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hanichani · 2 months

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hii!! could u do a skz (preferably i.n or ot8) when they have an idol!so and they reveal their relationship??

hi anon!! i tried to make this kind of as realistic as possible but at the same time i feel like jyp would never let this happen so this is what i came up with😭

Pairing: ot8 x gn!idol!reader Genre: fluff, a tiny bit angsty i guess Warnings: none that i could think of, everyone's stressing Word count: 1,3k

i hope you like it <3 (sorry it took so long)

Channie

realistically, i don’t think chan would want to reveal the relationship up until after the peak of their career if ever. i feel like he’s just too tied down by all the responsibilities he has towards the company. but i also think that out of all of the other members he would do the best at consoling you if you ever wanted to go public and he told you no. he would feel so bad but it’s just something he knows he can’t risk. and a big part of why he wouldn’t do it is that he’s afraid you’d receive hate so he’s really just trying to protect you and your career.

if the relationship ever got leaked, boy would have to do so much damage control. even if it’s accepted by everyone and actually somehow boosts your careers and only has good outcomes. mans would be out there writing apology letters like “hi, this is stray kids’ bang chan and i’m so sorry i lied to you all about my relationship.” like it’s not his private business.

Lee know

lee know would throw in little quips and hints during things like skz code and stuff. do you know how he talked about the friend he went to japan with and said he was his boyfriend? he’d do that with you as well. pretend that he’s joking and when they’re all asked about your group he’d say “yea, we hung out once. they’re actually my partner now.” and then do the little :] smile. hannie would obviously throw in a little “what about me?” and then the whole mention about your relationship goes unnoticed. but he would try to slowly get there through hints.

if this relationship ever got leaked, he’d come over that same day with the biggest smile on his face. i feel like he’d genuinely be happy and i think someday, down the line, he’d confirm it on his own by sending a not the most flattering picture of you surrounded with his cats to bubble. for which you’d scold him later.

Changbin

i feel like changbin would really want to tell EVERYONE. like, he’s so proud to be your boyfriend and he wants to tell the world. but he knows he can’t. he would also just mention you during skz talker and stuff. i think he’d show the camera a video of you doing a dance trend or something and be like “waaah, aren’t they so talented?” meanwhile in his head he’s also adding “and they’re all mine”.

he’s happy as well when the relationship gets leaked. is even happier that it happens around the time of your new comeback because now he can do your dance challenge with you and not feel weird about it. wouldn’t address it but in his next vlog, he tells the staff not to blur you out anymore. (which i know that they don’t really post vlogs anymore BUT BINNIE’S WERE MY FAVORITE AND I MISS THEM OKAY)

Hyunjin

feel like hyune would be STRESSED when you first bring up the idea of going public. he’d tell you that he’ll think about it but is probably the most open to it. he’d have a meeting about it with the higher ups and you would too but it would be a while before they actually allowed you to do it.

when it does happen, i think it would just be him posting pictures from a versace event and then the last picture would be the two of you together. your back pressed against his chest, his hand placed over your stomach and your hand reaching back to hold his face while looking at each other. you’d obviously be wearing your versace outfits and the caption would be something like “thank you donatella, me and my y/n enjoyed the event so much”. safe to say stays go crazy and your fandom does as well.

Jisung

i think hannie wouldn’t be comfortable revealing it but we all know boy has a big mouth. i think he’d just leak his own relationship tbh. yk how sometimes he just speaks poems about how he’s so fond of minho? one question asked about you and he’s spilling on air. “ah y/n? yeah, i’ve never met anyone as hard working… well, except for my members. yeah, they’re just so amazing and we match so well, you know. it was honestly like out of a fairytale. i mean, um… like… you know, like the friendship?” and then chan is jumping into the conversation and changing the topic, thank god for his leader.

he’d be terrified after but you’re there to calm him down. at some point you get asked about it in an interview and you decide to just clear it up. “did you hear what stray kids’ han said about you the other day?” the interviewer asks. “ah yeah. adorable, wasn’t he? i have to say, it really was like out of a fairytale. it might sound corny but we just clicked so well, you know.” you smile and wave into the camera, mouthing a hi baby because you just know that he’s going to watch this interview the moment it comes out. (chan is beyond stressed because of you two)

Felix

lixie would love the idea of going public but he would be too scared of the consequences i think. feel like it would be similar to hyunjin because he would want you at all of his events and at some point the fans start to be like…hmm is it a coincidence that they always appear together at the same events. but obviously that’s not enough to just assume that you’re both dating.

at some point lix accidentally sends the wrong picture to bubble and it’s a picture where you’re cuddled together in bed and you’re kissing his cheek. he meant to send the one of him alone that he took when you went to the bathroom. he’s freaked out but then he just kind of accepts it and is happy because so much pressure has just been taken off his shoulders. the next picture of the two of you that appears on bubble is sent intentionally with a bunch of light blue hearts.

Seungmin

seungmin would absolutely NOT want to reveal the relationship. he has a reputation to uphold as the grumpy one. that’s what he says but really he’s just too scared of the reactions and feedback. he doesn’t mind getting hate, he feels used to that but he doesn’t want you to receive it. he’s also worried that people would put you down for dating him out of everyone else. this leads to you both having a looong conversation where he starts sobbing at some point because he does feel insecure but he never lets himself feel those things unless it’s with you.

this in turn makes him realize that you are very important to him and now he’s even more conflicted. should he tell everyone that you’re his or should he work even harder to protect your relationship. in the end, he decides to let you make the decision. he’s happy with whatever you choose as long as you’re by his side.

Jeongin

i think innie would actually be the one to bring this up with you. after they all get their instagrams, hyunjin gets his piercing and the company lets more loose in general, he feels that it could go through. so he brings it up with jyp and gets the green light (which is not realistic at all but let’s pretend for the sake of this drabble).

i know that innie doesn’t do the ootd posts anymore but i think it would be so cute if he revealed it through that. he would post an ootd post and then on some of the pictures you’re there as well. just a power couple posing together. and then also, some of the more observing fans would notice that hey, isn’t that innie’s shirt that y/n was wearing in their new post. and hey isn’t that the same bag that y/n has in jeongin’s new post? it’d just be really cute because you’d both be so excited about it and flaunting it.

a/n: requests are open by the way!!!

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dilatorywriting · 1 year

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Heroes vs. Villains : The Staff [Part 2]

Platonic GN!Reader x NRC Staff vs. RSA Staff Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. NRC Staff Version (Part 2: Crewel and Crowley)

ie. Mr. Rogerson has awesome dalmatians and his wife makes even better cookies. Meanwhile, Crewel continues to be an emotionally constipated mess, and Crowley is... himself.

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4]

You were met at the door by a pair of over enthusiastic dalmatians��the chaotically cute duo sending you ass-first to the office floor in a merry greeting that was more of a graceless tackle than anything else.

“You brought Poe and Perdy!” you exclaimed, laughing past the face kisses.

“Well, they’d never forgive me if I didn’t,” Mister Rogerson huffed good naturedly. “Do you know how much this little nutter cried when I came home the other day and he realized you’d been by? Ages, I’m telling you. Thought he was going to pout me into an early grave.”

You squished both of them affectionately and showered the lovely, spotted, beasts with every compliment under the sun.

“Oh! Before I forget…” the professor rustled around in his leather messenger bag and retrieved a neatly packaged pastry box all bundled up in a colorful, twine, bow. You accepted the treats happily and removed yourself from the dog-pile to take your usual place on the well-worn piano bench. “Annie made you some more cookies, seeing as you liked the last ones so much.”

“Did you help?” you asked.

“Hmm? What makes you say that?”

You held up the first treat from the pile—half-singed on one side and squishy with raw dough on the other.

“You caught me!” he laughed, and retrieved a second box. “These are from Annie. Those are my failures.”

“Such horrible lies,” you tutted, dramatic. “Trying to trick an innocent victim into ingesting poison just so that you can keep all the good ones for yourself.”

“Hey, they’re not that bad!” he defended, taking a large chomp out of one of the less charred looking of his creations. Immediately his cheeks went nearly green. “Or… maybe they are.”

You pushed a water bottle in his direction which he accepted gratefully. There was always a stash of them just to the left of his composer’s stand, and another hoard in a conspicuous looking storage cube closer to the piano at which you’d perched yourself. There were more sweets hidden in his desk drawers too, for when something stronger than water was needed to wash away whatever awful thing he’d tried to ingest. You knew where a lot of ‘secret’ things were in this room. It felt nice, to be so privy to all its little treasures.

“You know,” he smiled, finishing the last of his water with a final gulp. “Annie keeps pestering me to have you come by for dinner.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” you hesitated, looking around the room where so many of your little odds and ends had already started to accumulate. Empty mugs, the patch that had fallen off your jacket, the thread which you’d intended to use to fix said patch. Just… little footprints showing you’d been by. “Well, any more at least.”

“Nonsense,” Mister Rogerson laughed. “You’re more than welcome! But we don’t mean to pressure you, of course! Especially if you’re busy! Just something to think about if you’d like. Anyways, how has your day been?”

And thus began your afternoon ritual. You would sit and split Annie’s delicious cookies as you rambled about your various grievances. Mister Rogerson would inevitably come and take a seat beside you on the piano bench and start playing some gentle strains of this or that—‘just little things he was working on,’ he’d said. Occasionally you’d accidentally lean on the keys, throwing the whole thing into a cacophonous mess. But he would just chuckle and replay whatever the piano had just screeched, calling it a ‘fascinating addition’ and merrily jotting bits of it into his notes. It was nice. Better than nice. And you didn’t realize just how comfortable you’d become in your daily chitchats until you’d become perhaps a bit too comfortable.

“It’s just been so exhausting. And on top of all the other ridiculous things, I’m so sick of that fact that it’s like my job to be their personal punching bags or whatever when they’re Overblotting all over the place, and—”

The piano cut off abruptly.

Mister Rogerson’s hazel eyes had gone wide, as if he was spooked. Immediately you realized that you’d said something that you should not have.

“There are students at Night Raven College who have Overblotted?” he asked, slow, like he couldn’t even believe the words were coming out of his mouth.

“What? No. Of course not!” you lied, like a liar.

“Kiddo,” he frowned, stern. “You just said—"

“—I mean, no one’s actually Overblotted, Overblotted,” you spluttered hastily, rifling frantically through your brain for every plausible excuse you could cough up. “It’s more that I’ve heard a lot about Blot, and how it becomes a—you know—Overblot. Which sounds really scary, and like something that I never, ever, want to actually see! And it’s just that everyone there is a mess, so I guess I should I have said that I’m more just worried about Overblotting.”

A pause.

“Which, again, I’ve never, ever, actually seen.”

More silence.

“…Ever.”

Mister Rogerson sighed, apparently relieved by your bullshitting, and slumped forward over the piano keys.

“That’s… That’s good. You really scared me there for a moment, kiddo. Overblots are no small matter. They have to be reported to the proper authorities and dealt with accordingly. It’s a whole fiasco, and paperwork and legal proceedings aside, it’s dangerous.” He laid a gentle hand across your shoulder. “I’m just glad you haven’t been anywhere near something like that.”

You swallowed a chunk of wayward cookie, hoping you didn’t look horrifically guilty. But then some other part of what he’d just rattled off stuck in your head and that shame was wiped away by panic.

“They’d be taken away?” you whispered, something unpleasant and nervous curling in your gut.

Mister Rogerson looked down at you with a sympathetic wrinkle to his brow. He squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.

“I know it sounds scary, kiddo. But that’s what we have to do to keep everyone as safe as we can. Does that make sense?”

You thought of Riddle, crying into his hands after years of emotional neglect—and then of the pair of you sitting in the Heartslabyul gardens after all was said and done, eating strawberry tarts with your fingers like little children. You thought of Leona, miserable and bitter as he was, finally breaking after an entire lifetime of feeling like nothing but a failure who slunk about in his brother’s shadow—and then how just last week the beastman had been lounging in the sun with his head in your lap, grouchily demanding your leftovers. You thought of Azul, and his bullies, and his stupid desire to take on the world just to prove he could. You thought of all the friends you’d made, and of just how many of them really needed a goddamn therapist. You thought about them being taken away to who-even-knew-where. Where you’d probably never see any of them again. And where you wouldn’t even know what was happening to them.

General grumpiness with the lot of them aside, your friends were the one, genuine, beacon of warmth in this miserable, cold, new world. Sure, they were all assholes. Mega assholes. But you knew that they’d stand by you through anything—do anything, if you needed the help.

And the idea of giving up on them? Just like that? Because it was protocol?

Your stomach roiled and you set the cookies off to the side.

“I’m sorry if I’ve upset you,” Mister Rogerson frowned, taking in whatever unpleasant expression was no doubt twisting your face into knots. “We shouldn’t talk about it anymore. It’s not a fun topic.” He slid a new page of sheet music across the piano’s sleek, black, shelf. “Here. I started writing this the other day. What do you think?”

Strains of upbeat jazz threaded through the room and Perdy and Poe came over to mouth playfully at your ankles—no doubt begging for crumbs. Soon enough you were laughing along, clapping off beat and making jokes at the expense of his nonsense lyrics. You still liked Mister Rogerson. You liked him a lot. And you didn’t doubt that he was a genuinely kind person.

You’d just… maybe have to be a bit more careful about what you let slip.

“It’s kinda like being in therapy,” you explained to a very frustrated looking Deuce. “Like, how you want to say just enough to get help but not enough for them to throw you into an asylum. You feel?”

“What in the fuck are you on,” Ace gaped.

“See, if any of you actually even knew what therapy was, you’d get it.”

“I still can’t believe that’s where you’ve been every afternoon,” Deuce frowned, poking at his lunch with a consternated sort of look on his face. “Don’t you—I don’t know…”

“What?” you asked.

“Feel horrifically guilty and maybe like you should be burnt at the stake?” Ace complained, reaching over to swipe a fry from your plate. Grim hissed and swatted at his fingers—his little mouth stuffed too full of your half-eaten burger to yell much of anything else. “You’re a traitor, that’s what you are. Prancing around with those goody-two-shoes in their stupid, shiny, building every damn day like a—like a—”

“A frog?” Deuce suggested.

“What, no. Dude—”

“Frogs prance!”

“Frogs fucking jump, you ingrate—”

A heavy box landed on the table with a THUD, sending the quarrelling duo into silence. A mountain of homemade chocolate chip cookies stared back at them, nearly sparkling in their brilliance.

“Yes,” you intoned, stern. “It’s worth it.”

“It’s worth it,” Grim and Ace agreed heartily, already busy swapping their lunches for sweets.

Deuce sighed and reached for his own cookie. “If you’re sure...”

Being called into the Headmaster’s Office was not something with which you were unfamiliar. In fact, Crowley not having summoned you into his gloomy chamber over the past few weeks was more of an anomaly than not. Normally he was hurling new jobs at you left and right—organize this event, Prefect. Pick up my groceries, Prefect. The main hall is looking a little dirty, Prefect. Go stop my students from committing mass murder, Prefect. Maybe your wave of insults had rattled him enough to leave you alone for that little while. Or maybe he’d just been biding his time until he could think of something equally as nasty to say back.

Of all the things you were expecting upon trudging back into that office, a scowling Professor Crewel was not one of them.

You blinked owlishly, taken aback.

“Good afternoon, Professor.”

His lip curled, sour, and you fought the intense and suicidal urge to ask him just who’d pissed in his cornflakes that morning because damn. You hadn’t even done anything. That you could remember. Maybe. And besides, if either of you had any right to be acting all bitter and pissy it was you. Not Mister ‘I Have No Intention of Playing Parent to Anyone.’ The memory had your eyes stinging and your blood boiling all over again. When neither of the men deigned to greet you, you cleared you throat irritably and crossed your arms.

“Can I help you with something, Professor? Headmaster?”

“It has come to our attention that you’ve been sneaking off campus in the evenings,” Professor Crewel declared, with all the civility of an off-grid hermit. “Which I’m certain that you are fully aware is against school policy.”

Crowley just nodded, stiff lipped and robotic, and his silence immediately had you suspicious.

“Well?” Crewel snipped. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

You took a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Then another.

You smiled, icy. “Then I’m sure this is just another infraction to add to my file. Which I’m very sure totally exists. Right, Headmaster?”

Crewel’s dark glower swiveled in Crowley’s direction, and you watched the Old Crow audibly gulp.

“Because of course, you keep proper records on all your students here,” you continued, happy to push your luck. “Especially the ones in special circumstances, and whose documentation is therefore not automatically forwarded to you by their previous schools. Right, Headmaster?”

You’d never seen a more apt demonstration of the expression ‘sweating bullets.’ It was intensely satisfying. Professor Crewel looked like he was heavily debating turning Crowley into a feather boa. After a too-long moment where you were pretty sure you were about to witness a murder, the two-toned professor sighed and turned back to you with a stiff sneer.

“It’s not safe,” he said, and you gaped at him.

“What?”

“It’s not safe,” he repeated, practically grinding his teeth. “What were you even thinking? Leaving Night Raven when you know full that you have no other connections in this entire world! Running off with a complete stranger on top of that.”

“Mister Rogerson isn’t a stranger!” you defended, resentment bubbling beneath your skin. How dare he? Now he cared? Now you weren’t just a leech, or a brat, or—or—No. It wasn’t fair. “And it’s not like I ran off into the woods or something! I’m at another school!”

Crowley slammed his clawed hands down onto his desk with a metallic BANG!

“AH-HAH! YOU ADMIT IT!” he howled. “YOU’VE BEEN GOING TO THE ROYAL SWORD ACADEMY BEHIND OUR BACKS!”

“I left you a note telling you that was exactly where I was!”

“YOU’VE BEEN CONSORTING WITH OUR ENEMY! AND AFTER I’VE WORKED SO HARD TO RAISE YOU AS MY OWN!” He wailed, inconsolable. “ARE YOU TRADING OFF MY GRIMOIRE TO AMBROSE, TOO? WOULD YOU STOP AT NOTHING TO SHATTER MY POOR HEART?!”

“I don’t even know what that means, but I wish I was!”

“Enough!” Crewel snarled, cracking his pointer across the desktop. “Both of you!”

“But he—!” you defended.

“Detention!” he barked.

“What?! That’s no fair!—”

“Detention!” he snapped again. “Three weeks!”

“Are you joking?! I didn’t even do anything!—”

“Four weeks,” he growled.

You pressed your lips shut, feeling your mouth wobble and your eyes warm with frustrated tears.

“Yes, sir,” you finally managed to grit out, and then turned without another word and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind you.

‘That may have been too much,’ Crowley had the gall to say to him, after Crewel had just watched the man have an entire meltdown in his desk chair and accuse you of outright subterfuge.

‘That may have been too much.’

The alchemist had watched, carefully stone faced, as your eyes had welled and you’d glared him down with a look that was a step or two past betrayed. Something tightened uncomfortably in his chest, and he refused to put a name to it. Naming things gave them power, allowed them to grow and spread. Like a tumor. This was all your own doing, and the subsequent punishment was clearly for your own good. So, what? He steps a bit too far and says something that’s perhaps just a bit too cold, and you go running off to—to Cliff Rogerson of all people? Pettiness is not an excuse for making poor, stupid, unsafe, decisions. And he would have certainly responded to any other student in exactly the same fashion.

‘That may have been too much.’

Crewel grit his teeth and fought the urge to run his hands through his hair in frustration. Normally he could use Badun as a stress ball, but he’d stopped bringing the dogs to campus when you’d continued to refuse to show up to his office. It had stressed them terribly, and it was unfair to force them to sit through the same, dull, solitude that he had to endure just on the off chance that you may change your mind and come wandering in. Jasper hardly acknowledged him at all anymore—only grumbled at him miserably when he returned in the evenings before curling up by the fireplace for the rest of the night.

‘That may have been too much.’

It… It really, probably, was. And he really should… apologize, shouldn’t he?

Divus Crewel could deny it all he liked, but he knew well and good that he wouldn’t have treated your classmates in such a manner. That unnamed twinge behind his ribs may have influenced his reaction a bit more than it should have, especially when he himself had so clearly relegated your place in his life to ‘by professional association only.’

So he forced himself to straighten his fur coat and start the trek to Ramshackle. It was a grueling walk, with broken pathways and rivers of mud. No wonder you were always running late to things. Perhaps he should bring this up to Crowley, and—

A familiar face stopped him in his tracks, and a wave of red-hot irritation worked its way through his veins as efficiently and viciously as one of the poisons he was so keen to brew.

“Oh,” Cliff Rogerson blinked back at him, “Divus! Good to see you.” It was not. It didn’t sound like Cliff thought it was either.“No need to call campus security or anything. I’m just here to pick up the Prefect for dinner.”

“Dinner?” Crewel repeated. It sounded bitter in his mouth.

“Annie’s making lasagna,” Cliff stage-whispered, like a secret.

“Can we get going?” you called and Crewel startled, noticing you off to the side for the first time. You looked so… small, for some reason. Hunched, maybe. Just, not your usual larger-than-life self—the Otherworldly Hero who showed up swinging to every fight, always armed to the teeth and ready to duel any monster, every horror. It made something in his gut twist unpleasantly. “I’m starving.”

“Of course, kiddo,” Cliff laughed and tossed an arm across your shoulders.

“How lovely,” Crewel interrupted, trying and failing to force the steel from his voice, “But I think that maybe you should reexamine your professional priorities. That hardly seems appropriate.”

“Oh, come now,” Cliff smiled. It wasn’t friendly. “It’s only dinner. And besides,” he chuckled, and gave your arm a fond squeeze, “Annie and I have always wanted kids.”

‘I have no intention of playing parent to anyone.’

A deep, cold, sort of dread rattled through Divus Crewel’s bones and settled all the way in the pit of his stomach. It was similar to the sensation that had been slowly clawing its way through him these past few weeks—the very same unpleasantness that he had refused to name.

‘You know,’ Crowley’s grating voice swam through his head once more. ‘That really may have been too much.’

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lightlycareless · 6 months

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Okay but im so curious

how would the zenin household react to seeing naoya become affectionate/simp for y/n?????? the thought of it already makes me kick my feet in the air

I will start with the fact that everything Naoya does with you is like a huge shocker to the whole clan.

From him finding a partner that willingly wants to be with him, to demonstrating affection to said partner… yeah, no one believed Naoya could actually care for anyone else but him, at least in a way that doesn’t denote making fun of them or something.

But he does, and when you came along, it brought out that side many wished he would’ve kept hidden.

I never envisioned Naoya to be very fond of PDA, at least not with people he knows, because he gets somewhat embarrassed (lol). Even holding hands with his wife when his relatives are nearby is like a big no-no. He feels like he needs to uphold this untouchable image of heir before them, demand their fear respect and so on.

However, as years go by, he’ll eventually just stop caring, especially if the two get married. He just… doesn’t give a f*ck lol.

And the thing he’ll do though at this point, oh, they’re going to be far from sweet. Let’s say that Naoya is a huge pervert when it comes to you lol. I don’t have any other way to put it, he’s just obsessed with you.

Naoya is the kind of person to slap your butt when passing/approaching you. He doesn’t care if you’re in the company of your staff, or if his uncle/cousins are there, or anyone really—he just had to do it, couldn’t hold himself, and you absolutely hate him for it because it makes you go through embarrassing moments!! Having to apologize in his name in order to do some damage control, people looking at the two and immediately looking away because they can’t remove that mental image!!! Oh boy.

You’ve talked to him about it and agreed to at least… keep it to a minimum, be more discreet if possible. Of course, that only applies in public places. In the bedroom… that’s a completely different story 😏

And let’s not forget he’s known to be a loudmouth, so the things he’ll tell you are not short of indecent either. This is probably the thing you dislike the most out of his affection. The other you could tolerate, act like no one saw anything (even play the fool if someone alleged they saw something) but THIS???? Nah, it’s just too much—and childish too.

“I don’t think it’ll fit, Naoya” you say, probably about something mundane like a new couch you got for the house.

“Really? But I saw how well you fit me yesterday.” And the way your face turns red is almost comical, more so when the mover was right there, listening to everything, Naoya just had to laugh.

“Shut up!!”

“What? I was referring to the conversation about the couch we had last night, pervert.” lies. The sneaky bastard will act like you’re the indecorous one out of the two for having understood his words like that!! As if you hadn’t known him for years now!

It’s safe to say that it’s really hard to have important meetings when the two are present, so his family would often try to get you or Naoya alone.

But… it wasn’t all that bad, because even when Naoya can be mildly infuriating, he’s also capable of being sweet.

That is something that mostly happens when in private, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the world, more so when he’s spent a long time away from you.

Naoya will reach out for you first thing upon arriving back to the estate, gently cup your cheeks and pepper your face with kisses, telling you how much he missed you and your pretty face.

He’d wrap his arms around you, rest his face on the crook of your neck, taking in your scent as he relishes the fact that he’s finally back to your embrace.

Another thing I think he’ll enjoy doing (you as well) is when he rests his head on your lap, telling you of his day as you thread your fingers along his hair.

Bottom line, Naoya is overly shameless confident when in the eyes of others, but vulnerable with you :>

As for the reactions of the Zen’in clan….

Ogi, Naobito, and Jinichi would stare at him in complete silence/shock as Naoya goes on with his supposed displays of affection. I think that out of the three, Ogi would be the one more comfortable when showing his distaste for it, scowling whenever seeing you and Naoya together, quickly leaving the room as soon as he gets the faintest idea Naoya is to do his usual nasty shenanigans. The rest wouldn’t really care that much, asides from a “Really? Naoya? Ooookay” (and they know better not to interfere at this point 🤪 he's crazy protective of you)

Ranta would remain speechless, face completely red as he catches Naoya’s innuendos. He definitely feels a whole lot of empathy (pity) for you. But when his friend isn’t being nasty, he’s happy that he’s found someone to be vulnerable/happy with 😊.

Junko, Mai and Maki’s mother, is just the same as Ogi, only that she’ll openly tell both of you to “stop it”, and to “hold some decorum” for that’s no way the future leader of the clan should behave. Naoya just laughs it off, you apologize to her in private. At the end she knows it’s futile to even hope to change him—the two were young, after all, (IMAGINE IF HE WENT ON LIKE THAT EVEN WHEN OLDER? Hahahahah, Oh poor Junko) and contrary to her marriage, this was one made out of love so… good for them, she guesses.

Naoya’s brothers would be the ones to openly, even more than Ogi, show their disgust whenever catching his PDA. Naohiko would be the one to exclaim “EWWWWWWWWWWWW” as loud as possible when he sees them, maybe do some puking noises too? haha

Naofumi would initially not understand what the hell Naoya is going on about and why you’re so embarrassed all the time, but when he does get it, oof, he’ll disappear as soon as it begins.

And Naoaki… well he’d just try to avoid the two as most as possible in general lol. He never liked seeing people making out anyways... (uh who does???)

At the end, Naoya’s behavior would worsen become more and more obvious, especially when the two have their first kids 😊 He just loves you too much, he needs you to know that—that the others have issues with it he doesn’t care 🥺 all that matters to him his you and his new family.

ajgfakghagk Thank you so much for sending in this ask!! I hope it was to your liking ❤️

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you #prompt series: jujutsu kaisen

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its-time-to-write · 6 months

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hi my lovely !!

i’m such a big fan of your jamie work and was wondering if you would consider writing about jamie using bantr ??

like she works at richmond and jamie had like a massive light bulb moment when he realised who he’s chatting to but also that he may be are falling in love

totally get if not on your radar !! x

Here you go!! I haven’t written a fic with Bantr yet, so this was fun!!

not saying you’re in love with me

Dating apps aren’t really your thing. But to be honest, are they anyone’s thing? Or are they like resumes, where everyone just pretends they’re easy and lies about their qualifications?

It doesn’t matter, because you’re on one anyway.

Keeley Jones (damn her) had hunted you down and practically begged you to sign up for Bantr.

“Look, you’re young, sweet, and mad fit. Can’t have a bunch of hot footballers in the app and no ladies!”

You had groaned as you put the chicken for today’s lunch in the oven. It’s not easy being Nelson Road’s on-campus chef. There are diet plans to follow, and a million hungry boys all the time.

It also means you can’t escape Keeley when you’re in the middle of prepping lunch. As soon as it’s served and cleaned up, you can go home. But for now, you’re at her mercy.

“Keeley, just because I’m the only twenty-something girl on staff here doesn’t mean that I want to date a footballer. Go bother Samantha. She’s what, thirty and goes on dates every weekend? She’s a perfect candidate.”

Keeley pouts. “I’ll set up your whole profile for you. You don’t even have to tell me if you’re talking to someone, just if you like it, yeah? I’ll help you with meals for a week.”

You point your tongs at her. “You will not even think about touching my food for the rest of eternity,” you warn.

“So you’ll do it, then?” Keeley asks, giving you the full puppy dog expression.

You consider for a moment. You’re single at the moment, and have been for a good long while. It wouldn’t hurt to be on Bantr and anyway, it’s not like anyone will know who you are.

“You’re sure it’s anonymous, then?” you ask.

Keeley jumps up and claps her hands with a squeal. “Totally! Oh my god, I’m so excited for you. I’ll set it up right now. Give me your phone.”

You point to your bag. “It’s in there. Passcode is-”

“Already know it,” Keeley interrupts. You’re not going to question how or why, you just nod and throw your gloves in the trash.

“Hairnet looks great on you, Keels,” you say conversationally.

“Fuck you,” she replies, not looking up from your phone. “And- done! You’re ready to start bantering. Ooh, there are a LOT of men nearby! Wonder how many of them are part of AFC Richmond?”

You shoot her a glare, but she just grins. “Put my phone away,” you tell her.

She slides it back into your bag. “Just promise me you’ll tell me if you like it. I’ll never ask for anything ever again,” she promises.

You roll your eyes with a laugh. “Sure thing.”

—

STRIKE09 has sent you a message

You grab your phone as soon as it lights up. Keeley’s going to be fucking thrilled that you’re enjoying Bantr this much, and that you’ve been chatting with someone for a week.

You open your phone to your chat.

STRIKE09: finally off work

STRIKE09: how’s ur day

STRIKE09: burn anything?

BAKERGURL22: that was a one time thing!!

BAKERGURL22: work was fine. got off early so I could try a new recipe at home

BAKERGURL22: hbu?

STRIKE09: not bad. lads stole all my lynx so im going to boots to get more

BAKERGURL22: u really know how to romance a girl

STRIKE09: ah shit yea should probably try harder to impress u

You chuckle. Whoever STRIKE09 is, he’s been impressing you from the first day. Always asking questions about you, but never too invasive. Flirty, but not over the top. You’d set your age range in 20s-30s, so you were relatively confident this wasn’t some old creep.

Your phone buzzes so you look down again.

STRIKE09: what did u make today?

BAKERGURL22: lemon cupcakes. not very healthy but super delicious

BAKERGURL22: I have to cook all this healthy stuff at work and sometimes I want to unwind and bake something with too much sugar ya know?

STRIKE09: bet theyre mint

BAKERGURL22: no they’re lemon

STRIKE09: oi, we got a comedian

BAKERGURL22: look, I had to make plain chicken and a salad with fucking olive oil as a dressing today

BAKERGURL22: it was so gross. I apologized 2 the staff but like, it’s what they all requested

BAKERGURL22: worried im gonna be banned from cooking ever again

Across Richmond, Jamie Tartt nearly drops his phone in Boots. He knows exactly who the girl on the other end of this conversation is. The question is, do you know who he is?

He’d assume no, based on the way you’ve been cagey about work. Not private enough though, because he remembers you making a face earlier that afternoon as you said, “Sorry this lunch is such shit, but I guess you all probably don’t care. I swear I’m a better cook than this.”

Jamie had smiled and kept moving, but he’d been thinking about your scrunched nose all day and the sweet way you said sorry.

What are the odds that he matched with someone who worked in the same building as him?

Apparently pretty high.

Jamie’s not really present the entire time it takes him to check out. He’s grateful that the combination of his hoodie plus the tired teen checking him out means he doesn’t have to talk to anyone.

He kicks off his shoes and flops onto the couch as soon as he gets home, trying to figure out what to say. Should he say anything? What if he does and you decide you don’t like him?

He shrugs it off and puts his phone away for the night.

—

You frown at your phone for the hundredth time this morning.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Keeley asks from her position at the coffee pot.

“Haven’t heard back from my Bantr match. It’s really strange. We were talking last night and then he just stopped responding. He at least sends me a good morning message, but I haven’t even gotten that.”

Keeley gives you a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, babes. Ghosting is an epidemic. Have you looked at any of your other matches?”

You shake your head and say, “Nah, I wasn’t really interested in them. I really fucking liked this guy. He was sweet, funny, and so good at flirting. I dunno, maybe it’s easier to be like that because it’s all through a screen, but it felt like we had an actual connection.”

“Well, you don’t have to message anyone else if you don’t want to. You can delete the app altogether.”

You say, “Thanks, Keels,” then go back to chopping vegetables. One bright spot of the day is that lunch will be less shitty than yesterday.

You slide the vegetables in the salad just in time. You hear the familiar rumble of AFC Richmond coming in from the field so you plaster a smile on your face and get ready to pass them their lunch.

—

The rest of the afternoon slides by in a haze. You put an earbud in as you wash the dishes, say goodbye to the office staff, then head out the front door to your car. Someone calls your name and you jump. “Jesus, Jamie.” You turn around to see him push himself off the wall by the door. It looks like he’s been waiting there.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “You headin’ home?”

You say, “Yeah, I only work for part of the day. What are you doing out here?”

Jamie wraps his hands in the front of his shirt and considers what he’s going to say. He’s been thinking about it all morning, and he’s still not sure what the right approach is.

“Look,” he begins hesitantly, “y’know how Keeley’s promoting Bantr?”

“Yeah,” you say.

“I been chatting up this girl, like, and she- I dunno, I really like her. I was thinking we could meet in person but I don’t know if she’ll… fucking… want to.”

Christ, he’s stumbling over his words like a goddamn fool.

You raise an eyebrow and say, “Okay..? Are you looking for advice?”

You’re beyond confused right now. This is the longest Jamie has ever talked to you, and certainly the most awkward he’s ever been. Usually he takes his food with a wink and a “Thank, love.” Sometimes he’ll even through in a compliment.

Jamie untucks his hands just to shove them in his pockets. Fuck it.

“I know it’s you,” he says bluntly. You open your mouth to say something, but he keeps talking. “Figured it out last night when we were talking. You made lemon cupcakes yesterday, yeah? You hated lunch yesterday and said sorry for it like a million fucking times. My username is fucking stupid, just my position and number.”

He stops, unsure where to go from here. Meanwhile, your brain is whirring a mile a minute.

“You’re Strike09,” you say slowly. Jamie nods and you slap your forehead. “Oh god, I was flirting with you! Shit, this is so fucking awkward. I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have done it if I knew who you were.”

“No, that’s the thing.” Jamie takes a few steps, closing the distance between you. “Don’t think we would’ve done it if we fuckin’ knew each other. But we did. And we like each other.”

Your head is still in your hand. This is too much. You’re conscious of the fact that you’re still in your hairnet.

You look at him just long enough to ask, “So what’s your point?”

“We should give it a go.”

You snort. “Yeah, right. What’s your actual point?”

Jamie looks at you incredulously as he says, “That is my actual fucking point! I like talking to you! I think you’re fit! I know I’m fit and you like talking to me. I sneaked out of training to talk to you. Told Roy I weren’t feeling well, and he’s gonna send someone to check on me soon so if you have a real reason why we can’t try dating, I want to hear it.”

“I don’t,” you admit. “It’s just a lot to process.”

Jamie nods. “Yeah, alright, yeah, sure. Let me know. Um, I have to get back before someone finds me. I’ll see you around.”

“See ya,” you halfheartedly reply.

You think about Jamie the entire way home. You head straight to the kitchen and mechanically begin pulling out baking supplies. Cooking is fun, but it’s also your job. Baking is how you unwind. You’re halfway through an orange tart when you realize what you’re making.

“Damn it!” you cry. Fucking Jamie. You smack down your spatula and grab your phone to text Keeley with a request. She responds almost instantly with Jamie’s phone number.

He picks up on the second ring.

“You rejecting me over the phone now?” he quips.

“How’d you know it was me?” you ask.

“Keeley,” he replies, and you can’t stop a smile from spreading across your face.

“Same,” you say. “I wanted to tell you that I thought about it, and I want to go out with you. I don’t know when you’re free, but I’m around after 3pm pretty much every night. God, that sounds super lame.”

Jamie laughs. “So if you sent me your address, I could be at yours in…”

“Fifteen minutes,” you supply.

“Set a timer, babe,” Jamie says. “Bet I can make it in ten.”

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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mari-lair · 6 months

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Kou never mistakes Hanako for a human, and I find that interesting.

He heard about Amane from Nene, who had front roll seats to his past and gained an intimate wake up call that "Hanako is not a 'magic being' from a fantasy book, he was a student, who is now dead"

His death is not a conflict for Kou though, is just who he is. He is well aware the ghost is dead, so what Nene shares isn't a revelation, is just small pieces of the puzzle that is Hanako: the understanding he used to study here.

Kou has no real link to Amane, he never met the guy. Even when explicitly talking about Amane, Kou has no mental image of this 13-year-old who killed his own brother, he can only picture Hanako, the ghost.

Kou doesn't interact with 'Amane' in Picture Perfect either, the very few interactions they have are super short, and always started by Hanako in his Amane disguise.

The one time Kou approaches him is because 'Amane' was carrying an unconscious Nene, so he gets curious, and shows that he doesn't trust him.

But when he learns it's Hanako, he is delighted. It doesn't matter that Mitsuba is acting weird, and that he still didn't get any answers, cause is Hanako! Hanako his buddy!

He never had a wish for Hanako to be alive, to be his classmate, so he doesn't feel any desperate attachment to the idea of 'Yugi Amane' like he did with the idea of 'Mitsuba Sousuke' only ever seeing him as a wrong version of Hanako from the start. Is not real, so of course he doesn't trust him.

His view of Hanako cannot be separated from him being a ghost.

Hanako is the one who properly introduced Kou to the world of supernaturals and served as an informant on the Far Shore when Teru kept him in the dark. He teaches Kou about rumors, boundaries, supernatural festivals, and introduces him to the complex feelings some of the dead may have about lingering on the Near Shore.

There are two main mentalities Kou has when it comes to Hanako, the first is 'I don't know enough about Hanako to tell if he is a threat, he is so weird, I want to learn about him' The second is 'he helps me and Nene. He looks after us, he is our friend.' and usually he focuses on the second.

But the "i need to gauge if he is a threat" mentality is just as important as his attachment to Hanako.

It's what makes him keep an eye on him and occasionally act like a judge, trying to figure out what is going on with him, which is a hard task.

Hanako does a lot of good and bad things to Kou.

He sealed his exorcist staff, which debilitates him through basically the whole manga, but he helps and saves him and Nene when called, he lies and is selfish, but he seems to only lie for silly things or what Hanako seems to believe is the greater good (the tears eye drops, Nene's lifespan). He seems guilty and burdened by his murder but he did murder someone. He is important to Nene, he is important to Kou, and so on.

Is too much to keep track of. Too hard to give a judgment.

So he focus on his feelings way more than logic, and he is very inclined to have a positive view of Hanako. He wants Hanako to be good. To be a friend.

He does notice his slimy behavior and he does change his perception of Hanako, slowly understanding him better and growing more wary of what he says, more careful when trying to read him.

But his doubts aren't nearly as heavy as his hopes for Hanako: He believes he wants the best for them.

If we go back to the scene where Nene is talking about Amane, there is something she says that sticks with Kou, something that immediately catches his attention "Maybe I shouldn't be his friend"

Unlike his death, this is a conflict Kou relates to.

He is making donuts for Hanako as they speak, absorbing everything he learns about the guy and using the information to help Hanako because he wants to cheer up Hanako.

Hanako being important to Nene is important to Kou. They are a group to him, and he isn't alone in his uncertainty.

Kou keep this mentality of just doing what he wants for a while, childish as it is, but slowly, he is forced to give Hanako more thought, to take him seriously.

His view on Hanako has been tipping to the negative recently. He always knew about Hanako being strange and full of secrets but he can't dismiss it anymore, since the ghost started lying about big things, like trapping Nene in a fake world and exchanging Aoi's lifespan for hers without Nene's consent. Is not like his usual avoidance and silly lies, he is getting harmful.

Hanako gave Kou plenty of glimpses into his more 'inhuman' mentality. He has shown Kou a lot of hints that pratically scream "Stop trusting me kid."

It piles up.

It becomes harder to know what is a lie. What isn't. What is okay and what shouldn't be forgiven.

Kou keeps trying to understand him and give him the benefit of the doubt , he truly doesn't want to believe Hanako is just an 'evil spirit' after everything they've been through. He is a supernatural but he is his teacher and friend too, that got to mean something.

But he doesn't have a clear answer. He can think as hard as he want, he still has no idea what is going on inside Hanako's head, he just wants to believe is something for Nene's sake. Because even if he isn't sure what Hanako thinks of him, he wants to believe he wants Nene to be happy, that his care for her is strong and genuine.

Besides the conflict between "he is an apparition, he is a friend" There is also the way Kou is dependent on Hanako.

Hanako is extremely helpful, he gives him all the answers related to supernaturals. Even when Kou didn't trust Hanako, the ghost already took the role of 'the guide' in the group, offering Kou something he always wanted: Information on supernaturals. A ticket to be part of a world Kou had always wanted to be part of, but his brother had sheltered him from.

Kou always goes to Hanako when he is in trouble. Regardless of how shady he acts, Hanako always helps.

So when he tells Kou he is incompetent, it gives him a wake up call.

Kou always had an inferiority complex, but this puts into perspective how he relies a lot on Hanako. He doesn't solve anything by himself, he either follows Hanako's lead, or faces a dead end.

Kou has a lot to think about after that. He doesn't want to keep relying on Hanako, he wants to take action himself, to be something that doesn't follow Hanako or Teru's lead.

He focuses mostly on Mitsuba, convinced the supernatural needs him, but also goes back to the promise he made with Teru.

This 'what do you want to do?' moment gives insight into a lot of relationships, but I'll only focus on what it says about Kou's view of Hanako here.

Kou is usually very sweet with Nene, but he is direct to the point of being cold here, he calls Hanako "The evil spirit of a murderer" as he had when he first met him all the way back in chap 3, It feels like an ultimatum. A judgment.

Hanako is dangerous, he needs to exorcise him. Part of him wants to exorcise Hanako. But he doesn't want to exorcise his teacher, his friend.

This brings me to his wish on the Red House.

Before talking about his wish I want to point out what his wish isn’t: Kou doesn’t want Hanako’s help, advise or support. He doesn’t want Hanako to give up on trying to help nene either, so he is still depends on Hanako's actions to save Nene to some extent, he doesn't believe he can do it himself, nor does he want the pressure of being believed.

He wants Hanako to be a problem that’s easy to deal with, an evil spirit that’s undeniably evil.

Things would be much easier if Kou could exorcise him: It would prove it to himself, teru, and Hanako that he can be an exorcist, it would eliminate any possible anxiety about what Hanako will do next, and it would give Hanako what he wants, Kou wouldn't disappoint him again.

When he pictures Hanako, he is happy and sweet looking, almost innocent. He may have decided he need to exorcise Hanako at some point, that is the right thing, but he doesn't really... want him gone.

He consistently has exorcism in mind when it comes to Hanako post-severance, but he also consistently pictures him happy and friendly. .

"I want to be a bigger help" implies he wants to work with Hanako, so the two help Nene instead of him being the sole person in charge of her lifespan, which is a big big difference from his self-destructive desperation to be the one to help Mitsuba.

"I need to get to the point where I can exorcise him." As it is, Kou does not believe he can exorcise him. He realizes he should, but also that he can't.

What he says when he fights Teru fits into that.

He doesn't agree with Hanako, and he denies the idea that he is doing this for Hanako, choosing to focus on his bond with Nene instead of his exorcism dilemma.

He and Nene have a simple camaraderie he can rely on, a mutual lack of understanding of what to do, but even this more 'safe' decision to be on her side instead of trying to keep discovering his own path got Kou the same reprimand Hanako had given him "You have big ideas but you can't back it up."

Both of the people he looks up to give him guidance told him he is useless. He can not fully relate to exorcists, or supernaturals, the path he is carving for himself, his beliefs, are unclear, easily shaken, and likely useless.

He still wants to be an exorcist, deep down, delighted when Teru gave him a chance. But he can't be an exorcist. Not when he thinks so much about the supernatural, unable to reject them but unable to truly understand or relate to them either.

It makes me sad that Aidairo pushed Kou and Hanako's situation aside, cause they still have a lot to explore, yet all we got recently is these crumbs:

Kou is keeping his eyes on Hanako, his attitude half "I am your friend, I care about you", half "I don't trust you anymore, don't scheme again, bastard" but they don't have meaningful talks with each other anymore.

Hanako will save Kou if he sees him in danger, I'm sure. And Kou will do the same. But their trust is... shaky... and they will never talk about it. Kou won't share that he wants but can't exorcise Hanako and Hanako won't share how much he values Kou. They won't seek each other for help either. Both will slowly yet consistently focus on someone else instead, like a weirdly passive attempt at detachment.

So I have no hope for more meaningful interaction between them. Not anytime soon at least... Is truly a shame.

#i know no one cares about them anymore but it's something to pass the time while the chapter is being translated... I guess #ngl I didn't go very in dept... This is half an analysis half me going 'i miss them :('#tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #hanakou #kou minamoto #minamoto kou #jshk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #character analysis

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What would Yan!demon lord Aeron (my first love from your blog) would do if his darling often over exert herself with her work to the point she's sick?

Yandere! Male! Hero! Isekai'ed Adventurer x Fem! Elementalist mage! Reader everyday tidbits: overexertion

Ever since Aeron forcefully got engaged to you, you have been moved into his marquessate and out of the hollow great tree house you had. It's a pity really. As an Elementalist, your mana was greatly benefitted being surrounded in that dense forest that had great amount of mana.

But now...

You raised your staff, aiming at a dummy. Concentrating your whole mana point at the end of your staff. With a little incantation that felt foreign on your tongue, your whole body flinched as a burst of green light shot out, only slightly decimating the dummy in front, making you sigh.

When you got transferred, the considerable depletion of mana made you weak. After all, being as op as you, needs a large amount of mana in order to properly utilize the power you have.

Now, you only have the power of a novice.

"I don't even use a staff and I don't need to do incantations!" You bitterly whispered yourself. Looking at the dusty staff that you pulled from your inventory, you were almost about to cry from how annoying it was.

You hated feeling weak. And being with Aeron made you feel so inferior.

It was also suffocating inside that estate as it's filled with Demonic energy rather than normal mana. It totally contradicted with the mana you need, especially that you also wield light mana, which is a direct combatant for demonic energy.

Everyday since that fateful day, you kept practicing and practicing, intaking mana after mana in order to train your body to reach farther, conserve, and consume less.

It also didn't help that Aeron was pestering you left and right with affection, always making sure you were watched by him with one of the sprites or monsters.

You were never alone, and that made you work harder to prove yourself that you're not weak.

Too bad, the reason why Aeron is keeping an eye on you the whole time is to make sure you don't run away from him, and not because you're weak now.

Your sudden insecurity from being weak was clouding the real issue here.

Day after day, you trained hard to the point that your body is suffering rather than benefitting. Doesn't also help that your mind is slowly deteriorating from the demonic energy slipping through your body as you intake mana.

Blood trickled from your lips, your mind now only thinking of one thing and one thing only. And it's to prove to Aeron that you're still the strong elementalist that he forced to engage.

Your vision is already doubling when you have to lean on your staff to get support.

"Hah... Hah..."

Aeron had enough.

He was watching you from the window. He wanted to give you space, noticing that you've been a bit too... Sensitive when it comes to him. You always yelled at him for being so annoying, and from him discriminating you for suddenly being so weak when in reality he didn't really do anything.

Well, that, and he kind of lied you being weak.

He wanted you to rely on him, so he condensed the demonic energy inside the estate and shooed away the other mana particles.

He didn't know that it would deteriorate your mind!

He's only a new demon king, and not originally from this world too. So how would he know?

He opened the windows, jumped down from the third floor, and immediately got to your side before you actually fell.

"Oopsie." He whispered, holding you close to him.

"Unhand me..." You groaned out, wanting to be alone, and definitely not with him.

"Come on, my lady. let's rest up." His hands met your waist, his breath hot on your ear making you shiver involuntarily.

Guilt didn't even eat him up as he carried you bridal style and hopped on balconies to reach to your shared room.

Okay, maybe a bit guilty as he watches you get sleepy the moment your head hit the pillows.

Wiping your lips from blood, he dispersed the demonic energy in his estate as he nursed you back to health.

And hopefully, you'll see him nursing you back and fall for him even just a bit.

#lizzaneiaelizalde #yandere writing #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere boyfriend #tw yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic

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ughgoaway · 5 months

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also omg?¿ you've probably seen the clips of matty completely breaking character upon seeing gabbriette in the front row (😭😭) like stop i literally cannot take how cute they are but....... its giving spotting teacher reader in the crowd and the way he just m e l t s entirely (the band teasing him after and even annie jumping in oh bye!!)

(he can't help but keep looking your way and the way he absolutely can't stop his smile from growing oh its so bad i fear...)

- (bff anon also needs to learn to stfu)

(THIS IS SO LATE I APOLOGISE BESTIE)

(its also not proofread so apologies for that too)

omg yes I literally must've watched those clips about 20 times over, every new angle that pops up I am LOOKING.

okay, okay, I'm imagining this is after you're already together and have been for a little bit. Obviously, you can't go on tour with him because you do have a job, and matty is MOPEY.

like he just won't stop waiting by the phone for you to text him. Anytime anyone's phone goes off, matty is jumping to his phone to check if it's you. Time difference makes it difficult, but you facetime and text as much as humanly possible.

even just little updates throughout the day, "the staff room had run out of tea bags. call the police." or "I know I shouldn't say this about a student, but ohmygod, timmy o'donnel might be the dumbest kid I've ever worked with. he'd 6, and he STILL spells his name with just one m. HOW!??!?"

sometimes, matty can't respond straight away (much to his disappointment), but when he gets back from sound check to see a text from you? my man is SWOONING. the boys all make fun of him for how giddy he gets, "dude you're like a teenage girl in a movie kicking her legs in bed and twirling the chord around her finger" "shut up"

It's not term time (do other countries call it that? like school time?? idk), so Annie is with Matty, but you're still in work on staff training days. the most boring days according to you

"I mean kids are hard work, but so is having to sit in a room with Mr. Smith for 5 hours as he tries to flirt with me" (needless to say, Matty is NOT a fan of Mr. Smith after this comment, but you assure him that no one could ever get you away from him, and you then tease him about the pink dusting on his cheeks when he hears that)

so one day, when Matty doesn't get a good morning text from you, his heart breaks a little, but he figured you had just woken up late and forgotten. but then lunch rolls around, and usually you Facetime and chat while you're on break, but still, radio silence.

he's worried, are you mad at him? Did he say something wrong? he messages asking if you're okay, but 5 minutes before he's due on stage, there's still no response. To say he's sad is an understatement. Everyone knows to give him a little space today because he is out of sorts.

but also, they know you're coming. you managed to convince your boss that you're sick (think mean girls "*cough cough" I'm sick") and sneak away to come to the Paris show. You had told the boys your plan, expecting some pushback or judgment. But, you got a unanimous "thank god" message because if they had to deal with matty missing you for one more day, they'd fly you out themselves.

you meet Mark outside, and he gets you in and has a spot at the front of the pit waiting for you. you are buzzing to see Matty, and you can't wait until he notices you in the crowd. You're wearing merch that you stole from his drawer, so you're hoping that will catch his eye.

matty gets on stage and distracts himself from thinking of you the whole show. The crowd is crazy tonight, and it's giving him the energy he needs. you're on Ross' side, and he clocks you immediately, waiting until Matty isn't looking when he waves at you sneakily.

the girls around you scream and swoon because who wouldn't when Ross waves at them? you giggle and wave back, but your eyes are immediately drawn back to Matty.

ever since that first concert, your eyes have been drawn to Matty, and seeing them live means so much more to you after that show. seeing it just brings you back to the night of your first kiss (working on this fic btw) and you feel giddy at the sight of him all smiley and dancey.

the good crowd and the sight of annie dancing around at the side of the stage keep matty pretty distracted, so for a good few songs, he doesn't notice you. but when he finally does? it's obviously to everyone in that room that he is looking at something he loves.

he is doing his usual stage antics but stops on the spot and does a double take when he sees you. you can hear the smile in his voice as he sings, but considering how wide it is on his face, you've sure the entire venue could see it anyway.

he finishes the song, doing his best to connect with the whole crowd, but he can not stop his eyes from drifting over to you. by the end of the song, he mouths to you, "I love you," whilst laughing in disbelief, and you just giggle and teasingly wave at him.

now does he call it out on stage??? perhaps... I think if he does he doesn't point you out or say your name he simply says, "I've just spotted by girlfriend in the audience, she's totally surprised me by being here so if the rest of the show is shit- you all know why"

I like to think the fans know matty has a gf but nothing else, no name or what you look like. because you're a non celeb, and he doesn't want you to have to deal with everything he does, and you don't mind either. any way you can stay out of the daily mail you're happy with

the show finishes, and it's not shit like matty said it's amazing as always. you get ushered off just before it ends to stand side stage waiting for matty.

you greet Annie when you get up there though, she's ecstatic to see you and asks whether you're staying, and you tell her you're there for the whole weekend and she shrieks and hugs you again and again. before the boys come off stage, someone comes and grabs Annie to wait in the green room. It's what's safest when there's so much commotion and movement.

she wanders off just as the boys come off stage, and you are immediately engulfed with just matty.

he hugs you, initially holding you tight and burrowing his face into your neck. He smells vaguely of sweat, wine, and cigs but somehow still smelt good.

he pulls back and hold you face between his hands, staring at you and flicking his eyes all over your face as if to confirm it's really you.

Once they hit your lips, he seems to remember he hasn't kissed you yet, so without a second thought, he pulls you in for a passionate kiss. you immediately moan at the contact, and matty uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. your hands rake through his sweaty curls.

a wolf whistle from Ross breaks you apart, and you immediately go red and hide in mattys shoulder, he's of course, unashamed and simply throws Ross a wink, which makes everyone around you burst out laughing.

about an hour later, you're all sat in the green room, and the teasing begins;

"mate you should've seen your face I thought you were about to faint"

"I don't think I've seen your eyes go that wide since Sarah Marshall flashed you her tits at your 18th" (George covers Annie's ears as he shares this anecdote, much to her annoyance)

"I'm surprised you remembered the lyrics after that. You forget them at the best of times"

"OKAY, OKAY, let's all calm down, enough of the teasing, please," matty begs

"You did look very funny though daddy" annie says with a giggle fiddling with ross' hair as she sits in his lap.

everyone laughed at Annie's comment and she lit right up, matty however groaned and burrowed his head into your chest, you teasingly said "there there, it's so hard being a simp I know baby" whilst petting his head.

the laughter continues, and he pulls back with a gasp, open-mouthed at your cheeky comment. but he soon settles back on the sofa and pulls you into his side, and before long, Annie comes running over and burrows herself in between the two of you.

both you and annie fall asleep on the sofa, and matty sneaks a picture before he wakes you up to go to the hotel.

it's his background for the next 6 months.

(also bff, never stfu I literally love you)

blurb masterlist here :)

#this has been in my drafts for a minute #oopsie #but yes simp matty supremacy.#he loves his girl... so what????#annie would so take the piss of him bc she loves how it makes her uncles giggle #sometimes they feed her lines #teacher au!#anon!#bff anon <33333

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Enamored [46] - Vices and Virtues

A.N: Last 2 chapters!❤ I hope you’ll like this one my loves, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Good things come to those who wait.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy.

Word Count: 4300

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In all honesty, this plan seemed easier when it was merely a plan.

Putting it into action though? That was a whole different story.

For the last week, the ton hadn’t stopped talking about your potential divorce and how your marriage was doomed. You knew you were supposed to be happy that everyone believed your deception, seeing that it would work in your favor, and you had managed to convince yourself it was a good thing so far-

Until now.

Your doubts were nonsense, they really were. Anthony and you’d had a wonderful night just like you always did, with him sneaking into your room after every member of the staff had gone to sleep. You had woken up craving each other as usual, but the problem was that both of you woke up a bit late, so the staff was already around the house.

Yet, it wasn’t enough to stop you.

You had managed to be quiet so as not to be heard by the staff but when you were finished, unlike before, Anthony didn’t have the time to hold you in his arms, or whisper sweet nothings into your ear, or even kiss you the way he usually would. As soon as the footsteps of the staff started echoing around the hallway, he hurriedly got into his trousers, pecked you on the lips and left through the shared door to his own room, leaving you there, almost dazed.

Last night was perfect, and so had been the morning—up until that point.

For some reason, that was what made those doubts in your mind about whether his love for you was fast withering as the ton said much louder than before. It didn’t help that Anthony had left even before the breakfast, so when Cecily came to drag you outside so that you could choose the paintings you would use for your upcoming ball from her museum, you still weren’t feeling so well.

“It’s such a lovely place,” you commented as you and Cecily sat in front of a painting and she smiled at you wide.

“Is it not?” she asked. “I still cannot believe that it’s mine.”

“Elias can have good ideas, as rare as they are,” you pointed out and she let out a giggle before putting a hand over her slightly swollen stomach, making you smile softly.

“Do you feel better?” you asked. “With the morning sickness?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I’m getting quite used to the morning sickness, that’s something.”

“Is it that bad still?”

“Mama says it gets slightly better in time,” she said. “And you?”

“Me?”

“You look a bit…” she trailed off. “Is everything alright?”

You paused for a moment, then tried to smile.

“Of course,” you lied through your teeth. “I’m just tired, I sent all the invitations yesterday and was up all night planning the last part of the scenery in the ballroom.”

“I must admit, I knew your ball would cause a great expectation within the ton, but even I didn’t see that theme coming,” she said. “I’ve never been to a Vices and Virtues theme at a ball before, neither has anyone in the ton. So many people are excited about it, I’ve heard them before I visited mama this morning.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes,” she said. “Absolutely. It’s the perfect ball to end the season. Do you want to hear the gossip?”

“Sure.”

“A lot of men are coming as vices because they think it’s more fun, and as expected a lot of mamas are going to make sure their daughters come as virtues because it’s fitting to unmarried ladies, or so they say,” she said. “What is Anthony going to be by the way? Lust?”

That managed to make you smile and you took a deep breath.

“Well, that was his first idea,” you said. “But then we realized Elias is going to be there, so…”

“Mm, good point. Then?”

“He will be Pride,” you said. “It’s quite fitting if you ask me, at least for when we first met.”

“I would say your costume should be Modesty to go along with his Pride, but I doubt modesty fits you,” she pointed out, making you scoff a laugh.

“I’m not that bad!”

“So will you go as…love?”

“I’m not going as a virtue,” you said. “I’m going as a vice.”

Cecily gawked at you and blinked a couple of times. “You’re going as a vice.”

“Yeah.”

“Y/N, all ladies are going as virtues.”

“Not me.”

“Oh everyone will lose their minds,” she muttered. “What vice will you be?”

You tilted your head. “Wrath,” you said. “I already ordered my gown, it will be blood red and my jewelry will be all rubies.”

“Blood red?”

“Yes.”

“The whole gown?”

“Yes.”

“My goodness,” she said. “Everyone will talk about it until the next season.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s the sign of a well-planned ball.”

“Or a scandalous one.”

“Scandal is in my blood, remember?” you asked and nodded at the painting. “What is this called by the way? I don’t think I’m familiar with it.”

“Oh it’s Truth, Time and History,” she said. “It shows that… that history is a witness when time reveals the truth.”

You raised your brows.

“Can I borrow this one for the ball as well?” you asked. “It should go well with…well, what has been happening lately.”

“Of course, but on one condition.”

“What?”

“You will tell me what’s wrong.”

Your eyes snapped up to hers before you shifted your weight. “I told you, I’m tired.”

“Yes well, forgive me for not believing it,” she said. “Y/N, what is it?”

You bit inside your cheek, dragging your gaze from her to the painting again.

“We share everything, will you really not tell me?”

“It’s not that,” you muttered. “It’s just that….I’m genuinely tired, Cece. Of this pretending.”

A look of realization dawned on her face. “Y/N.”

“At first it was fun,” you murmured. “But it’s not anymore.”

“It’s almost over.”

You scoffed a bitter laugh. “If you say so.”

“No, really—Anthony said it himself that Frederick claimed he could help him with aftermath of divorce, about the land he will give you,” Cecily insisted. “It’ll be over soon, you’ve held on this long. Don’t give up now.”

You heaved a sigh and she sat up straighter.

“Did you talk to Anthony about it?”

“No because I can’t,” you said. “I can barely see him during the day, and most of the time he comes home in the middle of the night. Anytime I’m within anyone’s earshot I’m supposed to have fights with him, and we’re almost never alone—besides, what am I going to say? It was my decision to go with this idea, he wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t ask him to.”

“I know it’s hard,” she said, reaching out to hold your hand. “I know, but I promise you, it’s almost over.”

A silence fell upon you and you took a shaky breath.

“I hope you’re right,” you said. “Because it’s starting to feel less like we’re pretending each day.”

You had cut your trip to the museum very short, and had gotten back home around the afternoon. Unsurprisingly, Anthony wasn’t home and you still had hours until one of the vendors would arrive to go over some of the decorations you had ordered for the ball, so you went straight to bed, telling Lucie that you were feeling a bit under the weather and didn’t want to be disturbed.

You missed him. It was simple as that, even though you lived in the same house, you just missed kissing him, being with him, actually talking to him, enjoying a stroll outside, waking up in the same bed with him.

You laid there for nearly an hour, waiting for the sleep to come just so that you could perhaps wake up feeling better, but it felt nearly impossible. You were so lost in your thoughts that the noises coming from the hallways and the usual chatter of the staff was almost inaudible to you until you heard the fast footsteps approaching and the door opening, making you frown and turn your head. Anthony closed the door in an instant and strode to you.

“What happened?”

“Anthony you probably shouldn’t be here, if the staff sees or hears you—”

“Lucie said you were feeling sick,” he cut you off, pressing the back of his hand on your forehead to check if you had a temper, that familiar warmth filling your heart. “I will send for the doctor—”

“I am not sick,” you told him, trying to smile. “I just felt tired a little so I decided to lie down, that’s all.”

Anthony’s dark eyes searched your face, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“Tired?” he repeated. “You?”

“It happens, as it turns out,” you rasped out. “I’m as surprised as you are.”

He shook his head. “No, that’s not normal,” he said. “The doctor must see you immediately.”

“I’m not sick,” you insisted. “No need for the doctor, I promise. I’m just…”

He swallowed thickly, worry etched in his handsome features and you reached out to smooth down on the frown lines on his forehead, your heart skipping a beat.

“I thought you’d be outside today?” you changed the subject. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” he nodded and entwined his fingers with yours. “More than alright, I actually came to tell you something.”

“What?”

“Do you think you can come with me to the study?”

You bit inside your cheek, then pursed your lips.

“I don’t want to fight today,” you said. “The staff is already convinced, and I don’t think it’s necessary right now.”

He shook his head fervently. “No it’s not for that.”

“Well then, I don’t think it’s a good idea if—”

“I have a gift for you.”

“…A gift?” you asked, blinking a couple of times in confusion. “What gift?”

“I can bring it here but I left it at the study just now, before Lucie said you weren’t feeling well.”

“No no, I’m fine,” you said almost instantly and pushed the covers off of you, your stomach doing a happy flip. “What did you get me?”

Anthony smiled and raised your hand to press his lips on the back of it.

“Come to the study in five minutes,” he said and kissed your temple, then walked out of the room. You tilted your head, that fog of the gloom clearing out just a little though not completely from your heart, then cleared your throat and checked whether you looked nice in the mirror before leaving the room as well.

You made your way downstairs and looked around to check whether any member of the staff would see you, but it seemed clear enough so you softly knocked on the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind you in a haste. Anthony’s grin widened and he made his way to you, then covered your eyes with his palm, making you giggle.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a surprise,” he said as he went behind you and walked you towards his desk carefully. You reached out your hands as if that would help you not to fall, and you rounded the table, then stopped.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

He lowered his hand and you looked down at his desk, then held your breath upon seeing the thick leather bound ledger.

“You got me a ledger!” you said with a happy smile. “To keep the accounts for the ball, I love it!”

He let out a chuckle. “You’re supposed to open it darling.”

“Oh!” you said and reached out to open it, furrowing your brows. There were many different sketches of a beautiful house—a manor, in fact— in the middle of tall trees and a lovely flower garden. It seemed familiar somehow but you couldn’t put your finger on it especially without seeing the rest of the street, so you grabbed the next sketch, showing the interior of the house. You let out a breath, running your fingertips over the sketch of the foyer, then turned to him.

“I don’t understand,” you admitted. “What is this?”

Anthony’s lips curled into a grin.

“Do you remember how I said your wedding gift wasn’t ready yet?” he asked. “Now it is. It’s your house, my love.”

Your breath got caught in your throat and your eyes snapped up to his, the sudden excitement making your head spin.

“…What?”

“The paperwork is finally completed,” he said and pulled the paper from underneath the sketches. “The moment you sign here, it’s yours.”

“It’s mine?” you asked, gawking at him. “You got me a house?”

He nodded, obviously pleased with your reaction.

“You’re jesting,” you managed to say in disbelief, “Anthony you—surely you’re jesting.”

“I’m not and it’s all yours darling,” he assured you with a small laugh. “Waiting for you in Paris, whenever you want to visit.”

Your jaw dropped.

“In Paris?” you asked and all of a sudden you realized why the house looked familiar.

“Wait a moment,” you whispered after a beat, looking at the sketches again. “Wait, Anthony this house—”

“You told me about the street you grew up in,” he said with a soft smile. “And apparently, one of the houses there was put on sale around the time we got betrothed.”

Happy tears rushed into your eyes and a sob climbed up your throat as you flung yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lifted you up, holding you tight and you let out a teary giggle when he put you down, then you pulled back to look up at him.

“I thought—” you wiped at your eyes in a haste, “I feared it was coming true…”

“What was coming true, sweeting?”

“That you were losing your love for me,” you admitted. “The way we have been pretending.”

He scoffed a chuckle. “What?”

“It doesn’t matter—”

“No wait,” he told you. “Tell me. What made you think that?”

You swallowed thickly and bit on your lip.

“This morning,” you said. “You left in a hurry, so I thought perhaps all this deception was somehow affecting your feelings for me, that it was making you love me less.”

A look of realization dawned on his face and he cupped your cheek, caressing over your cheekbone with his thumb.

“Darling, nothing could make me love you less,” he said. “And all this deception is just that. A deception for the ton, not each other.”

You entwined your fingers with his, heaving a sigh.

“And as for this morning,” he said. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that it would make you think that. I left in a haste because if the staff saw me in your room…”

“I know,” you said slowly. “I just miss you, that’s all.”

“I miss you too,” he said, nudging your nose with his, making you giggle. “But you know what I thought of?”

“What?”

“After this whole act is over,” he said. “We can go to Paris and see if the house fits your taste. Like a second honeymoon?”

You beamed at him. “Really?”

“Mm hm,” he clicked his tongue. “That is if I’m invited.”

“Oh if you’re invited?”

“It’s your house after all.”

You hummed, pretending to think about it.

“Well I suppose I can grant you that favor,” you teased him before the thought flashed in your mind and you held you breath, “Can I decorate it?”

“It’s yours my love, you can do whatever you want with it.”

You covered your mouth to hide your gleeful squeal, bouncing on the balls of your feet before you tugged him down by his shirt so that you could kiss him. His arms sneaked around your waist as the familiar desire burst through you, and you pulled back to shoot him a mischievous smile.

“Would they hear us do you think?” you asked, nodding in the direction of the door and he smirked at you, then lifted you up to sit you down on the desk, making you giggle.

“How quiet can you be?”

“I don’t know,” you said, almost shrugging your shoulders in a nonchalant manner before you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Let’s find out.”

The next day you had woken up much better than earlier, and you had to try especially hard not to let anything slip in front of the staff. Even though you wanted to skip on your steps and hum a song, you knew you were supposed to pretend to be upset, so after Anthony had woken you up with kisses and left to meet Frederick, you took a long bath and spent your entire day going over the preparations for the ball. You had yet another meeting with another vendor and you and Lucie met him in the yard so that you could talk to him about the scenery in garden.

“So what I mean is, Mr. Kilby, I want the yard’s setting to be the complete opposite of the ballroom’s setting,” you said. “The ballroom will be more focusing on soft and pleasant things symbolizing virtues, the yard on the other hand will symbolize vices, so anything dark and dangerous.”

“I understand my lady,” he said. “I’ve heard you’re putting a small fountain in the ballroom to mimic a waterfall?”

“Yes, and it will be surrounded by a decoration of flowers all around the ballroom,” you said. “I still cannot understand how exactly that fountain works, the vendor kindly explained yesterday but…”

He smiled at you. “You have your expertise, we have ours my lady.”

“That is why I’m not questioning it,” you joked, smiling back. “So for the garden, I want the opposite of it. While the ballroom is to look peaceful and ethereal, the yard should look like—”

“A den of vices.”

“Precisely,” you said. “And I’m told that your fireworks are absolutely the best in the country, and I was hoping you could help me.”

“It’d be my honor, my lady.”

“I want the theme to be fire in the yard,” you said. “Something big and loud, and intimidating.”

“I have the right product for that,” he said. “How long do you want the firework show to last?”

“Around half an hour, so that all guests can see it on their way in.”

“Half an hour…” he murmured to himself, scribbling something on his notebook before he nodded to himself and ripped the paper to give it to you.”

“The number of fireworks and the price my lady,” he said. “If you’d like to show it to Viscount Bridgerton as well.”

You took a look at the number and nodded. “I’d like to put in the order now actually.”

“Of course my lady,” he said. “I’ll start working on them when I get back to my shop. And if I may suggest something?”

“Certainly Mr. Kilby, please.”

“There’s a circus in town as you’ve probably read about,” he said and you nodded. “I did business with them last year, so they know me. How would you feel about having fire breathers in the yard, as a part of the performance as well?”

You gasped, pressing a hand over your chest. “Oh my goodness, I would love that!”

Lucie cleared her throat and shot you a look, and you heaved a sigh before turning to Mr. Kilby again.

“And is it completely safe, Mr. Kilby?”

“Yes my lady, I can assure you it’s very safe,” he said. “If you’d like, I can talk to them and come back tomorrow with their director around this time?”

“Oh I appreciate that so much,” you said. “And please know that Viscount Bridgerton and I will make sure to recompense for your help in fixing this meeting as well.”

“You’re very generous my lady, thank you,” he said and walked away from you and Lucie raised her brows at you.

“Fire breathing?”

“Just imagine it Lucie!” you motioned at the yard. “The ton will go insane!”

“The ton will go insane when they see your gown my lady, I doubt you should set someone on fire to make it certain.”

“It’s safe!”

“It’s fire!”

You waved a hand in the air. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“If a lady or lord that I don’t like catches fire, I’m not going to help you extinguish it,” Lucie pointed out and you held up your hands.

“Fine, I’ll ask someone else to throw water on them,” you said. “Happy?”

“Very.”

You let out a laugh and linked your arm with hers.

“Great,” you said. “Now come with me to the kitchen, I need your opinion on the dessert options.”

For the rest of the day, you had been so busy that you had barely gotten the time sit down. It felt as if you were running everywhere, and it was only around dinner time that you felt like you could stop working on the ball. Anthony was still outside, so you had dinner alone and once it was over, you insisted Lucie to join you for a glass of port in your bedroom before going to bed.

The last thing you remembered before falling into a deep slumber was that you so desperately wished for Anthony to be there beside you, and that was why when you woke up to his soft kiss on your neck, his pleasant scent filling your nostrils, you were half convinced that it was a dream.

“Anthony?” you mumbled, your eyes fluttering open to find him sitting there on the bedside, his fingers slowly caressing your hair. “What time is it?”

“Three in the morning.”

“You just got home?”

“Yeah,” he said. “But I have a good excuse. I had to make sure.”

You rubbed your eyes, still trying to wake up. “Make sure of what?”

“That we had what we needed,” he said, his smile widening. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I got it.”

You furrowed your brows. “You got what?”

“A land contract with Frederick’s signature on it,” he said, his words washing away every trace of sleep from you, and he reached inside his waistcoat pocket to pull out a paper. “I got it.”

You sat up straight in bed, your heart beating in your ears. “He signed it?”

“He signed it.”

You snatched the paper from his hand to look at it, your eyes darting over the lines as you covered your mouth.

“How?”

“Well, we drank some and I brought up your mother and her divorce,” he said. “And how I needed a new house to send you away after divorce away from London, and… he had this ready, and he tried to feed me some nonsense story about how the name in here belonged to a friend of his, and how purchasing this land would be good for me. I told him I would look it over tomorrow when I sobered up.”

You let out a breath. “Oh my God.”

“I know, and I wasn’t even tipsy. Who could’ve known all that drinking with Eli would actually pay off? My tolerance is extremely high at this point.”

You blinked a couple of times, still holding the paper tight as if it could disappear any moment.

“We have the proof,” you whispered. “Anthony, we have the proof!”

He nodded and you hugged him tight, unable to stop the smile on your face before you kissed him.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too darling,” he murmured, caressing your cheekbone. “See? It’s over now. No more of this silly deception, or fake arguments or sleeping in different rooms. I’ll get it to the court tomorrow, and by nighttime he will be away from you forever, punished for his crimes.”

You looked down at the paper, then furrowed your brows, your thoughts like a storm in your head.

“When you give it to the court,” you said. “It takes them a day then?”

“Well, he’s an earl and forgery and fraud is a capital crime,” he said. “So it will take them less than usual, I’m guessing a day. Why?”

You nibbled on your lip and looked up at him.

“If he’s captured tomorrow, not enough people will see it.”

“It will hit the papers very fast darling.”

“Yes but—” you said, gritting your teeth. “He dragged my mother’s name through the mud in front of the whole ton, Anthony. He deserves to go through the same.”

Anthony tilted his head. “Do you want him captured in public then?”

“Do you think he’d get suspicious if you stalled him a couple days more?”

Anthony shook his head. “No, not really. I can just tell him I’m drafting my appeal for divorce to the parliament, that’s why I didn’t get the chance to contact my accountant to buy the land yet. Why? What do you have in mind?”

You smiled slightly.

“Well, the ball is only days away,” you said. “And the whole ton will be there, and most importantly my whole family will be there. I think we all deserve to see him dragged out like the traitor he is.”

“You want him captured at the ball?”

You nodded your head. “Yes. It’s already a celebration, I don’t see why we can’t make it a celebration for two occasions. Our love and my revenge.”

Anthony chuckled. “If that’s what you want,” he said. “Yeah. I can give it to the court in the morning of the ball, and to make it better I can give them the exact place he will be that night.”

You tilted your head at the paper before meeting Anthony’s dark gaze.

“Good because I want the whole ton to see when he gets what he deserves,” you muttered, your smile widening. “And I want to enjoy that view from a good spot.”

Chapter 47

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-> 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒. 𝐏𝐓.𝟐

robin arellano x reader

-> you and robin are best friends (pt.2) (no finney)

-> struggled a little coming up w/ new scenarios 😒 but yas here's sum more moments with robin!!

you sat outside of the boy’s restroom waiting for robin to come out, something was off about him. you noticed that when, instead of rambling about what movie he saw recently, he didn’t speak, not one word left his lips. as he exited the bathroom you stared at the small cuts on his face, the bruises on his arms, the bandages on his hand, and the somber look on his face. silence enveloped the both of you as you walked towards your home.

robin threw himself on your couch and almost passed out until you walked out with a record player, you set it down gently on the table and inserted the vinyl disc onto the turntable. with the music drowning out his negative thoughts, robin finally drifted off to sleep. you watched as his eyes closed and the small breaths escaped his lips.

a few hours passed and robin finally woke up, a familiar scent filled his nose and he walked towards your kitchen as saw that you were cooking. (fav. dish) was something you always made when you actually felt like cooking. he sat down at the table that was supposed to be for you and your family, and put his head down. he almost fell back asleep but you setting a plate down in front of him kept him awake.

"here ya' go." you said, sending him a sympathetic glance towards the bruises on his face.

"thanks. love you." he mumbled before quickly eating the meal brought to him.

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the two of you sat on the curb outside of your neighborhood, watching old cars speed past. probably one of those older teenagers; you thought, leaning your head on the hand that was resting on your knee. you saw a couple walking down the sidewalk and remembered something; a card you made robin.

"oh, i forgot but happy valentine's day." you said, handing him a poorly (but hand crafted) made valentine's day card with one dollar on the inside.

“thanks, wow, i feel kinda bad because i didn’t make anything for you. dude, give me like a day and i’ll make you something.” he promised, putting the card in his back pocket.

“it’s fine, i didn’t expect anything from you anyway.” you laughed.

“don’t even, next time i’ll get you something for sure.”

“sure.” you rolled your eyes.

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"ROBIN! look it!" you shouted at him, running towards him as he was walking into school. he paused and looked at you, now walking, towards him.

"i finally got the walkman everyone's talking about!!" you cheered, now accompanying robin while moving throughout the school property.

“those cost like 200 bucks right? you did not pay for that yourself.”

“well duh, i paid half, and my parents paid half, it was a gift for my birthday.”

“how much cassettes you got?”

"i only have like four, so far."

after a bit of walking, the two of you find a nice secluded area to sit near. it was close to your first class but not his, his was on the other side of the school, but he didn't mind being late, it's not like the class was that far; he always told you.

you pulled out the cassette tapes you liked and put on of them into the walkman, you pressed the play button and gave robin one of the ear buds. ten minutes went by and you and him spent the whole morning time listening to music together. the bell rung notifying the start of first period.

"alright, robin let's go—." you paused, robin's head lied on your shoulder, clearly sleeping. light snores left his lips and you decided to not move, not leave him.

you both were in a secluded spot behind the school so the only staff that would see you would be nosy janitors or other people skipping. you leaned your head on robin's and switched out another one of your mixtapes. god this was such a hassel, i hope in the future i can just play songs instead of constantly having to switch; you thought.

#the black phone #the black phone x reader #tbp x reader #the black phone x you #robin tbp #tbp robin #robin x reader #robin x you #robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #fanfic #fluff

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celticcrossanon · 8 months

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Hello Celta, I’ve a reading request if you’re interested. Can we get bead on if Charles was involved in any way in bringing about the Martin Brasher interview? The reason I ask is there’s a court case involving Charles Spenser and the BBC. He threatens to sue if the filmmaker requesting the documents under the FOI act implicates him in any way in the deception of Diana to manipulate her into an interview. What I find confusing and puzzling that he offered up the original account statements that was used as a basis for the forged statements purporting to show payments to staff members. (The filmmaker is making a documentary on this matter, and has requested the documents under the FOI act). Spencer says under oath he did not collude with the BBC and no such information is out there in the public domain.

1. Who asked him to provide those statements?. 2. Who determined that Diana would find the forged statements persuasive? 3. Why would she find it credible in the first place? 4. Who’s idea was this?

I’ve been looking at KCIII and CSW in a new light since January 2023, I’m beginning to see possible patterns here or I’m just imagining these two are capable of the worst actions. By the early 90s the marriage was well and truly over and it’s my belief that C&C started intensely upping the ante in any way they could to push for a divorce. It was extremely cruel to let her believe that she was being spied on in her own household and that William was part of it, supposedly wearing a listening device on his watch. It more than gaslighting, it’s very sick and sadistic.

Tom Bower was saying that the BBC lied about there being only 73 pages of documents. Turns out there’s now over 3000 pages of documents. And they’re still trying to cover it up. I wonder how far up the food chain it goes, and if there was any Royal interest in making this interview happen, and if that’s the need to cover this up.

Could this be one of the secrets that Charles sees William uncovering? Andrew’s documents have been buried until 2065. I wonder if there will be a push to get this buried similarly. I wouldn’t put anything past KC.

Hi AnonymousRetired,

Yes, you can get a reading on that. I have added it to my list and I will get to it after the anniversary of Her Majesty's death, which has me unsettled at the moment.

This is going to turn into an even bigger mess than it already is, I think. I think the BBC is in 'protect ourselves' mode, hence the cover up and the lying. The whole situation makes them look very bad so I would not be surprised if they are trying to bury it.

I do not want to think that anyone from the royal family was involved with the Bashir interview in any way, as that is just horrible. It was wrong what they did to Princess Diana, especially turning her against her own child. As you said, that is just cruel.

There have been rumours that Charles Spencer was involved in the interview. I remember hearing about this years ago. Not that he forged documents, but that he was involved in the payment of people or something like that. If I am remembering correctly, then maybe his behaviour is in part because he is reacting to those old rumours. He may just want to clear his name of any smears that are being whispered about him.

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the only reason my parents know my tti facility was abusive is because i was very nearly gooned to another one in hawaii. my first one was in oregon. i got brainwashed. i was psychologically and institutionally abused. i never once got restrained or assaulted or killed. i am one of the lucky ones. because i didn't go to a program Like That. i knew that there were programs out there that did those things. but my program wasn't one of the bad ones. they didn't hit us. they didn't leave us outside at night in below freezing temperatures. they didn't physically restrain us. i thought the people who ran away from my program were just being rebellious or dramatic. breaking program. i didn't realize i was being abused too. because from the beginning i was taught that the way we were treated was normal. in fact it was good because it wasn't Like The Other Programs.

this is what brainwashing is. it's not about wiping someone's mind. it's not about controlling them like a puppet. it's not about making their eyes glaze over so they're just a zombie. putty in your hands. no brainwashing is a teaching process. it's shaping someones mind. it's controlling their environment and thoughts behaviors opinions existence until they can be controlled. not because they don't have a mind of their own but because their mind agrees. because that's all they know now. i knew about those other programs. my peers within the program had their own stories of worse ones. getting frostbite in the woods. permanent injuries from carrying packs that were far too heavy and didn't fit their tiny bodies right. not being allowed to so much as look at anyone else let alone talk to them or god forbid touch them. for three months straight. i heard about programs like that.

i didn't realize being forced to sit at a table in complete silence and being made to ask for permission to get up for anything as small as going to the bathroom. while everyone else around me could talk and move as they pleased. i didn't realize that was abuse too. because i wasn't on a "silent table" (the name for that punishment) when i was at school. only when i was as the house. because i was on a silent table for a reason. i still hadn't finished a monumental assignment so i was put on a silent table to finish it. it was my own fault. i didn't realize it was abuse. because i knew the rules and i broke them. and they didn't hit me. they didn't kill me. i didn't realize it was abuse when i was alienated from my peers for a day because i wouldn't take my meds from a staff member that i fully believed would be willing to give me the wrong ones. i didn't realize it was abuse because other people had and are still having it worse than i ever did.

i didn't realize it was abuse because, as much as it may sound awful to you, it was normal for me. the punishments i got were because i broke the rules. i still can't bring myself to use the word "refuse" in the context of my own actions and choices. did i ever think i was being treated unfairly. oh yeah for sure. i had a staff member lie and say that i had gotten physical with them. that i'd hit them when they were attempting to wake me up. i didn't. but i had no other witnesses and a staffs word meant far more than mine. so i got punished for it. and would you believe this happened twice. the second time was the same reason i was unwilling to take meds from a staff member. she lied about me. got me in tons of trouble. and i didn't feel safe taking my meds from a woman who would do such a thing to me. i said i'd take them if someone else would administer them. it took about an hour for that to happen. i got punished for that hour of refusal. so yeah. i wasn't treated fairly. many such cases etc etc. but i didn't realize the whole thing was abusive. i just thought certain staff were evil to their core (i still think this about those staff btw). i didn't think the program itself was bad. i didn't know. i didn't know. i didn't know. do you think all the kids who've died have known. why they were killed. i wonder how many of them thought it was their fault.

i almost got gooned to a place in hawaii. they told me i could go willingly with them or unwilling with a "transport service." i chose the third option. but even that program is a light sentence. it even has a mocking nickname among treatment kids because it's notorious for being easy compared to other places. my parents only know my tti facility was bad because telling them was the only thing that was gonna get me out of going to another one. if i hadn't told them. do you think they would've figured it out on their own. would they have been guilty for sending me their. they are now. i relish in that guilt. sometimes i like to twist the knife a little. remind them that i'm broken and it's their fault. just so i can see that guilt surface. maybe that's mean. i don't really care. they stopped being human to me the moment i realized they should have known better. that it was abuse from the very start. that even dressed up in pretty words it was still abusive. do you think they would've realized? if i'd died there? do you think they would know it was their fault? do you think i would have gotten justice in my posthumous existence?

i don't think so. i think they only know because i told them. and i think i only told them because i knew full well i was in danger.

my tti facility held me for two years, five months, and one day. and i didn't die. an unnamed twelve year old boy in north carolina was held for one day. and then he was murdered. a boy in the woods. with neither face nor name. was kidnapped and held for just one day before being killed.

i don't consider him luckier than me. i lived. but i consider him lucky among the murdered. because he didn't live long enough. he only made it through one day

do you think he'll get justice?

i don't think so

#swingset #tti #you can reblog this if you'd like #or not idrc i just needed it out of my head #breaking code silence #breakingcodesilence #not sure if it really counts as breaking code silence because i didn't and wont be naming the programs but this is the most detailed #i've gotten in public testimony so i'm tagging it anyway

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it's cookie Anon and I feel...terrible. But anyway -that one Loki meme-. Please can I ask for a Scenario with Leona and Rook (I love those assholes), where fem MC was in an abusive relationship before being transported, it was more verbal abuse than anything else. Please make Mc have chubby features. Thanks for your attention and here your daily cookies!🤲🏽🍪

Hi cookie anon, glad to see you back

I have good news and bad news

The good news is that I’ve been in that exact situation and I know how it feels. If that’s something you’ve gone through, I promise you’re not alone, it wasn’t your fault, and I will gladly punch someone in the face for you

The bad news is that this particular request, as requested, is fairly triggering for me.

Don’t worry, though, I won’t leave you without some content, it’ll just be a little different and pretty short. Enjoy “beating the shit out of your bully with your boys” time! :)

Class Fight

Characters: Rook Hunt, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto (briefly), original male character, reader

Cw// brutal violence, blood, fatphobic comments, bullying, swearing, fighting, mild body horror, damaged teeth, biting

You staggered back, wiping your bloody nose with the back of your sleeve while you locked eyes with him.

The ‘he’ in question was a jackass from Diasomnia named Lance Pratt, bully extraordinaire that managed to piss you off beyond reason.

In classical high school asshole bully fashion, Lance was prone to yelling comments like:

“You’d look prettier if you’d lose some weight.”

“You’d make great arm candy if you weren’t so fat.”

“Are you sure you should be eating that?”

And after one particularly exhausting day being Crowley’s errand boy (girl), and wrangling half the fucking student body into behaving, the very last thing you needed was some jackass making fatphobic comments and trying to neg you.

So you punched him.

And he punched back.

It was a truly brutal thing. He had tried to grab you and carry you off, only to be met with two fists aiming for his temples. He threw you down and you retaliated by kicking at his knees. He fell and you pulled at his hair, screaming the whole time. Every blow was met with a one of matching pride and power, and every time he let out a whimper or yelp, it was met with schadenfreude.

It’s hard to imagine the magicless prefect in a screaming, crying, hair pulling, biting, rough fucking fistfight, due to their gentle disposition. It’s even harder to imagine someone making fun of the way they look - who in their right mind would do that? Nearly every boy in school was drooling over those curves, nobody was stupid enough to tell them “you’re ugly” (what dumbass blatantly lies to someone he thinks is hot?)

Regardless, this was the situation that garnered the attention of everyone nearby. Student, teacher, staff, ghost, dorm head and vice dorm head alike. Everyone stool, dumbfounded or cheering at the spectacle before them. As a crowd gathered around you two while you exchanged blows, you were interrupted by a lion’s roar.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Leona hissed, stepping into the circle and positioning himself between you and Lance.

Soon, another body entered the arena, standing at your opposite side.

A cream white handkerchief was in your vision, now, and a soothing voice added, “Clean your nose, trickster. We can deal with this.”

Leona glared at Rook, then at Lance, then glanced back to you. “What did he do?”

“He’s been making…comments. For about the past month. I…”

Leona held up one hand, a sadistic glint in his eyes as he cut you off, “Then the creep’s right. We’ve got this from here. Just enjoy the show.” He winked, then nodded his head toward Lance, who looked ready to piss himself as Leona and Rook turned to him with matching menacing smiles.

Lance began to run, but one weak little jock can’t outrun a lion.

The two gave chase, and the group chased them in turn while you stood at the edge of the hall.

In the near perfect silence you wiped away the blood on your face, eyes trailing to the bruises blooming on your knuckles and forearms. You wondered what your face must look like. Probably black and blue, if your other bruises were an indicator. The silence was broken by the clicking of dress shoes approaching on the tile.

“My, my. I wasn’t expecting this.” Azul said, strolling up beside you, “I’d heard there was a fight, I hadn’t expected you. Are you alright, Prefect?”

You sniffled and looked away, face hidden behind your hair as you stared down at the bloodied handkerchief Rook lent you in your hands.

He took a worried look over you, then took the handkerchief and wiped away the last trickle of blood from your nose. “Come, now, prefect. You wouldn’t want to miss the show. Rook and Leona notoriously hate each other, and they’re working together just for you.”

You and the shady businessman walked down the hall, Azul worriedly hovering his hands near you in case you stumbled (you did, Lance kicked your ankle hard and it hurt like hell). As you rejoined the crowd, you caught a glimpse of Leona, ripping up Lance’s uniform, while Rook smacked the shit out of him.

Your eyes went wide as Leona bit down on the boy’s forearm, blood staining both of their skin, as well as Leona’s shirt and teeth.

Rook wound back on his haunches before swinging a right hook across his body, landing directly against the bully’s jaw. There was a crack and a meaty grunt followed by a scream, and blood began to spew form his mouth. He had evidently bit through his tongue and cracked his teeth in one go.

Everyone was cheering, more so because there was something interesting going on than for your revenge. But that didn’t matter.

For once, it felt like Night Raven College was safe. Not for Lance, of course, but for you. If you had told them sooner, they would have done the same. If you had hit him sooner, the same thing could have happened.

Every dorm and vice dorm leader would have your back. But what meant it most was Leona. The normally lethargic lion had bared his fangs in defense of you, at little more than a word as to what happened, and was currently ripping this guy to sheds.

You had never seen him nor Rook so focused, and it took a few more moments until someone attempted to pull them off Lance. Apparently he had been knocked unconscious some time ago.

As Leona and Rook were frog marched off to Crowley’s office and Lance was dragged off to the infirmary, Leona turned to give you a wink and a smirk. When Leona turned back, Rook threw a glance over his shoulder at you with a bright smile and blew a kiss.

No, nobody would be fucking with you again. The whole school got that notice by the end of the day.

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #azul ashengrotto #twst mc #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst #leona kingscholar #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #content warning: violence

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jvstheworld · 8 months

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The Buffy Re-watch: S2E7 (part 2)

Lie to me

A vampire stealing a book? And one of Giles' at that. Nothing good will come of this.

Dru talking to a dead bird because she wants it to sing for her. Yeah, you're supposed to feed your pets, if you can't then get someone to do it for you. But it really just adds to her insanity.

Spike is jealous of Angel. We will understand later why because of the second half of this season and in the season 5 episode 'Destiny'.

Spike is very loving and gentle towards Dru. He might be harsh with her at times, but after seeing how he upset Dru, he immediately apologises and wanted to to make her feel better.

Then Ford shows up out of nowhere. You just can't get the staff these days Spike. Probably because you don't pay them.

Ford has seen too many movies. Cool it dude.

Politeness is always a win, even from Angel.

It is for Buffy to decide if she loves you and trusts you, Angel. You can't make the decision for her, that's not how relationships work. She needs to know the truth about Dru as she is just as much of a threat as Spike is.

Angel, back in his most evil days tormented Dru, stalked her, killed the people around her, her family, then after escaping to a convent and taking her vows, he turned her. He turned her insane. Because before she was turned and Angel began his campaign of terror against her, she was a normal person, and he destroyed her, for fun. Because he could. That is completely fucked up. And Drusilla is probably not the first person he has done this sort of thing to, she is just the one he kept along side him.

Do the people in the club just hang out there all the time? Do they not have homes, jobs, lives to go to?

Buffy works it out fairly quickly when she arrives in the club.

Ford's plan is a good one, it's just sad he has to offer up his former friend to escape his fate.

The Buffy Wiki page for this episode says that Ford has brain cancer. I understand why he wants to be a vampire. It's better than dying to a terminal disease at a young age that will ravage his body and mind, because there's something that can keep him young and make him immortal. I've seen first hand what cancer can do to someone and it was one of the most difficult periods in my life that I'm still dealing with years later. For Ford, it is better to be undead and live as a demon, which he isn't deluded about, unlike the others in the club. His greatest fear is being permanently dead at 17/18 years old, which is why he is willing to do all of this. He's supposed to have his whole life ahead of him, but that's been taken away from him and it makes him desperate to hold on to the world because he's not done with it.

Buffy, despite being traded to a vampire that wants to kill her, still feels sorry for him and what he having to go through. She can't understand his pain, but still feels for him. Buffy's ability to sympathise and empathise makes her not just a good hero, but a good person.

Oh shit, I forgot to add this point in to the part where it happened. So earlier in the episode Drusilla talks to Angel about being covered in Buffy because he is in love with her, and this is mirrored later in 'Fool for Love' with Spike when they are in South America, when they have the flashback showing how Dru leaves him for the Chaos Demon. My bad for not putting it in the first part for this episode, I had it in my notes around this point when re-watching the episode and forgot to add it to the beginning. Could I edit the first part to include this point, yes. Am I going to? No. Why? Because I show my fumbles and make myself laugh them when I realise it.

Dru in her weakened state is always going to be a liability to Spike's plan.

Even Drusilla looked pissed off at Ford for his audacity to ask for his reward after the cock up that just happened.

'For the body.' Damn that is cold from Buffy.

Again, vampires attending the Toph school of metal bending to get out of the bunker.

Spike was right, he didn't see him living forever.

Growing up sucks and navigating it and the world and your emotions is difficult. It doesn't get much easier as you get older. the best you can do is keep asking for help and to keep trying.

Buffy says the thing again ( the title of the episode, I mean).

Then Giles tells a grieving Buffy a fairy tail to console her.

One last point, this will not be the last time we see 'Chanterelle' our girly vampire wannabe. She appears in the season 3 opener with a new name, Lily, then she appears in Angel after taking Buffy's alias working at a homeless shelter, the same one Gunn goes to on his last day in the final episode of Angel.

That's it for this episode, tomorrow we delve in to Giles' dark history with a second appearance from Ethan Rayne.

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #rupert giles #angel #btvs s2 #buffy rewatch #tv show thoughts

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Hi! I think the biggest difference between Jikookers and Tkks as a whole is the conspiracy theory thing.

Most Jikookers I've seen on the bird app, post and retweet Jikook's moments from original content, concerts, lives, Run BTS, interviews and behind the scenes. No matter how tiny of a moment, it's still a cute moment.

A vast majority of them is OT7 with a bias towards JK and JM (as it should be, being OT7 with your own biases. Solo stans who blatantly hate the other members and their achievements? Yikes).

And, of course, bad apples are everywhere but, personally I very rarely saw Jikookers hate on Taehyung. Most post Jikook's interactions with all the other members as well, including Taehyung, or simply only post about Jikook. I don't think anyone actually see Taehyung as an "enemy" in the bond between JK and JM.

We love their bond whatever that may be, we listen to what they told us over the years, and the consistency of their behavior in those years and yes, most think they are indeed in a relationship.

Tkks post the moments of their biases, but a big part of it is edits or sentences taken completely out of context, blatant mistranslations (and not by mistake), and straight out made up lies. All of this, seasoned with an unhealthy dose of conspiracy theories.

This is one of the biggest differencies in my opinion. Almost all Tkks believe there's a conspiracy, corroborated by HYBE, the members, staff, their families and everyone around them, that keeps TH and JK apart. And they keep brainwash about it anyone who listen, especially baby ARMYs and younger people.

And it's not only just that, because for this absurd theory to function, they have to explain how come TH and JK barely interact, and how come, instead, JK and JM are always attached at the hip or looking lovingly at each other (on stage, on interviews, in lives, behind the scenes and their own recounts of their free time).

And that's where it gets even more toxic, cause I don't care if people think TH and JK could be in a relationship, my problem comes when they blatantly forge photos and subtitles and outright make up moments and interactions and shit on Jikook's bond, to fit their narrative, and think there's a conspiracy and the bad guy at the center of it is JM. Cause most of them outright hate JM. Most twitter accounts on JM and Jikook report pages are Tkks insulting and threatening him and his family. Because if you don't take out JM and Jikook's bond out of the equation, Tkks' theories are simple bullshit.

They don't even care when call out with actual proofs and original content. Most would simply answer with "I don't care what you're saying, for me it's like this" or "Jokers got mad". They don't care about truth or reality. They transformed their ship into a fictional one where the "characters" should behave like they want them to and if they don't, they simply change the narrative, while insulting JK and TH too for not behaving like they want.

The whole fanservice discussion is purely stupid. Every behavior by anyone on a stage is some sort of fanservice cause they're there performing for their fans, but that doesn't mean it isn't genuine affection, especially in BTS' case, where we know exactly how much they love each other (at least the actual fans know). But the affection is not even the point cause only Jikook get called out for their interactions. Everybody else's interaction is perfectly fine and genuine and cute, but when it's Jikook, everytime is a wave of Tkks belittling them, their characters and their bond, at best calling them fanservice and scripted, at worst calling for harassment and abuse (and this is fucking serious).

And all this hate isn't even called out if not by Jikookers, cause the so-called big OT7 accounts don't say anything about it and barely post Jikook themselves not to run into Tkks' bullying and losing followers.

Sorry for the endless rant by all the double standards of this fandom are making me crazy.

"They transformed their ship into a fictional one where the "characters" should behave like they want them to and if they don't, they simply change the narrative"

YES. YES. YES!!! ALL THIS!

#anon #ask #jkkrs #the subgroup #shippers #toxic stans

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Pinkie Nails

syo kurusu x self!ship wc: 1049 tags: mentions of ed/slight angst/long distance not beta read!

sorry! i will not ever write a syo kurusu x reader. he is the only character i will do this for!!!! i have a very special attachment to syo kurusu. i will write x readers for other utapri boys but not syo. he loves me the most in the whole wide world!!!

syo finally had time for a ‘date’ while he was out on tour. making time in his temporary room somewhere cold in Europe. we caught up and i told him how work was going. he told me that once he gets back he wants to talk about me working less. but he understands my desire to be busy instead of wandering around such a big and lonely house. we decided to paint our nails to match. at first i was worried about people asking him about the strange pattern, but he assured me he was going to be on a radio show. unless the host brought it up, there was nothing to fear.

“have you been eating properly?”

his sudden question caused me to flinch as I stiffened up in the camera screen. my attention turned to the tips of my toes now curled in my fuzzy socks and i smiled weakly. “uhhhm… yes.” i lied, and i felt bad about it. i had my phone propped up on the night stand, tilted against the lamp as i painted my nails with syo on the other end doing the same. his suspicious frown made me antsy. “what did you eat for dinner?” he asked as i paused with my painting. “toast.” my response was too fast.

now he knew i was lying. “why havent you been eating?” his voice softened as i raised my eyes to watch him screw the cap back onto the small bottle of pastel pink polish. “im eating! i just havent been feeling very good.” not entirely a lie. i didnt want syo to worry about me. ever since we met, hes been the only person to encourage me to eat during the day. even going as far as to praise me when i did, as if i completed a herculean task. “i dont like eating alone too so… since youve been gone i dont really have anyone to eat with.” i laughed tiredly as i went back to painting my nails, leaving my pinkie nails pastel pink, while the rest were black. syo had done the opposite so we would match.

“ill be back the moment our tour ends. im sorry i couldnt bring you on the road with me.” he apologized before blowing on his nails to assist them in drying quickly. “its fine. it wouldnt be a good idea for me to come along anyway, idols arent supposed to be married.” i teased and pulled my knees closer to my chest. “then what are we?” syos question made me look up in thought. “well, if any rabid teen girls ask, im your stylist! or… im a girl with an obsession whos stalking you!” i suggested, but syo didnt seem too amused with my ideas. his electric blue eyes bore into me through the screen of the phone.

“i would rather say youre my wife.”

i could feel my face burning all the way up to my ears. “maybe when you officially decide to retire.” i muttered as i started to blow on my nails as well. “when i retire, i want to tell the world that were married.” syo stated as i looked at the phone, feeling my face start to sting from the heat. “and that weve been married for a long time.” i was always against the idea. i saw it as a safety issue, and so did most of the staff in charge of STARISH. an idol is in love with his fans, he should be married to his work. not some girl no one has ever heard of.

“haha! you havent blushed like that in a long time!” syo snickered as i leaned to hide my face from the screen, laughing to myself as i imagined being in the public eye, hanging off of syos arm. i was scared, but it was also exciting.

as our nails dried and exhaustion set in, he watched me preform my nightly routine of stuffing my hair into my bonnet and cleaning my glasses. “you have to work tomorrow? i want to look at something less physical for you-”

“i like doing physical stuff.”

“honey, thats what a gym is for… well… actually… no, nevermind.”

he trailed off and i started to pout. “what? tell me.” i asked before starting to smile. “do i look sexy in my bonnet?” i asked jokingly before starting to pose for the camera with a smile. “yes, as always. but thats not what i was going to say.” his laugh was weak and my smile began to evaporate as i made my way to our shared bed that would be hosting only one person tonight. “you just… look smaller than when i saw you last.” syo explained with a frown as i crawled under the weighted blanket and pulled his pillow closer to my side.

it still carried his scent of apples and undertones of flora.

“Its just the camera. i look the same.” it might be a lie, ive been working on loosing weight but i didnt think it was noticeable. “... did you really eat dinner?” the sound of hurt in his voice made me feel even guiltier now. “no… but i promise i did eat today. i just dont feel good.” my stomach started to churn. “im sorry…” i apologized, sniffling and quickly wiping away my tears. “im not upset with you. i didnt mean to make you cry…” he trailed off as i turned off the lights and shut off the camera. “im crying because i lied… thats all…” it was just a hard topic. and when he caught me i always felt terrible. “lets talk about something else before bed, like what we want to do when i see you again.”

i smiled and nodded beside the phone as i took my glasses off and dropped them on the nightstand. “can you sleep with me tonight?” i requested meekly as i laid the phone on his pillow, inching closer and closer while wishing he was there beside me. “of course i can.”

we spoke quietly about our date ideas when we finally met again, all while i admired my pastel pinkie nail in the darkness of our bedroom. and i had a feeling syo was looking at the black nail he painted.

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