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doopy-n-loopy · 3 years

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Yan!TF2 × reader headcannons (SFW and NSFW)

// obsessive tendancies, mentions of violence, blood, sexual themes, noncon

[SFW]

Let's start with the defense classes

Defense:

Demoman

Deffo didn't admit that he loved you

Tbh he probably blamed it on his drunkenness

But dude you're always drunk

I mean seriously if he sobers up he'll genuinely die so like-

He would usually drink with you or just around you if you don't drink

He's generally a fun chill guy to be with

He would watch you from a distance at times, especially during battle you might distract the cyclops

He's okay with you asking questions

One time he broke his eyepatch and needed a new one

You gave him a nice black eyepatch with the demoman emblem on it

He gets all red whenever you say his full name, because he knows you remembered it

He is generally against kidnapping, I mean especially since he lives with his ma he'd rather not

And because he's a gentleman

If you ever reciprocate his feelings he'll make sure to treat you right

He is a messy person but for you? He'll clean

Probably would get carried away and make home made bombs with all the cleaning supplies 🤦‍♂️

Takes you to meet his mom

"ooo Tavish, yer gonna get me some grand kiddos are ya?"

That made you both blush like crazy

Soft cheek kisses

Probably made a special bomb and named it after you

"this one's for you, luv!" *Proceeds to set off all stickybombs which blows up the entire enemy team*

Blew up the last guy who looked at you funny

Hell, even worse when they make a sexual remark to you scout probably did it

Likes to give you your space but when he's paranoid he follows you to wherever or watched you from a distance

Heavy

Two words: big boy

Hugs are 10000000000/10

Sometimes it fewls suffocating but man it's like hugging a cloud

Soft forehead kisses

Russian pet names

He sometimes lets you touch Sasha, that's how he knows he loves you because he doesn't even let medic, his best friend, touch her

Probably named a gun after you or one of the pet names he calls you

You definitely met his family and they loved you

Zana especially

Doesn't get jealous easily but will not hesitate to unload 12 pounds of bullets into someone who even LOOKS at you the wrong way

Lord have mercy on the ones who dare flirt with you, rest in pieces scout

Doesn't really follow you anywhere (you're a bit too fast for him) but he does watch you and check up on you

He preforms okay on the battlefield but when you're around, he'll show off

Will cook for you, mainly russian dishes

He's very against kidnapping and would rather not do it

Doesn't shut up about you when he's around medic

Engineer

F l u f f y

Very softspoken in general but he gets all flustered when you talk to him

Will check up on you occasionally

"Darlin'" "Honey bunny" things like that y'know

Huge smile when you're around

Will cook for you most definitely, knows what you like

Makes little robots for you

Likes seeing you use his dispenser

Doesn't get jealous easily either but will try and take you away from someone who wants your attention

Likes just having you in his presence, doesn't need to talk to be happy with you around

Very very against kidnapping like all other defense classes, wouldn't do it unless if he truly felt the need to, last resort kind of thing

The last guy who flirted with you had a sentry gun shoved up his ass

Doesn't really follow you anywhere

Offense:

Scout

Nothing short of a horomonal teenager

I mean he's 21 but

He gets so giddy around you, very loud, tries to show off

He loves you very much

"oh yeah? Well I once absolutely smashed a guy into peices, he was still screaming when he was dead!"

He brags about brutal things but hey you love it since you're also brutal

Flexes his non-existent muscles around you

Would talk about his mom to you all day

Definitely got a tattoo of your face and name somewhere on his body, most likely his bicep

Your name is probably misspelled too but you never say anything about it because he can't read so it's fine

He hasn't really thought about kidnapping in all honesty, again, a last resort kinda thing if he can't get you to love him

He will make a damn SCENE if anyone flirts with you

"you think that's funny, chucklenuts? I eat guys like you for breakfast lunch AND dinner!" "I'll blow yer freakin head off if ya talk to y/n like that again!" Would definitely drag you away

God help anyone that makes you uncomfortable, he'll fuck them up, if that person is medic I mean he'll try to but we all know how fucking scary medic is

Follows you at times

Pyro

"Mphmphmpph"

Seems more lovey around you

Definitely gave you a hand full of the enemy's bloody bones thinking it was a bouquet of flowers

Absolute baby

Just so precious, scary but precious

Hugs for days

Good luck trying to get their ass off of you when you're on cease-fire

Very warm though, they smell like smoke with a bit of blood

Likes petting you

Isn't against the idea of kidnap because they don't realize what they're actually doing, they think they're just taking you to a magical place

Snuggles

When someone flirts with you their whole world changes

Gets angry and starts yelling at them

"MPHMPHMOHMPHHH! MPHMPHNHUMAHUMA!" - Pyro 2021

Will not let you get a checkup alone, he trusts medic but not with you

Very sweet tho, he'll turn around when you need to strip down

Will follow you almost EVERYWHERE and if they can, while holding your hand

Soldier

Yells at you a little less than the others

At first doesn't realize how he feels but then realizes that he loves you

Is pretty protective over you

Rants about America all day to you

Probably got you an american flag to wear

Doesn't really take off his helmet but he likes seeing you in it, makes him proud

If you ever live with him you'll find out that he owns like 20 racoons

"YOU ARE CUTER THAN A RACOON" "YOU WILL BE SAFE ON THE BATTLEFIELD, DO YOU HEAR ME MAGGOT?"

He loudly wakes everyone up in the morning but tries to avoid waking you up

Loves you as much as he loves America

Will show off on the battlefield for you

Isn't against kidnapping you, he probably did it early on if you showed immediately that you didn't reciprocate his feelings

Will blow any guy that hits on you to absolute bits

"MAGGOT DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU WILL LEAVE THE LADY/MAN ALONE THIS INSTANT!"

Probably put you on his back and rocket jumped just to show you what it felt like

Follows you around a lot, it's really obvious because he wears a bucket over his head and crashes into things, when you look back he'll stand behind a lamp post or somewhere really obvious

Support

Ah yes, everyones favorite class including mine

Sniper

Very quiet

Takes secret glances at you

Pays more attention to you than the others

S h y

Asks how you are, how you slept, etc

Doesn't really need to be holding you, tbh he's against PDA

But he likes being in your presence

Just sit down next to him and he'll be fine

When he's on the battlefield, he'll look for you and make sure you're safe

God forbid anyone try to hurt you, he'll make them suffer

Talks about Australia to you and accidentally admitted that he wanted to take you there

Doesn't like the idea of kidnapping but he isn't totally against it, I can see him doing it

He smuggled you all the damn way to Australia

He'll nonchalantly show off to you on the battlefield, he'll let you get cornered and come in to save the day

"love" is a word he uses a lot with you

Will grumble to himself if he sees someone flirting with you

If it's a random person, well, that'll be the last time you ever see them

Has talked about you to his parents

Kind of follows you? I mean he sits atop a high placeand watches you through his scope whenever you're going somewhere

Spy

SEDUCTIVE ASF

He knows what he's doing

Will kiss your hand a lot

Likes to flirt with you and see you blush

"honhonhon"

Sleazy french fucker

Watched you from afar at first then approached you a little later

Isn't against the idea of kidnapping, pro kidnapping, definitely did it not only to have you to himself but for some sort of sexual satisfaction

Just very uh... Lewd? Can't find the right word

He treats you very respectfully though

If he hears anyone else flirting with you he'll be fuming but won't show it

"Oh please, like you could EVER satisfy y/n's desires"

That person mysteriously disappeared that night

Very cocky bastard

Definetly follows you home, not only that but he watches you through your window

And stalks you

He knows everything about you

Would get you either by knocking you unconscious or by blackmailing you

Medic

B a s t a r d

Gets LOUD when you're around

And giddy

Very touchy, always has a reason to put his hands on you

Talks a lot with you around, I mean he already talks a lot but now he won't shut up

Keeps his office nice and clean for you

He restocks on everything so when you come around you can take a loot at all his medicines

Big smile :D

Like spy he is not at all against kidnapping you

Makes sure you're comfortable during checkups

Will make you wait to be seen last just so he can take his time touching your body

"it's all part of the procedure".mp3

Compliments you in weird ways, ex: "your skin is so smooth and lovely, it's the perfect texture to make leather out of" "you have an amazing colon"

Look he's just trying his best here he has a screw loose

You're the only member who he's careful with really

Sometimes allows you to get hurt or has you get hurt by something just so you can see him

Always follows you wherever

Knows everything about you

If someone is flirting with you, he'll get quiet at first and use a low tone to speak to them

"you have guts talking to y/n like that"

They were never seen again

With kidnapping, he won't hesitate to use blackmail against you, or will just use anesthesia

Bonus: Pauling

Pauling

This lady values her work over her life, but to her you're so much more important

Will call you a lot on the battlefield to check in on you

Won't give you extremely hard missons to do because she doesn't want you to get hurt

"Hey (class), Pauling here. I need you... No not like that I just- I mean- for a mission yeah a mission"

Gets all flustered when you're around

Will take her only day off to spend time with you, what a sweetheart

Keeps multiple tabs on you

Follows you around

Doesn't really have time for kidnapping

But if it comes to that, she'll make something up so she has a reason to kidnap you

If anyone else is flirting with you she won't show that she's annoyed

She'll make something up as an excuse to execute them

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Defense

Demo

Has definitely thought of what you'd look like while naked

B l u s h

Has used a mental image of you to get off before

Probably has an actual photo of you

When he drinks a little more than usual, he'll accidentally brush his hand against your ass or get touchy with you

Will not force himself on you, he's 100% against that

If you decide to have sex with him, praise is what you're gonna get

"you're as beautiful as a shot of whiskey in the sunrise"

Very gentle with his hands

Heavy

Not the type to masturbate

Unless if he gets THAT worked up

Again, against forcing himself on you

But if you want it no doubt you will top

He's also gentle with you

And loving

Praise is all you're gonna get

Sometimes russian sometimes broken english

Either way he will worship your body

Engi

Again, a more modest guy, doesn't really touch himself

Might just use a robot to pleasure himself when thinking about you

Probably has a photo of you and him around his workshop

Never forces himself on you

He's sweet and gentle when you do want it though

Sometimes gets help from his robot friends

Offense

Scout

Gets off on thinking about you

Won't force himself on you though

Sexual remarks × 100

Calls you handsome/beautiful in bed

I wouldn't say he's the best in bed but hey he's good I guess

Cuddles after sex most likely

Probablh threw out all his sexual magazines because they just didn't do the trick anymore

Sometimes when he runs past you, your shirt/skirt gets lifted up by a gust of wind and he can't help but look ( ͡◉ ͜ ʖ ͡◉)

Since I hit the text limit, I'll be making a part 2, stay tuned

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popanalysis99 · 3 years

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Toxic Men in TV Series who are the absolute worst.

(TW: R*pe and Sexual Assault)

While there are some men who seem to be interesting, let’s not deny the fact that there are most male characters who act like their “toxicity” is cool but honestly, it’s horrible and something not to root for. So here are the toxic male characters who are the absolute worst, excuse my misandry:

Kevin McRoberts - Kevin Can F**k Himself

We had to start somewhere from the bottom of the underworld. A recent entry on this list, Kevin is the lead character Allison’s husband who...let’s just say has the brain of a dumb frat bro who is extremely high on pot and hasn’t recovered since then. While most of the sitcoms in the past would portray these so-called goofy and dim-witted husbands as “big fun” and lovable, Kevin is not like that, at all. In this anti-sitcom nightmare, Kevin literally believes that the whole world revolves around him. He plans such stupid unrealistic schemes to seize the day, recklessly spends the savings on stupid irrelevant sports merchandises and doesn’t even let Allison have her own agency outside of his life. Plus he is so petty and spiteful to the point he destroys one good thing that any of the women in the series have, like Allison’s dream job and Patty’s love life. And that latter was because she didn’t bring him a burger! All of this makes him look less funny and more tyrannical. No wonder poor Allison got spurred into wanting to kill him.

Ross Geller - Friends

Ross may seemed like a “nice guy”, but let’s just agree it was a facade. Ross believes that he knows what’s best for the women he dates in the series and thinks he is superior and is always right about everything. He is seems extremely disturbed over the fact that his ex-wife, Carol is a lesbian and is jilted towards her current wife, Susan and snarks at the latter for it. And then there is her extreme control and jealousy towards Rachel, especially in her career. While Rachel is no saint either, Ross jumps to the conclusion that the man who got her a perfect job wants to sleep with her, then goes out of his way to humiliate and mark his territory on her and even if it’s revealed that the said guy has a girlfriend of his own, Ross still doesn’t abandon his theory, unless he believes that the guy is cheating on his girlfriend with Rachel. And then there is the fact that he joined his student girlfriend on a spring break just to have her all to himself, not caring about the fact that what if one of his students or colleagues would’ve seen him on TV with her and that could’ve put him in a huge scrutiny.

Joe Goldberg - You

The show is basically built around how toxic Joe is, but this didn’t stop him from having his own fanbase apparently, with most of them glossing over his actions. But Joe is not a dream boyfriend at all. Once he sees a woman in front of him, he immediately gets obsessed with her and believes she belongs to him and him only. And to achieve that, he stalks her, he checks everything about her, kills people he believes are harmful to her when he himself is the same and when the woman finds out about him and rejects him, he kidnaps and kills her and the cycle begins again.

Chuck Bass - Gossip Girl

What is it with the teen drama industry’s obsession with the “Bad Boy who can be redeemed with love” trope? Chuck Bass is “the bad boy” of Gossip Girl. If his attempted rape of Serena and Jenny didn’t give fans an indication that how deranged he is, his violent and emotional abuse of his girlfriend Blair cements him as this. He slut-shamed women around him, hit Blair once and even traded her for a hotel ownership and somehow he gets a happy ending with her at the end! What?

Nate Jacobs - Euphoria

Nate is a star quarterback of his high school football team and seems like he has it all, but underneath, he is fucking deranged. His untamed manly rage causes him to physically and emotionally abuse his girlfriend Maddy and blackmail Jules, who didn’t do anything wrong but just sleep with his father, which makes me think that Nate is blackmailing her into lying to the cops about his assault on Maddy when she wasn’t even there when it happened just because it’s fun for him. Honestly, I’d like to see the imagine Rue and Jules had of killing him become a reality someday.

Dawson Leery - Dawson’s Creek

Just because the show is named after him since he is the protagonist, doesn’t justify his actions. Dawson sees himself as some sort of a Nice Guy hero who believes he is entitled to everything. He has this extreme view on women and how they should fulfil his fantasies of his Rom-Com world. He is extremely critical of Jen when he finds out about her promiscuous past and tells her that she should be ashamed of herself for it, and gets jealous when his two best friends Joey and Pacey begin dating. And when he was briefly in the movie business, he was a rookie but was already a primadonna with the director and crew of the movie was working on and insulted a film critic for criticising his movie which was actually bad.

Kilgrave - Jessica Jones

Kilgrave is the main villain of the Marvel-Netflix series Jessica Jones. He becomes obsessed with the titular heroine when she breaks off from his mind-control. Before that, he spent years treating her as his sex slave and raping her constantly, which left her traumatised. He begins to stalker and believe it will be a “lover’s reunion” when he will see her again someday. He manipulates and brainwashes everyone around him to his whim and treats most women as objects but despite all that, sees himself as the good guy of the situation. Even after Jessica finally gives him his just desserts, he still haunts her everyday.

Fernando Vera - Mr. Robot

This spawn of satan is the reason why I decided to write this list in the first place. Where do I even start? He is first introduced into the series when he forces Shayla to go on a date with her and later rape her. This is what causes the misandrist vigilante Elliot to sell him out to the FBI and this apparently turns on Vera and moves his unhealthy obsession to Elliot. He has Shayla killed when he tricks Elliot into breaking him out of prison, then returns to have him all to himself by kidnapping his therapist Krista and forcing information out of her about Elliot so that he could “break him and build him back up”, like a fucked up version of The Taming Of The Shrew. He psychologically abuses Elliot into remembering being sexually abused by his father as a child and proceeds to gaslight him into thinking that he was just helping him. The huge problem with Vera is that he sees himself as some sort of Christian Grey who believes that his abuse towards both Shayla and Elliot is charming. Whenever someone failed his desires, he immediately gets bored of them and moves onto someone else, like when he got Shayla killed and moved onto Elliot. That’s why it felt so cathartic when Krista killed him.

Tate Langdon - American Horror Story

Apparently, he is Tate Langdon and he is...hot?? While most of the AHS fans glorified him due to his emo bad boy nature, let’s not forget the fact that he was a school shooter who murdered innocent students and staff and was in general possessive and toxic towards Violet. So no way he is boyfriend material!

Don Draper - Mad Men

Don Draper was the main protagonist of Mad Men. He was an advertisement and marketing executive who had a lot of vices and did a lot of horrible things such as cheat on his wife and treat almost every women and colleagues like crap.

Dexter Morgan - Dexter

While Dexter might seem like the serial-killer killer, there are a lot of things about him which are unadmirable. He gaslights those he is close to so that they could get off his back, obstructs evidence pointing out to him, captures those who didn’t even fit his victims like Doakes and caused the deaths of LaGuerta, Rita and finally his sister Debra. Yeah I think you should stay away from him.

Walter White - Breaking Bad

Aaah..the worst of the worst. Walter White is the protagonist of the series Breaking Bad. He first starts off as a pushover high school teacher who isn’t respected by anyone. When he gets diagnosed with Lung Cancer, he gets into the meth business so that he could support his family, but we all know that it’s not true. He relishes on the power and glory from being a drug dealer and then kingpin and because of that he ends up abusing both Jesse and Skyler, emotionally abusing and selling out the former to the sadistic Nazis and raping the latter several times. He is so petty and spiteful that he kills anyone insulting his ego, just ask Mike. And even after all this, he still claims that it’s all for his family. Like what?

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0zerome0 · 2 years

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They all wanted her, but he needed you.

Heads up this will have a sex scene so go away under 18's

You were taking a gap year, preparing to go to university where you would study (subject of choice), because you were taking a gap year, you lived with your parents while earning money at your job as a cashier, which wasn't your desired amount of money but it was enough to spoil yourself every once in a while, you wouldn't know what to do if your parents made you pay rent for living in their home. you had some great friends as well, they were so supportive of you, never judged you for your appearance but never lied when a dress failed to make you look like the bomb shell you were, in all honesty, your life was nearly perfect, except from two things. Your scar and your sister. Your sister was in her last year before she too would take a gap year, or join the same university as you to make that hell for you as well. In reality she would have been nicer to you if it wasn't for your scar, which was HER fault, but every time you would try to remind her she'd say it was your choice. You got the scar in a fire when a metal pipe fell and would have killed your sister, you pushed her about the way but the pipe caught you from you hairline all the way down across your eye and ending at you cheek bone, the pipe seriously injured your eye to the point you practically blind in it. None the less she still bullied you for it, your parents were useless as they would just say she's younger and making jokes. They never knew what a horrible person she was, it was like they saw you and realized that one of their children was imperfect so they refused to believe the other was any thing from it. Now you were able to brush of the remarks and the verbal abuse from you sister after a year or two. What you couldn't brush of was the fact that she turned to different methods to ruin your confidence, and there was only one real was she thought she could do that. Have them want her. Every time you fell for someone and brought them home she would shamelessly seduce them to the point in which every single one left you for her. She would laugh every time you found out, you even walked in on her and your boyfriend at the time sleeping together when she quoted "they all want me." then would proceed with fucking your now ex. You haven't dated since then, it had been three months. You were quite surprised when she brought someone home, he was gorgeous, you could stare into his eyes for eternity, but something was of, it was almost as if he was wearing concealer to cover something. None the less you sat down and started eating while your sister started to brag about him. "This is h/n and he is (age)..." She started to babble, he was older than you, also taking a gap year. It wasn't until you sister said how long they had been dating until you realized. They had been dating for 7 months. She was cheating on him. Dinner was finished and it was your sisters turn to do the dishes much to her dismay, you took that opportunity to talk to him. You grabbed his wrist and ran to your room. "Look I know you might not believe and you don't have to but my sister is cheating on you!" You burst out. "I know." He calmly stated. "Then why are you still with her?" You asked now ever so confused. "Because I want the best revenge, and what could be better than fucking her worst enemy." He spoke. "Who is her worst enemy then." You wanted to know, possibly become friends and then team up against her. "Then one she goes on an on about being braver than her and smarter and more selfless and prettier even though her face is bestowed with a scar." He answered. You put the pieces together, she never thought you were ugly. She was jealous. "I see what she means about you being the prettier one, she wasn't wrong." He continued. Your mind racing at 1000 miles an hour. He wanted to fuck her worst enemy, said enemy being you. He wanted to fuck you. "I see you get it now." He chuckled, you had mumbled the last part. "But look at you, I don't want to fuck you.." he went on to say you heart plummeted to that pit in your stomach again, he was just going to sleep with to get back

at her. You didn't do one night stands, you thought they were disgusting, so you prepared to tell the strikingly handsome man Infront of you that you could assist in his revenge plan. "I need to." He finished. "I don't do one night stands." You told him. He chuckled to that. "Good thing I never wanted it to be." He said, what did he mean, but before you could ask your devil of a sister barged in. "What are you-" she didn't finish, she saw what she wanted to see, your mind twisted and him smirking, she though he had degraded you to a point of confusion. "We're watching a movie, come watch." She ordered, you and h/n following after her as she left to the living room. Smut below the line: ––––––––––––––––––––––––– You were halfway through the movie when a warn hand slithered up your thigh, you snapped you head to the direction of the hands origin and found h/n smirking while staring at the movie, you brushed it of until your panties where moved to the side and a finger grazed your clit, you breath hitched. You looked back at him and he was looking at you now, your eyes then saw your sister fast asleep. "What the hell are you doing." You whisper shouted. "Getting revenge." On that note he stood up and practically threw you over his shoulder so your ass was facing him and you torso behind him. He walk straight to your room and dropped you on your bed. While you struggle to process the entire situation his shirt is thrown in the corner of you room and your panties are stolen by him. "What wrong baby, see something you like?" He teased, you were subconsciously staring at his abs an V line. If he was going to be like that you were going to beat him at his own game. "Yeah, that hard cock your hiding." You teased back, you knew how cheesy that sounded and you somewhat hated it. But the reaction it got out of him was worth it, he was stunned, body had stilled. Until he chuckled, it was a villainous one, but it made you rethink teasing him back. With that he ripped you dress of, you weren't wearing a bra and his eyes locked at the sight of your pebbled nipples.he crawled on top of you and he looks you in the eye. " I need you to tell me you need and want this as much as I do." He asked, you nodding your head slowly, his soft yet dominant actions turned you on incredibly. "I need you to use your pretty voice." "Fuck so hard that my sister is forced to remember how fucking good she'll never feel." With that he smashed his lips into yours while he grabbed and groped at your tits, your hands roaming over his biceps, back and abs sometimes grazing his V line. You moaned into each other mouth, his tongue wandering into your mouth and tasting you like it was his last ever meal he would ever eat before his fate would be sealed by an electric chair. In fact the only reason your lips parted was so that you and him could get a breathe of oxygen that wasn't from each other. But he didn't go back to you lips, he went straight to your neck, determined to find your sweet spot, in which he finds in no time. The second that moan left your lips he had started war on that spot. Sucking, biting, licking and open mouth kissed just to see how many moans he could drag out, his mouth then moved to your left breast. Again using his mouth to drag out even more moans form your beautiful lips. But there was one place he really wanted to taste, and he wasted no time getting there, he didn't want to tease, you were being so good for him and before you knew it he was eating you out like a lion eating its first meal in days, his tongue circling you clit and when you grabbed his hair he just browned into they bundle of sensitive nerves slowly tipping you over the edge. His fingers making their way to your entrance undetected as you were so focused on on his warm muscle on your clit, but the second his fingers enters you at full force did a squeal leave your lips, you were biting down on your fingers so you didn't wake the whole house up but his fingers where ramming in and out of your pussy at such a force that your fingers weren't doing much

anymore. Your walls tightened around his fingers as your eyes slowly started to roll back, and he sped up, he wanted you to orgasm first. "You wanna cum baby girl? Yeah, cum on my fingers princess." His words of encouragement to cum and orgasm pushed you over the edge and you came on his fingers, he helped you through your orgasm but the only thing on his mind was to make you cum on his cock, fuck your brains out and make you his, he hadn't had sex with your sister but he could tell you were the sibling that was made for him he knew you were meant to be his the second he saw you, he never had butterflies until he saw you. He needed you. Just as your orgasm came to a stop you felt something long and thick at you entrance, and you also knew it wasn't his fingers. "Tell me now if I should stop, because if you let me do this I never will." He groaned, he was big, around 7 or 8 inches at most but it was also really thick, but you didn't care. "Never stop." You moan out on you haze of lust. But it was enough, he smashed his hips towards yours he stopped to let you adjust but when you started whining he started pumping himself into you, at first it was slow and deep thrusts, but he slowly picked up the pace, going faster and faster to the point in which you had covered your mouth completely trying to not scream until he pushed it away from your mouths and kissed you, he now had your knees folded up to your shoulders, you had came twice on his dick by now but he was yet to come once, you could tell he was close. You close to your forth orgasm that night, he hips faltered and then you felt it, his warm seed filling you up, but he never stopped he kept on moving and the sensation of his cum filling you and his tip constantly hitting your spot had your back arching and all hopes in keeping quite now gone as you came with him. He fell next to you an then pulled you on top of him. He grabbed a blanket that was at the end of your bed and threw it over you and him. Both of you covered in sweat and the after glow of sex, you almost fell asleep but your sister rushed in to see you and her boyfriend naked only covered by a sheet. H/n sat up, his cock and cum still inside you, you turned to look at her. "Do you need something?" You asked, trying not to pant. "You slept with my fucking boyfriend, I HAVEN'T EVEN SLEPT IN THE SAME BED AS HIM!!" she shouted. "You cheated on me first." H/n stated. "They all wanted you, but he needed me." You said quoting both h/n and your sister. Your sister slammed the door and ran to her room crying. "I don't do one night stands h/n, your stuck with me for a while." You stated.

"Darling, I wanted you to have my last name the second I saw you." He answered.

"then show me what's under that makeup and we have a deal." And without hesitation he wiped of his concealer to show a burn mark oh his forehead from a fire without a doubt.

"I'll pick you up at 10. But enough with the date, I'm not done fucking you stupid." H/n said as his hands slowly lifted your ass and slammed it back down again earning a moan from your lips.

Time skip

It's been 12 years since the night you and h/n got revenge on your sister. He took you on that date he promised, and another date, you became his girlfriend on the 9th date, his fiancée on the 67th and on the 3/3/33 you became his wife.Many nights like the fateful night of revenge happened and on your honeymoon,not only where two souls brought together, but another was forged. And now you have your 2 month old daughter Estella.Fire has torn families apart, but for this incredible circumstance.It brought one together.

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ficforce · 3 years

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Assault On Her Heart

Assault x Female Reader SFW No established timeline New relationship

Y/N carefully finished stitching up the back of Assault’s head, the split skin had luckily been superficial at best and she was grateful his skull was in one piece. The man barely moved during the entire time she was treating him, he didn’t even make a sound of pain once. “It’s incredible you were able to stay conscious and get back here.” His snowy hair was stained with dried blood and once she knotted the thread she grabbed a damp cloth she had brought earlier and started cleaning what she could. Her left hand rested on his shoulder, thumb against his pulse, she liked how strong it was, how his heartbeat so strong, “Would you like me to wash your hair properly?” Y/N’s voice was soft and she started to gently run her fingers through the tangled strands, the man didn’t reply and she dabbed at the blood that had run down his neck. Assault could take a lot of damage without complaint; no one got to be an elite member of the ‘Butchers’ by being ordinary. Torture was their speciality and she knew how dedicated they were to the Evangelist, “Assault…?”

“I lost against little girls… Nuns.” He muttered and Y/N sighed before she walked around to his front, his expression told her just how disgusted he was at himself and Y/N looked away - she hated to see him like this.

Assault was her childhood friend and they’d been born into the White Clad, raised together for this holy mission, to see the Cataclysm succeed this time. He had worked so hard to become the well-respected knight he was, to be as feared by his enemies as he was. It wasn’t his fault that his slightly too sheltered upbringing meant he wasn’t used to seeing an indecent young woman lose her clothes… he had been surprised and they took advantage of it. Y/N was an information gatherer, a spy on the surface, she had seen far more than he had and she had a talent for fitting into any situation. “It just goes to show what kind of people are worshipping a false god.”

Her hands cupped Assaults face and when his yellow eyes met her gaze she gave him a sweet smile, “Next time you’ll destroy them. I know you will.” Y/N couldn’t help wanting to support him, it wasn’t because he had been humiliated or even that he had been hurt - it was a more selfish motive.

She loved him.

She was jealous that some strange woman had flashed Assault and, by some freak accident, forced him to put his hand on her breast. Didn’t that bitch know how long Y/N had dreamed of him touching her like that? How much Y/N wanted Assault to see her as more than a friend. “We’ll make her pay for using such disgusting tactics on you…”

Assault inhaled sharply when he felt heat winding up and around his arms, the smell of his clothes burning and the way her eyes glowed told him she was more furious than she had been letting on. Her ability allowed her to create tentacle-like flames from her back, he was used to her losing control of them sometimes, it was why she could never be a Butcher - she was always so free with her emotions. “You’re burning my clothes.”

Her eyes widened and she pulled her ability back in toward herself, her head lowering at the same time as she mumbled out a short apology. This was usually when he would squeeze her shoulder and ask her to leave, instead, Y/N felt his fingers run through her hair and then his hand cupped her cheek, gently forcing her head up to look at him. If she had been a little braver she might have been tempted to lean forward and press her lips to his…

“You’re a good friend to me, Y/N.” The words were barely out of his mouth when she felt the sudden overwhelming urge to distance herself, she pushed his hand away from her face and turned her back on him. She could feel the heat rising to her face and she tried to hold back the flames threatening to spill from her back - why did he have to say that? Why did he have to feel that way about her when all she wanted was more? Assault blinked dumbly at her reaction, he wasn’t oblivious to the way she took in a long, shaky breath or the way she had started to hug herself, her fingers screwing up the white material of her uniform. Had he upset her? The man’s head tilted a little to the side as he wondered how to proceed; it would be child’s play to manipulate her into a confession. Had she been a target he could have tortured it out of her. The mere thought of her cut up and bleeding made his stomach churn… “You’re mad at me.” He mumbled it and then made his voice a little stronger, “I won’t be beaten again, Y/N. I’ll train my mind as well as my body - next time I won’t be beaten. I won’t let your faith in me be wasted again.”

He didn’t get it at all and Y/N wanted to hit him. “You’re such an idiot, Assault!” Y/N ran out of his room and kept going until she had found her way further into the tunnels of The Nether; the only place she could lose control of her ability without showing him how weak she really was.

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After a month of not seeing even the tail end of Assault’s clothing, Y/N began to worry. He had been training, everyone was talking about it and no one dared try to disturb him whilst he was locked inside his room. Y/N wondered what kind of training he could be doing, it couldn’t have been his ability; he would have needed space for that. He had said he would train his mind… was he meditating? Praying? It was difficult not to just knock on his door and ask. Food was left outside for him and empty trays were taken away, it was a relief to her that he was eating. It had taken her a day or two to calm down and Y/N felt a little embarrassed at the way she had reacted - Assault was far too innocent to know that her words and affection were meant as more than friendly. Her intentions were romantic and he just wasn’t equipped with that kind of skill set.

When Arrow had come to her and explained that Assault had finished his training, Y/N had felt her heart flutter and then her feet were moving faster than she intended, in her excitement, she had grabbed the other woman’s hand and dragged her along. There were a few there already to greet him and Y/N couldn’t help but think he looked the same. “Assault!” His name left her mouth before she could stop herself and when his yellow eyes landed on her she squeezed Arrow’s hand - not realising that she hadn’t yet let go of it. Now that he was looking at her she felt almost silly, “I… well, I was…” they were all looking at her now and the woman shrunk in on herself, her voice getting smaller as she mumbled, “What training… did you do?”

“Desensitisation training.” He walked past the others and came to stand in front of her, tall and proud, just as he had done a month before he lifted her chin to look at him. “It was my lack of experience with the more alluring side of a woman that surprised me last time. I have studied books and videos over and over until it no longer affected me.”

“He’s been studying porn.” Arrow supplied after Y/N’s eyebrows drew together in confusion.

Y/N could have incinerated Assault there and then, she could have annihilated him and just walked away muttering about his stupidity. She was utterly speechless and could barely even let out a squeak when Assault proudly marched off to war - vowing to beat the ‘perverted nun’ this time. After he was gone Y/N dragged her palm over her face and looked at Arrow, “We need to get the men out into the real world… this is becoming embarrassing…”

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Assault returned - defeated.

It hadn’t come as a surprise to Y/N and she had been on her way to console him when he had appeared out of the blue in front of her, “I… Oh, wow…” With her mouth suddenly try it was hard to say much more than that. She had never seen him in a suit before and the colour of the material was exquisite with his tanned skin.

“I need to experience face to face interaction, all the videos and magazines didn’t prepare me for the real thing. I’m going to an ’Escort Club’.”

That snapped her out of it and the need to wrap her hands around his throat and squeeze nearly overwhelmed her, “I’m not sure that’s wise… why not let me go and kill the bitch?” Y/N would gladly do it, some deep, primal need in her would take pleasure in making sure the other woman would never lay a hand on her man. But, Assault wasn’t hers and he was too stubborn to let someone else deal with this problem. “It’s not like I can stop you…so,” Y/N heaved a sigh, “Good luck.”

The escorts hadn’t helped and Y/N had almost wept when she found out he had nearly been arrested for peeping at women’s panties. He seemed to realise the folly of his mission too and Y/N overheard him speaking to one of the others, her heart sinking to her toes when he said that it may have been feelings getting in the way of defeating Tamaki and not that he couldn’t handle lewd acts.

Feelings.

That had felt like a slap in the face and Y/N was devastated. After all the years she had followed and supported him, the things they had shared and the love she harboured for him… One chance encounter with the other woman had won his heart.

What about her? What was wrong with her? Y/N spend a long time in front of the mirror, examining everything from the shape of her eyes to the colour of her skin - picking at every little imperfection in her head until she couldn’t bear her reflection anymore.

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Another few weeks passed and Assault was perplexed as to why he hadn’t seen Y/N. He had even searched for her at one point, he had spent time outside her door, listening for signs of life when she hadn’t answered him. She was in there - he could figure that out but not why she was ignoring him. Was it because he had failed to beat Tamaki? Was she that disappointed in his defeat that she couldn’t stand talking to him anymore? It hurt him to think she would hate him now. He missed her by his side, he missed her smiles and her caring nature toward him… he even missed when she would accidentally burn him.

Y/N had always looked at him with admiration and Assault had worked hard to keep her eyes on him, never satisfied until she had his full attention when they were together; it was one of the reasons he would make her look him in the eye so often. Assault knew that he got jealous easily when it came to her, he didn’t mind her friendship with other women and there was little he could do about Charon - the large man used to go to Y/N for tips on dealing with moody teenage girls. He vaguely recalled the anger he had felt when he found out she had given up her purity to a target during a mission. She had failed to get the desired information that way and Assault had taken a little too much pleasure in tearing the man to pieces as he tortured him.

Assault was still mulling over the reasons she had abandoned him when he heard someone knock on his door. It was a little after eleven in the evening and he had been getting ready for bed, assuming it was one of the others he called for them to enter, his eyebrows began to raise when he saw it was the woman he had been thinking of so often but he was a little confused by the way she appeared. “Y/N?”

Did she have an undercover mission?

She had done something with her hair, he wasn’t sure if it was hers or one of her many hairpieces, it was parted into two neat tails and her make up wasn’t anything like he was used to. He immediately recognised the oddly adorable sister uniform from Company One. Yellow eyes followed her legs up from her shoes to the tops of the thigh-high socks, the skirt accentuated her hips and waist in a way her Evangelist uniform didn’t, putting curves where he hadn’t noticed them before and highlighting the ones he already knew she had. He managed to force his gaze up until he could almost meet hers; if she hadn’t have been staring at his floor. “Why are you dressed like that?”

“You like that girl, right?” Her voice was quiet, it lacked some life to it and Assault watched carefully as she made her way over to sit on the edge of his bed. Her hands bunched up the material of the skirt at her thighs and he noted just how tense her shoulders were, almost hunched. Knowing how to read someone for distress or deception made it easy for Assault to realise something was wrong but he didn’t know what exactly.

Did she have a difficult mission ahead? Was she nervous and come to him for encouragement? They had always been able to take before, they were honest with each other and he had always liked that about their relationship.

Her next words made him freeze, “I thought that if I looked like her…then you might like me too…” She sounded so hollow and so small that Assault felt like he was in pain, a kind of pain that he knew would cripple a target in seconds if he could utilise it. Had she chosen to change herself, her identity, for him?

Why?

Why would she do that when he already liked her so much?

“I do like you.” He came to stand in front of her, “I’m not going to sleep with you though.”

Assault had come to realise, through his recent training, that he had been ignorant to many things. Especially when it came to Y/N. He had thought that maybe she was attracted to him, it had taken a long talk with an escort to come to that conclusion. He wasn’t sure how he had ended up talking about Y/N to the stranger but she had laughed at him, told him he was cute and that it was obvious that his ‘friend’ liked him more than he thought… and that he spoke about her with great affection. The only real interaction he had with others, outside of killing and torture, were his relationships within the Order; he had people he disliked and people he enjoyed spending time with, people he respected and even people he feared. He had learned the differences between physical relationships, attraction, affection and pure lust - he had already experienced these things utilised as weapons.

Assault had come to realise he felt a physical attraction to Tamaki. He couldn’t help that he liked her innocent-looking face and her soft warm skin under his palm… Assault shook the thoughts off quickly and sat beside Y/N. She looked close to tears and he reached out to undo the tails in her hair. “I don’t want to be intimate with you when you look like another woman. I don’t want to use you and degrade you like that.”

“Why aren’t I good enough for you, Assault? I loved you first, I would follow you anywhere… am I so unattractive that you don’t even want to touch me?” Y/N asked him quietly, she remained still as his fingers combed through her hair, and even though she knew he didn’t mean it to be, the simple act was kind but she didn’t feel any less humiliated, “I just figured if I looked like her…” His hand slipped from her hair as Y/N got up and started for the door.

Not moving from his position Assault began to speak, he liked when they were frank with each other, he liked when they could just talk, “I’m not good enough for you.” He saw her pause with her hand on the door and got up, walking the short distance to stand behind her and press his palms on the door - it would be impossible for her to open the door with him leaning against it but she could kill him easily. With his chest pressed against her back, he was completely vulnerable to her ability. “I like you, Y/N, as you are. I like you enough that it might be described as love but this is a feeling I have always had for you. Even before I met that nun.”

Y/N felt her heart hammering in her chest, almost hard enough to bruise her ribcage. “Assault…?” She felt herself almost vibrating in anticipation as she felt his breath fan over the back of her neck, his body was warm against hers and the way he boxed her in made her feel both safe and hot all over. “You’re just being nice to me…”

His lips brushed over the back of her neck and she shivered, the barely there touch sending her nervous system wild, “Sex is a meaningless thing; people give it, sell it or use it for gain.” Y/N watched as one of his hands left the wall and disappear from view, she felt it on her hip and let out a whimper, “You’ve used it on missions to gain information, I know you felt nothing for those people but it hurt knowing you were with them, it hurt more when I finally realised what was involved. I consoled myself by telling myself that it was meaningless sex. It must have been hurting you that I was affected by another woman.”

Y/N turned in his hold, looking up at his face and staring into his eyes as they shone a bright white. Her ability manifested itself and the orange tentacles wrapped around his arms, his legs and torso, she wanted to pull him closer, hold onto him so he couldn’t escape her ever again. She wasn’t intending to hurt him. He knew she often sought comfort by wrapping her ability around solid objects, “Next time you come to this room I want you to come as you. Then I’ll take you to bed.”

“You said sex was meaningless.”

“It is. That’s why I will never have meaningless sex with you - I’ll only ever make love to you.” Y/N went to kiss him but Assault pressed his fingers to her lips, his expression serious even as he watched her eyes begin to fill with tears at the thought he was rejecting her despite his words.”Come back as yourself.”

Assault’s lips pressed to the middle of her forehead and Y/N felt a different kind of warmth spread through her, it was small but hopeful and as he gently pushed her out of his room she left with a smile on her lips. He hadn’t told her she couldn’t come back as soon as she’d changed and washed her face so she ran through the corridors as fast as she could.

#assault #reader #fire force #enen no shouboutai #enn enn no shouboutai #garth ennis

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nose-bandaid · 4 years

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Pentagon as Students

trying something new today! i hope you enjoy it, i had a lot of fun writing this:)

~based on the different kinds of people i’ve witnessed at my high school~

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JINHO

- that one kid that actually has their shit together

- though on the inside he’s in a constant state of panic

- knows (and meets) all the deadlines and works when he’s supposed to

- but he’s secretly watching his classmates goof around at the same time

- hands in perfect projects, does well on tests, gets good grades,,, others are jealous of him

- probably had the homework done 3 days before it was assigned tbh

- teachers love to have him in their class

- and it’s totally not because they sometimes rely on him to help keep track of important dates

- when he does make a mistake though, he’ll get clowned for it for the rest of the year

- but that’s just cause people are happy he’s not good at EVERYTHING

- and even though he seems like a teacher’s pet, he always does his class a solid and never reminds the teacher of the homework they had

- makes good study notes and people end up leeching off of him cause he can’t say no

- never brings food to class but always steals some from others

- so if your bag of chips is suddenly empty, you know why

- was a bus monitor when he was in elementary school and is still damn proud of it, mentions it whenever he has the opportunity to

- people know him, but he doesn’t know them so he’s always like ??? when random people keep on saying hi to him

HUI

- loud. what else can i say?

- raises his hand at almost everything just to ask the teacher a lot of questionable things

- but once in a while he comes up with a really good question that shocks everyone so we take our chances and listen to him

- doesn’t sit on his seat properly but that’s ok because honestly who does?

- he falls off the chair every other day though, so some teachers are concerned of this habit of his

- delivers some of the BEST presentations

- like the kinds of presentations that are good because everyone is excited to see what that person has to offer this time

- when the teacher walks in, he’s that one kid who asks them how they’ve been so that he can delay class

- likes to make conversations with the teacher on unrelated topics when he’s supposed to be working

- always manages to get the teacher really involved in their conversation though, so they don’t even notice that he’s not working

- is distracted like 70% of the time but tries his best

- hands his work in at the absolute last minute

- like if it’s due at midnight, it’s coming in at 11:59 pm

- can be found in almost every single club and no one knows how he manages to do it

HONGSEOK

- we already know that he’s the sporty kid like that’s a given

- is a part of pretty much all the school teams so he’s constantly leaving class to go to tournaments and whatnot

- teachers are so used to him being absent that sometimes they forget he’s even in their class

- the one who offers to carry things whenever the teacher says they need help

- holds the door open to look cool

- he’s never seen studying but he always comes out of tests with a pretty decent grade

- no one knows if it’s actually because he’s big brained or if it’s because he’s really lucky

- sleeps during first period, eats his lunch during the period right after lunchtime

- defends his actions with the fact that he’s busy with his clubs but he was probably just walking around school doing random shit during lunchtime

- the kind of person who would jump to tap the ceiling or the top of a doorframe just to “casually” flex

- doesn’t change out of his sport clothes half the time to once again, “casually” flex

- everyone in the school knows him for a very wide range of reasons

E’DAWN

- the quiet yet loud kid

- would just sit there (not doing his work) being an unbothered king for most of the time

- but when it’s his time to shine oH boy

- everyone has to brace themselves cause they know they’re in for a hell of a ride

- no one knows what to expect when it comes to his presentations

- one time it ended up with Hui duct taped to the wall along with five broken chairs and an angry janitor

- shouts randomly along with hui

- would say some of the oddest things when the teacher asks a question

- on his phone listening to music for the entirety of class, the headphones never come out, even if you’re talking to him

- when the teacher walks by he always has to rush to close/switch his tabs

- is a boss at that move though, and the teachers never suspect him

- asks to go to the bathroom but just takes a walk around the school instead

- makes a funny face every time he passes by a class with his friends in it

- if you walk down the halls during lunch, you might find him sleeping in a little hiding spot in the hallways

- if not, he’s probably running around outside creating a scene

SHINWON

- known for being the embodiment of chaos in classrooms, so classes are always 10x better when he’s in it

- borrows notes from jinho the most

- will copy your homework in the morning if he didn’t do it the night before

- and will proceed to get a higher mark than you, despite writing the exact same thing

- he actually does his work and hands in it on time for the most part, but no one seems to pay attention to that fact

- sits with his chair facing the opposite way if you can imagine what i’m getting at here lol

- really good at sneaking snacks into class but he always chews too loudly so all his efforts end up going to waste when the teacher finds out

- takes long bathroom breaks and no one knows what he’s even doing in there, or if he even went to the bathroom in the first place

- he’s always seen with delivered take out during lunch and people get jealous cause they want to eat fast food too

- has to fend off the hoard of kids that come his way and is pretty good at it by now

- cause he has to save the fries for when he needs to bribe jinho for notes again

- the one that keeps on standing up during class and walking around to bother people

- like he literally just stands up at random times and walks up to someone on the other side of the room and strikes a conversation that’s completely unrelated to the class

- no one knows what motivates him to do that and he just keeps on standing up no matter how many times he’s sent back to his seat

YEO ONE

- minds his own business, is in his own world

- watches the others along with jinho and tries to not be involved in their shenanigans

- always ends up involved in their shenanigans

- is oddly chaotic, new people would be shocked when they see how chaotic he could be, but everyone else is used to it by now

- has a fat crush that his whole friend group knows about

- and now they all feel obligated to get them together so they’re always nagging him

- on that note, a bunch of people fall for him but he’s just too oblivious to notice

- i know this is oddly specific but he actually washes his hands for the correct length of time

- student body president because everyone loves him, does his job very well

- especially with school spirit !! participates fully in those, and tries his best to convince others to join in as well

- buys food from the cafeteria religiously even though the food’s a little subpar

- “i need to support this school in every way i can”

- has a part time job, people strive to be hardworking like him

- honestly this guy’s pretty neutral, he just exists and makes the world better with his presence it’s as simple as that:)

YANAN

- corner seat kind of guy, so that he can sneak in naps and just be hidden in general

- doesn’t speak unless called on

- listens to EVERY single thing being said around him, so he’s loaded with gossip

- has blackmail, will use it

- like he films people when they’re presenting,,, what is he going to do with that video? we do not know

- always bringing his coat into class, no matter how bulky it is, and just doesn’t use his locker at all

- but he has all of his friends’ locker codes saved on his phone for some reason

- eats his lunch at the wrong time too, but unlike the others (who just go with a full 3 course meal during class), he scarfs it down within 10 seconds and moves on like nothing happened

- emits soft boy energy but people fear him

- class is always hyped when it’s his turn to go up to the board and no one really knows why, that’s just how it works

- maybe it’s because his personality and confidence just skYROCKETS and everyone loves seeing that side of him

- the whole class just hypes him up on a daily basis by now

- doesn’t share anything with the others no matter how much they beg, whether it’d be for notes, tools, or food

- “snitches get stitches, bitch”

- “you know that’s not the correct saying right?”

- “i said what i said.”

YUTO

- always takes the seat near the back

- not necessarily because he’s emo (though part of it is because he is emo) but also because he is a modest boy™

- tosses a ball back and forth with his friends in the locker bays during his free time, ultimately posing as a threat to the rest of the student body

- has almost hit a teacher by accident once with a baseball, but we overlook that event

- silently rages during every single competition (especially when he falls down the rankings in Kahoot!) but hides it well

- he holds the reputation as a student who does their work when they’re supposed to, but one time you walked by his laptop and he was watching anime so now you’re not so sure

- once thought that a project was due a week before the actual due date

- had a small breakdown but was able to get over it

- he had many other close calls though, so he relies on kino or jinho to keep him in check

- has all the school equipment you could possibly need with him at all times

- so people are constantly borrowing things from him

- do they give it back? usually

- but he will get salty and hold grudges with the people who supposedly “lost” his items

- or if they say, use his entire glue stick despite it being brand new when he gave it to them

- if you hear some music down the halls, it’s probably him playing the guitar

- fully reads the club posters on the wall so he’s one of the few people who are actually aware of what’s going on

KINO

- always keeping up with the new trends

- the “i’ll help you with your work! :)” kind of guy

- always answering questions in the group chat i don’t know what the others would do without him

- he gets sad if people don’t reply to his messages properly though

- the only person on jinho’s good list because he’s actually diligent with his work

- goes a full 200% on any project that has any artistic aspect in it, even if it doesn’t count for marks

- is the one who reminds others of the due dates so some people have a love-hate relationship with him

- somehow knows almost everyone in the school

- if you want to walk to class with him, you gotta be prepared to take like 50 stops along the way cause he’s gonna hug everyone he knows and strike a conversation with them

- is popular simply because everyone loves him

- you can find him dancing in the hallway occasionally, probably making tiktoks

- decorates his friends’ lockers on their birthday with pictures of them

- the kid that offers to help the teacher complete tasks almost 100% of the time

- volunteers at the other school nearby to help take care of the little children

- always supporting club events

WOOSEOK

- puts memes in his slideshows (and is very good at finding the perfect meme for every occasion)

- plays games on his phone when the teacher’s talking, somehow doesn’t get called on

- instead like, yuto gets called on for searching something up on his phone

- the kid who constantly yells out random answers (or just yells in general) during Kahoot! to mess other people up

- the kind of student who casually looks over at the person beside him during a test

- defends himself by saying that he just wanted to see how far they were on the test

- has a tough time during locker clean out because there were just too many things in there

- at one point there was an ant infestation after he accidentally left his lunch there overnight, but he took care of that quietly and doesn’t mention it ever again

- asks obvious questions into the group chat and tries to argue his point only to figure out where he went wrong after reflecting on his messages

- random shouter number 3

- him, hui, and e’dawn can sometimes be seen after school trying to summon their very late school bus with their screams

- it never worked though, unfortunately

- runs a business where people pay him to go to the store nearby and buy snacks for them

- he actually makes quite a bit from it

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quick disclaimer: ofc i think the boys would've been good students at school so this is just something written based on the chaotic energy i’ve watched them emit throughout my time stanning them:) this is just for entertainment purposes!

~ tiny

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petersasteria · 4 years

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The Forces of Nature || Ch.9

Pairing: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

Summary: “There’s this kid out there that can control the wind or something. I think she’s a great addition to the team. Let’s recruit her.”

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Unlike the other steps, Peter hasn't done the fourth step immediately after he fulfilled the third. He had a lot of things going on and he didn't know where to begin. Naturally, he would ask Ned for help, but he didn't. He was going to ask Mr. Stark, but he was too shy and he didn't want Mr. Stark to think that he couldn't do the mission. He didn't want his suit to be taken away.

So, he asked someone who could relate to him on a certain level: Scott Lang. After school, he went straight to Scott Lang's house and rang the doorbell. The door opened to reveal a man Peter has never met before.

"You're not the pizza guy." The man said.

"And you're not Mr. Scott Lang." Peter retorted and adjusted the strap of his backpack. The man said, "I'm not him, but he lives here. Who are you?"

Peter opened his mouth to answer, but he got cut off my another man's voice. "Luis! Why are you taking so long with pizza- Peter?!" Scott said with a grin.

"Hello!" Peter smiled.

"Come in!" Scott said. Peter did what he was told and closed the door behind him. Luis went back to the living room and Scott hugged Peter, "What're you doing here?"

Peter awkwardly hugged back before pulling away. He smiled at Scott and said, "I need some help, y'know, for the recruitment."

"Oooh, the important stuff." Scott said. It was his day off but he figured he'd be useful if Peter Parker came all this way to ask for help. He shrugged, "Alright. What's up?"

They went to the dining area and they both sat down. Peter puts his bag on the floor before looking at Scott, "I, uh, I can't- I don't know how to do step four."

"What happens in step four?"

"I talk to her about superheroes." Peter said.

Scott stared at him for a long time, waiting for anything else Peter would like to say. When Peter didn't say anything else, he nodded and took a deep breath before he said, "Well, you're kind of fucked, dude. You need to elaborate on that."

"Well, you see, step four is connected to step five. If I'm successful in telling her stuff about superheroes, I can proceed in telling her that I'm Spider-Man." Peter said quietly.

Scott thought for a bit and said, "Okay, talk to her about superheroes AND see her as Spider-Man."

Peter grinned, "I never thought of that. Thank you!"

"No problem, Peter! Helping you, helps out the whole team. We really really want her on the team so bad." Scott gushed. Peter frowned a little but he quickly shook it off, so that Scott wouldn't notice and he didn't which relieved Peter.

It was late at night when Peter finished everything he had to do. Go to Scott Lang for help, go on patrol (which took longer than usual), help May with dinner, and do homework. He knew it was Friday, but he wanted to have a free weekend with nothing to think about aside from recruiting Y/N.

It's been nearly two months since Peter started recruiting Y/N and he still didn't know how to feel about her. It was complicated. He went from being mean to her to becoming frenemies to becoming friends. But deep down inside him, some things about Y/N ticks him off.

Like when she talked. She sounded too proper; like she was talking to the queen or something. He would get ticked off whenever she did good in class. Scratch that, he would get ticked off whenever she would do better than him in class. Don't get him wrong. He supported women when it came to flourishing and being really outspoken and being better than men. But he wasn't used to being... overthrown. He'd feel the same thing if Y/N were a fellow guy like him. He swore to himself that it wasn't a sexist thing. Peter felt like he was Bloody Mary and Y/N was Elizabeth I.

During the reign of Bloody Mary, everyone started to favor and support Elizabeth I as Mary's religious intolerance grew. Bloody Mary was still the reigning queen, yet the people preferred Elizabeth I who was on house arrest at Woodstock.

Peter felt bad for himself. He was, and still is, the smartest person in Midtown with Y/N coming in as second but his classmates and teachers preferred her over him. It stung. Now, not only do the students, teachers AND HIS FRIENDS preferred Y/N, but also the Avengers. The fact that it took a while for the rest of the team to warm up on him, but Y/N was gladly welcomed with no effort at all made Peter jealous. Y/N didn't even do anything to earn her spot; she just existed. He was green in envy and green didn't fit Spider-Man's colors at all. It was kind of ironic how both of them wore green at school and both of them looked great.

Sometimes Peter wondered what it would be like to have her on his side while fighting a villain. He often wondered that ever since they got paired up for history. He couldn't deny that they made a great team and he couldn't deny that they brought out the best of each other.

So with a heavy sigh, Peter begrudgingly laid down on his bed and grabbed his phone to text Y/N. "You'll be crazy if you always think about what it's like to fight with her. Just do what Mr. Stark told you, Peter." He said to himself. He quickly sent Y/N a text and not even a second later, she replied.

Peter lightly chuckled and shook his head. Y/N was really beginning to sound like MJ. Speaking of MJ, he could sense that MJ was overprotective of Y/N. Y/N's her best friend after all, and he totally understood that.

Going back to the topic, does Y/N picking up the way MJ spoke and acted bother him? Not at all. Just because he and MJ were exes, doesn't mean that it on bad terms. They remained friends and the break up was mutual.

He anxiously waited for Y/N to reply, but her quick replies came to a halt when her reply wasn't there. Peter didn't know if he sounded rude or if he offended her in some way, but he waited. He refused to sleep until he sees a reply from Y/N.

Peter blushed. The last girl who thought he was cute was MJ. But he quickly shook off the feeling. Y/N thought Spider-Man was cute, not Peter Parker. But he and Spider-Man were one person. "So technically, I'm cute too." Peter said to himself as he let out a yawn.

Peter's eyes widened. 'Y/N must really like Spider-Man.' He thought to himself. He groaned, "Aw, shit."

He might have to do step five quickly after this and he wasn't ready, but he had to do it whether he liked it or not. The sooner he could recruit Y/N, the sooner she'll be on the team.

He was definitely sure. Just this afternoon when he was patrolling, he saw the same group of kids he saw last week. He even saw the lady who gave him a churro... she gave him a churro again and who doesn't love free food?

Peter sleepily chuckled to himself at the Hamilton lyric he just sent. He didn't expect Y/N to respond at all, but the girl was full of surprises.

Peter was about to type when Y/N sent another message.

Peter charged his phone and went to bed after that. Before he drifted off to sleep, he thought about how he'd reveal himself as Spider-Man to Y/N and he already had something in mind.

* * * *

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afreakingdork · 3 years

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Jessica Jones Season 3 A.K.A. Morality

I genuinely believe that the writers of Jessica Jones season 3 have no idea what morality is supposed to mean or how it applies to basic situations. We can start on this, of course, with the friction between Trish and Jessica. The series starts with Jessica doing everything she can to keep ties severed with Trish, while Trish tries in vain to chase Jessica down like a puppy so they can ‘team-up’ like old-new times with Trish’s shiny new powers. Episode 2, “ A.K.A You're Welcome,” paints a more full picture by showing Trish’s side of the conversation. Overall, the whole thing falls so flat for a variety of reasons. I can applaud Trish’s dedication to really honing her craft, but even this is something she tries to hold over Jessica. She offhandedly remarks that Jessica could train once in a while and hints often at her inferred superiority because she actually wants to be super, or she has the right attitude to be super, or she has the actual drive to be super. All of which, paired with Rachael Taylor’s insufferable acting, makes seeing Trish feel like nails on chalkboard every single time. Trish doesn’t understand that her store bought powers and being a hero aren’t something to play around with or have moral superiority about, but she refuses to listen to anyone or even reason. It’s mind boggling because while, we know Trish has always been jealous of Jessica’s power, she of all people should know about what Jessica has been through. They were sisters against the world their whole lives, Jessica doing her best to protect and support Trish from her mother’s abuse and Trish full well knowing Jessica is basically alone in this world, not to mention all the time and everything else that she lost to Kilgrave. Jessica is a wounded soul and her powers have everything to do with that, but all that just goes out the window because Trish wants powers and Trish thinks she knows better and the show is happy to say both Trish and Jess are equally bad. Even in the end when Trish finally realizes she is the bad guy, she has to go off the deep-end and then even further into the pool before the show will even let her admit it and then it gives no time for the weight of this statement to take affect and instead just moves on.

However, let’s move back to respective family histories, there’s a line that really enraged me in episode 5, “A.K.A I Wish,” where Gillian says “I'm sick of people throwing away friends and family like there's plenty more where that came from,” because Trish and Jessica won’t talk out their issues. There are some things that you can’t come back from with family and friends, especially when they aren’t willing to move their opinions on it. There are plenty more people that you can become friends with or even make your new family (it’s called found family and is huge especially in comic books) because it’s insanely toxic to stick with someone just because you’re related to them or have been friends for a long time. It’s really hard to play along with this sentiment, especially when in episode 6, “A.K.A Sorry Face,” you have Trish and her mom, Dorothy, really go head to head about Dorothy’s abuse towards Trish. Trish’s whole life has been shaped by her mother’s abuse. She never had a moment to think for herself because Dorothy was always controlling every second of it and it was the reason Trish has resorted to drug use and relapsed multiple times, but the moment Trish, justifiably so, tries to mention this her mother flips out and still has the gall to make it about herself. When Dorothy storms out you can see that from Trish’s weak attempts to roll back on it, again a completely justifiable comment, that the show thinks that Trish is in the wrong here. Sure, Dorothy’s points on Trish’s flippant attitude towards her own safety were, in my opinion, needed; Trish is heading down an insane path where all she can see is the glory of supering and can’t see how dangerous or miserable it is (which is crazy because she’s been Jessica’s sister basically their whole lives and seen all the horrific shit Jessica has had to go through, but I’ll get to that later). Good and bad aren’t so black and white, and this show refuses to play with that. Just because Dorothy and Trish have the most precariously stable relationship now, doesn’t mean Trish isn’t still allowed to be upset about the lifetime of verbal and physical abuse she’s had to endure.

When you compare that matter to Trish telling Jessica that she needs to get over being upset that she shot her mom, it adds a whole new layer of ‘what the actual fuck?!’ to Trish that the story isn’t particularly interested in delving into. The story seemingly wants you to agree that both Jessica and Trish are equally at fault for what’s happening. Jessica is being too callous and gatekeeping Trish, while Trish is acting rogue and playing like being super is fun. It’s insane because we see Jessica already struggling with her mother’s influence. She was already destroying herself in season 2 because her mother was evil, but also she was the last vestige of her family who still happened to be alive. In her last moments, Alisa was going to turn herself in to the police and imparts on Jessica that being a hero is worth it. It’s almost comical looking back on it now, seeing how holier-than-thou Trish has become, and knowing that she shot Jessica’s mother in cold blood because she believes it was right. Sure, Jessica doesn’t seem to have told Trish the full details of her mother’s turn in those final moments. The show fails morality yet again, when even the question comes up in conversation between Jessica and Trish, Jessica only goes so far as to say ‘it was my mother.’ Jessica completely neglects to mention that her mother turned good in her last days after getting a taste of heroics and instead plays the ‘she was my family and you didn’t give me a choice in whether or not I should keep them’ card, that makes no sense to the total overarching argument to who is in the moral right. You can say that Jessica is a terrible negotiator when it comes to getting her point across verbally, and you’d be right, but that isn’t what the show is trying to illustrate and it’s beyond irritating.

This piss poor morality spread and infects other characters in season 3 also. We have the manifestation of morality with the introduction of Erik, who gets a physical response to evil. Nothing has bothered me more than when Malcolm scores a 3 on Erik’s bad-o-meter. Malcolm is grappling with the bad things he has done for Jeri because he thought he could justify it with the money and experience he would get now to fund him fighting for justice later, but even that wasn’t enough. Long before Erik pinged Malcolm as bad, Malcolm was already trying to atone for what he had done, physically might I add, he should have gone to the hospital for peeing blood after getting in a car accident to get a drunk driver off the streets. It makes Malcolm physically and mentally ill and he even takes time off work to consider his position and this is the moment that he pings a 3 (and, not to mention, Trish doesn’t ping at all)!? How can someone who feels guilt, knowns what he’s doing is wrong, and even takes a break to take a look at himself ping at all on the scale when Jessica is supposedly so good that she is anti-bad-dar for Erik and acts like aspirin for his bad guy headaches?! To add insult to injury, Malcolm cheats on Zaya with Berry because he’s... struggling with maybe becoming evil for some reason, but only long enough for him to immediately roll back and work as a double agent for Jeri so he can actually help Jessica put Sallinger away. Even that is short lived, when he just comes clean and quits to clear his conscience and starts to atone. It’s like the show realized that the tension between Malcolm and Zaya wasn’t enough of a morality issue and they had to have Malcolm do something extra bad to justify, again, that both parties are equally wrong in the matter. In the end though, they end up just reinforcing multiple times that Malcolm was the bad guy and Zaya never had an issue. Progression is a good thing, right?

Malcolm and Zaya are at each other on the ethics of lawyering, something that was handled much better in Daredevil and even that show had it’s faults, but nothing will enrage me more than Jeri’s line in episode 7, “A.K.A The Double Half-Wappinger,” of “...it is not our job to assess guilt or innocence.” While that is technically correct, there is a huge glaring problem with how the show is using it. The show is obsessed with the alleged portion of Sallinger’s guilt, in that he is so smart he leaves no evidence behind and is always multiple steps ahead of investigators trying to find a mistake on his trail. Only criminal defense attorneys do not decide if the client is innocent or guilty. While that is Jeri’s position as Sallinger’s attorney, this type of attorney's concern is whether there is sufficient evidence to prove that someone has committed a crime since the jury or judge will be the one’s actually deciding the verdict. The thing is, especially based on her past history with Jessica, is Jeri does have this information, albeit not as evidence, but she still tries to proceed as if Sallinger is still innocent until proven guilty. It’s a complete implosion of Jeri’s character when she already is grappling with everything falling apart with her ALS and Kith. It’s mind boggling to think this is the same Jeri who entrusted Jessica in episode 1, “A.K.A The Perfect Burger,” to take her life when she can no longer make the choice herself due to her illness. Jeri then goes on to declare war on superheroes, for what? Short term retainer of Sallinger could distinguish her firm from it’s accused ties to powered people, but long term she knows he is in truth a serial killer and having taken his case knowing so will destroy her firm a million times more than Peter Lyonne’s suicidal statement ever did. She feels like supers are undermining her as if Jessica is trying to take advantage of her ALS and make her look weak? This is a far cry from the Jeri Hogarth that was accused of murdering her first wife or the Jeri Hogarth that was ten steps ahead to blackmail her partners from trying to force her out of the firm she helped build and get her fair share. This isn’t the Jeri we love to hate, this is just hatred to put more pressure on Sallinger’s inane hatred of super people. She’s somehow, even though she never showed interest and expressively talked back to him when he was spouting his drivel, bought into the weaker man philosophy of supers having cheated to better positions in life and has, in her mind, made her whole existence of failures hinged on them trying to make her feel weak. An unfathomable turn for her character indeed, but this is a show that thinks that digging up dirt on someone and releasing it to try to get with their wife is equivalent at all to a man pushing his wife into an open marriage to cheat and skimming money out of their dead daughter’s non-profit foundation. Jeri should have told Kith no question. I don’t think she should have done it the way she did or for the reasons she did, but we are operating on a 20% bad scale vs. an 80% bad scale. Also, Peter Lyonne was such a shithead that he would rather kill himself and blame Jeri in the process than deal with a little jail time for being a fuckface. Crying that he should have had his chance to tell Kith like he was planning on it. Through Laurent they insinuate that the show absolutely makes Jeri out to be the monster in that situation. It honestly makes me think these writers need to take a course of morality or even just watch a few episodes of The Good Place so maybe they could have a real actual human opinion on what is good and bad. I’m worried about them.

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tasteslikepepsicola · 5 years

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Somebody Else (Sodapop Curtis x Reader Part 2)

Part One - please read first!

Y/N confronts the boys about what each of their relationships with her mean to them. A party at Buck’s is sure to cause drama when Y/N shows up with one of them, and the other proceeds to get drunk out of their mind, becoming Y/N’s responsibility.

Word Count: 4800+

Warnings: drinking, slight angst (not really)

Authors Note: Hey guys! Hope you all enjoyed part one, and heres part 2! I hope to have part 3 up within a week. I am not sure how much longer this story will continue, but I do not believe it will extend over 5 parts. Please like, share, and follow! Your support means the world <3

As Y/N approached the D.X, her heart thumped. She could see Sodapop working on a car inside the garage. However, Steve wasn’t in sight. She watched the movie star handsome boy wipe a bit of sweat from his brow, and pause to take a sip of water. As she came closer, he finally noticed her walking towards him.

“Hey, Pepsi-Cola” Y/N hummed sweetly.

“Oh, hey, Y/N” He went back to working on the car, trying to look like he was concentrated on it, but Y/N could tell by the way he stared blankly at it, pretending to fidget with it, that he was just trying to seem uninterested in what she had to say.

“I’ve barely seen you the past three days,” she said.

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

“I tried calling... but um Darry and Ponyboy answered each time I called, you never seemed available. I even stopped by today hoping to see you, but um- your brothers told me you were at work so I-” she was abruptly cut off.

“Guess I figured you were too busy fooling around with Steve to want to see me.” He shrugs nonchalantly, but his words sting.

“Soda, it’s not like that, you and I both know that.” She takes a step closer to him, trying to reach out for his face, to rub off a smudge of dirt he got while working on the car. But he pulls away sharply.

“Really? Do I? Do I know that it’s not like that? Cause neither of you told me you cared for each other like, like- that until you got caught.” His anger fades and his voice breaks by the end of his sentence. His tone softens, “were you even going to tell me?”

“Soda, that was the only time Steve and I did something like that, I- I don’t even know why we did it. We didn’t even kiss. We just got caught up in the moment.” Y/N realizes how desperate she sounds for him to believe her, but she doesn’t care. “Please believe me…” her voice trails off.

Sodapop stands above the hood of the car he was working on, anger prevalent in the way his muscles are flexed from gripping the edge of the car so tightly.

The desperation begins to leave her voice as Y/N becomes more frustrated, and it is replaced with indifference.

“I get that it was shitty to see your friends act so out of character, but it was one time, and there’s no reason for you to be reacting the way you are.” At those words, Sodapop breaks.

He slams the hood of the car shut aggressively, Y/N jumps back. The Sodapop she knew never acted like this. He runs his hands through his hair, tugging at it, he looks like he wants to punch something. He sighs, calming himself down. Finally, he makes eye contact with her with a softened expression.

“You’re right, okay? If you want to date Steve, that's fine. I don’t care. At all. Make out with him all you want.” He flails his arms around, exaggerating every gesture, like he often does when he's upset. “Just don’t do that shit in front of me, or in my house.”

“No, you don’t get to ignore me for three days because of one stupid decision and then pretend you’re okay with it because its easier than dealing with the truth.”

He laughs sarcastically. “Oh so now there’s some whole big hidden meaning behind why I’m upset that my two best friends betrayed me?”

Y/N stands there silent for a minute. Could she be wrong? Did she misinterpret what Darry and Pony had said? No, Soda has to be jealous, that's the only explanation. But what if she's wrong? What if she only believed it so easily because she wanted it to be true?

Softly, she asks, “isn’t there?”

He looks away from her, and down at the ground. “No, there isn’t.” He replies.

Y/N could feel her heart drop in that moment. She hadn’t even realized how much she had wanted it to be true, how much she wanted Sodapop to care about her the way she always cared about him.

“Fine.” is all she says as she walks away from him, and through the doors of the D.X. Regardless of the hurt she may be feeling, she still owed someone else an explanation.

Above her head, the small chime of a bell rang, alerting the cashier of her presence. Another young teenage greaser stands at the cash register, mindlessly flipping through a magazine that looked to be about cars. He’s tall, with slicked back, thick black hair. He almost looked like Steve, but tanner and with chocolate eyes different from Steve's signature green.

Y/N walks right up to the boy, as he chomps on a piece of gum obnoxiously, eyeing her up and down.

“What's cookin’ good lookin’?”

Ugh, he did not seriously just use the cheesiest pick up line I’ve ever heard. Y/N sighed, rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly a little self conscious.

“Is Steve here?” she asked, fed up.

The greaser boy smirked at her. “So you’re Y/N?” he let out a low whistle. “You’re even prettier than I imagined. And trust me, he was talking about you a lot, so I thought I had a good idea. Anyways how did a girl like you end up with someone li-” he was interrupted by a flustered Steve running out of the stock room.

“Y/N!” he forces a smile. “I see you’ve met my friend Jess,” he slaps Jess on the back, a little too hard to be considered friendly.

Jess turns to look at Steve, casually, then points back at Y/N, “Your girlfriend is here.” He says smugly.

Steve and Y/N both immediately rush to explain, speaking at the same time.

“Woah woah woah buddy you are way off base. We are not dating. Nope”

“She is not my girlfriend, okay? We’re just friends.”

Jess lets out a small laugh, ignoring their claims, and heading back to the cash register. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. But um, if you’re not dating then, does that mean you might wanna catch a movie sometime Y/N.” He nods in her direction, flashing a smile.

Steve defensively puts an arm around Y/N. “Yeah, nope. That’s not happening on my watch.” He replies.

“Relax Steve-o, I’m just messin with ya.” Jess winks at Y/N, causing Steve to glare back at him.

Quickly, Steve checks his watch, then smiles. “I’ve still got fifteen minutes left of my break. Y/N, take a walk with me?” he offers.

“Sure,” she accepts.

Jess returns to flipping through the pages of his magazine, as Steve and Y/N walk out of the convenience store, past the garage, and down the road they had walked so many times before. It almost felt like old times, Y/N reminisced about a time when she, Steve, and Sodapop would all walk to the D.X and she would sit at a short distance watching them fixing up cars. Y/N would never admit she actually found it kind of boring, but she appreciated any time she could spend with her friends, since their schedules were already so packed. She also knew the days she would watch them at work they were always happier, having a little more distraction and just slightly more fun. And, if she was being truly honest, she had always loved the way Sodapop looked when he was really into something he was doing, it was one of the only times she ever saw him have a passion. He was a dropout, there weren’t many options for a guy like him. And he needed to provide for his family, he didn’t have time to pursue his interests. But cars, well they seemed to genuinely bring him excitement and joy. And for that, Y/N was so grateful.

“So,” Steve starts, unsure of what to say next. “I guess we should talk about what, um, ya know, happened that night with the gang.”

Y/N nods, knowing he didn’t know how to continue. Instead of watching him struggle to find the words, she prompted him, “Well, what did it feel like to you? Was it just fooling around, or did it mean something?” Y/N asks, unsure of which answer she would rather hear.

“Honestly, I could stand here and lie to you and say I didn’t feel anything, but I just can’t anymore. I- I didn’t know I felt the way I did about you. But then you were just, there, in my arms. And your skin is so soft, and your hair smells like flowers, and um-” he pauses, blushing. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I care about you. But also, if you don’t feel that way about me, we can just pretend this never happened. It’s not like I’m in love with you or anything but-”

“Steve?” she cuts him off, smiling up at him.

“Hmm?” he hums.

Suddenly, something comes over Y/N, she doesn’t owe anyone anything. Sodapop has made it clear how she feels about her, and she might have a real chance at happiness with Steve.

“Can I just, um try something?” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Uh, sure.” he replies, unsure.

Y/N tries to steady her breathing, before wrapping her arms around Steve’s neck, standing on her tiptoes to reach him, and leaning in to kiss him. He meets her halfway, and before either of them fully understand what they’re doing, the two of them are kissing. Y/N feels warm, and safe, and comforted, like Dally pulling her into his lap with a blanket, or Darry holding her while she cries because she had another horrible fight with her family. It’s like how Ponyboy always listens to her no matter how frivolous her topic of conversations seem. It’s like how Two-Bit never fails to put a smile on her face. It’s how Johnny always gives up his jacket when she says she's cold. It’s almost like the butterflies she feels in her stomach when Sodapop says her name.

When they finally pull away, they are both smiling at each other.

“Wow,” is all Steve says.

“Yeah,” is all Y/N can add.

“Alright, I know this is all new and I don’t wanna scare you off, or think I’m trying to be exclusive all at once but um- do you wanna come to this party with me Friday? It’s at Bucks which I know isn’t your usual scene, but most of the gang will be there and, I don’t know, I’d love to have you there with me.”

Y/N kisses him on the cheek swiftly, “I’ll be there.”

“I’ll pick you up at eight?” he beams.

“It’s a date.” she replies.

*****

Friday came sooner than Y/N could have ever expected. A thousand nervous thoughts ran through her head. But truthfully, what did she have to be afraid of? It was still Steve, and she was still Y/N. They would always be best friends above all.

All her attempts to reassure herself were equally matched with the nagging thought, would Sodapop be there? But no, she was just being paranoid. She knew as well as everyone that Soda was not the partier type. He never touched a drop of alcohol, he always talked about getting drunk off life instead. Y/N finally managed to push her thoughts away from Sodapop so she could focus on getting ready for the night.

She settled on a simple white flowy sundress that fell just above her knees. She let her hair do its natural beach wave type-of-thing, and used a few bobby pins to make it look a little more intricate. She kept her makeup light and natural, as always, with just a bit more mascara and a lip gloss with a peachy tint.

Once she was done, she looked in the mirror and was reminded of how good it felt to dress up a little from time to time. She had always been relatively girly, and although she certainly doesn’t wear flannels and boots everyday, she still had to stick to some form of the greaser look. But tonight, it looked like she could party with the Soc’s any night. Y/N loved the look, hated the actual concept of a Soc party. Although she doesn’t go out much, when she does, she would much rather be with her own people.

Y/N checked the clock across her room, and noticed it was now 7:58 p.m, meaning Steve would be here any minute. She has just enough time to apply a dash of her signature perfume, before there's a knock at the door. Luckily enough for both her and Steve, her parents weren’t home, so they didn’t have to face any interrogation about where they’re going and when they’ll be back.

When she opened the door, she could have sworn she saw Steve’s eyes bulge out of his head.

“Y/N, you look...incredible.” He barely manages to get the words out.

She giggles, cheeks heating. “Thank you, so do you.”

The two of them stand there staring at each other for a moment.

“Uh, Steve? Shouldn’t we be going now?” Y/N inquires.

A second passes before he seems to return to reality. “Oh yeah, of course. Sorry, it’s just- you look really beautiful.”

Y/N smiles at the ground for a second, before replying. “Okay, smooth guy. Let’s get going now.” She loops her arm through his as he escorted her to the car.

*****

When they enter the house, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes fills the air. Loud music is playing, it seems a couple card games are already going on, and the night is just starting.

The couple immediately sees Dallas and Two-Bit and makes their way across the room to them.

“Guys! You made it!” Two-Bit exclaims.

“And...together?” Dally questions.

“Well, I mean, we’re here together, but we’re not together.” Y/N tries to explain.

“Ahh, and how does Romeo feel about Mercutio stealing his Juliet?” Dallas quips.

Y/N is stunned for a second, “Wow, since when does Dallas Winston reference Shakespeare?” she asks.

“Since I heard Ponyboy use that exact same phrase an hour ago and he had to explain to me what it meant. I’d figure you’d get it Y/N.” He laughs.

“Oh, trust me, Romeo and Juliet is my favorite Shakespearean tragedy, but I still don’t get what you’re meaning to relate it to.” Y/N added.

Steve let out a nervous laugh, before placing his hand in the small of Y/N’s back. “How about you and I go grab a drink, Y/N?” Steve suggests while leading them off. “Catch up with you later guys!” He shouts, already halfway across the room.

For another hour or two, Y/N tried to let loose, she had a couple drinks and danced with Steve. She was having a great time, no doubt. But she still couldn’t push Dally’s words out of her mind. He was quoting Pony? About Steve and Y/N… The whole situation was messy and she was trying to piece it together as she sat at an empty table watching Steve play a game of pool from a short distance.

And all of a sudden, from across the room, none other than the handsome greaser who she had been trying to push from her mind all night walks through the door. Sodapop Curtis is at one of Bucks crazy parties. But why? And then it clicks all at once. Ponyboy must have been trying to say that, well, if Y/N is Juliet, Steve is Mercutio, that means...Soda is supposed to be Romeo? But in some messed up version where Juliet is at a party with Mercutio, and kissing him, and making out with him during movies with Romeo just feet away.

Y/N felt light headed, trying to process where she was and what she was doing. Sodapop told her there was no hidden meaning behind his passive aggressiveness. He assured her he was just mad because he was shocked, because it could break up their friendships. He practically told her he wasn’t jealous. He couldn’t be Romeo, he couldn’t feel that way about Y/N. Ponyboy must have been severely misinformed.

Before he can catch her staring, Y/N pulls her gaze away from Soda, instead opting to grab onto Steves hand, and leading him onto the dance floor once again. She can feel his eyes on them as they dance, his burning gaze that he had no right to be plaguing her with. Maybe it was the liquid courage, but Y/N thought to herself, fine, if he wants to stare, might as well give him something to stare at.

Just then, she pulls Steve close to her again, crashing her lips on his, while they continue to sway to the music. When they finally come up for air again, Sodapop is nowhere in sight.

“What was that for?” Steve grins.

“You just look so darn cute when you dance,” she replies, pecking him on the cheek.

Another hour or so passes by, and the party is in full swing. But Y/N has yet to see Sodapop since he first walked in.

“You know, I’m gonna go grab another drink, you want anything?” She asks Steve.

“I’m alright, thanks though.” he replies.

She swiftly saunters off, pushing through the crowds of people, scanning their faces for an all too familiar one.

After a few minutes of wandering, and almost completing a whole lap around the party, Y/N is about to give up. Remembering she was supposed to come back with a fresh drink in hand, she makes her way into the kitchen. Of course, in the comical mess that was Y/N’s life, a very intoxicated Sodapop was standing next to Jess as he handed out drinks. Y/N cautiously approached the pair.

“Y/N! Steve actually managed to convince you to come?” Jess joked.

She let out an uneasy laugh, “yeah, I guess he did.”

Sodapop completely avoids Y/N’s eyeline, huffing at the mention of Steve.

“So what can I get you?” Jess asks.

“Just another…” Y/N pauses, lifting up her drink to inspect it. “Whatever this is?” she replies unsure, giggling a little.

“Coming right up, beautiful!” he replies, before ducking deeper into the kitchen to retrieve the drink, leaving Y/N and Soda alone together, for the first time in days.

The silence is practically unbearable, so Y/N decides to be the first to end it. She takes a seat at the table next to Sodapop. Around them, people dance, sing, kiss, scream, and fight. But not here. Here, at this remote island Y/N finds herself stuck on, it’s just her and Sodapop, not knowing what to say.

“Hey,” she begins with.

He rolls his eyes over to meet hers, over exaggerated annoyance apparent on his face. “Hello, Y/N.” he states.

“How have you been?” she questions.

“Grand.” he says sharply, crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/N puffs out her cheeks, lost for words. She’s about to go find Jess and head back to Steve, and she even stands up to leave before she feels Sodapop reaching for her.

“Wait...don’t leave.” he slurs out.

She sighs, but ultimately sits back down.

“I’m sorry I’ve been like this, the past few daysss.” he extends the last word, sounding barely awake.

Y/N says nothing, waiting for an explanation.

He realizes she isn’t just brushing him off and he continues. “I- I just don’t like-” he pauses, tilts his head back, and scrunches his eyes shut for half a second before quickly continuing. “I don’t like seeing you and Steve together. All in my-” he gestures his hands around his head. “all in my face.” he finishes.

Y/N bites her lip, not knowing what to say next. He eagerly awaits her response.

“I know, Pepsi-Cola, and I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you earlier.” she apologizes.

He lets out a sharp laugh. “That's ironic isn’t it?” he stares down at the table, seemingly not focused on anything.

Y/N feels her brows knit together like they do when she’s confused.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

Suddenly, Sodapop looks stone cold sober. “It just didn’t matter to him at all did it?” he says.

Now, Y/N is more confused than she was before they started talking. She wasn’t even sure how that could be possible.

“What didn’t?” she pushes for an answer.

“I’ve been in love with you since the seventh grade, and he still took you from me, like it- like my feelings, our friendship- like it meant nothing.”

Y/N’s heart sinks. Her head whirls. Her breathing halts. The world stops spinning, just for that moment. That moment where Sodapop said he loved Y/N. Loved...loves? She tried to replay what his exact words were, but her brain couldn’t produce a coherent thought.

“You’re drunk, Sodapop.” is all she can say.

“In fact I am, Y/N.” he replies.

Just then, Jess reappears, a drink in hand. He places it in front of Y/N proudly.

“Thanks, but I actually don’t think I’m gonna need it. I really think I should bring Soda home.” Y/N places her hand over Sodapop’s forehead, who looks like hes about to be sick.

“What do you mean? The party’s just starting! It’s barely past midnight- and I haven’t even gotten to show off my impeccable dance moves to you yet.” he jokes.

Y/N keeps a hand against Sodapop’s cheek. He wraps his arms around her waist, as she is now standing while he remains seated. She messes up his hair a little, affectionately.

“While that is quite tempting, this dumby here is kinda my best friend. And he’s pretty much the biggest light weight you’ll ever meet.” She says, helping Soda rise to his feet. He slings his arm around her for balance. “So with that being said, if you could do me a favor? Tell Steve something came up and that um- I had a great time. And to call me when he gets home so I know he got back safe.” She smiles at Jess, about to leave before turning around and adding, “And if you wouldn’t mention that I left with Soda?” she says barely above a whisper.

“Your secret is safe with me.” He winks at Y/N, before heading back to serve more drinks.

When they had finally made their way out of the party, they began the short walk across town, to the Curtis house.

*****

Wow, that walk takes a lot longer when you’re dragging your drunk buddy behind you the whole time. Y/N notes. Darry and Ponyboy are both fast asleep by now, so quietly she sneaks Sodapop into the kitchen.

She manages to get him to sit at the counter without breaking anything in their path. She quickly grabs a glass from the cabinet, fills it with water, and leaves the room for a moment, before returning with a couple aspirin in hand.

“Take these.” She hands them to Sodapop, watching as he swallows them to make sure he does. “And drink all of this.” She taps the glass.

He smiles at her, amused.

She can’t help but feel her face slightly light up at his sudden cheerfulness.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.

“Cause you love me,” he hums.

Y/N’s heart races, but she attempts to remain composed.

“Of course I do, you’re my best friend.” she reasons.

“No, not like that Y/N. Never like that. Okay? We’re more than that. I love you. You see?” His motions still indicate he’s intoxicated, but not quite as heavily as he previously was.

Y/N pours herself a glass of water, too, and stands across the kitchen from him, leaning against the counter.

“You don’t know what you’re saying, Sodapop.” Y/N mentions.

He smiles obliviously, before shouting as loud as he can, “I love you Y/F/N! I am in love with you!” She immediately rushes over to him. Clasping a hand over his mouth.

“Oh my god Sodapop, what are you thinking? Are you trying to get us killed? In about two seconds Darry is gonna run in here and he’s going to see that you are drunk and then-”

Sodapop grabs Y/N, pulling her into his lap. Y/N removes her hand from his mouth, in shock by his blatant neediness.

“Why don’t you just kiss me already, Y/N?” he whispers to her. At this point, her heart is racing so fast, that Y/N is sure he can hear it beat. And as much as she wants to, she can’t do this.

“No Soda, come on, not like this. We’re better than this. If we’re gonna do this, our first kiss will not be in your kitchen at one A.M when we are both drunk.” She kisses his temple lightly, before standing up and offering him her hand. He takes it half-heartedly as she leads him to bed.

“So you’re saying you’ve thought about it then? And want it to be special?” he inquires.

Y/N rolls her eyes and giggles. “I didn’t say that Pepsi-Cola.”

“Well I’ve thought about it. A lot. More than I should possibly.” When he says this, Y/N swears she’s died and gone to heaven. Or that she must be dreaming.

Finally, they reach Ponyboy and Sodapop’s shared bedroom. Pony is sound asleep, somehow, despite Sodapop’s previous screaming.

“Okay, smooth guy, let's get you to bed.” It isn’t until the words leave her mouth that she recalls how she used the exact same nickname earlier in the night, to her date, Steve. A wave of guilt comes crashing over her. She tries to brush it off, and focus on the task at hand.

Sodapop struggles to take off his shirt, so Y/N helps him, while he manages to take off his belt and jeans. Standing there in just his underwear, Y/N tosses him a shirt she grabbed from his dresser. He quickly puts it on.

“Turn around, I need to get dressed too.” she states. Sodapop obliges, quickly turning around. And then there is silence as Y/N reaches behind her to try to unzip her own dress. Even in his drunken haze, with his back turned to her, Sodapop knows she's struggling.

“Uh- do you need help?” he asks innocently.

She sighs, “Actually, yes.” Y/N replies.

Finally, Sodapop stands behind her as she holds her hair up and away from the zipper. He is extremely cautious as he unzips the tight dress, and it falls off her body, and to the floor softly. For that brief moment, there was a shared intimacy between them- the tension was so much. It was almost like, Y/N could have just turned around and kissed him. Well, she could have. But it wasn’t right. Not yet. They had waited years for their time, it certainly wasn’t right now.

Sodapop’s cheeks turned a bright red, flushed, and he quickly turned around to hide this from Y/N. She threw on one of his oversized shirts, and noted that it smelled so much like him and found comfort in that. She taps him on the shoulder, “you can turn around now.” she adds.

“Oh,” they face each other once more.

“Let's get you to bed Pepsi-Cola.”

And then, shes at his bed side. Guiding him under the covers, leaving a glass of water on his nightstand. And wanting nothing more than to stay there with him, possibly forever.

She kisses him on the cheek, “goodnight, Sodapop.”

“Why do you always sleep on the couch, there’s enough room for two people in the bed.” he yawns through his question.

“There's already two people in the bed silly,” she glances at Ponyboy, who remains sleeping.

“I guess that's a valid point…” he mumbles. “Have I mentioned that I love you?” he responds.

“A couple times.” She kisses him on the nose. “Now goodnight, for real, Pepsi-”

“Do you love me Y/N?” he asks with pleading eyes.

Maybe it was because she just wanted to go to bed, or maybe it was the alcohol, or even because deep down she knew it was the truth, but Y/N responds, “Of course I do, Sodapop, I always have, I always will.”

“Always?” he asks.

“Always.” she repeats, before closing his door, and heading to the couch for an inevitable restless night's sleep.

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kinkymagnus · 4 years

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Twi YouTube AU?? 👀

dlgjk ok i dont have a coherent au idea i just like the idea of like.

alec being this confident youtuber man who does all sorts of shit, like funny vlogs and maybe some sketches with his siblings or some lets plays or something, idk, he’s just a popular youtuber like, idk, fuckin markiplier or something, you know, kinda does a lot of stuff. maybe some fashion/interior design shit? idk? but like. he’s pretty popular and if there’s any list on tumblr that’s like “some queer creators you should try watching” he’s always up there because he’s pretty open about being gay. maybe at first he wasn’t in the earlier youtube days but he had a pretty emotional coming out video and everyone was like “holy shit”

meanwhile magnus is like, a quietly popular youtuber, you know? kind of a niche audience, but with decent numbers. he does a lot of things, like vlogs about being trans. like, oh my god. magnus documenting his transition? would that even be a thing? wait oh my god is this mundane au, or is this canon? because twi magnus who’s actually a warlock with a youtube channel would be hilarious but maybe not a good idea. you know what? how about a mix. he’s mortal and was born in modern times and all, he’s like the same age as alec–idk why but i’m thinking he’s like a few weeks older or a month or two older than alec and alec jokingly teases him about being old–but he like…. still has magic, because why the fuck not. actually, you know what? fuck it? it’s an au where magic is just openly a thing. not even necessarily canonverse magic, just. some people have magic. magnus does little tutorials and shit, he has a real talent for it and he’s actually really powerful but he hides that. (possible plotline: some paparazzi discover he’s like, a level ten mage, and it’s a scale from 1-10 and 8 is the most powerful u get most of the time, there’s been a few really famous 9s and there’s been one 10 ever and that was fucking merlin. you feel. because why not. idek fuck.) anyway he has little diy make your own magical charms and weaving enchantment and safe summoning circles and tips for writing magical contracts and shit like that. he’s this cute little nerd but he’s like incredibly knowledgeable and he knows how to teach it in a way that’s understandable and accessible? and he answers questions in really clear ways, and he does amazing demonstrations that look so cool people accuse him of editing but he’s just That Good. and he’s like, actually a really well-published wizard/magic scientist, he invented the fucking portal, but probably under a pseudonym because he doesn’t really want the attention. (his last name is fell in honor of his mentor. yes. although if he does multiple ones he may or may not also use loss, santiago, rollins, etc.) anyway he’s just so fucking good, he has all these videos explaining magical theory in pretty easy to understand ways (maybe going from really simple to like “i understand the basics here and am ready for the technical terms but need an overview” videos you know.

also he doesn’t just do magic videos, because i said so. also maybe some blogs, and like. because i want to. some fashion/makeup tips. and it’s weirdly endearing because it’s not something you’d expect since he doesn’t wear makeup that often–although a) there are def gifsets of his full makeup looks on tumblr, and b) when he does occasionally decide to wear lipstick or eyeshadow or whatever, most of his fans are like omg yes!! u look cute! also headcanon: twi magnus wears less makeup in general but he still indulges in nail polish. mostly dark/muted colors on his fingers, but bright silly colors on his toes. NAYWAYWYA

also magnus bane is his chosen name because he wanted something cool and wizardy sounding and undeniably masculine.

also he’s so fucking sweet like look his videos are pretty popular because they’re just handy but he’s not exactly like, a super popular celebrity or anything, you know? but when he does meet fans he’s so incredibly sweet and he does selfies and he’s very appreciative of his followers? he’s so genuine?

and alec is way more popular–not that he’s not kind and appreciative of his followers. it’s just the thing is, magnus and alec are totally opposite sides of youtube. alec is friendly charismatic completely non-magical youtuber, he plays video games with his sister and like, does vlogs and reaction videos and shit you know. magnus is out here with educational tutorials and excited rambles about magical theory. (i feel like sometimes he accidentally starts doing groundbreaking research for a video and forgets to like, publish it first, and people are like wait what the fuck holy shit)

but then they fucking meet.

and a) they’re Instantly smitten. b) this will eventually result in the weirdest collab ever.

like NO ONE would expect magnus bane, tarot reader and tutorial on magic diy and shit, occasionally does makeup videos and little vlogs and talks about Issues sometimes, to collab with typical hot vlogger gamer man alec lightwood. but it happens, and somehow it’s the best fucking thing ever.

i’m not sure how their channels collide. maybe alec plays a game involving magic and magnus talks about all the ways it’s right/wrong but it ends up just being bantering and giggling and magnus may or may not end up leaning into him on the couch their sitting on and giggling as he makes a stupid joke with the character in the game and immediately everyone’s like…… we ship it

not that i support irl shipping but u know how it goes, everyones like “damn they’re cute” and they’re both openly queer so there’s that. i mean, still not cool, but you know

but really tho they keep doing collabs after that and become actual friends and both start kind of….. doing things for each other’s channel? magnus does a thing like “interview with someone who knows nothing about magic” and we just see a total mundane take on magic and honestly it’s really interesting for both of them, we have more “magnus, who’s an Old Soul and despite having a youtube channel is actually not that great with technology, raphael does all the editing, tries to play video games and kinda fails at it but he gets the hang of some of them”?? he likes puzzle games and mariokart, he does NOT like super smash bros because “THE CHARACTER NEVER DOES WHAT I WANT IT TO ALEXANDER” “you’re just jealous bc i beat ur ass” “you wanna play mariokart again, lightwood?!”

magnus does a tarot reading for alec, alec does a vlog with him just like “day in the life of alec lol :P” and there’s moments where he just comes up behind magnus like “hey what’s up” and magnus, who’s in rumpled home clothing, sees the camera and chuckles and kinda half heartedly waves it away, and the audience loses their mind at how cute he looks lkdhjgfh

they just become actual good friends, you know? it’s weird bc you wouldn’t think it would work but it really, really does

also on of alec’s fans at some point tries to make a transphobic crack at magnus during a livestream and alec goes OFF on his ass and it’s trending for the next week, the clip goes viral, it’s like “HIMBO GOES OFF ON HATERS FOR BEING TRANSPHOBIC TO HIS FRIEND/POSSIBLE LOVER?” and alec apologizes to magnus for all the attention it brought them but magnus is like “it’s okay, we can use this” and they end up using the hype to do one of those charity livestreams youtubers do and all the proceeds go to something like mermaids or the trevor project, you feel? they’re like “suck it transphobes look at all this money you got trans ppl” khjfgh

ok but eventually they do get together, not on camera, and while it’s slow at first and kind of secret (from the internet, not from friends and family) they’re also not super subtle. they know they’re not, but they’re just sort of like “it’s no one’s business, we’ll announce it when we’re ready”

and honestly tho they love each other so much

also i’ve just decided it’s not uncommon for strong magic-users, even like, level 4 or 5 and up, to have marks, so while his cat eyes are usually glamoured maybe he showed them after a q&a or in a vlog or something? and there are like. lots of gifsets of this, okay, and like, lots of thirst comments. which are like, this weird mix of slightly uncomfortable, really flattering/validating, and embarrassing (in a good and bad way). anyway, magnus has cat eyes in this au, because i fucking said so.

ANYWAY back to their relationship, they’re in love

how did they meet? maybe at a con they bumped into each other, or a totally random fan was like “y’all should do a collab” and everyone was like “what”

or maybe a mutual friend and fellow youtuber, meliorn, who is a nonbinary youtuber who fucking has a sword don’t question me, introduces them?

idk. but when they meet they hit it off instantly and flirt and end up getting coffee and they don’t date for a while (maybe mutual pining/misunderstandings like “oh he doesn’t like me like that, but it’s okay, we can still be friends :)” or something lkfgjhfgh) but eventually they end up getting together

how? no idea. let me think about it.

idk why but im thinking they’re filming at magnus’s apartment and they’re on his couch and just. late night. they’ve finished up filming but they’re still bantering and maybe playing some video game like mariokart or watching a movie together and just. magnus is leaned all the way into alec, just snuggled up and pressed close against him, alec ends up putting an arm around him, and alec cracks a joke or teases him and magnus sits up a bit to like, poke his chest or flick his nose (you know what i mean? like in an otp person a shifts, still kinda sitting in their lap, and is like [playfully hits shoulder or boops nose or something] and now they’re making eye contact and person b ends up pulling them into a soft kiss???) anyway THEY MAKE EYE CONTACT AND ALEC PULLS HIM INTO A SOFT KISS and alec almost pulls away when he realizes what he’s done but magnus makes this soft little happy noise and leans into him, kissing back, and they just end up kissing for a bit and when they break apart alec is just looking up at him with breathless wonder and magnus is looking down at him with that same soft reverence and alec blurts out something like “you’re magical” and magnus just loses it and he’s giggling and leaning against alec’s chest and alec starts laughing too and magnus can feel the vibrations in his chest and it’s just so nice and pleasant and wonderful and they may or may not end up making out

they have to talk about it in the morning when they end up falling asleep together in magnus’s bed, cuddled close, but they find, to both of their delights, they both want to date and be in a serious relationship and it’s so fucking good ok

they go to dinner and the transition from friendship to romance is a little awkward but so worth it, especially when they realize HEY IT’S BOTH YOU DONT STOP BEING FRIENDS WHEN YOU DATE. i mean like, they didn’t not know that, but it’s like, idk how to explain you know they’re kinda like “are we doing this right” and then they’re like “fuck doing it right we can keep cuddling on the couch and giggling and bantering over stupid shit and watching dumb movies and kicking each others asses in video games it doesn’t matter we just also kiss and have dinner more often and sleep together and also we may or may not be in love”

also they’re That Couple. they’re like straight to the honeymoon, they’re domestic from the first week. magnus is casually doing magic around the house (imagine: he just dyes his hair on a whim and grows it out a little bit and alec is like “i love u no matter how u style ur hair and stuff, and like, ur usual look is so fuckin cute and handsome, but also I Love This.”) but like he’s like (casually summons small ball of light to read book at night) (casually makes alec little protective charms–side note alec def makes him some of these too, but he asks magnus’s old mentor, ragnor, and two of his friends that can do magic, catarina and dot, to enchant it, since he can’t himself, and having magic woven by people who care about him will make it stronger. oh mhyhogfd) and just like. magic used to be something he mostly kept to himself (this def has something to do with his parents–his mom, who he thinks killed herself because of his eyes/magic, his birth dad who’s a powerful sorcerer–level 9, actually, and they think magnus is level 8 for a long time–who was an abusive fuckstick) and then he started doing youtube and it was a kinda show, a gift, something to share, but still not really something he just used openly in front of people he cared about (other than his close friends, since most of them do magic too anyway) but with alec it’s so easy to do that casually?? it’s so easy to just feel comfortable and safe????? yes

anyway they do eventually “come out” as boyfriends, maybe something short and sweet like just. a tweet of magnus sleeping curled up on alec’s chest and he’s like “god i love my boyfriend

they were already not subtle but now that they’re not hiding it they’re so fucking blatantly in love tbh. they do one of those boyfriend tag videos and it’s fucking adorable, at high request they do some couples games kind of videos, like the newlywed game and fuck marry kill (mostly on alec’s channel but magnus has a few, too) and it’s just HIGH QUALITY FUCKING CONTENT

also originally i was just thinking something along the lines of “in canon verse, twi alec is instagram famous/famous on social media and he gets cute tarot boyfriend and is like look at my cute boyfriend and then magnus’s small insta account mostly for his business gets a fuck ton of new followers and alec’s gets a considerable amount too” and now i’m imagining everyone from their respective audiences first thirst-following the other, then actually getting invested

but really tho they’re the internet’s hottest couple for a while it’s great

for some reason i’m picturing them doing a live tour now, with like, accessible tickets and magnus does magic live on stage and idek what else they’d do tbh but it’d be fun as fuck

anyway this au got away from me

me: i dont have any real coherent ideas

also me: [vomits a 2,500+ word ESSAY]

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #twi #twi malec #trans magnus #long post #youtube au

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ilovereadingandilovebreathing · 5 years

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Inside, Outside, Upside Down

A/N: I loved Dan Howell’s coming out video, but in like a painful, “same, dude” kind of way for a lot of it. You’ll see some similarities and likely unintentional references. I guess this is kind of an update to the college AU. *throws my emotions like confetti and runs*

•Takes place during Pride month•

Characters: Roman, Patton, Virgil (Platonic Royality and Prinxiety)

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: internalized biphobia, negative self talk, crying, little bit of crude talk about penises, cussing, body horror mentions, religious topics

••••

Roman scrolled listlessly through his Twitter feed, his heart doing somersaults at the constant colors filtering across his screen. So much positivity. So much love for and within the community, and yet he felt so much pain. So much isolation. The bright colors seemed a bitter, ironic contrast to how Roman felt, and he quietly turned off his phone, laying his arm over his eyes and taking a deep breath.

“The last time you napped in the late afternoon, you didn’t sleep until 3am. Please don’t do that to me again.”

Roman started a bit at the sudden noise, but he moved his arm up enough to roll his eyes at Virgil as he leaned over the back of their shared couch. “Not sleeping. Just resting. Contemplating.”

“Contemplating?....”

“Dinner.”

“Fair.” Virgil went around the couch and curled up in their worn arm chair, pulling out his phone and scrolling languidly. “You decided whether or not you’re coming to Pride with us?”

Something stabbed painfully at Roman’s chest.

[[MORE]]

“Mmm not yet. Not sure how busy I’ll be around then.”

“It’s in a few days, Roman.”

“I know, but summer professors can be sneaky bastards sometimes.”

“You’re taking P.E.”

“And Advanced Shakespearean Studies!”

“Yeah whatever. You know you’re too good at that shit to worry.” Virgil chuckled and grinned wickedly. “I hope your professor properly expounds on all the homoeroticism.”

“He doesn’t have to. It’s pretty obvious.” Roman laughed a bit. “Shakespeare isn’t exactly known for subtly. He’s the king of dick jokes.”

“It’s a well-earned title, but honestly, dicks are an easy target. They can be pretty hilarious.”

Roman rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t know.”

“I thought you were bi?”

Roman froze. “I am....but that doesn’t mean I’ve...you know....”

“Been with a guy.”

“Right. Kind of self-preservation when you’re from a town like mine and in the social media age.”

“That sucks. Sorry to hear it.”

“It is what it is, I suppose.”

They lapsed into silence, uncomfortable for Roman, but Virgil didn’t seem to notice as he focused on his phone.

Suddenly, Virgil spoke up, “If you’re worried about someone exposing you or something, I totally won’t judge if you sit out on Pride. I don’t think Logan is going because of all the stimuli and stuff, so you could hang out with him.”

“Oh, yeah. That’d be fine.” Roman replied, slinging his arm back over his eyes.

“Hey, you okay?” The hint of worry in Virgil’s tone wasn’t lost on Roman.

“Why do you ask?”

“Your arm. Do you have a headache?”

“Not literally. Metaphorically, that might be a good name to give it.”

“Oh. Something’s bothering you, then?”

“Yes, but why do you care?”

There’s silence for a moment, and then Virgil quietly implored, “don’t do this, Roman.”

“Do what?” Roman uncovered an eye to peer at Virgil, curious and perhaps even challenging him.

“Isolate yourself. Push us- Push me away.” Virgil’s tone was laced with bitterness, and he sighed. “You did it when your Grandma was sick. You do it when exams are stressing you out. I get the need for alone time, but isolating yourself when you need support is...can be dangerous.”

Roman scoffed and rolled to face the back of the couch. “It’s not like you’re any better. You’re not exactly Mr. Open with your emotions.”

“But I go to a therapist, and I know you don’t. I talk to you guys when I need to, but for the most part, my stuff is just....in my head.” Virgil sighed. “Roman...if you don’t want to talk, I understand, and that’s okay, but if you do want to talk, I am listening, open, and willing to hear what you have to say.”

Virgil’s voice had become small and tapered, and a pang of guilt sliced through Roman’s chest. It was true, Roman had avoided going to therapy for fear of digging up things that he...wasn’t quite ready to deal with yet, but Virgil swore by therapy; he had even brought them some resources he believed would help their home dynamic. Virgil was using his version of one of the scripted conversation starters from the “Communication is Key” pamphlet currently stacked under their coffee table, and, despite how patronized Roman often felt with these approaches, Roman decided for once he could humor Virgil, even if just a bit.

Besides, Roman knew perfectly well that he was hiding and intentionally so, but he also knew that his roommates, especially Patton, got upset when he hid himself away when he was struggling, but it was summer and Pride, and Roman didn’t know which was worse: the guilt of bringing his friends down or drowning in his own thoughts. Considering the second was a metaphorical death, Roman decided to bite the bullet and take the plunge.

“I’m sorry I upset you.” Roman took a deep breath to keep himself steady, doing his best to remember the scripted reply to what Virgil had said. “No, I’m not fine...I do need to talk, but I’m hesitant. I want to talk, I think, but I don’t know how to talk about it, really. It all seems so ridiculous.”

“That’s off script.” Virgil quipped not unkindly, peering at Roman over his phone. “You can verbally process, if you need to. Talk therapy. Just let out whatever comes to mind, coherent or not.”

“You mean rant.”

“That’s the layman’s term, yeah.”

Roman exhaled through his nose and sat up, legs crossed and forearms resting on his calves. He stared at the carpet for a few minutes, getting his thoughts together as best as he could before getting in to it.

“As sucky as it is....I think Pride is my problem.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Because I’m closeted.” Roman said it as if the connection should have been obvious.

“So...you��re jealous?”

“I mean, yeah, if you want to be blunt about it.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“So...is jealous all you feel?”

“...No.”

“Is jealous not the root of your issue, then?”

“.....”

“Roman?”

“...No.”

“What is, then?”

“I don’t know.”

“You said you feel more than just jealous. How else do you feel?”

Roman gasped when he realized his hand was gripping his shirt, over his heart. “....Hurt...”

“And?”

“...Sad...”

“And?”

“...Overwhelmed.”

“Why?”

“Because...” Roman erupted into a rough, humorless laugh; he crooked his arms in his lap and rested his forehead against his palms, his hair falling forward to hide his face. “...I don’t know. I just...do. God, I can’t get in to this right now.”

“In to what? Why can’t you?”

“Because it hurts.”

“What hurts?”

“Pride.”

“And?”

“It’s not just Pride. It’s something else. What is it, Roman? You can tell me. I promise I won’t judge.”

“....It’s not so simple.”

“What’s not?”

“Everything.”

“You gotta be more specific.”

“Everything around being Bi in my life. My sexuality, my life....my past. It’s not as clean and easy as yours. You got to come out to your mom and grandma.”

“Yeah, after years of hating and questioning myself-“

“Well, I’m still doing that.”

There is a beat of silence.

“God, Roman. I’m sorry-”

“Don’t. Stop. I don’t want your pity. Or anyone’s pity. I don’t need it.” Roman scoffed and caught himself; he squeezed his hands, pulling lightly at his roots as he fought himself to keep control. “Sorry. I’m glad you care, but it’s just...it’s so hard to talk about.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I need to!” Roman’s head shot up; his eyes were glistening, tinged a pale pink. “I need to talk about it so badly. So badly it feels like it’s...like it’s eating at me from the inside. It’s clawing at me, my heart, my brain, my organs. It’s like an evil little creature or a disease or something that’s eating away at me constantly. I have to talk about it because if I don’t I’ll keep stewing in it like I am now, but if I do talk about it, it’s like getting cancerous tumor removed, but I’m awake during the operation. It’s killing me, but the thought of getting it out scares me even more than dying because who knows what the side effects could be!” Roman was openly crying now, tears trailing down his cheeks as he stared at Virgil, all but verbally pleading for him to listen, to care.

Virgil was frozen, unsure how to proceed now that Roman so clearly wanted to talk but was so unwilling to continue. Plus, touching was a no-go that day, and Roman clearly needed someone to help ground him.

Thankfully for them both, Patton’s afternoon class had ended, so their cheery yet paternally inclined roommate breezed through the front door before either could react.

“Happy Monday, Roomies!” Patton rounded the couch to head to his room, but he stopped short when he finally registered the mood of the room, looking from Virgil to the sniffling Roman before dropping his bag on the coffee table to run to Roman’s side. Roman resisted being drawn into Patton’s embrace, but he allowed Patton to take his hand, the other smiling sadly as he tenderly plucked a tissue from the box on their end table and wiped the tears from Roman’s cheeks. “Not so happy Monday, huh?” Patton muttered.

Virgil shook his head. “Ro, are you done?”

“Yes...or, no....I just-I don’t know. It’s just so hard.”

“What’s hard, baby?” Patton cut in, tone low and soothing which only made Roman cry harder.

“Talking about...everything.”

Patton looked to Virgil for elaboration, but the other shook his head. “Remember, more specific. The past?”

“I....I just....it’s just not...not good.”

“Why does Pride make you think of your past?”

“Because...I can’t be part of it.” Roman hiccuped over a sob. “I’m not out to anyone at home, and I’m so scared they’ll find out somehow, but...I’m so so tired of being scared. I’m so tired of having to hide a whole part of myself because someone decided it me wrong for me to be my whole self. I’m so tired of remembering how shitty things are back home.”

“I’m so sorry, Ro.” Patton rubbed the back of Roman’s hand with his thumb, his other hand on Roman’s knee. “We’ve definitely taken our families’ ultimate openness to us fore-granted.” There was an implication there, of shared pain and questioning and heartache, but Virgil and Patton had both been at that stage before, and they knew Roman didn’t want to hear their sad stories that ultimately ended happy. That wasn’t how Roman saw his story ending just then.

“...Hey...” Roman’s tone was lighter, slightly manic around the edges as he hiccuped and let out an off-kilter laugh. “You guys ever heard of ‘pray the gay away?’”

Patton and Virgil both cringed

“Of course.” Virgil replied with a humorless laugh of his own. “It’s kind of a politically incorrect meme now, though.”

“Yeah...it doesn’t work.” Roman suddenly sobered. “I tried. So many times. I begged God to take it back, but, like Lady Gaga said, He doesn’t make mistakes. Or really, He doesn’t do take-backsies.” Roman giggled, but it quickly melted into cries again.

“Holy shit, Ro.” Virgil’s jaw worked painfully, and he gripped the thick arm of his chair.

“Yeah, my family is that type. The ‘not-friendly-to-LGBT-kids’ type.” Roman’s voice shuddered. “Or to LGBT anyone. I never told any of them, especially not my parents...” Roman’s voice caught and lowered to a whisper. “...I never even told my grandmother. I was so scared that it would shatter everything we have. I love her so much, but I just...didn’t know how she would react. And I couldn’t handle...if she rejected me.” Roman was openly sobbing, and he opened his arms for Patton to comfort him which the latter took on more than willingly.

Patton held Roman to his chest, one hand on the back of his head and the other holding him close. Patton rocked them both carefully, and after a minute or two, he spoke softly in Roman’s ear.

“Roman, you are so beautiful and wonderful just as you are, no matter what anyone says. Logan, Virgil, and I love you so much, and I know your grandmother does to.” Patton held on tighter when Roman cried roughly. “It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to wonder and to question. Please know that we love you and are here if you need us to be. You don’t have to go through this alone, lovebug. You’re not alone.” Roman just continued to cry in Patton’s arms, feeling safe yet free when surrounded by Patton’s comfort.

Eventually, Roman cried himself out. He still gripped Patton like a lifeline, reaching out to pluck tissues from the box Patton had moved in front of them. He stayed propped against Patton after the tears had slowed, staring at the ceiling and pondering what he should say because he knew he needed to be the one to speak.

“Thank you.”

Rough, quiet, but a good start.

“Thank you both for listening. I’m sorry all of that flooded out of me; it’s just been bottled for too long, I suppose.”

“We’re here for you, Ro.” Virgil responded, wiping at his own eyes; he had since pulled a leg into the recliner and had his arms pulling it close, like a security item. “Just let us know when you need it and what we can do. You have to know by now-” Virgil took a deep breath, steadying and lowering his voice from where it had risen. “I hope you know that you don’t have to do anything alone.”

“I know. In my mind I do. It’s just so hard...I struggle to understand that people love and care about me, you know? After so many years of being forgotten and dropped by people...it’s just hard to ask for help without feeling like a burden.”

“You’re not a burden.” Patton squeezed him tight, resting his cheek against Roman’s head and rocking them a bit. “But you’re definitely carrying one, and it’s okay to let other people help you carry it. Loads become lighter when they’re shared.”

“Nice metaphor.” Roman blows his nose and sighs, sitting up out of Patton’s arms. “I’m so tired. Being honest is exhausting.”

“And not sleeping.” Virgil adds with an eye roll. “I can hear you bumping around at night.”

“You shouldn’t be awake at all hours, either, Captain Insomnia.”

“You just contradicted your own point; I have a medical reason for not sleeping.”

“Okay, kids.” Patton cut in gently, laying his hand in Roman’s arm. “Someone needs a nap.” Patton stood and pulled Roman up despite the others’ protest. “Just a short one. I’ll time it and wake you up so you can sleep tonight, okay? I’ll walk you up for dinner. Don’t worry.” Patton gave Roman a light push toward his bedroom.

“Hey, Ro.” Virgil spoke up, looking at his phone again to break to seriousness of the moment. “I can totally skip out on Pride and hang out with you. We can have our own, private little celebration here. No social media involved.”

“Oooo a party!” Patton wiggles excitedly in place. “A just us party sounds fun! We can decorate the whole apartment! I can even come up with some games! Yeah let’s do it! We can skip out on big Pride this year.”

Roman paused and turned part of the way around, glancing over the pair shyly. “I don’t want you two missing out on celebrating on my account. Please, go. I’ll be fine.”

“But I want to stay in. It might rain that day, and sometimes the huge crowd can be...overwhelming.” Virgil really put effort into his denial, but Roman rolled his eyes.

“It’s your choice. If you want to party, I won’t be upset or offended. It’s not like I’ve ever been to Pride before to know what I’m missing.” Roman grimaced at the accidental guilt trip, but the other two seemed unperturbed.

“It’s fun, but we can have our own fun tailored to what we like and want out of Pride.” Patton smiled and shooed Roman toward his room. “Go sleep. Don’t worry about any of it.”

Roman sighed and trudged toward his room, rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn as he went.

Once Roman’s door was closed, Virgil turned to Patton. “We’re actually doing this Pride party, right? Because there’s no way in hell I can go knowing that he’s going to be sitting here alone with all those shitty thoughts in his head.”

“Absolutely!” Patton grinned and flopped back onto the couch. “That means Lo won’t have to be alone, either. He always acts like he doesn’t care, but I know he’d like to be involved if he could, especially since he just figured out he’s Asexual and all.”

Virgil nodded. “We don’t have long to party plan.”

“Let’s get to it, then! We can order take out from Roman’s favorite place tonight.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Virgil moved to the couch, and the pair spent the hours before and after dinner conspiring to put together a memorable Pride party for their friends.

Spoiler: it was a great time.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #thomas sanders fic #thomas sanders fanfic #tsfanfics #mine

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dvjjikook · 4 years

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Why do people hate BTS Jimin?.( A topic that needs to be explained. )

So I thought to create a post about the reasons that made some people to hate Park Jimin, also known as the lead vocalist + dancer of the popular Kpop band BTS. There are plenty of reasons that led some people to hate Jimin and today i thought to explain few of those.

Why do some people hate Park jimin?. Let’s begin.

1. Because he is gorgeous.

Yes, being gorgeous also attracts other’s hate. As far as i know, some fan girls who call themselves ‘armys’ post hate comments about jimin in social media but when someone asks them to stop because it harms jimin’s reputation, they never accept that they did wrong. They just try to get away from the situation while defending themselves.

I have seen a lot of comments about jimin looking feminine. Some people use this one excuse to humiliate him but let me to say this one thing. Looking feminine is not something that you should be ashamed of but using someone’s appearance to bully him/her is something that you should definitely be ashamed of.

Jimin is not the only one who looks feminine to these people who are from different countries, all around the world. They compare majority of kpop idols to females because they ware makeup.The Korean body type in general is a little bit of skinny and less muscular than the other races. Also average height of korean men is a bit shorter than the other races. Koreans have less facial and body hair than stereo typically other races. So in Korea this is what most of the boys who are in their 20′s look like. Kpop idols also ware makeup and take good care of their skin. They also have to dress well in order to look good when they perform so there is nothing to be surprised of them looking a bit feminine. Even though some guys who are famous for being muscular in south korea are not all ripped or overly muscular. So it’s not wise to label jimin as a feminine boy without getting to know things well.

On the other hand, is that a crime to look feminine?. I had to ask this because some people assumed that jimin is a transgender. Is that one of your business?. It doesn’t matter to us aka his fans since we are here to support him and bts, we are not here to dig into his personal life. Personally i don’t think that he is a transgender because there is no proof. His childhood photos proves that he is a male from birth.

Even though i have explained some things about how is it a normal thing to look a bit feminine in south korea, i like to say this too. If i am being honest, i accept that jimin looks a bit feminine than his fellow band mates. I think that’s because he wears dangling earrings, sparkling necklaces , silver rings and some times even chokers. He posts pictures on twitter with all fluffy hair, pouty lips and wide eyes. He also filters his photos to look more attractive but is that a crime.? He just likes to look beautiful and no one can judge him for doing that. He can do whatever he wants with his life and with his body.

These fan girls who are into their different biases want to find an excuse to throw hate at Park jimin and that’s why they keep using his appearance like this. They are just jealous because he is more good looking than them even though he is a boy.

The simple word’ handsome’ is not worthy to describe jimin neither the word ‘beautiful.’ The most suitable word to describe his amazing looks is the word called ‘gorgeous’.

2. Because he has a kind heart.

Jimin truly has a kind heart. Most of the armys know this fact. When something bad happens to someone jimin knows, he is the first to get worried. He cares about other’s opinions and their needs individually. When it comes to taking care of his band mates, he is unstoppable. He cares about his band mates so much and he shows it often to the whole world. There is no need to show, his band mates have already accepted that he is the most caring one in their group. When someone from his band gets injured, he is the first to worry. He proceeds to make them happy no matter what. He often tells others to not to worry about him even though he gets hurt some times.

Not only his band mates get to see this emotional side of jimin. He also loves animals a lot. The way he treats to v’s puppy is so amazing. It makes me to think that he will be a great dad in the near future.

Jimin often make donations to educational programs. He helps his school a lot and he is so sweet to his tutors.

I can’t still believe that a person who is sweet as jimin getting this much hate from some people. so i want to remind this,

People who are heartless can’t stand people who have hearts.

3. Because he is talented.

“Why jimin got selected to bts?”. I saw this comment when i was reading some comments of a jimin fmv. I laughed at the second i finished reading it. This is what called jealousy. When these people see jimin getting popular because of his hard work, they start to talk bad about him instead of genuinely being happy about what he achieves.

Anyways, i have the answer to this person’s question.

Jimin got selected to bts just because he is talented enough. I can talk about how talented he is for days, still his list of talents will not end. He is the most talented person i have ever seen if i am being honest. He is a dance god and he proves it every time they perform on stage. Plus he is not a member of the bts dance line if the way he dance is not that good. Him, j hope and jungkook are the ones who help other members when it comes to learning new choreographies. Jin himself admitted that jimin helps him a lot to learn new techniques when it comes to dance.

Also he is a great singer. I don’t have to explain this since practically everyone in this fandom knows this. But i gotta say that he can nail those high notes so well. That’s what most of the people expect from a great singer right?. Also his voice suits him really well. The way he sings can make you feel like you are floating in the air. His voice can make you feel relaxed and calm.

All the members of bts admired the way jimin performs on stage.

By the way if jimin is not this much talented, bts would never be able to get this much popularity. So people who always find bad about jimin should know that jimin plays an important role in bts.

4. Because he can be both sexy and cute.

People also hate him because he is sexy. He got some nice abs and sexy thighs. Even though he is not that much tall, his body is still perfect. I found him so sexy in blood sweat and tears era. He was just so amazing, he still is. He has this sexy look that can attract both males and females alike.

He is also very cute if you ask me. Especially when he does aegyo. Even the members can’t handle his level of aegyo. Personally i think that he has this natural cuteness and sometimes he behaves like a cute lil kitten. I am so done with this human jimin who can play both cute and sexy roles.

I figured out that some of the shippers who ship different ships label his cute and clingy behavior towards his fellow members as a slutty thing. This is a serious situation. i know that everyone has a right to ship members with each other but no one has the right to call him slutty. He can’t be a slut just because he likes skinship with his band mates. It’s just his nature and he likes to get love and attention from others. if it doesn’t bother his 6 band mates then why does it bother you?.

If you don’t like him, then simply skip his pictures, videos and stuff. if you love your ship, then live with your ship forever even if it’s not real but never try to throw hate at him.

5. Because he is popular.

Yes, No matter how haters try to let him down. There are people who love jimin from the bottom of their hearts. There are people who adore his hard work. There are people who think that he deserves everything he got so far. He got some great friends, got so many fans who love him and adore him. He is indeed lucky. He got the attention of famous american hosts and even khalid likes him.

but i still think that he deserves more.

He don’t deserve to get a single hate comment according to me because he have done nothing wrong other than giving his best to us, armys.

6. Because BTS loves him.

BTS loves jimin a lot, not only because he is another member but because of his amazing personality. Even though he is not the youngest, they still treat him like that. They all know that jimin has some insecurities due to these hate comments. so they are ready to protect him no matter what.

There are people who are jealous about this too. I have seen the way of some jk biases are complaining about jimin being treated like the youngest. i mean how immature can a person be.?. they are all like an one family, so what if they treat him like the youngest?. jungkook is obviously the youngest but in korea , the youngest one is the one who always acts cute. so they treat him like the youngest sometimes. jungkook himself treats him like that too.

7. Because some people marry his posters.

All of you know this right?. i am not going to add salt to it. No way but there are people who are even ready to marry jimin’s posters. Not all the people and fans are jimin haters. So haters hate him for this too. They are quick to label him as a gay idol just because this man married his posters.

Being gay is not a crime, he can be gay if he wants to. What’s your problem?.

So i wrote this just because i felt like doing so. I did not mean to hurt anyone’s feelings but if someone gets hurt from this post, he or she is a person who hates jimin.

I want you to say this loud with me.

‘Haters gonna hate , players gonna play’

‘live a life man.’

( Thank you RM )

So if you like this post, please leave a comment.

#bts #jimin #haters #reply #park jimin #bangtan #post

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 5 years

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Any fics abt any pairing just abt good ol love making, romantic, candles, cheesy valentines day love making where they hold eyecontact and laugh and cuddle after

We sure do! And the tag. - Anastasia

A Million Times More by MellytheHun

(1/1 I 944 I Mature I Sterek)

Prompt: Imagine person A and person B cuddling, legs intertwined, while leaving little kisses and tracing hearts on each other’s skin.

in spite of all my fears (i see it all so clear) by artificer

(1/? I 2,228 I Teen I Alydia)

It’s possible that Lydia’s life is falling apart. In fact, with each passing day, the probability of total collapse increases exponentially.

She tells herself that she’s just paying her dues. Once she advances to candidacy, once she writes her dissertation, once she gets her doctorate, gets a job, gets tenure—everything will be better. Sure, Lydia feels terrible about just about everything just about one hundred percent of the time, but that’s fine because this misery is temporary.

It’s temporary. It has to be.

Chocolate and Werewolves by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle

(1/1 I 3,939 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek and Stiles have been dating for six months. Their anniversary just happens to fall on Valentine’s Day. Derek, understandably, proceeds to panic.

The Taller The Tree by DeCaStDe

(1/1 I 5,091 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek misunderstands something Stiles says in bed, and does something about it. It goes spectacularly wrong, and Stiles happily reminds Derek that he loves him whatever ridiculous things he does

Big, Loud, Crazy, Perfect by heartsdesire456

(1/1 I 5,344 I General I Sterek)

“I mean, are you sure? Cause seriously, Derek, do you have any idea how many people would wanna put up with me on a daily basis for few weeks, nonetheless longer-“

Derek cut off his babbling with a tender kiss. “Good because I’m not giving anybody else that chance.” He pulled back, looking into Stiles’s eyes. “Stiles, I’m well aware how annoying you are. How much of a jerk you can be. How seriously loud, and whiny, and bitchy, and flat out rude-“

“You know, I’m starting to rethink that question,” Stiles grumbled, glaring at him playfully.

“- and somehow even with all of that,” Derek continued, “I still want you.”

full time lovers by sasswithclass

(1/1 I 12,352 I Not Rated I Stydia)

With the end of senior year rearing its ugly head and the college applications and the inevitable graduation that would happen had caused Stiles to want to do nothing except lay on his floor staring at the ceiling while questioning his whole existence. Oh yeah, and there was the fact that he had just realized he was still incredibly in love with Lydia that recently hit him. There was that too.

an au of sorts where nothing bad or supernatural happens, everyone is alive, and they’re all normal teenagers who watch Parks and Rec and smoke a lot of weed

Our Kind of Nuts by ericaismeg

(1/1 I 22,553 I General I Sterek)

Stiles doesn’t know that reaching out to Erica, a girl from his Psych class, is going to change his entire life. All he wanted was a quiet place to study. Suddenly, he’s becoming best friends with Erica, getting a tutor from Boyd, going crazy over this guy who is quite passionate about Pride and Prejudice named Derek, being supportive to Lydia, finding some weird peace treaty with Jackson, and inviting Erica’s best friend to live with him, Scott, and Jackson for a bit.

He didn’t expect things to turn out like this, but hell, he’s not complaining one bit.

To Save a Life by IamHurricane

(5/5 I 31,792 I Teen I Stalia)

It’s kind of terrifying being so in love with someone who is a walking lie-detector. It often makes him feel like she holds all the cards. But he’s gotten very good at reading her. And even if she’s not much for talking out her feelings, Malia has a bundle of tells.

Wrong Until You Make It Right by mildly_obsessed

(5/5 I 77,866 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles hasn’t been doing so hot, but he’s trying. He even goes for a change of scenery at the suggestion of his therapist, thinking that maybe being at the beach will give him the incentive to actually go outside.

But all that work goes right down the drain when he falls down the stairs and dies the lamest of lame deaths. It gets worse when he realizes that the only person who can see and hear him is also dead… And even worse than that when his new housemate turns out to be an angry, socially inept jerkwad.

-or-

Stiles goes on vacation to get his head on straight, but ends up dead with an asshole for a ghostly housemate.

Fantastic.

Gravity’s Got Nothing on You by zosofi

(11/11 I 83,979 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Three weeks,” Derek says.

“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.

“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…

“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“

“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”

“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

#teen wolf #sterek #stydia #allydia #stiles stilinski #derek hale #allison argent #lydia martin #romance #fluff #anon

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chelleaslin · 5 years

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Adrinette April Day 16- Beach

@adrinetteapril

Marinette frowned deeply under the large beach umbrella, Alya had brought. Her eyes ice cold as she glared at her boyfriend of 3 months, Adrien. The black haired girl had loved him since she was 14 and 4 whole years later, he was finally hers.

Marinette was currently at the beach with her peers as they celebrated the first few days of their summer holidays. Everyone had managed to clear their schedule and attend which would have been perfect if one of thoses people hadn’t been Lila.

Marinette grinded her teeth together as Lila laughed loudly at something Adrien said, placing her hands on his exposed chest.

“Woah, what’s your deal, Dupin-Cheng?” Chloe curiously asked as she walking into Marinette’s line of vision, hands on her bikini bottom clad hips. Over the years Chloe had matured significantly, dropping the mean girl act and becoming sort of friends with Marinette. They had a weird relationship filled with bicker and teasing but they always had each others back.

Marinette ignored her question as she continued to burn holes into Adrien’s direction, dispite the fact that Chloe was blocking her view. Startled, Chloe turned her head behind her trying to furgure out what was wrong with Marinette, when she spotted Lila and Adrien, she too started to frown. Chloe was very supportive of Marinette and Adrien, Too many peoples surprise, even Marinettes, Chloe wasn’t actually into Adrien. When she was questioned about her feelings for the blonde boy, she had to physically stop herself from gagging, saying that Adrien was like a little brother to her, and that she was just protective of him and didn’t think, just, any girl deserved to date him.

Marinette wasn’t on her raider of worthy girls, at all. Not until the day she stood up to Gabriel Agreste himself, trying to protect Adrien. Her stand didn’t do much, actually getting Adrien grounded but Chloe was impressed at her confidences and decided to help her gain Adrien’s attention, it worked.

“Oh hell, no!” Chloe hissed as she glared at the pair as well.

“I know what you mean.” Marinette mumbled.

“I’m going to beat some sense into him.” Chloe suddenly said after a few minutes of silence.

“No!” Marinette yelped as she sprung forward in her seat, grabbing Chloe’s hand. “He’s an adult, he’s allowed to talk to whoever he wants.”

“Yeah, but she is all over him!” Chloe gritted her teeth.

“And if she goes too far, I know he’ll make the right decision.” Marinette tightly smiled, she trusted Adrien even if Lila tried to make a move, she still trusted him, she just couldn’t shake this horrible feeling though.

Chloe smiled lightly at Marinettes level head and trusting nature, it had been something she always admired from the dark haired girl. Suddenly though her thoughts were interrupted by a loud cry as Kim swam underneath max and pulled him onto his shoulders.

“Let’s play chicken!” He yelled out laughing at Max’s wide eyes as he proceed to scope him up the darker skinned boy.

Marinette and Chloe both snapped their heads towards Adrien and Lila, hoping they hadn’t heard Kim’s suggestion. Unfortunately for them, they were even closer to the stacked pair then them and we’re looking in Kim’s direction. Suddenly Lila turned her head towards the pair of girls and smirked, she place her hand on Adrien’s shoulder, getting his attention.

She have him a small smile as she said something to him, her arm sliding down his arm as she did so. Marinette was about to voice her rage when she was cut of by and almost inhumane growl. Chloe jutted her hip right, placing her hand delicately on her hip bones.

“Follow me, Dupin-Cheng.”

Marinette hesitated, what was Chloe going to do? She didn’t want to be that type of girlfriend, she had only just gotten Adrien after years, she wasn’t going to compromise that with her jealousy and Chloe’s odd morals.

“Now.” She snapped again, Marinette instantly jumped to her feet. Hesitately following Chloe to the shore line, where Adrien and Lila stood as Max explained the rules.

“We’ll play!” Chloe cheered happily as she grabbed Marinette’s hand and lifted it. “Although, I don’t think either of us can lift the other for too long, so we’ll need muscle.”

Chloe pointed her chin in Adrien’s direction, a hidden smirk on her features.

“Adrien why don’t you and Marinette go together?” She asked, giving everyone an innocent look that Marinette knew was complete bullshit!

Lila grinded her teeth slightly, trying to keep a collected expression on her features.

“Sorry, he already picked a partner, me.” She smirked as she grabbed his arm, “you’ll have to find someone else.” Marinettes heart break was evident on her face a Adrien’s unfazed smile. Chloe only smirked harder, this is exactly what she wanted.

She turned towards her Asian friend, an over exaggeration look of disappointment on her face as she threw the back of her hand against her forehead.

“Oh well, what are we going to do?”

“Anyone want to play chicken?” Kim called out once more, “Chloe and Marinette don’t have partners.”

With in a few minutes an alarming amount of men and women alike approached them offering to be her partner. Marinette gasped slightly, overwhelmed as she tried to pick a partner, unfortunately her mind wanted no one but a certain model. Thinking of him again, she turned to see him glaring at the crowed that had developed to be Maeinettes partner. Was he jealous? She thought.

“I-I don’t know who to pick.” Marinette mumbled, feeling guilty.

“Well, let’s have some trials.” Chloe smirked as she walked into the cool water. “Come on, strip off and get in the water, will just ride everyone and see who’s the best.”

Marinette didn’t miss Chloe provocative words but she also didn’t miss the growl that came from the back of Adrien’s throat. Marinette knew it was wrong to purposely tease him, but she was mad, why did he have to be so obvlivous to Lila’s flirting.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.” Marinette smirked back, she blush lightly as she untied the knot behind her neck, her sun dress falling to a puddle at her feet, reavling her bather clad body underneath.

Marinette was tall and slender, her body a lot more toned then any other girl here, with her rock hard abs and strong thighs. She heard a commotion around her as the audience shamelessly discussed her body,she forced down another blush.

“So, who wants to be Dupin-Chang’s partner” Chloe smirked as she crossed her arms over her bikini clad breasts. Marinette noticed her smirk widen when a lot of the audience focused on that action.

“I will!” Adrien suddenly stepped forward, creating a barrier between the other males and Marinette. “I am her Boyfriend.”

Marinette noticed his heavily blushed face and inability to look at her, this made her smirk.

“What about Lila?”

“What about me?”

The two girls spoke at once.

Adrien threw an apologetic look at Lila before turning back to the crowd.

“Sorry, but I think I’ll be best if I go with Marinette.” He walked up to his girlfriend and wrapped an arm protectively against her waist, Marinette rolled her eyes, making a mental note of chewing him out later for having double standards.

#miraculous tales #miraculous ladybug and chatnoir #ladybug #marinette dupin cheng #adrien agreste #chatnoir #kwami #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #Adrinette #Adrinette April

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iturbide · 5 years

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How come there was no big wedding part in Future Built? I mean, Robin would HAVE to have been there, and I imagine he'd have to of brought a date, and it would of been great drama!

Well, the short answer is that there was no big wedding because there didn’t need to be. It was grand and beautiful, sure, but delving into the details didn’t provide any new insight into the characters or their relationships, so instead I chose to touch on it in brief.

The long answer is complicated and gets into character psychology, but I will preface that by pointing out that any “drama” would have been at best artificial, and at worst out of character.

To begin with: yes, Robin was there. The opening of Chapter 17 is pretty clear about that fact, considering that he thinks back to it with some frequency:

The wedding itself, set for just after the first bloom of spring, drew the whole of the capital’s citizenry out in force to be part of the spectacle.

It was beautiful. Robin thought on it, now and then, as he lay awake in the garrison. Sumia’s joy glowed in her smile, her silver hair braided through with lilacs, and Chrom looked dashing in his ornamental silver armor.

And most of all, he’d looked happy.

A great many people cried at the ceremony, for a great many reasons. But Robin had not. Because he knew – had always known – that this would come. And he was content, knowing that the prince was happily wedded to someone so kind, whose gentleness belied her true strength.

But why do you imagine he would have brought a date? Let’s not forget that up to that point, there were only three people that Robin had forged any kind of substantive relationship with, and two of them were getting married to each other; the last is Lissa, who is in every way a close platonic friend and not someone he would ever consider asking on a date, even if she wasn’t part of the ceremony and therefore ineligible. Other than that, Robin has very much kept to himself, and would have felt extremely uncomfortable asking people he still considers to be strangers to accompany him to the ceremony. His attendance was guaranteed by the fact that he was the tactician of the Shepherds (since let’s not forget, he only got his archivist position and associated court appointment after the wedding ceremony), and he was satisfied with that.

Beyond that, though, inviting a date to the wedding of an ex-lover is in most cases a spiteful ploy to spark jealousy in the other person. And that would be completely at odds with Robin’s character on the whole. Robin believed from the outset that he had no chance with Chrom – even going back to the earliest days of his shy crush, he harbored no illusions about his chances with the prince, as he himself brought up in Chapter 10:

“Did you mean what you said?” Chrom asked.

“Of course I did!” Robin insisted, finally meeting the prince’s eye. “I just…I don’t…know how to proceed from here.”

Chrom stared for a moment. The tactician fidgeted, turning his gaze back down to the floor. “I find it hard to believe that you haven’t thought about it.” He seemed to think about everything else in exhaustive detail, after all–

“I’m a realist. I never even thought past telling you because I imagined the response would be a resounding denial.”

“Why? Because you’re not a noble?”

“Or because I’m Grimleal,” Robin said, counting off on his fingers, “or because I’m a man, or because I’m a foreigner, or–”

“Alright, I get the point,” Chrom chuckled.

Getting deeper into his mindset, though, Robin never even believed that they had a real relationship. When Chrom first kissed him, Robin recognized his desperation and need for distraction, something to cling to in order to find his feet again. And Robin was okay with that – in fact, he thought it would probably make things easier in the long run, since he was keenly aware that any relationship they might embark on had an expiration date. He managed to cling to that belief for a good while, too – but Chrom’s private gestures became increasingly intimate, and it started setting off alarm bells for Robin that things were getting more serious than he’d expected…which was worrisome, considering that the rapidly encroaching time limit was never far from his mind. It’s a big part of why he once more begins distancing himself again: immediately after Gangrel’s death, rather than reaching out to Chrom to touch his shoulder (something that had no inherent romantic implications from an outsider’s perspective), Robin put his hands in his pockets. Because he knew perfectly well that their relationship was over, without Chrom ever having to say a thing.

So Robin has no reason whatsoever to try and make Chrom jealous. But there’s also the fact that ultimately? Robin’s not jealous of Sumia. He made a concerted effort to set her up for success in his stead; when he tells himself that he’s content, he’s not lying, because even then he truly loved Sumia and wanted the best for her – and who better than the prince she has long admired, who Robin knows will cherish her as she deserves? For Robin, this was the best possible outcome he could have imagined, and even though his heart does ache, he was well prepared for it. He attended the wedding to support these two people he cared about, and to see their joyous moment, not to spark bad feelings.

And trust me, just seeing Robin was enough to make Chrom feel wretched – why do you think he kept trying to get Robin’s attention in the weeks following? He was the one person who had managed to get really close to Robin, and could see how much he was hurting despite the tactician’s every attempt to conceal that fact (and Robin’s avoidance just made it all the more obvious). Chrom just took the wrong reckoning from it, believing that Robin was hurting because Chrom didn’t warn him of his intentions, when in reality his heartache was part of his resignation to the inevitable.

#answered #sturm-the-dalek #fire emblem: awakening #writing #fanfiction #future built upon the past #i don't believe in doing things just for the sake of drama #i'd much rather stay true to the characters themselves #and trust me there's more than enough drama inherent in this situation #i don't see any reason to inject something artificial

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schneeplebro · 5 years

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Hey! So, I always thought a Schneeplebro Speak Now AU would be cute, but it was always kind of just a background idea I didn’t know what to do with until @dead-inside-mcgee wrote this amazing fic which got me thinking about Chase and Stacy’s wedding, so thank you so much for the inspiration!

This is also on ao3 if you’d prefer to read it there :)

“I hear the preacher say ‘speak now or forever hold your peace.’ There’s a silence, there’s my last chance, I stand up with shaking hands, all eyes on me...” - Taylor Swift, “Speak Now”

“Oh my god. Oh my god, I’m gonna fall. Or puke.”

“No you aren’t.”

“You’re right. I’m gonna fall and puke. Which should I do first? Fall, right? If I’m on the ground, maybe less people will notice when I puke.”

“I will make you a deal: hold onto my arm. If I let you fall, you have my full permission to puke.” He was supposed to walk just behind Chase anyway; who would really notice or care if they went side by side? He offers his arm and Chase links his own without hesitation. “I feel like I am giving you away.”

“What?”

“Um, because we are standing like this. It is like I am a parent, giving you away.”

“Oh.”

He changes the subject quickly. “Are you alright? Being in front of people doesn’t usually bother you this much. You are not nervous, are you?”

“Yeah, I’m nervous. I’m very nervous. Is that bad?”

“No, I am sure you are fine. It is normal - remember what a wreck I was before my wedding?”

“Henrik, your marriage lasted seven months.”

“Yes, well, my point still stands.”

The music starts up. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Chase whispers, and the words ‘you don’t have to do this, you know’ are right there on Schneep’s lips, but he can’t say it. It would be one thing if it was one friend checking on another, but it feels like it would be a manipulative thing to say considering… considering how much Henrik wants Chase not to do this. It would be selfish, to put that idea in his head, wouldn’t it?

“Are you ready?” he whispers instead.

“I- I guess.”

They walk to the back, where the wedding party is gathering. Stacy’s mother is the first to walk; she ignores everyone else, but Jackie and Marvin give Chase quick hugs before lining up behind him. And then they’re starting down the aisle. Chase is latched so tightly onto his arm it almost hurts, but he doesn’t mind. It takes him out of this moment, where he’s marching the man he loves into someone else’s arms, reminds him of a sweeter time, the day when he first realized that he was in love with him. It was years ago, when they were in college.

It had been Henrik who decided that they should go to the library, which was the first thing he thought about when the loudspeaker announced that someone had called in a bomb threat. First Thought: Oh god, I brought us here; if we die, it’s my fault. Second Thought: Hey, we’re moving. Because Chase hadn’t had a First Thought at all. He’d heard the announcement and immediately grabbed Henrik’s hand and started running.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’ Getting us out of here! Come on!” Everyone else was still panicking; the announcement hadn’t even finished yet. The voice was still in the process of telling them to ‘proceed calmly to the nearest exit.’ A few people were starting to follow them, but the two of them were the only ones already at the front door.

Chase, he quickly realized, was a faster runner than him. There was a long cement staircase leading to the front door of the library, and Chase was more or less dragging him down it - he was sure he was going to trip and crack his head open and then get trampled by the crowd behind him, and he remembers thinking that if that happened, he hoped Chase was smart enough to leave him and get to safety, because - because oh fuck, I’m in love with my friend Chase. But before he knew it they were at the bottom, and then a safe distance from the building, and then all the way across campus, catching their breath.

Later that night, they found out that there had never been a bomb in the first place, and the student who had called in the threat had been caught and expelled. So, crisis averted, Henrik figured. There was nothing to be scared of anymore. He had plenty of time to figure out these new feelings and how he should deal with them.

One week and four days later, Chase met a girl named Stacy.

And Henrik was disappointed, but not too worried at first, because she was so obviously wrong for him. Within two months of their relationship, she was going through his closet, picking things that were “so ugly he had to get rid of them” and replacing them with clothes she bought in stores with names that Chase could barely pronounce. A few more months, and her constant “helpful suggestions” that he change his major to something “worthwhile” turned into an ultimatum: choose a ‘real’ career path or she would break up with him. Henrik had thought this would be the end, but Chase was a man in love, and Henrik woke up one day to Chase telling him he was a business major now. And then his grades fell, because of course they did - he had no passion for or understanding of business. One night, they were all hanging out and doing some homework together, and Chase was frustrated about how difficult it was. Stacy sighed. “Here, let me do it.”

“Thanks, babe. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. It’s not your fault you’re so dumb.”

It was quiet for a few seconds; Henrik was watching Chase, and Chase was watching Stacy, who kept working. Chase seemed to take her indifference as a sign that this was a totally normal thing for someone to say to their boyfriend, so he just gave a forced chuckle and changed the subject.

Henrik should’ve said something then. Should’ve taken him aside and said, ‘Hey, no one who really loved you would talk to you like that,’ be he didn’t. He knew that if Chase tried to have a real discussion about Stacy with him, he could never be impartial. He would get defensive and Chase would figure out that he was jealous. He told himself he would just wait, until Chase realized how unhealthy the relationship was, or at least until Henrik could figure out a way to intervene that didn’t risk losing his friendship.

Neither of those things ever happened. The months turned into years, years of quiet, cowardly love, of watching Stacy get even more controlling and demeaning.

But those parts of the past are too painful, so as Stacy walks down the aisle and the ceremony begins, he goes back to that day at the library. There was just something about that day that changed the way he saw Chase.

For a long time, he thought it was the way that Chase had held onto him, had kept him safe, but it was more than that. They’d been friends for years at that point - it wasn’t shocking that Chase had tried to protect him. It was something about the way he did it, how fucking fast he did it.

He hadn’t waited for any more instructions or to see how other people reacted. He knew what the right thing to do was and he did it without hesitation. That was what made Henrik fall in love with Chase.

And now Henrik’s standing at the altar watching his best friend marry someone who had hurt him, who was going to keep hurting him if nothing changed.

“If anyone has a reason these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Oh, shit. He actually has to do it. Well, bye forever, Chase. He steps forward. “I do. I have a reason.”

Such a small crowd shouldn’t have been capable of producing such a huge audible gasp in perfect unison.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Jackie hisses in his ear.

Stacy isn’t so subtle. “Do you think this is funny? Because no one’s laughing,” she snaps, her voice loud enough to carry to the back row.

Henrik’s eyes stay locked on Chase, but Chase doesn’t say anything at all, just stares back at him in shock.

“Chase, listen to me, okay? I’m sorry to do this now. I know I had plenty of chances. Whenever you asked what I thought of Stacy, if I was happy for you - the answer was always no. Always. And I did not want to lie to you, but I thought that telling the truth was selfish. Because I knew I would not have the courage to tell you the whole truth… that I had feelings for you.”

There’s more gasping, which Henrik doesn’t even care about anymore. He does care about the tears welling up in Chase’s eyes. When he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse, fragile. “I don’t understand, Henrik. Is this a joke? Are you making fun of me?”

“What? No! Please, please listen. I thought it would be wrong of me to tell you that I disliked Stacy because I had selfish reasons for doing so. And since I couldn’t tell you how I really felt, I tried to be supportive, like a good friend. If I could be nothing else to you, I wanted to be that: a good friend. But I was being a bad friend. Because a good friend would have told you that you deserve better than this. You deserve someone who respects you and loves you for who you are. Even if that someone is not me.”

“Are you done?” Stacy snarls, while Chase stands, still facing Henrik, shaking his head a little, mouth open like he’s about to say something but can’t get the words out. “Because I think you’ve done an adequate job making our wedding about you and this pathetic little crush. I think you should go.”

Henrik has no reason to care about what she says anymore. “Chase?”

He leans towards Henrik a little, so the people watching won’t hear. “Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea if you waited outside, just while we work things out.”

If being kicked out of his best friend’s wedding felt like an earthquake (and it sure fucking did), Henrik is pretty sure that the realization that he’s going to have to walk back up the aisle, past every guest, to get to the doors at the opposite end of the room qualifies as a pretty nasty aftershock.

He forces himself to keep his head up, but he can’t bear to look at anyone’s face; he keeps his eyes trained straight ahead. The walk seems to take forever, but at least the humiliation is distracting. As soon as the doors shut behind him, he becomes acutely aware of how real what he’s just done is. After so much time, so many smiles, his friendship with Chase is over. He ruined it. He’s fighting back tears now, and part of him just wants to get the fuck away from there, but he doesn’t have the faintest idea where he should go. He’s also pretty sure that if he tries to drive in this emotional state he’ll end up dying in a horrific car crash, but that doesn’t sound too bad at the moment.

He sits down on the steps to try to collect himself. Makes himself take a few deep breaths. Stacy‘s going to hate him forever, but Chase might give him a second chance if he apologizes, and gives him some time, and tells him how much his friendship meant to him. Chase is a forgiver, it’s just in his nature. But how long will it take? Can they ever get back even a fraction of the closeness they once had, or would it forever be uncomfortable, a permanent awkward wall between them of unspoken feelings, regrets, and-

“So, quick update, Stacy and I did not work it out,” a voice says. He looks up and Chase is just standing at the bottom of the staircase, still in his tuxedo.

“What are you doing here?”

“After you left, Stacy and I went into this little back room to talk, and I was trying to convince her that this didn’t need to be a big deal, and that we should just carry on with the ceremony, but I wanted to come get you, obviously, and she was furious.” He walks up the stairs to sit next to Henrik. “And so she was yelling and ranting, but all she kept talking about was how you interrupted us to say you’re, uh, y’know… into me. But she didn’t say anything about how you said she doesn’t really care about me or respect me, and it made me realize that you were right. So I told her I didn’t want to get married after all.”

“Holy shit, Chase.”

“Yeah, she, uh, didn’t take that super well. She started full-on screaming at me, and then she threw the flowers, and then she was coming at me - like, not hitting, really, just getting up in my face and kind of shoving me, so I found a bathroom with a door that locks, and long story short I may or may not have crawled out of a window.”

He laughs. “A pity that no one with a camera was there to capture such a wonderful moment of your beautiful wedding.”

“God. She probably thinks I’m still locked in there. How long do you think I have before someone finds me?”

“Not long.”

“Fuck. I know I have to face her eventually, but I wish it didn’t have to be in front of everyone we know.”

“Do you have your phone? And your wallet?”

“Yeah, why? Hey!” he says as Henrik grabs his hand and drags him to his feet. “What are you doing?”

“Getting us out of here.” He starts running down the stairs, still pulling Chase behind him.

“Slow down!”

But he doesn’t. He keeps going, until they’re sprinting through the parking lot to Henrik’s car and Chase is laughing the whole time. They have to let go of each other’s hands to get in the car and buckle up, but after Henrik is out of the lot and driving away, Chase reaches out again.

Henrik grabs on tight, not intending to let go until they’re far, far away.

“Baby, I didn’t say my vows; so glad you were around when they ‘speak now.’” - Taylor Swift, “Speak Now”

#schneeplebro #septic shipping #ego shipping #fics #my fics

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