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smokingtiger · 10 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you have any thoughts about jungkooks outfits for his promotion and his concept photos being very similar or even the same as jimins photos and outfits for face? Like with jungkooks inkigayo performance, his outfit was very similar to jimins outfit for his inkigayo performance. I’ve seen some say he’s trying to tell us/hint at something with jimin (jungkook was the one who picked out the outfits for the photo shoot) but I don’t know what that would be.

I’ve also seen shippers try to say that jungkooks stage for his performance was very similar to the restaurant that the two went to eat at because of all of the flowers and how it’s New York themed. I can agree that it’s New York themed (I’m not sure if it being this theme has anything to do with jikook), but I’m not so sure about the restaurant part. What do you think? I’m not even sure if he was the one who picked the design for the stage, but he could have given his opinion.

Thank you! 💜

In my opinion, I personally don't believe that Jungkook would base his debut solo project around another member or use it as a way to promote future collaborations. I would like to be hopeful and dream of a Jungkook/Jimin subunit or feature on any of their albums (after all jungkook is my bias and jimin is my bias wrecker), whether it be group or solo works, but I won't be quick to 'connect the dots' through a singular project or an Inkigayo stage. One should never prioritize one interpretation of constellations when it comes to a sea of stars. However, I will not deny the similarities between their outfits and concepts, after all, let's take a look at them...

Honest Coincidence or Malicious Matching?

Inkigayo: A nice white tank (sort of for Jimin, his chest is just... out) with a leathery black pant and white jacket combo. Nothing too crazy, it's a pretty simple outfit combination.

Face and Seven concept photos: Open chest blueish-gray blazer with a necklace combo. The suit lapels are different and Jimin's pants are more on the matching side, but both have a pretty similar build. One could argue that their hair is even matching, but the short bang mullet(ish) combo has been a trend among K-idols for the past year and a half now.

Honorable mention: Matching pants and shirt set. Also, the editing on Jungkook's photo will never not be funny.

Whether or not this was intentional by the stylists or the boys themselves, I'm not sure. Logically, I'd like to think that it's not. But I will admit that they're pretty similar -- though, it's not like some of these sets are revolutionary or super-unique-never-been-done-before (although it feels that way when you look at them </3). That's not a dig at Jimin or Jungkook, but at the end of the day, it's really just a blazer combo with some slacks or a white tank and some black leather pants. Both of them look incredible and they really capture the essence of both SEVEN and FACE as a whole.

Also, let me play devil's advocate here for a minute, and by devil's advocate, I mean an overly sensitive (and nonsensical) solo looking for blood: Taehyung wore an open-chest blazer set but nothing was really said given that it was a striking red pigment. If it had been this blue-grey, then one could have made the argument that it was similar as well.

Some solo stans have accused Jungkook of attempting to rip Jimin off or to ride the success of Like Crazy by copying his looks. After sifting through argument after argument, I don't necessarily think Jungkook was ripping FACE's concept off or that he was planning on using similar aesthetics to promote a rumored Jikook collab. But these are two members of BTS that we're talking about... why would either one of them have to rely on another member to gain traction? It just doesn't make any sense. Also, in terms of aesthetic execution of both SEVEN and FACE/Like Crazy, the two are very different. In terms of fashion periods, Jimin emulated the late eighties/early nineties (I mean, Like Crazy was literally synth-pop with an artistic touch from Mapplethorpe), whereas Jungkook stuck to the nineties to the early 2000s in all its reduced-aspect-ratio glory. Of course, there were modern pieces stitched in here and there, but the two had eras that shared similar fashion trends, so it's to be expected that some aspects of each period would overlap.

Also when it comes to certain clothing pieces or matching sets, you can look up 'Kpop idols wearing the same clothes' on YouTube... there are several compilations to behold. I always think about that one tweet format where someone posts two people (usually kpop idols) wearing similar/the same clothes and caption it "This only means one thing in Korea.." and it never gets less funny every time I read it. For those who are reading this and don't know what this means, essentially it's the whole 'they're-wearing-the-same-clothes-so-they-must-be-dating' schtick. But before I wrap this section up, another point that I'd like to make is that Jimin and Jungkook tend to gravitate toward the same styles/brands from time to time. We've seen it many times before, whether it be in behind-the-scenes content or airport fashion runs. They're definitely not twins in the fashion department, but they do tend to share some pieces.

Inkigayo Set or Antoya Date?

Well, it's no secret that Jimin and Jungkook went to Antoya, a Korean-Italian fusion restaurant in NYC. There were several eyewitnesses who saw the pair around the area, so there's no denying that they actually went. You know me, I don't really like candid videos or photos of the BTS members, so I will not be utilizing any of those photos/videos of Jimin and Jungkook. One cannot simply state nor confirm that the two actually went on a date, they could have been grabbing a simple dinner together. Many arguments saying that it was a date draw attention to the romantic atmosphere of the restaurant or the fact that they allegedly rented out the entire place to themselves. The reason why I say allegedly is because someone who was there and claimed that they saw Jikook posted a screenshot of their own reservation at the restaurant that night as proof, so I'm not sure if they had entirely rented it out or if they had rented it out only for a short while. Who knows, who cares, it doesn't really matter in the grander scheme of things, blah blah blah.

Antoya is a restaurant not just for couples, there are tons of reviews online of friend groups heading to the restaurant or of families getting together; it's like what I said about the GCF in Tokyo (lord pray for me) hotel, that yes, on some travel websites, they list the hotel as a 'good place for couples' but on others, it's just a standard hotel. Both possibilities of it being a romantic hot spot for couples or a simple dining experience are equally matched. Also, for anyone who reads my posts and follows me knows that I would never outright declare anything a date or anything more unless I have verbal or written confirmation -- it's just who I am. But BTS tend to frequent Korean restaurants abroad whenever they have overseas schedules. Jungkook ate KBBQ during SEVEN's recording so it wouldn't be odd if he and Jimin booked a spot at a Korean joint in a city. If they did rent it out, that also doesn't confirm that it was 100% a date; they're two huge Korean celebrities going into a Korean restaurant, if they went normally, they could have been recognized by many of the staff members or customers. But that brings me back to SEVEN's Inkigayo set... do I think that the staff would spend thousands if not millions of won on a temporary set to recreate an alleged date location that the singer visited only a few weeks ago with another member? No. Of course not. The buildings could represent the city that Jungkook was traveling through in the music video, the same city he walked in when he bought some flowers and nearly got hit by a car. Details, I guess. And like you said, we're not even sure if he had a hand in selecting what the stage would look like.

For both of these cases, I just feel like these are some people reading waaayyy too into things and drawing conclusions from similar imagery. If Jikookers want to perceive it as a romantic testament of love, I won't stop them, but given the recent events in Jungkook's live, I do implore shippers to be careful on how they go about subjective and objective statements. Ship safely, please do not state things that you don't know are a fact as a fact, that leads to dangerous perceptions that bleed into the nasty Weverse comment section. Be observational and approach each situation from every angle before settling on one viewpoint. Leave room for doubt -- welcome it, even. This will help you remain grounded, and it's okay if you're wrong. People who are so bitter and angry over a ship scare the fuck out of me...

I'll end this ask how I end most asks like this, whether or not Jimin and Jungkook are dating, I don't know, but what I do know is that overanalyzing things and feeding into the dangerous rhetoric of solos can be quite damaging. I think we should be supportive of both of our boys and think rationally. They wouldn't do anything to hurt one another, they've made that abundantly clear. Jungkook would not throw his precious relationship with Jimin away over some CLOTHES.

Also .... Jungkook + Jimin live soon... really hoping for this one.

Again, I always invite those who have opposing views or die-hard jikookers to come into my ask box and share their opinions respectfully, bc this is what this post is, an opinion. I enjoy hearing everyone and what they have to say.

#ask #jimin #jungkook #jikook #kookmin #seven #like crazy

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juriyuna · 2 years

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So you know how in Crimson Resolve, Ryuugasaki caught word that Torayamachi had lost their "Horse", and Yuna and her friends were wondering who leaked the info? My personal theory/headcanon is that the Bat of Monzenbashi was the one who found out.

To start, there's some evidence to suggest that the Bat knows who Hikaru is, and that she'd left Torayamachi:

1. While none of the NPCs are nametagged, the Bat's whole thing is hawking grief seeds off other magical girls, so we could reasonably assume that it's her and some Ryuugasaki mooks chasing Hikaru down at the start of CR. Hikaru had only just left (or rather, been sent out of) Torayamachi at this point.

2. Even most of the other Torayamachi girls had no idea who the "Horse" was-- her identity was a well-kept secret. Yuna speculates that a Ryuugasaki spy may have slipped into their ranks.

Guess who shows up in Ao's first Bad End alongside a couple of "Torayamachi" girls? If the Bat wasn't the spy herself, she's at least got a couple of lackeys keeping tabs for her.

(Funny enough, 蝙蝠 (bat) doubles as a derogatory term for "turncoat". She's living up to her name.)

3. In Ao ep.13, despite having been held captive in Janomiya's base for the past few days (and thus absent from the battle where Hikaru's true identity was revealed), the Bat immediately recognizes her as "Torayamachi's Horse", and knows that Hikaru is so devoted to Yuna that she'd become a witch if Yuna died.

Ranka was the one who relayed "Torayamachi lost their Horse, apparently" to Juri. Ranka used to be the Bat's second-in-command back in Monzenbashi, and the two of them are still on good terms now that they're in Ryuugasaki together. (Or at the very least, the Bat still likes Ranka, even going so far as to protect Ranka in her fight with Ao.) It'd make sense for the Bat to share important info with her.

"But if the Bat works for Juri, why wouldn't she have just told Juri directly instead?" - well, Juri is the one who beat Monzenbashi into submission, and the Bat tells Ao "juri's such a dumb bitch; it's only a matter of time before we can take her down" in Ao ep.3, so I'm gonna say the Bat is... not exactly fond of her, haha. I doubt they interact more than they absolutely have to. Juri gets to receive intel secondhand because fuck this guy in particular.

idk how much of this was intentional and how much is coincidence, but I thought it was an interesting possibility!

#me? overanalyzing a minor detail in an event from 2019?#it's more likely than you think #magia record #kirari hikaru #bat of monzenbashi #spec #hc post #also: the tora girl in the middle with the scruffy hair #is the one who told yuna ''ryuugasaki knows we lost the horse!''#this is either Very Suspicious or just a sprite limitation

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viva-el-belt-libre · 2 years

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Fleet week - Day 5: Shipwreck day

Ok, guys, it has been a long day and I'm doing this on my phone, so this is going to be a quick post. Here is my InuKik break up fic. Good humoured. If you are not Kikyou, that is.

It shall be posted on AO3 tomorrow. Maybe.

(also modern day Kikyou listens to the whole Olivia Rodrigo album on repeat while locked in her room)

@inu-mothership

good 4 u

Oh, there you are. You look good. Understandable. It’s been a while since we’ve last seen each other.

Well, technically it has been, what? Fifty-ish years give or take? Though, let’s be honest, for me and you it wasn’t more than the blink of an eye.

And yet, here you are. One blink later, and you already have another lady by your side. Great. Really, I’m happy for you. Moving on and all that. I shouldn't be so surprised. It was pretty clear I gave way more to our relationship than you did. I was being honest at least, while you were offering me empty promises and then stabbing me in the back. Anyway, I digress. It's good that you've moved on. I wish I could have done the same, but, you know, I’ve been dead while you were out and about getting to know your new girl. Dead. The definition of not moving on. It would be great if I could say I got over everything we had, but it’s not like I’ve had many opportunities to meet new people in the eternal sleep of death.

Not so eternal, I suppose. Since I’m here now. And so are you. What a surprise! I sealed you with the intention you would spend the rest of eternity asleep. But funny how life works out, isn’t it? You are awake even though I sealed you, I’m undead even though you killed me… The world sure is full of surprises.

Anyway, we shouldn’t dwell too much on what is past. It’s good that you managed to move on. Really. This girl seems nice. She looks a lot like me, don’t you think? But I’m sure it’s just a coincidence. You wouldn’t get involved with my freaking reincarnation out of choice, right? I for sure wouldn’t have wanted to be close to anything that even marginally reminded me of you, but I guess that's just me.

Oh well. I wish you all— wait, is that a sword at your hip? You have a sword now? You didn’t have one before. I’m sure it’s powerful. Great. Just… Wonderful. Things really are turning out so good for you, aren’t they? Not for me though, if you ever care to ask.

I’m sure your brand new sword and your brand new girl will bring you so much happiness; while I’m being forcibly being kept in this world by a crazy witch and the power of hatred and resentment.

But truly. Good for you.

#fleet week 2022 #inuyasha mothership #InuYasha #Kikyou #fanfiction #inuyasha fanfic #inukik #break up

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whumphoarder · 4 years

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Hi! Sorry to bother you, but do you know any fics with Professor Tony and Peter as a student, I've been looking everywhere but I can't find any good ones. If not, it's okay. Love your work and thank you.

This B.S. Better Be Worth It by @losingmymindtonight

Originally, Tony's plan had been to just surprise Peter with the fact that he would be on campus for a semester.

He’d never actually expected Peter to sign up for his class.

I Promise You It's Worth It by @theoceanismyinkwell

Peter Parker is a freshman at MIT who’s struggling to find his place until the day he comes out as trans to his professor, Dr. Tony Stark. From there, he finds a fast friend and mentor in the man, who will be there for him through thick and thin–even if that means through pain, angst, joy, sorrow, jokes and tears.

Sickfic Two-In-One by Svn_f1ower

Two sickfic drabbles in one fic!

1st: Peter is Tony Stark's biological baby with a cough.

2nd: Tony Stark is a high school teacher and Peter is in his homeroom when Mr. Stark notices the poor kid looking worn and sick.

#these are the ones I know of!#professor tony stark #college au #irondad #rec list #fic rec #yo kaleb #i just realized right now that your title and Kat's title fit together #and now i'm wondering if that's just a funny coincidence or if it was intentional #Anonymous

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poisonmaximoff · 2 years

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BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 3. A day together

Y/n's POV:

Madison gave me several ideas, and I still struggled to choose a perfect one, when I heard a notification.

"Did you decide where should we go? ;)" Elizabeth's message popped up on the screen.

"no, i'm still trying to pick a perfect option :(" I immediately responded.

"Cute :D You can relax your brain now, I know what I'd love to visit. How about this new water park, that's not far from Disneyland? Only if you can swim, of course. I don't want you to drown ;)"

Water park. Great. With my freaking fear of heights and inability to go further than waist deep into water. "aww you're worried about me ^^ sounds amazing!" I text her back cursing myself for not being able to say no to her.

"I just have nothing to wear to your funeral. Okay, then I'll send you location a little later and I'll be waiting for you there on Saturday at 11 am. See you, Y/n"

"ok, see you too"

Shit. I have two days to convince myself that everything will be fine, so I don't accidentally get a panic attack right there. Oh, and now I need to buy a new bikini too, but that's what I can handle for sure.

Time has flown by almost imperceptibly. It's already 10 am on a Saturday morning, and as usual I'm getting my stuff in a hurry. Thank God I didn't oversleep at least. I gathered all the necessary things in my backpack and put on my new black bikini, which by sheer chance turned out to be quite revealing. I'd love to go straight in it, but unfortunately I have no desire to end up in the police station, so I put on a black t-shirt with regular shorts over it and leave my apartment.

I barely made it there in time. I immediately recognized the familiar woman waving to me while approaching the main gate.

"Hi, Y/n" She said in her usual a bit raspy voice and smiled at me.

"Good morning, Elizabeth. To be honest, your choice is a little unexpected for me, you know" I smiled back at her once again admiring her features. She isn't wearing any makeup now and still looks stunning.

"Well, these are pretty hot days, so water park is a perfect solution, don't you think? And please call me Lizzie, Y/n." She said with a soft expression.

"But that's how everyone calls you!"

"Yes, exactly, that's why you can call me that too"

"It's no fun, I don't wanna be like everyone else. Can I call you El?" I asked with a puppy eyes, having no idea how she'd react to this.

"You're so weird" she said slightly furrowing brows for couple of seconds, but without removing the smile from her face. "Okay, call me whatever you want and let's go."

I was genuinely glad that she didn't mind me calling her El, even though I don't understand why I wanted to be different from the others. What a typical pick me.

Half an hour later we were already lying on our sun loungers, enjoying a wonderful weather. I felt her eyes on me, so I slowly turned my head in her direction. Meeting her green eyes that were staring at me intently, I couldn't help but ask her what's so interesting about me. She chuckled without any embarrassment from being caught. "I'm just hypnotizing you, so that you could finally go with me to the water slides." That was an unbelievably smooth and kind of funny response. And how can I refuse her after that?

"Alright, alright, let's go." I get up from my sun lounger and start to run my eyes over all the slides in the water park, choosing the least dangerous one. I turn around, so I can tell her where we're going and see her eyes instantly go up, obviously being on my ass before that.

"Staring is rude, ma'am." I say with a smirk, although in fact this little detail gives me butterflies in my stomach. Or maybe it was just a coincidence I think, but seeing her cheeks covered in slight blush convinces me of the opposite.

Ignoring my last sentence, she points to a huge winding waterslide. "I want the big one." She says as she watches my expression drastically change from a confident to a shocked one. I stare wide-eyed at it, and then at her. I can't believe she's going to make me do it. Of course I can say that I'm literally terrified, but then she'll definitely think that I'm a coward. We can't have that.

"Are you okay, honey? We can just swim in the pool, if you're afraid." She asked in a fake sweet tone, which made me want to prove her wrong even more.

"I'm not a child, c'mon, let's go."

Elizabeth just smiled and shook her head before following me. As soon as we got to the top of the slide, I immediately regretted not saying to her that I was actually scared. I was afraid to even look down, so as not to accidentally provoke a panic attack. I was literally amazed that El is absolutely calm and she obviously feels comfortable here.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked me noticing my puzzled expression.

I didn't have time to answer, as we heard a young guy's voice, who was going to instruct us. Well, at least we have to go down the water slide together instead of going separately, which I definitely wouldn't able to handle. I sat in front of her, and she sat behind me, carefully placing her feet on my legs.

"Is that okay? It's just more comfortable that way."

"Yes, s-sure" I answered a little haltingly, not entirely certain if it was because of the upcoming descent, or because of the close contact with her body.

"Are you ready, ladies?" We heard a loud voice from a guy behind us.

"YES"

"NO" We shouted at the same time and the guy immediately pushed us, laughing at my crazy screaming.

To say that it was the worst experience of my life would be an understatement. Those miserable thitry seconds seemed like an eternity to me, and when we got to the end of the slide, we just fell at full speed into the pool. I literally couldn't stop screaming so I didn't close my mouth and disgusting pool water filled my mouth.

When I emerged from the water, I found Elizabeth laughing so loudly that people turned to look at us.

"What the hell is so funny about that?" I asked indignantly, spitting out water and trying to catch my breath, not understanding if she's laughing at the way I fell or at my frightened face. Without waiting for an answer, I turn around and start swimming towards the stairs in order to finally get out of the pool.

She immediately follows me trying to turn me around, but I'm moving really fast not wanting to look her in the eyes. "Hey, Y/n, please wait, I didn't mean to offend you in any way, you just had a funny expression on your face. I'm sorry, I won't laugh at you anymore, if it offends you!"

I don't know why this affected me this much. It's like everything she does makes me ten times more emotional than the same things other people do. If Mads laughed at me, I'd just drop it. But Elizabeth...

"I'm sorry, Y/n..." She repeats.

I stop at the stairs, turn around and see the worried look in her eyes. I don't want her to be upset, especially since she sincerely apologized, although she didn't have to do it.

"It's okay, I'm sorry I reacted this way, I don't know what got into me, It's probably adrenaline, I've never been on such waterslides before." I say with my head lowered because of the feeling of embarrassement.

"You could've just said to me, that you're not comfortable doing it. I'd never laugh at you or something like that, it's totally okay to have certain fears and I respect it. I just want us both to have a good time, not just me. So let's go get some ice cream and we should better just sunbathe, okay?" her tone is so gentle that it just melts my heart.

I didn't expect her to treat me like that. This causes me a storm of emotions, which I do my best to ignore. I simply thank her for caring and follow her to the bar.

We spent the rest of the day talking about random things like clothing brands, ice cream flavors, our favorite music and movie genres. Even though we have quite different tastes in many things, I still feel comfortable around her and I notice that she also finds it easy to talk to me.

The day passed almost unnoticed in her company. We interrupted only for snacks and swimming in the pool. The rest of the time we just talked about everything that came to our minds. Interesting thing that even though we discussed a lot of things, we learned almost nothing special about each other. I only found out that Elizabeth loves to cook and adores flowers, her favorite ice cream flavor is a mixture of strawberry and chocolate, and she would also like to adopt a Pomeranian someday. Well, I'm going to get to know her little by little.

After collecting our things and changing from wet bikinis to dry clothes, we headed to the exit. A small feeling of bitterness crept into my heart as we approached the main gate. Knowing damn well that it's the time we should say goodbye to each other, we silently stood there for a couple more minutes. Elizabeth cleared her throat and decided to break the silence first.

"Y/n, I had a truly wonderful time today. I really needed to break out of my routine and hang out with someone new, so thank you for keeping me company."

I smiled at her words. "Thanks to you too for getting me out of my home, I don't hang out with someone that often and I really enjoyed your company too."

I decide to say goodbye right away so as not to reduce our small talk to an awkward silence. "Bye, El. See you at work."

"Get home safely, Y/n, see you later."

With these words, we parted our ways. An hour later, I was sitting in the kitchen at home, eating some takeaway food and thinking about today.

She gives me very conflicting emotions. Sometimes I feel so comfortable with her, as if I've known her all my life, and sometimes she makes me so nervous, as if I have to pass a vital exam. I don't know much about her other than basic things and some interests that we don't even share, but I'm starting to feel some affection to her.

Realizing that I can always possibly end up catching actual feelings for her makes me dive deeper into my thoughts. C'mon, Y/n. The fact that you both watch Marvel doesn't make you soulmates. She's six years older than you. Your social circles are too different. Her family is a part of the beau monde, and there will never be a place for you. And yes, I almost forgot, she is engaged and will soon become the wife of a promising businessman. She deserves this life, she deserves someone to take a good care of her and you're not good enough. You will never be good enough for such woman like her. That's why you have to do everything in your power to save yourself from this destroying feelings.

Elizabeth's POV:

I got home completely immersed in my thoughts. Closing the door behind me, I lean my back against it, tilting my head up a little, and close my eyes.

"Babe, are you home already?" Boyd's voice comes from the bathroom I think. "I was just going to call you, I thought you'd be here when I come back."

I open my eyes in surprise, because he promised me to be at home late in the evening. And he came earlier exactly when I'd prefer to be alone. "Hi, Bo. I didn't expect you to be home this early" I say taking off my shoes and heading to the bathroom.

"I decided to finish earlier today, so I could spend Saturday night with you" he says looking out of the doorway and smiling at me. "Wow, you look a little tanned, have you been to the beach or something?"

"Yes, something like that. Look, I think I spent too much time under the sun, so I don't actually feel really well. I'd better go to my room to rest, if you don't mind. I'm so sorry that I ruined your plans and I promise to make it up to you" I say kissing his cheek and waiting for response.

"Oh. Of course. Can I help you with anything?"

"You know that I'll always call you, if I need your help." I excuse myself and go to my room.

As soon as I closed the door on my side, a huge wave of guilt immediately washes over me. I just lied to the person who put his business on hold just to spend some time with me. Selfish, lying, ungrateful bitch, who doesn't even know what she needs. That's who I currently am.

I lie down on the large bed, covering my face with my hands and my mind drifts to one particular person. How easily she made me laugh simply being herself, how excitedly she talked about her collections of different cards and Funko Pops, how attentively she listened when I talked about gardening, although I knew it wasn't interesting to her at all. She is exactly what her mother told me about her.

I remember how I couldn't contain myself from taking a quick looks at her curves. She caught me red-handed when my gaze lingered on her lower body, even though it wasn't even sexually suggestive. I hope she already forgot about it, I don't want her to think that I have this kind of interest in her.

Although my brain is increasingly replaying different scenarios in my head involving Y/n. It scares me so much, that some day an innocent interest grows into something I don't even want to think about. I can barely handle the overwhelming sensation I constantly feel, because of my inability to take my life into my own hands. No, I have to figure out how to avoid additional mental and physical problems, such as sudden feelings for the girl I don't even know much about.

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen fanfic #elizabeth olsen fanfiction #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #lizzie olsen #marvel fanfiction #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfic #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

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i-need-air · 3 years

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"Dude" — Bakugou Katsuki x Reader.

Summary: Your former bully, Midori, has confessed her undying love for one of the most famous guys at U.A.; you're just venting gossiping about it with Mei, not knowing Bakugou Katsuki is right around the corner, listening;

Warnings: None. Well, Bakugou Katsuki having various anger induced strokes > the normal > no warnings; light crackfic? subtle ending;

Word count: 4.5k;

[ Part 2 ];

"She confessed to him." You grinned, throwing a bunch of fries into your mouth like the absolute animal you were.

Mei on the other hand continued her work on whatever in the world her new prototype, or "baby", was. Still, you had the honor of having half of her attention, which was a compliment to say at least.

She just smiled, shaking her head, leading you to continue, not knowing a blond was quite literally behind the corner, just outside the door leading to the support department, frown on his face.

"She came to class giggling like an idiot saying she's got a plan." You made a face into the distance, remembering your classmate's obnoxious squeal. "Ugh, she started telling the Divas how she's gonna have The Bakugou Katsuki in the bag." An ugly snort left your body, which earned an amused chuckle from Mei.

Both of you were pretty well known to be very good friends, and as much as you hated to admit it, you were both quite the social pariahs too. She was a little bit strange or weird, as some called her, but not for a single second she cared, which was the reason you admired the girl so much in the first place. Meanwhile you've taken the role of the bitch of the whole school by far. Sadly, you were placed in the same class as your archenemy, only increasing your chances of being called said endearing term.

Middle-school was a nightmare to say at least, getting bullied for your looks, the way you spoke or dressed, anything really as long as you were the one being mocked. And who was the one doing the bullying? Midori. Stunning, graceful, baby-faced Midori. Petite yet elegant, a devil in disguise. Whoever crossed her path suffered her malice unless she had something to gain from them.

And now, sweet Midori was in the U.A.'s General Studies, coinciding with you in the majority but not all classes. It had to do with the tragedy that your quirk was so rare that the principal Nezu had to adjust a new schedule just for you. Just kidding, it was amazing. The actual tragedy was seeing her face every day.

Back to your heartbreaking backstory and origin; time made you tough, comments made you build a wall so tall and thick nobody could crumble it. Backstab after backstab made you learn that not everyone has good intentions, but in your loneliness you found Hatsume Mei. So honest and dedicated, so raw and passionate. A good person. The type of person your parents promised you'd someway cross paths with and gain such a strong friendship that nothing could tear it apart.

Becoming friends with her was easy, kinda. It took snapping back at Midori when she started her normal bullying routine on Mei, which ignored it without a care. You stepped in and the rest is history. It did feel good though, calling her a pathetic bitch before turning to the stranger with a cool gadget in her hands to compliment it. And, since she's a sucker for her babies, you had to deal with an hour of sparkly eyes and monologues about her plans and prototypes.

Funny girl, Mei. You remember thinking but the following day you passed by her usual spot to fill your curiosity, asking if she did solve the problem she was complaining about.

"He was the one she was planning to ask out?" She screamed at you, head inside a giant metal gauntlet and the reason you two started talking about said man in particular. News were extra-fresh anyway.

"Oh, yeah!" You shook your head, ashamed to exist in the same general proximity as a person like your former bully. "He's gonna be so rich and famous!" A high pitched squeal left your mouth as you tried to copy her voice. "Poor fucking guy, if only he knew."

"But people know she's a bitch!" She screamed again, repairing or adjusting something with almost all of her body inside the gauntlet. A smile, genuine and soft this time, formed on your face. The pink-haired girl wasn't one to talk bad about others or even care, but it was clear she wasn't particularly fond with Midori either, although the conversation was more for you to vent rather than gossip. Sure it was.

"Like the people from the Hero Department even care about us, the commoners." With a roll of the eyes, you followed. "If he's smart, he'll run away. If he's an asshole, he could use her too."

"What do you mean?" Pink flocks of hair suddently submerged from the gadget, eyes curious zooming on you. That probably got more than 50% of her attention and it was a new personal goal while she was at the workshop.

With shrugged shoulders, your answer came nonchalant. "He could date her and dump her like she's nothing. Would serve her right for all the shit she's talking about him." But the only response you got was a short quizzical look, followed by your exagerated sigh. "She's talking shit about him constantly, but then says he's hot and that his personality doesn't matter anyway. Money, fame, looks. She has a whole fucking life-plan! Then calls him a rabid dog!"

"Woah—" that surprised her.

"Woah indeed! Insane. It's insane. I don't know the guy but no one deserves that shit." When you got no response, you continued your speech, munching in the food with passionate hunger, words coming out almost indistinguishable. "Doubt he'd play her though. He looks like a smart guy. I've seen the Sports Festival—" you picked up your burger, giving it heart eyes. "—and I've seen the news. He's probably a good guy too, the issue is people don't see that and... Well, I understand what's it to be judged... Not many have what it takes to be a real hero but he does. Hope he finds happiness in life." Much talk for someone that doesn't know shit about the guy in particular, but even so faint, your gut instinct was trained well enough to spot malice and he lacked that. "And a therapist." And there's the little shit in you that had to drop a cheeky comment.

Mei's gaze turned downwards and even if you could see her brain do mental gymnastics to solve whatever problem she had in front of her super-eyes, she also contemplated your words with great care.

"He comes here from time to time—" she grins, smacking the grenade looking gauntlet with her weird utensil. "I noticed you two are similar." Your face twisted, eyes wide towards the girl.

Similar how? He was loud, bold with a foul mouth, definitely needed a therapist for those unresolved anger issues... But he was also bright as in whenever he went, people looked in his direction, like he shined; obviously strong, also from what you've heard smart, popular, lucky to be surrounded by kind people. Example being that very nice pink girl that had a joyous conversation with you the very first day of school and, much to your surprise, continued greeting and having sweet small talks with you every single time you saw each other. Or the blond haired guy that showed off a little bit too much and made dumb flirty comments with no bad intentions, the same blond that waved at you with enthusiasm when you'd cross paths. There was the red-head, Kirishima, that was an absolute gentleman, opening doors for you even if you had two functioning hands and smiled so bright it made your corneas burn, or also the dark haired guy, Sero, that you've seen helping literally anyone in need around the school campus with an easy going attitude and gentle grins. Bakugou Katsuki was surrounded by good people, good heroes just as amazing as him and if they liked him, he must've definitely had some good in him, right? Another point appeared in your mental presentation about the brash hero in the making was that he was way too attractive but the wise burried deep inside of you made that particular point dissappear. No need to think about that. Overall you weren't even remotely similar. Not even close. Two completely different human beings from two completely different worlds that would never collide. With that being said, there was the small chance that Mei hinted for you to get a therapist too, who knows.

"How even—"

"I mean!" She screwed something in place. "I mean in your— determination?"

"I wouldn't know that." You muttered.

"He screams I'm gonna be the best every time he's here—"

"Cute..." You vomit that endearment without thinking, but thankfully it got ignored.

"—and it always reminds me of you." A small chuckle left your mouth.

"Don't make fun of me."

"You say it too~"

"I just heal, Mei, it's not the same." Principal Nezu's speech, the speech he gave your parents months into the first year as they found themselves aware of your power made you hold your words. You had it in you. The potential. If incredible people like your teachers, like Shuzenji Chiyo or Principal Nezu twisted things around for your quirk, for how rare and powerful it is, you'd accept it.

"But you're gonna be the best healer ever, aren't you?" She taunted.

"Of course. Which reminds me—!"

"Hmm?" Her attention faded away slightly, but it wasn't a problem.

She cheered, both at you and at her finished masterpiece and proceeded to eat too, passing through the lunch hour without interruption.

"Recovery Girl is putting me on active duty at the infirmary from now on. Finally!"

Innocent pale purple eyes stared into deep crimson ones, furrowed brows covering them.

—

Bakugou Katsuki wasn't one to enjoy being annoyed or surprised and this extra managed to make him feel both things in a short notice.

Everyone around him froze in fear or wonder, awaiting his response without breathing or moving an inch. Meanwhile Whoever-she-was held a pink envelope in front of him, a perfume too sweet coming from it making him want to literally gag in the spot.

Another thing the boy did not appreciate was to have someone bullshit him. His senses were telling him to back off, alarms ringing in his head and those purple eyes held hidden intentions; he wasn't having any of it.

"Fuck off." He snapped, yet his stance was casual as he refused to move out of her way since she was the one that had the audacity to run into him.

Some gasps, even coming from his so-called idiotic friends, could be heard and an indignant Bakubro behind him as he got slapped in the shoulder but he did not care. Not until her lips started to tremble as she retreated her confession letter towards her chest dramatically. His eyebrow started to twitch at the sight.

It was a spectacle for anyone surrounding him.

"What's going on?" Shushes and whispers.

"Bakugou Katsuki just got a confession!" Gossip.

"What!? Who?!" Confusion.

"You said Bakugou Katsuki?!" Shock.

"Oh, she's pretty!" Awe.

"He told her to Fuck off! What an asshole!" Outrage.

"Is that Midori?" Surprise.

"The nerve—" Anger.

"Midori from—" Disbelief.

"Oh, my God, she's really doing it~!" Giggles.

He frowned deeper. If people were to talk about him, they should be talking about all the crap he's been doing and all the lives he saved, not because of a fake bimbo decided to cross his path.

Bakugou wasn't stupid either. With time he knew these things would eventually come in his direction, stuff he'd have to deal with in the future as fame would take over, but not now. He did not have time to entertain this show anyway.

There was only one destination in his mind and she was keeping him in the middle of the whole school cafeteria with prying eyes on them both.

"Bakugou, do something, she's about to cry!" Dunce Face harshly whispered, but turned towards the white haired girl that looked devastated in front of them. "Ignore him! Ask me out, I would never make you cry!"

He rolled his eyes so back in his head it almost hurt. With a need to hurl the food he just ate, he made a step to leave the scene but small hands with claw-like fingernails gripped his arm and he looked at her in utter disgust.

"No, I would never! He—" she sniffled but had no tears in her eyes. He gave her a scowl, trying to take his arm out of her grip but she scratched him in place with her tiny rat hands. "You're the one I love! I—" her bangs covered her face as she continued her show.

"Bakugou! Dude! Do something!" Shitty Hair said, his dumb and blind trust in people buying the act. A vein almost popped on Bakugou's forehead.

"I fucking said—" he pulled his arm so hard she fell on her knees by his side. "Fuck. Off."

Another set of gasps filled the room.

"Bakugou!"

One thing he did not want, even if he could tell it was a foul theater, was to hurt somebody. His asshole act ended at that but his pride stopped him from saying anything.

Glancing to see if she's hurt, Pink Idiot was by her side, helping her up and asking way too many fucking questions.

"No, I'm fine..." she said with such a meek voice he scoffed, also hearing all the shit everyone around him was talking.

"He's such a brute."

"What a mean guy—"

"She's crying!"

"Fucking asshole."

He gritted his teeth.

After the disaster with the League of Villains in the first year, people started to respect him for who he was yet one single, minuscule shit like this and they were all at his jugular.

"I took Bakugou-san by surprise." She excused his behavior to Ashido, which then suggested they should eat lunch together sometimes to make up for the trouble after apologizing in his behalf.

"Yeah, we'd love to have you around! Isn't that right, Bakugou?" The apologetic and almost pleading voice of his blond friend, if he ever was going to call him that anymore, just made him bare his teeth. If they wanted to get played like fools it was their problem, not his.

And that's how he found himself eavesdropping on the weirdo and an extra.

And with a single "Whatever." he left the cafeteria, going to check if his gauntlets were ready, annoyance oozing off him, making the sea of people part from his path. Except he didn't notice you rushing away a little bit in front of him, holding a bag of food, all amused.

Why the fuck was everyone talking about him? Can't they fucking keep his pretty name outta their mouths? With time and without finding a reason why the hell he was glued in place, he listened attentively, his suspicions confirmed and his ego hurt, but whoever was talking about him calmed his nerves a lot. He just needed to put a face to that voice. Just to see who's gossiping about him, nothing else.

—

With a full belly and a whole afternoon to study by Recovery Girl's side, you marched towards the infirmary after you bid your farewell to Mei. There was still time to walk around, grab something sweet for later and save any poor soul that Midori decided to sink her teeth in. It was common at this point, you getting in between her and her victims and taking the hit, yet somehow also being called a bitch by everyone. That's how high-school worked. She did have friends and they spread any word she spat. Vultures.

It was fine though. Hero [Y/N] is there to save the day no matter what. You scoffed at your own stupidity, turning the corner just to step on a leg that was sprawled on the floor.

He clicked his tongue, getting up with no worry in the world, but made no action to leave, settling for observing and analyzing you way too intensely.

"Watch where the fuck you're going, idiot." The man of the hour, the guy you've defended in front of your friend just screamed at you as he dusted off the imprint of your shoe left on his pants. Meanwhile you just paled in place before regaining your composture.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" You said, tilting your head with a frown, already knowing you will not apologize.

Unimpressed by what was going on, even if you truly couldn't point out what really was going on, you made an attempt to move past him towards the vending machines not far behind, but he caught your arm in a firm grip.

You blinked stupidly at the skin contact.

"Heard you were talkin' shit."

Your stomach dropped. Legs almost gave up too if it weren't for his iron grip holding you still. In the silence and at the satisfaction of the reaction you let out, he smirked and raised his chin, only Mei's singing voice coming from her workshop could be heard. Realization hit you. Hit you? Bitchslapped you in the face and left a mark for sure, because your cheeks started feeling heated, tingly.

He dragged you away, maybe to have the privacy to murder you in peace, but your common sense kicked in and you came back from the land of the mortified.

Much like he did before, action you saw with your two own eyes and repeated, you pulled out of his strong grip and stared as he turned towards you, mouth already opened to probably eat you alive.

"I wasn't talking shit about you, dude." You quickly spoke first.

"You don't fucking know me." He growled back, taking a step towards you but like hell you'd back down.

"Don't need to be besties to say what I said." Without understanding why he was so agitated, the only thing left to do after this beautiful turn of events was to defend the honor remaining in you, so you raised your chin to be at par with him. The action clearly took him by surprise, making him glare more, if even possible.

"I don't fucking appreciate when extras talk about me behind my back!"

"I don't give a shit what you appreciate, dude." Your laugh was the complete opposite of his menacing loud voice, like ying and yang.

"Bakugou, the name's fucking Bakugou, you extra!" Bakugou recovered quickly at your snappy self, getting more bothered as you talked.

"Okay, dude." His hands fisted, shaking in place as he stared you down but did not continue.

Silence; the hallway was now filled with silence as he boiled in his own anger and as you raised your brows in confusion. Now what? Was it time to leave? You've never met anyone like him, this was peculiar—

"NOW IT'S WHEN YOU FUCKING TELL ME YOUR SHITTY NAME, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!"

A second passes; two; at the third you're wheezing your lungs out, laughing at the ridiculousness of the scenario.

"What the fuck are you LAUGHING AT?!" His voice got louder just to top your howling. You did not expect that.

Through a sigh, regaining your breath, you say "It's [L/N] [Y/N].", seeing him retreat in his form and cross his arms. He was still seizing you up.

"If you have shit to say to me, say it to my fucking face, understood?"

"I—... Say what now?"

"I—." He copied in a mock, getting an incredulous look from you. "You stupid or what?" Your upper lip lifted, ready to cuss him to infinity and beyond but he continued. "Like about that bitch from before and shit—" even if he still was loud, he placed his hands in his pockets and looked more interested in the way the tiles on the wall were placed instead of your person. "An' like you told the weirdo—"

No time to be shocked at the implied; his last word enraged you, making your body shake with rage. "Don't fucking dare to call her a weirdo ever again."

Like a challenge, he snapped his face back at you, ready to take it.

"Or what?"

"Listen here, fucker—" now that was a nice surprised face he was pulling. "Just because I gave you a pat on the back in there doesn't mean you can disrespect people just because you think you're the shit. You're not. Now get out of my fucking way." With a final push to his shoulder, your mind was focused on going to the infirmary, steam almost coming out of your nostrils.

"Hey, extra!"

Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him. went through your mind, marching away without a glance back. Not until—

"[L/N]! You're a healer, hah?" That's interesting. He stood where you left him, watching.

"What's it to you?"

Someone sane would've left at your tone but this guy walked towards you then showed you his arms, recently scratched. Images came back to you about the cafeteria incident but did not underst—... did he want to get healed?

You scoffed.

"They're scratches, dude."

"They annoy me. Now heal." All the energy you had left in your body was channeled towards the slow blink you threw at him, at which he scoffed. But they did look nasty— and Midori did them. It was a curse by itself to look down at your own arms and remember that face, so the guardian angel in you decided to take control and be the better person.

Gentle fingers barely tapped his muscular arm. Smile crept up on your lips, feeling absolutely delighted at his obvious stiffness at the skin contact and the clear interest in his eyes, specially when the scratches started disappearing into nothing, leaving smooth silk skin under.

"Hey— Wha— Where the fuck do you think you're going?!" raspy voice got lost in the distance and one thought in your head.

"Want a lollipop for being a good patient too?" You mock and his face explodes in all shapes of red. It would've been great to mock him more, enthralled by his reactions, but with that you turned and left, ignoring the tingling under your fingers that should not be there and your stomping heart.

Did he wait all the lunchbreak to talk to you?

—

A long queue was ahead of you, earning the longest sigh out of your lungs. Life was pain sometimes. Mei couldn't hang out, food was too far away, the delicious croissants Lunch Rush made ran out as far as you could see. Pain. Just pure pain.

And disappointment. When you walked away with your food in a bag, maybe to sit under a tree and enjoy some peace and quiet, you saw her. Midori sitting at a table you did not expect. At the same table where Ashido Mina, Denki Kaminari, Kirishima Eijirou and Hanta Sero sat at. Good people. Honest, good people about to get bitten by a snake. If she was there, then Bakugou decided—

"You. Sit."

Thinking about the boy somehow summoned him behind you. Food in hand and bored expression on his face, he passed you not without giving you a stink eye. Indeed, disappointment.

You shrugged, trying not to pay much attention to the pang in your heart as you moved forward, but a voice— his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"You. Get the fuck out of my face." His growl made everyone around him turn to watch, you being one of them. There was no excuse to what came next, no way to run away past it and dissappear. He nodded his head at you out of all people and pointed at the seat still occupied by Midori; her purple eyes big, shocked, running between your frame and the blond's.

Do you know what it felt to be put in the spotlight without warning? Well, congratulations because that was your life now.

"Ba—Bakugou-san?" Her voice, now highed up and meek followed, then a small scream as Bakugou slammed his food on the table. His friends sat there, wide-eyed, but made no attempt to interrupt.

"Did I fucking stutter, bitch? Or want me to turn into a rabid dog for fucking real?"

You choked on your own spit, bag of goodies about to drop on the floor once you saw her horrified face. She knew that he knew. And when her pale eyes, filled with sudden malice, act dropped, turned to you it's when you realized she figured out where he found out from.

Not like you cared, really, but the little shit that always had to poke out every time she was in the same room as you decided to finally show up, making you wave and send her a wink.

"I said MOVE!" now— that growl, raspy and filled with anger startled her. The orange juice in her hands spilled all over her uniform and woke her up from whatever delusion she was in. With zero time to reconsider, every belonging of hers was picked up with trembling hands and she ran away to her group of cockroaches.

A smile was already settled on your face; your brain was storing that whole interaction deep within, ready to bring it back up whenever you needed a good laugh.

Life was pain and disappointment, you say? No. Life was great. Or more importantly, Bakugou was. Not like he needed to know. But he was a decent guy as he proved—

"THE FUCK YOU STANDING THERE LIKE A DUMBASS?! I SAID SIT!" —to be a pain in the fucking ass and the bane of your existence.

You gave him a face then turned to walk away, even rushing more when you heard his chair screeching on the floor. The exit was so close, so near, freedom never felt this great, the sunlight kissing your skin giving you a new hope to live. But not for long because he grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards his table.

Your hand was in his hand and he was dragging you—

Your hand— his big, warm, a little bit sweaty hand—

How could you ruin such a beautiful moment? Eyes on you two, shocked, silence, his adorable red ears being the only thing you could see as he was completely in front of you, still dragging you towards his friends...

"Did you wait all lunchbreak yesterday to talk to me?" You collided into him as you finished the sentence, his way taller form stiffened so much you felt you single-handedly broke Bakugou Katsuki for good.

But when he turned... Oh, when he turned. Biggest deer-caught-in-the-headlights eyes you've ever seen on anyone, cheeks painted so red you almost melted in the spot, lips trembling as his head worked a thousand miles per second just to find a retort. And you prepared yourself for—

"NO, I FUCKING DIDN'T! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU FUCKING EXTRA? I'D NEVER WAIT FOR SOMEONE LIKE YO— ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!" Mina's waving hand caught your attention and smiled at her. Your hand was still in his, gripped harshly as he still hasn't noticed it's still there.

"Hey! [L/N], long time no see!" She cheered, ignoring the living shit out of her screaming friend, like she's used to it.

"FUCKING LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU—"

"Hey, chill, dude. Now let go of my hand, I wanna talk to Ashido." You smiled sweetly, making extra effort to wave your linked hands arond until he finally noticed. He zapped his hand away so fast, like he's been bitten by a wild animal. Maybe even a rabid dog, if you will.

You couldn't ignore your own flustered state as you walked past him, giving him a one up, adding the absolute scandalized face he had into the back of your mind for safekeeping.

"Come sit with us!" The pinkette offered.

"Oh, hey, I know you! You're by Hatsume's workshop all the time!" Kirishima intervened with a surprised face that broke into a grin. "Nice to officially meet—"

"I fucking said." he appeared, sitting in front of you. "My name's Bakugou."

"Ok, dude, but I'm talking to someon—"

"BAKUGOU KATSUKI!" Could be heard from the stratosphere.

Note: I just realized Midori means Green [ fucking duh ] but I'm not gonna change the name or her description. I think her parents fucking up her name was the start of many accidents leading into the Midori we all know and hate. Also, I know you understand. We all know a Midori in our lives. Much love.

Note 2: I keep editing it but tumblr dot com slash Install App on Phone fucks my editing and switches paragraphs all around! If you find any PLEASE tell me, I'd really appreciate it!!!

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha #noire writes #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #i just wanted to make myself uwu #reader is op

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yumeka36 · 3 years

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Fruits Basket (2019)

*Artwork credited to みるき on pixiv*

Just watched the last episode of the new Fruits Basket anime. Wow, what an emotional ride! I'm someone who watched the original 26-episode anime from the early 2000s but never continued the story through the manga (I considered buying the manga volumes but never followed through with it...I'm just more into anime than manga). It's so great to finally know the complete story behind one of my favorite anime. I wanted to share my thoughts here, as someone who knew nothing about what happens from where the original 2001 anime left off (spoiler warning from here on)...

- Kureno and Rin were the two zodiac members who never appeared in the original anime. It was nice to finally see them and I think they were both good characters.

- The four student council members that Yuki interacts with were also new to me. I can't say I liked them much overall as they (mostly) seemed to be comic relief and I didn't think they were that funny or interesting. I also found myself wondering why we got these new characters when the show already has such a large ensemble - a lot of their filler screentime could have gone to developing the more "forgotten" zodiac members, like Ritsu (seriously, why was Ritsu totally shafted?) But the relationship between Machi and Yuki was cute at least.

-The background music for the series was really nice, though the opening and ending songs didn't really grab me. But then again, the opening song from the original anime, "For Fruits Basket" by Ritsuko Okazaki, is such a beautiful song - one of my favorite anime tunes and very hard to outshine!

- I adored the relationship between Arisa and Kureno, probably more than any other relationship in the show! I couldn't get enough of those early episodes where they first met...but then I was sad when it seemed like they would never be able to get together. Glad that wasn't the case in the end!

- I'm still not clear on what Shigure's motivations were throughout the series. Even in the original anime, although he seemed jovial and fatherly, I could tell he had some ulterior motives. But even in this new series, I'm still not sure what his intentions were. According to the Fruits Basket wiki, he also wanted to break the curse, but his methods didn’t click with me...and he did some pretty despicable things in the past. But did he genuinely care about Tohru and the others or was he just using them for some less than pure purpose? Obviously it’s revealed that he’s always been in love with Akito, but often it seemed like he did more sadistic things to her than trying to help her. I dunno, I just couldn't quite figure Shigure out.

- The backstory with Kyo first encountering Tohru and coincidently forming a bond with Kyoko felt slightly contrived, but it was still nice to see their interactions. The fact that Kyo will forever wonder whether Kyoko actually said that she’d never forgive him is frustrating though. I know Tohru somewhat convinced him that she’d never say that, and the audience obviously knows she didn’t, but I feel like Kyo might still have doubts.

- There were a lot of episodes that got me right in the feels, but the backstory episode about the origin of the zodiac animals’ bonds with “god” was amazing! It was such an emotional shock to finally know where that bond came from and why it was so strong, and then to subsequently see each Sohma break their bond one by one. Such a memorable episode and definitely one of my favorites.

- I tried, but it was really hard for me to feel much sympathy for Akito. I know she had her own personal hell she was living in, but her cruelty towards the others was pretty unbearable. Even though she felt bad about it in the end and was willing to turn over a new leaf, she should have gotten some kind of punishment for what she did. It’s not like she was just a bully - she has many accounts of literal attempted murder and assault behind her. Just saying “sorry” and feeling bad shouldn’t be enough to atone for that in my opinion. I know the Sohmas probably avoid interacting with law enforcement out of fear that their secret will be found out, but they could still punish Akito on their own accord. I know the show heavily advocates forgiveness, but still, accountability when it matters is important too.

- Since I only ever watched the original anime, I never knew who Tohru ended up with. Even though the original series ended strongly on her relationship with Kyo, I still thought Yuki had a chance. I didn’t really have a preference, but now that I’ve seen the new series, I think Kyo makes more sense. His character development from anger-filled delinquent to a caring and confident young man was fantastic and definitely one of the highlights of the series. Though the huge time skip in the final episode’s epilogue was a bit...too far into the future, lol. I would have preferred seeing each of the Sohmas say goodbye to Tohru instead, since they kept talking about it throughout the episode but then we never see them sending her off.

Overall, it was an emotional but rewarding experience to finally know the complete story behind an anime that’s been among my favorites for almost 20 years. I was satisfied with how the original anime ended, but I still longed to know the complete story. Even though the emotional moments and character monologues did sometimes drag on a bit, and the comedic scenes didn’t always hit their mark for me, Fruits Basket’s good points more than outweigh its bad points in my opinion. What it lacks in some aspects it makes up for in excellent drama and compelling character arcs. I’m many years late, but I’m glad I didn’t miss out on knowing the full story!

#anime #fruits basket

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hacked-by-jake · 2 years

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👋🏻🥸 Hello

I'm just sitting here looking at your blog and I noticed something..🕵🏻

The 𝖂𝖍𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑? title... is it written in that particular font style for a reason? 🧐

Im asking because I recognized it's written in Fraktur which i believe is a German font style. Is it just a really cool coincidence? or is it because of Duskwood and how it's in Germany etc?... 🤔

I'm sorry if this makes NO sense 😭 and if it's really weird. If you do answer my strange ask I thank you in advance!!

If not.. I apologize in advance for this and I was actually really just asking for a friend.. 🥸👉🏻 🙋(Le friend)

See you round.

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Hey, you lovely Anon! 😌

First of all, I love your message, I love it, it looks really cool, and I’m kind of happy that you’re thinking about this. And also that you wrote all this. :D

Well, you’re right, it’s actually a German font, I think in German it’s "Altdeutsche Schrift" (Old German font)

But until your message, I had no idea that it was a German font. But then I looked, and I realized that it really is. xD

Well, I’d like to give you an answer right now where I can tell you one of your reasons for my choice, but the real answer is boring, it’s just a funny coincidence. Because I like the font, I like the style. Kind of Gangsta style xD

But it fits. A German font for a German game Fanpage. (Can we just pretend that I did this on purpose?)

Uhm, so yes, I have chosen the font completely on purpose because Duskwood comes from Germany, I come from Germany and because it is a German font. I liked this connection very much and therefore I chose it... 😅

Wow, that would have been a cool answer, but apparently I’m rather simple there. It looks good? I’ll take it! It’s mysterious and wears a mask? I’ll take it! xD

But congratulations: If it was actually my intention, then you would have received an award for "the best detective in the world" from me.

And because we pretend it’s actually what you say, you get this award from me! Congratulations! You really deserve it. Or your friend? Both of you.🏅🏆

Thank you and your friend very much for this message, it has improved my day! It was really fun!🤭 I hope you two are doing good, and that everything is okay!💕

Please take care of yourself and stay healthy! I wish you both a wonderful day/evening/night! Lots of love and hugs to you!💚🌹🎭

#cute anon <3 #hbj answers #personal #about me #anon ask #<3<3<3<3<3<3

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years

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Evidence // Spencer Reid x Reader

HEY guess who's back. I'm SO SO SO sorry for the delay. I've been having the most SERIOUS case of writers block and I'm finally pulling myself out of it YAYYYY. So here ya go.

Not a request, but I couldn't resist this prompt!

Summary - Spencer and Reader get locked in the evidence room.

Prompt - “What on earth happened in here?"

Word count - 2.9k

Spencer and I often stayed after together to finish up work. We didn't like to have to wake up so early to make touch ups. So here we were, sitting on the floor in the back of the evidence room. We were sat behind tall filing cabinets, a dim lamp lit beside us.

We were working a case in Arizona involving 3 girls. It was running relatively smooth, the problem was that the police station that we were placed at was in the middle of nowhere. And that was proven by the signal warning on my phone.

*unable to send message.*

Good thing it wasn't anything important.

There were multiple pages sprawled out in front of us, we looked between them all.

"I don't think we will have to stay too long after today." I commented. "It looks like we are working pretty fast this time around."

"I guess we're getting the hang of this " Spencer laughed, writing something down.

*click*

I craned my neck around the cabinets, wondering if someone was coming in the door. Seeing no one, I turned back to him, shrugging my shoulders.

We continued for another hour (and 28 minutes by Spencer's count). I stacked the papers together, shutting them in a folder and tucking it under my arm. I stood from my previous position, stretching my back.

"That's enough sitting on a concrete floor for me." I complained, hunching over and dragging myself to the door. This earned a laugh from Spencer. I reached for the knob, eager to get to the hotel and sleep.

But the knob only jiggled.

And jiggled.

And didn't budge.

"Uh. I think, I think the door is locked." I whispered, turning to Spencer slowly.

"No way." He stated, lightly pushing me out of the way. I listened as he jiggled it, desperately trying to turn the door knob. His head was placed against the glass, hands framing his eyes while he looked out the small doors window. "The lights are all off out there. I think they are on night patrol."

"Well this is thrilling." I laughed, slumping onto the floor. I pulled my phone from my pocket, holding it in the air and attempting to call Emily. The call started, my excitement being crushed by a warning on my phone.

*Your call cannot go through at the moment, we are unable to find a signal.*

Well fine then.

"Do you know how to pick a lock?" He asked.

"If there was anyone that knows how to pick a lock, I thought it would be you."

"Why?" His posture looked stiff and offended.

"You know everything." I deadpanned offering a dumb look. He rolled his eyes at this and sat down across from me. "Do you think we'll die in here?" I asked nonchalantly. Spencer squinted his eyes at me.

"Well statistically, no." And that's all he said.

"Is that all you got?"

"I'm too tired to ramble." He groaned. His head was leaned back on a cabinet. "But I will say that on average night patrols and at around 3:30 to 4 am. So we have quite a few hours to kill." The clock on the wall read 11:17. Yeah, we had some time to kill.

"Alright, we aren't just gonna sit here. We are gonna play games, I can't stand to sit in silence." Spencer sat up slightly, flashing me a confused look.

"Like what?"

"We are going to start with would you rather. I'll start." My head started sorting through all of the would you rather questions I had been asked that I loved and found the perfect one for this genius.

"Would you rather lose the ability to read or the ability to speak." I watched as he opened his mouth to answer then closed it, thinking again. I thought this would be a pretty obvious answer for him.

"I think I would lose the ability to speak. I could do nearly everything the same. I would just have to write my findings down." He sat in thought for a moment. "Would you rather have unlimited international first class tickets or never have to pay for food at restaurants?" I was thoroughly surprised by the question.

"That's a good one! I definitely want to travel, but I do eat a lot... First class tickets. I want to see ancient ruins, can't walk to them." I laughed. We played this game for around 10 more minutes before getting extremely bored of it.

"Alright enough of this." I groaned, coming up with a new idea. "We are gonna play two truths and a lie. Pretty straight forward, I'll start and you try to guess which one is a lie." Spencer nodded and waited. "I broke my leg while falling from a tree when I was 9, I've had a crush on someone on the team, and I once ate nerds candy for a whole week when I was 7 and had to get my stomache pumped." The last one had his eyebrows furrowing. I remained still and emotionless so he couldn't read me as well.

"I completely believe that you ate candy for a week and had to get medical attention as a result." He pointed out oh so graciously. "And you're a total klutz too, so it wouldn't surprise me if you broke your leg. Plus I think I'd know if you ever liked someone on the team. Final answer you've never had a crush on anyone on the team." He looked so smug in the moment, this just got me more pumped to wipe that smile from his face.

"Nope." As expected, his face immediately fell.

"Who did you like!" Spencer's arms were flailing in exasperation.

"I don't have to tell you that." I chuckled. "Now you go." My foot kicked his lightly, egging him on. He gave a glare and moved on reluctantly.

"I'm afraid of the dark, the only reason I drink coffee is because I had a crush on a girl who liked it, and I drank 11 cups of coffee one day and was up for 39 hours straight."

"You definitely drink coffee because you like it and not because of a girl, lie." There was no question about it, that would be a dumb reason to drink something.

"Actually that is why I drink coffee."

Huh?

"The lie is that I was up for 39 hours straight, I was only up for 35."

"Christ Spence!" I shook my head in disapproval. "Tell me about the girl." I could see his cheeks flush in the slightest. ~~Silently wishing that I could make him feel like that~~

"Her name was Josephine and she lived on my street. She and I would play chess together in the park whenever I wasn't studying, and she would bring a cup of coffee every day. Eventually, in my own way to impress her, I started bringing coffee too. And she liked that, but of course we drifted apart because of how fast my life was moving. It's unfortunate." He was staring down at his hands now. "You and her are very similar. I think that's why we've gotten so... close." That comment got me very curious.

"How were we alike? If you don't mind me asking."

"She was kind and funny, never let anyone down. And she was intelligent. Not only in personality either, you have the same color hair and eyes. I bet you guys would have gotten along really well." I could see him making his thinking face, I assume he was looking into past memories.

"That's so sweet." I kicked his foot with a smile, bringing him back to reality. "So, last round until we are playing the dreaded truth or dare ooooOooOooOooo." Spencer laughed and rolled his eyes. "I use to have a cat named Piglet because of how obsessed with Winnie the Pooh I was, my first boyfriends name was Spencer, and I play guitar."

"There is absolutely no way your first boyfriends name was Spencer, it's the 828th most popular name. That would be nearly impossible or a crazy coincidence." His hand gestured were out of this world at this point, completely flabbergasted that I would even try to tell him such a *lie*.

"Wrong again pretty boy, that's true. His name was Spencer Allen Sallow. The only reason I remember his middle name is because I remember his initials being 'SAS'. Are you ready for truth or dare?"

"I guess." He mocked annoyance and threw his head back.

"Ok, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"If you could make one wish, right this second, what would it be?" He stared at me intently for a moment, as if he was looking for the answer in me. He then lightly shook his head, it was so small, but hard to miss considering we were practically having a staring contest.

"I would wish for the door to be unlocked so I could sleep at the hotel." His head nodded.

"Boring, I choose dare." I was now sitting much closer to him, waiting for whatever that beautiful brain could come up with. Spencer looked to the papers on the floor and then back at me, an evil smirk forming on his lips.

"Do a snow angel in our paperwork." My shoulders slumped.

"What if I rip something!" I wouldn't usually whine like this but *geez* I did not want to redo all this.

"Just be careful then." I looked at him with a pleading look. "Oh so you're *boring*." That's what got me.

"**Fine!**" I slowly lowered myself onto the papers, flattening out and looking up to Spencer, he was hovering over me slightly in a criss-crossed position with that evil smirk. His hands gestured me on.

I laid my arms and legs and and moved them, hearing the paper scrape against the floor and giggling. I had to admit, it was fun. And if having fun with Spencer meant I had to redo a few papers.

Then so be it.

I sat up after Spencer told me I'm done through fits of laughter, holding his stomache and nearly toppled flat on the floor. I looked around happily to see most papers were only crinkled, not ripped. I'll just have to flatten them out tomorrow.

"Okay asshat, truth or dare." He tapped his chin, looking daring for once.

"Dare." Perfect.

"Serenade me." I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched his face fall.

"With just my voice?"

"Oh no no, I have an instrument, the bag I carry with us on cases is like a never ending bag." I reached into the giant bag and pulled out a ukelele case, but not an *ordinary* uke case, a *mini* uke case. "Can you play ukelele?" I pulled it from the case, handing it over to him.

"No, but I may be able to pick it up."

"So you will actually serenade me!?" I got my hands ready to clap.

"Sure, why not." I clapped infinitely fast, watching him pluck at the strings a bit and lean back into the cabinets. Then he started on a beat, one that I recognized.

"Put your head on my shoulder, hold me in your arms, baby. Squeeze me oh so tight. Show me that you love me too." I listened to him through the whole song, knowing full well that as soon as he was strumming that ukelele I was already done for.

"How did I do?" He strummed the last chord and look up at me with a smile.

Oh how I wanted to tell him that he serenaded me to the sun and back.

"That was amazing! You learned that om the spot?"

"Yeah, like piano. It's basically just math and note remembrance." He shrugged, setting it back in my case. "Truth or dare."

"Truth."

"What's the first thing on your bucket list and your biggest secret?"

"You can't ask two questions, that's cheating!" I laughed.

"You technically never specified that so, answer."

This little shit.

"Fine. The first thing on my bucket list has been the same since I was an 8th grader, which is to fall in love. And I know that's cliche but I'm sticking to it." I didn't want to tell him my biggest secret. Truth be told I had a pretty normal life, so my biggest secret was my attraction to him. After telling my mom about it she told me workplace romances were dangerous and wrong, so I tried so hard to get over it. But it's not going away, it's doing anything but that.

"Come on y/n, I'm not going to judge you for your secret."

Yeah uh huh, sure.

"It's embarrassing, and I would prefer not to tell you in a locked room so I can immediately escape after I tell you. So can I just tell you when the door gets unlocked?"

"It can't be that bad."

"It is."

"Please Y/n!"

"I like you!" His mouth shut quickly, tilting his head like a confused puppy. Now that I had given out my biggest secret, I felt a little... powerful. I crossed my arms firmly over my chest, maintaining eye contact, my heart pounding out of my chest. He wanted the truth and he got it, I hope he's happy to be stuck with me in this room for another hour and a half.

"Really?" Was all he could say.

"No. I just said that I could have awkward tension swirling around the room for the next hour, I love doing that." I replied in the most monotone voice I could muster. A very faint smile was appearing on Spencer's face, making me a little nervous. He quirked one eyebrow.

"Are you sure it's not sexual tension?"

What?

My eyebrows raised at the question. Was he... flirting with me? I didn't know he knew how to do that, let alone so *well*. He began speaking again.

"Truth or dare?"

"It's my turn to ask you."

"Truth. Or. Dare." Who knew Mr. Sweatervest could seem so intimidating.

"Dare."

"I dare you to act on your biggest secret." Is this some weird way to make me kiss him, because it's working. If we aren't on the same page, this is about to get Mega embarrassing, but I don't think this could get any weirder. I crawled forward, placing myself on his lap and staring into his eyes. I've never seen him smile so big.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Actually no, this is awful you should really stop." He deadpanned, lightly placing his hands on my hips.

"One, since when do you use sarcasm. And two, I hate you." I giggled, pulling his face to mine. One of his hands fled to my cheek, rubbing his thumb across it. He pressed further into the kiss, all while pulling me impossibly closer.

Is this real?

I pulled one hand away from his face, putting it on the skin of my thigh and pinching myself.

"Ouch shit!"

And apperantly I don't know my own strength.

"Are you okay?" Spencer's face was a wave of concern, scanning over my face quickly to make sure he didn't do something wrong.

"Yeah I was just, pinching myself to make sure this was real." I lifted my hand to his shoulder, resting it there.

"Why? Is this like a lot of your dreams?" He winking obviously at me as I slapped his chest.

"Please stop." I whined, pulling myself off of his lap. "I'm very tired and we still have an hour left, are you up for a cat nap?" I pulled a blanket from my bag. "We can use this as a pillow, it's already pretty hot in here."

"Definitely." I made it into a pillow, giving him enough room. He slung his arm around me, burying his head in the crook of my neck. "Thank you for telling me. And for the record, I wouldn't want to be locked in a room with anyone else." And with many papers scattered messily around us, we fell asleep.

I shot up, hearing voices I knew all too well.

"What the hell is happening, since when it pretty boy a playboy."

"Finally! Now y/n can stop silently pining and telling me about it."

"I knew those two had chemistry."

I blinked slowly, trying to release the sleep from my eyes. Spencer's sleepy arm was still wrapped around my waist, unmoving. Once my eyes adjusted I was met with the staring eyes of Derek, Garcia and Emily. Then there was Hotch, just entering the room.

“What on earth happened in here?"

"We got locked in here and played some innocent party games." I explained gesturing to the messy papers. "Spencer dared me to make a snow angel in our files." I smiled sheepishly. Spencer was now stirring awake, sitting up and looking at our teammates. Derek held out his hand for a fist bump and Spencer highfived it weakly.

"Told you you would rope her in." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes at the comment and stood up.

"Let's finish up this case. We've only had 1 hour of sleep and I want this day to be over with already. Save the comments for when I'm asleep on the jet." And with that we were off.

But let's not ignore that Spencer and I's hands were clasped beneath every table we sat at that day, it's not to be ignored.

And I won't be forgetting that day any time soon.

#mgg #criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine

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the-aro-ace-arrow-ace · 3 years

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Okay so!!! This is not ENTIRELY about his name and more abt general numerology and astrology surrounding the number 5 but. The fact that the symbolism behind the number 5 matches up with Five and his character a little too perfectly makes me scream!!!

For example, 5 is the number signifying mainly "change". In fact, it is known as the master of adapting to change. Five always brings change into the other's lives, and he adapts remarkably well. 5 can also stand for love and abundance, something we know Five values. 5 can also represent versatility and rebellion! People associated with 5 also tend to make hasty decisions, and need to learn discipline: kinda similar to how teen Five's impatience cost him everything.

The number 5's planetary equivalent is also Mercury, the planet symbolizing dual nature and mixed temperament. It is also the smallest planet in the solar system, and said to be the evergreen planet that will forever remain young-- much like Five's own age dilemma. But despite it's "young" appearance, Mercury is said to grant intelligence and reason to the people born under it. It can also make people deceptive and cunning, however. It is a planet of extremes. Mercury also has one-sided hostility with the moon, something which I for one find funny akskdkd. It is the planet of intelligence, logic, awareness, communication, and ideas.

I also have thoughts abt the numerological implications of his age! Like, Five's body is 13, and 13 is considered by many an unlucky number, and Five is... Quite unlucky. In tarots, 13 refers to the death card, something that follows Five wherever he goes, but also shows how his old self was reborn into a stronger, more pragmatic and cold person than his younger self. And the coperos religion consider 13 to be the God number, the number that will save humanity. And Five tries to do exactly that!

In Chinese numerology, the numbers 1 and 3 have dual meanings. 1 can symbolise a winner-- or it can symbolise loneliness. 3 can symbolise life-- or it can symbolise separation. I think these meanings are,,, apt for Five. He wins by reviving his siblings, but he's a lonely sufferer in the process. He tries to save his sibling's life, but he has become estranged from them and often is absent from their lives.

But hey! He's not really 13, he's actually 58, right? Well,,,, 58 is often said to a number that "builds the future". It is said 58 is hard working, protective, pragmatic, practical and focused. But it can also have a playful, adventurous side! That sounds on par for Five.

But 58 isn't exactly all luck either. Again, it has double meanings in Chinese numerology. Separately, 5 can represent "the self" or the concept of "not". 8 is a very lucky number, symbolizing "prosperity" or "joy". However, when 58 is together, there can be two interpretations-- "the self prospers"... Or "No prosperity". It's quite a contradictory number!! Also, 5+8= 13, showing that Five's real and apparent age reflect each other! The foundation number of 58 is also 4, which is the number for death in Chinese numerology, but the number for focus in Western numerology.

And also not to make everything about planets but!!

In the Solar System, the 5th planet from the Sun is Jupiter! Jupiter in mythology is the ruler of the gods. Jupiter is said to be the mentor and teacher for the other gods, aiding them in battles, similar to how Five guides his siblings. Jupiter also symbolises luck and expansion!

However, in the Babylonian system of classical planets (which matches up with the other siblings too, now that I think abt it) the fifth planet is Saturn. Saturn is Jupiter's father! Five also resembles his own father the most. Saturn is also considered to be the "evil" to Jupiter's "good", showing the duality of Five's natures. Plus, Saturn is the titan of time! Saturn represents equal punishment for one's actions (and we know Five is still trying to atone for his mistake in his childhood and probably always will), as well as wisdom, ambition, hardships and fatalism, aka, all things associated with Five.

Sorry for the info dump aksldldl. It's just!! I'm left to wonder if all this is intentional or just an absolutely perfect coincidence!!!!

H U H

#no but seriously anon dm me i wanna talk #this is really interesting #ask #tua #the umbrella academy

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langdxn · 4 years

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Ohh hell yeah Evan,how would his lovely characters react to pregnancy and yeah considering Tate, it's a nice,Satan didn't possess me and made me give birth Antichrist kinda pregnancy (tho excluding Jimmy and Kit,every single Evan character would raise the Antichrist or Lillth either way,I mean Tate,James and Kai?Like hell is that kid gonna be normal,but they will be charming as hell and very capable of achieving whatever their little hearts wanted, I'm such a proud mom over here)

Ooooft my breeding kink senses are tingling…

Tate, under perfectly normal circumstances, is the apprehensive father-to-be. He’s overjoyed that you’re starting a family together and it’s something he’s always wanted with you, but he’s predominantly concerned he’ll be a terrible dad. “We’ll be okay, right?” He whispers as you’re cuddled up on the couch, his fingers tracing lazy circles into your blossoming bump and a warm smile sweeping across his face as he slowly realises his worrying won’t help you through the pregnancy. He shakes his head and dispels all his fears in exchange for prioritising your future together. “This little lady’s gonna be spoilt rotten. All the makeup she wants, all the extortionate shopping trips... but her boyfriends better look out if they ever come back here. I’m gonna be that dad that no kid wants to mess with.” From here on in, Tate is the most attentive expectant dad, refusing to let you lift a finger through your entire pregnancy and fiercely protects you from the rest of the house’s occupants. Nobody comes between Tate and his baby mama. Nobody.

Kit… well, we’ve seen Kit as a father a few times now but there’s nothing he could love more than you wanting to start a family with him, bringing a little Kit into the world. “You’re seriously pregnant?!” He half-squeals as you break the news, scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around. “We’re having a baby?!” He’s bouncing off the ceiling for weeks on end, to the point he’s already decorating the spare room into a nursery in your first trimester. You sneak in behind him, gazing at him intently as he paints quaint little rainbows around the room. For those few stolen moments, your heart bursts watching your man working so hard to make everything perfect. Once he clocks your presence, Kit spins around to show you his hair matted in baby blue paint, splodges littering his face. You chuckle softly and Kit’s eyebrow quirks, collecting a brush full of paint and splats more on his face. “This is funny to you, babe?” Another giggle under your breath earns you a flick of his wrist so the paint fires onto you. “Let’s see who’s laughing now!” Let’s just say that room never gets properly painted.

Jimmy has waited SO LONG for you to come home from the doctor confirming your pregnancy. After all, you’ve both been trying to get pregnant for months, stealing any chance you could between shows and rehearsals to fuck in your tent. Jimmy’s pride and elation that you two created something so tiny, so perfect, makes your pregnancy the happiest nine months you could have asked for. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he coos as he cups your tummy in both palms. Jimmy adores making love to you while you’re pregnant, caressing your bump as he rocks his hips into you ever so softly. Suddenly, doubt hits him. “What if... what if our little girl comes out with hands like mine?” His worries soon float away as you remind him that his daughter will no doubt be a beautiful freak just like her daddy, and he’ll certainly teach her how to handle anybody that criticises that.

James is the ultimate perfect father, so he’s been planning for your pregnancy ever since you first met. His first step is gathering the Cortez residents in the Blue Parrot lounge to let everybody know about your growing family. “I would like to announce that the Lady of the Cortez and I are expecting a child this fall, with any luck our beautiful heir shall arrive on Devil’s Night itself!” Amidst the excited applause, James cinches you in by the waist and whispers beneath the hubbub. “Would you do me the honour of becoming my wife? Of course, the timing of my offer is mere coincidence with regards to your pregnancy, I was intending to request your hand tonight regardless.” His hand wanders with purpose toward the plane of your stomach, still flat between your hipbones but not for much longer. “So... would you allow me to make an honest woman of you, the future Mrs March?” Those nine wonderful months fly by so fast and so happily, you’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

Kai doesn’t believe in pulling out (I’m making that canon right here), so your messiah babies turn up a little earlier than you anticipated but the truth is Kai’s been ready to become a dad for a long time. Family means more to him than he’ll care to admit, but that’s before you tread tentatively into the bedroom with that positive pregnancy test hiding behind your back. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” He guesses almost too easily, a proud grin tapering the corner of his lips as he gestures you to sit beside him. “You’re already glowing, princess.” He pretends to be the relaxed father-to-be at first, trying his hardest to stay strong and composed for you both, but that all falls away when you notice him not-so-quietly slipping into bed beside you at 4am, utterly exhausted and out of breath. What’s he been doing? “I ordered cribs for the twins and I couldn’t wait to put them together.” Once his secret’s out, he can’t keep his hands off you. Snaking his arms around your tummy while you’re fixing yourself another craving snack, protectively holding onto your bump whenever you’re in public, fucking you up against any wall or surface — Kai absolutely cannot resist you when you’re so heavy with his babies.

#tate langdon x reader #kit walker x reader #jimmy darling x reader #james march x reader #kai anderson x reader #evan peters fanfiction

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jisunwithtaeandkookie · 5 years

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"JEON JUNGKOOK, I SWEAR TO GOD!!"

"Aah, stop screaming!" Jungkook shouted out, one of his hands on his ear facing me, and the other on his arm which I had hit for the thousandth time. "And stop hitting me!!"

"I can't believe that you did this to me, Jungkook!!" I fumed with anger...or was it despair? I looked at the person in front of me, my so-called best friend, aka the biggest liar in the whole world. He had lied to me about everything...he knew everything. He knew why I had left the airport without talking to him, he knew that those rumors were not true, heck, he even was the one who planned Tae and Jimin's night stay at my place. Yes, planned. Not a coincidence, a conspiracy.

"Hey it's not my fault that you couldn't trust your best-ow!!" He was cut short as another punch hit him square in his chest, and he screamed. "Aah, break my bones, will you?"

"I don't think that's even possible-" Another voice came, and I turned towards him. "You!! Just. Drive!!" I hissed. "Okay," was his short and quick reply before he smiled nervously and shrunk back on his seat.

"Hehe." I heard Jungkook giggle, and I turned to him, my right eye twitching. "Funny, is it?"

"Uhh, I..." He trailed off, looking around the van. "Yeah..?" I said, narrowing my eyes, and his eyes went wide as he put his hands in front of him as a shield reflexively. "Aaah.......Y/N..I just wanted to talk, I swear!!"

"Kookie..." I said gently. Looking down, I took a deep breath and looked back up at him. "If you want to talk to someone, you call, or text, or visit." I smiled brightly, before dropping it off completely.

"...YOU DON'T KIDNAP AND GIVE THEM A FREAKIN' CARDIAC ARREST!!" Another series of punches. He started screaming again. "Aah, Y/N-ah, Y/N-ah, aah, I'm sorry!!" He curled up in a ball to avoid my punches, which didn't work. "Yaaa, Y/N-ah, I'm your best friend, stop!!"

"Let that poor boy go, isn't that enough for today?" The great driver turned back again, and I turned towards him. "Says the one who was supposed to stop him from doing stuff like this but instead is driving the van, wow," I said, clapping sarcastically. "Some big brother you are."

"He is not big." Jungkook said, sitting upright in his seat, smiling. We both looked at him with narrowed eyes, and he gulped, going back to his curled position.

"Y/N...give him a few punches from me."

"Yep." I heard Jungkook whisper before he put his head between his legs to protect himself from yet another series of punches I threw at him.

"Y/N-ah, Y/N-AHHHH!!" He kept screaming as the van drove silently in the cold night. "Yaa, enough, stop!! Aah, ow, aaah, eommaaa!!!"

By the time the van stopped at my door, I had updated him on everything that had happened last Friday night and the following morning. He kept listening quietly, looking intently at me and nodding in between. After I finished, he looked out the window of the stopped van. "First of all, I had known for a long while what decision you were going to take, and why. And...I am proud of you."

"Thanks." I smiled, visibly relaxed. I also had known that he knew, all that I had hoped for was his approval.

He looked back at me. "And second, I think Jimin hyung is right."

"...about laying low?"

"No, I was gonna say something else, but that works too." He said, nodding. "Lay low, at least until we convince Tae hyung to talk to you."

"He's not okay, is he?" I frowned. Jungkook shook his head. "Why?" I asked, hoping to find some answers to my long hanging doubts. Was he really over me, or was it all just a facade? I had to know if my hunch was right or not. Instead of answering right away, Jungkook looked at Jimin, and they both shared troubled glances. After a moment, he looked back at me with a conflicted look on his face. "I don't know...might be possible, yeah."

"Okay." I was not sure if I was right or not, but this time too, I felt like something was going on between them...something I couldn't comprehend. "I'm gonna go then." I said, turning towards the van door. "Y/N-ah?" Jungkook called, and I turned around. "Yeah?"

He smiled, and then pulled me in for a hug. "I'm sorry for lying."

I chuckled, and put my arms around him. "Why are you apologising, silly? It's always okay, as long as you stay by my side."

"Aww." I heard Jimin pouting, and I turned towards him with narrowed eyes. He smiled sheepishly, causing me to roll my eyes. "Goodnight, you two." I said, getting out of the van, advancing towards my house.

"Y/N-ah?" He called again, and I turned around, rolling my eyes. "Yes, Kook?"

"Hang in there."

I smiled, brightly this time, and nodded.

"Bye, Y/N." Jimin said, and drove off into the night, leaving me alone at the footsteps of my house. I turned back to go towards my door, smiling to myself, and then I froze, looking at my door for the first time since the rumor had started.

"Why do you think Tae is not okay?" Jimin asked Jungkook after a long moment of silence, once they were far away from my house. Jungkook looked at Jimin sadly. "Last night...." He trailed off. The silence seemed to stretch on long.

"Yeah..?" Jimin asked again.

Jungkook gulped, looking out the window. "....he was crying all night long."

Jimin sighed, closing his eyes. "We need to get them to talk."

"Yeah...but if he's in that condition, we need to give him some time until he comes around himself."

"How much time?" Jimin asked, a sad look in his eyes.

"Hmm...how about we give it a week?" I said, looking at what was written on my door in bold black letters.

Stay away.

[Tuesday]

I was closing up the shop when my phone rang.

"Hello? Am I talking to Y/N Y/L/N?" A female voice, which sounded very professional, asked from the other end of the line. "Yes this is her." I said, struggling with the door as I held the phone up to my ear.

"Hi, I am calling from the local news channel. We were wondering if you had some time to drop by one of these days and have a little chat?"

"About what, exactly?"

"Just the regular stuff, you know," She laughed. "About yourself, your job, your dreams, your friends...perhaps?"

I clenched my teeth. "No thank you." I cut off the phone and turned my attention towards the door, mumbling to myself.

"Excuse me!" I looked up at the voice to see a girl in front of me. "I'm sorry, we're closed for the day." I said, smiling apologetically.

"Oh, that's okay, I just wanted to talk to you." She looked at me, sharply, and then smiled sweetly. "I wanted to drop by earlier, but it slipped my mind."

I had a feeling I knew what was coming, but I tried to deny it anyway. "It's okay, you can just come tomorrow-" I started but she cut me off. "Don't think you're going to get famous by leeching off of them, got it?" She glared at me, her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Yunah!!" Before I could say anything, a guy came running towards us, presumably addressing the girl. "Where did you run off to so fast, I thought you dumped me or something." His eyes fell on me, and he stopped. "Whoa, you're Y/N, right?? You're a freaking legend, man...can I get a selfie?" The girl looked back at him with widened eyes. "You wanna get dumped for real??"

The guy looked nervously between me, and the girl. "No...but..this is a once-in-a-lifetime opp-"

"Don't call me." The girl hissed, and walked past me, casting a last glance at me. "I'll deal with you later, slut."

"Wait...Yunah! YUNAH!!!" The guy ran after her, leaving me alone with yet another experience to return home with.

Stay away from them, was what it said on my door now.

[Wednesday]

"Ahh, what the...can you look where you're going, Y/N??" He said, rubbing his chin after it had collided with my head. "Same to you, Yoongi." I smiled sweetly. "Actually, back at you, Yoongi."

"Yeah, sorry." He said, jogging at his place. "Okay, bye."

"In a hurry, are we?" I said, a smirk coming on my face. "Going after a girl?"

He looked at me with an unfathomable expression on his face, and then it was replaced by his cold, unbothered glare. "Yeah, that, or....saving you from the cameras around us."

"Cameras?" I looked around. "I don't see any cameras."

"You're not supposed to see them now, are you?" He said, and I sighed. He was right.

"Bye now." He said more urgently this time, looking behind me. "Uhh, Yoongi, just one second, can you tell Tae that I wanted to talk, it's important-" I was cut off as he shoved me backwards, running off ahead without saying a word. "Yoongi!!" I called after him, but then stopped as he had vanished from sight.

Was he trying to avoid me, or was he being true? Either way...one thing was for sure, I was drifting apart from them, if I hadn't already, and the process was destructive...both for me, and for them.

My phone rang at the exact moment, and I picked it up. "Hi, have I reached Y/N?" A Male voice asked me. "Yes...?" I said, trailing off...waiting.

"I wanted to meet up and ask a few questions regarding-" Yep. That was all I needed to hear to cut the call off.

[Thursday]

"Hi, is this Y/N-" A male voice asked, but before he could advance any further, I cut him off. "Nope." I said, and hung up. Let me breathe, I'm already in a supermarket. Full of people.

"Uhm..can you please move a little bit please?" I turned around to look at a girl looking at me. "You're in my way."

"Oh sorry." I smiled apologetically, and she frowned. "Oh, okay, I know you. Makes sense why you're hogging it." She said, looking pointedly behind me. "Huh?" I turned back, and blinked twice. Behind me was a cardboard cut-out of Jungkook.

"Leave at least something for us." She said from behind me, and I closed my eyes.

Stay away from them bitch, said the 'inscription' on my door now.

[Friday]

"I said I'm not interested in any kind of interviews, meetings, questionnaires, whatever, now leave me alone!!" I slammed the door in the guy's face, and sighed. At this time of night? Seriously?

I came to my room, and flopped down on my bed. Burying my face in the pillow, I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. One tear fell down my cheek silently and dropped on the pillow. I punched the pillow hard, cursing, and then turned around, holding my head in my hands as another tear threatened to fall.

Ring ring. I sighed before picking up my phone, fuming.

"Hi, is this Y/N-"

"NO, THIS IS NOT, OKAY?? JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, JUST--WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME???" I screamed into the phone, letting all the frustration out of me.

"Whoa, relax." The girl sounded startled, but gentle. "At least check the number first." Fuming, I did...and it said Hoseok...I was confused.

"Uh...this is Hoseok's phone...who is this?" I asked. You know this voice, my mind said to me, and I told it to shut up, because I recognised this voice, but no way in hell was I talking to her.

"That doesn't matter right now." I could feel her smile in her voice, and the way she talked to me, was so gentle, so friendly, that I wanted to break down right there and then. I had needed that kind of voice for a long time now. "How are you holding up?"

"Barely." I laughed, an emotionless laugh.

"Y/N...perseverance, okay?" She said slowly. "I know it's not easy, but...please whatever you do...don't quit."

I smiled for an unknown reason. Something about her voice....I knew who it was, I just didn't want to believe it. "I promise." Hesitating for a moment, I finally dared, and blurted out the words that were itching at my throat. "Thanks for talking, by the way. I'll let you get back to your work now."

She laughed merrily. Yes, it was her. I was right. And she knew I knew. "Glad. Hope we can meet sometime." She hung up, and I sat up, staring at my phone silently for a long while...feeling slightly motivated to fight, to persevere.

After all, there were still three days left in the week I had promised myself.

Can You Keep A Secret? Pt.19

Part 18//Part 19//Part 20

For other parts and the MASTERLIST, please refer to the link in my bio. Thank you so much for reading! Let me know what new questions this update raised in your mind, and ask me anytime!! Or...if you have anything to say, you can let me know by DMing me and let's chat. Everyone is welcome here, and I'm always waiting for your beautiful words!!! Stay updated, and happy reading!!!

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Summary: Your close friend, Taehyung, shares a secret with you, a big secret: You have had a crush on Jimin for the past 6 years. But what he doesn't know is that you have done something bigger than that, something that could destroy many people's lives in seconds. That's a secret for you to keep. But something even bigger is floating in the air: what you have done could destroy BTS's friendship forever...but that's a secret even you don't know yourself.

Pairing: Reader × Jimin/Taehyung ft. Other Members

Genre: Angst

Tag(s): @slut-for-fandoms

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