#and you can't stand to see yourself in others because you haven't. actually done much healing lol

[bioethicists]

'recovering' or 'healing' by starting to hate your former self + shame or mock others for being the way you used to be isn't actually very healing. you can acknowledge + be grateful that you have changed without transferring all your self hatred/shame onto others.

#i see so many ppl like omg i was so cringe with my b/w depression blog + my angsty posts + attention seeking #like no you were just. sad. that's how you were sad then. it's not how you are sad now. #you should have empathy for ppl like that but you don't because you still hate yourself #and you can't stand to see yourself in others because you haven't. actually done much healing lol

[literaila]

one in the morning

gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary:

"satoru. where did you get these kids?"

warnings: slight angst, awkward child rearing, a bit of arguing, and pining (of course), slightly ooc gojo

a/n: because i am a sucker for little megumi

*

year zero. year one.

it's not that you're not expecting the call. except that you're not. 

like not even a little bit. an asteroid coming down and destroying only you and your apartment building is slightly more likely than satoru gojo calling you in the middle of the night, like he hasn't done in the last six months. 

the last year, really.

a year ago you would've known who it was immediately and probably would've cursed satoru out for calling you at three in the morning to see if you wanted to go get ice cream with him (and then you would've gotten up and put on your shoes to find him outside of your room, already grinning). 

but now you have to check the caller id. 

you blink around in the dark--struggling through the dregs of dream you're still waking through--and sigh. 

unfortunately, you've never had quite enough willpower to ignore this phone call. shoko has called you an idiot many times--too many times, actually--telling you that satoru's attention-seeking habits are not your responsibility. not that she's had to say that in a while, though... and it's not like you're going to sneak out in the middle of the night with him anymore--you can't sneak out. you have your own house. there’s no yaga to look down on you disapprovingly here. 

and he hasn't called you in six months. you haven't even heard about him beyond some irritated remarks from yaga, and shoko's knowing glances when you try to nonchalantly bring him up.

and still. 

it takes you a moment to pick up the phone, your thumb hitting the answer button before your mind can stop you. 

"satoru?" you whisper, listening to the breathing on the other end. 

there's some muffled moving around, and then a breath, and then someone in the background speaking, and then-- 

"i need your help." his voice is quiet like he doesn't want anyone to hear what he's saying. 

what time is it? have you ever heard satoru say those words before? 

your first thought is that he's on another mission. that there's a cursed spirit and he needs some assistance. but when has satoru gojo asked anyone for help with a cursed spirit? when has he ever needed it? suguru was typically there to keep him from-- 

you pause, sitting up in bed. this might be a nightmare, but usually, you're more accustomed to them. "where are you?" you ask him, speaking in the same soft voice. 

you expect him to name off some city, some house, some country that you couldn't possibly get to. you expect him to crack a joke, say something to you about being lost without him, or laugh at how serious your voice sounds. but he only murmurs, "at your door." 

like it isn't a completely crazy thing to say. how does he even know where you live? 

"it's one in the morning," you say, frowning. some small part of you wants him to actually be there, expecting a knock to come from the void of your hallway. and the other, much bigger part, thank you, wants him to be joking. 

"i know," he sighs, and the receiver is muffled again, and then, "can you open it?" 

"what's going on?" 

"please," he repeats. there's no joke to this. this is not satoru asking you if you want to go get donuts at six in the morning, or milkshakes at midnight. "i'll explain. i just need your help." 

you bite back some remark about how he hasn't needed your help for the past year. about how he hasn't called, hasn't texted, and hasn't even asked about you since-- 

but you stand up, trying to untangle a knot in your hair. you hang up on him without answering. your heart gets a bit of satisfaction from that. 

and go to your door, giving yourself two seconds to prepare for the real-life satoru in front of your face. blue-everything eyes, you think, wall white hair, and a stupid smile. 

but when you open it, your eyes drift to his (sort of) like they're already sure of where exactly he might be, it isn't just him. 

there's a little boy--as tall as satoru's waist, with dark hair and furrowed brows to match--standing in front of another little girl--the same dark hair, but blank face--glaring up at satoru like he's kidnapped both of them. 

your eyes widen as you realize that he probably has. 

"this is basically every kid's dream," he's telling this boy, his playful voice like they’ve known each other for years. "i got you candy and i'm letting you stay up late. why aren't you normal?" 

"why aren't you?" this boy retorts, and his voice is hard. unreasonably sarcastic for such a small person. it might make you giggle, the obvious tension between the two of them, if you weren't so worried about these kids' poor parents, freaking out at their disappearance. 

the little girl is the first to notice you there, and she waves, her face much softer, much more exhausted than the boys in front of her. but she doesn't look frightened; not concerned with wherever this strange man has taken the two of them. 

and satoru looks up at the motion, his mouth turning as he looks at you. 

the little boy frowns, but his eyes settle. there's a brief moment where he watches you and you think that he's about to start begging for your help, but then it's gone. and his eyes trail back to satoru, still angry. 

you blink, swallowing at the three of them. this is not ice cream.

"satoru," you get out, eventually. "where did you get these kids?" 

*

"okay," you set a glass of water on the coffee table, trying to put on a normal smile. your hands are shaking, so you tuck them under your sleeves. "i'm sorry i don't have a lot of extra blankets, but if you get cold i'll go look through some boxes and see what i can find." 

it's been ten minutes with them inside your apartment, and you already feel like you're doing something wrong. satoru, obviously, just briefly introduced the two of them to you, before you grabbed his arm and dragged him--along with the kids that trailed behind--into your apartment. 

you'd hissed at him about how it was cold, and one in the morning, and they needed to be asleep. he only smiled and asked how you were. 

so now they're cuddled up on your couch, with your only spare blanket, both of them with dreary eyes. you're trying not to look too closely--to check if they've been crying, or if they're harmed in any sort of way.

the little boy--megumi--nods and tsumiki smiles at you. 

how four little eyes can look so appreciative, you're not sure.

satoru is leaning against the wall behind you, watching you move around these children like it's normal, and you have to bite your tongue to keep from screaming at him.

"is there anything else you need?" you ask them, trying to be softer than you are. you should’ve taken that babysitting job when you were twelve; you’re completely out of your depth here.

megumi shakes his head. 

"no, we're good," tsumiki says. 

and you seriously want to get them to a hospital. where did they come from? why does satoru have them? is he insane? are they insane? have you just dreamt this all up?

"okay, satoru and i are just going to go talk in the kitchen for a bit. come get me if you need anything." and you smile again, taking a couple of hesitant steps as they both look away from you to the show that tsumiki put on when you handed her the remote. 

at least they're not outside anymore.

you drag satoru into the kitchen, thinking about knocking the wind right out of him. he's always been particularly punchable, but right now he's even more so. 

and he's smiling adoringly at you. 

“satoru," you grind out, trying to keep your voice down. he leans against your countertop, crossing his legs. 

and he hums inquisitively. “you know, i don’t think megumi likes me very much.” 

“satoru.” 

“not sure…" he scratches his head, white hair falling over his sunglasses. "i mean he’s kind of a weird kid but still. i took them to the store to pick out anything they wanted and neither of them got anything. even when i showed them the different cakes they had in the bakery. there were matcha rolls today, too. do you think they’re robots or something?” 

“satoru. where did you get those children?” your voice is a step away from furious. 

why is he here right now? why does he just barge into your life at unprecedented moments, acting like nothing has changed between the two of you? 

acting like you haven't missed the sound of his voice or the way he speaks with his hands, or how he's standing right next to you, warmth radiating off of him like a toxin. 

“is that important right now?” he asks. “we’re talking about their spending habits.” 

“i’m talking about you. tell me that you didn’t steal them from the park and that i’m not obligated to report you.” 

“are you serious?" he shakes his head at you, his voice still teasing, calm as ever. "you think i’d just take some random kids home with me?” 

“i don’t know!" you tell him, finally breaking--your voice is raised, and you almost don't notice. "i don’t even know how you got here, or where you’ve been in the past six months, or whose children those are because they are certainly not yours.” 

he pouts. “you don’t think they look like me?” 

“you’re too pale.” 

“that’s rude, you—“ 

“whose kids are they? now, satoru.” 

you hope your face looks intimidating, but honestly, your demand is more like a suggestion when it comes to satoru. he can listen or he can leave. 

you don't know which one you want more. 

there’s a beat of silence where he rubs his foot on the ground, messing up your tiled floors probably. and then he sighs, relenting. “…toji zenin’s.”

he could’ve said anything else and you wouldn’t even care. oh, he found those kids abandoned in a warehouse on a mission? cool. oh, he found some long-lost cousins? great. if it were anything else, you would've waved him off and told him that he needed to get them new clothes, or something. 

but this? 

“what?!” 

“shh. you’re the one who said they need to sleep," he tries to look around the corner of your hallway, even though you both know he doesn't need to.

you’re gawking at him, but, really, can it be helped?

“toji zenin?!”

“well technically fushiguro according to the records i dug up. but zenin nonetheless...” 

“you stole his kids?!” 

“i didn’t steal—“ 

“he tries to kill you so you kill him instead and take his children hostage?!” 

this would be a wonderful moment to wake up.

satoru waves this statement off, frowning. “you’re really brushing over the ‘tried to kill me’ part. what? you don’t care about me?” 

“why do you have them, satoru? what are you planning to do? torture them for information?" your eyes are wide and your heart is panicked. "they’re kids—“ 

he scowls. “of course not.” 

“then what? tell me everything, starting from when toji tried to kill you.” 

“why do you automatically think i did something?" he complains. "it’s not like i asked zenin to kill me first. i didn’t bait him into slicing my throat open.”

“because you always start the problems.” 

“not true. sometimes i solve them, and sometimes i—“ 

“how did you find out about them?” 

he sighs. “he told me about megumi, before he, ya know,” and then he makes a motion across his neck. and a terrible noise that supposedly indicates death. 

you don't even mock him for it “why?” you ask. 

“megumi might inherit the zenin technique. he’s worth a lot to the zenin clan, and i guess that toji made a deal with them.” 

“you guess?” 

“well, it’s not like i had a whole lot of time between the resurrection and murdering thing to ask him. i didn’t invite the guy out for tea so he could tell me about his pride and joy," his voice is riddled with sarcasm, so you can't decide if he's joking or not. 

he is the most infuriating person you've ever met. 

“so what? he asked you to keep megumi away from them?”

“no, he didn’t seem the sentimental type. maybe he told me cause he didn’t want megumi to grow up there, or maybe he told me so i could claim the prize money for myself.” he shrugs. “it doesn’t matter.” 

you glare at him. “oh, it doesn’t?”

“no. i asked megumi what he wanted and this was it. he doesn’t want to live there and leave tsumiki behind, or have her live in that misogynistic shithole.” 

“how old is he?” 

satoru almost winces. "uh, six?”

“you don’t even know how old he is?” you close your eyes, shaking your head. 

“he’s in first grade! we haven’t gone through all of the basics yet.” 

“and tsumiki?” 

“…nine.” 

“satoru.” 

“i’ll figure it out. megumi acts like he’s fifty years old anyway, so what do i care?” 

you can practically see him rolling his eyes. 

“what do you care?" you repeat, mocking. "you just told me that megumi made this decision for himself. he's a kid. he probably doesn’t understand—“ 

“he understands that if he goes to the zenin clan his sister will suffer in whatever way they deem fit. i mean, you know what it’s like for girls there—especially without any cursed energy.” 

“you cant just make this decision for them on a whim, satoru. have you thought any of it through? where are they going to stay? who’s going to watch them when you’re sent away? where are they going to go to school? what if megumi does inherit his cursed technique?” 

“all of that doesn’t matter. i'll figure it out," he waves off the topic of their lives like it's a mere suggestion, "what matters is that i keep those kids from being subjected to a life of servitude and competition. that they get to be kids while they can.” 

you swallow. is there a way not to be frightened by this? “i know—i know where you’re coming from," you give him a weak smile, trying not to yell, or fight, or question this so much that satoru shuts down. "it’s nice of you to be… worried about them. but this isn’t like taking in a lost kitten, satoru. these are children.” 

“do you really feel the need to point that out?” 

“yes. what do you know about kids?” 

he smiles, wide. “nothing!” he exclaims. “that’s why i came here. and you’re already doing a great job.” 

you frown. “what do i know about kids?” 

“well, you like them, don’t you?” 

“what?” 

“when we went to that daycare center during second year you played with all of the kids. you like them," he nods as if affirming it himself. 

you went to a daycare with satoru once to take care of a grade three curse and apparently, it's led him to insanity. 

“you’re comparing my hide-and-seek skills to taking care of those two kids on my own?"

“i mean, i’ll be here too...” 

“taking care of three children on my own?” you correct. 

satoru pouts. 

you think about what suguru told you after riko amanai died; about satoru and the shift within him. some sort of manic strength he hasn't uttered a word about since. 

but you continue, swallowing. "what's this really about?" you ask, softly, trying not to be mad, or worried, or concerned about why he came here to you. "it's not like you to... take responsibility for something you're not responsible for." 

his pout turns into a frown. you can see his brows furrow. "you don't think i'm capable of helping people?" 

"i know you're capable. but why? why now? i mean, it's been a year since toji died, and you're just getting them now? you suddenly remembered what he said to you?" 

"i had to figure out the logistics of toji's deal." 

"okay," you shake your head, "but still. why not have a family take them in? find someone who can give them a relatively normal life before they're pushed into all of this?" 

satoru's face is blank. "no. what happens when megumi is eight and his new 'parents' put him in a hospital because he's seeing things that they can't?" 

for the first time since he's walked through your front door, he sounds almost serious.

"i--" 

"what happens when they're afraid of him because he draws in cursed energy? when his 'family' rejects him like yours did? like suguru's did?" 

"satoru." 

"honestly, do you think that's any better?" he gestures to your living room, to the kids he's proclaimed responsibility for. "if he does inherit his technique then the zenin clan will go looking for him anyway, and he won't be able to protect himself because there was no one to teach him how. no matter where he goes he's going to be ripped away from tsumiki, who seems to be the only thing he actually cares about. he didn't even want to know--" 

"is this about suguru?" you ask him, the words falling before you can catch them. 

satoru stills. you can see every one of his muscles tense. preparing for a fight. "what?" 

"are you trying to... make up for his decisions? do you feel guilty? is megumi supposed to replace him?" 

"replace him?" 

"i know you think that you can take care of everything on your own, satoru, but you can't. it's not your fault that toji died. and it's not your fault that suguru left--" 

"it is my fault." he says, so softly the words are almost caught before they can reach you. "it is." 

you shake your head. you should've had this conversation months ago. a year ago, before any of this could happen. 

"c'mon, y/n," he continues, no laughter, no smile, no swagger. "i saw what was happening. everyone did. but i was his best friend. i was supposed to be there for him." 

"suguru didn't want you there. he didn't want you to be a part of it." 

"well i could've stopped him. even if i couldn't save suguru--" his voice cracks on his name. "i could've saved everyone else. but i didn't." 

"that's... that's a ridiculous suggestion. how are you supposed to kill your best friend? why should you have to save everyone? why would you even--" 

"megumi isn't some replacement. he's a little boy, and if i'm not there for him then he's going to be stuck with his family. just like i was. he's going to be used for his cursed energy and who knows how he'll turn out? if he'll kill people recklessly like toji, or die trying to do the right thing?" 

you're silent. 

"i'm the only one who can protect him from this," satoru says, and you realize that he's been thinking about this for the past year. that every second since he almost died, this has been on his mind. "they're not going to touch him if i make it clear that i won't let them. i won't--i'm not going to let him become someone he doesn't want to be." 

you sigh. "satoru..." 

his body moves at your voice and he smiles again, shaking off whatever anger you drew out. it's almost a complete shift in who you're talking to. like the stakes no longer matter to him; these kids are just another obstacle to face, a power to control. 

like he's remembered the role he's supposed to play. 

"besides, someone's going to need to take over for me eventually. i might as well train him myself." 

you cant see his eyes, and that’s probably good. you wish someone else were here to take your side, explain to satoru that he’s just a kid himself. that he shouldn't have to take care of everything on his own. 

because when it’s just you, he always has the upper hand. he always gets his way. 

"okay," you say, eventually, after you realize that you'll never win this fight. that you don’t want to fight with him at all.

"okay?" he repeats. "so you'll help me?" 

"help you?" 

"yeah. why do you think i brought them over here?" 

you pause. "you want me... to what? raise them?" 

"with me, yes." 

"are you kidding?" 

"no. you're probably the only person i trust to help." 

the words do something almost indescribable to your body. the person you were a year ago would've cried out in relief, would've clung to him like glue to paper. 

but you frown instead. "seriously?" 

"you've already taken care of them better than i could. look." he drags you around the corner to where tsumiki has her head on megumi's, both of them snoring softly, folded into the blanket you gave them. 

the tv flickers in the background, bothering neither of them. how they've managed to fall asleep with all of the yelling that's been going on, you don't know. 

"see? they already feel safe around you." 

"they're exhausted," you correct, but feel yourself soften at the sight of them. they are kinda cute without the scowl or concern plaguing their faces.

"we're going to be great parents," satoru coos, slinging an arm around your shoulder. 

you push him away. "we are not their parents. we are... permanent babysitters. nannies." 

satoru fixes you with an amused look. "okay." 

"and you still owe me an explanation. i want a complete narrative about what you've been doing for the past six months. and how you found the two of them." 

"okay," he steps closer to you again like you won't notice. 

"and--" you don't have anything else. it's one in the morning. how clear is your mind supposed to be? "and you're paying for anything they need." 

"uh huh." 

eventually, you sigh. it's a surprise that you've lasted this long. "fine. i'll help you. but only because they'd probably die if they spent more than twenty-four consecutive hours with you." 

satoru doesn't say anything--not to whine or roll his eyes--and it's a small acknowledgment, a thank you he doesn't have to say out loud. he'll take this win, at least. 

the two of you watch them, relaxing into the wall. 

after a minute satoru whispers. "by the way..." 

"what?" 

"i didn't tell megumi that i killed toji." 

you turn to him. your eye might as well start twitching. 

"what? he said he didn't want to know--" 

*

you're sneaking into the kitchen when you notice him sitting at the table. his hands are crossed in front of him, his eyes focused on a stain you haven't been able to get off of the wood. 

he's very small, you realize, watching him. his hair is messier than it was the night before, sticking to his head like he slept slumped against it. 

he's not doing anything, really. just sitting there. you can see his legs swinging in the air. 

and before you can prepare for what to say to this little boy who you're probably going to be spending a lot of time with, your mouth is open. "hey," you say to him, just whispering. 

tsumiki must be sleeping. 

megumi looks up, quickly, like he wasn't expecting you to be there. his eyes are wide like he's been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to. but then he slumps down again and gives you a brief nod in acknowledgment. then looks back down, because the table is very interesting.

you wonder how many mornings he's woken up alone, with no one to tuck him back in.

"can't sleep?" you ask him, standing across from him and leaning against the table. 

"this is when i usually wake up," you recall his voice the night before when satoru was teasing him, rougher than a boy's should be. but it's soft now, quiet. 

it's probably seven if the clock on your bedside table is to be believed. 

"you were up pretty late, though." 

he almost rolls his eyes, remembering the events of the night before. 

and you can tell that he doesn't really want to talk to you. he doesn't know anything about you, or what you want with him. why should he trust you? 

you clear your throat. "how old are you?" 

he looks up again. "six. why?" 

"satoru wasn't sure." 

this time, megumi actually rolls his eyes. you're familiar with this sort of annoyance directed at satoru, so you smile, just a little bit. at least there's something you can relate to. 

"and tsumiki?" 

"seven." 

you nod, stepping away. 

what do you say to a boy who has been dragged into your home by a maniac? 

you sigh, clearing your throat again. "are you hungry?" 

megumi's eyes narrow. there's a brief second between the two of you, where some sort of understanding passes through his eyes. who was the last person to make him breakfast? 

and then he nods, slowly. 

you smile. "okay. c'mon, let's see if i have anything you like." 

*

next part.

#not sure where this is supposed to go but oh well #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru fanfic #satoru gojo #satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru x y/n #gojo satoru angst #a typical family

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

Can you do more angst scenarios where male reader feels like they’re a third wheel and left out? I’m a sucker for angst despite how much it hurts 😭😭

Don't Leave

Hua Cheng x M!reader x Xie Lian

Sorry it took so long, forgive me 🧍

Will make more sense if you've read the book.

Hope you likeee

Ignore grammar mistakes

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"Xie Lian, do you like San Lang?"

You had asked out of nowhere. Xie Lian glances at you for a moment and smiles. "I do"

"Very Much?" You press.

"I suppose" He smiles nervously

It was a random question. You and Xie Lian were in Puqi shrine, the morning after San Lang had left. After San Lang left Xie Lian a ring.

It made you feel strange. You love Xie Lian very much and you like San Lang too. However the ring suddenly made you feel lesser.

Recently you guys have had a third helper and San Lang has kind of taken your job. He protected both of you and was very helpful. Yet, you feel a certain itch because of it.

Because Xie Lian likes San Lang.

You feel selfish. You wouldn't have minded so much if Xie Lian had shown interest in both of you but he seems very caught up in San Lang right now. It feels like San Lang is threatening your spot.

It's always been your job to be by Xie Lian's side. You always have been. Always. You grew up together, you stayed with him after the fall of Xian Le, even afterwards when Xie Lian had done morally wrong things you stayed, even when he wanted you to leave with Feng Xin you stayed.

Xie Lian has always been your person. You've always been his person. Lately you've just been feeling left out. San Lang and Xie Lian had been perfectly fine at Banyue Pass by themselves. You had ignored your feelings of jealousy during that time, but after seeing the ring you can't help but feel it ten times worse.

You chalk it up as overthinking and shove the feelings of jealousy down your throat. You have no right to feel these things. Xie Lian shouldn't have to deal with them either. What right do you have to cling on him when he isn't yours? You guys aren't dating and Xie Lian has never expressed love for you.

You ignore it

♡

The feeling you hate so much comes back again. Xie Lian, you, the wind master, and Lan Qinqao all went to ghost city. There was supposed to be a purpose but you never cared. You only went because Xie Lian went. Obviously he would've been fine because guess who's been watching the whole time?

San Lang

San Lang has been here the whole time, he always is it seems. You had to stand there while San Lang and Xie Lian held hands and played dice. You watched as they smiled at each other and touched hands.

It shouldn't idk you so much but it does. The feeling crawls out of your stomach and claws at your throat until you feel yourself physically choking it down. You're being over dramatic. It's just a dice game.

You ignore the glances they send to each other. You don't see the glances they send to you.

♡

The feeling burns on your tongue and churns in your gut when the strange Waning Moon officer -whatever the hell he is- tells Xie Lian that he's invited to Paradise Manor.

Actually you hadn't minded it all. You had walked side by side with Xie Lian ready to see San Lang. You haven't got the chance to talk to him. You were excited, even.

Until the strange officer makes it clear only Xie Lian can come.

So you were just supposed to stay behind? Stand to the side? It upsets you more when Xie Lian only apologizes and says he'll be back to find you. He left you standing there.

You thought you and San Lang were on good terms so why would he not invite you as well?

You chalk it up as a misunderstanding and roam around ghost city. The wind master eventually finds you and the two of you sneak into Paradise Manor dressed as dancers.

Seeing San Lang and Xie Lian on the bed/ couch together helped nothing. It makes you feel worse. They left you out for what? To spend time alone? Being in Paradise Manor felt like hanging around in a place you obviously didn't belong in.

It's a misunderstanding. It's a misunderstanding. It's a misunderstanding. It's a misunderstanding.

You repeat it in your head like a mantra.

♡

Once the incident at Paradise Manor is over you and Xie Lian are finally side by side again. You and San Lang still haven't had the chance to talk. You're hurting but you're positive that you're overreacting. Honestly Xie Lian would never do that to you. You were going to talk about it with him but he was dragged away into court.

Then Xie Lian, basically gets out under house arrest into the Xian Le palace Jun Wu had made him. When you get there Mu Qing and Feng Xin are already there. If you close your eyes you could imagine it being like old times where all four of you are back at the palace running around.

It doesn't last long. A big group of butterflies fly at you all. They don't dare touch Xie Lian. Mu Qing doesn't give you the chance to find out how the butterflies would react to you because he pulls you behind his make shift shield. It seems they doubt your relationship with San Lang too.

When you see San Lang come out of the black pit behind the doors to grab Xie Lian you take your chance though. You aren't just going to stand there. You leave Mu Qing's side and run towards Xie Lian but the doors close on you. The doors close on you. San Lang and Xie Lian left you? Not possible.

You're standing there staring at the doors. You just couldn't believe that they left you to stand there like a fool. It doesn't feel like a misunderstanding, it doesn't feel like overreacting.

Even Mu Qing, who is usually snarky ass, feels bad. He grabs your shoulder gently trying to break you out of your stupor.

"Y/n you should sit this one out. Me and Feng Xin will find them"

"No I-" you blink up at him, lost. "I have to go find A-Lian. He was taken. . ." You point at the door.

Mu Qing's face scrunches. "Xie Lian wasn't taken, he ran off. It was his choice. It was also his choice to leave you y/n. Just let us deal with it."

Mu Qing's words cause him and Feng Xin to bicker but he isn't really lying.

"That isn't what happened, say it as it is! He was obviously taken. Right y/n?" Feng Xin looks at you for support but you can only stare at him like a fish out of water.

"He. . . Ran off"

While you're focused on the door you fail to remember the butterflies hadn't touched you. You fail to notice the die in your robe.

♡

You took Mu Qing's advice and decided to sit this one out. You had never actually been separated by Xie Lian's side before so you don't exactly know what to do while he's running around with San Lang.

You go back inside of XianLe palace and sit where Xie Lian had been sitting before. You have nothing to do besides stare at the table. When you move to sit down something falls out of your pocket though. The closer you look you see it's a die.

Huh, you hadn't noticed that in your robes before. Lucky you it landed on a six. You wish you had that much luck with Xie Lian and San Lang. You pick up the die and hold it in your hands. Your plan was to just play around with it some more but you're suddenly pulled back into a pit of darkness and someone is holding you.

When you look back at your attacker, you see the familiar face of San Lang- well Hua Cheng but he's always been San Lang to you and Xie Lian. "S-san Lang?!"

Your surroundings get clearer and you see Xie Lian too. Honestly you're so happy you could cry, but you don't. You don't know what to say at all because you don't know what's going on. You just allow yourself to be pulled along by San Lang.

Xie Lian and San Lang take a moment to explain what's going on. To explain everything actually. For a minute San Lang looks like he's going to break down and e-ming is making sad squealing sounds.

Turns out everything was a big misunderstanding. San Lang and Xie Lian hadn't meant to leave you out of anything. San Lang had just wanted to do everything for the two of you, he wasn't thinking that his actions seemed like he was taking your job. He had most definitely invited the both of you, and he was very irritated with his officer. San Lang hadn't meant to leave you when he took Xie Lian. That's why he gave you the die. Since Xie Lian rolled the die he was able to get him. He could only come back to grab you once you rolled the day.

It was just a lot of miscommunication, really. You don't realize your crying until Xie Lian is wiping your eyes with his sleeves. You were crying out of relief. You had genuinely thought Xie Lian and San Lang were leaving you out but they were never doing such a thing.

San Lang and Xie Lian are very close to you after that and apprehensive to leave your side at all.

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🚨SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 8 OF BURROW'S END!!!🚨

Dimension20 "Burrow's End"

Episode 8

Timestamp: 15:11

Video Length: 4min. & 52sec.

I can't fully explain how powerful this scene is to me. One thing I love about Dimension20 is the fact that they're never afraid to roleplay the hard situations and the hard talks. It's-

I love how Tula has this hard conversation with her mom and she isn't afraid to tell her mom that she has an obsession with power and control. Ava really seems like she's at a loss for words, and it's understandable, because she's being called out on it....and it's hard. It's because Ava feels so much guilt and shame for losing Ken. The same feeling that Tula probably feels for losing Geoffrey. Ava chooses to feel guilty and tries to forget what happened... while for Tula, her losing Geoffrey is a constant reminder to her that you have to always be careful because so many bad things can happen? It's like- ugh. I don't even know if what I said is right..but that's... that's how I feel and it's so strong.

I wish I could have a talk with my IRL mom like this. In a way that she can just understand and apologize. Which, Ava didn't apologize right away, she did it later on. But I don't even think my IRL mom has apologized to me for so much. She just guilt trips me and says that she failed to raise me...or whatever. And I'm like...if I could have a talk with my mom like Tula did with Ava, and my mom actually just sat there and tried to actually understand what I was saying, I really feel like my own relationship with my mother would grow. 🥲 It's crazy how they have these types of talks in a show like this!! It's SO REAL and they're just playing a game of D&D! It's insane!!

And like- Viola standing up for Tula! Ugh! It was SO NICE! I LOVE Viola and Tula's relationship SO MUCH! How Viola sees Tula as a role model for her own self! I'm- It's so amazing! Tula and Viola are definitely my faves this season! I just can't with them! Rashawn did such a GREAT JOB with this season and I want to see her in more seasons! She gets so involved and attached and I can't even explain how much I enjoyed her in this season!! 😭✋

Also, Lila trying to comfort Ava near the end because Lila felt a little bad for her. Ava was getting cornered, but...the reason Ava gives for thinking and feeling that way...it kind of makes sense? Even though it's not the best thing to say or even think about and put onto yourself mentally. About like, when something bad happens, just finding someone to put blame on or saying that you haven't done enough or telling your own kids that when they lose someone. That's so tough. It's not right. But I can see why someone would feel that way. It's like- always wishing you could've done more. Because if you did more, then things like that "won't happen". But the truth of the matter is that sometimes things are just out of our control...and we have to have an understanding of that. Sometimes there really just isn't anything that could've been done. :/ As sad as that is...that is basically what Thorn was describing to Ava. Sometimes, life just HAPPENS! And you can't do anything but stand and watch.

I love how this season is scary but is also able to explore these super interesting family themes! I love it so much! It's so relatable in multiple ways and it's insane because these are stoats! It shouldn't be this relatable but it really is! I love watching shows that involve strong family dynamics! (One of the many reasons why I also love "The Umbrella Academy"!)

Family is strong! And it's so cool to see a family grow mentally, emotionally, and physically! My relationship with my family isn't the best. But it's cool to see the people inside of a family trying to talk things out and improve their relationships with each other so that they can finally bond and become stronger! 🥺 The messages here are so strong and powerful and I don't even know how else to say it or explain it in words! 🥺🥺🥺 This has been such a strong, and heartfelt season! 😭✋❤️

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Anyway I've been here for six days now (basically a naturalised citizen) so here is what I have to say about China

Shit is CHEAP. Worryingly cheap. Don't think about it too much.

Their hourly minimum wage is the equiv of about $5AUD but that's reasonably proportionate to how much a meal is. Rent seems a bit more difficult though so I don't know how people manage that (cheap as dirt places go for 4000yuan a month or so)

People are REALLY nice, even security guards and cops and other people you'd assume would kind of give you a hard time. They'll have a laugh with you about stuff.

The country kind of feels like it's encased in a giant metaphorical glass dome - everything functions using their own special apps, special ways of doing things, etc etc. Breaking into it is difficult, but once you're "in", so to speak, it's very easy.

Public spaces including trains and buses are a bit of an "every man for himself" vibe. People will play their phone videos out loud and no one even gives a shit. Once a security guard on shift was just sitting there playing his 抖音 videos out loud with little concern for anything or anyone. It's not mayhem, but it's certainly no polite affair.

Your phone loses battery very quickly and unless you're just going for a walk it's impossible to leave home without it as any purchase is via WeChat, Alipay et al. Many times I had considered going for a phone free outing before realising it just couldn't be done.

China is beautiful and just about every place has something to offer. There are streets that are clearly just a result of a LOT of urban development being done very quickly but in terms of actual sites, it's hard to find a city that doesn't have something incredible in it.

Their coffee is top notch. Seriously approaching Melbourne level. I'm flabbergasted and slightly concerned because frankly Australia is bullied by China on the daily and our coffee is the only thing I knew for certain we had over them. Now I don't know what the fuck we're meant to do

Trains tend to be in English, even if it's not particularly big with foreigners, though I haven't gone to any suuuuper remote locations so I don't know about those. They're very well maintained; they're more or less indistinguishable from those in Japan, Korea etc.

Bikes and motorbikes don't have to follow traffic lights which will make you shit yourself the first couple times they ride right past you as you cross the road.

There is not as much propaganda around as I was expecting. My uni has a big statue of Mao but as it happens that's just cuz he has a history with this particular university. I haven't seen any pictures of Mao anywhere else that's not, like, a dedicated Spot for that sort of thing (think Tiananmen square etc). I saw one pic of Xi in a museum. Most propaganda is just asking people to become soldiers and cops and stuff. I was expecting it to be like Vietnam or something but it's basically non-existent.

No the social credit memes are not true unless everyone else can see mine and is just not telling me

Those world statistics weren't lying that country really can heavily populayed

People love taking photos of themselves but selfies are not too popular, so dedicated individuals will bring whole stands with lights and shit like that, as though they were dedicated cosplayers. Yesterday we saw a middle aged woman doing a sort of VR anime idol stream (I can't remember what they're called but the one where your face is overlayed with an anime avatar) in the middle of the bridge haha

^ and people will take these sorts of photos in front of ANYTHING. Even if it's... Slightly inappropriate by some standards. It's kind of funny.

People are generally quite chill and don't take themselves too seriously

I'll add more if I think of more

[covenantofthedeep]

electric love ☆

feat. | mona, childe, zhongli, & jean summary | they have a crush on u! a/n | i am trying to write so bad. pleeaseee rb if you see this it really helps esp since i haven't written in a while <3 thank u

mona megistus |

mona's not sure how to explain the crimson flush that spreads from her cheeks to her fingertips when you're around, nor is she willing to.

she doesn't know what's happened; just a couple of weeks ago the two of you were hanging out every day, friends forever, but now it's like something's changed. she can't think of you without picturing your lips, or the sparkle in your eyes, and that throws her off so much she goes out of her way to avoid you.

sometimes from her window she can see you talking to someone in the square, the sun highlighting your face and it's like you've been bathed in an ethereal spotlight. when she thinks about talking to you, her mouth goes dry and she finds herself at a loss for words, and she's not sure how to carry a conversation with you anymore. she hates it, actually. she detests it. you? distracting her so much from her every day tasks that she drops a stack of books on her foot when she sees you sprinting after a cat? how dare you.

the last straw is when she takes a walk through the woods and ends up in a sunny clearing, and she starts to daydream-the sun is just so nice on her face like that, and she's needed a break--and her mind wanders to you. your hands, she can imagine them intertwined with hers. would they be callused, she wonders, with all the sword-wielding you do all day? and then she catches herself and her eyes fly open and she stands. this can't go on any longer. you're taking up too much space in her mind.

she never used to feel this way. what a curious thing.

tartaglia |

childe would rather saw off his own fingers than admit he cares for you, and that's quite a sacrifice, seeing as he needs his bow and arrow. he has tried denying it, going so far as to shoot you down when you ask him to go monster fighting with you, or telling you he's "busy" when you ask him if he wants to hang out.

the crease in your brow when he tells you no kills him every time, making him want to turn you around and shout, i like you!

but that's a childish move, and childe doesn't resort to such tactics. he's decided the best option is to squash down his feelings and act as though everything's okay, despite the fact that taunting you isn't the little game it used to be--the two of you firing insults at each other for ages. now he takes real digs at you, because maybe that'll convince his stupid heart that he doesn't like you. the wounded look in your eyes before the whip-quick insult you spit back makes him want to kiss you, and he's embarrassed to admit that your lips take up more time in his head than they should.

he has no words to say how much he likes you, and he doesn't want any words, either, because that would mean he would have to tell you. even if he didn't want to tell you, he's not confident that his lips would stay sealed around you--one quick smile throws him off his balance these days, and sometimes when you wink (you've always done that, how has he just now noticed how cute it is?) he thinks he sees stars.

jean gunnhildr |

jean's already busy enough without you bothering her. that's what she tells you when you hang in her doorway, complaining that you're bored and will she please hang out with you? she always felt like tearing out her hair when you bugged her, although lately it's been for a different reason.

sometimes when you come in and throw yourself across her desk, she can't focus anymore; she used to be able to tune you out, but now, for some reason, you've been a distraction, one that she can't afford. she's had so much paperwork lately, so many requests from the townspeople asking her to take care of this, look over that, does this sound good. she's just so tired of it all, and she finds herself looking forward to you coming in and throwing her off kilter.

there's something almost magical about the dust motes floating through beams of sunlight that cut across your face when you lie on the floor, an arm thrown over your eyes and paperwork strewn on the ground beside you. she can't put a finger on the emotion she feels, she just knows that on the days you don't pop in, it feels empty and lonely. on those days, she catches herself staring out the window, watching for you, waiting to see if you'll drop by with some sweet madames and an offer to go to the tree by the statue of seven.

thoughts of you won't leave her mind, and it irritates her to no end. her work's been sloppy for the past few weeks, and that's not her brand. she wants to yell at you for distracting her this way, but those arguments just end up with you taking her hand and kissing her on the cheek, which is a strange thing to be imagining about you.

and she asks herself every day, is it odd that she wants to kiss you?

zhongli |

zhongli prides himself on his emotional disconnection from this world, and the way he can stay stable in every situation. except, the other day, your arm brushed his when you were laughing, and his arm tingled. maybe he could've convinced himself that he's imagining things and you just shocked him, maybe, which sometimes happens between people when there's static, except it happened again, and this time when you were handing him a pile of scrolls and books you thought he'd like.

he had dropped them all, sending the scrolls unraveling and the books landing splayed on their spine, which he knew would bend them. you had flashed him a dirty look, but laughter danced in your eyes. and you'd helped him pick them up while he wondered what had just happened.

sometimes he thinks you've noticed that he's been stumbly and stuttery and a mess around you lately, but you choose not to comment and instead tease him about it, which irritates him, and makes him wish that he could fluster you the same way. unfortunately, you remain the same--irritatingly, frustratingly perfect.

he wishes he could invite you to dinner more often without it seeming strange, although you are his closest friend--it can't be that weird?

but he regrets it instantly when you show up dressed up, as though you were going somewhere else than his dining room. after apologizing profusely for not telling you that it was just with him, he feels bad the whole meal and decides to make it up to you by taking you outside to see the stars (although you don't seem to mind being overdressed).

the stars shine and mirror in your eyes, pools of night set into your face. he wonders how much he could possibly love you without his heart exploding.

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[barnesafterglow]

irresistible 

summary: you and matt can't stand each other. that doesn't mean you can keep your hands to yourself

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: lawyer!reader, hate sex but also is it really, light bondage, fingering, this fic was written at my job

a/n: here's my next prompt!! i keep writing everything else because i'm stuck on the one i'm most excited about and i need to distract myself. i haven't written a lot of matt so make sure to reblog and comment so i know you enjoyed it!

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“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Foggy said as soon as you stepped into the office.

“Lovely to see you too, Franklin,” was your response as you breezed by him, knowing exactly where you were going.

“Matt is -”

“I don’t care,” you cut him off as you walked into Matt’s office, calmly closing the door behind you.

You heard the crash of something and had to assume he had done something unsightly to the coffee cup that had previously been in his hand, and it pulled a small smile at you - you could get under his skin like no other, and it was a point of pride for you.

Matt was on the phone when he heard you enter, stopping his pacing momentarily before continuing, completely ignoring your existence.

That was fine; you never expected it to be easy.

You waited patiently for Matt to finish his phone call, leaning with your back against the door. Hearing a creak on the other side, you kicked the sturdy wood with the back of your heel, and there was a muffled curse you knew was Foggy, because he had been trying to eavesdrop before there was even anything to eavesdrop on.

Finally, Matt hung up the phone and turned to face you, leaning forward on his desk with his hands. You took him in - the strong forearms where his sleeves were rolled up, the dip of his collarbone where his tie had been long discarded, the shadow of stubble along his jaw that you knew meant he hadn’t shaved in a couple days. Had probably been too busy running in the circles you created. You also saw the way his jaw clenched just from being in your presence.

It was glorious.

You got under Matt’s skin even worse than Foggy’s and it always worked out for you.

“Matthew,” you said cheerfully, and his jaw clenched even tighter.

The way he said your name through gritted teeth made you smile bright and you knew he could sense it.

“What do you want this time?”

“Aw, Matty, I can’t come visit an old friend?”

“We’re not friends.” There was that tick in his jaw again.

“So rude. Of course we’re friends.” You stepped forwards until the front of your thighs met the edge of his desk, leaning forward on your hands to match his stance. “You sure love to treat me like a friend, isn’t that right?”

“Why are you here?” He let out a deep breath, clear annoyance creeping across his features.

“You know exactly why I’m here.” Your hand slid forward until it touched his.

“I know.” He sighed. “Do you want to argue or are we going to get on with it?”

“Oh, Matty. We’re lawyers, of course we’re going to argue first.”

He removed the red tinted glasses from his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.

And so started the typical back and forth that always came with you visiting. You were a sell out, blah blah blah. Matt was an idiot, blah blah blah. You were scalping their clients by offering them a better deal and Matt and Foggy were sick of it. The argument rarely ever changed.

“Dear God,” Matt said, and for a second you thought he might actually be praying. Until you swore he looked you right in the eye. “I fucking hate you.”

And there it was - the pinnacle of every argument you had ever had since law school.

“I know.” You smiled again, taking slow steps around Matt’s desk until you pressed your body between it and his hard chest. “Show me how much you hate me.”

Like always, there was a brief moment of hesitation. Like always, he smashed his lips to yours in a flurry of anger, and it tasted oh so sweet.

Before you knew what was happening - even when you should expect it, Matt always managed to surprise you - he had you turned around and pressed a firm hand between your shoulder blades to keep you flat against his desk.

Once he was sure you would stay in place, his hands wandered down to toy with the hem of your skirt. When he pushed it up above the swell of your ass, he was met with the sight of a pretty little garter belt holding your stockings up. And no underwear.

“Do you always come here with the intention of me fucking you senseless?”

You looked back over your shoulder, pushing your ass back against him just enough to draw out a low moan. “Of course I do.”

The smirk on his face made you clench your thighs together, and he flared his nostrils as if he could smell your arousal.

Sure enough, when he slid his fingers through your folds, they came back wet with your slick, and he sucked them clean.

He leaned down, hands caging your body as he whispered in your ear, “Tastes as good as I wish you would be.”

That made you scoff. “Oh please. I’m only as good as you want me to be.” You stood, your back pressing against his chest. “Which isn’t good at all.”

It was like the words snapped the last tether of restraint he had, because he shoved you back down on the desk, one hand pinning you again while the other worked on undoing his belt. He barely had them off - just enough to free his cock and give anyone who happened to look up at his window a great view of his ass - before he buried himself in you.

You gasped at the sensation. No matter how many times you had him, no matter how wet you were, no matter if he had worked you open up or not, it was always a struggle to adjust to the size of him.

He gave you no time to settle, thrusting into you hard and fast. His hand left your back and you whined at the chill that came from him taking his heat away. Your eyes were closed, taking in the pleasure of him filling you, now unmoving, when he grasped your hands behind your back, wrapping something silky around them.

His tie. He was tying his hands behind your back with his necktie, and you were so shocked and turned on that you let him without any protest. That must have to come as a surprise to him.

“You’re not even gonna run your mouth? I’m shocked.” He didn’t give you a chance to speak, his thrusts picking up again and wiping any snide remark from your brain.

He tugged on the tie - tied much more tightly than you expected - until you stood with your back to his chest again, his hips never faltering. His left hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing ever so slightly, while his right worked on unbuttoning your shirt.

Once your shirt was untucked and free, he pushed down the cups of your lacy bra, exposing your tits to him. With one hand still firmly on your throat, he used the other to pinch and pull at your nipples, seeing what sounds he could draw from you.

The answer was a symphony of moans and whimpers and pleading that you would never admit to.

Your hand fell back, resting on his shoulder, and he turned his head to press kisses wherever he could reach - your temple, your jaw, your neck, until finally you turned your head and captured his lips with your own.

His mouth still moving against yours, he trailed his hand down your body until he was feeling the place where his body met yours, circling your clit before experimentally slipping a finger in alongside his cock.

The moan that left you was otherworldly. The burning stretch was the best thing you had ever felt, and when a second finger joined, you came, clenching around the intrusion.

“Good girl,” he whispered in your ear, his mouth still close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath on your face. He removed his fingers, sliding them into your mouth, just a tad down your throat, and you moaned again around them.

With no warning, he pushed you down onto the desk again, pounding into you until his thrusts turned sloppy and he spilled inside of you.

With gentle fingers, he removed the restraint from your wrists and then collapsed with his arms on either side of you, his body weight resting against your back.

You stayed like that for several minutes, catching your breath and just relishing in each other for that moment.

Finally, he pulled out of you, reaching into a drawer in his desk to pull tissues out to clean himself up. Usually, he handed you some as well and let you do the job, but this time he dropped to his knees, wiping the mix of your releases like he had done it a thousand times over. When he was done, he stood again and pulled your skirt down, smoothing it out.

You turned around, studying him for a moment. He didn’t look any different - same sex hair and swollen lips and dark eyes that you always thought saw more than he let on. But something was different. Something you weren’t sure you wanted to know at the moment.

But you couldn’t let an instance like that go, not completely, and after you buttoned your shirt and tucked it again, you slid his glasses back onto his face and gave him a gentle kiss.

“Bye, Matty.”

You didn’t look back at him, instead straightening your hair as best you could and stepping out of his office.

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[hauerhoetime]

Hi! can you write something with billy x f reader? like she's famous for rejecting steve (because back then steve was an asshole and she knew better) and when billy gets around and hears this he takes it as a challenge? date the girl who rejected king steve to show how much you do better than him or something

angst or happy ending up to u

Hi!! I hope you like it :) I made it an angst ending but I think it could very much be open to a part 2 where it could be a happy ending tbh so lmk if you guys wanna see that!! Also sorry if it seems a little rushed I got excited at the idea of posting it today lol.

Tool

Billy Hargrove x f!Reader

Summary: you rejected Steve Harrington in your sophomore year of highschool and now you're a senior who can't live it down. One day your life begins to change until it all comes crashing to a stop.

Tool P2

While walking to school you took a moment to appreciate the crisp fall air. Closing your eyes you take a deep breath; grounding yourself before you walk into the chaos of Hawkins High. 

The life you tried to live at Hawkins High went largely uninterrupted but there was one thing that always came back to haunt you. While you were a sophomore there was a guy who happened to ask you out on a date and you said no. That wouldn't really be that big of a deal in any normal situation; however this was anything but normal. This guy just so happened to be Steve Harrington, resident king of Hawkins High. 

Once you turned him down- rather politely might I add- that's all anyone seemed to know you for. It's been two entire years since the incident and you haven't been able to live it down. His reputation has since recovered and Nancy Wheeler has come and gone but in the eyes of the student body you have stayed the sixteen year old girl that turned down a life as highschool royalty. All you wanted was to move through highschool relatively unnoticed but Hawkins had other plans. 

That leads us to the here and now. You were standing on the sidewalk just across the street from the previously mentioned highschool taking in the fresh air. As you stand you watch the kids that you've known for years that are actually closer to adulthood now than being kids. One more deep breath and your feet begin to move once again. 

Once inside the building you begin to move through the usual motions of your day once again; unaware that today was going to be anything but usual. 

Your day began to derail once you were on your way out of lunch. You heard someone call out your name and once you turned you instantly wished you hadn't. Tommy was standing with a few of his friends behind you. One face that stood out was Billy Hargrove. You stopped in your tracks with a blank face as you called back "What do you want Tommy?" 

"I just wanted to introduce you to the new up and coming king of Hawkins high" he said with a smirk on his face as he gestured to Billy. 

"Great yet another asshole" you mumbled under your breath. "I'm not interested sorry" you say as you go to turn away. 

"Wow, your reputation stands. Rejecting the old and new king I see" Tommy called as you walk away. 

"Two years ago Tommy! Move on!" You shout over your shoulder as you round the corner vanishing from their sight. 

The next few days have stayed on routine for the most part. The only difference was that Billy seemed to make more and more appearances every day; less and less of them involving Tommy. 

Now you are sitting at a picnic table around the back of the school just trying to get some work done when you hear someone clear their throat. "Hey Y/n right?" You look up to be greeted with Billy standing on the opposite side of the picnic table. You simply nod in response to his question resulting in him talking some more. "What are you doing?" 

"Working on some chemistry homework?" Your statement came out more like a question as you look up at him; your face clearly displaying confusion. 

He simply nodded at your words seemingly taking a page from your book before speaking once again "You don't seem to like Tommy that much." 

"No he's a tool" you responded simply as if it was common knowledge- and it was. 

Billy smiled down at you and nodded in agreement "I don't really like him either." 

"Then why hang out with him?" 

"Because he just kinda stays around" Billy chuckled at his own response. 

"You should lose the tool before people think you're a tool too" I smile as I look back down at my work. 

We sat there for another hour just talking as I pretended to work but in the entire hour I did maybe one question. After that day my old routine went out the window and was replaced with a new routine. Every day at the same time I'd go out to my picnic table and work for about twenty minutes before Billy came and joined me. I enjoyed the new routine. It added something to my life I never knew was missing. 

Billy Hargrove is a man that is unpredictable and dangerous. He added something to my life that I was lacking. Excitement. 

I, Y/n L/n am a woman that is predictable and structured. I added something to his life that he lacked. Stability. 

There was yet another change to my life a few weeks after this new routine began. This change came in the form of a simple question. A question I hadn't heard since sophomore year. A question that was no longer coming from the mouth of Steve Harrington but is now coming from Billy Hargrove. 

Billy looked at me for a few moments as he let silence surround us. Then he broke it. He looked at me with his chin resting in his hand as he leaned on the table and asked me "will you go on a date with me?" 

I looked up at him with wide eyes as my mouth was slightly opened from shock. The scene was almost comical as he sat there in complete calm and I contrasted him so severely. I wasn't expecting the question however that doesn't mean I didn't want the question to be asked. 

"Are you serious?" My voice comes out as a whisper. 

"Yeah" he whispers back, matching my tone as his smile widens. 

"Yeah I'll...I'll go on a date with you" I manage to get the words out without any embarrassing squeaks or trembles. 

His smile basically splits his face in two as he stands up to leave our table as our hour comes to a close. "I'll pick you up Friday night at 6:00" and with that he was gone.

The next few days were excruciatingly boring as you waited for the date to arrive. Billy still came to the picnic table of course but really how can one expect to find excitement on an ordinary day while waiting to go on a date? 

However the day had arrived and you managed to not explode with excitement before now. You stood in your room looking at the outfit you had picked out in your mirror. You were dressed fairly casually though if you looked at the details you could tell you were dressed a little fancier than normal. After much interrogation Billy finally caved and told you he was taking you out to dinner at a local restaurant so you'd know what to wear. 

As you were looking at the final details you added you heard the knock on the door. The tell tale sign that your date had arrived. 

You ran down the hall to the living room and opened the door with a smile. Billy was wearing a matching smile as he greeted you with a "Hey pretty girl are you ready?" 

"Hi" you smiled shyly at the coment before beginning to nod "yeah I'm ready." 

Billy said nothing as he held his hand up for you to grab so he could walk you to his car. He was rather chivalrous and opened the passenger door for you and closed it once you were safely tucked inside. 

Once Billy was in the car he placed his hand on your thigh towards your knee. The drive to the restaurant was rather sweet as he offered you to pick the music and he asked about your day; all with a smile on his face. Truth be told he was having a good time already tonight. You always had a tendency to bring a smile to his face even when you weren't trying. He found himself doing anything to make you smile too. If getting you to smile meant listening to your music and hearing you ramble about how dumb someone was in your history class he was more than willing to do it. 

The two of you pulled into the parking lot of this restaurant and Billy told you in a rushed voice "sit tight sweetheart let me get your door" before hopping out of the car. As you watched him walk around the car to open your door you couldn't help the blush that took over your face. The whole night- though it has barely begun- Billy has been using a handful of pet names and every single one has your stomach erupting with butterflies. 

Your door opens and he takes your hand to assist you getting out. Once you are steady on your feet he closes the car door before walking you into the restaurant. 

Once inside you quickly ordered and began to talk just like normal but if you looked close enough you could see the change. Under the table the two of you had your feet intertwined like you needed a point of contact to live. You weren't pretending to have better things to do like chemistry work because you knew the only thing you even wanted to think about doing was talking to Billy. 

So far the date was going well. Billy hadn't failed to tell you how beautiful you looked tonight and how he was so thankful you said yes; but good things never last. 

The bell above the door chimes as you and Billy talk. Neither of you even glanced at the door because the two of you simply didn't care who walked in. That's when there was an obnoxious laugh that bellowed over the tables followed by a series of words that sent you into a spiral. "Holy shit Billy!! You actually got her to say yes? Wow I guess I owe you dude" 

The two of you sat in silence for a moment before you looked at Billy who was noticeably more pale than a few moments ago. "Billy, what is he talking about?" 

"I- well- you see-" Billy was struggling to get words out. He hated this. It wasn't like him to lose his confidence yet here he was. He wanted to sink into himself and never come back out. 

Tommy piped up to let you in on the secret Billy couldn't spit out. "Billy and I had a little bet to see if he could get you to go out with him. I said no because you don't like kings but he seemed to think of you as some challenge to beat." Tommy's smile was so wide he looked like a little kid's nightmare. 

You quickly turned back to Billy before asking quietly "is that true-?" 

He took yet another moment to stutter before responding "well- technically yeah but-" and that's when you cut him off. 

You stood up and looked down at him with more anger than he'd ever seen in your eyes. "I should have never said yes. Turns out you're just a tool too. Have a good night Billy" and you turned to leave. You didn't wait for your food. You didn't pay your bill. And when you got home you didn't answer his calls. 

You should have known that in their heads all you'd ever be was a sixteen year old girl who said no.

#x reader #fanfic #stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy harringrove #billy stranger things #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove angst

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I Wanna Be Yours || Part 8

Part 7 | part 9

↝a/n: I am sincerely apologetic for not updating this series in so long. I hope you still like it!

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader

↝ Warning: not proofread, cannon events

↝⎙ 2.16.24

Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Buckley, or any character from Stranger Things. I only own y/n (reader's character) and any characters I create with my own brain. If you have a problem with my work, send me a private message. Thank you.

"Oh shit." Nancy parked the car. 

So many people stood around, gawking, standing on their tiptoes to look over other people's heads and shoulders. All to see what was going on. Whatever was happening, the news trucks and caneras didnt help with privacy. They were broadcasting everything to the whole town. 

"C'mon, this way." Nancy walked behind the white and orange van, watching as the new sheriff, Powell, talked into the cameras that were right in his face, "reporting a homicide here on the lake. Officer Callahan here and myself arrived first on the scene. We made our way to the shore of Lover's Lake, about ten yards from the house you see behind me. Uh, it was there that we found the victim, an 18-year-old senior from Hawkins High, Patrick McKinney." 

You scoffed as Powell went on to show a picture of Eddie, the 'person of interest'. 

"oh, man." Steve sighed, "This is not good. Really not good."

Powell walked away, the crowd following with even more questions. 

"Dustin? Can you hear me?" Eddie's voice crackled from the radio. "Wheeler?"

Dustin yanked the radio from his backpack, turning around for some privacy. 

"Eddie. Holy shit. Are you okay?" 

"Nah, man." You could hear his voice muffled, probably from running his hand down his face or something. "Pretty-pretty goddamn far from okay." 

"Where is he?" Robin spoke up. 

"Where are you?" Dustin echoed. 

"Skull Rock. Do you know it?" 

"Uh, yeah." Dustin answered, unsure. 

"New Corn Wallis and-" You began, furrowing your eyebrows. You hadn't been there in forever. 

"Garrett, yeah. I know where that is." Steve finished for you, making his way back to the car. 

"Hold tight. We're coming." 

 

You hadn't gotten off the radio since you got in the car. You had all but yanked it from Dustin's grip and began talking about any and everything with Eddie. Maybe you were trying to lighten the mood, Robin didn't really know. Your mood had taken a total change.

You were cracking jokes and replaying memories to the guy on the other side of the radio. 

You eventually stopped, still smiling at the one memory of Eddie nearly falling on his face your first day of high school. He had been trying to impress his friend but miscalculated his steps and fell right as you had walked by. It was a funny first encounter. 

It was quiet for a moment. 

"I'm going to go to prison, aren't I?" Your smile fell. How were you to tell him that you didn't know. Sure, you were going to do all that you could to not let that happen. But you can only do so much. 

"No. No, i don't think so." 

"y/n," Eddie's voice trailed off, not entirely believing you.

"No, you're not going to prison because you haven't done anything wrong. Everyone else thinks you did because they don't know any better. They don't know what's actually going on. Can't really blame them, right? It's easier to blame a kid than something nonhuman." 

Eddie waited a moment to reply, digging his palm into his eye socket. "I guess you're right." 

"Of course I'm right." 

 

Steve and Dustin continued to bicker from their pace in front of you. 

Robin walked beside you, Nancy on her other side.

Glancing back at Max and Luca, Robin scoffed. "Oh, my god. They're so adorable. I just wanna squeeze 'em, you know?" 

You nodded, glancing back yourself. 

Nancy stayed looking forward, brown paper bag in hand.

"If I'm permitted to see a silver lining in the end-of-the-world doom and gloom, it would be the rekindling of some old flames that, frankly, never should've been snuffed out." 

At the glare send Nancy sent, you couldn't help chuckling, just listening as the two went back and forth. 

"I didn't mean that as a hint or anything."

"Right." Nancy rolled her eyes. 

"But," Robin continued, "If I did mean it as a hint, would that be so terrible? To wish for happiness for my friends?"

This time, Nancy stopped in her tracks, scoffing as she turned to Robin. "You think I'm not happy?" 

Robin fumbled over her words, "I-I'm sure you are. It's just, the other day in the library, I mentioned Jonathan and you sort of flinched or winced or something like-"

"I didn't flinch or wince."

"Okay." 

"Jonathan and I are fine."

"Got it." 

"We're good." 

"Right." 

"Guys." They looked at you for the first time since they began talking. You pointed at Steve and Dustin, who were only getting further ahead. Nancy turned and began walking.

"It's just..." Nancy trialed off, going back to the Janathan topic. "He was supposed to be there for the break, and then he backed out last minute for some vague, mumbly Jonathan reason. And, to be honest, I'm not that surprised because I've been feeling him pulling away, lately. I don't know if it's because we're 2,000 miles away or if he's met someone new or what. Now I can't find out why because apparently, he's blown up his family's house phone or something." She took a much-needed breath, before continuing. "So, yeah. If the mention of his name caused a slight muscle spasm on my face, that's probably why." 

"Seems like a perfectly reasonable reason to flinch, wince, or something." Robin offered a small smile. 

Nancy smiled back. "You said ' the happiness of your friends', so, does that make us friends? As in, offically?" 

"Uh, yeah. I mean, right? Everyone here is my friend. Right, Y/n?" 

"I guess." Your nose playfully crinckled. Robin had always found that adorable. Especially when you were picking at her. 

"Right." Nancy looked between the two of you.

 

"Bada bing, bada boom. There she is, Henderson. Skull Rock. "In your face, man. In your stupid, cocky little face." Steve bragged, taking in the beauty of the rock he was all too familiar with. 

"Doesn't make sense." Dustin mumbled, looking around, and at his compus. 

"Yeah, yeah. Even with it staring you in the face, you can't admit it. Just can't admit you're wrong, you little butthead." 

You walked around the bushes, further ahead of the other 4. You saw Dustin and Steve just as Eddie jumped down. "I concur. You, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead." 

"Jesus. We thought you were a goner." You couldn't help but smile as you watched Dustin hug Eddie, who probably smelt rank. 

"Yeah, me too, man. Me too." 

 

You were right about Eddie smelling. He held you under his arm, all his appreciation for you being expressed in the bear hug. you just wished your nose didn't work in that moment. 

"When i got back to shore, I tried calling you guys, but, uh," Eddie took a swig out of the canteen with his other hand. "My walkie was busted, man. Drenched. So, I did the thing that I do now, apparently. I ran." He chuckled, no humor behind it at all.

"Do you know what time it was? The attack?" Nancy questioned. 

"Yeah, no- I know exactly what time it was. My walkie wasn't the only thing that got soaked." He threw his watch in her direction.

"9:27."

"Same time our flashlights went kablooey." 

You looked at Robin confused. She mouthed ' I'll tell you later', you had yet to be let in on all that had happened when you were at the funeral. You just felt like they weren't letting you in on everything on purpose, not because they just forget. 

"Which means what, exactly?" Steve asked." 

Apparently, you weren't the only one who was confused about all of this.

"That the sure of energy was Vanca attacking Patrick." Nancy threw the watch back.

"Well," Robin tried, "We're one step closer. We know how Vecna attacks."

"And where he attacks from." Lucas adds. 

"So, now we just need to sneak into his lair in the Upside Down and drive a stake through his heart." Max states. 

Robin scoffed, "If he even has a heart." She glanced at you, thinking of how you and Max are currently on edge, scared if you'll even get the next second to live. The rest of the group were worried about Max, with her coming out and telling everyone everything that has happened. She saw you, saw how you didn't want to worry anyone. That's how you have always been.  

"A stake? Is he a vam- is he a vampire?!" Steve looked around.

"It was a metaphor." 

"A bullet should work on his, right?" Eddie offered.

Lucas shrugged, "I say we chop his head off." 

"Colorful ideas." You gawked at them. These are children ready to murder whatever is making your lives a living hell. 

Nancy nodded at you, "I'd say all of the above, but we can't do any of that 'til we find a way into the Upside Down." 

"We need El to get her powers back." 

"Everything was way easier." Steve turned to Eddie, "We had this girl. She had super-." 

"Superpowers. Yeah, you've mentioned her." 

You lost it, "Let's stop talking about El, alright? Shes over 2,000 miles away with Mike and Will. They're having fun and they can't help us here. So, just talking about her and her powers that made things 'so' much easier." 

Everyone shut up, letting you breathe. 

Eddie spoke up after a moment, "Hey, uh, Henderson's not cursed, is he?" 

Dustin, who hadn't said a word since you had made it to the rock, was pacing, but stopped short and starred into the woods.

"Cursed? no, no. He's fine. Mental? Absolutely." 

"Boom!" Dustin's outburst had everyone jump out of their skin. "Bada, bada, boom." 

Steve was utterly confused, a little concerned about his friend. 

"I was right." 

Steve's eyebrows dropped, a sigh rolling out of his mouth as he rolled his eyes. "Skull Rock was north." 

"Seriously? You're serious?" Steve couldn't understand why this kid couldn't just be wrong.

"Mhm!"

"This is Skull Rock! Okay?!" 

"Mhm." Dustin was as calm as can be, while Steve was beginning to get agitated. 

"You're totally, absolutely, 100% wrong. Right now." 

"Yes-"

"What?!" 

"And no." 

"Oh, my god." Steve put his hands over his face, dragging down. 

"This compass worked correctly when we left the Wheeler's. It was correct when we got in the car on Kerley. But it started to slip the further east we went. Now, it's way off. When I was leading us here, I wasn't wrong. The compass was."

Steve threw his hands up. "So, you're using faulty equipment. You're still wrong."

"Except it isn't faulty. Lucas, do you remember what can affect a compass?" 

"An elethromagnectic field."

"Yep." 

"I'm sorry. I must've skipped that class." Robin shook her head. 

"In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power. So, either there's some super big magnet around here or-" 

"There's a gate."

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[sparklepocalypse]

And now for something I haven't done in an age (mostly because of that, you know, dozen-year hiatus from being active in fandom, which ended abruptly this fall)...

It's Fic Rec Friday!! I'm going to try to do this every other Friday (if not every Friday; TBH it really depends on my brain at the end of a given work week...), and share the links to 5-ish of my favorite fics. These will likely be multifandom rec posts pretty frequently, so just a heads up there, but I'll clearly mark each fandom included and chunk the recs out that way in the posts.

Will I rec new fics? Seems likely! Will I rec old fics? Signs point to yes! Will I rec WIPs? Probably just completed fics for now, but we'll see! Will I be effusive in my praise of the fics I rec? Absolutely!

Recs after the jump to save you a scroll...

Red, White & Royal Blue

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest) by @kiwiana-writes [Alex/Henry acting AU | rated E | 65.5k words] Former child star Alex meets theatre graduate Henry in a queer stage reimagining of Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing.

This is the first fic that I ever yelled at MJ about, and there's been plenty of yelling since then. It checks all the boxes: it's an AU (my beloved!); there's a heap of drama on and offstage; there's big huge romance; there's really delightful humor. Also, you will feel the need to give their Henry a hug. The way MJ writes Alex and Henry always reaches into my brain and scratches it in the right place, and they'll absolutely be a frequent flyer in these rec lists.

Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood by @cha-melodius [Alex/Henry corporate AU | E | 20k words] Alex and Henry are colleagues who can't stand one another. They're assigned to mandatory reconciliation by their boss, but their therapist assumes it's actually couples' therapy, and well... things escalate from there.

How do I love this fic? Let me count the ways... after I crash-landed into the RWRB fandom this fall, this is one of the fics that really stood out to me when I was sort of frantically trying to digest all the M and E-rated (I know, super shocking) fic that the fandom had to offer. Sara always handles her characters with such care, regardless of the situation she throws them into, and couples' therapy that's not supposed to be couples' therapy is no different.

What Do I Know? by @three-drink-amy [Alex/Henry amnesia AU | E | 83.6k words] Alex has a serious car accident and wakes up a week later in the hospital with no memory of the past five years. He's shocked to learn that he and Henry are married, because they hate each other... right?

Put on your favorite angst pants for this one, because it's going to hurt. I absolutely had to pause and cry during this fic, but it's so, so well written that I can forgive the face leakage. And the promised happy ending absolutely delivers! Just, you know. Brace yourself because ouch.

Star Trek

How High the Moon by kyliselle [Kirk/Spock AOS AU | E | 37.7k words] After the destruction of Vulcan, Spock shielded his mind to protect it from his broken bond with T'Pring. Little did he know another bond had already formed in its place.

This is the first Star Trek (2009 Abramsverse) fic that made me absolutely feral, and I share it now with you because it's just that good. I'm a little bummed that the author hasn't claimed it on AO3 following the original archive being shut down, because I would love to yell at them on AO3 about it and know that they see the comments. But it's so good. I am a huge sucker for soulbonds, and Vulcan bonds in particular where they've got the telepathic component, and accidental Vulcan bonds in particular in particular, and this fic absolutely delivers. Angst galore, though, so just like with the previous rec, you'll need your angst pants.

Smallville

When a Strawberry is Pushed into a Mountain by Thamiris [Clark Kent/Lex Luthor | E | 33.1k words] While studying at Metropolis University, Clark takes a literature class and, with Lex's help, finds a new appreciation for poetry.

If you have an appreciation for Beat poetry, beautiful phrasing, and the DCU/Smallville, you'll love this fic. Thamiris was an incredibly talented writer who unfortunately passed away in 2007, but a group of her friends ensured that we'd have access to her writing in perpetuity by archiving it for her on AO3. This fic was one of the influences of the body calligraphy and intercrural sex fics I wrote for Kinktober 2023; just gorgeous, gorgeous prose altogether.

#fic rec friday #red white and royal blue #rwrb fic recs #multifandom fic recs #star trek fic recs #smallville fic recs #read these fics #they're so good #i can't even

[ladythornofrivia]

Endless Reds and Blues

Pair: Kakucho x Reader (Ran x Reader)

Warning: Slight toxic dialogue.

A/N: I apologize for the lack of posting stuff here on the site. I'm having a hard time lately. I just want to give up. For the people who support me when no one could, thank you so much. It means the world to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter--I haven't written this series forever! Sorry I took so long to post a fanfic. I wish I could’ve done better and faster when it comes to writing—like I got everything down from start to finish with the plot, but, trying to overcome my problems in life. Thank you for your patience. ❤️

(Please report if someone decides to steal/plagiarize my story. And notify me. Thank you.)

Chapter 6: So Heartfelt and Vulnerable

As you we're having a deep talk with your friend, the part of the sandwich fell off on your lap, dripping the sauce.

Himiko placed the napkin. You thanked her and wiped the substance.

"This is pretty good, considering how the sandwich fell off. The should be careful on what they put here. Dry food can be wet real quick."

"Or how they carelessly stuff it down without thinking about consequences on carrying it. So what are you doing after school? I was thinking we should go to the karaoke."

Yow swallowed in fear. "I'm not sure...I have other plans. I'll let you know when I'm available."

"This new place by Shibuya is crazy good. The service and the food and drinks are great," Himiko insisted. "And so many cute guys passing by."

"I can't."

"What if there's a guy that looks like Leonardo DiCaprio? I've seen tourists going here. Maybe I'll find him."

You shook your head. "Thanks. But if the actual Leonardo DiCaprio is there, let me know."

"I'll even try to ask him if I have to."

Shaking your head, you said, "Become a Hollywood actress, then tell Leonardo that I requested him to date me. Maybe I want to be in a Titanic movie, starring me and him. Although Kate Winslet is better for him than me, actually."

Himiko slapped your shoulder lightly. "Let me know, then. Because I can't stand being around my relatives."

"Like a home away from home."

"Exactly." Himiko's eyes twinkled.

Then the classroom doors opened.

Oh, no.

You scoot your chair back on the wall as the Tenjiku members entered. Surprisingly, the admirers weren't following them. Probably the law they gave sufficed.

"Ah," Ran's eyes twinkled. "Here's our little mermaid." Then he rushed over to your side and had his hand on your waist, hoisting you up and drag you out from the classroom. "We've been looking for you everywhere."

"In case you didn't know, I'm trying to have a peaceful lunch," you said, munching.

His face leaned in almost close towards yours, his breath tickled your skin and his eyes gazing longer than it should've. "You forgot our deal, little darling." Then gazes to your lips, then back to your bewildered eyes.

"First of all, I'm not a darling," you said, removing yourself from his arm. "And second, the deal is supposed to a meeting between me and you guys after school."

Ran smirked. "Perhaps I should phrase it, little darling. You have to sit with us during lunch."

"What is this? Mean Girls? Who's the Regina George?"

"There's no Regina George," he said, baffled. "But you do have to sit with us."

"Out in public?" you asked, blushed.

Ran smirked again. "No, we have our own private area for lunch break to get away from prying eyes and ears and mouth. Come with me, my little mermaid."

You rolled your eyes. "In case you forgot, my name is (y/n), not Ariel. Unless you wanted me to sing and get my voice."

He chuckled. "We'll see, (y/n). We'll see." Then he snapped his fingers, saying, "Oh, I forgot." His thumb caressed your lips, and his satisfaction grew wider. "You have slight dirt on your face. You should thank me." Then licked the portion on his lips, tasting it.

*~~*~~*

Then you and Ran met up with the rest of the members, who are watching Ran clinging to you beside him.

"Why am I not surprised?" Kokonoi said, sighing.

Rindou and Sanzu followed. Then Takeomi and Mochi stood still watching you. As for Kakucho, he watched you also, but with a slight sheepish gaze, still wearing his stoic expression.

"Here she is!" Ran announced, smiling widely.

"Um, Ran, why are you still clinging onto her?" Rindou asked.

"She's tiny, and needs to be protected," Ran answered.

"I don't think she needs protection, she can smack me with a heavy book," Sanzu reminded.

"Don't be like that, Sanzu," Ran said, poking Sanzu's cheeks, to which Sanzu smacked Ran's hands away.

"Keep her away from me," Sanzu said.

"Don't worry, I will," you said, approaching.

Kokonoi frowned. "Don't try to forget our deal. Even if you pretend to do so, we'll remind you again."

"Fine," you said, looking at the school window.

"This way," Kokonoi said, beckoning you to enter the private area.

Once everyone entered, Kokonoi said, "Have a seat."

You took a seat beside Kakucho. "Are they always this way?" you whispered to yourself.

"Yes, they're always this way," Kakucho said with a flicked brow.

You looked at him directly. "Sorry, I was talking to myself."

Kakucho's eyes closed as he softly smiled. "It's fine."

The rest of the time during lunch, it was wilder, wilder than you expected--or maybe it surpassed your expectations in a most frightening and baffling way.

*~~*~~*

You packed your stuff for tonight, and lying to your mother is the worst thing. You didn't want her to find out the deal between you and the boys while your mother is trying to reach the lawyer to investigate regarding the bullying incident you have before.

Tonight, you're bracing yourself for the worst.

Entering the Tenjiku's lair--private home--one where you made a deal with them.

You weren't sure what you're going to do with the boys. Probably studying and tutoring in full hours. Partying. Or possibly surprising you with a twist.

Whatever it is, you prayed hard for a good and smooth-sailing result despite of bracing oneself.

In the lavish building, you were thinking and imaging you’re going to be tutoring then for the whole time until exhausted.

As you enter their room, the foyer, then the living room, it was set all cozy with large and cushiony pillow and blankets with a large screen tv turned on. Buttery popcorn and sweet-filling ice shaving drinks are on the go.

“What the hell?” you uttered.

“(Y/n), nice of you to join us,” Ran greeted before giving you a hug. And you returned the gesture rather awkwardly and suspiciously.

“Yes, because I made a deal with Kokonoi,” you said with a stiffened smile.

Ran then dragged you on the couch with all the members watching you. Again.

They could’ve just ignore me and do their own thing. Luckily, Kokonoi and Sanzu weren’t paying attention to you because they’re trying to select a movie they watch.

"No, I'd say we watch Godfather," Sanzu suggested.

"No," Kokonoi said, typing the movie title on the laptop that was already connected to the movie projector. "I want to watch Dark Knight."

"Forget it! I'd rather watch Iron Man!"

"No!"

"You're difficult."

"Same goes to you. If you want to watch Godfather, go to this movie theater where they replay the old movies."

"Dark Knight isn't new, either. It's been years since Dark Knight is out since 2008."

Kokonoi had his hand up. "Shoo!"

"Both Iron Man and Batman are rich playboys," you told them.

Kokonoi and Sanzu both looked at you. "What?" Sanzu said.

"Both guys--rich and playboys, like you guys," you said with a sincere smile.

Kokonoi looked back to his laptop. "I don't remember in the contract that you're going to be mean."

"How can it be mean when it's true?" Kakucho said.

All members flabberghasted at Kakucho.

"Thank you," you said, sitting down at the farther corner of the lavish couch.

"Which one?" Kokonoi asked.

"Which one, what?" you said, lifting your feet up on the couch.

"What movie do you want to watch?"

"Whatever."

"There's no movie called "Whatever"," Sanzu butted in.

Your sharp glare darted at Sanzu. "Fine," then you stood up and went over to Kokonoi with a hand outstretched. "Give me your laptop."

"No," Kokonoi said, pulling it back.

"Just give it to her," Ran advised with a swished hand.

As Kokonoi begrudgingly handed you his laptop, you searched the movie title, and Ran's voice boomed. "Did I ever tell you that your pajamas are cute?"

You snorted. "Save the flirting for later, Haitani."

Ran drew a dramatic gasp with a hand on his chest. "How hurtful! Did you not want to call me by my first name?"

Then goo-goo eyes shown, as you're stifling your giggle.

"You're not drinking alcohol again, are you?" Rindou asked.

"Hell no!" Ran said, with a fake, dramatic cry.

"I can't choose..." you whispered to yourself. Then a minute later, you said, "Alright, I have a question for everyone. Do you guys want sub or dub?"

Everyone's glances are exchanged with each other.

"Um...dub--wait--why?" Kokonoi asked.

Then you installed the movie, gave back the laptop to him. As the lights dimmed, you bounced back on the couch with a little squeal and little kicks on your feet, stuffing higher squeals in the pillow.

All the members looked at you as if you've gone mad.

"What movie did you install?" Sanzu asked, horrified.

With a little snickering, you said, "You'll see..."

Couple of minutes later, everyone's invested into the movie screen until it showed the face Leonardo DiCaprio.

Then you squealed it occupied the quiet walls. Some members jumped and looked at you again.

"Oh my god," Rindou said, planting his face against his hands. "No!"

"Every time! What does he got that we don't!?" Ran said.

"He's Leonardo DiCaprio...?" you stated.

"That's not a real solid explanation, (y/n)," Takeomi said, lighting another cigarette.

"Okay, his hairstyle," you said with confidence.

"Again, not the reason."

"Is there anyone else you like? Someone who's not a celebrity?"

"Umm....Johnny Depp? Keanu Reeves? Brad Pitt? Matt Damon? But if you’re talking about MCU, it’s either Tom Hiddleston or Robert Downey Jr. or Benedict Cumberbatch or Tom Holland.”

"Not a celebrity!"

Then before you reached another set of popcorn, you took a glimpse at Kakucho with a stilled expression. Dismissing, you look back at Leonardo DiCaprio. Each time he shows up, you kept sighing and squealing, though it's toned down.

As soon as Leonardo DiCaprio's character reached his hand towards Kate Winslet's character, your hand automatically reached out towards his in a dramatic fashion, and it got some men snorting at your profound acting and reciting line by line.

"How many times did you watch Titanic?" Sanzu asked.

"This is my thirteen or fourteenth time...I'm not sure--I lost count!"

Then you get lost into the movie again. Until you started crying on some death scenes--mainly Leonardo DiCaprio's character--Jack Dawson.

"Even when he close his eyes and covered in blizzard, he still looks handsome. I want to marry him so bad," you whispered. "Leonardo I love you then, and I love you now! I loved you ever since it came out--I'll never let go!"

But all the members shot their shocking gaze at you.

"This girl...she never stopped..." Sanzu said, rolling his eyes.

"Tell me about it..." Ran said, saddened. Then he looked at Kakucho, who was also looking at you.

As soon as the movie is finished, you hummed along Celine Dion's song. But Kokonoi halted it. The lights switched back on.

"Hey!" you said with a pout.

"No more," Kokonoi with a cat-like smile, poking his tongue out.

"So what do you guys think?"

"I think it's...great!" Ran gave a polite smile.

"I somewhat fell asleep," Takeomi said.

"But...we could watch any movie, and you chose the one where you squeal for 5 seconds each," Rindou stated.

"You're the reason why we kept ourselves awake from your admiration towards Leonardo--Takeomi sleeping aside."

"How old was he when he's in Titanic?"

"22 years old," you said. "I know he's so gorgeous. His face, his eyes, his majestic hair and his voice. I want to swim on that forever. We should watch Romeo and Juliet next. The way he smokes his cigarette and the way he cries on that movie is too sexy. If you chose the sub version, Leonardo's voice is beautiful."

"Okay, that's enough fawning." Sanzu said, refilling the popcorn.

"Hey, I could say the same thing to girls towards you guys at the school. How is this any different?"

"She's got a point," Mochi said.

"Mochi!" Rindou said.

Shrugging, Mochi said, "I mean where's the lie."

"Anyway, are you guys ready?" you chimed in.

"For another Leonardo movie?"

"No, I'm testing you guys in English," you said, indicating for Kokonoi to give you his laptop for install another movie, this time it's Disney's The Little Mermaid. "First we have to watch this."

"I don't watch cartoons," Rindou objected.

"Then go somewhere else, or try to talk to one of the girls," you said without looking at their direction, you put the sub version of the cartoon movie.

"Do you think so low of us, (y/n)," Rindou dared.

"Rindou, with all due the respect, I meant to say that everyone is handsome and like most handsome men, they're occupied by girls. See, if I say you're ugly, what would you gain from it?"

Minutes in, and the song began to play, you hummed along the tune quietly. Kakucho, on the other hand, could hear you. There's something so pleasant about you, self-assured of yourself and unafraid to speak your mind--no matter how harsh it was.

Few scenes in, and Prince Eric shows up.

You sighed.

"Oh, now what!?" Rindou said.

"He's cute!" you raised your voice slightly.

"But he looks like the type who does stupid things," Sanzu said.

"Like you?"

Then it was silent again, minus Sanzu's huff.

"You're the real life Ariel," Ran commented with a smug.

Though you didn't hear it. Kakucho, on the other hand, heard it.

A heart stirred.

Did Ran have feelings for you? Surely he isn't. He's a playboy who knows how to make someone feel good through affirmation. Another reason why he's the most popular member.

*~~*~~*

Then you and everyone talked, due to English assignments. And by the time there's a pop quiz, Ran stopped and said, "I keep hearing you humming during the Disney cartoon. Is that your favorite movie?"

"I like Beauty and the Beast, and Mulan and Aladdin, and Tarzan--The Little Mermaid is one of the top five favorite Disney movies."

"I want to go to sleep," Sanzu said.

"Do you want to fail?" you said.

"I can copy off from someone else. I mean what's the point of learning when I can just use translation. We have technology."

"Sometimes translations are unreliable. They can give off the wrong impression on someone--some people out there, they get offended so easily. One time I tried to practice Japanese to someone, and he got pissed--doesn't want to talk to me and left. I kept saying and pronounced the wrong thing, and it ended up being so inappropriate. So I ended up going to Japanese classes--ones that doesn't feel basic. I just wanted a good challenge, so that it'd be worth it in the end."

"You did good," Ran said.

You smiled at him. "Thank you. Alright, we should take a break. Do you know where the restroom is?"

"Pass down from the living room on your right--first door," Kakucho said.

"Thank you." And with that, you left, shutting the door.

Kakucho watched you, and until you come back, he still watches the door.

With a shadow hovering over Kakucho, he glanced over to see smiling Ran. He's already creeping Kakucho out.

*~~*~~*

Ran and Kakucho spoke alone, making an excuse of bringing more snacks and proper meal in. As Kakucho entered the kitchen, Ran followed, and said, "She's cute, isn't she?"

"Yeah...she is," Kakucho said.

"Feisty, too."

"I guess so."

Then Kakucho is backed to the wall. This time, Ran's smile turned into grim. "I saw the way you look at (y/n), but your love for Mariko runs deep. Let me give you a warning. She's not someone to be trifled with."

"You only know (y/n) for a few days, she hasn't said much to you. Besides, since when do you care about (y/n)?"

"But her character does. I'm not stupid. Whatever you're thinking right now, you're thinking of Mariko, instead. I have my eyes set on her. If you dare to hurt her by mixing with your feelings with Mariko towards (y/n), you're going to regret this for life."

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[thirstnotes]

| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Eight - Impatient Clark |

Pairings - Clark Kent x AFABBlackPlusSizedClark

Warnings: Sprung Clark, Language, Typos, Rambling, Smut (Minors DNI), Morals?WhatMorals?Clark, Kiss Stealing Clark, mildly conflicted reader, oral

If you don’t like it, don’t read it

"Haven't seen you by yourself in a while. Going well?" Lois winked, picking out vegetables, presumably for their stew.

"Pretty much," he said, unsure why he'd even followed her into the pantry in the first place. Well. He knew why. It was because you'd insisted, determined to help him get his match before it was all said and done.

He looked out at the kitchen, but you had disappeared and his eyes searched a bit before settling on Lois again, who had crossed his line of vision again.

"Pretty much? I'd say it's going very well considering you two can't seem to keep your hands off each other."

"No more than you and Luke," he laughed, though completely distracted. Luke was still at their station, texting and scrolling through his phone. A moron, yes, but at least he wasn't trying to slither into your space.

Where did you go?

His eyes found your car still parked in the parking lot and you were rummaging through it's trunk. For what was anyone's guess, but eventually you'd stopped and sat in the open space.

"Nothing like us, actually. It's not official or anything. It's just kinda fun," Lois went on, oblivious to his inattentive ears.

"Really?" he hummed, sounding amused. Were you upset at him for going? Maybe he should've stayed and just fuckin told you that this stopped being about Lois days ago.

"Yeah, I mean, it's totally casual. If you, say, asked me out tomorrow, I'd say yes. Well, when I say you, I mean anyone really, not you per se. I don't think that you would, since you seem pretty serious about Y/N," she babbled with a laugh. His eyes rolled from the lot to her.

"We're still feeling it out, but something like that."

"I can tell," she shrugged with a laugh, grabbing a couple of potatoes and a tomato to add to her basket, "If I could find a guy that looks at me like you look at her, I could finally settle down."

It was a generous opening she'd put out there for him, but he genuinely couldn't care less. His fixation on you had finally taken full hold. You owned his every thought. Once upon a time, he'd have jumped on the chance to raw her right there in that pantry, but he wanted nothing more than to wish her well and raw you in that parking lot.

His eyes found you again and he could see you strolling slowly back, biting your lip with a naughty smirk. Much like when you were texting him before your date with Bruce.

Jealousy flared in him again. There was no way Luke put that smile there. It had to be Bruce.

He took a deep breath and tapped her chin. "You will in no time."

With that, he held the door for her and guided her out before returning to your station to wait for you. He hadn't registered the mildly disappointed look on Lois's face as she left his side to rejoin Luke, nor the lingering stare she gave you when you'd returned casually from outside. He was trying to check the damage. You looked much happier and your heart was beating faster. He resisted the urge to scowl.

"Where'd you disappear off to?"

You washed your hands again before kneading the dough one last time and setting it into the oven. "Just getting some air. How'd it go?"

He couldn't stand it. He wanted so badly to tell you he could see you texting your Sugar Daddy. To watch your pretty eyes widen with a little guilt and revel in watching you squirm while you tried to spare his feelings and play down your relationship with the billionaire.

It was truly adorable to watch you pretend you didn't see your relationship with him as anything more than a ruse

He affected you

He just needed to get you to admit it

His eyes rolled from you to Lois, who was feeding Luke something. You looked from them to him with a frown.

"Not well?"

His eyes floated to the oven where the dough was slowly rising. This was it. He saw the perfect corner to back you into. "Very well, actually. She informed me that she and Luke aren't actually official...thennnn, in so many words, she asked me out."

Your eyes widened at the tea he was pouring. "Get out. What did you say?!" you hissed quietly, like a hopeless gossip. So fuckin cute.

"I...told her that I was deeply in love with my girlfriend," he lied with a heavy breath, his eyes meeting yours.

He could see a full range of emotions cross your face. You were trying to make sense of his self-sabotage, which was a given, considering all that he'd done to make this slam dunk happen. Which was valid. It was kind of a ballsy move to just tell you how he felt.

He wasn't nearly as direct as Bruce, who seemed to take a sadistic pride in his brutal honesty, but he liked to think he was pretty honest. Diana called him "downright devious" when a situation called for it, but he had to disagree. He simply liked it when things went his way and there wasn't anything wrong with that. Especially when end justified the means. What's a little manipulation if it meant he'd have you. You, who wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

He didn't know what you were thinking about his sudden U-turn, but he was ready for whatever you were going to do. Even if it was less than pleasant.

After all, he had used you

Now he was telling you it was you he wanted all along

So he'd not be surprised if you were pissed at him for taking you in circles

He deserved it

But at least now you knew

Which was fine

You'd calm down eventually

Even if you didn't and hated him

At the very least he knew you were attracted to him

He could work with that

So long as you were his

He heard a small snickering beside him and his brows furrowed.

Okay, maybe he wasn't ready for that reaction

"I never thought I'd see Golden Boy Clark Kent chicken out."

"What?"

You looked at him curiously, smile fading. "Or. Are you planning on keeping her dangling on the hook for a while?"

Of fuckin course. You didn't believe him.

He breathed a frustrated laugh, using the leverage of the situation to pull you in front of him, weaving his fingers through yours. "Something like that."

You beamed triumphantly, responding perfectly, your body resting against his. "Mmh. See. I know you. That's pretty slick. Kind of messed up, but I respect the game."

"Thanks."

What game?

He was beginning to question if he had any game at all

After all, the woman he wanted was in his hands physically, but she couldn't be further from his grasp

Anyway, your bread bowl baked well, but came out a bit lopsided

Which was fitting, consider that whole day was fucked to pieces by the time class had ended

You were both back in the car, the savory smell of your hard work wafting through the car.

He scrolled through his phone quietly, listening to you talk about how proud you were of your bread bowl with a small smile on his face

"Did you have fun?" you asked, looking towards him. His eyes rolled to you.

"Yeah, some."

He wanted to ask who you were texting so badly

You frowned. "Are you having second thoughts about the Lois Thing?"

Depends on your definition of said Lois Thing

The Lois Thing as in "his feelings for Lois altogether"

or

The Lois Thing as in his "ploy" to keep Lois guessing and wanting more

Because the latter isn't even a thing

But you probably meant that one

"Actually, I kind of enjoy the chase," he admitted, his eyes floating to the road.

"I noticed."

His eyes rolled back to you. "I take it you don't approve?"

"The opposite actually. I think everybody likes to be pursued sometimes."

"That include you?" he smirked, parroting your question from days ago.

You hummed a laugh. "Especially me."

He smirked.

Oh you had no idea how long he was willing to chase you

He was reaching his breaking point

Every second your delicious scent wafted past his nose, he felt his control slipping

An image of your towel slipping from your yummy curves flashed past his thoughts and he swallowed

He really needed to stop.

You both pulled to the front of his apartment and got out of the car to grab his half of the food from your backseat. He followed, eyes following your movements as you slowly rounded the car, typing on your phone.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking between you and your screen.

"Putting the ball in Lois's court," you said, biting your lip with a sly smile.

He frowned, somehow not liking the direction this was going. You shrugged, your fingers working on a thoughtful explanation. "I'm gonna tell her we broke up. That way, she'll drop Luke like a hot brick, call you up, and you'll be in there."

"You're really okay with doing that for me."

It was more of a judgmental statement than a question. You raised a brow at him.

"Of course? I mean. You annoy the hell out of me, but I like to think we've grown to be friends to some degree.”

It was official

He'd absolutely kill for you

"Sure," he smirked with an exasperated laugh.

"What, we're not?" you laughed back.

"Oh, the very best," he surrendered, hands up in mock defense. You rolled your eyes with a laugh, shifting your weight to your other leg at his sass and sarcasm. So fuckin cute.

"Look here, Mr. Sassyass,” you chided, tapping his chest with your phone for emphasis. “I’m doing you a favor. You could at least show a little gratitude.”

Well. If you insist

He dipped in, his lips stealing yours again with another soul crushing kiss. Your phone slipped from your hand and it clattered to the ground, landing somewhere under the car. Or the sidewalk. Somewhere. Whatever. He didn't give a fuck where it went. Neither did you, evidently. You were more preoccupied with running your hands through his curls, tasting him as much as he was tasting you. It was incredibly satisfying. He pulled back slowly, running his thumb over your soft, warm lips.

"I should go..." you breathed, your body betraying your words as your hands snaked up his chest to loop around his neck.

"You should..." he agreed, giving you another greedy peck.

"For real..." you warned weakly, pulling him closer.

"Mmhm..." he hummed, kissing you deeper this time, greedier still, savoring the way your body reacted favorably to him. You were melting into his kisses as if it were as natural as breathing.

“But,” you tried to rationalize between his needy pecks, “Bruce-“

“Doesn’t have to know.”

Ooh, what a delicious reaction

Your heart skipped a beat

Your body was decidedly warmer

Despite your moral reservations

You were excited

His mouth trailed from the corner of your mouth to your neck, to the exposed skin of your collar bone, stealing the breath you were trying to catch. You practically purred when his teeth scraped the skin there. Your fingers found his chin and you guided him to look at you.

“Upstairs.”

True. You were in public

Though the sidewalk was dark and practically dead, what few passersby flowing by, quietly minding their business

Not that he gave a fuck

You tasted so fuckin good. He wanted more.

He was drunk with satisfaction

...But perhaps you had a point.

Which is how you ended up in his bed, hovering over his face like a chandelier

It was truly a beautiful blur

Stripped clothes on the floor

Your lingerie mingling with his boxers

A heavenly mess

His hands hooked your beautiful thighs, pulling you down to meet his ready lips. Warm ready tongue swirling over the most sensitive part of you, drawing the most wanton sounds from your pretty, kiss-worn lips. Finally. You were his. Even if you went back to the stupid bat, for the moment, you belonged to him.

He didn’t see himself looking back.

You shuddered out something he didn’t comprehend until you were tugging his hair. His eyes flickered up to you and you looked down at him, holding on for dear life as your legs dangled over his shoulders. When had he sat up? His greedy, sloppy slurping slowed until it had ceased altogether, senses flooding back into him when he sensed your panic. He stood up and effortlessly set you onto your back, letting you process the truths that had just been exposed in the past 60 seconds. Once again, a full range of emotions crossed your eyes.

But truthfully, you didn’t look as terrified as he’d imagined

Your heart was only slightly elevated

Your body still warm

Possibly warmer

But you were shaking, no matter how subtle it was

He hadn’t pulled back far before you’d caught his forearm firmly. For once his heart was pounding out of his chest.

“I fuckin knew it,” was all you said before you pulled him in for a kiss for once. He felt relief wash over him as he let you take over.

Well.

For now anyway

(Part 9) (Part 7)

#thirstnotes #dc comics #reader insert #fanfic #clark kent x black reader #clark kent x reader #clark x reader #imagine #clark kent #clark kent x black plus size reader #rivals to lovers

[the-bloody-sadist]

#we don't support peer preasure in this house

Love your hashtag above.

Can I ask how do you deal with hurtful comments on your fanfics from someone you consider a friend? Like I know if some stranger send hurtful comments it felt bad but damn when someone you know said the same thing it felt worse. Early this year I was kicked out and blocked from an animanga lover group when they find out that I wrote mlm fanfics from major shounen series (naruto,bnha, aot, jjk). This what they said :

“I'm convinced you must have never had friends before because all of these relationships are perfect depictions of what PLATONIC friendship is. If you want a gay story support ACTUAL gay couples like in BL & GL manga. Do you know how frustrating it is to see people move mountains for a non canon ship that’ll never happen then ignore actual gay manga’s and anime’s in BL & GL anime/manga...."

What do you think? Even until now, I'm still feeling a bit guilty for liking non canon mlm and wlw ships from shounen series. But when I found your blog and read your posts, I felt way better. Especially that answer of yours to anon who asked is it weird to love mlm& wlw more than wlm. Thanks for sharing your hard work (analysis, fanfics, arts, reviews).

Sorry for my rants and for my weird feelings.....

Ohhhh this is so precious please don't apologize for sending me this ask, I love feelings and hearing about other peoples' experiences with them and how my art/accounts have somehow been relatable because of that.

The peer pressure in fandoms is absolutely insane and convinces me that the social aspect works the same as any high school full of bullies. There WILL be mean girls, there WILL be cliques, and if you're a creator like me, you're going to be a MAGNET for like ten different types of them.

As for how I deal with hurtful comments, I was raised in an environment that constantly shamed me. I was controlled from all sides on what I could draw, write, and consume, so I'm used to being shunned by those who "love" me because of what I'm interested in! Because of this, the hate comments were what I EXPECTED going in and the positive comments were actually the things that threw me for loops. Hurtful comments only had the power to nag at me when I didn't have an audience (or friends) to bounce them off of so they wouldn't keep popping up as a "do I actually do this, though?" "am I actually bad for this?". But now they don't bother me; they give me the chance to either make a troll reply or spice up my friends' group chat for the day.

As far as a FRIEND leaving a hurtful comment??? I have so much sympathy for you. I am SO sorry they treated you that way.

When I make friends, I tell them openly what I do and to what extent. This way, I gather the type of people I want and push away those who don't. If they think it's not okay, they're silly.

Those friends who kicked you out of their little club? SILLY. They think they're so pure and moral for gatekeeping what can and can't be done with creativity and passion. They won't ever know what it feels like to live as freely as you do. In the end, their opinion is an opinion that is largely not shared by the logical, rational public. Any professional in the art/film/writing industry can tell you that much. How else are we supposed to make stories? Have a little IMAGINATION!! DAMN!

I'm saying a lot of this because it's the best thing to tell yourself when you read things that are clearly meant to make you feel shame when you haven't done a single thing wrong. Since this is Tumblr and I can ramble to my heart's content, maybe it'll help you if I also point out the specific tools that have been used in that message they sent you. Sometimes a good breakdown of tactics is all it takes to remind yourself you're not in the wrong.

"I'm convinced you must have never had friends before" AKA "you're so ignorant" - invalidating your experiences to crumble any foundation you might've had to stand on if you wanted to argue back. Starting off with this helps them cut you down so your self-esteem is lowered.

"these relationships are perfect depictions of what PLATONIC friendship is" - their opinion is being stated here as a fact, as if the entire world agrees with them and there's no other way to see it. First of all, this means NOTHING to the shipping world, since it exists largely to turn friendships into romances. Idk what they wanted to do with that one.

"If you want a gay story support ACTUAL gay couples like in BL & GL manga" - I'm not sure what kind of burn that is. SUPPORT ACTUAL GAY COUPLES LIKE THE REST OF US!! Okay snuffledumpkins. Guess nobody taught them how to MULTITASK!!! GUESS WHAT? I CAN SUPPORT ACTUAL GAY COUPLES *AND* NON-CANON GAY COUPLES, FREAK! WHAT NOW, HUH??? Being serious though, this is an attempt to define for YOU what ''''''true gay couples'''''' are (ACCORDING TO THEM), when this is an entirely fluid meaning and can be applied to whomever you'd like in fiction. This is THE PURPOSE OF FANFICTION.

"Do you know how frustrating it is to see people move mountains for a non canon ship that’ll never happen then ignore actual gay manga’s and anime’s in BL & GL anime/manga...." AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA! (inhales) AAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH imagine being so stupid that you don't know how much better LGBT representation can be in fanfiction and non-canon works than in actual BL/GL works. Imagine thinking that the only way you are allowed to enjoy BL/GL relationships is through canon couples, otherwise you're not helping the cause. Here's the biggest thing to remember: they don't give a fuck about the cause. They are using that language as a way to shame you. Oh you think these friends are in love??? You must not support LGBT people in real life. You must not support ACTUAL stories about ACTUAL gay people.

The logic jump is LAUGHABLE.

Ughhhh, what a long rant from me. But your last paragraph absolutely WARMED my heart, minus the part about feeling guilty. Let me just...[shines spotlight down on you][metal screech][picks up megaphone] YOU ARE NOT IN THE WRONG FOR WANTING FICTIONAL FRIENDS TO FICTIONALLY FUCK EACH OTHERS' BRAINS OUT!!! YOUR FEELINGS ABOUT THIS MATTER, HOWEVER, ARE VERY UNDERSTANDABLE AND SHOULD NOT BE INVALIDATED, BECAUSE BULLYING IS A DIFFICULT THING TO DEAL WITH AND CAUSES VERY COMPLICATED FEELINGS REGARDLESS OF WHAT IS RIGHT OR WRONG. YOU ARE A WONDERFUL PERSON AND YOUR FICTIONAL PREFERENCES DO NOT DEFINE YOU. BE FREE, LITTLE BIRDIE! SHIP THE MASSES OF BOYS AND GIRLS IN RELATIONSHIPS THAT ANIME LOVES TO TEASE ON PURPOSE WITHOUT ACTUALLY FOLLOWING THROUGH WITH A ROMANCE SUBPLOT BECAUSE THEY'RE COWARDS!!!! THEY CAN BE ACTUAL GAY COUPLES TOO! BECAUSE YOU SAID SO! AND THAT'S OKAY!!!!

[puts the megaphone down][coughs]

I hope that helps. :D Thank you for the ask, and much love to you! It means a lot that you appreciate my work and my analyses and my opinions enough to ask me about such a painful subject.🖤

You are, in fact, quite normal for your opinion, and my entire audience would agree.

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[felicity38fornow]

Kate Bishop | Priorities

Summary: Reader comes face-to-face with his girlfriend, whom he hasn't heard from for days.

Kate Bishop x Reader

Warning: Angst, longing, little cries, some tantrums.

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You were so worried that Kate hadn't returned any of your calls in the past week and her mom was arrested yesterday. You had your eyes and ears on the phone. You've been watching the news channels so much lately that you didn't care about the gangs that spread terror everywhere.

All you wanted was a message that your girlfriend was safe.

Even you yourself were tired of torturing yourself by remembering your last fight.

Your eyes are filled with tears. Your nose twitched again. You thought your tears had already run out. You're so tired and worn out, but you haven't heard from Kate.

You left the balcony floor where you collapsed with a tired sigh. Maybe even if it was Christmas, Kate wouldn't be near her. Your heart clenched and you stood for a moment on the doorframe. You've been beating yourself up for days and thinking of possibilities that should never have occurred to you, but it had never occurred to you. You didn't even give a chance. Because that's not what your Kate does. She was someone who always loved to give her love and attention. She was never a coward, she stood up and never gave up.

But ... what if she gave up?

What if she's gone?

"No, no," you said, trying to console yourself. Blinking your tired and sore eyes, you tried to get rid of the scary scenarios in your mind. "She will be back."

Kate didn't come back that day.

And in the last three days ahead of it.

When Christmas passed, you apologized to your family and made the excuse that you were too busy at work. You also added that you are planning something special with your girlfriend. They never made it a problem since they've known Kate since you were kids, and they invited you both on their next vacation.

'If she's here,' you stipulated. You didn't even know if she was alive or not.

The cops weren't very helpful to you. After people who returned five years after the blip, there were so many reports of missing persons that no one was even going to be given priority. Of course you were pissed that Kate wasn't on the priority line, but there was nothing you could do. She was all you could do, she.

In your shared flat, the house actually belongs to Kate, it had been a day or so since she had packed some of her belongings into the suitcases. You never gave up on Kate, but standing in a house full of her memories for twenty-four hours was torture. Also, the thought of her leaving you was growing stronger with each passing hour. You just hoped she wouldn't at least do it unawares. Even though she was never like that in all the long years you've known, you both became different people as you grew up. Maybe it was because of her college friends; Could she have hit her head? But you talked to all her friends. Maybe it was because your last fights were so violent? But each time you won each other's hearts.

God... Then why? Why hasn't your girlfriend been around for the last week and a half?

Didn't you do anything? Or have you done something wrong? Forgot to take out the trash? Did you hurt her? Did he think she had given up on him?

Or ... Did something happen to her?

Your heart is tight, you tightened the cabinet doors you were holding. The scattered image you could see in the mirror made you grimace. You looked awful. You're so devoted to finding Kate that you can't even remember if you ate a few hours ago. You didn't eat. Your weight dropped, your face sunk, and you always felt sad. Maybe you didn't realize that much until now, but Kate was the center of your life. She was by your side all your childhood. You grew up with it.

But she is no more.

You sighed.

You took your backpack from your bed, which had been tidy for days, and started pulling the suitcase that had been standing by the door. You didn't want to leave here, but the loneliness began to feel very difficult.

You closed doors that you left open. You're starting to check the windows for the last time. As you walked towards the hall, you heard low voices. Your heart pounded with fear and excitement. Could it have been Kate? Then who was the other person? You tried to maintain your composure.

Kate, who was arguing quietly with Clint, watched your arrival with longing. You stood at the entrance, looking at her expressionlessly. Kate wasn't used to you acting this way. However, she missed you so much that your actions did not go unnoticed. "Baby," she started to pace you.

But suddenly you took a step back, glaring at her sternly. At the same time, you didn't understand what you were doing. Kate hesitated at your movement. "Hold back." You said calmly.

"I know it's very confusing, but I'll explain everything to you-"

"I'm going,"

"You wouldn't believe what happened with Clint - What?" She didn't hesitate. "What do you mean I'm going?"

Your eyes touched the man she called Clint for a few seconds. "You stay with Clint. I mean, I'm going." You said keeping your calm. You weren't sure what to feel. "I'm sorry about your mother. Really. And if you have time, give my family some excuses, please."

"Y/N,"

"Thanks, Kate. Anyway. Nothing matters anymore, right? Besides, there's no excuse for me lying at the police station for a week and a half thinking something happened to you, right?" You mocked. "Oh, or it could be. I'm not worth it after all, huh?"

She gasped for thinking that way. Clint turned to Kate, realizing that the two of you were going to have a private conversation. "I'll be waiting downstairs." He left saying.

You looked behind the man with your mocking eyes. Besides being with the former Avengers member for weeks instead of being with you, she had even seen a message a lot. You couldn't forget that you slept in police stations at night. It's not that easy.

"Honey, I understand that you are angry." Kate began, but couldn't go on when you laughed nervously. Being angry? She really couldn't think that she was just angry. Disappointment burned all her cells. Weren't you justified in being angry?

"Anger? You think I'm angry?" You said with your voice getting louder. "Am I really angry? I've been running around for you for days, dead or alive, to find you. Just texting me was all it took."

"Everything happened so fast and dangerous. I didn't have time to tell anyone, I couldn't communicate with anyone."

"Then how did they arrest your mother?" ' you asked in a calmer tone. You weren't sure how to feel. Even being angry made you tired. Kate was tiring you out right now. Even if you're going crazy with longing, you can't ignore the part where you were wronged.

She didn't answer. Kate pushed you out of there as she started to put heroism at the center of her life. She didn't notice that. Right and wrong became the only thing that mattered to her as she faced the hero she had followed for years and fought back to back. Kate didn't really realize it, but she would understand that it was losing you. She had to set new priorities while you held her before her. Especially if he's going to keep doing this.

"I'm going, Katie," you said softly. You gripped your suitcase tightly and supported yourself from within. "Maybe it's your turn to think."

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[writingbyshiloh]

Dating Micheal Bluth Headcanons

Micheal Bluth x Reader

Word count: 847

AN: MAN I love Michael, I had so much fun writing this. I LOVE the idea of the reader being Gob's magic assistant so I went with that for the start

I LOVE the idea of being Gob's magic assistant and dating Michael!!!! 

You saw an ad for being a magicians assistant and applied to it because of a dare

To your surprise, you got the job! It may have had something to do with Gob saying your good looks would be a distraction 

Gob ended up being a great teacher and helping you understand each trick, actually listening to your input and getting you certified with the magic alliance. Most important he was minimally creepy

You knew about his family from the rants he would go on but you haven't met them

Lucille “hired” (told Michael to hire) Gob and you for a company party

Immeadily you notice the attractive but displeased man in the front

You try to bring him on stage for a trick, which Gob shoots down immediately. After pressing him for the information you learn that the man is indeed Michael. 

Suddenly everything makes a lot more sense

After the show, Michael comes over to tell you what a great performance you did 

You were thirsty after cheering and performing for the hour, which lead to you standing at the bar, trying to flag the bartender for a drink. 

While waiting the man - Michael - leaned against the bar next to you. 

“Hey. I wanted to tell you that you were amazing” he said, turning to face you, and extending a hand. “I’m Michael, Gobs brother” 

You took his hand and introduced yourself.

“I’ve heard a lot about you from Gob. He never told me how good-looking you are” It must have been the excitement from performing, you typically were that bold. You could see a blush creeping up his face. 

After buying you a drink (and you pointing out that it is a company party, he is technically buying all the drinks) you exchange numbers 

Michael is hesitant to get involved because he remembers the last time he got involved with Gob's girlfriend. Gob tells him that you shot Gob down every time he asked you out.

I can't stop thinking about what a romantic Michael is in early season one. Once he gets your number he is brainstorming first date ideas to make it perfect

Obviously with his family and their problems he has trouble coming up with an idea. You suggest that he comes over to your house for dinner and to get away from his family for it bit. 

You open the door, excitement and nerves churning in your stomach. On the other side is Michael, holding a dozen roses in one hand and a nice bottle of wine in the other. You feel your face break into a grin and dramatically sweep your arm to welcome him inside. 

Honestly, I think he wouldn't spend the night the first time. The dinner was great, and you definitely enjoyed the wine and the conversation. There would definitely be some kissing but he would leave before anything serious happened

From then on, he tried to spend any free time with you, which is not a lot. You would bring him lunch when he was too busy to leave the office and sit and chat with him. Definitely would have a sneaky makeout session in his office

I can't stop thinking about how you would end up spending the night with him at the model home and scaring Gob the next day by quietly sneaking down and throwing flash paper before appearing. Gob screams while Michael rolls his eyes affectionately

The thing Michael does where he kisses someone and holds their face with both hands 

Michael with the sleeves rolled up (not a hc but I felt it should be included)

He tries to keep you away from the rest of his family at first, but you remind him that you work with/for Gob

Lisney loves you, I feel like she always wanted a sister. The first time Michael brings you to a gathering Lidnesy pulls you aside and talks to you the whole evening - about everything. She's Michaels's twin so she knows how happy you make him, but she also knows every embarrassing thing he has ever done. She also loves having someone for "girl talk" about her attempt at an open relationship 

You've met Lucille from being Gob's magic assistant but she seems pleased that you are dating Michael. She tells you that it's been too long and it's good that he got himself out there. 

The last member of the family is George Michael. Michael cares deeply for his son and wants to be sure that you will be in his life for a while before you two meet. 

Overall Michael is a caring and supportive partner who cares for you 

Especially once he considers you family. From then on, he will do ANYTHING you need. You are both lying down in bed but do you want a glass of water? He is already running the tap. Do you want to go to a restaurant? He already has the restorations made. 

#Michael Bluth #arrested development #Michael Bluth x reader #arrested development fan fiction #shiloh writing

[misc-obeyme]

So uh... this Princess Rose event, huh??

I don't even know where to start! I wasn't gonna write a post about it 'cause I have too many thoughts, but damn it I couldn't resist so here we are.

SPOILERS & SCREENSHOTS under the cut.

SPOILERS & SCREENSHOTS under the cut.

First of all. I love that Mammon's initial motivation for all of the following shenanigans is "business deals." Like... my man, do you even hear yourself?? And then how his whole pitch is that he's holding up the economy? I wouldn't have accepted that nonsense from anyone else, that's for sure.

And let's be real, Asmo's assertion that his beauty makes other people happy was also something I let slide due to my affection.

What can I say, I love both Mammon and Asmo so very much.

I mean, to be fair, financial security is definitely nice and certainly reduces stress. So he's not wrong.

Oh no! Not a recession! Once again... are you hearing yourself!?!?

I will say that the non key route was once again a complete disappointment. You don't even find out what happens at the end?? It's just them being like, oh yeah? We'll see who wins! And then it ends. So you don't actually see who wins at all unless you play the keyed route. Sometimes the non key route is okay, but for other events it's pretty pointless. This was one of those.

Aside from that, though, I quite enjoyed this event. It was sufficiently hilarious, courtesy of the other brothers being their usual selves.

MAMMON IN THIS EVENT THOUGH.

We already knew that when Mammon wants something, he will work hard for it. This is further evidence of that because he chooses Lucifer to teach him ON PURPOSE knowing full well that Lucifer will not go easy on him. And then he steps up to the challenge!

However, I quite liked how Asmo wasn't a slacker, either. He wasn't like oh I'm pretty so I've got this in the bag. No, he chooses Barbatos and also works hard to get himself ready.

And like despite EVERYBODY expressing how they don't think these guys are gonna get anywhere, they both bust their asses anyway.

Asmo is not having it, guys.

Have some faith, Lucifer.

I'm pretty sure this was the only thing Luke said in this event, but he didn't hold back, huh?

BUT THEN.

That ending.

Sir. I'm going to need you to stop being so cute. My life depends upon it.

I think you could say that while they ended up being twin princesses, neither one of them would have won without the other. I think it was the fact that both of them sacrificed their own chances in order to help the other that caused them to win. Because doing something like that really demonstrated the nobility that they were looking for in the first round.

It's just more proof of how the brothers truly care about each other. Even if they argue all the time, when things get serious they can count on each other.

Can I tell you how excited I was when Asmo was ready to go run down that demon with MC? I liked that he was so badass about it and just kind of kept brushing off MC when they were like aren't you late for the show?! Can't you let me handle this?! And he was just like nope, I won't stand for any demon smearing my brother's reputation like that.

I really think they need to let Asmo be a little more evil. Like yes, he's beautiful and he has perfect skin, but he will absolutely kick your ass and he won't even break a nail doing it.

Overall, I greatly enjoyed this event. I really need to go back and play the other Dame event on Lonely Devil I just haven't gotten to it yet.

Now for some random screenshots that made me lol.

Yes, okay, please go ahead.

I loved that Lucifer said this to MC. He's so done with everything, he's just like please stop trying to make jokes.

At least he's honest.

Beel demonstrating his unusual type of synesthesia - the ability to taste numbers.

New tongue twister just dropped!

Okay and Levi in this event had so many excellent one liners, he gets his own section. I can't deny that I'm on a bit of a Levi-loving kick lately, so maybe that's why, but I just thought he was so funny.

He's so precious.

Okay, I'm done. I always take too many screenshots and then I want to post them all. Because I just think all these guys are so funny. I can't help it.

I realize that I didn't mention anything about the gender aspects of this event, what with the whole Dame situation, but do I really need to? I've seen some excellent posts about that already. And honestly, anyone who thinks that the Devildom doesn't already have completely different ideas on gender hasn't been paying attention.

And also I don't have time to write anymore, this post is already too long. I apologize for the length lol. But thank you for reading!

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