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jinnie-ret · 4 months

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han jisung x reader | end of the world au

genre: angst, humour(?), fluff

content warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes, natural disaster, death

word count: 5.8k

summary: their fate lies in the hands of a prophecy that could save their lives.

HAN JISUNG MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

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"Welcome back to the 1 o'clock news. We wish we had a more hopeful message today today but the waters are rising, electricity is compromised and people are already dying. We ask you to remain vigilant, take care of yourselves and stay close to your loved ones. The record high tidal waves are en route to South Korea and our beautiful city Seoul and people are saying we could be living in what will be the new Atlantis. It is estimated we have 10 hours left but-"

"Too depressing," Y/N sighed as she flicked through channels. She already knew they didn't have much time left, so waiting and hoping for a news report to tell them the opposite was only hurting her soul even more. There was no time to say goodbye to loved ones, having to prioritise using their remaining electricity towards kitchen appliances to make sure they could eat, their mobiles having already run out of charge and they didn't have a landline.

Oh yeah, they.

Y/N lived with her best friend Jisung in an apartment for the last couple of years, and those years held some of her favourite moments and memories and to think those could all be washed away in the events of the end of the world... it wasn't a nice feeling, not at all. She constantly felt sick to her stomach knowing the impending doom they'd have to face.

"There is a prophecy! It could be one or two of you out there that could save the world!" a whimsical looking man with thick lens glasses perched upon his nose spoke into the camera.

"Oh they're talking nonsense!" Y/N exclaimed, sitting up to grab the TV control again and switch the channel just as Jisung ran in with a bowl of cereal.

"No, no, no, leave it on!" he spoke through a mouthful of cornflakes as he jumped onto the sofa next to her, some milk spilling over but neither of them cared. Trivial issues like that didn't matter anymore.

"Ji, there's no point now anyways, the picture is staticy and the audio is all-" Y/N rolled her eyes before Jisung muffled her mouth with his hand to shut her up, and they both listened to the crazy man on the TV.

"One thing will unlock survival. The key is in a place where many people have come and gone. It lies in a enclosed area that only the bravest can enter. Only those who are worthy can wield it's power and open the gate that knows all, that all know."

"A key?! What could that mean?" Jisung sat forwards intrigued, finally removing his hand from Y/N's mouth who shoved him away from her.

"The prophecy didn't say that we specifically had to find it..." Y/N stood up, taking Jisung's finished bowl of cereal into the kitchen and placing it in the sink.

"Come on, if we can really do something to help, we've got to try," Jisung followed her into the kitchen, tugging her away from the sink to make sure her attention was on him. He bent ever so slightly to make sure she was looking right at him.

"Ji, I don't know about this..." Y/N's seemingly bored and nonchalant manner had quickly reverted to her nervous side.

"And if I'm gonna do this with anyone I'd want it to be you!" Jisung grabbed her arms now, hoping she'd brush away her worries for just once and do this with him, for him, for them.

"Aw Jisung... I can already feel my heart melting," Y/N in fact did brush away her worries, at face value at least, and grinned sarcastically at her best friend. She skipped away from him, gliding gracefully with her hand on her heart before jumping and flopping onto the sofa.

"Gosh, I've melted the Ice Caps! That's the last thing we need with the world flooding..." Jisung dramatically gasped, grabbing a piece of paper with a pen and whacking it on Y/N's head as he sat next to her. She of course, did retaliate with slap on the leg.

"Jisung, shut up."

It almost felt like an endless cycle. Hope, worry, denial, repeat. Y/N hated broadcasts like the one they had just listened to. Anyone would be a fool to actually listen to the words of a so called prophecy and even think of attempting to save the world.

"Right we need to think... enclosed area, only the bravest can enter?" Jisung hummed, tapping the pen against his chin before scribbling down the jist of what had been said on TV.

And that was her fool right there. She loved him for it though.

"Jisung, come on," Y/N sighed, going to grab the notebook away from him but he held it tightly to his chest, wiggling in his seat to face her and sit closer.

"No you come on, work with me here, think, please," Jisung stood his ground firmly, brows furrowed in what could only be described as a pleading, Puss-in-Boots-like expression.

"Fine, fine... It's probably that club down town, what's it called? HooBAEs? No one would dare enter there, awful place, wouldn't mind if it got completely flooded," Y/N thought out loud stretching out and resting her legs on Jisung's lap, who didn't react apart from resting his notes on her calves without batting an eyelid.

"Yeah yeah! That place is horrible, probably is at least halfway ruined by now," he nodded in thought, scribbling down the name of the club.

"Halfway? It was dreadful from the start, remember that time someone pissed onto the floor in the middle of the night," Y/N reminded Jisung of the unfortunate time thet decided to go out on a Saturday night. Never again. They both felt like they much preferred a night in anyways watching crappy movies and making fun of the storylines.

"Oh yeah that was grim..." Jisung nodded, wrinkling his nose just thinking of it.

"Yeah horrible..." Y/N trailed off.

"Y/Nnie you've driven us off topic again."

"No I haven't!"

"What, you think we should try HooBAEs? We'll probably get a disease I don't wanna even think about if we go there..." Jisung shuddered, wishing his best friend never suggested the idea. The end of the world couldn't rely on a key being hidden in such a dodgy establishment, could it?

"Remember the prophecy, Ji, only brave people would go there. As much as I hate to say it, we should go there. We've ventured there before, why not now?" Y/N lifted herself up from the sofa and grabbed the keys to her apartment, stuffing it into the pocket of her hoodie.

"Not the worst idea... might need to put our wellies on though, the water is filling up," Jisung waved her over to stand beside him and observe the outside. She didn't even notice him move towards the tall glass windows of the apartment, but it was the smart thing to do, considering how high the water had already risen.

"Actually, we might need a boat," Y/N breathed out in sudden realisation as she joined his side. The water had risen to around half the height of your average door, from what she tell by squinting at the buildings across the road.

"Shit, you're right," Jisung groaned, hitting his head against her shoulder. Y/N patted his head sympathetically as they both prepared themselves, physically and mentally, to try and save the world.

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The pair of courageous best friends were quite the sight to see. As luck would have it, there was a leisure equipment shop across the road, having all sorts of things they could steal because no one was going to work their job when the building was half flooded and when they knew it would soon be the end for everyone. Fortunately, the canoes were quite near the front of the shop, and they, well, Y/N, hauled it off of the rack that was still standing somehow. Jisung was too distracted by the idea of getting an inflatable pool.

"Jisung we don't need a pool! Just jump out this canoe if you want to swim!" you had huffed as you dragged the canoe towards the door as you waded through the water.

"I didn't wanna swim! I wanted to just float around," Jisung moped, doing a weird awkward jog through the murky water trying to catch up to you. The one where the force of the water weighs your legs down so you have to almost jump out slightly each time you take a step.

Once you both made it out of the shop you both clambered into the boat, Jisung taking the back and you sitting at the front. There were of course a few failed attempts of rowing down the road, neither of them having used an oar before. Did it tip over? Yes, it did. But that was because they both started rowing on the same side.

Eventually they did arrive along the top of the street of the notoriously grim club, HooBAEs.

"How do we park a canoe, shit," Y/N wobbled as she stood up, confronted with an odd dilemma she never thought she would be.

"Girl... never mind," Jisung side eyed her in pure disbelief before grabbing her to sit down, it was like she was trying to be a gondolier.

Jisung achieved their goal of not losing their transport, and helped Y/N out after he caught his own balance. He couldn't control the blood from rushing to his cheeks when she didn't let go of his hand, and she even readjusted the grip she held on his hand as they walked inside the club venue.

"Why would there even be a key here? A special key in a prophecy here? Plus it's not exactly an enclosed area..." Jisung gagged at the stench of the place. Bar stools were floating around, turned onto their backs like many people were the last time they both went on a night out here. Guess the pros are of the world ending is that the slippery floor means nothing now that the water is up to just underneath their waists. Wood from the pillars and bar had rotted, splinters of the material floating around in what now looked like a grotty swamp of cheap furniture. And that wasn't the only thing that was floating around.

"Is that a condom?" Y/N shrieked at the plastic floating towards them both, tugging Jisung back, her feet colliding with old music equipment that had long ago blown it's fuse.

"Focus on the issue at hand, Y/N!" Jisung chastised her, yet still allowing her to pull him back with her, not wanting to let go of her hand. Oh, he was so whipped. It was something about the way she matched his energy perfectly, his twin flame, you could say. She never failed to put a smile on his face, those plump lips that he wish he could just-

"Ew it's a used one! Quick, go! Move, Ji!" Y/N squealed in disgust and tugged his hand harder, essentially breaking him out of his thoughts. And with that they left the decrepid place, relieved at the same time.

Being the gentleman he was, Jisung helped her back into the canoe first, and as they rowed away, he gasped in excitement and suddenly started rocking the boat.

"Dude stop this isn't the time for messing around! I don't wanna fall in again," Y/N exclaimed, letting out small murmurs of discomfort and annoyance as she tried to stay sat down.

"Y/Nnie I know it! I know where it could be!" Jisung shouted feeling elated, having his lightbulb moment.

"Enlighten me, oof-" Y/N's voice wobbled as her body did too, before she ended up falling backwards into his lap, the boy automatically latching onto her shoulders to try and stabilise her but they were both already red as tomatoes.

"Umm sorry I-" Jisung stuttered, not knowing whether to let go of Y/N because realistically he wished that such an interaction would never be awkward between them and that he had confessed how he truly felt a long time ago.

"It's fine just umm tell me where you're thinking so we can steer this ship!" Y/N cringed as she spoke through a strained smile, taking her original spot once again. She tried to forget that just happened, because she never thought it would. She never imagined that her heart would race at the sight of his smile, blush from his teasing words or that her nights would be filled with thoughts of what would happen if they ever were a 'thing'. But here they were.

"Please don't say that again."

"Yeah you're right, it was ummm... yeah."

"I mean, I saw where you were going with it but it just didn't really hit-"

"Ok fine! Just tell me where you think the key is! I'm very embarrassed now!" Y/N stammered, staring straight ahead as her hands gripped the sides of the 'ship' as she wished she could rewind and never say what she did. If her thoughts were gonna take her down the route of a 'thing' ever blossoming between them, she could watch that sapling die right in front of her very eyes.

"That big house, on the outskirts of town..." Jisung trailed off, not quite remembering the name of the mansion he was imagining.

"Oddinary House?" Y/N offered weakly, now feeling composed enough to turn back around. As she did so she made sure the oars were resting in place.

"Yes that's the place! All you hear about that place are horror stories!" Jisung nodded enthusiastically when Y/N's words sparked his memory.

"And you think you're brave enough to go there?" she laughed, looking off to the side.

"Hey, this is for the prophecy! We could save this place! This city! Our friends!" Jisung insisted, desperation apparent as he shifted to look right into Y/N's eyes, the jostling causing water to ripple around them.

"Ji... Is it worth it for the prophecy?" Y/N sighed, her minds going off in all different directions, wondering if it was worth it.

"Yes! A chance at life! We need to do this, Y/Nnie," Jisung did his best to convince her, feeling her turmoil and lessening hope as the moments went by, especially when she turned back around to avoid him from seeing the tears that blurred her vision.

"Isn't it all pointless anyways..." she mumbled.

"It's not when I'm with you," Jisung hugged her from behind for a moment, and oddly it felt natural, far less awkward than before. "Now, come on, let's go, or shall I say-"

"If you say let's row then I am tipping over this boat," Y/N chuckled as she sniffed, wiping away her tears.

"Noted. I will not speak in fear of drowning," Jisung spoke robotically, the two of them laughing once more afterwards as they grabbed the oars once more.

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It was a treacherous journey you could say, venturing to the outskirts of the city, but it wasn't hard to see the old worn-down mansion which practically had a storm cloud hovering above it. Oddinary House, in all it's glory.

"What a glorious shithole," Jisung whistled out, eyes trialing across the rotting wood that was barely keeping the place together. It was a surprise his voice was even normal, considering the volumes that the impromptu karaoke session reached between the two of them.

"I know right," Y/N nodded along, squinting when she thought she saw someone floating in the water. They both rowed closer to the entrance of the house, gaining a closer look at the body. "Oh my god!" she gasped, "they're dead!"

"Damn, this place is fucked," Jisung's jaw hung open, even further when the body spoke back to him.

"Isn't it just?"

Jisung and Y/N both yelled out in shock at the person/creature that they thought was dead, suddenly speaking to them with an enticing melodic voice. They should have realised sooner than the swishing back and forth as they floated in the water couldn't have been achieved by a dead person.

"Wait... Oh my... it's the sexy scary siren! The stories were right!" Y/N put two and two together, remembering all the stories she had been told about who lived at the abandoned mansion and she figured out that this was the siren that many had spoken about. His alluring puppy dog eyes and gorgeous smile were just added bonuses to his hypnotising voice.

"Sexy?"

"Sexy..."

Jisung and the siren met eyes as they both spoke aloud at the same time, one of them sounding jealous and the other quite smug.

"Umm, right... Do you have a key?" Jisung abruptly asked, not wanting to waste any time.

"Don't just ask him!" Y/N turned away from the siren and whacked Jisung on the arm, scolding him.

"Well what am I supposed to do?!"

"I don't know introduce ourselves?!"

The siren chuckled as he watched the two humans in the canoe bicker. The back and forth instantly made him think of an old married couple playfully arguing yet they also had this radiant aura around them that could only be seen when they're together.

"Ummm, I'm Y/N and this is my best friend Jisung, please don't kill us, haha," Y/N falsely grinned feeling nervous even though her brain felt comfortable enough to blurt out earlier that she thought the siren in front of her was sexy.

"I'm Seungmin," the siren purred out, pausing in his floating to swim up to the canoe and rest his head against the edge of it. "Now, what's this about a key?" he inquired curiously.

"Did you not see the news?" Jisung huffed, not wanting to go through the prophecy anymore times than Y/N had already made him repeat it, just so that she could 'engrave it into her brain'.

"You really think we get signal out here? And in this climate? Bless your heart," Seungmin patronised Jisung, flicking water up in his face and making the boy squeeze his nose as some droplets has arrived up his nostrils. Incredibly salty water. That made it sting more.

Just then, a beautiful voice broke out, but no, it did not belong to the siren that was right in front of them, no. This voice, was female, and it was coming from above. Looking up at the stained windows of the second floor, and not in a pretty vibrant and colourful way, a figure almost glided down the corridor. They moved slowly, almost allowing for their voice to break out, becoming louder especially when they saw Jisung and Y/N.

"Oh gosh, you really had to set her off... We just got her to keep quiet!" Seungmin exclaims annoyed, a frown taking over his face as he pushes away from the canoe.

"Oh shit is that a banshee?" Y/N gasped, thinking about the newer rumours that had recently come of Oddinary House.

"No she must be the sexy siren you were saying about bestie," Jisung tried craning his neck to get a better look at who was catching his eye.

"No we already established that was me, obviously," Seungmin shouts back at them, before heading round to the other side of the mansion, swimming his way gracefully to the back garden.

"Ugh, Ji, you're getting distracted again," Y/N huffs as she whacks him.

"Hey that was you before!" Jisung folds his arms.

"Blah blah blah, come in, let's head inside," Y/N directs him as they row their boat inside the front doors, arriving into what looked like a reception room. Haggard, is what this place was.

"Hey! Umm, we're looking for a key!" Han dumbly called out.

"Dude ssshh, they could eat us or something," Y/N said feeling paranoid, wrapping her arms around one of Jisung's.

"Nothing will eat us," Jisung rolled his eyes fondly, letting her cling onto him still.

"I could eat you."

Shit. How accurate were these stories? How accurate were they to know that there was also a werewolf living at this mansion?! In fact, said werewolf was currently sat on the staircase, distastefully flicking water out of his fur.

"Please don't," Y/N gasped.

"Please do," Jisung gasped.

Everyone froze, looking back and forth between each other with confusion. You couldn't make this up, what was happening, it was just that bizarre.

"Ji, that's literally a werewolf," Y/N reminded him, pulling away from him as she stared up the creature who was smirking right back at them, one leg folded over the other, a certain smugness about him with his sharp features illuminated by a yellow light.

"Yeah but he's kindaaaa..." Jisung trailed off, scanning the figure.

"Hmm, yeah, I can see it to be fair," Y/N agreed after a few moments.

The werewolf cleared his throat after a few more starry eyes gazes were directed towards him, "if you're looking for a key, you need to find a gate to open."

"Duh! That's why we're looking for a key? Why is bro so cryptic," Han sighed in disappointment, could have been the perfect companion if it wasn't for his obvious remarks.

"Shut up he's helping us," Y/N reprimanded her best friend before trying to read the true thoughts and emotions behind the eyes of the being sat before them. "A gate... hold on, hold on, you know where this key is, don't you! You're gonna send us on a wild goose chase when we could be saving the world?!"

"Oh, haha, aw, how sweet, you think you can save the world? Well in that case... Head upstairs, might wanna avoid the banshee she's been a bit umm, stressed recently you could say... And then find the cyborg, his name is CB97. We used to have him downstairs but you know, water and electrics don't really-"

"Right thanks!" Han rushes past Minho and cuts him off, wading through the water and going up the other set of stairs. "Come on Y/N!"

Y/N really wished she taught him some manners. She had heard from some of his friends that he was a bit of a dick during his younger teen years but when she first met him he was sweet as pie. Well, until they got comfortable with each other and with roasting each other.

"Sorry about him, he's a bit... excitable," Y/N sheepishly walks past the werewolf, doing a weird wave and not turning her back in fear he'd suddenly turn and eat her up.

The pair were wary as they walked the floors upstairs, flinching at every sound until a door opening on its own terrified them.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Ahhhh!"

"Stop screaming!!!"

"You stop screaming!!"

"Ji, shut up, look he's there, the cyborg," Y/N points to the hunched figure in the corner of the dimly lit room. He was hooked up to some generators, but more importantly, there was a clear box as part of his make, where a human's abs would normally be. And what was inside of that clear box? A golden, shiny key.

"Yes! We found it!!! Oh my gosh we're gonna save the world!" Y/N cheered as she and Jisung jumped up and down in each others arms, hugging tightly and pulling away to stare into each others eyes for a moment.

Jisung was the first to pull away

"Hey umm, Mr Cyborg, Mr CB... my 97 bro... Umm, where do we need to unlock this key?" Jisung waves his hand in front of the barely glowing blue eyes of the machine. After composing herself, Y/N stepped up next to him, also trying to get the cyborg to respond to them.

But it was no luck. The generators sparked as drops of water fell from the ceiling and caused a fuse, making CB97 the cyborg fully shut down, head hanging forwards.

"No, no, shit!" Y/N swore, tapping on the back of the cyborg with such vigor it was like someone was trying to fix an old television.

"Great that was real helpful... Now what are we going to do?!" Jisung stomped his foot, pacing back and forth with his hands on his head.

"Wait, give me a sec," Y/N rolled up her sleeves, ready to bust open the small door on the cyborg's body to retrieve the key. She slowly grabbed it, focusing all her strength on it til it opened all too easy and she went flying backwards and hit the floor with a loud groan.

"Shit, you ok Y/Nnie?" Jisung helped her up, rubbing her head gently and she responded with a nod.

"I'm fine, more than fine actually, I'm great. Look, the key, it's there Jisung!" Y/N dragged him back over to the shut down robot and grabbed the key, sliding it into her pocket and zipping it securely.

"We're actually going to do this... we're going to save the world!" Jisung gasped in disbelief.

They headed back down the corridors, walking down one flight of stairs and passing by a man with fangs peeking out from underneath his upper lip.

"Oh, by the way, your robot man friend went all sleepy mode on us," Y/N casually said, continuing to walk down the stairs alongside he best friend.

"What?!" the man yelled incredulously before morphing into a bat and zooming off upstairs, not before bumping into an old bear statue.

"Eh, not our problem," Jisung rested his hand on Y/N's back as he steered them outside, back to where their canoe was.

Oh how both of them wished that they'd be successful in saving the world, so they could tell the stories of entering the mansion to future generations, to their own kids- wait scrap that last idea, it's not like they'd ever end up together anyways.

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Now it was time to trek back into the city. The sun was setting, casting a peachy glow across the faces of the pair. It seemed so scenic, only for it to smell horrendous. Jisung has convinced them to take a 'detour' because he 'knew a shortcut'. He didn't know a shortcut. And because of the route change they were both now forced to deal with the stench of the contents of the city's sewers flooding into the water around them. The putrid eggy smell consumed their lungs, and Y/N was sure she'd never breathe again.

"Smells like you after taco night-" Y/N plugged her nose with one hand as she laughed.

"Oi, Trouble, shut it!" Jisung kicked her bum lightly, trying not to laugh too.

Y/N loved being able to push his buttons, thus gaining her the nickname 'Trouble'. Jisung didn't use it all the time, but on the occasions he did it made her heart swoon. She knew she was getting under his skin and there was something so gratifying about him recognising that when he did use the nickname.

"You shouldn't have made them so spicy," Han pouted after a moment, mind still stuck there whilst Y/N had drifted to her nightly routine, despite it being closer to 6pm.

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"I just can't think of where this gate is meant to be," Y/N groaned, looking up at the sky. Her arms were beginning to ache from rowing so Jisung insisted he'd take over to let her rest a bit.

"What did it say again?" Jisung stopped rowing, letting the canoe float.

"Oh come on! You told me I was silly for wanting to remember it off by heart!" Y/N knocked her head against Jisung's leg in protest, causing him to hold her head still as he looked down at her form laying down in the canoe.

"Y/Nnie, just tell me, yeah?" Jisung smiled through gritted teeth.

"Ugh fine, remember, it said a gate that knows all, that all know," Y/N reminded him.

"I just don't get how we're meant to figure that out, out of all the gates in the city how-"

"Jisung we're idiots," Y/N cut him off.

"Speak for yourself!" he huffed. The light in the day would soon be gone and there would be less chance of them completing their goal.

"Nope we're in this together. We're idiots. The city hall? That literally has a big gate and plus no one would really dare to enter there!! The place that knows all, that we all know! It's got to be that right?! All the official governing bodies go there, us common people could never just waltz in." Y/N scrambles up, rambling excitedly as her guess made more and more sense. Jisung had to help her to adjust her balance, and not just because of clumsy self trying to stand in the boat, but because of the waves seemed to be getting harder to handle. Only this morning it had been calmer and as the day went on the ripples turned to smaller waves that would rock the boat. And now they were straight up aggressive.

"But now we can," Jisung dangled the key in his hands.

"Hell yeah!" Y/N cheered with a newfound energy and she grabbed her set of oars.

It wasn't long until they made their way round to the city hall, going round the back of the historic building and finding the tall golden gates guarding an endless flight of stairs. It was said to have led down to an old pipe system that ran underneath the hall and the whole city.

"I wish I thought of this earlier, should have paid more attention in geography," Jisung shook his head regretfully.

"Right, who's going to swim down? Because I'll do this Jisung, I don't mind," Y/N turned to her best friend, gripping his hands tightly with promises exchanged between. The water had now risen further on their journey and if it rose anymore their boat would simply tip over the gates.

"No, I can't just let you do that!" Jisung exclaimed, frowning at the thought of the girl he loved going to do this on her own. It wouldn't feel fair.

"We need someone up here to keep watch of things!" Y/N tried to grab her hands out of Jisung's hold, who was now holding on tighter than ever not wanting to spend a moment without her.

"Watch what? Our city drown even more?!" Jisung cried out exasperatedly.

"No way," Y/N's heart dropped.

"Umm yes way, it's been like that forever!" Jisung grumbled, searching through Y/N's gaze to try and figure out what had really made her feel taken aback.

"No, look!" Y/N's eyes welled up in fear, pure utter fear.

There was a colossal tidal wave heading towards the city, already plummeting through several buildings in the distance and driving them down into the ground, destruction it's friend. Flocks of birds flew high in the sky, squawking as they retreated in fear. If only they were birds who could leave so easily. There only chance was this prophecy, it had to work.

"Oh shit," Y/N was frozen as she shouted loudly.

"Look, we've not got time, we do this together ok, I don't care what happens," Jisung grabbed Y/N's face between his hands, thumbs stroking over the tops.of her cheekbones as he tried to get her to focus.

"What if it doesn't work? This stupid prophecy?! We've got a key but what do we even-" Y/N trembled in Jisung's arms.

"No, no, no, sshh it's ok, Y/N. I got you, yeah? Come on, we need to do this now, ok?" Jisung stood up shakily on the canoe, pulling Y/N up with him.

"Together?" Y/N's voice cracked.

"Yes, we go down, now, at least we've tried," Jisung rested his forehead against hers, before they both jump into the murky waters with an all mighty splash.

It was lucky Jisung had a tight grip on the key as the pair of them rose above the water, took in a deep breath, and with one look to each other they nodded and swam down to the keyhole of the gate together. With all luck, this prophecy would be right. Maybe they'd be able to unlock the gates, allowed the water to flood down into the city's old pipes system and drain it all, so that they'd have at least one chance of survival.

Y/N helped Jisung stay down in the water to try and unlock the gate, as there was nothing to cling onto. He lodged the key into the hole and twisted it to the left, once, twice, thrice. He pushed the gates forwards and they shared a look of success, before it soon turned to dread.

They were expecting an empty staircase, for the water to flood down, but to their horror the pipes system itself has already been overwhelmed with flooding.

In that moment the huge tidal wave that had been hurtling towards the city hit where they were, and they were sucked down into the pipes system from the sheer force of the wave hitting on impact. The current hit them ferociously, dragging the two of them further and further down. There was nowhere to turn to, nowhere to run.

Jisung and Y/N we're freaking out, flailing in the water and trying to swim upwards for air but it was no use. The place was filled to the brim with water and by the time they tried swimming back up the endless amount of stairs, water would start to enter their lungs.

In fact, it already was.

The two heroes gripped onto each other as bubbles appeared in the water in front of them and the oxygen left their body. They were running out of time, something that seemed so precious until their world was doomed. Doomed from the very start. The prophecy lied.

Jisung grabbed Y/N's hands startling her out of her freak out and he rested both of them against his heart. She cried, adding her salty tears to the water they were submerged in, wishing this wasn't how it had to end. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't they have more time to confess? Why couldn't they have had more time to tell each other how they truly felt?!

He moved his hands to her face, holding her so delicately once more, and she, him. More bubbles were appearing but if they were going to share their last breath, they knew how they'd want to lose it. Jisung pressed his lips against Y/N's, something he should have done a long time ago. Their eyes closed when their lips met, and when they pulled away, they held onto each other tightly, love and despair in both of their longing stares saying 'we tried'.

And they did try. They tried so hard to save a world that was dying, leading to their own fated departures from the Earth. The world was destined to end but they were destined to be together, no matter what was thrown at them.

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wisteriagoesvroom · 2 months

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when you watch lando's old footage back with his different teammates you can see his chemistry is so different with each and every one of him. you can see the observant and maybe nervous first year f1 racer that he was around carlos. the fire-meets-fire vibe that they brought, all the overflowing energy of being early 20somethings.

then you get the daniel era where it's honey and butter. both of them warm and charming and lando still learning from the other. but also lando also coming into his own as a racer and realising that he's not an imposter - he's on the level, if not better at that point, than the person who raced for red bull and has 8 GPs under his belt. even if that same racer seems a shadow of his former self at mclaren.

then you get the 2022 merry go round, and oscar. might as well be night and day when they first meet.

oscar, who keeps to himself, puts his head down and works. oscar, watchful and careful after the silly business with alpine. who probably knows he's coming into a buzzy environment with big personalities and huge expectations too - because who is this kid who had the audacity to basically flip off alpine? and via social media of all things (how very modern for an old-fashioned sport). how is this kid gonna make his mark on such a storied team, where the last win is almost now as old as him? what is he going to do with all that potential, right?

we love the machine, because we love watching the potential of a bright young thing fighting their way out of its jaws. lando was in there too, not so long ago, and the poison from that bite might still seep.

nobody knows what to expect. but lando gets to be the elder in the duo for the first time. lando's also going through a process in 2022-23 where he also seems to be entering a new phase of his life and realising some stuff about himself as a person too and what his priorities are. we'll never truly know what that process is (nor should we), but i think on this side of 2024 you can already see how he's handling himself out of it.

and we saw it maybe, in a bit of a smirk at oscar's first day for the car launch and oscar being late. a bit of wonder at oscar, who when suited up seems physically larger than what he remembers.

but then! oscar puts in the work. good chatter surrounds newbie and his working style, and oscar demonstrates maturity. he shows what a contender he is. that he's got his own approach, and he's ready, and – once the car comes – he starts backing that up with good results.

lando is competitive as hell on his own terms. but seeing a twenty one year old from the Reserve bench come in under er, fraught circumstances, then smashing out result after result from Suzuka onwards - surely that puts some fire under your ass in a big way. and! lando is someone who, i think despite his bad luck and lack of a win yet, is incredibly driven and has it in him to be a proper WDC contender. he has that quality. if his teammate is pushing him he's just going to push himself harder.

which culminates, interestingly, in soundbites we're getting recently. like the peter crouch interview, where lando says he's stopped DJ-ing because he's prioritising racing. not an easy decision to make i'm sure, and maybe one that would've happened without oscar's presence at mclaren anyway– but just one signal of where his headspace is probably at now and into '24. lando is also much more reserved about the soundbites he's giving lately (like "i'm not making any race or win predictions anymore and i'm taking things as they are because predictions haven't come true for me in the past, there's too much expectation on myself" etc etc.).

you might even describe it as... maturity.

and guess who has been described as incredibly composed and mature by the mclaren team?

exactly.

#lando norris #ln4 #landoscar #twinklaren #mctwinks #oscar piastri #did i expect to write a mini essay about lando norris in the year 2024?#no #but his whole thing recently has been fascinating to me #sport is myth and imagemaking #so this is a meta on the myth if you will #i could probably do an equivalent essay on what oscar's learned from lando #but that'll be another like 800 words so i won't turn that into a ted talk #wisteria talks

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yanxidarlings · 5 months

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sorry to bother you but i’m obsessed with your writing style 😭 would you consider writing something where theodore nott and mattheo riddle fight over gender neutral/male reader? <3

YANDERE THEODORE NOTT VS YANDERE MATTHEO RIDDLE

take notes, aspiring requesters, this is what i like to see 💖😩✊ so i still should be prioritising the poll results, but this is way too tempting.

this turned out long as dumbledores beard so i might make a part 2 in the future with more details about the poly yanderationship. i tried out some actual scenes so please be honest if they were shit or not because i only want to embarrass myself once.

• ok, so, to put it shortly; the reader/darling is fucked. like. you couldn't have gotten a worse pair of yanderes. both are some of the worst at sharing (ok i know i say that for everyone, but listen). yet, it's not completely off the table.

• once they hop of their high horse and decide to come to an agreement, that's when the darling should be scared. two yandere's fighting is better than them getting along because at least they're distracting each other. and the agreement really only stands until a chance arises for one to eliminate the other. so unless the darling really likes them both, the hostility never ends, there's just a break in between.

to put it not shortly; i like the idea here that they've known each other since childhood, i saw a headcanon somewhere in the depths of wattpad that theo and theo have known each other since they were like 3 so i'm just gonna roll with it.

the darling had never suspected they would harbour such dark thoughts. sure, they once sent each other to st mungos 'play fighting' when they were 9, but that was just them rough housing. okay and there was that one time in 1st year transfiguration when mattheo turned theodore into a raccoon and said he didn't know how to turn him back. oh and that fist fight over who got to take the darling to the yule ball was kind of terrifying, if he hadn't pulled them off each other, they probably would have kept going until the other was dead...

• okay so the darling was getting pretty suspicious over time. not to mention, mattheo is pretty transparent about his actions, and belief that the reader is beholden to him in every way. and theodore makes to effort to hide his intentions of wedding the reader oneday.

• it didn't take long for mattheo and theodore to catch on to each other, especially if they shared a dorm with their darling, but either way, running into each other whilst stalking the reader down the halls and having to awkwardly sit next to each other whilst watching the reader sleep, quickly revealed the others obsession.

• theodore frankly is just offended that mattheo even thinks he's worthy of the reader. it's not official yet but theo is the one that's betrothed to the reader, theo is the one that met the reader first and most importantly, theodore is the darlings friend, not mattheo.

to set the scene, theodore has finally worked up the gall to sneak into the darlings dorm and watch as they sleep, something he'd been itching to do lately; they had been coming to class looking lethargic, eating less at meals, and just seemed out of it lately. he was just going to make sure they were sleeping well, that's all he meant, but when he quietly enters their dorm, none other than mattheo riddle sits on their bed, resting on his palms, creepily staring at theodore's precious darling as they slep.

"what the fuck are you doing" is his initial reaction. he probably shouldn't have said it so loud, as the reader stirred in his sleep. "get off him" he continued, in a whispered yell. the situation escalated pretty quickly, with theodore dragging mattheo off the bed, only to be met with a swift punch to the face.

"mind your own fucking business, nott" mattheo spat, "and get out" gesturing towards the door. if the reader hadn't started to slowly wake up at that moment, this story would have a much simpler ending.

no words were said as they returned to the slytherin dorm. theodore was woken up just hours later with a wand to his neck "if i ever catch you in l/n's dorm again, i'll end you." theodore didn't say anything at that moment, but in no way was he backing down.

• what followed was a series of hostility between the two. before, the threat of the other was only miniscule, because they both planned to whisk their darling away eventually.

• each hosmeade visit would be accompanied by the flanking of the darling, mattheo on the right and theodore on the left, doesn't matter if the reader had other plans, to bad so sad theodore wants to show them a new quill and mattheo has nothing else to do but follow his darling.

• the holidays are a nightmare, mattheo is going to show up unannounced no matter what, only to find theodore already settled in for a sleepover at readers house. the darling is on edge from the passive aggressive remarks, boarding on aggressive aggressive.

• it's impossible for one to pursue any kind of relationship without being intercepted by the other. oh, theodore asked reader out on a date? what a shame the day came by and he ended up in the hospital wing after falling down a flight of stairs. mattheo impromptly kissed reader? theodore's pulling them to him the moment after.

• this goes on kind of indefinately, until something trigger's a change. maybe it's voldemorts return, maybe the darling is injured, or maybe they begin a relationship with someone else. when their darling's safety and exclusivity to them is threatened, the theo's will reluctantly put aside their 'differences'.

• the change in behaviour is unnerving to say the least for the darling, his two slythergremlins suddenly getting along? in what alternate universe-

instead of pulling reader away from studying with theodore, mattheo calmly sat down, swung his legs over readers legs, his feet resting on nott's thigh and lit up a cigarette "you two still go to history of magic? i thought nott was supposed to be a slytherin, and surely you've got better things to do"

mattheo ignored pince scolding him in the distance, but his darling had already snatched the cigarette from his fingers "do you mind" "no". confusing the reader even more, theodore silently leaned behind him and motioned for mattheo to hand him a smoke, using his wand to light it up.

nott went back to studying, whilst the darling just sat there, looking back and forth between the two slytherins. "are- what- ... nevermind" the afternoon continued as usual, aside from the unusual behaviour witnessed.

• it wasn't a one time thing, instead of fighting over who'd partner with the reader in potions, they seemingly took turns. same with hodsmeade visits, and anything they couldn't do at the same time.

• things gradually became less platonic, from calling the reader "pretty boy" and forehead kisses from theodore, to blantant flirting and neck kisses from mattheo, rumours were understandably spreading.

mattheo furrowed his brows as his darling pulled away from his attempted neck kiss "everything good?" he asked, fiddling with strands of the others hair "you know people think we're gay and dating, right?" "aren't we?"

• things are kind of unofficially official, there was no discussion or agreement made between the darling and the theo's, things just escalated to the point everyone at hogwarts knew the reader was involved with nott and riddle in some way.

• it would honestly be sweet, if the reader was a willing participant. it's all fun and games until reader rejects the advances, and questions the possessiveness.

• mattheo will gaslight him whenever he tries to pull away, framing the entire relationship as readers idea. theodore simply scoffs, and tells him he doesn't know what's good for him, that's why you need me. silly darling can barely take care of himself, much less make good decisions, in general and romantically.

"okay then, who would you be with if you could pick? granger? i saw the way you looked at her the other day. god forbid you'd pick malfoy, he's got a golden clad stick up his ass" theodore chuckled, patting his darling on the back "my bed or riddle's tonight?" the smile he was giving his darling was almost taunting, as if to dare him to do something about his situation.

#hp writings #yandere harry potter #yandere theodore nott #yandere mattheo riddle #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x male reader #male reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x male reader

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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okay so i'm really glad you're postponing the event bc you should prioritise yourself first ! but the fluff/smut category had me thinking (plus the dance scene you showed me with jason) the first time the boys (dick/jason) say i love you to the reader?

this request is important to me FOR A FEW REASONS. i think it’s an extremely huge step for either of them to say those three words, so this really gives me butterflies.

fandom dc / masterlist coming soon / @dollsdc-library

featuring dick grayson x vigilante!reader ; jason todd x Wayne!reader

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning there’s some mild violence, but other than that, it’s all fluff.

word count n.a / headcanons & concepts

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

bird brains writing event !!

Dick has loved you for years, and you knew it.

he showed it in the way he looked at you, as if the sun rose and set in your eyes. to him, it did.

you felt it in his kiss, or the genteel way he clasped his hands over yours. the faint skip of his heartbeat when you laid your head on his chest.

you heard it in the softness of his baritone when he called for you, as if the mere collection of letters must be strung together with silk.

you knew he wanted to, but he couldn’t say it.

and that was okay.

because you already knew he did.

every time you visited Wayne Manor, it was difficult to get you alone.

Bruce wanted to talk business.

Tim and Jason wanted the chance to spar with you, regardless of the fact that you typically took them both on at the same time, blindfolded, and win.

Cass would steal you away next, ask for pointers on how to make her suit more efficient.

but the absolute worst was Damian.

the kid that didn’t seem to like anyone had latched himself on to you like a leech, and demanded most of your time.

it hadn’t bothered Dick at first, who was just happy that his family adored his girlfriend as much as he did.

until you didn’t even sleep in bed with him.

he’d shuffled out, clad in sweats with tawny tendrils in a messy heap, and squinted when he saw Jason and Tim sprawled on dualing arm chairs, both buried deep in their screens.

“Anyone want to tell me where my girlfriend is?” he asks, looking them over.

“We tried to get her to crash in here with us,” Tim replied with a shrug.

“Yeah, but the kid threw a fit about wanting her to hang out until he fell asleep.” Jason finished, without even so much as looking up from his phone.

of course he did.

Dick was shaking his head as he crept down the hall to Damian’s room.

Damian had never demanded a babysitter; he’d never even wanted one until Dick introduced you to the house, and now he acted like he couldn’t do anything without you there to hold his hand. it was kind of adorable.

as soon as he slipped inside, he saw you curled up on the massive bed, Damian clinging to you like a koala bear. you were sleeping soundly, but Damian squinted with one eye open.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, Kiddo.” Dick croons as he drifts closer, “but, I’m gonna have to steal my girlfriend back.”

Damian pouted. he pouted. since when did Damian Wayne pout instead of scowl? “We’re sleeping.” he countered, closing his eyes as if to ignore his eldest, adoptive sibling. “Come back later.”

“How about I just sleep in here, too?” Dick suggested after a moment of considering just prying the brat off of you and carrying you back to his room. it wouldn’t be fair, but neither would sleeping alone.

Damian was quiet. ignoring him.

“Come on, D.” Dick whispered, “Plenty of room. I can just squeeze in right here.” he pats the massive empty space on your other side.

Damian opened his eyes, but he didn’t say no. so, Dick took that as approval, and slid comfortably on to the mattress. he nuzzles close, wrapping his arm around your midriff, he attempts to pull you closer to him, and inadvertently drags a clinging Damian along with you, who glares up at him.

Dick rests his chin in the crook of your neck, whispering down at the kid, “Relax. Go back to sleep, already.”

it takes a while, but eventually, Damian drifts off again. leaving Dick the only one awake.

he plants a soft, butterfly kiss on your shoulder, smiling to himself at the scene. it felt like looking into the future, or, at least, what he wanted as his future.

“I wonder if our little brats will be so needy,” he thought aloud. it was strange— he’d never thought about a family beyond his siblings, or Bruce, but in this moment with you, he could see it. he wanted it. he wanted to marry you, he wanted to give you little babies that had his eyes and your nose. “Who am I kidding? Of course they will be. They’ll love you. Everyone always loves you.” he pauses, nuzzling against your ear and closes his eyes. “I love you.”

Jason “Perfect Timing” Todd told you he loved you for the first time on a rooftop overlooking the city at twenty three past two in the morning. which sounds romantic in theory.

in practice, however? not so much.

it had been seven vs two; five of those had been beefy thugs twice your size in stature, with biceps bigger than your head, but of course, you’d leapt at the opportunity to bring them down. after all, how did the saying go?

the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

Jason kept stealing glances at you when he parried, ready to break and run to your side if you were to find yourself overwhelmed. but every time, without fail, you were putting another one in the dust, until there were a ring of writhing bodies at your feet; and you were the visage of a warrior goddess in his eyes— sent down from the heavens to kick ass.

he stared, maybe a fraction of a second too long, and his gut met his opponent’s fist. he grunted, stumbled back against the ledge. the faint click of a pistol being torn from a sheath at the thug’s hip rang out. your attention was drawn to the sound, and something inside you snapped.

Jason had a plan of escape, but he hadn’t had the time to act upon it, because the heel of your boot cut through the air between him and the enemy, cracking against his wrist bone. he cries out, firearm flying free from his grip, and he reaches for the broken bone with his other hand, cradling it.

Jason caught the gun by the handle, and smirked behind his mask, before flipping it over, gripping it by the handle.

new plan.

the thug was caught in a whirlwind of your fists and feet, but even with one hand now out of commission, he was holding his own— countering every move. Jason could tell it was getting to you by the way your jaw tightened, and your form became sloppy.

you were frustrated, borderline erratically throwing your limbs at him in hopes of getting through.

he calls your name.

the sound of the syllables on his tongue is enough to center you. you knew what he wanted to say. “Slow down. Focus.” and you do.

kicking your leg up, you hook your knee around the back of your opponent’s neck, forcing him to double over, incapacitated for only a moment or two. but it’s enough.

you look to Jason, whose gloved hand is extended, the other brandishing the gun backwards.

with a vixen’s simper, you reach for him, but instead of taking his hand, you snatch the gun from it. if he wanted the final blow to be his, he had another thing coming.

Jason had scoffed behind his mask, before staring in awe as you hike yourself up on to the man’s shoulders, bringing the butt of the gun against the back of his head.

your knees dig into his shoulder blades as he falls face first against the concrete with a grunt, and you exhale.

but Jason was still staring, and those four words left his lips, muffled behind the Red Hood, before he even realized he’d said them.

“Christ, I love you.”

“What did you just say?” you asked, wide eyed, scrambling to your feet. you were huffing from exertion, and your muscles ached, but all of your focus had zeroed in on him. you couldn’t believe your own ears.

“What? Nothing.”

raising your brows, you advance towards him, now excited. “No, no, no! What did you say, huh? What was that?!” both hands flee to grab at his mask. “What did you say??”

“Knock it off!” but he was laughing, trying to shake his head, leaning back against the ledge to stay out of your reach. he couldn’t, because you’d already wrenched it from his head, cradling it against your midsection like a football.

“Give it.”

“Not until you tell me what you said!” you exclaim, trying to escape to the other side of the roof, but he’s sprinting after you, howling with laughter.

you traipse over unconscious criminals, before you squeal with delight when his powerful arms snake around your waist and pull you back to him.

your back collides with his solid chest, and you hunch forward, hugging the mask tighter. “Tell me!”

“All right!” he exclaims, one hand reaching to cradle your cheek, and turn your face towards him. his chin is hovering just over your shoulder, and his cheeks are reddened, even in the silvery moonlight, but he doesn’t hesitate to pour his gaze into yours when you crane your neck. “Look at me, ya pain in the ass.”

your noses brush against one another, his lips hovering inches from yours; your smile has faded slightly, your breath quivering against his mouth.

“I said I love you.”

your heart felt like it was about to leap from your chest into your throat, and suddenly, words escape you. you can tell he’s waiting on you to say something, but you can’t. you only stare, amazed.

one, dark brow arches. “Come back to earth.” he mutters, playful. “And say something, you’re makin’ me kinda nervous here.”

“Do you mean it?” you ask, abruptly. you’re still gazing at his features, but your stare is analytical, as if trying to pick apart each muscle movement and decide if he were lying or not.

Jason tilts his head to the side, his teal gems falling to your lips. you have the sudden urge to bite down on the lower to keep it from quivering. he notices, and smiles wider.

“Why don’t ya kiss me and find out?”

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shortpplfedup · 7 months

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The only Only Friends meta I'm gonna write...

@neuroticbookworm's post about how romance narratives ignore the ugly reality of poverty and class differences in-story and @lurkingshan's post about how the narrative is punishing Sand for naively simping for a dazzling rich boy, and Jojo n'em are kind of upending/deromanticizing the Cinderella trope (not her words exactly but that's the gist) sent me deep into my own thoughts. I have noted before that Ray does not see Sand as an equal and that's why he will never take him seriously and I feel the need to expound on that a little, and on why Sand and Ray are set for a tragic end whether they are together in the end or not.

You see, rich people and poor(er) people think different. Ray will not ever value Sand, because what Sand offers him is for free. @wen-kexing-apologist and I got into some back and forth last night in side chat about this, and they will probably be meta-ing in a much more comprehensive and researched way about this in future because they are awesome like that, but it comes down to what money means to rich people vs poor(er) people. Because the secret about rich people is that they're rich because they pay for as little as possible. Rich people see not having to pay for things as their god-given right, and they NEVER value things they don't pay for somehow, with money or with the inefficient equivalents of money: time and effort. Because to rich people money isn't money, it isn't food and shelter and safety and the smile on their kid's face when they open that birthday present, it's a scoreboard.

Sand made a classic error with Ray: he thought they understood each other. He thought that Ray read his words and actions in the way he communicates them, and he reads Ray's words and actions through his own lens as well. He thought that by refusing money to hang out with Ray, and prioritising Ray without Ray having to expend much if any time and effort, Ray would see him as a person instead of an item for sale but that's not how rich boys work. Ray expects Sand's company for free, because rich people mostly don't pay for shit. If he in fact had to pay for it somehow, with money, or with time or effort, he would value it, and Sand. Instead, he still sees Sand as an item for sale (He. Called. Him. A. Whore. That. Is. How. He. Sees. Him.), but the sale price is free, and rich people LOVE free shit. Poor(er) people think they're being kind or caring when they don't charge for things, because for poor(er) people not having to pay for things, in money, in time, in effort, is how you show you care. For rich people, not having to pay for things is just the way they expect the world to work.

Ray will never love Sand, because Ray doesn't value Sand, because Sand gave it all to Ray for free, because he didn't understand that to rich people 'free' isn't love. Does Ray like Sand and enjoy his company? Sure. Is he attracted to Sand? Absolutely. Is he on some level grateful to Sand? You betcha. But he does not now and will not ever see Sand as an equal he can love. Sand is a bonus possession he got for free. Sand's an idiot, because he could have at least gotten paid along with his heartbreak. He gave it all for free and Ray still calls him a whore, because in rich-people-land not charging for something isn't noble it's just stupid. HE'S GONNA CALL YOU A WHORE ANYWAY AT LEAST GET PAID FOR IT.

Now might Ray and Sand end up together? It's totally possible. Ray is lonely enough and likes Sand well enough, and Sand is so in love at this point he will accept anything that keeps Ray around, he's admitted that. But the way Ray sees Sand and their relationship is NOT the way Sand sees Ray. Even the (inevitably deceptive as they always are) preview for next week draws a line under this: Ray can have Mew, but Sand is his possession and nobody else is allowed to play with his toys. Even when he's not using them and has in fact left them strewn about while he focuses on things he actually values (Mew, who didn't give him anything for free). So yeah, they might end up together (in fact I'm starting to think all the couples will, in twisted ways), but Sand will pay the price of that. Because rich people DON'T PAY FOR SHIT.

#only friends the series #only friends series #only friends #bl meta series

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charlessmiths-wife · 1 month

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CASSANDRA DIMITRESCU HEACANNONS

because nobody but me gets her. she's mine. what I say about her is correct I'm right and everyone else is wrong.

** joking, obviously. these are my own personal opinion. some of these hcs are NSFW... but none of them are too explicit ** they’re also mostly x reader

UNDER THE CUT

-> she's nowhere near as evil or sadistic as people make her out to be.

-> yes, she's a sadistic murderer, she's a Dimitrescu... after all, it's in their... blood?

-> she is the huntress of the Dimitrescu name. but that doesn't mean she hunts any and every human who gets in her way... sometimes when a maid fucks up minorly she just, yknow, moves on.

-> sure, she'll scowl and roll her eyes, making some kind of sarcastic comment about how "poor" the help has gotten - but she usually won't resort to murder over something small.

-> however, if the maidens crime is bigger OR if its been a while since her or her family have fed... then the poor maid can count on them becoming her next meal.

-> and she does find s sick sense of thrill in it, undeniably. i can't and won't try to argue with that.

-> she's incredibly protective of her family... especially Daniela.

-> many people portray Bela as being constantly worried about impressing her mother, and whilst this is true... I'd risk to say Cassandra is actually more worried about it, in a way. Canonically, Cass is the one Lady D calls upon for help in getting rid of Ethan... so I imagine she feels a lot of responsibility to defend them. when she fails to do so, this results in her becoming insecure she's let alcina down.

-> just so so SO cold to you when you first meet her 😭

-> and it’s gonna take her a while to open up properly… so if you’re lucky enough to get close enough to be even somewhat of a friend, then even at that - it’ll be a solid 6-8 business months before she even CONSIDERS properly opening up

-> but once she does, I do think she’s capable of being emotionally intelligent

-> I will say that this especially will take a while (after all, one of the cons of dating someone who murders people for sport is probably a lack of emotional maturity) but it could definitely happen

-> though only with people she cares about

-> she’d still be an asshole to everyone else (my asshole though)

-> do I think she could grow to be a good listener though? 100 fucking percent

-> LIKE JUST IMAGINING VENTING TO CASS AND HER SOFTLY HUMMING WHILST RUBBING YOUR BACK STOP

-> do I think she’s big on physical affection in general?

-> not particularly

-> like I feel like she enjoys it least out of the three sisters, with Dani enjoying it the most and Bela also growing to love it with time

-> I’d say Cass more so enjoys quiet moments of physical affection, small examples of pda such as hand holding or a kiss on the cheek she’ll tolerate, but unless she’s looking to show who you belong to, she typically won’t go for big acts of affection in public, and even at that the most she’ll usually go for is a kiss.

-> in private, she can be cuddly, but again - not as much as her sisters

-> I also do personally disagree with the idea Cassandra Dimitrescu is sex mad. I disagree with this for all the sisters, personally, but especially Cass. She enjoys it, yes- but I don’t think it’s the be all and end all for her.

-> However, she does enjoy it, and I reckon she does have some solid enough experience.

-> and trust me, once she’s spent enough time sleeping with you? I’d risk to say sex with Cassandra Dimitrescu would be so good it would be a damn near spiritual experience

-> (you just know she prioritises making her partner feel good.)

-> plus she deffo does aftercare. and I refuse to accept otherwise. She may be a murderer but she cares x

#resident evil village #re village #re8 #resident evil #cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #x reader #dimitrescu sisters #Cassandra!!!#the loml #I plan on doing this for the other sisters #feel free to request for any of them at any time!

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seneon · 10 months

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hello! could i request some hcs for dot barrett and an afab reader with how it first starts as a crush, but he slowly falls in love with them? i haven't seem much of dot and it's sad bcs he's so cute. 😭

anyway, that aside, i really love your content sm! it's nice to see people making content abt mashle bcs of how small(?) the community is... thank you and have fun writing!

HEAVEN SENT.

featuring. dot barrett x gn! / afab! reader — headcanons.

genre. fluff and romance (and some crack) from dot himself !!

notes. i actually have no idea how to write afab i'm so sorry anon 💀😭 but hey, i'm actually happy that someone requested for dot since he's precious AHAHA. thanks for the affirmation too, anon!!

— the moment dot sets his eyes on you, he flushed as red as the finest rose to ever exist in the entire universe. i mean like, he laid his eyes on the most gorgeous person to ever exist.

— would actually get flustered and shy around you. but ofc, his mc mindset has him thinking that he needs to show off 24/7 and you find it funny always. that which dot would catch you smiling.

— which guy doesn't get all butterflies uwuwuqwu teehee 🦋🦋 whenever they see their crush smiling and shit... definitely dot barrett bc bro EXPLODED

— UHMM uhh dot is always at the center of your attention. like he tries so hard just to get your attention to make you look and stare at him.

— he might be a simp for girls, but he'd totally ditch lemon for you. omg. that's crazy.

— ^ up to the point where dot would prioritise you over anything and anyone else. including himself. he also might be delulu but for you probably not.

— like he's actually genuinely in love with you that he'd simply do so much for you. if you tell him to start studying, he would. help you with magic training? he'd immediately get into a stance. you said you're starving? he pulls out a stolen cream puff from mash.

— dot could actually tell the difference of how he's so in love with you than any crushes he's ever had. like this one felt so genuine and real, almost like it's natural and unexpected. and he likes the feeling of genuineness.

— you're an angel to him, a heaven sent. so he wouldn't want others to hurt you right? if not, dot would get so angry and his anger issues will be at his peak. although, seeing your face and hearing your voice was enough to consume his wrath and turn him into a complete softie.

— probably gonna tell you he loves you in the middle of an argument where you'd confront him about his protectiveness and be like "i do it because i love and care for you!" and he'd just turn red as hell from his own words.

— fyi big take on this hc, he's a soft boy if he actually falls in love with someone. aka you.

why does the dot header actually look so cool and scary at the same time...

#🎥 senreqs #mashle #dot barrett #dot x reader #mashle hcs #mashle imagines #mashle x reader #dot barrett x reader #gn reader

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stil-lindigo · 3 months

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hello lindi! i've been following you since you were starting out pulse, and it's been an honour to see you grow both as an artist and as a person⏤the way you approach sociopolitical issues with strength and optimism is simply incredible, and it teaches me a lot about my relationship with activism as well.

in that vein, i wanted to ask a question. on twitter, i've seen people asking others to completely cut down on posting personal art or about special interests and focus 100% on talking about palestine for the whole week. while i am doing it the best i can, i have some reservations and doubts about this approach of striking, especially since it's not a sentiment i'm seeing on any other social media platform or even on different twitter communities.

i just wanted to get your opinion on this⏤do you think it's effective or necessary? i fear i may be being too pessimistic about it, which is the last thing i want to do.

thank you always, i hope these asks aren't wearing on you.

hello anon :) It inspires a lot of awe in me that you're still here after four (five?) years - i'm extremely honoured and humbled to have earned your patronage for so long.

for the twitter/social media strike, I have the stance where I don't think the message for palestine is dampened by people still posting about their special interests, mainly for a few reasons.

While it would have been incredibly powerful to have a general posting blackout besides pro-palestine messages, it was never going to realistically happen. There are people who aren't online who won't learn about the strike until it's too late, people who maintain a main and an alt and only post fandom stuff on the alt (which is private or has 12 followers so who cares, they'll post their genshin husbands), people who just prioritise their escapism over anything else. I can't hold it against them too, because trying to impose a "you can ONLY post about palestine" decree (even for just a week) will breed resentment in droves, which i think would make the movement lose steam incredibly fast. For most people, social media is escapism. It's a privilege afforded to those who can turn off their phone, or close a tab and leave all the horrors behind. But at the end of the day, we all do it, and to some extent I think that balance is necessary so that you stay sane. Activism is a lifestyle, not a brief stint, where balance has to be maintained to make sure you can do as much as you can for as long as you can.

You kind of have to realise that nobody can reach through a screen and police someone's social media use or thoughts. I've been observing the general rules of the strike, but to be fair I'm in the boat where that's not very different to how I've been posting for the past few months anyway, so it's no big sacrifice on my part. There are people out there on social media right now who deserve shame for their "escapism". The type to proudly boast about muting words like "palestine", "israel", "genocide" - they're callous, and cruel, and lonely souls searching for a brief high in attention and outrage. But I am seeing people on my feed observe the strike, I am seeing more resources about Palestine, I am seeing dipshits get shamed. The strike's goal to push Palestine resources to the forefront of the feed, to get it trending, has (so far) been working.

So...this was longwinded but - tldr; we were always gonna have people who prioritised their fandom over a genocide so you can't really be too disappointed by it (well, you can, but I'm not since it's just a "*shrug* that's how most people are"-type situation) but there are people who are observing the strike halfway and people who are doing it all the way and they're lifting us all up, so the strike's call to action did work and is currently doing what it's supposed to.

#long post #i always write too much for these but. yeah. just wanted to explain it as well as i could #also. again. im not enlightened or more educated than the average joe #im in my 20s and very online and an artist. this is the perspective of someone who is...that.#thats all #you can disagree if you want i dont really care #just do it while supporting palestine #palestine #free palestine #free gaza #free west bank

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aphroditesmoon · 9 months

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I'm holding my night in your hands

gwen stacy x fem!reader

summary: gwen is a talented dancer, but once you found out she's never slowdanced before, you decided to fix it. romantic feelings ensues.

warnings: ballerina!reader, reader has at least collarbones length hair, flirty gwen, fluff, title is from indigo de souza's song "what are we gonna do now"

taglist: @catherine-112 , @urdeadpoet , @primaviva

A/N: thank you for 1.6k followers, i love you all sm!

♡♡♡

YOU CUPPED YOUR HAND under the sink. Watching the water fill them up slowly until its full, before gently spreading it all over your face. The water pressure is still shit, but

The relief you feel as the water hits your skin was undeniable.

Your reflection stares back at you through the mirror, It also tells you to dry your face up and get your shit together. You use your wrist to wipe off your the drops of water on your chin.

You had always considered yourself a perfectionist, the last worker to leave the office type of girl. Who knew all it took to break you was a night with less than 3 hours of sleep and accidentally tripping in the bathroom floor after a shower. You still went to your lesson with your dismissive limp.

An hour in, and your instructor had already noticed how you're having inabilty to straighted your left foot. She made you go freshen up in the restroom, concerned that you could've popped a nerve out of your feet or something whole practising.

Having no excuse to deny her, you did as you're told to.

You flex your bruised feet in circles, lifting it slightly to see if the pain had lessen. Despite the loud hiss escaping your lips as it twists on a certain angle, it was definitely lessening for at least 20% compared to the pain from the morning.

Definitely not broken then, just my little bones still in shock from the fall.

You flinch suddenly as the restroom door opens wide, Gwen Stacy entering before it.

Scanning her presence, you let out a relaxed sigh.

You've never talked to her before. You've definitely seen her around though. She's known as a pretty smart person in school, despite constantly missing class. She's also known to be more of a loner, especially since the passing of her friend, Peter something.

You wonder if she was like you, someone who prioritises their goals over stupid high school boys. You knew her as much as everyone else did. Absolutely nothing. She's beautiful too. But that's an observation more than information.

Her eyes meet yours in the mirror currently staring back at you, she gives a small smile as a sign of acknowledgement before leading herself into a toilet stall. You should just leave right after that, but your still throbbing feet had convinced you to stay a little while.

The blonde ballerina finishes up her business quite quick, leaving her stall and going straight for the sink next to yours to wash her hands.

The two of you greet eachother with a small nod and smile as you usully do, but you notice how her eyes wander to your left foot, still lifting up frok the ground as your right side carries your whole weight.

"Fell?" She asks, being the first to speak.

"Yeah, this morning." You answer with a hoarse laugh. Gwen hums understandingly before raising another question. "Did you get a cough too?" You shook your head.

"Flu, dunno why I sound like shit today." She laughs shortly at that, the corner of hee eyes crinkling as she does it. "No, you sound fine, just a little throaty." Gwen clarifies, earning a thank you from you.

You watch her retie her hair as your fingers grip the sink counter for balance. "You going to the party this Sunday?" The company had organised an end of year party for your dancing class, you'll be going of course. "I'm not sure, are you?" She asks back, wiggling her brows wiile turning around to lean her back againts the counter.

"Oh yeah, hardworkers also needs a drink or two sometimes." You joke. She snorts at that and squints her eyes at you. "We're underage, I don't think we're getting anything other than orange juice." You shrug at that nonchalantly, "I have a good enough imagination to pretend its booze."

Your laugh melts together with hers at the joke. "Well as long as everyone won't start slow dancing or anything, I guess I won't be needing any alcohol." You raise a brow in confusion at her words. "What, you hate slow dancing?" She makes purse her lips and and make a small noise of consideration. "Hate? No, no-um, I can't slow dance, never done it before and never going to. It was a joke." She clarifies.

You answer with an understanding 'Ohh'.

"It's not that bad, I mean this isn't some ball from the 1700s or something." She frowns. "I don't think they had balls during the 1700s."

"Well either you're right ot we both failed History." She smiles at you. "Anyways-" You continue, "-you don't have to count steps or anything, just hold your partner, waist or shoulder, and just sway with them and try not to step on their feet, at least thats how I do it. I'm sure the people in the 1700s would disagree with me." She opens her mouth to respond but was cut off when you suddenly move from the sink to hold on to her arm.

"Here, let me show you." Gwen is about to disagree, panick evident in her eyes. "Your feet-" She starts. "My feet, is feeling much better now." You conclude, shutting her up.

Her hands meets your waist just as you explained earlier, and yours find their way onto her shoulder. You notice now that you're closer to her, that her smell is a mix of shea butter and lavender. You sniffed at your red nose and shook of the thought of her scent.

"See, now we just, sway." She raises a brow, trying to hide her grin as the tow of you starts swaying to your sides in an incredibly slow motion because of your feet. "So, do we, not move around or?"

You look up to the ceiling for a second, trying to remember the last time you slowdanced with someone and how it went. "Not sure, I mean, I guess we can move from one spot to another and do the same thing." Your words fished out a sudden laugh out of Gwen who is now shaking her head. "That...sounds stupid."

You laugh awkwardly as you try to imagine what you just proposed. "Yeah, that definitely would look weird, now that I think about it." She hummed in an agreement.

A few more seconds of swaying continued until your hands let go of her shoulder to find the sink counter back. Your right hand manages to grip the edge of it, but your left was immediately grasped by Gwen's own hand, her fingers sliding up to your forearm and gripping it for your stability. You mumbled a thanks before your eyes looks back to the ground.

When you lift up your head to look at her, Gwen's eyes has already been zeroing on your face. An uncomfortable second passes by before her smile returns and she speaks for the both of you. "We should get going, I'll help you, come on."

You don't try to say no as she begins to wrap an arm around your back while the other one is placed on your shoulder, dragging you with her as gentle as she could.

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That night you were restless again, the flu had subsided and your feet was ready to be used again. But your houghts were loud and kept you awake depite the tiredness you were feeling.

In the end, your body finally gave into itself around 3:45AM, and you fell into an uneasy sleep, bizarre dreams filling your subconscious.

You dreamed of a unicorn, in the middle of the highway. A unicorn that you were comfortably placed onto. The sky was dark and only a singular streetlamp lighted up our way.

The next and last bit of your dreams you could remember was as you're slowly riding the white and rainbow horned animal, the road doesn't end, yet you stopped when you reached a girl standing in your way. She had her back facing you, but her hair gave away her identity quite quickly. You're not sure if experts have ever confirmed if you could smell in your dreams, but when you woke up, an hour late to your dance lesson, you swore your nostrils were filled with the scent of lavender for a whole minute at least.

Which was weird as hell.

You groaned when you check the time. No one would question you missing one lesson, especially after seeing you walk back in limping in Gwen's arms yesterday, which was definitely in your top 10 most embarrassing moments in life.

You let yourself fall back into your pillow until you were physically ready to get up again. The party was tomorrow. At least missing this class means you'll have more time to ice your feet a few more times to lessen the risk of it hurting again during the event.

You forced yourself up to clean your room and get a shower before calling up a food delivery service for some pancakes and coffee from your favourite downtown cafe. When all things go bad, coffee is usually a good start of fixing things.

You checked your email and messages to see if anyone had tried reaching out to you for missing class, but fortunately there was none. Though a slight dissapointment still made it's way to your chest. The kind that makes you feel stupid for having the audacity to be disappointed in the first place.

You shook Gwen off your thoughts and retreated back into your room, deciding it's better to try and finish the book that's been lying around on your table for weeks now.

Morning soon enough became afternoon, and soon again, turned into night. Your copy of The Master And Margarita had at least 40 pages left to finish. Your growling stomach made you put it down and concluded that those pages will be read tomorrow night instead. You've forgotten to eat lunch today. And as much as your old ballet teacher would've probably praised you for that, you needed to eat.

Your feet is starting to feel cold and your ribcage was getting small sharp pains from not eating, your body was getting gassy.

As you reach your kitchen, your hands got to work, pulling out the bag of instant mac and cheese, you begin to prepare your meal. 15 minutes of boiling and mixing in the pot, and your meal was done. You took your time eating it, indulging the taste of supermarket pasta while scrolling through instagram on your phone.

When a notification pops in, you almost let yourself hope, until you notice the message was from your mom, letting you know she'll be coming home late again today.

That night, you fell asleep easier than the the night before, and you thankfully dreamt of nothing.

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The party starts in 10 minutes. You're fully dressed in a dark blue, shortsleeved dress. You contemplated if you should try styling your hair until you eventually gave up and tied it up in a ponytail...before pulling it off again and tying it up again, in a bun instead.

The studio was 7 minutes away from your house by feet, so you strapped on your heels that you knew you'll be cursing yourself for wearing as soon as you got moving, and left your house fully locked.

Despite being a pretty fit person, you reached the studio breathing heavily with a pair of heels in your hand, strapping them on before pushing the door open.

Loud unrecognized music fills the big space, a lot of people have arrived much early than you. When you reached the crowded space, you're immediately greeted by acquaintances, complimenting your dress and asking if you're feeling better. You let yourself mingle and chat around with your instructor and friends before excusing yourself to get a drink.

The studio is getting fuller, and the music, louder. The place reeked sweat and expensive perfumes as everyone starts to get comfortable dancing and walking around chatting.

You scan the crowd for a particular blonde haired girl and sighed in frustration when you were sure you she's not anywhere to be seen.

Spinning your back towards the party, you grabbed one of the plastic cups filled with orange juice, the only drink available. Taking a sip, you scrunched up your nose at the too sour taste. With all the funds from the rich parents of wannabe ballerinas, they couldn't even afford to get some kiwi juice in, or even watered down champagne. It's disappointing.

At least it wasn't rootbeer or something, the gas is bad for you, and you're not taking a risk of burping your way home. Or worse, farting.

Your thoughts of the disgusting drink being served was put on pause when a hand reached out infront of you to pour out a medium amount of what looked like piss from a thermos.

You looked up to meet your disturber and audibly gasped at her.

She has a grin plastered on her face as she closes the bottle. "Vodka, with your orange juice. It's a really good mix, try it." She says. You break out of your suprise and roll your eyes at her. "Leather jacket, really? This isn't a frat house party, you know." You noted, ignoring her words from earlier.

Gwen just laughs at you before swinging an arm around your shoulder and turning you around towards the dancing people. "You're wearing heels, that's crazier, the veins on your feet looks like its seconds away from bursting out. You grumbled incoherently, accepting your loss and trying out the drink.

She watches as you make a sound of delight before chugging the rest of the drink. Her eyes widening as you finished it. "Fucking god, take it easy." She scolds. You snort and shoves her lightly before wiggling the cup at her for more. "Later, I can't get arrested for getting minors wasted, especially because it'll be my dad arresting me."

You burst out laughing at that, nodding your head. "Your dad's a cop? I knew there's a reason you're not in jail yet." Gwen gasps loudly, faking hurt. "All I have is just a bit of stolen vodka, I am quite innocent as a person. You'll see it soon after you spend more time with me."

The two of you join the crowd, her hands finding your waist with more ease than the first time. Understanding where she's getting at, you bite your empty cup as your hands reaches for her shoulder.

She laughs before taking the drink between your teeth, she takes it from your mouth and passes it to a random brunette passing behind her, she took it while looking confused and walked away. "I don't like to litter." You explained.

She hums and pulls you closer. "You don't have to, they have trash cans." She whispers, head leaning down until her lips are againts your ear. "Is that why you brought a jacket, to hide your alcohol in it?" You inquire, noticing how she tucked it in after a drink.

"Mmhm, that and incase you get cold and I can pull the 'you can wear my jacket' thing."

Your mouth is agape but no words leave your mouth. You pull away slightly so she'd look at you and you frowned at her. You gave her a stern and long look, waiting to see if she'd defend herself. She says nothing and just stared at you expressionless.

"Are you flirting with me?" Gwen nods seriously. "I have been, thank you for noticing." You tilt your head at her and think of something smart to say, trying to ignore how fast your heart was beating.

"Well..." you start. Gwen raises a brow. "Well its- it's working." Out of all the things you could've said, of course that's where you landed on.

Fortunately, it pulls a smile out of Gwen that seemed different than before, more sincere you would say. The smile someone gives when they didn't even expect to smile themselves. A mixture of pure genuine joy. "Good." Gwen responded after a while. "Good." You repeat after her.

Letting yourself let go of your need to overthink anything, you lay your head in the crook of her neck as your hands falls onto her chest, feeling how her arms closes themselves tighter around you.

#gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy atsv #gwen stacy #atsv x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #ghost spider x reader #ghost spider

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mrs-monaghan · 5 months

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I need advice, please, you never answer my asks, even though you do with tkkrs spewing lies and hate. Please, I used to love every Jikook interaction, but since a while ago, I can't do it without thinking about how 99% of the fandom are tkkrs and hate JM. I want to enjoy their moments like you do, but it hurts so much to see all the hate JM receives. Sometimes I wonder if JK is worth it...like JM would be free if he dated someone else...tkkrs only want JK to be TH's sex toy, and if JM is with someone else, at least we could enjoy Jikook even if it's them just being friends. Or JK could shut tkkrs up sometime and try to defend Jimin...I gave up on TH confirming Jennie, he's a coward and doesn't want to lose his fans (tkkrs), so he's going to keep doing fanservice namedropping JK everytime he needs it... please, what is your secret? how can I enjoy jkk again? why are there so many people that believe JK is TH's boyfriend if JM is the one he loves? really, everything is so frustrating. Poor JM, I'm tired

Maybe I dont answer your asks because you say things like "maybe Jimin should find someone else" Matter of fact, let it be known to everyone: I delete all such asks. Or any asks that sound remotely like anti JK. Jimin loves who he loves. He is head over heels for this man. Get with the programme or move the fuck on. Coz your fav aint never gonna drop JK just coz u want him to. And I personally figure that is common sense. So anytime I get an ask saying JK doesn't deserve Jimin I don't even finish reading that shit. I delete. So I'm sorry you're upset anon, but if this is how u talk everytime then that's why I have never answered u.

That being said, anon pointed out how I have time to reply to antis n tkkrs. I'm sure some of u who have sent me good Jikook asks probably wonder the same thing. Why does she reply to them but hasn't answered my ask from months ago? This is a fair question. Apart from my current situation 🤰🏽 I may not have time sometimes. And some of your asks require research. Some of your asks are so good they deserve time and thought put into them. Meanwhile insulting a piece of vermin or an anti is easy. I don't have to think when talking smack to these assholes. I don't need to research anything. Plus its very satisfying and takes 0 effort on my end. So that's why it seems like I prioritise them.

Answering a good ask and answering it properly, could take all day sometimes. As much as I love doing it, it requires a lot of time and effort. So yeah, incase any of u was frustrated about how u sent a good ask a long time ago and yet I seem to have time for antis, thats why. That, and people who send links. Those asks are easy n take no time at all.

I'm sorry guys. Really.

But anon, u asked for advice on how to enjoy Jikook moments despite the existence of tkkrs.

I will start by taking you back to this post I made when all hell broke loose that one time. It is incredibly important that people remember: your feelings are not Jimin's. This is the man who in 2018 was sent a death threat and he said that Armys were more worried about this person than he was. That he was alright and that no one should worry.

Quickly, lets pay attention to this part one more time

His fans were more concerned than he was. I do believe this to be the case 1000% right now too. You are more worried about the vermin than he is. You are more worried about Jikook antis, than he is. He doesn't care. If he cared he would pull away from JK. If he cared we wouldn't be getting a Jikook documentary. If he cared why would be continue providing Jikook content despite knowing some people will not receive it very well??? Despite knowing there are people who wanna kill him for hanging with JK?

If he cared we would be starved for moments on official content. He would keep away from JK if antis were affecting him. Period. There is no "poor Jimin." He's more than okay.

Anon, my advice is to keep this in mind. This is what I do. Jimin doesn't care, so neither do I.

So instead I laugh at them and mock them because they are just wasting their time and energy. No amount of hate and death threats are gonna stop Jimin from loving those he loves. And this is the truth.

Plus, why be concerned with people who believe members hate each other? Like in what world does that make sense?? Anon, you have seen the fuckery i share on this blog. These people are brainless and stupid. As we speak they claim that wasn't JK with Jimin in Tokyo. How can u take such people seriously??? I know I don't. I can't. For me to even consider the shit coming out of your mouth you have to make sense and tkkrs dont make any fucking sense.

So my advice, this is up to you and you only. Its is up to u to treat these people like the mental cases they are; by not taking them seriously. Report, block and move on. Go watch a happy Jimin compilation or something. If u can't take the hate, then unfollow all report pages, mute key words, stay on the clean side of twitter. Believe u me, it exists. Curate your timeline anon, it is possible. Even on twitter.

I promise you Jimin does not care. He used to but he sure as hell doesn't anymore. You remember this crucial part, and you will be able to enjoy Jikook in peace.

Plus, if you've been paying attention to JK, you will notice he doesn't feed tkkrs. He really doesn't. Not like in the past. And the dude has made it clear he doesn't like them... not even a little bit. And can u blame him? Look at you and how u feel. Now imagine JK, Jimin's boyfriend seeing this hate. Imagine how he feels. You can tell he ain't about tkkrs. Especially this year. Even they know it and so they rely on V for tkk content. (Denying them moments is the most JK can do. Interfering or trying to shut them up wouldn't work. If it didn't work with V, twice, it won't work with JK either)

This is the only advice I can give u. Hope u heed it. Because no one deserves their BTS experience taken away from them. Xoxo

#ask shaz #bts ask #jimin antis #jikook antis #jimin #set me free #set me free pt.2 #jikook

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 11 months

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Hi, it's me again, and i bring another small debate about the kids.

In the group, who do you think is more prone to jealousy and possessiveness? because i've recently come to known there's a difference between those two terms (i legit had no idea, sorry)

I guess Hyunjin doesn't jealous in any way, since he's so confident on himself. He'll maybe want to "mark his territory", but wouldn't ever feel threatened by anyone.

With Chris it's confusing, because he fits both for me. He gives off the vibes that he'll put you an invisible collar to mark you as propietry but he'll also growl at anyone that looks at you (god i'm really describing him as an alpha wolf thing, forgive the cringe)

i'll love to hear your opinions about it

Hey @lyramundana

Yeah, there is a difference once you really learn how to look for it.

Don't worry about not knowing, it is tricky to understand at first.

This is MY take so don't take it as gospel.

Possessiveness:

Is the feeling of ownership over someone and the feeling of being top priority.

'I should be the first person you talk too because no one can take care of you like how I can'.

Jealousy:

Is the fear of insecurity around being replaced by someone more superior to you.

'You can't talk to other people because you can't be happy with anyone but me'.

They're both toxic examples but you get it 🤷‍♀️

Possessive Vs Jealous:

Possessive:

Bang Chan

Lee Know

Changbin

Seungmin

Jealous:

Han

Felix

Hyunjin

Jeongin

So let's talk about Bang Chan and Hyunjin:

Yes, Bang Chan and Hyunjin are both possessive and jealous but on different ends of the spectrum.

Bang Chan is more possessive than jealous because his 'Alpha' energy means he genuinely believes a lot of the time that no one can look after you like he can.

There's clear evidence of this when Chan got really emotional in one of his ending-ments in SK where he said:

'You mean the world to me. I'm gonna protect each and everyone one of you, all the members staffs, fans, I'm going to protect you all. No one is going to touch them'

(The translation is rough but you get what I mean).

Now, let's be realistic here.

It is IMPOSSIBLE for Chan to protect every Stay because there's too many of us, he can't physically do it.

BUT!

That's not going to stop him from trying, so if he's like this with Stays...can you imagine what he'd be like with his partner?

And this just further reinforces my view on him having a caregiver complex.

Hyunjin is more the 'jealous' type because he's more concerned about being seen as inferior in your eyes rather than actually 'being' with you per-say.

It's like, he wants to be the best in your eyes but it doesn't matter whether he 'owns' you, he just wants to be seen as the top option.

This is seen in his song 'Ice Cream':

I delude myself into thinking that someone's who cold to everyone is only warm to me'.

He wants to feel special and prioritised and if he doesn't... jealousy ensues.

But I would say Jeongin is probably the most jealous member out of all of them.

Have you seen his reaction when ppl ask about his brother?

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Why do you reckon you want to be a hero so bad? You'll stand up for any cause be it the Palestinians refusing to move on or a frog you found out of water. You're not gonna change the world, you're insignificant and you will always be

I dunno why do I stand up for causes like this?

Could it be because my family originally comes from a part of the world that has its own parallels to Palestine?

Or is it just that I'm simply human and seeing other humans suffer on such a mass scale as the world's powers turn a blind eye, horrifies me.

Maybe it's both.

Maybe it's more.

I know that I can't change the world.

I am one person, one voice in a sea of millions.

But you're wrong when you say I'm insignificant.

Because I amplify the voices of others, I spread news and do my best to bring light and hope to these causes.

From those far my knowledgable, from those who have that reach and power.

And if I can spread that to one person, and they can pass that on or join in the boycotts or just inform them of something they didn't know about.

Than that's all that matters.

We live in a society that thrives on ignorance, on the prioritisation of comfort and imperialism which uphold white supremacists.

And lead to the suffering of others like the Palestinians, like the Sudanese, like the Congolese.

It's important to recognise that, to challenge it so we aren't complacent.

If I can do something, even if it doesn't have a big impact its better than nothing.

We might not be able to do much but we will know the truth that the world tries so desperately to hide from us.

Which stops us from falling for their lies.

It was said a man protested the Vietnam war by standing in solidarity outside the white house with a candle.

A journalist came up to him and said "Sir, do you really think you are going to change the policies of this country by standing out here alone every night with a candle?"

The man replied "I don't do this to change the country. I do this so the country won't change me."

It's people like you who make others sharing their voices feel insignificant.

If my voice didn't matter you wouldn't care to try to silence me.

If our voices didn't matter the world wouldn't be trying to censor and silence Pro Palestine content.

I'm no hero.

But you most certainly are a villian.

Free Palestine from the river to the sea.

Free Congo.

Free Sudan.

Free Tigray.

Free Haiti.

Free Hawaii.

That all indigenous folk have their land returned.

That all colonial colonies are made independent.

And free every person who has ever suffered from the lasting effects, both directly and indirectly from colonisation and imperialism.

I hope you all find peace during your lifetimes.

I stand with you, holding my candle.

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whore-for-chris-evans · 1 year

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Labyrinth

Summary: You're not his first choice. But you realise you can't be mad about it. You don't have the right.

Steve Rogers x gn! reader (not dating though, they're...they were best friends), post Civil War.

[Warnings: angst (sort of unrequited love?), attempt at fluff (?), Hurt and not so much comfort, Sam is a good friend though.]

A/N: no prizes for guessing the reason behind the title. Also this is Stucky if you want it to be. Otherwise it isn't.

"You don't think he cares about you or me?"

"I never said that, Sam. It's just that..." You took a deep breath, "if you and Bucky both ended up in two separate situations where you both needed him, who do you think he'd reach first?" You stared at him, waiting for his answer, nodding and looking away when he remained silent.

"Y/N..." He started.

"He cares about us Sam. He really does care a lot. It's in his nature to care about people, that's what makes him so amazing." You sighed, wishing you felt differently about this. "It's just that...no matter what happens, Bucky knows perfectly well that Steve will always reach him when he needs help. You and me, we're another story. He will come for us, but only if and when he can. Bucky has the assurance of 'always'. We don't. We know deep down that if Bucky is in trouble, Steve will go to him first, and us second. We have to keep a backup for ourselves. Bucky will never need a backup."

A sudden realisation dawned upon him, and Sam watched you intently. He knew what was going on in your mind.

"I'm not mad at him for that, and I'm not jealous of Bucky. I swear I'm not." You continued, wrapping your hands around the coffee mug and shuffling closer to your best friend. "Steve and Bucky...they've known each other all their lives, they have a bond that runs deeper than that of lifelong friends. They're two halves of the same soul at this point. So I get it, all of it. I truly do. I just..." You drew in a shaky breath. "There's nothing to do about it really. It's good to prioritise people, else you'd be all over the place. Honestly, it's heartwarming too, watching the two of them with each other. I've never seen Steve smile more than he does around Bucky. So...it's okay. I'm okay. Or I will be. Whatever. It's fine."

Sam pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, then in his usual deadpan fashion, he dropped the bombshell.

"You love him."

You snapped your head up. "What-"

"We all love him, deeply. But you're in love with him."

Uh-oh.

You turned your gaze away from him, clenching your teeth to avoid crumbling. You knew he was right, but for the life of you, you couldn't accept it out loud. It would only hurt so much more. Sam, however, found all the answers he needed in your silence.

"I know what you're gonna say - I'm selfish, I'm crazy, and I'm overreacting. I understand that." You look down at your lap.

"Is that really what you think I was gonna say?"

"It's true, regardless."

"You know everything you're feeling is valid, right? You're not a bad person because of this."

"Still wish I didn't feel all of it. Sucks to have a heart."

"You should tell him."

"I can't."

"Not about Bucky. About you. He deserves to know."

"I can't tell him that either. Don't get me started on that conversation, please. I've had it with myself way too many times. Look, we're ex-Avengers, currently on the run. We have plenty of stuff to worry about, so this will fade. It only hurts this much right now."

Steve swallowed, trying to ease the tightness in his chest as he silently stood behind you two, listening to you talk. It all made sense now - you suddenly being short with him, refusing to let him come with you as you left for Budapest earlier that month, the cold shoulder you had been giving him all the time recently. He understood it all too well now; you were hurt. And you thought he might leave you alone to get to Bucky first.

Were you right though?

Steve used to pride himself on being dependable and loyal, but for the first time ever, he realised, much to his shock, that he couldn't answer that question with absolute honesty without knowing the reply would break your heart even further.

Uh-oh.

He sniffled, then cursed himself for it, because now you two were both looking back at him, Sam's expression being one of mild surprise and shit, and yours being that of pure shock.

"How long have you been standing there?" You asked, sharply, your voice hoarse.

"I'll give you two some space." Sam slid out of the vicinity quickly, his place now occupied by Steve's six-foot, two-hundred-pound frame.

"Look I'm sorry-" you stuttered out.

"If it's for pushing me away, then yes, you owe me an apology. Because that hurt." He said, doing his best to keep his tone level and calm.

"That...yes, that, and also-"

"Otherwise there's nothing to apologise for." He shot down whatever you were going to reply with.

You sat in awkward silence for a minute before he spoke up again, "Is it true, what Sam said?"

"Sam said a lot of things, Rogers." You said flatly.

"Do you love me?" He asked quietly.

You debated with yourself over the best way to respond to this, then shrugged nonchalantly. "No more than everyone else does."

That's a lie, even I can tell, Steve thought.

He patted your knee, making you look up at him, then stared deeply into your eyes. "Come here," he said softly, opening his arms.

You looked up at him with narrowed eyes, before giving in and letting him pull you into himself.

And that's when the dam broke.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered and he shook his head.

"Don't be, please, sweetheart."

"It's true," you croaked out in response to his earlier question, as you cried into his shirt. He rubbed your back slowly, resting his chin on top of your head while holding back his own tears.

The words were on the tip of his tongue. he was so ready and willing to say it and yet...it felt shallow when he said them aloud in his head. He didn't think telling you he felt the same would mean much in this moment. So he kept quiet, choosing to simply hold you instead, doing his best to physically comfort you.

Because as much as he hated to admit it...you were unfortunately right. Bucky was his number one, and even though you were an extremely close second...that's just it - you were, after all, second.

And no confession from him would take that away.

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[I'm sorry too.

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