! Stomp on somebody’s heart in real life? Where’s the justice in that? Nowhere! Why? Because he doesn’t get it! He just doesn’t get it! Somebody please–explain it to me! Make it make sense! Because I have no clue what the hell you’re talking about!”

With that, you abruptly stood up from your seat and stormed out of the conference room.

While you march down the hallway, you pass Jimin and he does a double-take. “Hey, boss–the meeting’s done? H-how did it–”

“Not now, Jimin!” You snapped before slamming the door to your office. You drew the blinds and turned your lights off, opting to sit in the dark right between your desk and the file cabinet, hugging your knees to your chest.

After a few minutes, you hear a soft knock.

“A little busy here!” You yell out.

“YN, it’s me.”

Shit. You could already hear the disappointment in his voice after telling him repeatedly that you’d do your best to keep it together for an hour.

“Namjoon…please. I need–I need a few minutes,” you sniffled, failing to keep your emotions in check.

“Alright. Uhm…just…” he rests his palm flat on your door. “I’m here, okay?”

******

After an hour, you turn your office lights back on. You dug your compact out of your purse to assess the damage.

Not too bad, you thought. Thankfully, you had some makeup wipes and some finishing powder to fix that.

You then decided to make things right. You embarrassed yourself, yes. But you would pull up your big-girl pants and apologize to Celina for that ill-timed breakdown.

“Hey, Jisoo–does Celina have a minute?” You asked her assistant.

“Yeah. You can go in and see her,” she said softly.

“Thanks.”

You walk over to the entrance to find her sitting on her office sofa with her feet up, marking up some draft report–still very much wearing that shirt.

You took a deep, steady breath before knocking on her door frame to announce your arrival. She gives you a warm smile and waves you in. As soon as you enter, she points you towards the sofa opposite hers for a seat.

“Celina, I’d like to apologize for my behavior earlier. It was completely unprofessional and it won’t happen again. I don’t know where that came from.”

“Oh, I do. I know exactly where that came from.”

You brace yourself. “Y-you do?” Fuck. Does she know?

“Yep–some guy ripped your heart out and crushed it and you lashed out at poor Yoongi, as being representative of the asshole who did that to you. Am I right?”

Oh, she has no idea. “You hit the nail on the head,” you grimaced.

She hummed. “Well–you can’t do that, YN. I don’t care how much it hurts.”

“Celina…I promise you that this will not happen again,” you said cautiously.

Just then, she decides to swing her legs so they are now touching the floor, then gets up from her seat to sit next to you. She leans in and you prepare for her to admonish you but what she says next surprises you.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

“Uhh…oh-kay,” you said with hesitation.

“A year ago, my boyfriend and I broke up,” she says with a low voice.

Your eyes almost bulged out of your skull but you still tried your best to keep your expression neutral while she continued her story.

“I was absolutely crushed—devastated, even. Did you notice?”

“Huh? Uhm…n-no. Not at all,” you responded–it was the truth. Celina was the consummate professional. You weren’t even sure whether the woman had a personal life at all.

“Exactly! And that’s because if I fall apart, then everything and everyone else around me is affected…everything that we all worked hard for–just because I decided to have a cry at work.”

You purse your lips.

“Do you love him?”

Her question catches you off-guard. “Huh?”

“Do you love him? The guy,” she clarifies.

“Oh–no. No–we never got to that point…” you mumble.

“I think maybe you do,” she says. “Have you two talked lately?”

“N-not exactly–” you said as you rubbed the back of your neck nervously.

“Do it. Talk to him. Because back then, I used to feel that I had to protect my heart, leave a little something for myself. If I perhaps didn’t become too available for him, that maybe…I wouldn’t come off too clingy and it would make him want to be around me more. I kept him at arm’s length for years. But then, what good did that do? He told me that I seemed like a cold-hearted person and that I didn’t want him as much. So he left me,” she says, throwing her hands up.

You were speechless. While making your way to her office, you had a million questions in your head. And now, you suddenly had answers.

“I’ve done my share of sitting in the dark, wallowing in self-pity until one day, I decided that I had enough! So that day, I showed up at his hotel room with dumplings and a dozen tangerines–he loves tangerines–and I just said that I couldn’t stand not having him in my life and I was lost without him.” She shrugs then smiles broadly.

“And…that worked?”

She nods enthusiastically. “I’ve never been happier…God, I’m actually happy! Who’d have thought?”

“That’s…that’s really great, Celina. I’m glad and really happy for you,” you said while smiling through the tears that were starting to build up again.

******

You were quiet for the rest of the day at the office even after repeatedly assuring Namjoon on the work chat app that you were fine. But when you didn’t raise any objections during your team check-in, he knew it was a huge red flag. He went behind your back, texted Jungkook and asked for your address.

You were shocked and confused when he showed up to your door with provisions–wine, a six-pack of beer, and mint-chocolate chip ice cream–which was definitely for you.

He apologized for coming off like a creeper but he told Jungkook that he was worried about you and that your brother was strangely all-too-happy to tell him where you lived. You made a mental note to have a serious talk with your brother later.

After getting over the initial reaction of Namjoon standing at your doorstep, you told him to make himself at home.

“I don’t get it.” you say between gulps of wine.

“What’s there to get? So they’re back together! End of,” Namjoon says as he takes a swig of his beer while you both sit on your couch, surrounded by takeout containers–which you ordered, since he took care of the alcohol and dessert.

“How could I have missed it? Was it staring me in the face this whole time?”

“YN–you can keep asking yourself the same question several different ways for the whole night but you will end up with the same answer.”

He gazes at you while you cradle your glass of wine, blankly staring at your own reflection on the crimson liquid.

“Were you in love with him?”

It was strange that he asked you a similar question that Celina had earlier. But now that you had more time to think about it, the answer wasn’t so difficult.

“I thought that I was…because I admired him. All of a sudden, he was giving me the time of day. That feeling of your idol finally noticing you. And I was all too happy to bask in it…But thinking about it more?” You shook your head, “I think I was just in love with the idea of him. I mean–I was hurt by what he did…but I blame it on my ego and naivete.”

Your eyes turned downcast as you ruminated further at this realization.

“Hey…” It wasn’t his voice that pulled you from daze. You glanced over your arm and found his hand resting on your elbow. You looked up at him and saw his eyes were filled with concern.

“The fact is, you were still hurt. Pain is a real emotion,” he says.

“I guess, yeah,” you conceded.

You were unaware that tears started to drip down your cheeks again. In an instant, the same hand that held your elbow reached up to swipe them away.

You mouthed your thanks then chuckled bitterly. “Ugh. Look at me, I’m such a mess.”

“I am looking at you…and you’re beautiful.”

Your breath hitches as his compliment takes you by surprise.

Namjoon looks like he realizes what he’s just said. “A-and…” he stutters as he scrambles to sit up straight on your sofa. “And smart. You’re passionate about the work you do because you genuinely care. And most of all, you’re real. You’re not afraid to wear your heart on your sleeve.”

You ended the night by paying for a rideshare for Namjoon to get home safely. He had drunk quite a bit of alcohol with you and it was the least you could do for him after he lifted your mood.

You also finally exchanged personal phone numbers—since you’d be working more closely in the coming days. He sent you a text once he walked through his door.

[Namjoon] 10:36PM: Made it home. Thanks again for the ride!

[You] 10:38PM: Thanks for the drinks and ice cream…and cheering me up!

******

“What the fuck did I miss?”

Jimin was walking back from the breakroom after refilling his coffee mug when he finds Mirai standing several feet away across one of the smaller conference rooms watching a scene unfold.

The small conference room, or ‘huddle room’ as it was often dubbed around your office had glass walls and the shades usually weren’t drawn so anybody walking by could see everything that was going on inside. Typically, huddle rooms were made for impromptu meetings. It offered a wider space for small teams to spread out and brainstorm in the same room.

Mirai, who had been standing in the hallway for who knows how long, looked like she was piecing together a very complicated puzzle.

That puzzle was you and Namjoon–in the huddle room together–sitting side-by-side, having a completely civil conversation. Your backs were turned away from the glass wall so you were unaware of your small audience in the hallway.

After Jimin asks his question once more, Mirai is momentarily shaken out of her daze.

“I…I have no idea,” she mumbles in confusion as she tilts her head sideways in wonder.

Just then, Hobi walks by, returning from his programming meeting when he notices Mirai and Jimin. Brows furrowed, he looked over to whatever held their attention before his jaw dropped.

“Wha–Did hell freeze over?” he asks.

Mirai and Jimin absentmindedly shrugged their shoulders.

They all gasp in unison when you and Namjoon suddenly burst out laughing after a comment that he made. You were clutching your mouth, trying to control your giggles but Namjoon continues to pile on to the inaudible joke. You playfully smack his shoulder in an attempt to get back to the task at hand.

All this is happening while your core team members watch from the outside, completely unaware of them watching your every move.

“Did they just laugh together?” Jimin asks.

“And she just touched his shoulder. They must be drunk,” Mirai tries to reason.

“At 10 in the morning?” Hobi asks incredulously.

“Hey, guys–you should probably stop staring. They’re people, not zoo animals!” Taehyung is promptly shushed by Hobi, Jimin, and Mirai.

He rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I’m going back to my office to run some regression patterns,” he says dismissively before ducking into his office, which was close to where these three stood.

“Why aren’t they fighting?” Jimin wonders out loud.

“Beats me,” Mirai answers.

“I have to talk to Namjoonie. This is…” Hobi paused to find the right words. “I don’t know what to make of this.”

“They are working together–which is what we should all be doing right about now,” Taehyung yells out from his office

Mirai blows out a puff of air. “Shit on my dreams, why don’t you, Kim Taehyung,” she says as she turns to walk back to her office.

“Yeah, man, where’s the fun in that?” Jimin mutters while walking away.

Hobi proceeds to poke his head into Taehyung’s office. “You seem awfully calm about all this,” he asks suspiciously.

“Hyung–right now, I’m just focused on meeting our preliminary deadlines on this new project.”

Hobi lingers at Taehyung’s doorway, trying to look for any hint of knowledge of why you and Namjoon were getting along all of a sudden.

Taehyung looks up to see his senior eyeing him. He shakes his head. “Was there anything that you needed to assign to me, hyung?”

“Hm, no,” he pursed his lips. “Just…carry on, I guess.” Before walking away, he mutters under his breath “Shit. I gotta see Mirai about changing my wager.”

******

“Would it be helpful to use the same template from the Children’s Health Insurance Program survey?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. Does Hobi still have the program specs for that,” you asked.

“Yes, he does. That man files everything away in his hard drive. He even has his preliminary programming backed up from 9 years ago when he was an intern,” Namjoon says while he types away on his computer, drafting an email to Hobi.

It was after-hours at the office and you and Namjoon were tying up some loose ends before you finalized the dates for grantee meetings and site visits–which you were set to present to the client on an upcoming call for approval.

You both sat on your office couch with your laptops, elbows barely touching. You had kicked off your Jimmy Choo pumps and had your feet propped up on the coffee table.

Namjoon smiles at how relaxed you look—a far cry from your sudden breakdown a week ago.

“He and Jimin can put their heads together and make revisions to tailor it for the Moonstone Foundation project.”

“Perfect,” you said as you typed up additional notes and reminders for tomorrow’s task list.

Namjoon had his jacket off, loosened his tie, and had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Since he didn’t have any client meetings today, he came in wearing a pair of Nike retro dunks.

A few seconds later, his phone buzzes with a text. He grabs it off the armrest where he’s had it placed and laughs immediately after he reads it.

“Your brother is really funny,” he says as he types up a response.

You look at him and arch an eyebrow. “My brother? You’re talking about my brother, Jungkook?”

He sets his phone back down. “Yeah. Unless you had other siblings?”

“No. I didn’t know that you guys were friends like that.”

His facial expression changes from mild amusement to worry. “Does that make you uncomfortable?”

You shrugged. “I don’t dictate whom my brother can or cannot be friends with. I just wonder what you guys would talk about other than his whole post-grad life crisis,” you said while you turned your attention back to your scheduling application.

“Oh, we talk about a lot of things. Music, gaming, food…you,” he trails off without looking up from his screen.

“Me?” Your cheeks started to heat up as you turned your head to look at Namjoon.

He looks back at you. “I didn’t realize how much you loathed me,” he says with a ghost of a smile.

You were mortified. You would definitely have words with your brother the first chance you got. You might even consider renting a car to drive out to his university to kick his ass in person...tonight.

“I mean…’loathe’ is a bit of an exaggeration,” You laughed nervously as you scrambled to explain.

He laughs. “It’s fine, YN. After being such an asshole to you, I deserve it,” he says.

You were silent for a beat. “Yes, but things are different now, right?”

“Right,” he replies.

“We’ve put all that animosity aside…clean slate all around.”

He nods softly.

“To tell you the truth, I’ve been wanting to work with you for a long time–but after that whole proposal debacle, it set me off on this war path. When I got hired, I was just excited that Celina Choi remotely took any interest in my work. I didn’t think she knew that I existed,” you laughed while you readjusted your seating position, tucking your right foot under your left leg.

Namjoon felt a slight pang of guilt. He wasn’t being completely honest.

“...I looked up your credentials then and thought, ‘Wow, he’s worked with the Working Families’ Health Initiative? I’d love to work with that program, too!’ Then I saw a video of your testimony at Capitol Hill a few years ago–and…I found it very compelling,” you said.

You left out the part where you also thought that those government cameras and lighting did not do his face any justice once you finally saw him in person at the office.

“Since you mention starting off with a clean slate, there’s something I have to tell you.”

You cock your head to the side in interest.

“I actually gave Celina the intel on you–so…I wouldn’t give her all of the credit.”

You quirk your eyebrows in surprise and smiled. “Really?”

He hums. “I don’t know whether you recall that Walden Foundation call–seems like ages ago. There was a guy named ‘Dave’ who was trying to undermine you–”

Your mouth was agape, remembering that exact moment.

He goes on to say that the way you spoke passionately about the work caught his attention. He wouldn’t stop badgering Celina about hiring you since you’d perfectly represent an area they’d been wanting to expand for years.

You were shocked to hear about your mutual admiration for each other early on.

“B-but if you were trying to recruit me, why weren’t you at any of my interviews? Isn’t it customary to interview with all senior staff?”

He smiles uncomfortably. “Well, the straightforward answer is that I wasn’t officially a senior staff member yet so I technically wasn’t even a qualified interviewer.”

“And the complex answer is?”

Namjoon sucks in a harsh breath. “Mayumi and I were…going through some things at the time. We had a huge fight on your first day. I just–was not in a fit state to do the whole meet and greet–which was not your fault at all,” he clarifies. “A-and–the day that proposal had to be revised–”

“When we couldn’t reach you…”

He nods, “Was the day she walked out on me.”

Your heart hurts for him. “Oh, Namjoon–”

“She said I was bringing my work home too much, not spending enough time with her. The last straw was–” he catches his lips between his teeth to stop himself. “Anyway–that’s all over now. I want to apologize again for letting my personal issues affect our working relationship,” he says regretfully.

“We just got off on the wrong foot, that’s all,” you said simply.

You sat there, quietly gazing at each other. Something shifted in the air between you. He stared back–and it felt as if the last few remnants of the wall that he put up had finally broken down, showing you the real Namjoon that you’d been trying to get to know this whole time. It suddenly felt like a tangible force that sucked the air from your lungs.

“Sorry–didn’t know anyone was still in here.”

You both jumped, seeing the night porter standing by your door, making her rounds with her cleaning supplies.

“W-we were just finishing up,” you said in a rush.

“No worries! I’ll work on the other offices down this hallway then come back around,” she smiles then walks over to the office next door.

“I didn’t realize what time it was,” Namjoon says.

“Y-yeah,” you said as you checked your phone. You then get up from your couch, shortly followed by Namjoon. You start to slip your shoes back on. Right foot in, then as you attempt to slide your left foot in, you feel a tingle from the sudden blood-rush through your leg and lose your balance, falling forward towards Namjoon.

“Whoa there,” Namjoon says as he catches you.

You were inappropriately flushed against his chest–his loose tie coupled with the undone top button gives you a glimpse of his collarbone. For some crazy reason, the sight of that small expanse of golden skin made your belly flutter.

You watched his adam's apple bob up and down as he clears his throat. “You’re making a habit out of falling all over me, huh?” You felt his hand tighten his grip around your waist–that flutter, now a full-on swarm.

You scoffed. “Doesn’t seem so bad when you’re always ready to catch me,” you said with a low voice.

A soft laugh rumbles through his chest, making you laugh along with him–breaking the tension.

“That was pretty terrible, huh?”

“It's one of the better comebacks I’ve heard from you,” he says as he releases you. You suddenly felt bereft from the lack of contact.

“We should probably get going before building security kicks us out,” you said.

Namjoon checks his watch. “You know, it’s not that late. Do you want to go and get something to eat?”

After packing up your laptop and picking up your purse, you turn your attention back to him. “Sure, what did you have in mind?”

“Do you want to eat some ramyeon?”

He stared at you with the slightest hint of a smile. You stared right back at him, dumbstruck by his proposition.

Was it a proposition? Your brain was buzzing while you processed it.

“W-what about all that stuff you said about the employee handbook and being careful of whom you fraternize with?”

You swallow hard as he saunters towards you. Your lips parted while your breaths became shallower. You stared up at him while he towered over you. You barely register him raising his hand until his thumb brushes over your lower lip.

“Obviously, I lied.”

You licked your dry lips. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over yours. His lips were surprisingly soft despite his eagerness.

You vaguely register your purse hitting the floor when your hands fly into his hair. You pulled on the strands, directing his mouth to yours while he deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking yours. You could feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest while he held you flushed against him, his hand resting on the curve of your hip, grip tightening on reflex.

“Shit, wait–the cleaner–” you breathed out as you abruptly pulled away. Your lips were swollen and raw.

“Uh–my place is just over three blocks away. I’ll call a car,” he says, equally breathless while pulling his phone out.

“What about your bike?”

“I don’t really give a shit about that now. Do you?”

******

“Fuck, Namjoon!”

You arched your body away from his mouth even as you craved more. He was in complete command of you, pinning you at your thighs while he leisurely licked at your core. His velvet tongue strokes over your clit, making you gasp for an orgasm that he so torturously held back from you.

“Aaaahh…please,” you begged hoarsely as you palmed your breasts and pinched your aching nipples.

“Please what?”

“Make me cum, please,” you whined.

“Just a few more minutes,” he says casually as he plunges his tongue back into your folds again.

“Joon–come on,” you tried to pull away from him, pushing your hand between your legs, desperate to get yourself off.

He nipped at your finger playfully, making you flinch as you withdrew it. “I’ll say when.”

“I fucking hate you,” you growled.

He chuckles. “No, you don’t.”

His tongue flickered over your swollen clit, making you press your head against the pillow from the intensity of the buildup. With a gentle suction and a couple hard licks, you writhed as your core tensed violently–finally letting out a high-pitched, drawn out cry.

And Namjoon didn’t stop there. He circled your entrance with the tip of his tongue and lapped at your throbbing bud until you quickened again. Two fingers, pushed inside you–stroking, curving. You were too sensitive, trying to pull away from the onslaught. But he held you firmly in place, wrapping his warm mouth around your clit, giving it another steady, rhythmic suction.

You came again, mouth dry, crying out hoarsely.

He continued to massage your clit with his thumb, circling and flicking it.

“I…it’s too much,” you panted.

“I just want to make sure that you’re ready for me,” he teased.

“Fuck, how much more ready can I be?” you snapped.

He chuckles, clearly pleased with his work. You felt his weight and warmth leave you.

You heard a drawer opening, somewhere in the corner of your dazed state followed by the sound of foil tearing. The mattress dipped as he returned, his hands, gripping the underside of your knees, yanking you to the center of the bed.

He hovered above you, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. He wraps the other around his waist while he balances his weight on his elbow, which was pressed by your side.

You gazed up at him–eyes so dark and dilated, they were black. You knew at that point, you were staring into the eyes of a man who was past the limits of his control.

Your hands gripped at his biceps, anticipation building.

“Fuck me, Joon,” you begged–hypersensitivity be damned.

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” he utters before he sinks his cock into you.

Your mouth was agape while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You felt him enter you inch by delicious inch–you could have sworn you’d just cum again and he hadn’t even started to move.

You gasped. He was hard and so, so deep into you. The connection was…indescribably intense. You’d never felt so taken…possessed.

You clenched around him, relishing the feel of him filling you to the brim.

His hips ground against yours. His entire body steeled, his chest muscles and arms visibly straining as he pulled out to the tip before he slams back into you–hard.

You moaned in pleasure while his chest rumbled with a low growl. “Fuck, you feel so good…”

Tightening his hold on you, he started to fuck you rhythmically, nailing your hips to the mattress with fierce thrusts.

He buried his face in your neck, feeling his hot, steady breaths in your ear. Thrusting harder and faster, gasping heated words that drove you absolutely crazy.

“Do you feel me…I’m gonna cum so hard for you, YN…”

You were so focused on every move, every swivel of his hips, every stroke that had pleasure coursing through your whole body like electricity.

You moaned helplessly, his mouth slanting over yours, capturing it. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving a small trail of crescent indents on his skin.

Another orgasm brewed within you like a surging storm, everything tightening, clenching, squeezing–you were both drenched in sweat, skin slicked, chests heaving.

He shoves one hand beneath your hip, cupping your ass to lift you to meet his thrusts. His cock stroked your aching center over and over.

“Fuck, Joon–I’m…close…”

So close.

“Right there with you, YN.”

You climaxed in a rush that had you sobbing his name, almost pathetically. His body tenses, shuddering as his own orgasm rips through him.

He collapses on top of you, careful not to put his full weight on you, while you both catch your breaths. You have no idea how long you laid like that. Lips grazing over shoulders, necks–it was soothing and calming.

“You’re going to kill me,” he finally manages with his lips at your jaw.

You chuckled. “I didn’t even do anything. I just laid here.”

He lifted his head, catching a glimpse of his fucked-out state. You instinctively brush his hair away from his drenched forehead. The smile he gives you makes your body tingle.

“Okay, now I’m really hungry though,” he says.

You laughed, hugging him.

He nuzzled your nose. “I’ll order some food on the app–maybe we can do that again?”

Your brows lifted in shock. “You can do that again?”

“With you? All night,” he says as he nips at your jawline.

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cosplayproblemsposts · 2 years

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The man I thought you were

Johnathan grew curious about the new neighbor and fellow father next door and now he fears as if he leaned too much.

Blood cakes your hands and a knife sits beside you while your mother attends to your one and only son "My boy needs a normal life". Your old man nods in silent agreement "Good luck my boy".

There you were moving into a whitewashed non-Italian neighborhood even the brightness of the western world blinds you. "You don't have to help us move in Mama" she swats her hands "Non-sense, you want a second shot at life and...Oh no your fathers at it again. Be right back".

You carry your young sleepy head of a son inside "Look buddy our new home" Antonio snores. "Same here bud" settling him down was a challenge he clung to you "C'mon bud work with me". Finally, he lets go "geez, your one tough nut" a sound of unfamiliar voices catches your attention.

"So, your the couple who's moving in?" a woman voice "Oh, no my son is the one moving in" the lady pipes up "First home he ever bought?". "I hope not" you reply whilst leaning against the front doorframe. "Oh, uhh it's nice to meet you" just by looking at the lady she has been falling out of her marriage. "Ah, my wife she thought you were a young man" a man who wore glasses.

"I see, Anto's asleep inside," you tell your mother who jogs inside "Pops, let me handle the big stuff" you completely ignore the married couple. "Ah, you think your old man can't help ya" you shook your head "No, the opposite actually". "Ah, get out of my way" giving way for the old man who just waltz inside "Would you like help" the glasses man offers "No, I can manage".

His wife stares at your frame: tall, muscular, and your shirt grips your biceps"Are you sure?" she asks.

"Yes, I'm fine" you pick up a box "My husband might not be much but his strong" her husband whips his head at her. You grumble "Sure", settling your box down you stare outside the window. "Excuse my wife she...uh" the stranger allows his eyes analysis you. You weren't young for the gray hairs say otherwise "She what?" the man's attention back to your face "She can be very pressuring".

"That's how you describe her" Johnathan's eyes widen "What, no that's not what I meant" you hum. "Okay, believe what you believe" within a mere hour you start unpacking. "The name Mira" you nod "What's yours" she makes her way to you "Y/N" she smiles. "What a name...would you like to come over for dinner?".

"Johnathan and little Ava" your mother convinced you to accept her offer "This is Antonio". Ava hid behind her and Antonio did the same but with you "I believe they'll be good friends" Mira exclaims. Dinner was awkward at first but the children enlighten the mood "I guess you can say that again" you grin while your son raves on about dinosaurs.

"Do you have a wife?" the question shut you down, Antonio and Ava ran off "Mira, we just met him". "Yes, but I want to know where the boy's mother" you want the question to vanish from the atmosphere "I don't want to answer". Mira presses onwards "I understand but wouldn't it be better if the boy has a motherly figure" you felt the need to leave.

"Mira, he clearly doesn't want to answer" Mira ignores her husband "A woman in his life would make it easy for him". You were growing annoyed "He needs a mother's love don't you think, so?" no she is not making it seem like your idea. "Can we change the subject!" Mira was about to continue until Antonio came in along with Ava "Fireflies" he gestures to the three adults to follow them.

"I'm so sorry about my wife's behavior" Johnathan apologizes on her behalf but you didn't want him to "I understand". He adjusts his glasses "It's weird to see a single father" you hid your balled-up fist in your pants pockets. "A single father is nothing compared to a single mother but I try and I'll keep on moving forward" determine to prove more than one person.

Days have gone by and here you sat scrolling through your emails "Da, do you think I could have a sleepover". You stare at your son "A sleepover with Ava?" he nods "I don't know my boy, you gonna have to ask her parents". He sways "Can you ask for me?" Antonio loves to have you ask other adults questions "Fine, but if they say no then don't pout Okay". "Yes, your the best Da" he runs and kisses your cheek and dashes off.

You stood outside their front door but you listen to the two argue and now you want to back up. "Okay, just leave and wait for tomorrow" you were about to retrace your steps when the door swung open. "MIRA, MIRA!" she walks right by you, Johnathan follows after her but came to a halt once he saw you. "Hey...are you two okay?" he nods in silence while Mira drove off "I was...yeah".

Ava and Antonio snore "So what was that all about" what you didn't know was the fact Johnathan knows. "I...Please don't take this the wrong way but are you..." you wait for him to finish his sentence. "Are you a dangerous man" your smile falls and that was the only answer Johnthan needs.

"Y-you are...I'm taking Ava" you block him from entering the lounge "Listen to me...I want my boy to at least have a chance for a normal life. Don't take that away from him please".

"So that explains everything, the night I saw you leave and came back covered..." you nod "Yeah, I need to protect my boy from my mistakes". Johnathan's fear ate at him but yet the word dangerous gave him comfort to see you weren't gonna kill him. "I found your revolver" Johnathan and Mira attend Antonio's fifth birthday and that's when he snooped around.

You hum "I notice, it was kind of misplaced" Johnathan clenched his wine glass "Are you dangerous...are you a murder?". You nod "I need you to keep this to yourself, Antonio hasn't been this happier in a long time".

"This would be our little secret"

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if you had to rank your fav naruto characters how would it go? love your blog btw!!

Hmmm... Complicated ask, anon.😂

[My personal life would be splashed here and there. Please bear with me]

Before 5 months, if you asked me about Naruto, my response would be ‘What the fuck is that?’. I absolutely had no idea such a treasure existed. For me, it started out like a blockbuster movie for the sheer variety of fights and the resulting emotions it brought within me.

However, there was a point I stopped and thought, ‘Wait a fucking second. This resembles my family dynamics. This person is speaking the exact same lines I spoke to my parents few years ago. This person’s situation resembles mine. Did this creator a time traveler?’. Naruto is the only piece of media that gave me such feel. Am not even exaggerating, believe me.

I really liked so many characters very much but am going to try my best to list just 10.

The only characters I hate in this series are Danzo, Sakura and Hinata in no particular order. Meaning, I absolutely cannot see any positives in them. They are crassy, cringey and completely detestable.

FAVOURITE NARUTO CHARACTERS

10. Killer Bee

HaHaHa :-) Just seeing this character makes me smile and light-hearted.

It’s a pity that he is the only character who don’t belong to Konoha in my Top 10 rankings who was developed well apart from Gaara.

I loved him from Frame 1 onwards and I sincerely wished Team Taka should be packed up with their ass beaten up mercilessly. And that’s what happened.

Despite being a Jinchurikki, he never bothered to mind his surroundings and filled his heart with love from his over protective Brother alone was nice to watch.

He makes a great Tag Partner with Naruto next to Sasuke. No doubt.

The way Killer Bee treated Team Taka like some annoying flies and his cool and don’t care attitude was top notch. It’s not just with Sasuke, Bee treated Naruto with the same IDGAF attitude at first.

Best Moments:

Lariat punch to Sasuke (TBH, Sasuke deserved it. LOL)

Blasted off every member of Team Taka like a doll

His entire conversation and fight sequence with Kisame (Their banters and exchanges are way too hilarious)

His dynamics with his Elder Brother (God!!!! Whenever Raikage gives him an Iron Claw.... What a hilarious duo!!!!)

9. Hatake Kakashi

Kakashi was my most favourite character when I started the series for simply being ultra-cool with the way he conducted the Bell-Test and taught a valuable lesson for those bratty kids in Team 7 called ‘Team Work’.

Best Moments:

Kakashi vs Obito Hand-to-Hand Combat (the best in the series)

Kakashi in the Gaara retrieval arc (His fight with Itachi & Deidara gave a good start to the shippuden series. His Mangekyou reveal was surprising).

Kakashi & Guy teaming up with Naruto to reveal Obito in a twisty and tragic way. (Kakashi couldn’t handle the truth at all and neither did I)

Kakashi vs Zabuza (That’s when I realized that the series was getting real serious)

8. Jiraiya

Jiraiya was my next favourite to Kakashi during my Part 1 days. His open perversion and his entire dynamics with Naruto was one of the best things during the Chunin Exams arc. Taught Naruto about Chakra Control and about the way of a shinobi by just enduring. Naruto follows this even today.

Best Moments:

Kuchiyose No Jutsu training (Man, I never expected him to push Naruto off the cliff)

Rasengan Training (One of the best arcs in part 1 and it was soo satisfying to see Naruto punching his first Rasengan on Kabuto, He also acted like a quasi parent to Naruto... heartwarming)

Jiraiya Vs Six paths of Pain ( 6 vs 1 was always doomed but still he had the guts of a shinobi and plunged ahead)

7. Uchiha Madara

Geez. What is there to not like him??

Everything he did was absolutely wrong ever since he broke up with Hashirama in a romantic way much similar to how couples break up in my country.

I am an Uchiha. You are a Senju. I wish it had been different.

This roughly translates to how 75% of lovers break up and marry someone else from their own clan in my state. (Duh!!!)

I am from XXX clan, you are from XXX clan. So we can’t love each other and my parents won’t accept this relationship. So let’s break up.

Alright, my first shipping couple in this series is HashiMada for this exact reason. (I started shipping SNS only after episode 478).

Just like Hashirama, Madara had an extensive build up right from episode 1 where Kurama compares Sasuke with Madara. And flashbacks from Itachi and Tobi spiked my curiosity and I wanted to see his face so badly ever since.

But the moment he landed gracefully like a diva in episode 321.... Woaahhhh!!!! He literally danced in the battlefield and ate up 100′s of guys with just a fucking Sharingan.

Best Moments:

Going Shirtless before 1000′s of people with Hashirama’s face, no less (Well, I literally went heart-eyed for 5 minutes. Sorry Sasuke, your ancester was way much sexier than you in the Orochimaru hideout and beats you by a million points).

Screaming Hashirama’s name like a cockatoo for 300 times even till the very end (Sorry Naruto, your obsession towards Sasuke for about 6 arcs is pale in comparison to Madara’s obsession which was established in just 6 or 7 episodes.)

I have 25 clones now. Do you want me to put Susanoo or not? You can’t answer. The answer is yes. (Man, his I don’t give a fuck attitude is just an alien level thing)

Openly admitting Only Hashirama Can Beat Me (Say what you will about Sasuke, Madara has no qualms about accepting his inferiority in terms of power. An absolute Straight Forward diva-queen)

Awakening Sharingan for breaking up with his ‘friend’ rather than for his 3 dead brothers. (Geez, Poor Soul. He is the forefather of a Romantic Uchiha. That romantic blood still flows in Sasuke)

6. Senju Hashirama

Man, I would have placed him somewhere in top 5 if only he was introduced early or had more scenes. I started watching Naruto only because of this very name. There is a local podcaster in my state who goes under the alias of Senju Hashirama and in his podcasts, he hinted about this character and how he was inspired by his ideals. I just googled and saw that this character belonged to Naruto series and I considered watching it. Here I am, making analysis on that very series.

There was this excellent build up for him right when we got introduced to Captain Yamato. He was constantly referred in flashbacks from Itachi and Tobi especially.

But the moment he was reanimated again..... Geez..... It was an hilarious ride all throughout. Out of all the flashbacks we got from this series, Founders Era flashback was my absolute favourite.

From where I come from, we are still under the stupid influence of Clan infrastructure and are not growing up in many aspects like people in western countries do. For me, I hope, one day, someone like Senju Hashirama appears in our state and change our lives for better by uniting all clans as one and treats everyone equally without the shitty favouritism for their own children, friends, parents, siblings.

That’s why this dialogue struck a thunder in my heart

“Be they a friend.... Be they a sibling.... Be it even my own child. I will not forgive anyone who threatens the village.”

Because the clan leaders in our place are absolutely selfish, trash bastards who serves their own needs with no regards for other people from other clans. For a person like me, Hashirama is not just a fictional hero, he is someone who many aspires to become. No wonder that podcaster chose this name as his alias.

He rightfully deserved the title ‘God of Shinobi’. And no one can surpass him, not even Naruto.

Best Moments:

Wood Style vs Eternal Mangekyou sharingan + Kurama powered Madara (He just beats Madara’s ass by a wide margin. This shows he was a whole fucking different level than Naruto + Sasuke combined. In terms of strength, nobody surpassed him YET. Sorry Naruto and Sasuke, you guys are no match even now with your Rinnegan and Kurama lost forever).

His entire banters with Madara (ROFLLLL. Without him, it would have been just another lifeless arc.)

5. Senju Tobirama

Hmmm, let me tell you something about him.

First off, he is not a racist or fascist as many hardcore Sasuke fanatics claims. He is one of the best hokages according to me. He is abso-fucking-lutely practical, rational, logical and holds no grudge. And Sasuke resembles Tobirama with all these characteristics as compared to soft and naive Naruto. If only he had more screen time, he would be easily in my top 3.

Just because he didn’t lick the boots of Uchiha (many people’s favorite clan or may I say the only clan that was given any shit about in this series), it doesn’t make him a racist or fascist.

No, he never persecuted the Uchihas. Danzo, the crass bastard, driven off the Uchihas only after the Kyuubi incident. It was explicitly mentioned in the databook and was clearly explained in the series.

He literally gave the highest position in the village for the entire clan. That is, a military power inside a military village. ‘Shinobi who can cause crimes can only be stopped by shinobi who are even better’. In my state, if a powerful clan decided to persecute another clan, they simply start by cutting off basic amenities like Water and Electricity. Compared to what I’ve seen, Tobirama did nothing but given the Uchihas, the highest position in their village.

Orochimaru only said giving such a power made them conceited (arrogant). Tobirama had a trusted subordinate called Kagami, an Uchiha in his team. He suggested Kabuto to help Sasuke and even teleported him on his request. He even spited Madara for killing Sasuke, an Uchiha. He openly claimed Uchiha clan exceeds Senju in terms of Love. He openly appreciated Itachi and Kagami as someone who sees beyond their clan. In what world, would a racist or fascist do all this for a clan he hates???

Yes, he was cautious of Sasuke at first because he saw him with Orochimaru and even went full-on battle mode because of Sasuke’s carefree threat to destroy the village. But once he decided to go to the battlefield to fight Madara, he simply forgot everything that happened before and started to work with him as a comrade, and even helped him twice. In which world, a racist or fascist behave this way?

Believe me, a person like me who was grown with these clan politics surely can say who is a fascist. He was not. He was just cautious of them because of their ability to attain superpowers with just emotions alone. Let me ask you all this, ‘Would you be okay with people getting crazy powers whenever they are depressed?’. Being cautious is not racism. It really disrespects people who faced real oppression under fascism.

What Madara and Danzo did was a classical example of fascism.

And No, Izuna didn’t die only because of Tobirama. He died because Madara was too arrogant to instigate war with Senju clan. And this was way before forming Konoha. If Tobirama killed Izuna after the alliance between Uchiha and Senju, I would agree that he was a racist. Izuna lost his life just like any other Uchiha and Senju soldiers in that battlefield.

Just because he shitted your beloved ‘Sasuke-Kun’ doesn’t mean he is a racist too. Tobirama saw Sasuke along with that scoundrel Orochimaru who once used this very two hokages to destroy the very village they strived hard to create and protect. What will you do, if you were in his place?? Please don’t lie and say ‘I wouldn’t be judgemental’.

And Imagine you are Tobirama, Sasuke is threatening to commit genocide against the entire village who had no idea about this coup detat instead of going against those old hags. Will you sit quiet as a Hokage??

He was the first person to suggest his brother, Itama, that Revenge against Uchihas are futile. All we need is an agreement to make truce. That gave the idea for Hashirama to pursue his dream. And Tobirama was happy to follow that dream and very supportive.

It’s because of all these reasons I placed him above Senju Hashirama.

Best Moments:

Amazing power display against Sasuke & Co with just an index finger (It was a pleasure to see everyone’s face trembling with mild sweat including Sasuke).

Acted as a decoy to save his young subordinates. (The way he sacrificed his life saying young wills of fire must be protected is just Woow!! I wish his subordinates listened to his words and passed the mantle to the younger ones rather than playing game at such an old age and screwed up many lives. Pfft!!!)

Any time he says ‘Shut Up’ to Hashirama (ROFL)

His absolute ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude to Naruto, Sasuke, Hashirama, Minato and Madara (He trolled them all mercilessly and I love it)

4. Senju Tsunade

It hurts me to say that Tsunade is the only female character in my list because every other female characters were written in a much more piss poorly way. Only Konan came close to Tsunade but her role was very short.

Despite her character’s purpose revolved around another male character (Dan) and a blatant objectification of her breasts, I liked everything about her other than those mentioned above.

She is the Second Best Hokage who took Konoha right after the destruction made by Orochimaru, excellently handled the aftermath by making friendly relations with Suna (Sand village), provided her best medical support to Konoha in the Pain Arc and successfully handled the fourth Shinobi world war.

She is such a badass who developed her own original jutsu called Byakugou no Jutsu, which can heal herself.

She is just way too amazing and it’s a pity that we got very less scenes in Shippuden.

Best Moments:

Took 25+ stabs from Madara’s Susanoo like a piece of cake (Man, I simply couldn’t describe that scene. All the other Kages were shocked and even Madara too)

Lifted her advisors like a cabbage sack (Those fucking old hags deserved it. Those shits should’ve died)

Her index finger flick assault on Naruto (Aww, Naruto was definitely bratty in his first meeting and Tsunade didn’t hold back at all)

Played Orochimaru like a basketball (In that same arc, she fought Orochimaru mercilessly like a devil left and right. Someone who claimed to have surpassed Tsunade never even dared to fight Orochimaru’s student and crying for his attention after just receiving one stab from Madara. Just saying)

3. Uzumaki Naruto

Naruto is the titular character and your emotions evolve along with him. He surely deserves a spot in Top 3. The only reason I didn’t place Naruto even more higher is because he didn’t experience something very important which many characters in this list faced. That is, Losing a loved one before his eyes. Every villain in this series became what they are because they lost someone important before their eyes like Nagato, Obito. (Nope, I don’t count Neji as his loved one). I think this tests the mettle of any character and Naruto failed to experience this. The only person he ever lost was Jiraiya and that too from off-screen. That’s why I felt his journey to his dreams seemed little easier compared to the rest of the characters.

His best block of episodes will always be the part 1 Episode 1, 2, 3. Episode 1 is the character defining episode for Naruto and what he learned there will be applied everywhere till the very end of the series. He learned 3 things

Forgiveness, Empathy and Acceptance

Talk-No-Jutsu

Kage Bunshin no Jutsu

From then on, this boy wins many friends to his side, not only from Konoha but from other villages too and even made them to acknowledge his strength only through his sheer hard work.

However, there is this person, whose acknowledgement he wants the most. That person is his most important bond along with Iruka Sensei. He is none other than Sasuke. One day, Sasuke left him alone for some unavoidable reason at the end of part 1 which left a huge scar in him and he vows to bring him back to the place where he belongs. That becomes his ultimate goal rather than becoming an Hokage.

The way he goes to any extent to protect the people he cares about is just simply entertaining to watch.

Every time he makes an heroic entry to save the day was never boring, not once.

Best Moments:

Sobbing from his heart after hearing Iruka Sensei acknowledging him (It just makes me feel heavy for no reason. The anime team did an awesome job to capture his emotions convincingly)

Awakening Kyuubi Mode for the first time after seeing Sasuke die in his arms (Man, out of all the collective hatred he got from the villagers, this moment affected him a lot speaks volumes)

Punching Neji from the underground to win the Chunin exams (God, I honestly believed Naruto lost but he just surprised us heavily from nowhere. And that failure speech was just pure bliss to watch even today)

Pain Vs Naruto (One of the best arc for Naruto. Because unlike other arcs, where Naruto fought with a team, this arc he was all alone fighting a person with Rinnegan. Be it the exuberant landing from the frogs with a dramatic kabuki music, creating multi-step attacks, coming up with novel solution in that difficult situation, finally ending the conflict without killing the enemy, becoming an hero. Superb journey. The only thing I didn’t like in that arc is some shitty selfish proposal. PUKE!!)

Bearing the burdens of his most important person and die along with him (This boy always shouts he will never die until he becomes an Hokage. But for Sasuke, he was ready to die along with him in order to not leave him alone proves how much he loves him. This shows his emotional maturity rather than shouting at Sasuke like he always did before which never reached his ears. This time it did)

Final Good Bye to Minato (Honestly, I was bawling just like Naruto in that scene no matter how many times I watch it. It started out slow but as he speaks more and more, he simply couldn’t hold back and wept a sea of tears 😭😭😭)

2. Uchiha Sasuke

One of the well written characters in this series, with all the flaws and positive stuffs which makes him more of an Anti-Hero. He always subverts my preformed opinions and never ceased to surprise me.

Despite being aloof and cold, his warmer side will always be exposed towards Naruto. This is evident by many things he had done for Naruto which he don’t have to or no reason to. Starting right from roasting Sakura, offering lunch, asking for tips, enquiring about breakfast, protecting him many times and dying for Naruto.

Why I placed him above Naruto is because of his unavoidable decision to tread in a complicated dark path primarily due to the trauma he carried and was stirred up again by collective factors such as Orochimaru’s cursed seal, Itachi’s arrival and Naruto’s growth. Compared to Sasuke, Naruto had an easier path because he never saw anyone die before his eyes and hence he don’t carry any trauma which can divert his path.

Even after watching his entire clan and family members murdered before his eyes at an age 8, he managed to pull himself and never snapped out like many other good characters does. But the moment when he found out that Itachi was good all along, he simply couldn’t tolerate the truth and gave himself to Vengeance. Because, he loved his brother more than he hated him all these years. This shows he loved his brother more than his parents. His resolve to destroy Konoha was perfectly understandable. But is it good? Nope. He can kill Danzo and those old hags but killing other people was never justifiable.

But still, his resolve to have his vengeance was diverted by Naruto and weakened by Itachi, at some point. So, he decided to know the truth and when he heard it, he understood the Hokages also sacrificed many precious things to protect this village just like his Brother Itachi. He understood the mistakes of his clan and decided to protect the village which he swore to destroy. [Many Sasuke fanatics think that he succumbed to the Government and Kishi wrote Sasuke to bootlick them. Their idea was to tackle genocide with another genocide. What a stupid idea!!!!]

And No, I don’t consider him trying to kill Sakura, Karin and Kakashi as his bad moments (though I feel bad for Karin). For the simple reason being, he became a monster by losing himself in the darkness who lost the rationality to differentiate friends from foes. Much similar to how Naruto lost himself to Kyuubi’s hatred against Orochimaru and in Pain Arc. It’s so hypocritical to ignore Naruto and accuse Sasuke here. Plus, Sakura had no business to be there otherwise Sasuke would not have tried to kill her.

But does it mean Sasuke did nothing wrong???

Nope.

He definitely shouldn’t have joined Akatsuki and hunted Killer Bee like an animal. Because, he knew that Tobi was the one who helped Itachi massacre the clan. When fighting Itachi he specifically vowed to kill Madara (Tobi). On top of that, Itachi passed on Amaterasu in his eyes specifically to stay away from Tobi. Why did he ally with him? Plus, Sasuke was one of the few characters who was exposed to the name ‘Akatsuki’ in part 1 itself. He clearly knew that this organization targets Naruto, his closest bond. Why did he join there? This is where the stupid part of Sasuke came out. I was grunting... ‘Oii Where did that clever Sasuke, who faced 1000 soldiers without killing any of them, went??’.

And his plan for Revolution???? I thought it would be reasonable. But his vision was eerily similar to Danzo’s vision. Grrr..... Danzo also wanted to create his ideal village by destroying the current Hokage. He wanted to unite the Five Village and put himself on top of everyone as evident from the Kage Summit arc.

I appreciate him that he finally adopted the Will of Fire, by wanting to protect the village at all costs just like Itachi and Hashirama did. But his methods are not very democratic. Plus, he wanted to do it alone. I was screaming at him... ‘Grrr, Sasuke, did you listen to Itachi at all???. He failed because he did everything alone. Why can’t you understand????’ This is also another instance, Sasuke’s stupidity glanced out.

I am happy Naruto knocked some sense into him by telling him not to do it alone but together.

Many fanatics also ask, ‘What did Sasuke do wrong to atone for his sins at the end?’.

I was like ‘Reallly????’

He joined Akatsuki, an organization which terrorized all the 5 villages and he hunted someone like an international criminal.

He spoiled the Kage Summit and attacked Raikage who lost his arm because of him. I know what happened over there is not Sasuke’s fault. But these are the kages who was loved by many people in their own villages. How can the world forget it and simply let him go?

It’s exactly because of all those lovely stuffs he did in Part 1 and all these mistakes he did in Part 2 but willing to correct his mistakes by sharing the burdens of his other half in the end made him more interesting, complicated and exciting and that’s why I love this character.

I also have a personal bias to love this character sooo much because of the character on top of my list.

Best Moments:

Defending Naruto before Sakura (Awww!!! Such a good boy he was. Eventhough I thought he was a typical arrogant K-Drama hero, he just subverted my opinion in that one scene. I always have a thing for people who stands up for someone even though they don’t have to. This is where I started to like Sasuke)

My body moved on its own. (Is there anything that trumps this scene in terms of emotions and love in this series?. This moment is where I understood the depth of Sasuke’s emotions towards Naruto).

What is a Clan? What is a Village? What is a Shinobi? (I was really hoping for Sasuke to question himself something similar to this. Because he was so self-absorbed in his hatred and failed to look outside him ever since he left the village. It was so gratifying that he did that)

Killing Orochimaru (I always thought Sasuke will kill him only after he tries to take over the body. Never imagined that he will strike the snake first)

Killing Danzo (Man, what an amazing battle!!!. It was so gratifying to see such a crass bastard die many times over and over).

His dramatic confession through his monologue (After the mystery of Who is this Tobi, Sasuke’s obsession towards Naruto remained a mystery for me. Why did he listen to Naruto under the bridge? Why did he protected Naruto in the War? I got the answer only after this confession. It was so heartwarming to see this mellow side of Sasuke)

1. Uchiha Itachi

I could write pages about him. The foremost reason I like Itachi and earns the top spot in my rankings is because he shockingly resembled me in many ways. As I already said, I come from a place where clan politics plays a major role and when I see Sasuke’s flashback in part 1, I was simply dumbstruck by such a detailed similarities.

Elder child of the family - ✅

Have an adorable younger sister who loves me more than my parents - ✅

Same age gap (5 years) with my sister as Itachi and Sasuke - ✅

Parents paying total attention on me while ignoring my sister completely - ✅

Parents constantly comparing my achievements with my sister - ✅

A sister who bear hugged me every time I entered the home after returning from my school - ✅

Despite my mom being a teacher, my sister always prefers me to teach her stuffs as she considers me to be way too better than my mom - ✅

Love my sister more than my parents - ✅

Clan-Obsessed parents - ✅

Used me as a tool for the benefit of the clan - ✅

Sending another person from my clan to spy on me - ✅

Strained relationship with my parents - ✅

Disgusted with my clan - ✅

Most importantly, this dialogue from part 1 episode 129,

Clan? Clan?

Obsessed with the organization, Obsessed with the clan, Obsessed with the name, that’s merely the detestable action that restrict yourself.

I have given up all hope in this worthless clan

Because, people obsess themselves to their clan, a thing so petty, they lose sight of the things that are truly important.

A real change cannot occur under restraints and controls

I confronted my parents with the exact same dialogue (almost 98% similar) in my own native language some years ago.

I didn’t even know the existence of Naruto series at that time. I was simply shell-shocked by all these similarities with this character.

And Yes, The moment I heard these dialogues, I knew Itachi, was a good guy, who had a very strong reason for his actions and I instantly knew Sasuke’s revenge will not bear him any happiness.

It is exactly because of all these striking similarities of myself with Itachi, and my lil’l sister with Sasuke, my family dynamics with the Uchiha family.... I could understand the magnitude of Sasuke’s love towards Itachi.

And precisely because of that, I could understand Sasuke’s love towards Naruto is not fucking ‘brotherly’ one but something that leans towards Attraction.

No wonder, Itachi left Sasuke in Naruto’s care.

Anyways to speak objectively,

Itachi is an extremely self-sacrificial person whose life is full of pain and miseries but never blames it on the world unlike other Uchiha members like Madara, Obito and Sasuke to an extent.

He did things considering the bigger picture which never benefitted himself in anyway and was willing to go to any extent even at the expense of his own family and his brother’s happiness. That is, Uchiha Clan Massacre and Joining Akatsuki. None of this benefitted him in anyways but he did it anyway, for the village of Konoha.

His ideals are shockingly similar to Hashirama, Which Sasuke pointed this out and Hashirama acknowledged that Itachi was a better shinobi than he was. ❤️❤️❤️

Now, does this means I support Uchiha clan massacre?

No way. Even Itachi didn’t.

This massacre happened because of the huge clusterfuck from Hiruzen’s incompetence, Danzo’s paranoid arrogance, Uchiha clan’s devious plan to over throw the government by force rather than approaching it in a peaceful way, say, a peace talk or a protest.

All these people acted on their own self-interest. Itachi and Shisui caught in their whirlpool, bear their burdens and paid for it with their life. Sasuke suffered for it.

But, it’s not the only reason I love this character. It’s because, the moment he decided to massacre everyone, he marked his own death by the hands of his beloved brother. I love people who owns up their mistakes and face the consequences rather than making excuses (even though it’s not entirely his mistake).

Itachi is also the only character in this series who realized his failures on his own without anyone’s interference or Naruto’s Talk-No-Jutsu.

And he apologized for everything he did to Sasuke.

Again, some hardcore Sasuke fanatics criticize/hate him for torturing their poor ‘Sasuke-Kun’ with his Tsukuyomi. I was like ‘Hmmm...What?’.

First off, Itachi apologized to Sasuke for not thinking out from his point of view and also for not telling him the truth earlier.

Second off, Sasuke never even blamed Itachi for anything (even he didn’t hold him for killing their parents). If Sasuke himself, forgiven Itachi... Why are his fans being so rabid?

Third off, for all of his supposed ‘crimes’, he paid for it by dying as a disgraceful Madman rather than a Hero who really saved the village. He is someone who should be celebrated like Naruto but instead died proudly as a Traitor of Konoha.

All in all, One of the wonderfully written character I have ever seen in the media.

Best Moments:

Itachi vs Sasuke (That battle was a pure brilliance and highly emotional especially after knowing the truth. When Sasuke released his Kirin, Itachi showed off his ultimate armour Susanoo like a badass. Seeing Susanoo for the first time gave me chills. No, Sasuke didn’t kill him. Itachi died on his own)

Itachi vs Orochimaru (Man, Itachi may look mellow but when it comes to Orochimaru he is a pure Sass. He screwed that snake up both the times by a wide margin. It seems Uchiha brothers like to fuck up Orochimaru, LOL)

Talk-No-Jutsu’ing Naruto (Geez, Naruto was being completely bratty and was full of saviour complex like he was going to bear everyone’s hatred by himself. I was almost annoyed. Thanks to Itachi, he realised. Probably he is the only character to shut Naruto using his own jutsu)

Izanami’ing Kabuto (Other than Naruto, he is the only character to go out of his way to empathize with a villain and put extreme effort to change him. I think this is why Sasuke loves Naruto, for seeing these similarities??? ).

Goodbye to Sasuke (The first time when he said ‘Forgive me, Sasuke. This is the last’ by poking his forehead and finally closing the distance by butting with Sasuke’s head softly saying ‘I will love you always’.... It always evokes uncontrollable tears in me, no matter how many times I watch it 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

HONOURABLE MENTION

Uchiha Obito

God, Am such a sucker for Uchiha guys individually, though collectively as a clan they fucked up big time. I simply couldn’t find the place for him in the top 10. He is a classic example of What Naruto will be like if he becomes a villain?

However, all those horrible stuffs he did just for a girl whom he had a crush on which was never reciprocated seems childish. That’s why I couldn’t put him in Top 10.

And his understandable but weird obsession on Naruto was always enjoyable to watch.

One cute thing I liked about him was, whatever criminal stuffs he may have done, he was never a cheapskate though. He had every chance to take back Kakashi’s Sharingan to activate his own Susanoo. But he never even thought of such an idea. He was a bad guy. But a good friend, no matter what.

Pure Baby!!! But lost his way!!!

Best Moments:

Importance of Team Work (’In the ninja world, Those who break the rules are scum. But those who abandon their comrades are worse than scum’. This very legacy he left to Kakashi came to defeat him later. And Naruto follows this motto even today)

Sacrificing his Sharingan (’I am giving you my Sharingan. No matter what the villagers say, you are a great Jonin. Please take it’. Awww!!! Obito. He left his Sharingan which helped Kakashi to complete a jutsu called ‘Chidori’, which is a go-to jutsu of Sasuke)

Thanks for the ask, anon. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. ❤️

#ask #itachi #itachi uchiha #sasuke #sasuke uchiha #naruto #naruto uzumaki #hashirama #tobirama #hashirama senju #tobirama senju #madara uchiha #madara #killer bee #kakashi #jiraiya #tsunade #obito #obito uchiha

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luvspence · 3 years

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heyy wassup? i have a request, if that’s okay. could u do a spencer x reader in which reader and spencer flirt in a bar -like derek convinced him to go there but then he really enjoys reader’s company- and she goes away pretty early cuz she has a job interview. so like spencer is sad at work the day after, but he finds reader in the lift cuz she has an interview with hotch??? around season 10 pls. hope it’s okay. thank u in advance <3

omg yes! this is like lowkey greys anatomy vibes if you’ve ever seen it, i love this idea so much

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“what else would you be doing?”

“reading”

“i think your books will be okay without you for a night”

spencer rolled his eyes as derek dragged him into the local bar

“kid look, if you hate it that much you can leave, but who knows maybe you’ll enjoy yourself”

“doubtful, i don’t even want to think about the staggering amount of microorganisms on these-“

derek cut in “then dont”

he took a seat next to derek at the bar, sipping on his glass of water, watching morgan flirt with the girl beside him

“derek”

he nudged his side

“derek!”

“and that’s when i kicked down the door-, kid what?”

spencer hated this experience, but derek was having a good time, and the way he was drinking he was gonna need a ride home. so he sucked it up, and did the good friend move

“nevermind”

he turned around and went back to talking to the girl beside him

spencer was spacing out, thinking about the saturation of carbon dioxide in his seltzer

“could i get a beer?”

he heard a voice to the left of him

soon he felt her presence, radiating next to him on the adjacent stool as she took a sip of her beer

she sat there staring down the bar counter tops, pushing her hair behind her ear and softly mumbling to herself

she then met his eyes

“h-hi, i’m y/n”

“hello i’m spencer”

“spencer, british, unisex, meaning administrator”

“w-well yes indeed! it also means steward, and peaked in popularity in the late 90s”

she took another big gulp of her beer

“do we have similar lines of work or do you just know everything?”

“well, not everything but i do know quite a bit, like your name for example”

he rambled on about the traditional meanings of your name, which led to a discussion about personal stories behind your name, which led to talk about parents

“well my mother died when i was young, what does that same about me spencer?”

“abandonment issues possibly, statistically, the death of a parent usually has a pretty severe negative affect on someone, higher risk of short schooling and mental illness, but as far as i can see you seem very bright and successful, so i don’t think you follow the statistical trends”

“why thank you, well i do have a job interview tomorrow so i think i am on the trek to beating the statistics”

“that’s great! i’m sure with your area of expertise you’ll be a valuable asset to any job”

spencer was being a lot more forward than usual, but it just seemed so natural, so fun

“oh geez you’re gonna make me blush, you’re quite the intellect, setting up a stark expectation”

he chuckled softly, staring into her big eyes

she swiftly looked down at her watch

“well i’ve got to get going, the interview and everything, it was nice talking to you!”

she said as she grabbed her jacket and hopped off the stool

“you as well! i hope to see you again soon”

before spencer said that last part she was already out the door

“who was that?” derek spinner around in his stool

“y/n, she seems really sweet, i didn’t get her number though”

“y/n... why does that sound so familiar?”

—-

the next day spencer rushed into work, hair un done and he missed a couple buttons on the cardigan

he walked into the elevator and repeatedly pressed the button

he was fixing his hair when the elevator stopped short

“what even”

he pressed the button of his desired floor once more, but a woman walked in

dressed in a matching pencil skirt and blazer combo, she said

“6th floor please”

spencer nodded, they had the same destination

he looked down at her

“y/n?”

“yes oh hi! spencer!”

“what are you doing here?”

“this is my interview! i have a meeting with agent hotchner”

“no way, i work here, i’m a profiler for the behavioral analysis unit”

“oh my goodness why didn’t you mention that! that’s so cool i’m interviewing to join your team!”

they continued to chat until they reached the 6th floor

“well good luck! you’ll do great”

“thank you! and here”

she shuffled through her bag and took out a post it and wrote her number on it

“i wasn’t going to let an opportunity fly by me twice”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fluffy #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer x y/n #mgg #jjandpals #inbox blurbs

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stephspurs · 3 years

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction - BONUS MOMENTS

Surprise!!! I'm back with a select few bonus #bamelia moments!! I just couldn't let the love story of Ben and Amelia die, I hope you don't mind. Love Always, Steph xx

PSA: To all new readers, you don't have to read the series (link below) to understand this, however it would help so that you can understand the preconceived emotions behind the chapter!

Champions Again | di nuovo campioni

warnings; none word count; 1865 writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. link to fic masterlist here

They had done it, again. The Chelsea boys were lifting their second team trophy for the year, they had just won the Supercup. This was Amelia’s first competition final with the Premier League giants and if she had her way, this wouldn't be last. She was beginning to get addicted to the feeling of winning, of proving to every little girl out there and every sexist male she had ever come across, that anything boys can do, girls can do better. She was letting her results speak for themselves, she was making history and there was nothing that could bring her down from the ninth cloud she was currently riding.

As proud as she was over her own achievements, she was equally as proud of her friends. Whilst she wasn’t part of their Champions League victory, she knew that this moment was just as special to the team that just loved to win. The scenes before her were ones she hoped she would never forget - the look on Jorgi’s face as he lifted his third trophy of the last few months, the crinkles beside Mason’s eyes as he grinned at the camera that was desperate to capture every moment of the evening, the tinge of pink on the apples of Ben’s cheeks as he stood with his hands on his hips while he watched Amelia give her first post-match tactical analysis to the Sky Sports reporter - proud that she was his girl. These were the moments that made Amelia forget all of the hard times, or rather made her realise that all of the hard times were worth it to see her friends, her team, her man smile.

With every great victory comes an even greater after party, and even though the Super Cup final coincided with the start of the season, the boys still believed that they deserved an afterparty to celebrate. Captain Cesar Azpilicueta had kindly offered the grounds of his Surrey home to host the bunch of rowdy boys, and their onslaught on mates and partners on the Sunday afternoon between the Super Cup final and the first match of the Premier League 21/22 season. Whilst they were under strict instruction from the higher powers of Chelsea Football Club (namely; Thomas Tuchel) to keep the drinking to a minimum and to keep themselves out of trouble, the boys were allowed to be boys for one more night.

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“Benj, what are you wearing? I don’t know if I should wear a sundress or denim shorts! Please, I need help!” I shouted out to Ben who was currently somewhere in his large house.

“Why would my outfit be able to help you with that decision” I could hear his voice getting closer, his footsteps getting louder as he began to ascend the stairs up to the main bedroom that I had slowly started to take over in the last couple months.

“An opinion is all I’m after - stop being cheeky mate” I shoot back at him as I begin to stand up from my place in front of his wardrobe. It was still his wardrobe, he hadn’t asked me to move in yet so it was still technically his even if it was half full with my clothes. As I got to my feet, I turned to see him leaning in the doorway with his arms and ankles crossed over each other. Wearing a tee shirt and some denim shorts himself with a cap covering his ungelled hair - a request from me because it was much easier for me to run my hands through if it wasn’t laden with gel...and because it gave me an excuse to push it out of his face whenever I felt like it (which was often).

“I wouldn’t mind if you stayed in that outfit to be fair, however, that would also mean we would be skipping this afterparty altogether and be spending the afternoon celebrating in an entirely different manner” He states staring at me while I’m currently standing with my hands on my hips, staring at the shorts and tank top combo I have laid out on his bed - again, his bed not ours - he hasn’t asked me to move in yet so it was technically his even if it did have the new bed sheets I purchased a couple weeks back with the matching throw cushions on it. The barely-there outfit that I was currently sporting and that had him licking his lips as he pushed himself off of the doorway to walk to me and wrap his arms around my body from behind was a bralette and a pair of his Chelsea shorts.

“Ok sorted, you’re in denim shorts so I’m going to wear mine too. Done ok move get off me I need to change or we’re going to be late” I exclaimed as I pushed him off me with my hips. A bad move? Absolutely not. I got to feel all of him against me and remind him of what he gets to come home to every evening, if he choses.

“Wow what's the rush now Mils? Why are you walking around like you’ve got ants in your pants?” He questioned as he tightened his grip on me and turned me so I was facing him, looking up into his curious baby blues.

“And don’t say nothing, I’ve picked up on all of your tells already” He further questioned as he could see the wheels begin to turn behind my eyes, desperate to come up with an excuse to mask my jitters so I wouldn’t have to tell him the truth.

“I regret ever letting you become friends with Fede, he’s spilling all of my secrets...Ok fine. I’m nervous to see Jack. I haven’t seen him since...ya’know and I haven't spoken to him since I gave him a telling off before international break and Ben I promise you I haven't thought about him once but I’m still worried that there's unresolved anger there from him and I don’t want to get into it again just when we’re getting back into the groove of us and it’ll impact your friendsh-” my rambling was cut off by his lips, which were simultaneously reminding me to breathe between my words and leaving me breathless at the same time. He always did have a way with his lips, the power they held over me was unmatched by anything.

“Calm down love, I promise it’ll be okay. Jack and I have had it out already, a long chat on international duties which may have only been prompted because Mase and Dec locked us in the kit room after our first session, sorted it all out.” Ben reassured me as he began to rub his thumbs over my cheeks and his hands held both sides of my face.

“I do know he wants to apologise to you though - so don’t be surprised if he tries to do that early on in the evening. You know just how awkward he can be so he’ll probably spring it on you before you’ve even put your bag down.”

“Oh great, I’m gonna need to do a couple shots before we leave the house - you’re good to drive right?” I said as I walked from his grasp and down the stairs to grab the bottle of vodka for some good old fashioned dutch courage.

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Ben was right about Jack, he had approached the couple only moments after they had arrived at Azpi’s house. Amelia had spotted him making his way towards them so she began to walk in a different direction to Ben, stretching their interlocked hands and letting him go as she mumbled something about needing to put her bag down. Ben really knew both of them too well. Jack gave Ben a hug hello, still in the grovelling stage of repairing their friendship.

“Hey bro, how’s it goin?” Jack spoke as he pulled away from Ben.

“Yeah bro all’s good with me, how are you? Congrats on the move again, million dollar geez you are, aren’t ya? Don’t forget me when you're mingling with Messi in a couple years” Ben joked back with the boy who has been literally a brother to him for the last few years.

“Ahhh you’re jokin me, could never forget a brother could I? We’re basically blood at this point I reckon. Where’d Mils run off ta?” Jack questioned with his arm around Ben’s neck, both of the boys looking out into the garden for the girl in question.

“Right here super Jack” Amelia spoke from behind them. During their brief discussion, Amelia had put her bag down and ran inside to grab herself a drink before walking out to face the music of Jack’s apology. Overhearing how lighthearted he was with Ben, coupled with the reassurance that Ben had provided her earlier in the evening plus the two or three vodka shots she had downed in their kitchen before coming to the afterparty had meant that she left her worries at the door.

“Mils, darlin', you already know what's coming but I truly am sorry...to both of ya ya’know. Benny, we’ve already had it out and it took me ages to get over that black eye but please believe me when I tell ya I am so sorry for treating you that way Amelia. From the bottom of my heart, I am sorry and I regret nothing more than how I made you feel.” Jack could feel himself getting teary whilst thinking about how he made the girl feel, how he made his best mate and chosen brother feel, how he really put a spanner in the works of their blossoming relationship.

“Jack, I’m not going to say it was ok because it wasn't. But it wasn’t just your fault, I also played a part in it that has me cursing myself every day for ruining things with Benj. I forgive you, Jacky.” Amelia spoke while reaching up and wrapping her arms around Jack’s neck to give him one of her signature squeezy hugs, to truly convey that she was moving on from their tumultuous past and hoped that he could stop beating himself up over it and do the same.

Jack had left the couple to return to the table and grab himself a refill of his drink. Ben’s arm had found its natural position around Amelia’s shoulders as they both stood there looking out at their friends. However, Ben was looking down at Amelia. Without missing a beat and keeping her eyes focused out on the yard, Amelia spoke only loud enough for Ben to hear.

“So, you gave Jack a black eye over me huh? That’s hot”

Amelia took a few steps forward before turning to look at the expression on Ben’s face as she continued to walk away from him, backwards. The slight shock turned into a full on smirk as he walked towards her eager to close the gap between them with a kiss. He knew she loved him with her whole heart, but he hoped that she would understand just how much he loved her right back.

The Proposal | la proposta

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misstrashchan · 3 years

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Top 3 RWBY ships & your favorite moments for each!!!

AH IT'S YOU!

And... Just three? Really? Uh, well, I guess I'll start with my first OTP I had watching the show when I was 13 that I still have a soft spot for...

1. Ladybug (Ruby/Blake)

Blame Madoka Magica, but I'm drawn to the dark haired, aloof and cool mysterious girl having a soft spot and looking out for the clumsy, optimistic and maybe a little naive girl trying to prove herself who happens to be the MC, and finding their own hope renewed in themself because of that relationship.

I mean there's just a lot of little moments when Blake is just so wholeheartedly the member who believes and trusts Ruby the most as a leader, like I know it's easy to overlook over the series but between "She's only two years younger, we're all just kids" in defence of Ruby when Weiss calls her just a kid, "She's our leader, she can take care of herself" in response to Yang worrying over Ruby, and "We'll follow your lead Ruby" to her before meeting Ironwood, and their initial meeting being Blake coming over and helping Ruby out when Weiss is giving her a hard time but then aprubtly leaving, it's just... I really love them, okay?

My favorite Ladybug moment is probably their talk in v8, because it's kind of a culmination of those little actions and words over the series that conveyed the nature of their relationship actually communicated, when Blake just lets Ruby know how much she looks up to and believes in her as a leader, and how greatful and moved you can see Ruby is to hear that when she's at a low point of doubting herself the most. (Even though that kind of faith is a double edged sword for her, but that's a Ruby meta analysis for another day)

And of course Ruby's soft chuckle and little "I could hear you" after getting up when Blake was pleading for Ruby to get up after getting knocked out, because they needed her, just melts my heart everytime I hear it.

2. Bumbleby (Yang/Blake)

I mean. It's Bumbleby! Ladybug may have been my first OTP but Bumbleby reigns supreme in my little heart since falling into it during v2 and fully committing to it after v3 and during v4. The slowburn, the pining, the angst, the comfort, the finding their way back to each other no matter how many times they seperate, the complimentary colour schemes, Beauty and the Beast, Ying and Yang, the way their narratives are intrinsically interwined with one another, THE SOFT FOREHEAD TOUCHES. God the list of reasons of Why Bumbleby is just neverending.

I mean, when I think good slowburn romance, I just immediately think Bumbleby.

Favourite moment? Geez. Idk. There's so many iconic bees moments it's hard to pick. Burning the Candle? I love it when you're feisty? Your bow goes great with your pajamas? Bees vs Adam? The Reunion? The Reunion 2.0 with forehead touches? (which are, in my humble opinion, far softer and more romantic than any kisses could be but that's just me)

But for all the angsty and dramatic moments, I really really like this series of small moments when Yang and Blake are getting ready to go dancing with FNKI in v7 the most. Yang trying to teach Blake how to dance and Weiss finding them to be an insufferable couple, Blake putting on mascara while Yang watches her lying on her bed with just the gayest little grin, Yang coming over and just so casually putting her hand on Blake's shoulders. It's just. It's my favorite just because of how casual it is. The two of them getting to relax and doing normal couple stuff. After everything these two have gone through they deserve that with each other, to enjoy those first highs of venturing into a romantic relationship. It's just the little moments, y'know?

3. Rosegarden (Ruby/Oscar)

So much about this ship just screams perfect slowburn material. How Ruby has consistently been the person who believes in Oscar as his own person, how Oscar is the first person we see get Ruby to open up to about her own fears,(and like, Ruby's really the only person Oscar has confided in like that over the series too) how throughout v7 Ruby worries over her decision to lie to Ironwood mainly because she knows it's something Oscar doesn't agree with and she doesn't want him to think less of her. The very circumstances that allowed them to meet; the war with Salem, Oscar merging with Oz, their shared burden that allows them to bond, is also exactly what would prevent them from ever having an actual relationship. It's just so... tragic when you really think about it and I LOVE that kind of shit.

RG to start with was more of an "enjoying how adorable Oscar's crush on Ruby was but believing it would ultimately be one sided" than actual "I Think This is Going to Be A Thing". And then the Dojo scene happened, which was this really revealing character moment for both of them in a way we hadn't seen either of them with anyone else, where they share their fears, and Oscar pushes Ruby to be more introspective and honest with her feelings at the start and at the end Ruby pushes Oscar to be braver and more confident in himself, which hits the core struggles of both their characters and I was like. Hm. Okay. Maybe there's more going on here. And the ship has kind of had my attention since then. (not my favorite RG moment though)

And then like, in v6 when Oscar gets his first huntsman outfit, and you can see that 1) His main colour is green, complimentary to Ruby's red, 2) His secondary colour is also Ruby's red 3) His accessories are the same as the ones Ruby has in her Mistral outfit, meaning he took direct inspiration from her and 4) As the cherry on top his whole outfit is a Very Obvious nod to him alluding to the Little Prince. And I was like Ah. This is A Thing Now. And then the series went on to have the subtle-as-a-brick-parallels with the Bees and visually pairing them with the Bees and I was like Ah. Yeah. We're definitely in it now.

Enough about that though. Favourite moment? Ruby handing Oscar back his cane. Not just the "You're your own person" Ruby says to reassure Oscar of his own individual identity, but what she does when she says it. Before that, when Oscar reaches to take the cane from Ruby who holds it out to him, he lingers there, asking "I'm just going to be another one of his lives, aren't I?" And right then and there Ruby and Oscar would be holding onto one another, except the cane is in between their hands. It's what connects them, but it's also what separates them. Because the cane represents Oscar's connection to Oz and his merging with him. And it's only because of Oz that Oscar met Ruby at all. But then when Ruby tells Oscar he's his own person, she puts her other hand on top of his. Asserting her own, unique connection to him. That still gets me.

#rwby #ruby rose #blake belladonna #ladybug #bumbleby #yang xiao long #oscar pine #rosegarden #asks

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skylarmoon71 · 3 years

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Raphael x Parker Reader- Chapter 4- (TMNT 2014/2016)

“Raph, we saved her and the guy was arrested."

They were standing at the top of a building further away, watching the chaos unfold below. Raph gripped at his chains, watching the blinking blue and red lights.

“Yeah, I still don’t know why we even saved that bastard. “ He’s more than a little irritated. Leo knows that. But as much as Raph tries to act tough and uncaring, he knows he’d never let something like that happen, even if the male was a criminal.

There are still parts of the story that don't quite make sense to Leo though. The abilities he saw you displayed for one. If he hadn’t been there he wouldn’t have believed it.

“That chick, she wasn’t human Leo.” Raph's statement really made him question a lot of things.

“She’s like us..” He muttered. Leo moved closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. Leo wasn’t blind, he knew how much his brothers still felt a bit like outcasts. They’d come a long way, but it would always be the need present. The one that hoped to find more people that understood them, not just sympathy, but actual understanding.

“We need to be careful, we could have been seen. Vincent was pretty clear about it all. We were the ones that wanted to remain hidden. She can’t protect us if we’re being reckless, Raph.” Of course he knew that, but when he saw your body falling from the glass, something in him snapped.

His intention was to grab you both with his chain, but he’d misjudge the angle. Raph was fully willing to scale down that building if it came down to it, but as he’d witnessed, it wasn’t needed. You apparently had it handled. Even at his distance, he could make out your figure below. He may have been imagining it, but he swore your eyes caught him for a split second. He took a step back, looking down.

“The hell..”

The quick lock of your eyes at the side of the building, and now again from below. He didn’t like the feeling in his chest. Mainly because he didn’t understand it. You were a stranger to him, and it would probably stay that way.

“Let’s go.” Raph spoke gruffly. He needed to leave, gather his thoughts and bearings. It was silly, but at the back of his mind, he kind of hoped he’d get to see you again.

~~~~~~~~~

One Week Later

You were no closer to finding any answers. At least not for the figure you’d seen that night. The rest of your problems, that was a different story. The fact that you were now built like a freaking olympic gymnast was the most alarming. Especially since you’d never had a single athletic bone in your body. Your vision had somehow improved as well. To Aunt May’s surprise and yours. Through your analysis you’d been able to get done using your school’s lab, you realize that the bite that you assumed was insignificant turned out to be anything but that. The cell’s of your blood were completely changed.

Right about now you weren’t sure if it was such a bad thing, aside from almost ripping the door off its hinges yesterday when you were rushing to use the bathroom. The mark on your hand was gone, not even a trace. You contemplated going back to the University and asking some questions. Then again, if they found out about your most recent side effects, you may end up being just like one of those spiders in containment.

You flexed your fingers, shoving the books into your locker hurriedly. A paper fell out at your aggressive antics and you grumbled. Turning you moved to get it, but someone else had already reached for it. Raising your head, you were met with the smile of Milo. You straightened, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears.

“Hey, you should be more gentle with your stuff otherwise they’ll keep running away.” He joked. You smiled shyly, taking the worksheet.

“T-Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” he was still watching you, and he titled his head in thought.

“Hey, you got contacts.” you blink.

“Contacts….Oh! Yeah I did. “ You were a little shocked he noticed you even wore glasses.

“You look good.” Blushing at the compliment, you nod, trying to refocus on putting your stuff away.

“And thanks again for the other day. I was literally lost in chemistry. You really helped me understand the concepts better. You should be a tutor or something. You’re great at science. “

You were a bit interested in being a professor, if you could survive high school that is.

“It wasn’t a problem, really. Science is like my safe space. It’s one of the few things I understand, easier than people sometimes.”

“Ugh, why the hell did I say that?”

Now he probably thought you were some sort of antisocial muck.

“I get that. With me it’s sports. I feel in control when i’m out on the field just sweating, you know.”

“Yeah, I guess I kind of do.”

He was the last person you thought you’d be able to relate to.

“Parker!!” you wince at the pitch of that tone.

Faith.

Her parents should have named her screech honestly. That’s all you associated her face with.

“What did I tell you about flirting with my boyfriend?” A few of the students attention was now focused in your direction. Milo stepped forward, taking her arm gently.

“Hey relax, it's not like that we were just talking.” She yanked her arm away, staring angrily back at you.

“Now he’s defending you. You’re such a slut, you can’t find your own so you try to steal someone else’s!”

“Faith!”

You knew Milo was just trying to help, but you felt like his input was just making it worse. You should have just walked away the moment you saw him. It wasn’t worth it getting trashed on for a guy who was really just talking to you out of pity.

“I’m not interested in you or your boyfriend, if that’s all I’d really like to get to my other class.” You went to grab your book, but she slammed your locker, pressing her back to it as she glared at you.

“Please, you think you’re all that just because you’re a freaking teacher’s pet. It’s pathetic. Then you use that to get sympathy from people just because you lost your uncle. He’s probably better off dead I’m sure he prefers that rather than dealing with a sad little bitch like you.” you clenched your fist, driving it into the locker right next to her head. Her body went still, and the area went into complete silence. You removed your hand slowly, arm trembling. The indent your fist made caused a few gasps to echo. Faith was terrified.

“Geez, she really is a freak.” someone muttered.

You didn’t say a word, what could you say? Taking a step back, you turn, running out of the school.

At that very moment, you just wanted to disappear.

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witchiswriting · 3 years

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All You Had To Do Was Stay

Summary: When you're obliged to take your cheating ex-boyfriend's class your first instinct to leave and ignore him for the rest of your life. But, maybe you could learn to live with it.

Warnings: Angst

It was the beginning of Spring Semester and the chilly March air was surrounding the campus. The trees started to colour, making a green and soft brown landscape all around the campus yard. You were holding your very hot coffee in hopes to warm yourself. It wasn’t exactly working but you couldn’t care less.

You were already feeling like this semester is going to be the worst period of your life, due to the break up you’d been going through since the fall break. You’d been dating one of your professors, professor Negan for 6 months, and the relationship ended in the most painful way just before the fall break.

You caught him getting at it with a blonde bimbo in his own apartment. He was drunk but you couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him. You thought you were being clear about this fragile subject. You already told him, at the very beginning of your relationship, ‘’One time and I’ll be done with you forever. No matter what your excuse is’’ you stated.

Now you had to go through it and the worst thing is Negan is teaching The English Romantics this semester, and you couldn’t change your course. The other professor who was teaching romantics was in maternity leave and this left you helpless.

You had no other choice but to attend this class. In fact, you were already five minutes late. Dreading to going into the building, your phone buzzed with the text of your friend, Kyra. She was informing you Negan was already in the class. You closed your eyes briefly and took a deep breath. He had a strict rule about being late and you wished that he could ignore you for once.

You slowly opened the door and started to walk toward the desk in the back. Fortunately, Kyra already saved a place for you. Of course, Negan noticed your late arrival but didn’t say a word. He was busy with arranging power points.

After you settled, he briefly glanced around and caught your eye, but you quickly averted your gaze. You had to convince yourself to not to skip this class but he was already getting under your skin without doing anything actually, and you couldn’t help but reconsider your decision.

You felt Kyra’s soft, supporting caress on your shoulder, she was your only friend who knew about your relationship with your professor. She accidently found out and, at first, you were afraid that she was going to spread the word sooner or later but she respected your wishes and was there with you during the painful nights for the whole fall break.

Negan cleared his throat and spoke with a firm, authoritative tone. ‘’There are few fucking things I don’t want in my class. Being late is a big fucking no no. I don’t fucking care if you got stuck in the traffic or overslept. Also, you can’t skip my fucking classes without a proper excuse. If you fucking tend to do that please drop this fucking course and wait for the upcoming semester. As any normal fucking professor, I’ll give you assignments for every writer we discuss. If you can’t get it ready until the fucking deadline, then I won’t fucking accept your goddamn paper.’’ he finished his sentence with a stern look on his face.

‘’Geez. What an asshole.’’ You heard the girl behind you muttering and it put a smile on your face. Kyra was giggling silently. ‘’He’s like the 21st century gestapo.’’ She joked.

Negan heard your giggles and quickly turned his glance to your seat, raised his voice again. ‘’Also, I don’t want fucking chit chat in my class.’’ It was like a little warning, especially for you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your little actions annoyed him and it slightly made you happy.

“What about the exam schedule?” A shy girl interrupted Negan with her question. Her voice was low.

He cleared his throat and continued. “Good fucking point. As usual, you’ll have midterms and finals but I’m gonna do tests after every subject we finish. They will take place between your midterms and finals. In fact, I’m about do fucking one for today.” He smirked and caught his lower lip between his teeth in a suggestive manner.

To Negan, it was pleasing to annoy students but, honestly, he was doing it because he didn’t feel like himself at that very moment. Seeing you for the first time after a month hit him hard. The fact that you were acting nonchalant toward him made his stomach clench. He literally fucked up and very much aware of it, but whenever he tried to reach you to talk, to apologize you took fewer steps back and he couldn’t blame you.

The students were growling and mumbling how ridiculous this is but you weren’t surprised at all. This was typical Negan, you had taken his Medieval English class before and that was how he did it. He usually does this tests to learn about the class' knowledge beforehand.

“Stop fucking whining. However, this test won’t affect your grades, cause I’m doing it to see how much shit you actually fucking know.” He already had papers in his hand. “It’s a fucking two parted test. The first one is about general knowledge of the writers, their novels etc etc. Now for the final test, you fucking need to write a little analysis for the little excerpt I fucking put on the paper. Good fucking luck.”

Luckily, it wasn’t something hard for you. You had a natural talent and interest in literature. All you had to do was pour your knowledge to the paper and get the hell out of this class, avoiding Negan for the rest of the week. Just as you were busy with thinking how you actually managed to dodge any kind of conversation with him the feeling of long, rough fingers touching your delicate skin interrupted your internal peace.

Negan was standing right beside you, handing the paper. You had no intention to look at him directly. Trying to avoid his spicy smell you loved so much and him altogether. You took a deep breath as he tried to touch your fingers without anyone noticing, but you were quick to pull your hand.

“Just fucking wait outside when you’re done.” He said with a barely audible whisper and moved to the other desk. Sure, the phrase was harsh but his thick voice was dripping with regret, you could feel it. Silently cursing at yourself, you were trying to keep your tears at bay.

As always, Kyra knew what was going on and ready to soothe you. “You don’t have to do a damn thing. You don’t owe this asshole anything.” She whispered with a tone only you were able to hear.

Her support and friendship formed a little smile on your lips. “Thank you.” you mouthed quickly. With a deep sigh you started writing down on your paper and paid your attention to the questions. Thankfully, Negan didn’t come near you during the test. He kept his place on the podium and threw a few glances to your seat but you quickly brushed them.

The test was pretty easy for you after finishimg it swiftly, you silently packed your surroundings and walked straight to Negan. You felt anxiety rising in your stomach. Hoping for him to just take your paper and let you go without saying anything to upset you more.

Negan wasn’t surprised to see that you were the first one to finish this test. He knew about your natural talent in literature, that was one of the reasons why he was affected by you in the first place. For the first time, he found someone whose interests were similar to him and he enjoyed your little chats about literature. That’s how he fell in love with you, too.

You cleared your throat, trying to wake him from his trance. “Here.” you said with an uninterested tone. Hoping to get out of this class as soon as possible. Negan hold your gaze without saying anything. He gulped heavily, his stress was apparent on his facial lines. He briefly closed his eyes and when he opened them, they were glassy.

“Please, Y/N.” Your name came out from his lips with a miserable tone. Without sparing him a second glance and another word, you left the class with stern steps.

For a moment, you considered waiting for him, curious about what he had to say but your logical side beat your feelings and you turned your back, walking toward the gate.

Deep down you knew you had to talk to him at some point. You were taking his class and couldn’t avoid him forever. Maybe, all you had to do was stay and wait for him, but you couldn’t find it in you today. After all, he made his bed and he had to lay in it.

#jeffrey dean morgan #negan #negan x reader #negan fanfiction #jdm #the walking dead

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julemmaes · 4 years

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Let Me In - October 2nd

Nesta Archeron x Cassian

Prompt sent by @noorismee (I’m sorry Tumblr kinda sucks and deleted the ask, I hope it’s just a one-time thing cause I could go insane)

“I didn’t get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

A/N: This was so cute to write and I really really miss my friends right now, cause I’ve just started uni and I don’t understand how many things works so I haven’t seen them in a very long time and writing about them is always kinda emotional. I hope y’all enjoy!

p.s. yesterday I made a mistake, cause I put the acotar general tag list instead of the tog one, so, sorry for the ones who found themselves there eheh

Word count: 2,587

Nesta wanted to cry. She wanted to cry so bad.

She had tried to take this exam four times in the last year. Twice in the winter session and twice in the summer one. Everyone had reassured her that the fifth time would be the good one, that this time she would be able to pass it with full marks.

"I'm sure you'll be the best in the class." Elain had told her only the day before.

So when she had arrived home, today, and had opened the email with the rankings and saw that she had failed again, she had screamed in frustration.

She grunted and dropped her head on the table, banging her forehead hard enough on the wood to make a loud thump. She rubbed her hands over her eyes, yawning and jerking when a flash of lightning lit the room as if it were daytime. She put her hands over her ears, waiting for the thunder and staring at the raindrops racing on the window glass, and when the noise stopped, she started reading one of the billions of theorems she had been studying for months.

She turned the pages until she found the chapter on the Fourier series and started to rewrite everything she needed to assimilate every little connotation of the theory so that she could apply it in practice.

She had been flipping through the book for hours, writing things and doing calculations that she knew by heart now. How was it possible that she knew everything so perfectly when she was at home and when she found herself in front of the test sheet, she forgot the logic behind it?

She picked up the phone to see the time and saw that it was ten forty-nine. She would not go to sleep until she had solved all the problems in the book.

A message appeared on the screen just as she was about to turn it off and she raised an eyebrow seeing who the sender was.

She had immediately informed him when she knew that she had failed the exam again, but then she hadn't waited for an answer and had put her phone aside.

Scrolling through the dozens of notifications - most of them from her best friend - she saw messages from her classmates asking her if she had passed.

When she got to the bottom of the list, she grimaced.

‘Did you eat?’

And a few minutes later, ‘Nesta?’

‘If you don't answer me within an hour and a half, I'm coming to your place.’

And then, exactly ninety minutes later, he had sent another message saying: ‘You asked for it. I'll be at your's in twenty minutes, half an hour max.’ followed by a strangely threatening text, ‘I'm pissed.’

Nesta grinned, muttering to herself, "Joke's on you, I won't open the door." and returned without too much thought to her math book.

Five minutes passed before she heard someone aggressively knocking on the door. She sighed, lifting her eyes from the numbers and pondering whether it was better to let him in or let him die outside in the cold and frost. She was about to get up, tell him that he should leave, when Cassian knocked harder on the door. She frowned.

"Arche! Open the fucking door, I'm freezing out here!" shouted the boy. Nesta laughed, looking at him through the peephole and leaning her hip against the wall.

She spoke loudly enough so that Cassian could hear her through the door, "And don't you think you should have asked my permission before coming here and busting my balls?"

She heard him snort and could imagine him closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, "Nesta, please," he seemed exasperated, "open this door and let me feed you."

Nesta raised an eyebrow, chuckling, "Feed me? What am I? A dog?"

"No, you idiot." he laughed on the other side, then, in a more serious tone he asked, "Have you eaten something?"

Nesta hesitated, "Sure."

"I can hear the bullshit from here." a little pause, "Come on, open up."

She opened the door slightly, watching him step forward and Nesta closed the door ajar, shaking her head, "Cassian I have to study." if she had let him in she wouldn't have been able to do anything.

His hair was damp and his usually dark-grey jacket was now black.

"Cassian," he repeated in a mocking tone and making a disgusted face, "what? Are you mad?"

She shook her head puffing, tapping her foot on the ground repeatedly. He followed the movement with his eyes. Looking back at her face, he said, "Even if you were, you wouldn't have the right to. I'm not the one who ignored his best friend all day." he put one hand on the door and pushed it, holding the pizza with the other.

When Nesta struggled to keep it closed again, Cassian laughed. They both knew very well that if he wanted to force his way into her apartment, he would have no problem doing so.

He took one look at her and made what she called whipped-dog-eyes, "I didn't get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you're sad, so let me in." She noticed only in that moment the bag hanging from his fingers. She leaned forward to help him hold it. She hated plastic bags so much, they always stretched out to cut off her hands when she had to carry them around.

Then she metabolized his words and opened her eyes wide, "Did you come on foot?"

She opened the door, stepped aside and let him in. Cassian trotted into the apartment, shaking his jacket off and passing the pizza to her, who moved so as not to get wet, "Are you crazy? It's four degrees outside and it's pouring."

He looked so pleased to finally be inside the house that he didn't seem to hear her.

Nesta placed the food and beer on the kitchen table, careful not to wet the books. She hurried to put everything aside and when Cassian came in and saw what she was doing she tightened her jaw. Nesta noticed.

"What?" she asked abruptly, "Everyone has their problems. You are a fool for leaving the house at ten o'clock without an umbrella and walking for half an hour in the middle of a storm and I am trying to make sure I have a future by studying, and if I have to do it in the evening, that's not going to stop me".

Cassian shrugged, "Az stole my umbrella and my mom needed the car."

A twinge of pain tightened her heart.

She shook her head, "Wait here, I'll go get you a dry sweatshirt, I should have one of yours."

He nodded and Nesta saw him as he started cutting the pizza, taking what necessary and setting the table. When he came back he was shirtless and was rattling his hair, squeezing it into the sink.

She froze on the kitchen door, admiring how the muscles on his back tensed with every slightest movement. It was not the first time she saw him without clothes, there had been many occasions, but it was rare for him to undress in front of her in such intimate surroundings. She cleared her voice, drawing Cassian's attention.

He turned towards her, smiling at her and Nesta thought she was going to die. It wasn't the usual cocky smile he usually gave everyone, it was sweet and sincere. She handed him the sweatshirt without saying anything and sat down.

The first bite of pizza - although it was gummy and cold - was an explosion of happiness in her stomach. She closed his eyes, moaning and took another bite out of the slice. Cassian sniggered, watching her as she finished her first slice.

"Geez, it's so good," said Nesta, with her mouth full of food. Cassian had an amused expression on his face. He nodded his head to the cartoon, "Have some more."

Nesta didn't hesitate and threw herself on the pizza, filling her plate. They ate in silence, enjoying each other's company. She thanked him only when she had cleaned the plate with the last crumb. He had belittled the whole thing by waving his hand mid-air, just saying that she didn't need to thank him, that it was his job to make sure she survived through this exam session.

When Cassian leaned forward on the table to grab a bottle of beer, Nesta stood up, grabbed the bottle opener and handed it to him. He was about to open the second one, when Nesta stopped him, "I'm not going to drink Cass, as soon as you leave I'll go back to studying and you know what alcohol does to me."

Cassian laughed and opened it anyway, pushing it towards her, "Come on Arche," she did not move and looked him in the eyes more serious than ever, "if you put it like that," he took back the beer and the smile died on his lips. He moved his gaze toward the window, "But I'm not leaving".

She moaned, "What the fuck, Cass." she put her hand in her hair, raising one leg and putting her foot on the chair, leaning her chin against her knee.

"I'm not leaving and I don't want to hear your lame excuses about why I can't stay" he looked at her and the worry in his features made Nesta stand at attention.

His tone became more gentle, "What happened today?"

She wiggled her head for the millionth time, frowning, "What do you mean? Nothing happened," and before he could answer her, she added, "except that I failed the mathematical analysis exam for the fifth time."

"Nes..." he passed his hand through his hair, unwinding it and dropping little water left and right. His eyes never left her face, looking for any sign that would give away her apparent calm.

"Cass." she repeated with the same tone. How could he be so good at reading through the lines? Lines that she hadn't even written, considering how good she had been at ignoring him all day long. She figured, that was also a clear sign that something was wrong.

Not even Tomas, her boyfriend, could understand that something was wrong and she had explicitly texted him "I don't feel very well, I'd rather be alone for today" to which he replied with a simple "Ok, talk to you tomorrow".

Maybe he didn't even care what was bothering his girlfriend so much. Surely he would have been angry, though, when he found out that Cassian had spent the night on her couch.

Cassian sighed, also putting down his beer, "You know, you need to talk about anything, I'm always here."

Nesta felt a lump forming in her throat, so she nodded weakly, not trusting her voice.

He looked into her eyes for a few more seconds and when she could no longer hold his gaze, she turned to her books, staring at the sheets of paper that came out of the pages.

"So," said Cassian, changing the subject for her sake, "what don't you understand about mathematical analysis?

She turned to him in surprise, "These aren't things you would understand."

She wasn't trying to insult him or make him feel less intelligent than she were, but the subjects that were studied in the third year of a math degree course required a broad knowledge of previous subjects. Subjects that Cassian would never have even approached while studying foreign languages and literatures.

"Oh, I know, I don't have a sufficiently developed brain for those things, but you need to be distracted and since you want to study so much, maybe you could repeat it to me." he smiled at her, getting up and standing in front of her, pointing to the living room with a nod of his chin, "Couch?

Nesta stared at him, wondering how it was possible that Cassian was her friend. She nodded, following him into the living room and sitting in front of him, her legs bent under her.

The second she opened the book, the black letters on the white pages seemed to cross over. They seemed to dance, not allowing her to read. She would have been able to explain it without reading, but fatigue was taking over. She closed the book, staring at the cover.

"Everything okay?" he asked with a hint of concern in his tone.

Nesta closed her eyes, carrying a hand over her eyes. Her breath started to tremble. She did not want to cry.

She felt Cassian move on the couch and then he hugged her, "Sweetheart?" he stroked her hair, while Nesta took the book out from among them and dropped it on the floor. She clutched to his chest and took a deep breath. The warmth of him seemed to relax her little or nothing and Nesta only wanted to stop feeling this icy cold that seemed to have been poured into her bones.

"I miss my mom," she whispered.

She heard Cassian swallowing, "I figured," he said in an equally silent tone, holding her tighter, "It's normal Arche, her anniversary is approaching."

Right. The anniversary of Amanda Archeron's death would be in a couple of weeks.

Nesta was convinced that Tomas couldn't even remember the month of her mother's death.

"She was so good. She graduated on time. She did everything perfectly. And I'm here and I can't pass this stupid exam," she said against his chest. Her mother went to the same university, she attended classes in the same halls. She had graduated with the highest grades.

Cassian moved slightly, placing his hand on one of her cheeks, caressing her just under the eye. He had a determined look in his eyes and when he spoke, Nesta knew she wouldn't be able to talk back.

"You managed to get this far for a reason. You are not stupid and the test you are trying to take is not easy. Your mother was a genius, it's true, and I understand that you think you are expected to do the same, but no one is going to use such a thing against you," he reassured her. "We are all on your side. The only one who doesn't believe in you, it seems, is also the only one who should." he smiled sweetly at her.

Nesta moved, fleeing that touch so familiar, so comforting.

"I'm sorry." she murmured.

Cassian was still hugging her, "For what?"

"For making you worry, I should have called you and told you right away. You wouldn't have had to come all the way here." she looked him in the face and found an amused expression there.

"I would have come anyway, Nes. Only sooner."

She smiled at him and hugged him again.

They watched an action movie until two in the morning, hugging on her couch. They didn't go to class the next day, staying locked in the house, eating all the junk they had managed to buy on their little trip to the mini market down the street.

Cassian had also managed to convince her not to touch the books for the day and it had taken a while for her to accept.

She just needed her person.

Looking to her right, she stretched her feet over his lap and he smiled at her.

She was kinda screwed.

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Riven x Musa

Ok, so I keep seeing posts everywhere that basically badmouth S8 and after seeing ten seconds of the trailer (YIKES to the animation, what’s wrong with the industry that they are making everything anime? Powerpuff Gen Z, I’m looking at you – obs: I didn’t watch it fully yet) I can see where some of the criticism is coming from but anyways…

My favorite Winx!couple EVER has always been Musa x Riven since I was kid and first watched the show (Netflix is not helping ‘cause I ship them even there).

I remember yawning at Bloom/Sky, rolling my eyes at Stella/Brandom and making a completely incredulous expression that I could literally feel forming on my face at Helia/Flora (can anyone say ‘unrealistic’?). Timmy/Tecna are a second favorite.

And why my Winx OTP are Riven x Musa followed after Timmy x Tecna? Because it reflects real life. In real life you’re not gonna stumble into people whose real and deep relationship problems are solved in twenty four minutes (not even that considering that some episodes present the “problem” half-way through said 24 minute-episode).

The breakup between Riven and Musa in S6 (spoilers everywhere after all) was one of the most mature breakups in the history of breakups with the hope for the future (yes, I’m completely ignoring S7, sue me, the whole thing was one huge filler anyways). And, after reading a lot of opinions on both ends (defending Musa/attacking Riven and defending Riven/attacking Musa) and watching the episodes in question (reuniting through reconciling) I think I can give my own analysis.

Since Musa AND Riven (individually and as couple) are my favorite characters in Winx, I think I CAN give a fairly unbiased view (hopefully).

*clears throat*

Ok, keep in mind that I’m defending BOTH of them, because I ship them too hard not to.

Musa Being OC (sometimes being called ‘brat’): C'mon, people! Musa and Tecna are OC since S4 anyways, where are the tomboy and the nerd? With the sneakers, T-shirt and comfortable-looking clothes? Noooo, now they all need neat skirts and hot pink high heels and long, glamorous hair. Do they look good? Of course, but and I would totally be less pissed if there was ANY indication on the reason for the change. Are they just maturing? Expressing themselves differently? Crowd mentality? Tune and Stella finally broke Musa down and Tecna followed soon after? Was it just to please Riven and Timmy? ANYTHING (even the 'pleasing a boy’ would at least be A reason - a ridiculous one that would piss me off, but A reason none the less), was just a sudden impulse that took?

Sure, we can talk about “character growth” until we are blue in the face, but the matter of the fact is that there was none.

The changes we see in Musa and Tecna are basically the creators making them more like the rest of the Winx (I’m including Aisha in this too, where is the sporty girl that matched the boy’s interest in extreme sports? C'mon! Even Bloom and her Girl Next Door looks are replaced with Bratz and Clueless-level of outfits).

Is anyone really going to look me in the eye and say Stella wasn’t a shallow (if friendly and good-natured) Mean Girl? She got better, but as I re-watch the show (currently in S3, meaning almost half-way through the content), Stella still worries more about her hair than anything else even while under literal fire.

More and more, Musa, Tecna and Aisha are losing their identities and what made them, IMO, the more badass Winx.

How did the two on the left went from this…

… to this:

Yeah, yeah, Musa still sings, Tecna still technobabble and Aisha is still a Warrior Princess but Aisha was the first one to go Bloom and Stella on us with Musa and then Tecna following soon after. It’s not just their clothing style, it’s the way they carried themselves too.

Right now? The only thing keeping them apart is their BF blues (different kind of blues) and some personal interests (singing, shopping, tech, the whole drama with Domino/Sparks, etc). But that’s IT, their personalities are going down the drain!

Sorry for the long-winded text, but the reason I’m expressing my disappointment at their change is because Musa’s reaction fits it. S6 we have such an AMAZING breakup (didn’t even think that was possible, WTH, right? Amazing breakup?) only for her to be mad as hell at Riven at S8? Bad writing, that has been dragging her (and the rest of the Winx) down to becoming just one unilateral, shallow character (the Specialists are also falling into that pit, what in the world did they do Helia in S8? He sounds like Thor telling about his “brave exploits” there, yikes). And continuity what? What continuity? Do they even remember how the breakup was written?

But ok, let’s put the Audience View aside for a moment and focus only on the In-Universe terms.

S6: You’ll always be my hero.

S8: What on EARTH are you doing here.

I laughed a bit, the contrast just got to me but instead of getting mad at one or the other like most of the fandom, I laughed.

Musa followed that by saying that Riven has not maintained contact and just in that I would be beyond pissed as well and giving my support to Musa. WTH, Riven? I think that each season is more less six months to a year? Sort of? Still, zero contact for so long even after ending on amicable terms and wanting to stay friends? And he went off on his own! A text now going, “I’m not dead” would be the bare basics for Musa not to worry herself bald!

BUT then I also read comments about how this was a two-way street, why didn’t Musa call either? That’s unfortunately something that I very much doubt will ever be explained. One of those: did it or didn’t it? Musa could have called and went straight to voicemail with no signs of life from Riven or she might not have called and just expected him to call as if feminism were dead and all initiative must come from the guy (which doesn’t even fit because they parted as friends).

Since we have no info on the above, I put it on both of them. It’s not fair to say, “HE should have called!” or “Why didn’t SHE call?” because we don’t have fricking context. So the only thing we can take is: no contact.

BECAUSE I put the lack of contact on both of them, Musa’s reaction was a little too much, however, Riven shows up all smirks and leaning against a tree with his arms crossed and I would have flashbacks to S1 if it wasn’t for the animation style that made all the guys look like girls. Dude! Not the time for that kind of posture. Not saying that he should be all sheepish and rubbing his arm as if he had done something horrible (again: we don’t have context on the no contact) but a more neutral approach was warranted here. Nobody does themselves any favors with that kind of attitude no matter what how high of a horse they may be (rightly or not) riding on, if anything I would react like Musa solely on that one.

Next episode we have that Riven convinced the guys to follow the girls in some mission and Musa was angry. Again: I would be too. WTH? Yes, yes, they helped and if it wasn’t for them, the Winx would gotten seriously injured but Musa did have a point saying that this demonstrated that they had no trust in them and need their hand held, it was no sanctioned mission like on Earth after all. BUT, Riven does something that I would never expect from in S1-4: he explains, he reasons it, he puts it in all the words that he does trust Musa and co and that he only wanted to show that he’d be there for her (you know? One of the main issues in S6 that made them breakup in the first place? His inability to conciliate Specialist work with supporting his girlfriend and ultimately failing or feeling like failing in both?) and Musa still pouts, crosses her arms, and turns around. Geez. I expected that one from Stella, not Musa. I think the closest Musa has ever come to THIS was back in S2 when Jared explains that Riven was the one to recommend that he interview Musa and yada yada yada and she got mad and stomped off on the poor guy that didn’t even understand what was going on (only to immediately apologize to Jared and recognizing that it wasn’t him that she was mad at… like I said: what character growth?).

Riven then goes to show that he indeed grew when he asked for advice from Sky and Brandon (WTH, right? Can we picture that happening back in S1-3? He very grudgingly would LISTEN to UNSOLICITED advice from Nabu and Helia in S4-6). And does a very, very goofy and embarrassing show of affection. Yeah… again… I can picture Stella loving the light show with her face for IDK how many people to see but not Musa (although can we really blame the guy after the series went out of its way to make Musa all Stella-like? Clothes, attitude, the only thing missing is making Riven carry her shopping bags around and call him “Shnookums” (although the mental image is already enough for me to fall over laughing, just for the face Riven would make). Still, I have to count that one against Riven if only because (as much as the show gives only lip service to it) Musa isn’t Stella.

Riven being mind controlled (again) aside, those two are back together. And on the overall? Riven showed more growth than any other character in the show COMBINED (he is the Zuko of the show), that doesn’t go to say that he didn’t make mistakes since coming back in S8 (but that was more a guy trying to win back a girl than… betraying his friends for a pair of nice legs or… IDEK like in S1 – where, mind control or not the show itself made sure to make it clear that he had free will) or that he is now the one out of Musa’s league. I think that NOW it can actually work… if the show allows him to keep the progress, Musa is the next to see her flaws and work on them (which she showed to be able to do since S2) and put effort in the relationship. The difference between them is that Musa can actually work on herself and the relationship at the same time. That’s not me saying she is better than Riven in any way, everybody has their own pace and their own way to cope, to improve and to self-reflect.

I still root for them.

~*~

PS-IDK why, but I read posts about how Riven changed so much and posts about how all his progress disappeared and he is now back to his S1 attitude and I’m just cofused. Yeah, different of opinions and so on, but such opposite opinions on the subject of a guy whose relationship was focused on three episodes?

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