#someone teach me how to be a decent friend please

[solarwonux]

Business Proposal || knj (8/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst, fluff, flirting, semi-edited

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 7.0

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

A/n: I hope you enjoy, I will add all the extra links later. Please please please let me know your thoughts you have no idea how much it helps me. Enjoy!

Prev | next

m.list | series m.list | wattpad

10 years ago.

You have circled around Dionysus Lake at least three times, in a failed attempt to calm your nerves. In all honesty you aren’t sure why you’re so nervous, it was a simple tutoring session with your friend's brother. Yet, the hammering in your heart and the pressure around your neck was impossible to ignore.

You know this has nothing to do with you finding him attractive. You can find someone attractive but not be attracted to them. Hence Jungkook. You know it has nothing to do with the fact that his meeting place of choice was the one cafe that was slightly out of the budget you set aside for iced coffees on the weekday.

What you do know is that it has everything to do with the fact that this is something new. A little hiccup in your perfectly curated daily routine. From now on every Tuesday and Thursday you will be meeting up with Kim Namjoon at seven o’clock at Serendipity Cafe. Who by some miracle will hopefully have you understanding the PEMDAS rules that you’re hundred percent sure we’re taught wrong to you. No more will be your days in which you stay at HYBE U’s seven floor library, cranking down on research or polishing essays after math class. No more will be your days that you decide that maybe it was time for some me time, and enjoy a nice long relaxing bath with different bath salts, bath bombs, and candles in an attempt to relax your racing thoughts and aching muscles.

No, now you have to squeeze in a half an hour walk after your algebra class to give yourself a breather. So, you don’t have to face your friend's brother all frazzled and annoyed that you have successfully sat through a math class without understanding a thing. Really, your nerves are really due to the fact that you don’t want to seem incompetent; but is it your fault that you’ve had incompetent math teachers or lack of math teachers throughout your academic year? It’s not your fault they couldn’t explain complex terms in a simple form. Or that they took advantage of the system to get close to younger children. You were cheated out of a decent understanding of math because the academic system simply worked against you.

It’s a thought you have been turning over and over in your head since you woke up this morning. You’ve been trying out every other excuse in the book.

“I’m sorry they had us do flawed computer programs in middle school instead of actually teaching us something.”

“You see I couldn’t really do my math homework growing up because I had ballet class at four until eight.”

“I’m actually really smart I just don’t understand how the fuck I have to apply an exponent when there’s a parenthesis involved.”

All of these excuses were dumb. A mask for the actual truth. Math was uninteresting, impalpable. It stayed constant and lacked excitement because you couldn’t see the puzzles laid out before you. That, and sometimes you sneakily read a book in the back of the class or whispered about the next big boy band with your equally as boy crazed friends Shalimar and Ruth.

Still, after your third wrap around Dionysus lake, you’ve decided that if questioned you’d just come clean.

“I’m stupid and I absolutely have no idea why we have to have letters and numbers mingle with each other.”

Hopefully he'll appreciate your honesty and grow a soft spot for you. At least that’s what you hope for. And you keep hoping for as you steadily approach the large wooden doors of Serendipity. There’s still about ten minutes until seven, but you figured you’d get there a bit early to grab a good seat. One in a section that’s quiet but not too quiet because the last thing you want while you sip on your peppermint tea is to be consumed by your overwhelming thoughts while you wait for your tutor.

You approach the counter, gripping the leather strap of your purse, going over your order in case you stumble upon your words due to pressure.

“Welcome to Serendipity whe—oh hey you’re Kookie’s girl.” The man behind the counter says in awe. While you cringe at the fact that you’re being referred to as Jungkook’s girl. You remember the doe eyed man referring to the man now wearing a button down with what seems to be condoms printed all over it as Hobi. Though his nametag states that his name is Hoseok. You try not to dwell on it for too long because he’s looking at you curiously. Probably wondering why you haven’t greeted him back or placed your order.

You shake your head, circling your moon shaped bag back to the front of your body, attempting to hide your discomfort. “Oh, hi, um, Jungkook’s just a friend.” You swallow, while he smiles in acknowledgement.

“I see, things are complicated. I get that.” He brushes you off before turning to the iPad in front of him. Before you can counteract with a ‘no it’s actually very simple, we share classes and he’s unfortunately picked me to annoy.’ He speaks up and gets right to the point. “What can I get you cutie?” He finishes, looking at you through his bangs.

The heat in your body erupts. No guy has ever been this forward with you but you’re positive this is just part of his customer service training. If he ever had one. Either way he’s talking you up and making you feel seen, which you assume is a specialty of his and probably why the cafe is crowded with many young adults.

With a grin you say. “Just a hot mint chocolate latte.” You nod in assurance before opening up your purse and taking out your wallet. When you fish your card out and go to swipe it across the reader a hand stops you. Startled, you look up to find Hobi or Hoseok smiling wide at you.

“No need, it’s already paid for.” He takes his hand away and gives you a white buzzer instead.

You furrow your brows in confusion. How has your drink already been paid for when you’ve just entered? You aren’t complaining, you did just save some money, but that small amount of happiness doesn’t mean that you aren’t confused.

The cashier seems to read your confusion and he chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Namjoon paid for you earlier when he ordered his drink.”

“What?” You glance down at your phone to see the time. Did you get it wrong? The two of you agreed on seven, and you even confirmed it this morning through a quick text just to be sure. So, why does the analog clock on your phone read 6:55, and Namjoon has possibly already been waiting for you.

You curse under your breath and quickly put your wallet in your purse before turning around to look at the almost empty cafe. There’s only a couple of people occupying the circular tables. All of them fully immersed in their books or laptop screens. Namjoon is nowhere in sight. You look back at Hoseok—you’ve decided to refer to him as such since it’s what’s on his nametag—and he laughs at your confusion.

He lifts up a finger signaling up, “he’s on the second floor, got here about an hour ago.”

His statement doesn’t do anything but worsen the panic already coursing through your veins. Maybe you did misinterpret the time, still it wouldn’t make sense because wouldn’t he have texted you by now asking where you were?

“Um thank you…”

“Call me Hobi.” He waves a hand in front of your face. “Any friend or special friend of the boys gets the privilege to call me Hobi. Plus Hoseok—” He points to his nametag with a boney finger. “Sounds too serious.” He shrugs.

You nod your head. “Thank you Hobi.” You rush out the acknowledgement and turn around and speed walk to the industrial style spiral staircase.

It’s a dizzying journey up, but once you make it to the final step you spot the man that has your nerves at an all time high. He’s sitting in the far corner next to a floor to ceiling window. His back is hunched as he types away on his laptop. Today he’s ditched the beanie and you can see his dark brown hair. A few strands of his bangs sneak their way behind the thick rims of his black glasses. He’s wearing a simple gray long sleeve, with black sweatpants. He looks relaxed, the opposite of what you’re feeling because the thing you hate most in the world is keeping people waiting.

With quick steps you approach the table, halting when you get to the front of a chair. “I’m sorry, I thought we agreed on seven.” You rush out instead of a proper greeting. In a quick motion he lifts his head and takes off the earbuds inside his ears, and you feel like more of an idiot than before because of course he would be wearing noise canceling earbuds.

“Hey, you’re here. Did you order something? I told Hobi that I would just pay for what you wanted.” He grins and stands up, extending his hand for you in a handshake.

You put your hand in his and feel a shiver run down your spine when his cold one meets your clammy one. “Am I late?” You tilt your head to the side.

Namjoon shakes his head, and lets go of your hand before sitting down again. “No, you’re right on time. I just got here a bit early to get a head start on an essay due by the end of the week.” He reassures you, and finally you can let out the breath you had been holding in.

You feel calmer now. Relieved. You set down your stuff on an empty chair and take the seat directly in front of him. You place your white buzzer in front of you, tracing the circular ridges. Now, that you’re not in such a panicked state you can finally show your gratitude to his selfless actions. “Thank you for the drink, you didn’t have to pay for it.”

The busy man smiles and waves his hand in front of his face to brush you off. “It’s no big deal, Hobi gives me discounts anyway.”

“So, I’ve heard.” You whisper recalling the first night you met him a week ago. Since then, Jungkook snuck his brother’s phone number to you the next day at the library. He didn’t say anything, he just passed by you with a green drink from the only smoothie place on campus and a sticky note saying:

Text Namjoon, he’s forgetful. -JK

It took the whole day to muster up the courage but finally you sent a simple text regarding your name and the fact that his younger brother had been the one to sneak you his number. In case, he assumed you had gone through multiple deep dives on the internet to retrieve it. Thankfully, Namjoon didn’t question it and just replied with a simple greeting. Then the two of you got into a brief conversation that lasted about two days because you’re also forgetful and forgot to reply to his messages. Basically coordinating a plan further than the one you had discussed the first time you met.

It was strictly business. Yet, a part of you felt a little happy that you were meeting and talking to somebody new.

Just as you’re about to take out your small notebook and pen from your purse your buzzer comes to life, filling the spaces of silence in the air surrounding the two of you. Namjoon’s eyes tear away from his computer screen, and you’re about to stand up when he beats you to it. He quickly grabs a hold of the noisy device saying, “Don’t worry I got it,” and he disappears down the stairs.

You’re now sitting by yourself, wallowing in your over consuming thoughts. Most of them involve the story Jungkook told you about his very eventful weekend while the two of you were walking to your math lecture earlier today. Truly, it was so odd knowing that he had run into Taehyung at a club in the rich part of town. The two of them stayed together the entire night and even brought home two girls to Taehyung’s apartment. Thankfully, he didn’t share further than that, but he did share that he was in love. In which you rolled your eyes so hard it gave you vertigo.

In the few months that you have known the man. He has claimed that he has been in love with every single girl he’s slept with. Which surprisingly, given his flirty nature was not a lot. What was surprising to you was Taehyung being at the club. It’s not out of character for him, but Saturday nights were always spent at Jimin’s one bedroom apartment catching up on life, and binge watching One Piece. When his text message came through on Saturday evening saying that he wasn’t feeling very well and skipping out. You couldn’t help but feel a little sad because you hadn’t seen him in a while.

Taehyung was always out and about, chasing every new adventure he could grasp. He called it inspiration for his art, but you always knew there was another underlying reason. One he never cared to explain because in all honesty it only made sense to him. He was a tough book to get through. Sometimes it keeps you questioning why you even have a soft spot for it. Though, you suppose it is the backstory the two of you share. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit hurt knowing he had chosen to not ditch you but Jimin as well.

The night wasn’t a bust and you managed to finally make a significant breakthrough on the anime. Twenty episodes in one night was something that needed to be awarded. It did feel a bit awkward when it was just the two of you. It was as if there was an invisible ceiling slowly crushing you, because on Saturday for the first time ever the two of you found yourself stuck. Nothing to talk about. No updates on life, only the sound of the anime doing its best to fill the void of Taehyung not being there that the both of you unspokenly felt.

It made you question a lot of things. Like was it maybe time to finally part ways? A chilling thought that sent shivers down your spine and one you pushed so far into the back of your head. One you really don’t want to think about now, especially when you’re about to succumb yourself to a full extra hour of torture. Otherwise known as: College Algebra.

“Hobi says that if you take a picture of his latte art to tag him if you post it.” Namjoon voices, placing a small tray in front of your open notebook. A white mug with a beautiful Jack O'Lantern drawn in white foam decorates the top of your warm decaffeinated latte. It’s impressive, surely puts all those swans and hearts to shame.

“He’s a big fan of Halloween, and he always says that fall time means it's Halloween everyday.” Namjoon finishes with a chuckle, as he takes the seat in front of you again.

You laugh a little, fishing out your phone from the pocket of your jean jacket. “I can get behind that.” You say as you click on the camera app and snap a couple of pictures.

Unbeknownst to you, Namjoon is watching as you rearrange the contents on the table. To get the right aesthetic for your perfect picture. He can’t lie, it's a little endearing, seeing somebody so excited over latte art he has grown accustomed to seeing. It’s something he will definitely spill onto Hoseok before he leaves. His friend was crazy talented in many areas and he hates that instead of sharing all his passions out with the world. He’s stuck running Serendipity because his grandfather wanted the neighborhood's hub to stay in the Jung family. When he should be out in the world sharing his clothing designs with anyone who’s willing to listen.

Namjoon’s thoughts are interrupted by your extended hand, holding out your phone for him. “What’s his instagram?” You grin, and his eyes make their way to the small phone screen. A beautifully taken picture, showing off the spooky pumpkin with a caption reading,

Halloween should be all year round @--

Namjoon lets out an ‘ah’ before taking your phone and quickly typing out his friend's handle. He reads the caption again, double checking to see if he made any mistakes, Halloween should be all year round @uramyhope.

He nods in approval and hands you back your phone. Deep down he feels a surge of something foreign. He can’t necessarily put his finger on it but regarding Hoseok’s statement when he first met you last week, when he asked both his brother and him for your number. He feels a little strange, knowing that he’s basically given the two of you a way to start communicating outside of him and Jungkook. Knowing the aspiring designer, he won’t miss a beat, and that makes him feel a bit odd.

He shrugs it off though, pushes away the churning in his stomach, concluding that it was because he chose to consume caffeine so late in the evening. He looks back at his computer screen, while you type away on your phone. He continues to ignore it, saves the document on his computer two times before closing the lid. He pushes it aside, and clears his throat, catching your attention.

Quickly you lock your phone and stuff it into the pocket of your jacket. You look over at Namjoon, his hands clasped in front of him and a scowl prominent on his face. It resembled the same one he transformed into the first night you met him. When he coldly stated he was done with blind dating thanks to his mother and step brother. Though, this time it does feel less intense, probably due to the fact that he knows you’re just here to be his tutee and not his future wife.

Still, it lets you know that time was ticking and it was finally time to get down to business.

“How have you gone on this long without understanding the basic principles of algebra?”

Namjoon is serious. He means business and you’re about to pull out the hair from your scalp.

“Maybe because I never had a permanent math teacher, they’d all leave in the middle of the year.” You pout, crossing your arms in front of you and slumping down in your seat.

He lets out a sigh before sliding your notebook to his side of the table. The metal spiral scratching against the wooden surface, letting out an unpleasant noise making you cringe.

“That’s a good excuse.” He says, grabbing his red pen and making all sorts of marks along the paper. You don’t need to know what steps you got wrong while solving the math problem. You know exactly where you went wrong. It was the second you signed up for the class even if you didn’t have much of a choice.

You groan, throwing your head back. “It’s not an excuse. My eighth grade teacher left in the middle of the year because she got pregnant, my ninth grade teacher unfortunately was diagnosed with cancer. Then my tenth grade teacher was accused of being a pedophile so he was fired an—“

“Okay,” Namjoon cuts you off, setting down his pen on top of your notebook. “I understand, your school was just shitty at keeping teachers around.” He grins, placing the notebook in front of you again. “But did you ever do your math homework?” He tilts his head to the side in curiosity.

Unfortunately you’ve been caught. “No,” you whisper, dragging your fingernail down the spiral.

The sound he lets out tells you enough. He’s proven his point with the sarcastic hum that escapes his mouth. “In my defense I had dance practice everyday after school from two to four and the ballet from five to eight.” You add but it does little to prove your innocence. Instead, it makes you look guiltier or maybe not you but your parents because who would choose an extracurricular activity over academics. Especially when they knew their daughter was absolute shit at math. They did try though, but even the math tutor they hired back in high school could not get through to you.

“I see,” he puts a pensive hand on his chin leaning back. The look he gives you makes you feel small. You can’t tell if he’s judging your upbringing or the you now who can’t seem to understand the simple PEMDAS rules.

“Your problem isn’t even that bad. It’s easy to fix. You know what each operation does. You just get confused with the order along the way.” He leans forward, picking up the pen and pointing to the problem you just finished doing. “You know to do parenthesis first, but then you forget that parenthesis don’t really go away. That’s your first mistake.”

It’s like a lightbulb has suddenly flicked on inside your head as you watch him solve the problem while thoroughly explaining each step. Writing out every single step even if it was unnecessary, but it helps.

“So the answer should be seventeen and not twenty-two.” He finishes, and the puzzle slowly starts to connect itself before your eyes. The steps are laid out perfectly and neatly. The parenthesis stay until the equation is factored to the lowest it can go. And you’re about to jump across the table to give the man before you the biggest hug. He’s the only one who's been able to point out what you’ve done wrong your whole life and then explain it easily.

You lift your head up, wide eyed and say “oh, that makes sense.”

Namjoon laughs, almost as if he’s relieved but also disbelieved. You start to feel bad because for the past hour he’s been trying to explain to you the basic principles in every way possible. And it was only until he explained it to you in baby terms that you finally understood. You’re about to apologize, but instead you’re left stunned by his next words.

“I’m giving you homework for the next time we see each other on Thursday.” He hums, flipping to the next page. Your eye twitches a little at the thought of math homework. If you never did it while you were in school and getting graded for it, why would you do it now?

“Homework?”

He hums, and begins to write down a bunch of different math problems. He can sense that you’re about to fill him with different complaints, so he speaks up. “Do you want to pass math class?

“Yes, but do you really need to give me homework?”

“How many hours were you in dance class growing up?”

“I don’t remember like five hours, but what does that have to do with you giving me math homework.”

“What were you doing for five hours?” He lifts his head, handing you your notebook. You take it looking down at the ten perfectly curated algebra problems.

You want to throw up.

“Practicing.”

“Exactly, and how are you going to pass math?”

You huff, seeing exactly where his question was heading. Proving a point or whatever. Jungkook did mention his brother was a bit of a smart ass. Now you’re unfortunate enough to be at the receiving end.

With a grunt you close your notebook. “Fine, I'll do the homework.”

Namjoon smirks, tapping his ear, leaning in further into the table. “No, I want to hear you say it please.”

You stuff your small spiral notebook into your purse, snatching your special pink mechanical pencil from his side of the table. You spent too much money on it to let—your stupid math tutor who is now giving you homework to make you suffer—steal it.

“I need to practice math.” You mumble, zipping up your bag, and putting it over your shoulder.

Namjoon laughs, letting his red pen fall against the wooden table with a clank. You roll your eyes before standing up. At least your suffering was amusing to someone.

You cross your arms in front you waiting for his laughter to die down. When it does he looks at you, watery eyes from joy and you feel a slight tug in the inside of your chest. You push it to the side, convince yourself that it’s just the irritation bubbling up inside of you.

“Are you done?”

He nods, shuffles around the table to put his stuff away. “How are you getting home?” He questions, standing up and hoisting his vintage messenger bag over his shoulder.

You shrug, “the bus.” You state, pulling up your phone to check the bus schedule. If you can catch the next bus that comes in ten minutes then you’ll still be able to get home with a couple of seconds left of daylight.

“I’ll go with you then.” He states firmly, standing up abruptly and walking past you. It leaves you no room to argue against him.

You’re quickly starting to realize that once he says something firmly enough to be believed as the truth. There is absolutely no room left for a final say.

And they call you stubborn…as if.

The bus arrived a minute late. A minute that felt longer than what it should’ve felt. The two of you were the only ones standing side by side under the dim light of the bus stop.

It’s one thing to be in the same room as your tutor while the only thing the two of you talk about is math. It’s another thing to have him offer to walk you home. There’s no conversation. There’s no way to start a conversation. The only thing you really know about him is that he’s still studying, he is Jungkook’s step brother and he’s a philosophy major. The only philosophers you knew off were the ones from Ancient Greece. All the readings for your Introduction to Modern Rhetorics course that you were assigned to do were somewhere buried in the back of your mind.

You don’t want to start up a conversation in which you know you won’t be able to keep up. You remember very little about the readings and somehow the things you do remember blend into one another. So you can’t differentiate between what one philosopher said and what the other said.

Instead, Namjoon and you walk in silence. At a safe distance but close enough to still feel the presence of the other. Then you stand in the bus stop. Neither of you sit on the cold metal bench because it’s still not cold enough for them to turn on the bench warmers. And when you see that the bus is a minute late, you start to feel the slightly awkward air around the two of you get thicker.

You’re about to bite the bullet, take the embarrassing moment for some sort of small talk when the bright blue bus turns the corner. You watch it approach the stop fast. At least that’s what it feels like and soon enough the driver opens the double doors to welcome the two of you.

Surprisingly it’s not full. There are a few people occupying the seats, but there’s enough room to not feel like you’re being squished upon one another. Namjoon lets you enter first. Once you click your transit card against the reader you scan the rows for an empty seat. And of course, there’s two left in the far back. You walk to it quickly. Pass the exhausted bystanders and take the seat against the window.

After all, you will be here for the next twenty five minutes. Though, it’s not only occurred to you that you don’t know where Namjoon lives, until he takes up the seat next to yours. You want to ask if he’s going out of his way or if his place is along this route. But you don’t want to pry too much. You’ve only just met him officially. You also don’t know what you would do with yourself if it does turn out that his place is out of the way. Probably, apologize profusely for being such an inconvenience.

To save yourself from the discomfort you sights upon the buildings outside the window. Your daydreaming only lasts a few seconds when you feel a light tap against your shoulder. In a quick motion you turn your head to face the man sitting next to you. You tilt your head in question and he opens his mouth to speak.

“What’s the deal with you and Jungkook?”

The question feels like you’ve been hit by whiplash. It’s not the first time you get asked about it. Your longtime friend Jina has brought it up a few times, but you always reply with the same exact answer. “I guess we’re friends.” You shrug.

Namjoon hums in acknowledgment, nodding his head. He looks ahead for a few minutes before looking back at you. “Are you sure?”

Now, this question takes you aback. Nobody’s ever questioned your honesty. At least until now.

You quirk a brow and nod. “Yes, we share a few classes and sometimes we study together. But it always feels like I’m there to study and he’s just there to talk because he never shuts up.” You rant.

“Ah,” he chuckles, moving his head in confirmation. “That sounds like him, when he was younger he never talked, but then he turned fifteen got a little confident because he found out a few people found him cute and he just never stopped talking then.” Namjoon reveals, making you smile. “He also talks in his sleep.” He adds, smiling when he hears you let out a giggle.

Suddenly, it doesn’t feel as awkward as before. It feels a bit simpler. And you find yourself leaning into his aura a little more.

“I think he likes you though.” He adds, making your eyes grow wide in surprise. Maybe you’re dumb or you just don’t understand flirting thanks to the two very unserious relationships you had between the transition of high school and college. But from what you do know is that Jungkook holds no romantic feelings or a liking towards you. That’s something you’re very confident in.

“I don’t think so.” You scoff. “He would be stupid if he did.” You wave him off, and look out the window. You catch his reflection in the glass. He’s looking down at you, smiling in amusement. It somehow makes your cheeks get a bit hot and you divert your gaze down to the metal border of the window.

“He sat me down on our couch last night and laid down some ground rules.” He speaks up, looking ahead again. He lifts his hand and starts, “I’m not allowed to let you out of my sight, I have to be nice to you, and Hobi is not allowed under any circumstances get your number, which somehow I failed at doing.” He shrugs and counts with his fingers as if that proves his statement.

You stare at his hand before looking up at him again, you’re at a loss for words. Your thoughts are all jumbled up. Somehow you know tonight you won’t be able to sleep. You will now be questioning every single interaction you’ve had with Jungkook in the past few months.

Clearing your throat you say, “that doesn’t mean he like…has feelings for me.”

He lifts his hands up in defense. Your tone is harsh and he finds it amusing. He continues, “don’t shoot the messenger, I’m just relaying information on something I’ve observed.”

You finally turn to look at him. Your eyebrows are drawn together in a scowl. “No offense but your observation is stupid.” You cross your arms in a huff, pouting like a child. It makes Namjoon laugh loud enough to turn heads, causing you to look at him alarmed. It only makes him laugh harder and when you’re about to reprimand him, the automatic voice sounds in the speakers of the bus. It announces your stop and you scramble quickly to press the bright red button to stop the bus.

This shuts Namjoon up, he looks around, biting the inside of his cheek before nodding his head in confirmation. “This is your stop,” he voices just as the bus comes to a halt.

You nod, taking out your bus card from your purse and standing up. He copies your movements, makes his way to the card scanner and places his card against it. He doesn’t wait for you to exit he simply does and stands outside on the sidewalk, hands in his pocket. You scan your card and take the leap of faith from the bus stairs to the sidewalk. You land next to him, thanking your lucky stars for catching you and finally you voice out the question that’s been dying in the back of your throat.

“This is not your stop is it?”

“It’s not but, I promised Jungkook you would get home safely.” With that he turns on his heels and escapes the light of the stop, appearing again a few feet ahead underneath the street light. “Are you coming?”

“Do you do everything Jungkook says?” You grumble. The argument in which you state that you’re a big girl who is more than capable of walking home by herself escapes you. Only because when you’re finally standing in front of him. His head towering just a few inches above yours, it finally hits you. The jolt that springs in the pit of your stomach. The tug inside your heart that will have you up all night because it feels like a terrible case of heartburn. And the seed, his soft gaze plants inside of your mind.

It’s a mistake, a big one and you’re now regretting taking up Jungkook’s offer to have his brother tutor you. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen at all. The slow cascade down the wall you’ve built surrounding your emotions. You can feel it crumble already, ready to run down a dead end street, because that’s what it feels like. Whatever you’re feeling inside.

“I don’t.” The soft timbre of his voice brings out, you’re thankful it helps you find your way back down to the ground, but you’re not a fan of the way it paints goosebumps across your arms.

He continues, “I don’t want him to lecture me for not looking out after his friend.” He emphasizes the last part, combining it with a wink. You know what he is implying and you can’t help but feel a bit of the drink you had an hour ago threatening to make its way up your throat.

“You’re not going to give up are you?” You walk past him. It’s best to have him a few feet behind than right next to you. The space gives you time to regain yourself, yet it doesn’t last because in seconds he’s right next to you. His arm is so close. It almost brushes against yours. Thankfully it doesn’t but you can smell his cologne. It’s soft, and warm. Like fresh laundry on a sunday morning. It makes your insides burn and you know that from now on you will be looking for that scent everywhere so you can call it yours.

Namjoon shakes his head. “I’ve never seen him this protective over someone apart from his mom.” He whispers now, and the lower his voice gets the lower it sinks inside of you. “You must be special to him.” He concludes.

“I think I’m just the first girl who's never kissed his toes and finds him annoying.” You halt in front of a street light, and he stops with you. The little man signals red—do not go. You turn your head from side to side questioning your safety. If you run now, you will likely still be alive but most importantly away from the man next to you. Honestly, you’re a bit confused. When he was talking about algebra the only thing you could focus on was how to get from point a to point b while solving the problem.

Now that the moon is dim and the streets are emptying out. The only thing you can think about is how soft and ethereal he looks. Nothing like how when you first met him, but something straight out of a modernized fairy tale. It’s hitting you unexpectedly and you begin to wonder if it’s because your exhaustion is finally settling in, making you delusional.

“That could be true, but I think that you’re here to stay for a long time.” He chuckles. The little man switches to green and he takes the step.

“Why do you say that?” You walk fast to catch up to him. You realize that he is blindly following you and you to him. Sure, you’re almost home, but he’s leading the way as if he knows where he’s going. As if he’s done this before with you and has been doing this with you his entire life. It doesn’t do anything to calm your beating heart.

He stays quiet. He keeps on walking, stealing secret glances your way to see if he’s still at the same pace as you. It stays this way until you stop in front of a cute town house. The door is decorated with an autumn reef. The worlds ‘welcome fall,’ take up the entire circumference. There’s a red bell on the handle, to signal when someone is home since the doorbell has been broken ever since you could remember.

You’re home. But for some reason it had already felt like you were home.

“If it’s not Kook then it’s Hobi. Plus I need to make sure you pass math.” He voices.

You look at him, tilting your head in confusion. Until your mouth widens in a silent ‘oh’ recalling the question he had failed to answer a minute ago.

“I think your brain has been corrupted by reading into things while you do your research.”

He chuckles, “again don’t shoot the messenger, it’s not surprising though.” He shrugs, “My brother never shuts up about you, and Hobi hasn’t stopped asking for your contact information since you first walked into Serendipity a week ago.”

You roll your eyes, turning away from him and pressing your palm against the keypad of your house. It lights up, showing numbers and you quickly enter the code, wait for the little lock to signal it has been unlocked and you turn the knob.

Before you walk in you turn to face him again. “I won’t argue with you against the whole Hobi thing. But I know Jungkook doesn’t have feelings for me. If he did he wouldn’t tell me about all the dates he’s gone on and ask for advice whenever he has relationship or situationship problems. Plus he says he’s in love with someone he met this weekend.” You reason.

Namjoon takes his hands out of his pockets, raising his hands in defeat again. “Fine I’ll drop it, but I do think he finds you special. That’s all.” He states firmly and once again you’re reminded of that tone. He’s gotten the last word and you won’t bring up another one because if not then you’d be walking a tight circle around each other.

“Agree to disagree.” You smile, taking one step inside your house. “I’ll take your word for now. Thank you for walking me home. You didn’t have to even if Jungkook asked you to.”

He buries his hands into his pockets and grins. “I also wanted to.” He takes one step back. “Good night, I’ll see you on Thursday.” And with that he turns around, starts his way down the same path that led the two of you here.

Home.

You’re left astounded. In a rush to feel comfort once again, you hurry through the door, slamming it behind you, pressing your back against it. For a moment you’re scared your parents might find you in this state, wallowing in feelings you can’t begin to understand. Then you remember that they were at dinner with their friends, and you’re thankful that you still have some time to regain yourself.

Namjoon’s words cut deep. Not what he said about Jungkook. You know as well as you know your name that romantic feelings between the two of you are nonexistent. But you also know that he said he wanted to walk you home.

Chivalry might not be dead but the bar is low, because he wanted…he wanted…he wanted to wa—

Beep.

Your phone goes off signaling a message. With all the ditzyness a girl with a school girl crush can have. You fish out your phone with a haste, what if it’s him.

Though, that thought dies as quickly as it was conjured. It’s not him, but it’s a notification that in the same right births a little flame inside of you. Maybe not as bright as the one Namjoon left behind, but it has the potential to grow into something more.

uarmyhope wants to send you a message.

Your smile gets wide when you swipe across the notification. It opens up to your Instagram and it quickly directs you to your DMS.

You open it, and you feel a spark when you read the few choice words that were chosen. They’re simple but they’re enough. And they’re the start of a long night of getting to know someone else.

Your next latte is on me cutie.xx

#kdiarynet #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts fics #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts namjoon #bts #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #namjoon x reader #namjoon imagines #namjoon fic #namjoon fanfiction #namjoon fanfic #Namjoon angst #namjoon smut #namjoon bts #namjoon fluff

[kitybur]

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰? | 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩

⌦ in which sapnap asks dream about crushes, but instead gets an answer from you, the said crush.

— warnings: pronouns not mentioned, best friends to lovers, use of real name

| “how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” “well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to— why are you looking at me like that.” |

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

it was a casual afternoon. well, as casual as it could get since your best friend, dream, had face revealed. you were on a discord call with him, getting ready to stream in the next minutes. dream had been talking about how he felt with the word seeing him, and now nerve wracking it was.

“—and the filming process! oh my god! it’s so weird to be in front of the camera!” you laughed when he did — his laugh was very contagious. it was even more funny as he had his face cam on, you could see his head titling back as his mouth hung open slightly when a wheeze past his lips.

“dream! stop!” you choked out, hand almost slapping your desk in a fit of giggles. “how are you feeling now that you’re really out there?” you still kept the playful tone, but he knew there was some seriousness in it.

“i’m hoping to film irl content now, and hoping you could maybe fly out to film something.” he smirked at his camera. if you were a random person listening to this conversation, you would’ve thought he was hinting something suggestive.

“that would be amazing!” you smiled brightly. “when we’re you—”

“hey, clay?” you we’re cut off by a male voice. your other best friend (and potential crush), sapnap, had entered dream’s recording room with a small knock. his purple balenciaga hoodie hanging off him slightly and his black shorts holding his thighs.

dream turned around to face sapnap, not turning off his camera or muting his mic, figuring he was just going to ask what was for dinner. “what’s up?”

you stayed silent as you watched the two boys on your screen, chin rested on the palm of your hand. you watched sapnap remove his black cap, run his fingers through his hair, and put it back on.

he let out a sigh. “how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” dream’s eyes widened at the question. of course, he’s talked about love and crushes with some of his friends, but it wasn’t with sapnap. this was the first he’s heard sapnap talk to passionately about something involving love.

you let out a silent laugh at how clueless dream was. you cleared your throat. “well sapnap, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to—” your voice trailed off when you noticed sapnap’s eyes staring into yours and pink dusted on his cheeks like paint.

he held an adorable smile, that could almost turn into a smirk if he moved his lips a certain way.

“why are you looking at me like that?” dream had let out another wheeze, clenching his hand over his clothed heart. he wipes a tear that had escaped his eye.

“i think you guys have some things to talk about.” he turns to sapnap. “maybe y/n could teach you a thing or two about having a crush.”

“yeah, maybe.” while he was still slightly embarrassed, sapnap managed to send a decent wink to the camera. he smirked in victory as the tips of your ears became red.

“you know, clay. nick might learn better if it was in person. i think i’ll take your offer.”

—

“hi, chat! how are we today?” you adjust yourself on your spiny chair, eyes glancing over chat.

HI Y/N

how r u

ARE YOU BLUSHING???

THE Y/N BLUSHING!?

“chat! no! please—” you shoved for face in your hands, shaking your head. it only popped up when your donation sound effect ran through your headphones.

sapnap donated $4.20

see you soon, sweetheart :>

“oh sweet jesus.”

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

a/n: very ugly fic, but i haven’t posted in a month :(( part two?????

#mcyt imagine #dsmp #mcytumblr #sapnap x you #sapnap x y/n #sapnap imagine #sapnap x reader #dream team #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader

[duckymcdoorknob]

congrats on 1k!!! you deserve it for being such a cool writer!! :D i also really adore how you set up the event its so creative and cute ahsjhdd

id like to order a medium black coffee with light ice, sweet cream cold foam, and cream + sugar please! name for it will be Saiki, thanks in advance!! <33

Ummmm brb I’ll cry RQ 🥰

Thank you for the kind words 😭😭😭

I hope you enjoy this!!!!! I had a blast writing it, and I think it’s absolutely adorable. Here’s some soft Saiki for the soul-

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

If someone had told Kusuo that he would be spending part of winter break with his friends, in a cabin, hidden in the mountains, he would’ve laughed. Famously stoic Kusuo Saiki would have broke into laughter at the thought of being stuck with his dumbass friends(affectionate).

At this moment in time, he was not laughing.

The outside air was chilly, and the clock had just struck 3:30am. Kusuo was seated on the edge of the living room couch, calmly sipping a mug of tea, and observing the chaos unfolding in front of him.

Said chaos was Aren and Kaidou exasperatedly teaching Nendou and Toritsuka how to play poker. The two seemed to have the hang of it… until they didn’t.

“Nendoooooooou.” Kaido groaned through his hands, “This is not blackjack. You don’t say hit me.”

The pinkette exhaled fondly, resting his cheek on his closed fist. He was not inherently against playing a few rounds, but realistically, his powers would keep him from playing fairly, so he opted to watch the chaos unfold.

Saiki would be lying if he didn’t say he was enjoying himself. It was purely schadenfreude, but he did love watching Kaidou absolutely shit himself when Nendou would end up with round-winning hands.

The psychic boy was content with himself. He barely even noticed how late it had gotten until someone made him…

A sudden weight on the right side of the couch made him avert his gaze from the table. His eyes locked onto you. You were bundled up in your blanket, most definitely exhausted, and yet unable to sleep at the same time.

“You’re up late, can’t sleep?” Kusuo asked softly, tuning out the din from the card-players.

“Mmm.” You replied, blinking the drowsiness out of your eyes, “Why are you awake?”

Kusuo scoffed in amusement, and pointed to the table across the room.

“What are they-“ you cut yourself off with a forced yawn ripping from your throat, “what are they playing?”

“Poker.” The pinkette replied, “at least they’re trying to.”

The boy went on to explain to you how the four had been at this for quite some time. His words fell deafly upon your ears after a while. While you were glad that you were finally tired, you didn’t want to stop listening to Saiki tell you stories.

Thankfully, Kusuo’s powers let him know exactly what to expect in that moment. As he calmly recounted his tale, he carefully put his tea on the end table, and moved a pillow onto his lap.

Within a second, you nodded to convey that you were listening (you were not), and then your eyes fluttered closed while you fell forward, murmuring about how you were “going to lay down for a little bit”. With an effortless swoop of his arms, the pinkette caught your exhausted figure, carefully lowering your head onto the pillow.

His hands found refuge in your hair, fingers carding through it absentmindedly as he continued to speak. His words flowed like honey, and his tone was low and gentle.

“You wouldn’t believe how many times Nendou actually had a decent hand. Kaidou was losing his mind almost every roun-“

Eventually, he realized that he was talking to absolutely no one anymore, and that you had fallen asleep. He removed his hand from your head, opting to rest it on your side instead.

“I suppose it can’t be helped.” He murmured, removing his glasses and closing his eyes. Despite his resting state, he was still perfectly cognizant of his surroundings.

Kusuo was 100% aware of Nendou taking a photo of the two of you, along with with Aren berating him for it. But what he wasn’t expecting was for Toritsuka to settle onto the couch next to him, resting his head on Saiki’s shoulder, and for Kaidou to cover the three of you with a blanket.

Maybe his friends weren’t the worst people in the world.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

#Java jive #the disastrous life of saiki k #Saiki k #tdlosk #saiki k x reader #Saiki k imagines #kusuo saiki imagine #kusuo saiki x reader #Saiki #Saiki x reader #fluff #anime #anime x reader #anime imagines #saiki kusuo x reader #saiki kusuo #kusuo saiki

[thatoneguydownthestreet]

Yo! I really love your apocalypse yuu writings I keep coming back to see if it has updated.

I read the Lilia finds out part and when I read the "Epel gave Yuu an apple and he didn't know what it was" it got me thinking about it all night.

How would the first years react to Yuu not eating anything at all(probably other than bread) because he doesn't know what those foods are?

________________________________

FEM ALIGNED DNI

Yuus pronouns are he/him, although they're mentioned briefly

This is barely proofread so please excuse the grammar mistakes.

Featuring: Epel, Ace, Duece, Jack, and sebek (there is implied lilia at the very end but it is literally one sentence)

Warnings: Talks of starvation, Yuu's illness, and survivers guilt, so skip this if you're uncomfortable with any of that.

Also I know it's been over a month. I have no excuse. I just didn't feel like it. But I have been teaching myself how to draw so I can be a bigger simp to Jamil so that's fun ig.

________________________________

Damn bro, you really don't know shit huh?

Epel was excited, to say the least.

I mean, could you really blame him? It's not everyday that you get a big ol' crate full of the apples that you were raised with.

By all means, epel should've been long sick of eating apples. Having them almost everyday for majority of his life, dried and dehydrated in the winter, and fresh and juicy in the spring and summer.

But no, no epel felmeir loves those apples. Every single one he ate seemed to effortlessly send him back to the simpler times of his childhood. Where he would send hours upon hours avoiding his siblings and playing games with his cousins in the orchards and taking naps in the sun while he waited for his meemaws infamous apple pies to finish baking. And meemaw would almost always let him have the first slice! Of the ones she wasn't going to sell at least.

He really missed her...

He'd have to ask her to bake him another one this winter.

But just getting to read the letter she had wrote, along with his parents and one of the towns kids that always followed him around like a lost baby duck, put a smile on his face.

Yeah. He'd get to see them soon, and once he graduates, he can get them more money, and be strong enough to protect them if it ever came to that.

Unfortunately, as great as his parents apples were, they couldn't fight the natural forces of time.

Dear sevens- they'd sent him nearly three dozen apples! All high quality too... it shouldn't effect sales too much. The orchards were big, and his parents would rather give up that expensive family heir loom necklace that his mother always wore than start selling spoiled apples.

But still, epel couldn't possibly eat thirty-six apples before they all started to rot. Plus, he didn't know how long they took to ship to the isle of sages, so that cut the time frame even shorter.

.....Does Jack like apples?

Should he even be considering giving Jack an apple to begin with? Their relationship was pretty vague. We're they actually friends or just study buddies?

Study buddies can give eachother gifts too right? And plus, it's food, not a 24 carrot gold ring or something crazy like that.

It should be fine. Maybe he'll give one to ace too. They were friends. Surely.

.

.

.

Ace trappola would say he was a good friend. I mean, he wasn't the best by any means, but he was decent.

Yeah, he could be kind of a dick. But who isn't at this point, honestly, even deuce, even cater had their moments.

But he was still someone the people in his life could go to for things, usually physically, tangible this like food or an extra ball or something, but he wasn't completely useless when it came to emotions either.

You could come to him if something was bothering you. He probably won't help you actually fix it but he can at least make you laugh.

So why didn't you want to laugh?

You had taken your mask off a few weeks ago. And like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on him he realized it was the first time he ever saw you eat any food here at all.

Were you eating at all before then? What about water?

Thank the seven you were only here for around a week. But surely, you were dehydrated.

(You were definitely dehydrated. Deuce gave you a water bottle and you chugged it like it was your only chance at life. Which, to be fair, it probably was your only chance at life.)

Ace didn't know what your life was like before.

Ace didn't want to know either.

He didn't do well with heavy topics, always changing the subject when one came up unless he was personally involved in some way.

Other people life didn't concern him, and that was something he lived by.

...but still.

This was going a bit too far, don't you think?

Ace shot a look to deuce, clear concern instead of the regular teasing, which caught his roomates attention faster than he thought it would.

Ok. So deuce had noticed too.

Just goes to show how obvious it was that something is very wrong here.

Now, because ace had never asked, and he probably never will, he didn't know what your relationship with food was like before you came here. But. It couldn't have been this right?

A person couldn't only survive on some bread and room temperature water, right?

You sat across from him at your guy's unofficial table in the cafeteria, drinking the water at a moderate pace, as you didn't want to deal with another scolding from a certain housewarden, doing your best to keep a careful eye on grim as he went to go get his food from the lunch line.

And thank the seven for that, really. If grim turned back and saw that you weren't watching him for even a second, who knows that kind of ruckus would result?

But all that aside, you were still scarily underweight. Seriously perfect, how were you even alive?

Ace looked at deuce again. Deuce looked back.

He sighed.

Ace never, ever thought he would do something like this.

But for sevens sake, you were one of his best friends. And Ace will be damned if he just let you do this to yourself.

So with a deep breathe, he looked at you, and then turned back to what he was pretty sure was an ex-gang member, and nodded.

And for once, deuce understood.

They had to do something.

.

.

.

You reminded Deuce Spade of that stray cat that his mother would always feed when he was a child.

Underweight, scared, scarred, and confused.

Always having an air if caution and paranoia, ready to react, as if anything could just jump out and grab you at any time.

But you weren't a cat, were you?

No. You were a person. Someone his age, maybe younger, that had obviously seen horrors he couldn't even understand. Which just made this whole situation even sadder.

Because if you lived like this, then what the hell was stopping him? What about his mother? What was stopping her from having the same fate?

Duece ignored the memories of his mother giving him food and taking none for herself, saying she wasn't hungry.

But he couldn't quite ignore them, nor could he ignore the pit in his stomach whenever he looked at you.

...Listen perfect, he doesn't know what you went through to be like this, but he knows damn well this isn't normal.

It can't be normal. Hiding this much food underneath your floorboards couldn't ever be normal.

The two of you were just hanging out in your room in Ramshakle. Grim was in the lounge, he was sure, and you had stared off into space before asking the date.

When he told you, you had a look of slight panic as you ripped the rug off from its place on the floor, and started pulling apart the boards.

And what for?

The reveal of a large stash of food, mostly non-perishables, but a few snacks here and there too.

Snacks that were about to expire, apparently.

You turned to look back at him, a sheepish look on your face, and what looked like a bag if chips in your hand.

Deuce didn't know what face he was making.

He just knew it wasn't one he'd want you to see

.

.

.

If someone were to ask Jack howl if he was your friend. He wouldn't know to to say.

I mean yeah, you helped save his entire dorms ass way back when, yeah, you and him absolutely went throught it during azuls little "episode", and yeah, the two of you had plenty of mutual friends.

But we're the two of you friends?

Jack wasn't sure.

Because by all accounts, you should be.

It didn't change the fact that you weren't. Not really. Not by his definition and not by yours.

So what were you?

Well, you weren't friends. That was already established. And you were too close to be acquaintances (he didn't think acquaintance fell asleep on each other in the botanical gardens, only to wake up five minutes till curfew and just haul ass back to their respective dorms with smiles on their faces), so...what did that leave?

Well... I guess it left this.

"Eat it"

"....huh?"

Jack didn't know you that well. But that didn't mean he couldn't see..this happening. And it definitely didn't mean he didn't care.

So here he was. Holding a pastrami sandwich about an inch away from your face, silently begging you to just shut up and eat it.

Come on perfect, he bought this with his own money. Just humor him, please.

You eyed the sandwich like it was the most untrustworthy thing you'd ever seen. Jack's not going to lie, it kind of hurt.

But it wouldn't matter if you ate it, so he sucked it up.

...at least he would if you'd actually take the fucking sandwich.

Seriously, it was starting to tick him off.

Jack briefly considered just varying off and giving the sandwich to ruggie or something, or just eating it himself. He wasn't the biggest fan of pastrami but who knows, maybe the school made it better.

Honestly, he probably would have done just that if the image if you leaning against the wall looking ready to pass out from, what he knew, was malnutrition.

The event itself actually happened around two weeks ago, give or take. Jack thinks the only real reason he remembers it so well is because, well, it was the moment.

The defining moment, the moment where it just clicked that something was very wrong here.

He already knew that of course, I mean, look at you.

But as it turns out, watching someone actively starve to death in front of you will keep you up at night.

His mind turned to ruggie for a split second, before forcibly shoving that thought down where all the other thoughts he didn't want to think about were.

Like that time when he was a kid with a crush on Vil....yeah, Jack's happy he got o er that one to say the least. Nothing against Vil, he's a great friend and all (they were friends right?), but them in a relationship? Yeah. No. Not happening. No thankyou.

...yeah.

Jack mentally slapped hi.self and proceeded to shove his weird thoughts down yet again and refocus on getting his not-quite-friend to eat.

You were leaning back a lot farther than you were a second ago, if you did that anymore you'd probably just end up on the ground.

...jack sighed. This was going to take a while wasn't it?

By the end of the lunch period, you had come to a compromise, jack you slip the sandwich with you and take the other half for himself.

You ended up splitting your half with grim, who reluctantly took it. You had actually eaten yours too!...after you took the while thing apart and inspected and obsessed over it like how he'd seen Rook do to his housewardens that one time!

But still, it was something.

It was a start. And that's really all he could ask for at this point.

.

.

.

Sebek didn't notice anything about you at first. And he didn't particularly care much either. He was a guard for sevens sake! He had a deep responsibility!

He had a crown prince, that he oh so admired, to protect! Not to mention silver, who he had to wake up at every given turn, and not to mention Lilia, who had recently been going harder on their training sessions.

So to waste his time with a human? With a weak little human that didn't even come close to his current list if priorities?

That's time he simply did not have!

...So why was he here?

He was supposed to be looking for his charge. His charge, who always seemed to wind up around the old, abandoned Ramshakle building and just dissappear in the nick of time.

It had been happening more and more lately, especially since that new perfect moved in.

He would be lying if he said he cared too much about him. Again, he didn't have time to be curious about some strange human boy with some strange past.

But still, he couldn't quite contain the way he jumped back when he'd first seen them.

Whoever he was, he looked so...sick.

...he didn't have time for this.

Turning back on his heel, he refocused his mind on finding his lord again, and quickl- wait- silver. Oh great sevens. Silver wake up!

Ok. Sebek really didn't have time for this.

...and yet.

Here he was, standing next to you, arms out ready to catch you at a moments notice if you really were going to collapse like he thought you were.

He hadn't been this close to you before.

And now he could see that you weren't just sick.

Great seven, you looked like you were dying...

Sebek zigbolt had always known humans were weak, fragile creatures. Never able to even light a candle next to faeries. Never able to light a candle next to him, and certainly not his young master.

But this was just pushing it.

Sebek was stronger than his human counterparts. He would long outlive them. He thought of silver for the shortest second and then quickly pushed that thought to the side. This was not the time. Buteven with those facts, sebek still knew that humans weren't made of fine glass. Even if the people in his homeland liked to act like it, Sebek still knew that humanity wasn't completely hopeless.

One strong gust of wind wouldn't knock them over.

One missed meal wasn't enough to do detrimental damage to their health.

Pulling one all nighter would barely put a dent in their day to day lives, aside from the obvious fatigue and.

But with you?

With you? Alwats looking like you could kneel over and die then and there on the classroom floor?

...

Sebek want so sure anymore.

.

.

.

Epel had eaten more apples than any normal person should ever be able to eat.

Sevens help him, his stomach.

Despite the waves of pain that shit through him every now and then, epel wasn't mad.

Yeah, maybe eating a whole eight apples in the span of two hours wasn't his smartest idea, but the sweet nostalgia that seemed to wash over him and warm his very soul? Yeah no, it was worth it.

So no. Epel felmeir wasn't mad.

And laying in a bed that was much too soft for his taste, a direct contrast from the slightly itchy blankets and the hard mattresses back home, epel glance over to the almost empty crate of apples that were sitting just under his work desk.

...As much as Epel wanted to eat them, he wanted to do this even more.

Epel sat up, ignoring his stomach pain the best he could, and began a mental list of all the people he knew. And then a silent debate over who deserved his families apples in the first place.

Ok. First up Ace.

Epel would say they were friends. Not close friends by any means, but friends nonetheless.

Epel could give him one.

Next was Jack.

...In all honesty, epel didn't know. We're they friends, or just simply homework buddies that occasionally hung out?

...he could spare one for Jack, maybe they'd be friends then if they weren't already.

Duece.

Yes. Just- just yes. That day on the beach had changed their relationship forever. Duece was like a brother to him at this point.

He was goddamn getting an apple.

Epel chuckled a little at the realization that he was treating this like one of those elimination gameshows his meemaw liked.

Ok...he had two apples left after that.

Sebek wasn't really his friend was he? He certainly didn't make it seem like he was. If anything, Sebek was trying his damnedest to make them all belive the exact opposite, really.

....maybe he should just give the apple to Rook.

Or Vil.

Maybe.

Ok. He has one apple left.

The two of you weren't really friends. But you were friendly. If nothing else, you had been nothing but kind to him so far.

And plus, you looked uh. Half dead. To put it nicely.

And so, with a smile on his face, epel took out the crate of apples and began placing them on a bag that would make them easier to carry around tomorrow.

He couldn't wait.

.

.

.

It's funny how your whole life can change in a single moment, especially when you don't even know what that moment was.

Why were you here? Where is here anyway? Surely, magic didn't exist right?

The air wasn't always this clean right?

Water wasn't readily available at the turn of a handle right?

People didnt...people werent...weren't....

Heh. Heheha.

Why.

Why were you here?

Why were you here?

Why you and not one of the kids? What the hell have you ever done but use up medical supplies in a fruitless effort to keep you alive.

Why was this world so...pretty. happy. Clean.

Why this world and not your own? What had this world ever done to deserve this luxury of life.

...What had yours?

What had you?

Out of all the base commanders, the medics, the farmers, or children, or any of the other apprentice kids that you sometimes had to work with.

You were here. And they were still trapped inside of that hell.

...You didn't deserve this.

You died. You were on that beach and you died.

You woke up in a coffin, but something told you this wasn't the afterlife.

That something being the blood that you coughed up the other day.

It wasn't from internal bleeding, you k ew that much. Rather, it was from you coughing so hard that something in your throat had ripped.

It really didn't matter. You had spent nearly half an hour in a panic, choking and trying to unclog your airways, while grim and the ghosts you had come to somewhat love, stood behind you, offering what little comfort they could.

It wasn't the first time this happened after all.

You were still bedridden for a good two days after that. Thank God for the weekend.

Time passed in a blur while you were like that. It always did, mostly because you were asleep ninety percent of the time. The other twn being dedicated to medicine and a vain attempt to get food you knew you couldn't stomach to stay down.

So no. This wasn't the afterlife.

It was just a beautiful second chance that you didn't deserve.

It was so confusing.

And this was so confusing.

What..is this weird red thing being handed to you?

Epel looked at you with a hopeful expression on his face. It reminded you of the little girl you used to look after...

You take the..thing.

Glancing over to your right, you watch Ace take a large bite out of it with a smile on his face.

Ok. So not poisonous. Good to know.

You saw Duece do the same thing.

You felt Jack staring at you, but you didn't dare look at him.

#twisted wonderland #twst x male reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola #ace trapolla x reader #duece spade #Duece Spade x reader #epel felmier #epel x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek x reader #these are more platonic tbh #if that #apocalypse yuu #thank you for coming to my ted talk #twst x reader #this has been in my drafts so long that it might as well be a fossil

[forggywrites]

ATSV characters finding out you’re being harassed at school/work for being queer.

Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Miles Morales, and Hobie Brown. all x gn reader who is queer/LGBTQ+ in some way.

Got the idea of some of the boys comforting/defending you from assholes in your life. Reader is queer coded and the harassment is based off of that. So please read with caution and stop when you need.

CW: queerphobia, homophobia, harassment, cursing, slurs, violence,

———————

Miguel O’Hara

When he found out that people at your work were giving you shit for being queer, he was pissed.

It’s 2099 god damnit, how are people STILL homophobic.

“You should have told me, I can talk some sense into those assholes.”

Even if you said you could handle it he would not take it.

Goes to your workplace and lodges a complaint about the coworker(s).

If HR gives some bullshit about not being able to do anything, he tells them they fucked up big time.

Starts investigating every little thing about the company while helping you look for a new job, he’s taking the place down and you’re going somewhere better.

Man has power, so he gets a LOT of dirt on your harassers and the shitty management.

Once you get a new job all the info gets leaked to the press and their rightful legal organizations.

Company goes under not long after.

All because they refused to be decent human beings.

Also he takes you out for a tasty meal as celebration.

———————

Miles Morales

He’s super supportive of you, and he knows you can handle yourself.

But when he’s walking down the hall and hears someone call you a slur, that’s when he gets mad.

Tells the kid to fuck off and drags you to his dorm, not caring that you both have class.

When you ask Miles what’s up he give you a ‘seriously?’ look.

”Is that the first time that’s happened?”

When you tell him no he just about flips out.

”What do you mean ‘no’? Why is no one doing anything about it?”

You explain that the guy had been ‘punished’ multiple times but that only made him madder and so he kept doing it.

Miles starts fuming.

He starts to do research on the kid, and when he finds out that he likes Spider-man he knows exactly what to do.

He starts to make changes in his regular life and his Spider-man life.

Tells people to cut the bullshit at school and starts opely supporting the LGBTQ+ community as Spider-man.

Goes to pride events in his suit, makes posts on social media in support, and maybe even adds a small rainbow pin to his suit.

If the kid doesn't cut it out he'll teach them a lesson.

———————

Hobie Brown

He went into your workplace one day to visit you during your shift.

He heard your coworker make a homophobic remark.

Descrimination is a no no in his book (obviously)

When your shift is over he confronts the person and tells them to cut the shit.

If they somehow didn't find him intimidating enough he looks into their life a little.

Finds out their info and keeps an eye on them.

Does everything he can to absolutely ruin their life.

While Hobie isn’t against getting his hands dirty he also has friends who have way lower standards with causing pain.

Don’t question it if one day your coworker shows up with a black eye.

Or never shows up again.

He’ll take you out for a fun night and reminds you that you deserve love and being queer doesn’t change that.

#forggy #forggywrites #x reader #across the spider verse #hobart brown #hobie brown #spider punk #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miles x reader #miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #spiderman #across the spider verse fics #atsv headcanons

[viesghoststation]

Somebody is taking requests I see! (All of my favorite blogs have requests closed ) I'm in hard times, but enough of me I wanna request something obviously

Could I please have a S/O that has a personality like Elysia from Honkai Impact 3rd? If you don't know Elysia's personality very well I'm here to help!

Basic information about her: Elysia is an elegant, cheerful, and sweet lady who's described as someone who "enjoys everything". Also likes to interacting with people and is very good at it.

Sorry forgot the people with Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi and NAGITO + gundam tanaka if you could add him but I don't want to overwhelm you so take your time! :)

Take care and love yourself and love what you do bye bye~ 🦋 also eat a nice meal and drink water all the way! sorry if this to long

Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi, Nagito, and Gundham x Reader like Elysia.

Sorry this took for ever just haven't had any motivation to write but here you go. -mod shi

At first Fuyuhiko was standoff is when you met, him not being the most talkative but after getting to know each other he asks you out! and of course you say yes to this

of course Fuyuhiko shows you his gang and makes sure they all treat you with respect as they should the future wife of the future head of the Yakuza.

You and Peko get along amazingly.

After Peko decided you are not a threat and gets to know you she warms up and will tell you embarrassing things Fuyuhiko did, (but only when he's not around)

obviously your wedding was amazing and so wonderful

though you did have to be careful that no rival gangs attacked.

you two are so happy with each other, and you show Fuyuhiko so many other hobby that the two of you can do together.

At first Kazuichi was very nervous around you since your so outgoing but after time, you get him to open up

You help him get out of his shell

you also help him get over Sonia and he later realizes he has feeling for you!

of course he tries to make the most romantic date to ask you out, and it goes...

decently well

you two are dating now

you love listening to him talk about his mechanics and help him test stuff

he also loves listening to what you're interested in!

He super nervous when he asks you to marry him

You can kinda get the feeling for what's he's planning so you just try and encourage him and help him along.

of course when he does ask you say yes and both of you are happily wed.

Kazuichi and you are always so happy to be with each other.

Nagito tries to above you at first him knowing what he feels and not wanting you to get affected by his luck

you on the other hand want to help him he always seems so distant

so you keep trying to talk to him and eventually Nagito gives up and let's you in, you and him are friends

Then of course after hanging out he confesses his feeling for you

you of course say yes you love him

you always spend time with Nagito when he's in the hospital

Nagito does tell you he wants to marry you, but he doesn't want to burden you with all his problems

you of course tell him he's not a burden and you want to spend the rest of your life with him to!

so the two of you get married and it's such a happy event

Nagito loves trying new things with you, you always find ways to surprise him and it's so wonderful how you bring hope to him.

You and Gundham hit it off right when you meet he's so ready to share his love of animals

and you love showing him all that you love! he's always willing to listen to you!

He teaches you so many things about animals and how to take care of them and of course his dark arts

you also teach him lots of things about the stuff you love!

eventually Gundham asks you out! you tell him Yes! you'd love to be his girlfriend!

Gundham is very affectionate with you and you both love each other so much

you are the princess that will free him from his curse. And his Bride if you show wish and you do wish! you two love each other so much!

you always take care of each other no matter what<3

#gundham tanaka #gundham x reader #reader x gundham #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #fuyuhiko x reader #reader x fuyuhiko #kazuichi souda #kazuichi x reader #reader x kazuichi #nagito komaeda #nagito x reader #reader x nagito #reader x canon #s/o #x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa goodbye despair #🔪 mod shi #💌 request complete

[bethanywritesstuff]

JD X Reader Alphabet Headcanons

I’ve not written headcanons or fanfic for anything since 2021, so bare with me please! Let me know if there’s anything in specific relating to JD you want me to write 💕

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A- Affection (How affectionate are they?)

He’s pretty physically affectionate, not so much in the hug way, but more like wrapping his arm around you, his hand lingering at your waist, holding your hand etc.

B- Best Friend (How would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He never really had the chance toa best friend considering how much he moved around

Before he moved around a lot there was one kid on his little league baseball team he was friends with though, and they got slushies alot after practice

JD was torn when he heard that they were moving again, after he had settled into that life.

C- Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He 100% loves to cuddle you

Struggles with asking up front to cuddle, but will often snuggle up beside you, until you get the hint

Or he’ll just pull you in tight & just hold you until you practically melt in his arms

D- Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking & cleaning?)

One of JDs only wishes is to settle down, especially after how much he’s had to move around during his life

His cooking skills aren’t the greatest, but in his defense he had to teach himself how to cook from a young age

He’s picked up a few part time jobs here & there as a janitor, just to make some extra cash, so he’s pretty decent at it

E- Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I personally can’t see JD being the one breaking up, sorry

F- Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment?)

While i think JD would want to be committed, to someone, i also think he has a lot of lingering attachment issues, making for an interesting combination

G- Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically & emotionally)

He’s super sweet to you, but also sometimes feels like he has to emotionally manipulate you to make sure you don’t leave him

He wouldn’t ever do anything that he thinks would hurt you in the long run

He usually is pretty gentle to you, but sometimes he’ll be a little bit more forceful when needing to get a point across to you

H- Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

While he enjoys receiving hugs from you, he is rarely one to initiate a hug

When you are in a hug with him, you can smell a comforting & lingering smell of cigarettes that resides on his trenchcoat

I- I love you (How fast did they say the L word?)

It just slipped out of his mouth like 1 week into the relationship, and both of you guys were equally surprised by it

J- Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when jealous?)

He gets pretty easily jealous, but he trusts you

If you talk to another guy for more than a minute at a time, he starts getting a bit anxious

He might come over and subtly wrap his arm around you just to show that you’re his

K- Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

When he kisses you on the lips, he won’t ever go for a small peck, he’ll always go for deeper kisses

He likes to kiss you on the forehead, or on the top of you head… sometimes the collarbone if he’s feeling cheeky

While he usually doesn’t have the nerve to kiss you on the neck/collarbone area unless you two are getting intimate, he loves it when you kiss him there

L- Little ones (How are they around children?)

Not great

He’s comfortable being around kids, but he’s not the greatest influence around them

He’ll talk to a kid pretty similar as to how he would talk to anybody else his age

M- Mornings (How are mornings spent around them?)

He’s the type of guy to throw his alarm on the ground after it goes off (which is kind of scary at first)

Once he’s awake, he’s kind of ditzy/drowsy for the first 30 minutes… as in he won’t remember anything that happens for the first hour of him being awake, which makes him pretty fun to mess with

He puts like 20 of those gas station creamers in his coffee

And he keeps an absurd amount of those small coffee creamer wrappers around his room

N- Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Will sometimes go out onto the roof and smoke a cigarette with you as you two watch the sun go down

He’s a bit more hormonal at night, but that’s a story for another time

O- Open (When would they start revealing things about themself? Do they say everything all at once, or do they wait a while to reveal things slowly)

While he wouldn’t necessarily hide anything from you, he wouldn’t be advertising anything either

Like, he would tell you anything if you asked him, but he wouldn’t volunteer up super deep details about himself unless it was relevant in some way, or if you had asked

P- Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Pretty easily

Sometimes he loses his calm & will raise his voice at you if you two don’t see eye to eye about something

He usually feels pretty bad afterwards though

Q- Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything

I mean, you’re the first person to really show him affection ever since his mom blew up, how could he not remember a lot of things about you?

You really fascinate him, and he loves to think about the inner workings of your brain

R- Remember (What is their favorite memory of your relationship?)

The time the 2 of you went to the lake during school hours & ditched the day to just hangout with each other

And kissed each other at the bottom of the lake

S- Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is very protective of you

He would do quite literally anything to ensure your safety

He feels safest when you hold him close, and he can rest his head in your chest/arms

T- Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He wouldn’t do anything too flashy for a date/gifts, but he would do stuff with meaning, like something that held emotional value to you

He doesn’t try too hard at everyday tasks, but he won’t half ass anything either

He’s a straight A student

U- Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Spitting on the ground

He knows it grosses you out, and he tries to stop doing it, but it’s just something he can’t stop doing no matter how hard he tries

V- Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not super concerned, but is insecure every once in a while

Looks aren’t something he’s too worried about in general

W- Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

100%

After you two started hanging out, he felt like you filled something within him that was empty

X- XTRA (A random headcanon for him)

He has a mixtape of songs from his mom that he listens to almost every day

He journals & doodles a lot

He was the quiet kid in 4th grade that everybody had somewhat idolized (he was being idolized because he could make those little fold up origami fortune tellers)

Y- Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, overall or in a partner)

People who cheat in relationships

People who get plastic surgery

Self absorbed people

People who only care about their looks

Z- Zzz (What are some sleeping habits of theirs?)

Sleeps in the fetal position, cuddling a pillow

Sleeps in Boxers & a white tank top

Can’t sleep unless his room is freezing cold

Sleeps without socks on

#heathers #jason dean #heathers headcanons #jd heathers #jd x reader

[theresawritesstuff]

grabbing hold of your lover's collar, begging them to kiss you

(Mild season 5 spoilers/ fix it fic.)

Midge skittered her way down to the studio floor, looking desperately around for the guys from the writer's room.

She'd been dodging Gordon's flirtatious office banter for weeks now, and doing a pretty good job of it, her main strategy being using her other coworkers as a buffer. There was only so much he could say in front of a room full of other people, even if he was their boss.

But her buffer had unwittingly abandoned her and now she felt exposed.

And then she saw their last minute guest just in from California.

"Lenny!" she called out, rushing over to him, her heart racing.

He looked up, a strange mix of emotions in his eyes she couldn't quite read in the dim backstage light. 

All she could think was how good it was to see him, even after the way they'd left things. 

That he looked like California had been treating him well. 

That he was still as handsome as ever. 

That she'd missed him.

And that he somehow, even now that he lived all the way across the country, was still there for her exactly when she needed him most.

And it was then that she knew how to get Gordon to stop pursuing her.

She just hoped he'd go for it.

"Midge? What are you doing here?" Lenny wondered as she dashed her way towards him as quickly as her heels would allow.

"Got a job. Been working here and some around town. Doing a whole lotta working, basically," she explained, a bit breathless.

"You're working here?" he reiterated.

She nodded, glancing over her shoulder towards the stairs. "Yes and I'll tell you about it later but I need you to do me a favor right now."

His brow furrowed. "What's the favor?"

"I need you to kiss me."

Lenny blinked in surprise, not quite sure he heard her correctly. "Kiss you? Here?"

"Yes. Right now," she insisted, feeling a little frantic.

He exhaled, looking down for a moment. "Midge, I don't know what that night meant to you but–"

"Lenny, please," she begged, gripping his collar as steps began to descend behind them. "Kiss me."

Any argument from him fell away at the desperation in her voice. In an instant his hands were cradling her jaw fervently upwards as he bent to meet her lips in a searing embrace, pulling her in tighter to himself than any would deem decent for a dimly lit club let alone a fully packed television studio that cut her paychecks.

God help her, it felt like coming home.

She felt her grasp drift from his collar to the back of his neck, letting the feeling of him flood her senses as everything around them melted into blue.

Behind them she vaguely registered someone clearing their throat. "Evening."

They parted reluctantly at their host's interruption, Lenny searching her eyes before turning to acknowledge Gordon.

"I see you've met tonight's guest," Gordon quipped awkwardly.

"Midge is–," Lenny began in vague explanation.

"An old friend from Hebrew School," Midge finished, lacing her hand with his, keeping him close.

"Hebrew school, huh? Where do I sign up?" Gordon chuckled.

"Oh my son's just starting. They're looking for a power forward for their basketball team. You'd be a shoo-in," she joked, brushing the clumsy attempt off and turning to Lenny. "Hey did you know Mrs. Friedman is still teaching?"

"Friedman's still there? Jesus," Lenny exhaled in mock surprise, keeping the bit going.

"I think she taught him too," she bantered.

The audience applauded as the band began to play.

Gordon shook his head with a rueful smile. "That's my cue. See you out there in a few, Lenny. You, uh, might want to blot first."

He indicated the corner of his mouth, tipping the comedian off to the telltale lipstick smudged on his face.

When they were relatively alone again, Lenny turned his attention back on her.

"Let me guess. New boss has been trying to make a pass at you."

Midge smiled sheepishly, looking at her shoes. "Figured he'd take the rejection better if he saw there was someone else in the picture."

"Glad to be of service," he replied, pulling his hand away to absently fix his tie.

He was getting that all alone look in his eye and it just about broke her.

"How long are you in town?" she asked, a thread of hope in her voice.

"Just the weekend."

She nodded. She hadn't really expected anything longer. Not with the lease and his daughter back on the west coast.

"Buy you a drink after the show?" she ventured. "We could, I dunno, talk about the weather or our kids or who's got gout. And maybe I could get your number…"

He arched a brow in question. "You said–'

"I know what I said," she cut in, not needing him to repeat it. "It was dumb. My toes were still defrosting."

He nodded. "About that night…"

"You were right."

"I was a little harsh," he admitted gently.

"And I deserved every word," she insisted. "I'm so sorry Lenny. That was supposed to be your big night. We were–"

"I know," he whispered.

He rubbed the back of his neck, adding, "I sent Jo-jo back for you that night at Carnegie, after I had a moment to cool off a little but you were already gone."

"It's okay," she murmured. "It turned out to only be a mild case of frost crotch. Lost my hat though."

She really had no one else to blame for that night but herself.

He shook his head, not quite accepting the answer. "I would have worked something out. Set you up with the hotel for the night. I should have called. I almost did call. Quite a few times but–

A halfhearted smile pulled at her lips. "I probably wouldn't have taken it then anyway. I'm kind of stubborn. Trying to be a little less self sabotaging now."

He considered her, his eyes soft with that same knowing look of adoration she always seemed to find there.

"Drinks later?"

"My treat." She nodded.

The stage manager walked passed, drawing them back to their surroundings. "Stand by Mr Bruce."

Midge inhaled, setting her shoulders.

"Okay let me look at you," she insisted.

He smirked, turning slowly to let her inspect him. 

"Suit is good. Tie looks good. Hair's good…"

She stood on her tiptoes, placing a slow, tender kiss to his lips.

"Which coworker was that one for?" he asked.

"That one was for me…" she admitted. "Are we good?"

He smiled, tucking a loose strand of her hair into place.

"We are now."

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… Lenny Bruce!"

#Midgelenny #midge x lenny #tmmm fanfic #prompt fill #Gordon takes the hint

[yxstxrdrxxm]

SYNOPSIS: They lost you years ago in Border Springs, but now, they have their second chance to get you back to them.

TW/S: Yandere behavior, major character death/s, delusional thinking/mindset, non-canon to original Coviello, train conductor! Coviello is insane here actually, gore, forced cannibalism of certain parts, drugs (heavily implied to be used), Sweet Dreams AU (plot is basically nonexistent because I thought of writing this as an imagines... At 1 AM lol. God help me), unreliable narrator (that's me)

NOTE: Please keep in mind that Coviello is not my oc, but my good friend, Mei (@zhongrin/@meimeimeirin)! I teased to her and a few others about this so I hope this is enough lol.

████████ didn't understood the concept of love.

Ever since they were a kid, they have never grasped the matter of love. They've red books about it, and even asked others their own views on the matter, but nothing stuck.

████████ didn't understand why... And it frustrated them.

Just what was it that made them lost? What is it about love that made people so pathetic over it?

Despite their grievances, things did change when they encountered you. Little 9 year old ████████, frustrated by the events that made them struggle to grasp emotions, had met someone that evoked and expressed them so seamlessly.

Their blue eyes caught sight of you.

You were a bit younger than them— maybe 2 years younger?— but ████████ couldn't help to think on approaching you first. You were folding a few papers while sitting under the shade, and they couldn't help but be curious.

"... Hey."

Your head moved over to look at them.

They look... A little dirty. But they're happy.

Why is that?

"Hm? What is it?"

...

"What are you doing?" ████████ couldn't help but ask, their eyes fixated on you folding the paper a few times.

They tilted their head when you laughed at their question, this time grabbing their sleeve to pull them down to sit beside you.

"I'm folding a paper crane! Mama taught me how!"

...

████████'s eyes softened. Your speech needed a bit of work, but they can let it slide. Not everyone can learn how to speak, let alone make cranes.

"Do you want me to teach you?"

"Huh?

It was their turn to be caught by surprise, just like how ████████ did to you.

"To make paper cranes, duh!" you said, giggling. "Do you wanna learn how?"

... It's not worth it.

".. alright. I guess that's fine."

There were certain days that Coviello cherished.

Despite having such a rough life, the conductor can still remember the sweet memories they had. That was the first time they remembered meeting you— the one that opened their stubborn mind to the world.

They couldn't help but wonder... Was it because they're drawn to you? Like a moth to a flame?

Or was it because, at the time, you were lonely?

Like me?

...

Tsk. They wouldn't be.

Still, Coviello reached over to brush at the worn paper, the crane still standing tall. They could even see the pencil written on it's wings. It was your chicken handwriting— they knew that well, since they've seen it so often when you were both kids— but it made them feel nostalgic.

Despite the words being smudged and faded, their eyes can still make out what was written from the dirtied, yellow paper:

[ H█p██ ██r██day ████████! — January 22, 20XX ]

The name of the recipient was smudged, but it was fine. They did the best they could to preserve it, but sometimes, there may be things that is inevitable.

And one such thing is how they were separated, torn from the one they cherished as their friend.

Recalling how it went, Coviello scoffed. They hated remembering it, for it felt like they didn't knew the truth behind the incident. So what if they hurt you? They reasoned that it was an accident— a fluke!

You even reasoned with them, so how—

The train's whistle cut off their thoughts.

Ah. We reached our stop.

Putting on their hat and uniform, they adjusted the vest and gloves, just so they'd look... Decent. Even if that won't change, they felt as though they needed to do it out of habit.

It's the only 'normal' they had.

"Ah, excuse me."

Coviello's eyes shifted when they noticed you dozing off. Although they were shocked to see you at first, they were pleased. Finally, you were here on the train, leaving Midport, too.

Although, you were tired... How strange. That's not good, mused the conductor.

"You seem tired," Coviello commented, putting on their familiar smile as they pulled out their pen and notepad. "Do you want me to get you anything?"

They watched you eye them carefully, seeing the cogs in your brain work as it tries to think if they were familiar to your memories before.

...

Alas, they could tell that you gave up on it, considering you gave them a sorry excuse of a smile and nodded.

"I'd like a cup of coffee, please," you told them, making them write down what you requested.

"Alright—"

"Huh? Is the conductor takin' drinks now?" hollered one voice. A man, Coviello presumed.

"Heyyy conductor! Can we get free drinks, too?"

Coviello's smile twitched for a second, but they turned to the man— ah, of course. They should've known that it would be a tourist... And a couple.

Hmph. They're married, judging by those rings.

"Of course. What would you like?" they asked, remaining that professional smile amidst the icy tone and stare.

Unperturbed by their subtle shift of attitude, the man laughed, amused at the thought. He turned to his newly married wife, a grin on his face.

"What do you want, babe?"

"Oh, I just want a sweet drink with lots of love, hehe!"

"Aww, you always say that. You're so cute, darling!"

"Noooo, you're cuter than me!"

...

Disgusting.

Coviello had tuned out of most of their... 'conversation', only nodding and taking notes when its necessary. They've dealt with annoyances like them in the past, but it was never to this degree.

Still, they wished it'd be done now. They have your drink to brew.

One that they would take their sweet time with, of course.

They knew that, morally speaking, they were in the wrong to have messed with your head like that. But what were they supposed to do?

The train conductor was a simple person. They only wanted one thing that'd make them happy, and they weren't one to ask for anything else. Hell, they never asked for anything to change— so as long they'd get to have it, of course.

They wanted their friend.

... Or, rather, the one who opened their eyes to the world.

Their friend had been the one that stuck by them, but even they couldn't help and think that they were too good for everyone else. Maybe even for them, too.

The irony of wanting something... And also pushing it away out of spite.

Such is the fault of humanity.

Though, during both of your separation, you've grown stronger. Wiser, even. You were naive back when they were your only friend as a child, but now in the train, you were cautious.

Coviello didn't knew if that is something they should praise you for, or to loathe, considering how difficult it has been just to get you to settle in place. Alas, they have to digress.

Walking past the empty halls of the train, they couldn't help but spare a glance to the windows. They were still the same as they saw it, but if one looked closely, they'd see some odd patches on the window panes and fabric, like it wasn't cleaned and got stuck.

They knew what that was.

Whoever can see it would understand that very well.

"... Hm? What's wrong?"

Coviello crouched down in front of the married woman, their eyes remaining dead as they were as they watched her quiver and shake. Gasping, they pushed themselves away from the conductor, the sight of the cup scaring them.

"Didn't you say you wanted a drink that is filled with love?"

Snatching the cup, they grabbed her chin and firmly kept it in place, stained gloves gripping on her head to turn her as they raised it.

Oh, they knew what they made. The contents inside it can scare someone, but not them.

"Drink it," they ordered, placing the thumb of their hand to part her lips. Placing the rim of the cup in her mouth, they could hear her choke out sobs.

"Drink it. You asked for it, didn't you?"

She couldn't shake her head when she could feel the crimson liquid stain her mouth, some spilling out at the sides and below, letting it stain her attire. It was even worse when Coviello tilted it higher, letting the eye slip in her mouth.

How unhygienic, mused Coviello. But that's alright.

They're quite used to cleaning things up themselves.

Shoving every last drop of the unholiest drinks known to man, they could hear the soft shuffling from outside. Pausing, they lowered the cup, their eyes darting from the doorway.

It was left ajar.

Coviello knew what that meant.

If there is something they're quite proud of, it'd be that they can always find you.

Wherever you are, whatever place you ended up in, Coviello always knows where to look first. In fact, it had been something they held their pride on, in a sick and twisted way.

It simply shows that even if you were separated from them, you'll always find yourself back in their arms, one way or another.

Still... Coviello couldn't deny that your escape was futile. It had been fueled by survival instincts, and they remembered just how fearful you got when they caught you.

They may enjoy your company, but they don't enjoy being abandoned without an explanation.

Stepping to the second cart, they checked one of the rooms inside to see if you were there. Their lips seem to stretch to a smile upon seeing that yes, you were.

Maybe they were harsh to have your legs be bound like a mermaid's tail, or to have you consume such a lethal drink from misbehaving the last time. Though, they ignored that now.

To them, they got what they wanted.

It's such a shame that no one will find out where they went, though. Especially to the ones who had received the kiss of death.

@.throw-letter-away | do not republish or repost my works anywhere | 2023

#💌 ;; message delivery #💌 ;; from: coviello #💌 ;; post: ocs #💌 ;; to: gen. neutral reader #yandere x you #yandere drabble #yandere writing #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere text

[creative-heart]

"Too sweet to resist"| Simón Hempe

Lucia's notes: Ok, so I may have listened to Too Sweet by Hozier and got the image of Simón in my head, so this little piece came about,loosely based on that song, I recommend listening to it while reading. I really hope you lovelies enjoy it. Also, if smut isn't your alley, please just scroll on through. Especially thinking of you @castawaycherry 🤭

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI: If you do not want to read the smut part, please stop reading at the second cut.

Summary: When Reader asks her friend Simón for some help on learning to be more flirtatious and getting laid, they never imagine the turn this tutoring will take.

Warning: Heavy smut, making out, oral (fem! receiving), p*netration, somewhat of a praise kink?, slight age difference (entirely appropriate and legal). Please do let me know if I missed any.

Word Count: 2.5 k

Simón is the epitome of a rebel bad boy, known for his nocturnal escapades and daredevil attitude. Living his life under the cover of darkness going from one bar to the next, always seen out on the town with some hot chick on his arm; so when his long time neighbor and friend Y/N looks up at him on a lazy Sunday with those big blue eyes of hers, laying down on his couch, her head on his knees and says “Could you please teach me how to be flirtatious? I’m tired of being a virgin, I wanna get laid” he all but chokes on his own spit. Thing is, Y/N is the complete opposite to Simón, she’s always been the quintessential goody two shoes, never so much as looking away from the right path, she exudes innocence and virtue. The curly haired guy looks down at her, eyes wide still trying to asses if she had really said what he thought she had said “Come on….” she whines “will you teach me or not? I think 21 is a good time to finally get some action” the redhead huffs.

Simón just keeps staring at her “Are you for real?” he chuckles “I mean, I know you’re a bit of a prude, but you’re not too hard on the eyes, I’m sure you’ve at least kissed someone by now sugar”. Y/N rolls her eyes at the comment getting up grabbing her things to head to the door.

“Could you at least not make fun of me?” he hurries after his friend and smiles holding her by her arm.

“Okay okay, sorry, I’ll help you, but I have a few ground rules, whatever I say goes, from clothes, to actions, and you need to get an open mind okay babe? We’re gonna cover our basis, verbal, non verbal flirting, kissing, and I’m gonna teach you a thing or two about sex, you gotta be prepared, cause after getting you all Hemped up, you’re gonna be turning heads right an left. Most importantly, there’s no falling in love here okay, all this is educational, we clear baby?” he says, the tone of his voice getting lower as he brushes a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear, the younger girl nods looking up at him the blush taking over her cheeks as she clears her throat looking away, his gaze way too intense. Simón holds her chin with one hand making her look back at him “No, lesson number one, never look down, confidence is sexy, whenever you talk to a guy, you need to look confident, like you rule the place” Y/N nods softly looking at him. “Okay, let’s go shopping, these clothes look like you’re a 9 year old who just took her first communion.” Simón walks out after her going to the mall to get her some new clothes.

~~~~~

After a couple hours of shopping for a whole new wardrobe for Y/N, they have decided to go out that night for lesson number two, and so they’ve hit the last store to get her something decent to wear for the outing. Simón sits down at one of the couches outside the dressing room area waiting for his friend to come out and show him some options, if he’s honest, he’s been having quite a good time with this so far, but when the petite redhead comes out of that dressing room wearing the little all black ensemble consisting of a tight, mini skirt, a turtleneck crop top, black tights, ankle height boots and the little black leather jacket, he’s taken aback- well shit, since when has Y/N had so many juicy curves and why haven’t I seen them before- he says to himself as he eyes the younger one up and down taking in the image in front of him. “Well? what do you think?” Y/N says twirling around, little handbag in hand. “Ye-Yeah, I think that’ll do it” Simón clears his throat before geting up, with a small nod Y/N gets back in the cubicule to get changed back.- Just teach her how to get laid Hempe, she might be hot, but you’re not what she deserves- the green eyed guy keeps repeating to himself.

That night, right before they get to the bar, Simón has briefed Y/N on the flirting basics, little looks, how to play with her hair, what to say, what not to say, the base of what gets a man, what gets him attracted to a woman. They walk in and much to Simón’s pride and frustration, Y/N gets quite a few looks her way while they walk to the bar to get some drinks. As the night carries on, the older guy finds himself one of the ladies he’s used to and gets to dancing, all the while keeping an eye on his friend, who clearly doesn’t need much help getting some male attention, how could she in that outfit that showed all her curves just so perfectly, her legs on display. He’s equally proud and…jealous? is this jealousy he’s feeling when he sees Y/N in a corner making out quite heavily with some random guy.

“Hey, everything okay?” He looks back at whats-her-name nodding absentmindedly humming in affirmation, “You seem way too distracted handsome” she says in a stupid little voice stroking his chest.

“Yeah… sorry, I need to go” he states hurriedly, making his way to his friend and clearing his throat “Y/N/N? we need to go”; he makes sure to use her  nickname as to assert some kind of dominance over the random guy who was groping his friend shamelessly. Y/N looks at him confused her eyes moving between Simón and the blonde guy she was making out with. He holds her hand walking her out of the bar straight to the car.

“Simón…what happened back there? I mean I thought it was going quite well…don’t you?” Y/N smiles walking with hurried steps after her friend who’s all but dragging her to his car.

“A little bit too well for him, he was groping you shamlessly, it was going too fast, didn’t want you to get into an uncomfortable situation” The dark haired guy lies with ease as he gets in his car “come on, I’ll take you home” his voice darker and raspier than he would have liked. Y/N looks at him stunned getting in his car, if she didn’t know her friend so well as to know he had no reason to, she’d said he’s jealous, but why would he be, it was the plan, and it was working. Maybe he was after all just looking out for her.

~~~~~

As the weeks go by, Simón starts finding himself getting a bit too invested in this tutoring of theirs. He looks at Y/N as she takes off her makeup after a night out “I think it’s time I teach you a few tips and tricks on kissing….but I believe it’d be best if I… if I show you” he sits up better on the bed clearing his throat. The redhead looks at him through the mirror raising an eyebrow before turning around to look at him properly, he couldn’t deny she was getting way more confident in herself and looking inherently sexier as well.

“Oh… so this tutoring comes with practice as well?” she smiles unintentionally flirtatious. She had always thought Simón was quite goodlooking but since spending so much time with him lately, him teaching her all the things he had been, she was falling slowly but steadily for the guy, even though she knows what he had made her promise on that first day. Y/N stands from where she was sitting at her vanity, making her way to her bed sitting right in front of Simón “okay then teacher, show me” she bites her lower lip gently. Simón looks alternately between her eyes and her pink plump lips as he reaches out, one of his big hands on Y/N’s cheek, the other on the side of her neck pulling her closer before pressing his lips to hers. The kiss starts slow, yet so intense, Y/N’s hands find their place on the guy’s chest as he pulls her closer by the hand on her neck, when the younger lets out a soft sigh of pleasure that dies in the dark haired guy’s mouth, he takes it as his moment to slide his tongue in her mouth as the fight for dominance begins and it is oh so intoxicating. Y/N’s taste is drunkening and Simón takes both his hands to his friend’s waist pulling her to his lap and she doesn’t need much more instructions, she quickly straddles his legs both her hands moving swiftly to his hair gently tugging at his curls. The dance of their tongues feels so natural, they seem to understand what the other wants, what each other need from this kiss. 

As their lungs burn from the desperate need for air, Y/N hesitantly pulls away just enough to allow the much needed breath to get into her body, in short shallow gasps. In the dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation, their gazes lock, sparks igniting between them as desire courses through their veins and Simón be damned, he cannot pretend he’s not wanting more from Y/N, his hands roaming the girl’s body, seeking to find every single inch of exposed skin they can, needing to feel the warmth and softness of her body. His touch, rough yet tender, sends shivers down Y/N's spine as he pulls her close, his lips tantalizingly close to hers.

With a primal urgency, their lips meet again in a fervent kiss, hungry and demanding. Simon's hands roam freely, tracing the curves of the redhead's body, igniting flames of passion with every caress.Y/N's fingers hastily tug at Simon’s shirt needing to pull him closer as their kiss deepens, tongues dancing in a sensual tango of desire. And Y/N can feel the heat of his hardening cock press up against her, before she can process what’s she’s doing, she moves closer to him grinding against the elder’s cock, suddenly desperate to feel more as the same time she can feel the tanned skin man’s hands roam lower, igniting a firestorm of sensation in the center of her gut as he traces the contours of her thighs, leaving a trail of burning desire in his wake. Breaking the hot kiss for the shortest time possible, Y/N pulls the shirt off over Simón’s head with his help, as he in turns all but rips her clothes from her.

Simón can’t wait any longer, as soon as her clothes are off her body, he lays her down and with a dark look on his face as if asking for permission he starts kissing down Y/N’s body once he sees the smallest nod from her. The girl’s eyes flutter closed, her breathing heavy and ragged, as she feels the lust running through her body, she needs him, she needs to feel him all over her body, and he knows exactly how to drive her crazy. Simón looks up at Y/N’s face through his lashes as he keeps peppering hot, open mouthed kisses all over her skin, the eventual nip at her skin eliciting the most exquisit little moans from her slightly parted lips. Once he reaches her hip bones he takes a quick look down at her center and bites his lip muttering under his breath “fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me babygirl”. As Y/N’s eyes flutter open again to look at him, absolutely darkened by the need and lust in her, she sees him swiftly and expertly taking her lacey underwear off smirking “were you hoping to get laid tonight sugar? wearing this little black number” he doesn’t even let her think of an answer before he takes his face down to her already slick folds and he hums looking at her, so wet for him already “and I haven’t even touched you yet princess” he coos lowly, the rasp in his voice and his praising words doing an absolut number on her and she whines wanting more, needing more.

Before she can say anything, his tongue softly ghosts over her cunt, circling her already throbbing clit “Oh fuuck” Y/N cries out in a pathetic little whimper. Not that she had never touched herself, but this was way better, far more intoxicating and his tongue felt so good on her needy clit. Simón looks up at her through hooded eyes humming at her reaction, as he slowly traces a finger over her entrance before sliding it in and he moans feeling how tight she is around his digit, steadily and gently, he eases his way in her pumping his finger to the rhythm of his tongue. “P-Please Simón” Y/N whimpers through her moans. Simón pulls away just enough so he can talk “tell me babygirl, what do you want?” the redhead looks down at him, her hand tangled in his curls “more, you, I want….you” she whispers while trying to move against his hand needing more from him.

The curly haired guy stands up, needing nothing more from her to take the next step and nimbly takes the rest of his clothes off, his enlarged cock springing free as soon as he lowers his underwear. Y/N’s eyes immediately drawn to it, he quickly rolls a condom on before climbing back on the bed between her legs and looks at her “ok, this might be a tad uncomfortable at first, and if at any point you want to stop, just say so yeah?” the girl merely nods softly, unable to talk as all she can think about is Simón inside of her and as the older guy guides his shaft to her entrance letting it coat with her slickness, he leans down to kiss the spot right below her ear as he pushes in slowly, letting her adjust first. Y/N’s eyes flutter closed once again a high pitched hiccupy moan coming from her parted lips as she gets used to the intrusion, it kinda burns, but it’s the best burn she’s ever felt in her life, and she needs more; she bucks her hips gently towards his. Simón smirks sliding in all the way slowly whispering in her ear “so eager baby, who knew you’d be so insatiable” he chuckles lowly as he starts moving in an out of her grunting, as he feels how her tight walls perfectly take all of him and he knows he won’t last long. Too soon he feels Y/N’s ragged breaths and moans as she tightens around him.

“Simón…fuck I’m….I can’t” he smirks kissing her deeply before whispering against her lips “let it go baby, cum for me” and that’s enough for Y/N, she feels her orgasm take over her with his words and the way he feels inside her, her eyesight going black, feeling rush after rush of passion washing over her. Not long after, Simón feels his thrusts get more and more erratic as his own ecstasy takes over him and he collapses on top of his friend’s body panting, eyes closed and he knows….he knows Y/N is just too sweet to resist, and he knows she’ll be the death of him, the sweetest death anyone can wish for.

Taglist: As usual if you wanna be added to the taglist on future posts, please comment below.

@madame-fear  @cyliarys-starlight @luceracastro @espinasrubi @lastflowrr @koiibiito @candycanes19 @nperoconelcositoarriba @lxdyred @deepinsideyourbeing @deepinsideyourbeing

#simón hempe smut #simón hempe fanfic #simón hempe x reader #simón heme fic #lsdln cast #lsdln smut #lsdln x reader #smut #fanfic #fic #smut fanfic #+18 content #+18 only #minors dni

[rileytwenty]

IDIA || an Avatar story (x Neteyam)

Chapter 8

Masterlist

(English Na'vi)

The knowledge that Neteyam could have made it back to the island safely if it weren't for me dug into me as if someone had buried a knife in my chest up to its hilt.

He was smart and alert enough to realize what was happening to us and likely would have been quick enough to keep up with the douchebag gang to get back, but he couldn't because of his obligation to my dumb ass.

"I'm sorry, Neteyam," Was all I could say. I had probably said it three times already.

"Do you have any idea how shameful it will be when we get back? And that's if we don't die out here before my family realizes we're gone. I cannot believe you were so naive."

In a sense, I was relieved that Neteyam was with me. The lack of his presence was more noticeable to the Sullys. If he had followed Ao'nung and his friends back to the island, I'm not one-hundred percent confident that someone would have cared enough to come find me.

"Eclipse will happen in a few minutes. We should get on land, start a fire." He suggested, his tone indicating that he was still upset with me. He began swimming towards the shoreline and I followed close behind.

There was a thin strip of beach across the front of the island before the ring-like rock structures started. It wrapped around almost half of the island lengthwise, though it was only about three strides in width.

"Go look for something wooden, something that will catch," He ordered sternly, and I listened, turning in the opposite direction he was heading to scour the small length of beach.

By the time we met back up again, it was nearly pitch-black and very chilly.

"What did you find?" His bad mood had quickly dissipated under the stress of survival.

Instead of a reply, I held my arms out to display what I had found. A few logs-- only semi-wet-- and a bunch of dead Pandorian palm tree leaves. His eyes lit up.

"Oh, yes! Those leaves will work very well." He sent me his signature fang-y half-smile. He wouldn't say 'good job', but I could read between the lines.

"So, how does one start a fire?" I asked him.

He looked at me with a glare of irritation. "You don't know how to start a fire." It was less a question that an unbelieving statement.

"Nope."

"You would die in the forest. It's lucky you live in that lab." His distaste for my lifestyle was clear. I could almost see a mini Neytiri in his head, working hard against me.

I was getting fed up with people blaming me for my lack of life skills as a Na'vi. "Well you had parents to teach you how to survive, now didn't you?"

He had nothing to say to that, and instead changed the topic. "Give me a hand, will you? Grab that stick there."

With me following his instructions, he had a fire going in only a few minutes.

On land, we were relatively safe. The island was too small to inhabit anything carnivorous. The biggest threat to us was the bugs, which loved our still-wet skin and very well may have killed us via the itching or annoyance factors.

After an unbearable amount of time with Neteyam telling me not to itch the bites and me itching them anyways, I burst out, "I can't handle this anymore! I'm getting in the water." It was the only thing that could soothe the bites.

"Idia, no. Who knows what's in the shallows now that it's dark? Stay on the land, someone will be here soon."

"You said that twenty minutes ago, Neteyam. I'm getting in."

"Idia--" It was too late, I was already waist deep. I crouched down, dunking my body up to my neck in the decently chilly water.

"This is so much better. You should get in, it'll help with the itching," I suggested.

He sighed. "Get out of the water, please. Before something is tempted to take a bite out of you, skxawng." He turned back to the fire, adding some more leaves on top.

"Fine, fine, be that wa-"

A sharp jolt shot up my left leg like lightning. I silently gasped, my brain too shocked to scream or cry. The jolt turned to searing pain which turned to burning. I was hopping on one leg out of the water, holding my upper thigh right above where the pain started. I collapsed onto the sand, cradling my leg as best I could.

"Neteyam!" My wincing tone had him whipping his head around and running over in an instant.

"Argh! I told you not to go into the water!" He slammed his fist into the sand, crouching beside me.

I looked down to find out why my leg was burning and noticed a thick, jelly-like substance coating my calf, knee and lower thigh. Is this what was causing the pain? I reached forward to remove it, but Neteyam caught me by the wrist.

"Don't. It'll hurt your hand, too."

"I need it off. Eywa, it's burning, Neteyam!"

"I'll get a stick. Don't touch it." He ran off for a moment, and by this point my vision was getting fuzzy.

Pushing my head back into the sand as a distraction, I let out a small screaming sob.

Neteyam returned and used the stick to remove the jelly-substance. The burning didn't lessen. I was fully sobbing, not having the strength or focus to try to compose myself. My body was on the verge of throwing up.

"Dammit!" Neteyam shouted. It would have startled me if my brain was present. "There's nothing to help with on this stupid beach!"

"Neteyam?" Shouted a worried voice from out on the water. Jake.

-------------------------------------

I must've passed out. I woke in the Sully marui with Ronal standing over me.

The pain hit me like a hammerhead titanothere ramming me at full force. It was less than before, but enough to elicit a pained wheeze from my lungs.

"Child? Are you alright?" Ronal leaned down, cupping my head.

"Shit, that burns," I gasped out.

"There she is," Jake sighed out a laugh. He was squatting next to me, watching me intently.

"I will apply the medicine now that she is awake," Ronal explained, and began dabbing a paste onto my injury.

My thoughts were scattered. "What exactly happened?"

"Jellyfish sting," Jake answered, "you passed out from the pain. Ronal says you'll heal completely in a week or so if you keep applying the medicine every day."

Neteyam. I looked around, and spotted him with his ears back and his tail tucked between his legs. I made eye contact, but he looked away.

"I'm sorry, sir. I should never have let her go in the water." Neteyam apologized to his father.

"Neteyam, we'll talk about this late-"

"What?" I was baffled by his need to apologize. "That's stupid. I'm older than you, it's not your job to protect me. Besides, you tried to warn me and then you still did your best to help me. If anything, I should be thanking you and you should be mad at me."

Jake chuckled darkly. "Oh, I'm pissed. With both of you. Just you wait."

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #ao'nung #atwow #awow #aonung #tsireya #tuktirey #tuk #tuk sully #x neteyam #neteyam x reader #neytiri #reader x neteyam #neteyam #neytiri sully #neteyam sully #neteyam x oc #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #kiri #kiri sully #sully kids #jake sully #loak sully #lo'ak sully #avatar quaritch #quaritch #miles quaritch #spider

[likeabxrdinflight]

posting this on easter week because I feel it's what she deserves- over the past couple years my 8th grade religion (and also english/math) teacher, designated mentor/mother figure, one time crush and long time friend, has now firmly entered her Villain Era and has since said to me the following things:

complains about how fundamental tenants of catholicism, such as the virgin birth, miracles, and resurrection of jesus, are "bullshit."

she doubts even the historicity of jesus which is a spicy take considering most historians do accept it.

she's just openly teaching her students about trans people and pronouns now. at a catholic school. mind you, when I was there, she was still trying to walk a middle ground with lgbt issues. now she just dgaf. growth.

has gone on several rants about how the church "hates women and gay people." she did not used to do this.

she has openly admitted she doesn't believe in the power of prayer to a colleague.

told me she only taught there "because I used to think it was a nice myth that we could learn something from" and "some of the morals were decent." (I think there's more to unpack here but we don't have time for that).

she is now becoming more and more anti-christianity as right-wing christofascism continues to worsen. "I never believed in it but now I think I hate it?" good for you. good for you. queen.

she hoped a tornado would blow the roof off the school so she could retire early and was disappointed when it didn't. (she told me this when I texted her to make sure she was safe btw. unhinged.)

she has gone behind the parish priest's back to tell the entire school staff everything he was lying about regarding parish funds and changes to school curricula in an email.

has described this same priest as a "chauvinist pig" and "narcissistic asshole."

to his face.

and managed to keep her job only because they can't afford to hire someone new mid-school year and she's gonna retire in the spring anyway.

and now she's writing a murder mystery about said priest to cope. her husband suggested I should be the murderer. I said please do.

I'm so obsessed with this villain arc for her like. this is the person I most looked up to in my teen years. I thought she was so cool. I wanted to be her, I wanted to marry her, I wanted to be her best friend...she was my idol. she was there for me at a time when I needed her and has been there for me ever since.

she was never a believer, but I don't think she quite realized the extent of the church's capacity for harm until somewhat recently. it's like the wool's finally been pulled off her eyes and now I get to watch her deconstruct, if not the faith itself, then the role of the church in a community. and I'm so here for it.

#I have described this woman as the eda to my luz before and I do include the 'agent of chaos' bit in that description #she always had a rebellious streak in her and it was evident in the...shall we say 'non-traditional' way she taught religion #but she's just fully off the rails now and I love that for her #...I'm also posting this now because I always miss catholicism around this time of year and this is a nice anthology of reasons to not #ex catholic tag

[undreaming-fanfiction]

100 Writing Prompts

From @imaginary-legendary-hamilton because this is just too good.

Found this wonderful list and I couldn’t resist. If you’re looking for a Steddie drabble, feel free to drop me an ask. AUs, settings, genres and additional requests are also welcome.

1. “Do you want me to leave?” 2. “I swear it won’t happen again.” 3. “I’m not jealous.” 4. “You can’t keep doing this.” 5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” 6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” 7. “You did what?!” 8. “Were you ever going to tell me?” 9. “Don’t ask me that.” 10. “I might have had a few shots.” 11. “What’s with the box?” 12. “Say it!” 13. “I could kiss you right now!” 14. “Are you done with that?” 15. “Are you still awake…?” 16. “Excuse you?” 17. “This is all your fault!” 18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.” 19. “I could kill you right now!” 20. “Just admit I’m right.” 21. “That doesn’t even make sense.” 22. “That’s irrational.” 23. “Just pretend to be my date.” 24. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” 25. “When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!” 26. “I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.” 27. “I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.” 28. “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.” 29. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” 30. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.” 31. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!” 32. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” 33. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” 34. “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” 35. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.” 36. “Did I say that out loud?” 37. “Do you think they could have loved me?” 38. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” 39. “How long have you been standing there?” 40. “Have I ever lied to you?” 41. “Have you lost your fucking mind?” 42. “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.” 43. “I am not losing you again!” 44. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” 45. “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 46. “I just need to be alone right now.” 47. “When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.” 48. “I made a mistake.” 49. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.” 50. “I need you to forgive me.” 51. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.” 52. “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.” 53. “I’m flirting with you.” 54. “I’m not good enough for you.” 55. “I fell in love with my best friend.” 56. “I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” 57. “I’m up to the challenge.” 58. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. Ever since the day I first met you.” 59. “I’m yours.” 60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” 61. “If you go anywhere near them, you’ll have to deal with me!” 62. “It’s okay to cry…” 63. “What do you mean? It’s exciting!” 64. “Talk to me.” 65. “Look at me—just breathe, okay?” 66. “Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.” 67. “Oh my god! You’re in love with them!” 68. “Well, this is where I live.” 69. “We finish it the same way we started—together.” 70. “What are you afraid of?” 71. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.” 72. “You deserve so much better.” 73. “You don’t have to stay.” 74. “You don’t know you the way I do.” 75. “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 76. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” 77. “You shouldn’t have even been there!” 78. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” 79. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” 80. “Teach me?” 81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” 82. “Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.” 83. “Just once.” 84. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” 85. “It’s not what it looks like.” 86. “I got you a present.” 87. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!” 88. “See, now, what that so bad?”.” 89. “You’re the best part of me.” 90. “I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.” 91. “Can I hold your hand?” 92. “Let’s move in together.” 93. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” 94. “What time is it?” 95. “Just wait a second.” 96. “Here, let me.” 97. “You’re so cute when you pout like that.” 98. “Hold me back!’ 99. “I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!” 100. “I adore you.”

#steddie #steddie drabble #writing prompts #ask me

[aethermint]

Back again with another stranger things fanfic prompt!! Main ship is Steddie but also major background Jargyle and if you can include Ronance by all means!! I love them all.

All the young adults, after the stressful events of Vecna, ignoring the ending of vol 2 of course (we all know we've read better endings on a03) they have a peaceful night out together, perhaps they hang out at the Harrington's House, or Robin's while her parents are out of town. There is a lot of a weed and decent alcohol, and SO much pining. You can choose really twist that angst knife in deep here, by having Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan still together hanging by a thread especially if you want to add Ronance!

Eddie is fully aware of his intense crush on Harrington, having only worsened after the events of Vecna, and really getting the know the real Steve Harrington.

Argyle is a pretty chill dude, and hey, maybe he's also a little in love with his best friend Jonathan - too bad he's still hung up about Wheeler to do anything about it.

And Steve? Well, he's just enjoying the evening. Maybe a little too much. He definitely way too high for this. But he's never been great about facing his shit. And okay, he didn't see this one coming. Probably.

As the night goes on, Steve and Argyle feeling that zen a little too hard to think properly, cause quite the scene after they are caught casually making out. I think that after having heard so much about Nancy Wheeler, pining over a man that maybe or maybe not loves him back, but feels he isn't worthy of, or hey, maybe he's just an open and carefree dude, that has heard about the stories of King Steve and his incredible mouth. He asks Steve to either teach him those unique kissing techniques, or just wants to find out for himself without any strings attached. Steve happily obliges, doesn't really think about the consequences until he sees how jealous Eddie and Jonathan are. And oh shit.

Wait, what?

I can imagine so many fun things that can be written for this prompt, and there are lots of different opportunities here. Fluff, angst, jealousy, hurt / comfort, confessions... If someone writes this, PLEASE tag me in it!

For Ronance, I can imagine that seeing her ex - boyfriend kiss her current boy - friend's extremely close guy best friend put things into perspective for her. Life is too short after all, and Nancy Wheeler deserves the best.

#stranger things fic #stranger things prompts #stranger things #jargyle #Steddie #johnathan byers #Argyle #steve x eddie #steve harrington prompt #Steve Harrington #Nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance

[ozimagines]

Dating Carlo Ricardo would include…

Shy Boi™️

Definitely gets aggressive with the other prisoners on your behalf

Starts saying he loves you in his head before you’re even dating

“Maybe… I don’t know… we could get dinner sometime? …you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”🥺

It is IMPERATIVE that you meet and love his family

His oldest sister is definitely your closest ally

His mom loves you; says you’re a good influence

He takes you to go see his dad in a coma; it’s an emotional time for the both of you

When he sees you hold Isabella’s baby, his heart melts

“No, it’s just… you look like a mommy/daddy”😭🫶

Huge fan of holding your small hand in his big one

King of tickly neck kisses

Will absolutely respect your pronouns even if he doesn’t always understand why❤️

“She’s… sorry, they’re really hot.”

Wants to teach you Spanish

Will learn your native tongue but will be Prince of the struggle bus

Always wants to go dancing with you

Emperor of giving head

No but he’s actually quite good at it

Loves you in pajamas; shorts and an tank top, full onesie, or even just a nightgown

His friends like you enough

Chico is your best friend; he always talks to you at these functions

Carlos is an ass lol

Morales and Hernandez are a little suspicious of you but Hernandez actively hates you

Especially if you happen to be white

Carlo isn’t good about standing up to his friends but he’ll go to bat for you when it counts

Has definitely threatened someone over you

Possibly someone who wasn’t even looking at you

Carlo remembers his mom’s cooking, and can make simple recipes

“How is it? No, don’t lie, I mean really.”😂

Man’s will make an EFFORT for you

Combing his hair, wearing a button up shirt from time to time

Loves receiving hickeys

“Mark me, baby, I’m yours”🥰

Loves saying he’s ‘yours’ and you’re ‘his’

Possessive in a sweet way

Will get jealous and try to beat the other person up but will never take it out on you

More mad with himself that he thinks he doesn’t deserve you

If you can make a decent arroz con pollo he will marry you no questions asked

Carlo has a domesticity kink

“Yeah, Chiquita/o, clean the dishes just like that…”

Sex with him is a loving experience… but please tell his friends he fucked you raw😭

Makes love

“¿Así, preciosa/o?”🥵🥵

He’s the youngest of his friends so calling him Papi really strokes his ego

Give him a blowjob, watch his head spin

Cuddly guy after the doing the do

Let’s you listen to his heartbeat

“Te amo” -he whispers, almost hoping you don’t hear him❤️❤️

“Me too, Carlo. Me too.” ❤️‍🩹

Bonus: Spending Christmas with this man is otherworldly. Hot chocolate (with a little spice), a beautifully decorated tree (that he barely let you help with lol), and Rankin Bass cartoons the whole month. Tell his friends and he’ll deny it, haha 🎄🎄🎅

#carlo ricardo #hbo oz #dating would include #hey I didn’t make Juan Carlos Hernandez this stupid hot #my sweet baby Carlo you deserved better #fuck Lopresti that note could have changed his life

[jamieedlund]

Y’know, when people who want Callum to be effeminate and submissive then get mad at canon for “ruining” him by not having him be this way, it really does warm my heart.

Alright so let me break this down into segments even though, it also warms my heart to see someone with so much time on their hand that they wasted their life creating an alt account just to leave this absolutely spiteful piece of a question - instead of using it for much more valuable things 💗 I doubt you will ever even read this and even if you do, comprehend the sheer ignorance of your very line of thinking. However, I have a bad habit of giving people a chance to learn so here is my final answer to you, and to anyone else who also would love to come to me with this mentality. All similar opinions will be blocked and thoroughly ignored so please read up if you unfortunately do feel this way 💗

First of all, here is the definition of effeminate

Frankly, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS. In fact this is a pretty damn amazing quality and I do not see any problem whatsoever with this attribute. To behave in a non-traditionally masculine way has always been demonized by small-minded and incredibly bigotry people, which your phrasing clearly indicated that you ARE and I will now quote it:

Alright...so are you trying to tell me that along with me portraying him as a man who does not behave in a traditionally masculine way is somehow regarded as "inappropriate" (according to the definition above) AND SUBMISSIVE ? ? ? I think this one should speak for itself about what kind of person you are.

Which I dare you, no I double dare you. Give me an example, of my work, not anyone else, MY WORK, that has ever portrayed Callum as "submissive". Because-

Being affectionate, kind and feeling confident in his skin enough to smile and get comfortable around other isn't submissive

Being able to express his emotions freely and un-restrainedly isn't submissive

Learning how to better protect himself whilst also simultaneously being able to appreciate the beauty of the person who's teaching him isn't submissive

Being able to fight, does magic freely because he's been focusing on it for TWO DAMN YEARS STRAIGHT and CARING FOR ANY OF HIS FRIEND OTHER THAN RAYLA

- ISN'T BEING SUBMISSIVE

AT ALL!!!

it's called being a decent and admirable human being.

All of which, by the way, are all completely normal things for a teenager to be experiencing.

And in addition-

Being obedient to your mentor because you love and respect this person does not = submissive. It's called being a respectful human being.

HOWEVER

Y'know what is submissive? ? ? Let's take a gander at the so-call canon Callum that you o so worship shall we?

Running away from the most important decision of your damn life: not standing ground and fight for your dad's sake till the very end because if you don't try your best now your brother will really be an orphan, instead, opted to run away and not facing the literal assassins whom, later is known to you, to really did killed your dad. (aka submitting to your oppressor and ran away)

Not confronting your oppressors (aka the woman who literally sent assassins to murdered your dad. And no, ONE FUCKING HARMLESS JOKE ABOUT HER EATING HUMAN ISN'T HIM FIGHTING BACK, IT LITERALLY WAS JUST HIM MAKING A JOKE whilst staying submissive and passive to his oppressors the entire season b r u h ) Being submissive to the BOTH systems that both have wronged and robbed from him his family - his dad (aka the human side) made a shitty kingdom ruling choice and in turn his mom died for his kingdom -> aka it's ALSO Harrow's fault. It was then AGAIN harrow's fault to throw away his life and shackling his VERY YOUNG BROTHER to the throne RIGHT AFTER HAVING A FIGHT WITH HIS HIGHEST RANKING OFFICIAL (viren) Him letting this all go just shows a submissive and docile attitude TO THE VERY PEOPLE WHO WRONGED HIM, WHICH IS FUCKED. Being submissive to LETTING SAID OPPRESSOR into your FAMILY'S GRAVE YARD- - - which said oppressor's spouse has mercilessly killed YOUR OWN MOTHER---

Now, i mention this not to spite any raylum lovers because I sincerely believe that romance is subjective, what is romantic to some isn't to others and no one can really bash someone for liking any ships, so I certainly do not say this as something malice:

A compliment isn't = to romantic intent. It CAN be, but we can all objectively see in the case of Callum, he really did just meant it as a friend complimenting another friend. So then is it not submissive to cave to the idea of romance half a day after being surprisingly kissed and then told off in a passively aggressive way to forget about it? ? ?

Is it not then considered "submissive" to surrender to the idea of "if my compliment and admiration to this person isn't love, then there is definitely something wrong with me?" Which is so wrong in so many ways and I think this is important to remember: YOU CAN LIKE SOMEONE WITHOUT HAVING ANY ROMANTIC FEELINGS TOWARDS SAID PERSON.

With all of this being said, you being someone who considers the qualities I portrayed Callum as "submissive" should already say a lot about what kind of person you are, not that I think you will have the mental capacity to understand what is being presented to you, especially if this

is your standard of being "dominant" and "traditionally manly" lol (just using the opposite of your phrasing "effeminate" and "submissive", you know what antonyms are right? 💗) A coward with a sock puppet account and for what? Some idiot like me who portrayed a cartoon boy as dependable, affectionate and is actually a good person? ? ?

Speaks for itself.

I think you might love this show, and you should use that energy to be around people who appreciate and think like you, not spreading hatred and ignorant view point because I never went out of my way to target/harass anyone. I make art and that's pretty much it. I believe people can learn and can change, and I believe there is good in people, so I will always give them a chance. This is pathetic, please do better. If you or someone else reply to this rudely they will be blocked and ignored, however, I'd preferred it if you read, understood and move on.

#ask jamie #hello it's been so long since i've received such a masterful piece of ask #to anyone who finished reading #thank you #about #tdp #callum #no more arguments I am just existing #thanks #sometimes I'd like to remind everyone that this is a cartoon #and they should learn what words they are saying #i'm tired #thanks tumblr #really not a dunk of any ships #just my opinions