#Like I don't get the thought process I'm genuinely perplexed

[fishhateme]

hey quick question why the FUCK is max flying to baku with hulkenberg and norris of all people??

Hulkenberg is just kinda meh but this whole lando-max toxic friendship just keeps getting weirder and weirder

Like maxy baby do you not realize this man is ready to mock you the SECOND he crosses the finish line before you why are you surrounding yourself with enemies (is it because you were raised to an unattainable standard and now a subconscious part of your brain thrives to please people that can only harm you because-)

Also danny almost immediately going back to ig for the first time in A While™ only to post seven random pics and two movie clips i cannot for the life of me figure out the meaning of? Either very random and hastily put together or a clumsy way to try to say something

Idk the vibes are chronically off is all I'm saying I'm not gonna speculate but my boys are acting WEIRD this rawe ceek

[xotication]

☆,

how i think tattoo artist ken & slightly generic y/n would cross paths..

alright so, i think y/n would have a somewhat boring job. maybe you work in an office, a coffee shop, yk something of the sort.

you'd follow the same routine everyday; wake up, go to work, come home, eat, rot, sleep, repeat. it was starting to get a little bit sad, sometimes you didn't even know where to begin to make the change.

one day you're sitting at home on your day off, mindlessly scrolling through instagram. one of your good friends juuzou posted a story & it happens to be a new tattoo he just got. he didn't have many but he was starting a tattoo journey for sure. you pondered a bit.

"maybe this is what i need.." you said it to yourself & quickly shot juuzou a text to see where he gets his work done.

he immediately ends up calling you.

"y/n, are you getting a tat??"

"yeah i think i might. i want some change in my life zo, help me out, yeah?"

he wastes no more time & just sends you the address of the shop he normally visits. he refers you to one of his favorite artists too & reassures you that he does really beautiful work.

that's all you needed to hear. with no real plan, you got dressed & set out on your way to the tattoo shop. it was about a 20 minute drive so that gave you time to think up at least a little something.

juuzou texts you, "i'll meet you there, i have GOT to see this.."

you laugh & send him a couple emojis before focusing on your drive once again.

+

you're now in the shop, looking at all the art that littered the walls. now that you're here in the flesh, hearing multiple tattoo guns & seeing others getting pierced.. it was all overwhelming. juuzou notices the look on your face.

"oh come on, you can't back out now. we're already here."

he was right.. you wanted to do this, there's no going back, "you're right, i'm not backing out. i'm gonna do it"

"alright. i'm gonna go grab the artist okay? sit tight."

you did, still thinking of what you were gonna tell said artist when they asked what you wanted. your main thought was, go big or go home.

+

"hi, are you the virgin?"

you practically choked on your own spit. who just asks that..?

"the tattoo virgin.. nothing to do with your sexual relations.."

"oh. yeah."

"nice. i'm kaneki, i'll be the one designing your tattoo, & of course tattooing you. do you have any questions or concerns? do you know what you want done..?"

"well first, how bad is this gonna hurt..?"

kaneki chuckles, "where are you getting it?"

"uhm, my thigh"

"ah.. it'll sting lots but you're a big girl. you can handle it, yeah?"

your cheeks get warm upon hearing his remark, & juuzou looks between the two of you, already not liking the tension between you.

(not in a jealous way, more of a, really.. my best friend? way)

"why don't you tell him what you want, y/n."

...

"& i want there to be fire too, maybe coming out of it's mouth, or somewhere around the body of it. i dunno, but def some fire.. please"

juuzou & kaneki sat there, perplexed.

"what.. what?? don't tell me you can't do it.."

"nono, trust, i can do it. i just wouldn't expect for a girl like you.. to want a tat like that."

"a girl like me?? juuzou what do you think?"

"i mean, i- yeah. it's definitely a tattoo."

"i'll start drawing it up, you can tell me what you think & if you want any changes to be made. this is gonna be on your body forever so don't be afraid to tell me if there's something you don't like, okay?"

+

after a long design process, you guys finally got the perfect drawing.

now it was time for placement, & skin prep.

"can you take your pants off?"

"what????"

"uhm y/n.. how else is he gonna put a tattoo on your thigh?"

"oh..." you clearly didn't think this out very well.

you removed your pants & sat on the cold leather chair.

kaneki grabbed a fresh razor & shaved the area, just in case of any hair. then he places the stencil, & asks you to go look in the mirror to see if you like the placement. you genuinely love it, so you sit back down.

kaneki begins piecing his tattoo gun together & reality is setting in. you're really about to get a tattoo, a HUGE one at that.

you decided on a piece of a dragon with fire coming through the twists & turns of the body. not only that, but it was going to be a color piece, so that means extra time & work- on top of the line work & shading.

you were too caught up in your own thoughts until you heard the tattoo gun start up.

"you ready, y/n?" juuzou asks you & you violently shake your head no.

"you'll be fine, sweetheart. i'm all ready so, let me know when you are." kaneki tells you.

you sat there for a bit & then finally gave him the okay to start tattooing.

"holy fucking shit!" the pain was like nothing you'd ever felt before, & you were not enjoying it in the slightest.

you just started & you already wanted it to be over. to think you had multiple hours of this to endure? you wanted to shrivel up & die in the middle of this tattoo shop. how were you gonna survive? would you?? god, you didn't think you would. you were damn near biting your fist trying to resist screaming out in agony.

"you got this y/n, just remember to breathe, okay?" you felt like slapping kaneki for saying that.

you hadn't even really paid attention to him but now that you’re stuck in this chair with nothing else to distract you. you took notice of all his tattoos. i mean, they go from his neck all the way down his ankles. how he managed to do it? it's beyond your own comprehension.

you thought this was going to be your first & your last.

+

it had been 3 hours. juuzou left & kaneki was just finishing the last couple of touches.. before color that is. but that'd be left for another session, much to your dismay.

"alright, y/n, you're all done for today."

"for today..? what. why can't you just finish it now..?"

"that'd be a lot for you. it's your first tattoo & you're already overwhelmed with pain. plus, your skin is puffing up. i think this is a really good place to stop, hun."

"ugh just give me a 30 minute break. i wanna finish it today."

"no. it's done for today & that's that.

"oh fuck you."

"excuse me?"

"sorry."

"mhm. i'm gonna clean it & wrap it. then i'll go over the treatment & aftercare process & you'll be good to go.. after you pay me of course"

"mkay."

...

"you should take down my number so we can discuss when would be a good time for you to come in."

"uhm, can't i just call the shop?"

"well yeah, but why do that if you could just text me directly."

"mmm.. okay"

the two of you exchange numbers, you pay him, & he sends you on your way home.

the whole way there, you couldn't stop thinking about how you really just did that. it still hurt like fuck, but you'd live.. hopefully.

+

it was around 9pm, you were showered, & cozy in bed. damn near ready to just knock the fuck out after the day you've had..

ping!

"you still hanging in there, pretty?"

it was kaneki.

here you are tat artist! ken obsessed anon ^.^

[butmakeitgayblog]

Hard to say but I think ADC has been trying to shake the lesbian fandom for a while and for me this puts the nail in the coffin. She's made some truly terrible choices before and I don't blame her for every thing but she's not a messy teen making these decisions. She wants to appeal to the male gaze with her modeling and her thirst traps and I'm not interested anymore. Waste of talent.

I'm genuinely saying this with kindness, I think maybe you need to take a breath and step back here. Because this is reading very parasocial relationship to me, and I don't think that's healthy for you.

She is an actress. She wants to act in wide varieties of things like most actors do rather than being typecast. She has said herself she never even expected to be in the sci-fi/horror genre to begin with, but those just so happened to be the jobs she landed at the beginning of her career. Her moving on and branching out to different kinds of roles is good for her as an actress. It's good for her career and her bank account lol.

I personally find the thirst trap comment particularly raised-eyebrow worthy because the woman barely posts on social media at all. She keeps a very defined line between her personal life and all of her fans, gay and straight alike. She posts pics of herself that she obviously thinks are pretty and chic, mixed between 47,000 pictures of her dinner and random walls. She knows her looks are a commodity in her field because I'm assuming she's not stupid, but beyond bolstering her image for modeling opportunities (none of which have been male gaze oriented at all I'm sorry but they haven't), she's explicitly said she enjoys getting dolled up and looking pretty. I don't think it's fair at all to insinuate a woman enjoying that is somehow doing something wrong or provocative. And even if she is trying to be provocative, why is a woman intentionally being sexy and confident in her looks on social media a bad thing?

As for the wanting to leave her lesbian fans behind, I really have no idea what to even say to that. I don't agree at all. What I do think is that she wants to broaden her fanbase. It makes sense that an actress wants her work to be seen by more and differing factions of people. Again, assuming she's not stupid or blind, she has to be well aware that her queer fans are ride or die (mostly), so.... overall I'm just not entirely sure what exactly it is you expect her to do to show she appreciates the support. Only ever play queer characters? Never have a male love interest on screen? Never take roles that require her to be anything other than chaste? Thank her queer fans in every interview? I don't mean that in a smartass way, I'm just genuinely perplexed by this thought process because what is she supposed to do?

Honestly and truly I'm not trying to be an ass to you here or even dismiss you. I just think that maybe you're attributing some inner feelings you have and are projecting them onto her, when all it really seems like she's doing is just being out here trying to work and live her life

[blackwoolncrown]

also I'm being so genuine here like not trying to be funny but as a majority, white ppl still don't seem to understand body care/bathing

I'm TRULY not trying to be iinsulting it's just that there is a long long history of various non-melanated ppl meeting melanated ppl and the latter going OH wow wtf do you bathe? and the paler ppl being like " stand under the sun for a few hours a week, yes" or some shit and the melanated ppl being like ummm here is soap

like with the exclusion of Romans y'all don't seem to consistently generate exfoliation behaviors without outside influence to this day ...why?

There was a video recently of ths one yt lady scoffingly admitting she didn't wash her hands at home, and another of two ladies on a podcast talking about how absurd they thought it was to use a washcloth--

and pay attention here bc this is key

--because wiping your anus w a washcloth seems gross and rubbing your urethra with one sounds like a good way to get a UTI

and this!!! is what I mean!!!! when I say y'all don't seem to *understand* the bathing process. Like it's so far fetched to do more when it comes to bathing that when y'all think about it you're imagining far fetched shit no one does (like rubbing your inner cooter w a washcloth) or just moon jumping over common sense

there was a poll on here just recently w yt ppl in the tags talking about how they only wash their bodies w their hands and using a washcloth seemed gross bc 'wouldn't it get dirty?'

??????

so you'd rather leave that dirt on your body????

so it doesn't occur to you that wash cloths get washed with the rest of your laundry????

like too many of y'all are truly confused by the finer aspects of hygiene to this day

tangentially any time black ppl online talk about how we wash chicken thousands of yt ppl rush to the comments to call us dirty and stupid for 'spreading salmonella' bc they read about studies where other yt scientists 'washed chicken' w water and concluded that it spread germs and didn't clean the chicken...

and none of them stop to consider that we don't wash chicken to remove salmonella (that's what cooking is for??) we wash it to remove the old blood and fatty scum from the meat and we typically use citrus juice and/or brine, not fucking water.

there was another thread recently on removing shoes in a home and ofc it was spread largely down racial lines when it came to the responses. And it's wild to me how many yt ppl where vehemently set on how 'ridiculous' it was to be asked to remove their shoes upon entering someone's home...like no general awareness of how gross it seems to track every kind of outside matter from the streets into a house

like culturally yt ppl find various types of cleanliness practiced by non-white ppl so absurd that they insult it or cant even comprehend it

anyway liike again not trying to be mean this is just a thiing and it's well documented and also general so if you're yt and don't find this to be true for you kindly do not clown on this post bc you are an outlier.

however I would like insight into why this is bc it's perplexing.

like how are so many yt ppl admitting crazy shit like not washing their legs in the shower

[likemosaic]

yotsuyu & canon interactions with zenos re: generally and what squeenix gives us. mentions of sex trafficking, suicide, and stormblood spoilers.

yotsuyu's experiences with men have all been capital b Bad. her parents died, her adoptive father was awful and sold her into sexual slavery, her brother tormented her seemingly for pure pleasure, and even men who promised to love her and take care of her and take her away from the brothel only wanted to use her--and yotsuyu knew it, so she took advantage of their kindness the same way they took advantage of her. being born beautiful was the worst thing in yotsuyu's life and after so many years of that being her only trait, yotsuyu doesn't know how to interact with a man outside of: 1) fawn on someone more powerful than her (zenos) or 2) torture someone weaker than her (doman citizens). it's why hien puts her into such a spitting rage: not only has his life seemingly been perfect and beautiful from her pov, but she's viscerally reminded that if she's not the viceroy and zenos has disavowed her, hien becomes above her, so to speak--and she's forced back into the fawning, simpering charade of ineptitude. and as evidenced by doma castle's destruction, yotsuyu would rather die than have that happen again.

by the time of stormblood, zenos is the only man yotsuyu has to "perform" this submissive fawning doman stereotype thing for as we briefly see in their cutscenes together, and even then...depending on the zenos i'm writing alongside, it really doesn't make a difference in his treatment of her. and canonly, in the end, he still discarded her without a second thought like an old toy once the WOL comes around. he was never really...dishonest with her? like he never promised her anything, and in a way, that was kinder than lying about affection or anything else. cruel to be kind etc.

but despite his flat out bluntness with her, she doesn't know how else to approach him, other than trying to manipulate him again and again! because powerful man trauma! and i don't think she can really process someone who doesn't fall into the "above me" or "beneath me" category. they seem like they would have a "powerful man and his beautiful mistress" dynamic and that's what yotsuyu expects and dreads....and then their dynamic DOESNT fit into that archetype, which perplexes her. it's actually incredibly kind of zenos to essentially let yotsuyu run amok in doma and get her vengeance without him breathing down her neck, even if its for a deeper more manipulative purpose.

so in the tsukiyomi trial, of course it makes sense that zenos comes to her at the final stage of "her life"; in the end, he was never really her lover, or even her friend or equal, but a means to an end: once for power, and in the tsukiyomi trial, as a means for suicide. and gosetsu following him immediately is really symbolic, because here's a man who didn't use her for ANYTHING, not for sex, not for doman oppression to find his perfect prey, he just wanted to be good to her and care for her...the first time anyone has ever done that for yotsuyu, ever. it shows that even zenos' "kindness" pales in comparison to someone who genuinely cares for her, and then that plays into his character in endwalker.....but that's a whole 'nother meta.

[wafflesetc]

Gwen’s never-ending bullshit is why I’m so confused why there are fans who are happy about Tracy staying the entire season. That news was so disappointing because I know this woman and her band of idiot writers by now. It will be nothing but trauma and misery for the sake of drama until the end (I can see her very last episode or two being a happy sendoff but that’s it). I just don’t get it at all, are fans really able to stomach this bs better than I am? I was hoping with everything I had for 3 episodes and then out of this black hole of misery that has been the last year, how was every other Hailey fan not wanting the same?

I can't speak for others, I can only speak for myself. I was very on the fence about whether I wanted her there for just a few episodes or if I'd rather her stay for the whole season. I don't really have good answers but here are a few of my thoughts:

I think that they continually throw heavier material at Tracy and Hailey because as an actress has the breadth to deliver those performances and they resonate with fans. Each actor on the show has strengths and weaknesses and delivers each character's drama/trauma differently. But I think Tracy has a special knack for how she personifies it and how it resonates with the fans. I don't mean it to be an excuse because we all know Hailey deserves a BREAK, but to the writers and network the show is ultimately a business. Their attachment to the characters and writing are a very different view than how fans view the show and characters.

I don't really know about the number of episodes. I'm a little shocked that she's *seemingly* staying for the entirety of season eleven, but maybe she did that because it's a shorter season or maybe she was planning to stay all of eleven from the beginning. Since we got the word of Jesse's departure last season, it was only a matter of time before I knew we'd hear about Tracy leaving. I don't think their departures are necessarily concurrent or dependent on one another, but I do think they were both ready for a clean slate for a variety of reasons.

I said this in another ask but I would genuinely love to have a conversation with Gwen & Co. about the creative decision making process over season ten and season eleven. For not only Jay and Hailey's departures, but how she chose to tell everyone's stories (like why was that hospital scene cut with Burgess and Ruzek?) Because every time she opens her mouth and gives an interview I am left very perplexed and wish that I hadn't read it. I know that part of the reason they give these interviews is to draw attention to the show and upcoming interviews, but she appears to be very tactless and careless with the phrases she gives as a response. The words don't correlate to the medium projected on our screens. Albeit, that is merely my opinion and there are likely fans out there who see what has happened since she's been showrunner as good material, but that's not how I see it. So I'd love to know a bit more about the creative process because I just find it all very confusing.

All I can really say is buckle up because the next few months will be a bumpy ride.

[ariannadi]

Return and Proceed (1/2)

Can also be read on Ao3

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Being that she was too enthralled with the building she’d happened upon in the middle of the Lower City, Sitri didn’t notice Astarion approaching. When she didn’t respond to his greeting, the vampire’s eyes curiously shifted between the woman and her fixation.

"Is everything alright, dear?" he asked of his lover, and though his voice was low, it still managed to jolt the half-elf from her reverie.

"Huh, what?" Sitri answered, holding a hand to her chest as she eyed him. Astarion just tutted, and came to stand beside her.

"You certainly were lost in thought just now," the elf commented, and peered upon the building in front of them once again. "Something to do with this place?"

"It's..." Sitri started, then sighed. "This is my home. Where I resided before all of… this."

"Your school?" Astarion questioned in slight surprise, as she had briefly covered her origins to him and the others one evening near the campfire when they were all still getting acquainted with one another. That conversation felt like a lifetime ago at this point.

"It wasn't just a school," Sitri snorted. "Mankar, my mentor, took me in from the streets as a child and raised me here - teaching me about magic in the process. I had other colleagues and aspiring roommates over the years, yes, but at the end of it all it was just me and him. I was his daughter, for all intents and purposes. He's the one that taught me that there is still good in this world." Her eyes moved to Astarion as she said this, knowing he himself was still unconvinced on the matter.

Other people don't have a heart like you. You're you. No one is like that.

"So... what's holding you back from going inside?" Astarion asked, sounding genuinely perplexed by whatever it was that had her hesitating. 

"I... I'm not sure honestly," Sitri answered, kicking at the gravel beneath her feet. "I'm not the same person I was when I lived here—you know, the quiet, studious one who kept to herself most days. Not by a longshot. I suppose I'm... afraid of what they'll think of me now."

Astarion nearly scoffed at that, and turned to look at her with a stern expression. "You're afraid of them learning what an absolutely amazing individual you are? Come now, darling. Anyone would be proud to know someone like you, believe me. When they hear of all you've done for complete strangers... for me..."

"Astarion..." Sitri breathed, stepping into him when he reached for her and smiling when he left a soft kiss to her forehead. 

"You can do this,” he said in encouragement, cupping her warm cheek in his hand. "I'll accompany you the entire time, if you'd like. And fill in the blanks when you don't feel like answering."

"Will you be the one to tell my mentor and the others about the tadpoles still wriggling around in our skulls, then?" she teased, and Astarion just huffed.

"As soon as we get the 'your apprentice slash colleague just-so-happens to be in a relationship with me, a vampire,' part out of the way," he contested with a smirk, to which Sitri laughed, finally relaxing her shoulders.

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Her home had always been open to those who had the desire to study the intricacies of the Weave - Mankar had made sure of that. She and Astarion were able to enter the building without incident, with not a soul around to intervene.

"Well... the security could use some improvement," Astarion commented in an unimpressed tone, and Sitri rolled her eyes. 

"Everyone's likely in their rooms, studying. You should know by now that us wizard types don't generally socialize unless we're comparing notes."

"Ha! Yes, I do recall practically begging you to come have a drink and chitter-chat in those early days. Though... the quiet, relaxed evenings filled with nothing but the sound of turning pages... well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't beginning to grow fond of that, as well."

Sitri smiled at that, only to stop dead in her tracks as she came to stand in front of an expansive archway blocked only by heavy curtains. 

“This… is my mentor’s study,” she explained, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat. 

“Well, go on, then,” Astarion gently nudged, and Sitri nodded. Taking a deep breath, she went to push at the curtains before proceeding inside.

Everything looked just as it had before she’d been whisked away; the same bookshelves lining the walls, the same velvet chaises basking in the sunlight coming in through the glass windowpanes (perfect for afternoon reading), the same smell of aging paper and dust. The only difference was that the space felt a lot… smaller, than it had before. 

And there at his desk sat Mankar, hunched over his scrolls in a manner she had berated him about thousands of times, looking older despite already having been. Just how much had her disappearance worn on him?

“Master Mankar?” she called out, and even though her voice was quiet, it still managed to give the man a start. He looked up towards where she and Astarion stood in the entryway, and his face went through fifteen different emotions at once.

"It can't be..." he choked out, then shakily rose from his desk. "Sitri? Is that really you?”

"Yes, it's me," Sitri, suddenly feeling tears in her eyes, replied. She took a cautious step forward, then another.

“But… I saw you get snatched up by that nautiloid that came barreling through the city,” Mankar attempted to reason with her, or perhaps himself. “How is it you’re standing here? Have I finally lost my senses?”

“I certainly hope not,” Sitri laughed wetly. “My survival… it’s a long and very complex story. You’ll definitely want to sit down.”

“I… yes, of course,” her mentor answered, and heavily plopped himself down on the nearest chaise - encouraging Sitri to do the same. Though he’d been standing behind her the entire time, Mankar finally noticed Astarion in the doorway, and raised a brow. “Who’s this pale fellow?”

“This is Astarion. He’s um… well, he’s actually my partner,” Sitri replied, turning towards the elf in question. She reached out to him with a smile, which he reciprocated as he gingerly took her hand. “I met him shortly after escaping the nautiloid… which, I suppose is where the tale begins…”

Sitri recounted to her mentor all that had occurred since being abducted; from the dormant tadpoles in her and her companion’s skulls to saving the Grove and its tiefling refugees from a fortress full of goblins. The encounter with Auntie Ethel (and subsequent re-encounter), meeting Jaheira and the Harpers at Last Light Inn, discovering who exactly The Emperor was, storming Moonrise Towers and revealing the extent of the Absolute plot; Sitri didn’t leave out a single detail.

Mankar absorbed it all in stride - only asking the occasional question when he needed clarification. When Sitri had finished explaining it all, he simply sat in thought for a time.

“My gods, girl. You quite literally have been to hells and back, haven’t you?” he finally muttered with a huff of laughter - though pity was laced in between each word. “In some cases it sounds like ceremorphosis would’ve been a kinder fate. Though, I am relieved you've managed to avoid it all the same.”

"Yes, the thought of sprouting tentacles still doesn't sit well with me," Sitri responded through a smirk. "Anyhow... I knew I needed to come and see you once I had the chance - just so you knew I was at the very least still alive."

"A gesture I appreciate more than you can possibly fathom," Mankar sighed, and leaned forward, taking Sitri's hands in his. "I was beside myself with worry - and then, dread. When you were snatched up, I immediately took to my books and attempted to see if there was by any chance a reverse to becoming a mind flayer, but found nothing. Then suddenly I was hearing word about an elder brain roaming just outside the city and wondered when I would inevitably come face to face with you as an illithid."

"I can't say that particular outcome isn't still a possibility, but I fully intend to avoid it all the same," Sitri replied, her expression completely serious. Looking back towards the entryway, she twisted her lips just the slightest bit. "I suppose I had better go see everyone else. Catch them up on everything as well."

"Shall I join you, darling?" Astarion butted in, not subtle whatsoever in his not wanting to be left alone with her parental figure.

"Actually, lad; I would speak with you, if you don't mind." Mankar insisted. When Astarion was about to protest, he continued, "I am rather curious about the individual who's managed to steal my Sitri's heart, you see."

"I... well... uh," Astarion stuttered, and looked at Sitri pleadingly. 

"Mankar, don't push him," the half-elf said to her mentor with a look. "Astarion, if you'd rather join me you can tag along. I don't mind."

Astarion blinked and pursed his lips, before settling back into the chaise with a sigh. "No, I... I actually think it would do good to speak with him. Go on and mingle with your cohorts."

Sitri rose a brow at that, half-expecting Astarion to bolt out of the building. But she didn't press. "Alright. I shouldn't be too long."

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Her colleagues were, understandably, confused at her sudden appearance, but otherwise they had taken Sitri's return well. A majority wanted to (enthusiastically) run tests on her to see just what kind of specimen it was that took up residence in her skull, but she had quickly nipped that in the bud.

Gods was I that insufferable once?

She descended the staircase leading back down towards Mankar's study, only to catch the tail-end of the conversation he was having with Astarion. Instead of interrupting, she took pause to listen in, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"My heart broke when I saw her sitting there on the cold, dank street, trying to conjure just the tiniest flame from the scroll she had likely stolen. She was badly bruised and dressed in rags. She had to have been no more than eight years. I knelt to her level and asked her if she would like me to show her how to cast the spell, and she nodded. The way her eyes lit up as the magic unfurled is a sight I will never forget. I asked her if she would like to come home with me, where I could teach her magic of all kinds, and she agreed. Since then, she's lived here, taking care of this old fool and providing a sort of mentorship to anyone who stumbles through our door."

"You really did show her a kindness that most wouldn't even consider," she heard Astarion comment thoughtfully. "I can see why she is the way she is; wanting to help every soul who has fallen into misfortune."

"Ah, but, I wouldn't have known just how much of a hero I had raised had she not been whisked away," Mankar rebutted, and Sitri could hear the smile in his voice. "She was perfectly content to keep to herself before any of this nonsense. Though I'd rather it never happened, it does make my heart happy to see how much she's flourished."

Sitri chose then to re-enter Mankar's study, before he delved a little too far into her personal history. The last thing she needed was him revealing to Astarion that she occasionally still wet the bed up until she was about ten years old.

”Ah, Sitri. How did the catching up go?” Mankar asked. The half-elf shrugged, and took her spot next to Astarion once again.

“They were more interested in my affliction than my being alive, I think. But, I suppose that’s to be expected.” Turning to Astarion, she said, “I hope my dear mentor didn’t leave you too scandalized with his interrogation.”

"On the contrary; he's a rather pleasant fellow," Astarion replied. One who I owe for someone as incredible as you, he then voiced to Sitri through the tadpole's connection. The way his eyes carefully drew her in had Sitri drowning in their depths; she wouldn't be surprised if her pale elf insisted on stealing her away after their visit.

"Ah, but I'm afraid this pleasant fellow is about to be slightly melancholy," Mankar sighed out of the blue, getting his guests' attention with his change in demeanor. "I don't suppose you'll be returning here once all is said and done, will you, Sitri?"

"No. I don't think so," the rose-haired woman answered without hesitation. "I've seen so much of this world now that I don't think I can go back to simply perusing it in books. I know I wouldn't be content. Besides," she breathed, and squeezed Astarion's hand, "I think we'll be setting off again after all of this is over, should we survive."

We will? Astarion asked telepathically.

I fully intend on finding a way for you to walk in the sun again, once the tadpole is gone.

Sitri...

Mankar nodded, staring towards the floor with a dejected expression he attempted (and failed) to conceal. “Well. I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything else. Even so, part of me selfishly hoped.” 

“I’m sorry,” Sitri told him sorrowfully, but her mentor just sighed, and put on his best smile for her—the very one he would use when she, back in the day as both a child and aspiring wizard, grew frustrated with herself and the pace of her studies.

”You have nothing to apologize for, my dear,” Mankar said sincerely. “I just hope you’ll come and visit whenever you have the chance. And you, lad,” he directed to Astarion, “Take good care of her. She’s quite special, you know.”

”I do,” Astarion answered, gazing fondly at his beloved, who couldn’t help but smile. “And I will. I swear it.”

”Good,” replied Mankar, satisfied with the elf’s response. “Now, go and save the city, and make this old man proud, hm?”

[tetsunabouquet]

Okay today is my birthday so if you would be willing and you don't have to but could I please

ask for a part too but maybe where yandere senri finds out the only reason she was avoiding him was because she thought he was going to harm her if she was alone with him and only wanted her

blood and finding out she did have feelings for him but was bearing them down because she thought it was worthless to fall in love with someone the only sees her as food

Also you don't have to take this request and you can delete it

A/N: Happy belated birthday! Sorry that I'm three days too late, as I mention often, I have a writing schedule and that's why I tell everyone to send requests like these with your birthday date attached in advance so I have enough time to actually make it and put it out in time according with my schedule.

Senri was trying to contain his feeling of triumph. Rima had wanted to talk to him after a specific shoot, and what she had revealed to him made him so ecstatic that he was giddy with joy. Kianna actually liked him. Their feelings were completely mutual. It made him feel like he could explode with glee, and he bore a grin so wide that it was almost scary looking. All this time his love had simply been acting distant because she thought he was only interested in her blood. Oh Kianna was such a naive girl. Like she wasn't the sun and the moon to him, like her visage didn't make him feel dizzy with pure need. He was going to find a smooth way to confess his feelings, and he knew from keeping his eye on her for so long that she was going to be alone just a little before the Night Class' dinnertime. She usually was. He made sure to play the music she liked in the background to create the perfect atmosphere that she could enjoy. He decided to borrow some of the candles that were left from Takuma's 18th birthday party to have the setting be romantic, but not overdoing it as women didn't seem to like having 'too much' or 'too less' of a romantic setting. They were certainly a confusing species sometimes, but being raised by a single mother and having a female friend as close as a sister, hopefully had brought some wisdom upon him. He waited patiently, waiting until she would bless him with her presence. It didn't took long before Senri heard the delight that were her footsteps, he was acquainted enough to know the particular sound of her shoes and the rhythmn of her steps. Senri tried to keep his composure as Kianna walked into the room, her eyes wide as she took everything in. "Kianna-san, you're just the person I was waiting for. I've been wanting to clear a misunderstanding, could you please sit down?" She looked a little suspicious and whilst she moved to the chair he was gesturing at, she did so very slowly and hesitantly. Not that Senri cared, he knew she was going to be madly happy when he cleared things up. "Rima said something to me earlier, and I think you misunderstood my intentions." He said, and took a seat across of her. Kianna still looked nervous, but Senri found every single one of her expressions to be genuinely endearing. "It seems you believe I am interested in you for your blood. You're wrong. I like you." Senri stated bluntly, seeing the truth was the best course of action. Kianna seemed stunned for a moment, and he smiled at her. Internally Senri was cheering as he looked at her sweet face, trying to process what was being said. "You… Like me?" She asked perplexed. Senri nodded, "Yes, and I've been informed you actually like me too. Or was Rima wrong about that?" Kianna shook her head slowly. She looked like she was positively surprised and Senri was floating. "I'm happy to hear that, I was quite bummed I couldn't give you a birthday kiss when you held your birthday party a couple of days ago." Senri said, hoping to get a kiss from Kianna. She blushed but didn't seemed to protest when he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. He could feel his heart pounding, and he whispered against her lips, "Happy belated birthday," before kissing her at last.

[lifesver]

leland just nods, quiet, and processing danny’s admission. back home he would do the same. take his car out whenever he needed to breathe. night drives to clear his head. he could drive, and drive, until those feelings quieted down, and went back in their boxes.

leland exhales, tilts his head up toward the sky.

❝ okay. ❞ that’s where he starts.

okay, what? what was he going to say?

that he doesn’t think maria, and connie, and julie, and sonny, and ana would keep someone around, if they were a shitty friend? that he’d glanced over, once or twice, seen danny at ease around them — and felt a little stupid, and stung?

maybe, in the end, it was just that leland thought that anyone that made his friends happy couldn't really be all that bad.

a few vaguely strained moments pass, and leland still doesn't know what it is that he wants to express. so what? he’s still barely awake. awake against his will, actually. and he still half expects danny to come out with something that'll hit him straight in the gut, like a sucker punch — like before. make him feel stupid again. make him regret opening his mouth. danny was civil with him around their friends at parties, sure — but maybe he’d saved it all up up for right now. waiting for that embarrassingly easy opening, again.

— anyway. he thought danny was a pretty good pretender. took one to know one, after all. leland liked to think he was pretty good at it, himself — the pretending. but maybe, if he was honest about something, danny would be, too.

or maybe leland was still being stupid.

eyes draw up toward the night sky. shame is an old-familiar feeling, that settles right in the pit of his stomach and festers. the feeling that burns the back of his neck. the feeling he could never outrun — that never really left him alone.

❝ you're a real ass to me, you know that? ❞ he gives a weak laugh. scratches at the back of his neck. shifts on his feet again, and thinks about just going back inside. leaving danny with that, and that alone.

but danny doesn’t leave, and neither does he.

❝ — but. look. you were right about some stuff. um, before. ❞

leland feels that discomfort returning, now. crushing down on him, itchy, wanting to close up his throat. his words come out feeling bad, and stilted, but he pushes ahead; ❝ i always... try too hard? i guess i'm scared, that if i'm not ... doing everything right, ❞ he hesitates, chews at his bottom lip. then shrugs, clears his throat, ❝ then — it’s not good enough. i’m not good enough. ❞ not worth keeping around, not worth being proud of.

❝ so, i don't uh. really know what to do, when someone looks at me and... sees straight through all the bullshit. it freaks me out. ❞ he drops his head with another dull laugh. scanning over the dry grass by their shoes. ❝ — spend all this time thinking, you know. if someone doesn't know the real you — you can't get hurt, right? ❞ his expression furrows with something genuinely perplexed. ❝ ... and it, like. weighs you down. but you're so, so convinced — the truth would be worse. because… the more someone sees, the more they can pick apart, sort of. ❞

sometimes he thinks of his mother. how her hair is always done up in perfect waves, every day. how she'd pat her outfit down and fix her smile every time she answered the door. even after an argument he’d overheard from the other room. even when leland saw the bills neatly piled on the kitchen table. how she'd sighed, smiled, pat the table for him to come sit, say she would make him something to eat. and how she wouldn’t talk about the pile of bills, or the little mark of off-purple, next to her blush.

she would ask him about how practice went, instead.

his brows knit, he tries to think over his next words carefully. rolls them over in his teeth. how to say it, without misstepping, and shattering this glass platform between them. ❝ i don't know what you've been through, danny. ❞ he’s finally able to return his eyes, to level evenly against danny’s serious greys. ❝ i just think… you probably have your reasons. that’s all i was trying to say. ❞

no. no, he isn't here making house calls for low-tier insults. he'd say as much, but his tongue feels caught up on the fact he's still not even sure what he's doing here at all. there's no reason for it. there's no reason for him to be waking up leland and sonny. no reason for him to be standing here, unsure what to do with his hands ( he jams them into his hoodie pocket, but then takes them out and slips them into his jeans pockets, but then takes them out and - ) while leland toes on some shoes and they make their way to the less suffocating night air.

danny wants to be mean. even cruel, if he really thinks about it. wants to make it so that leland can't look at him like he understands him again. he wants to make leland feel on the outside what he feels on the inside. gnarled up and bruised and so full of scar tissue. being seen is such an ugly thing. how does anyone come back from that?

once more with his hands, this time raking both through his hair and then holding there at the nape of his neck. he doesn't make eye contact yet. doesn't offer up explanation or excuse for why he's got leland out here in the dead of night. danny's tired. they're both tired.

this was a bad idea.

such a fucking horrible idea.

somewhere a clock ticks and morning dew glitters on the blades of grass at the street corner. danny's focus is drawn there. drawn anywhere but at the source of his irritation.

he wants to be callous and harsh, but when he opens his mouth -

"... uh, when i was little," he says after what feels like too long. like before when leland first said it. too long. not quick on the uptake. not quick with a comeback. not an answer to leland's question, not an acceptance of leland's apology. "if i had too much goin' on in my head, i liked to take a walk. didn't matter the time. never knew where i was goin'. just sorta ... ended up places at the end of it."

it feels like he's bleeding out and he doesn't want pressure on the wound to stop it. not from him. not from anyone. danny swallows, arms dropping in a lazy swing at his side. three seconds, maybe more, and his brows are knit up in malcontent. discomfort. he should just fucking walk off right here and now. why's he staying around? this jock doesn't deserve explanation from him, right?

"what —" pause. words shuffle, swap, change out in his head. nothing doesn't sound as stupid as he feels right now. there's a bigger part of him telling him to shut the fuck up, but the carping sensation in his chest doesn't allow it. finally, he looks at leland. finally, he holds eye contact. gray on brown. he holds it and he searches. "what is it you fuckin' think you know about me, huh?"

sounds a little too close to what else do you see? and he hates it. hates all of this.

i spent so long yelling in the dark thinking no one could see.

what do you see, leland? you can't really see me.

still, danny doesn't look away.

"really. from where you're standin', mckinney, what d'you think you know about bein' scared to be hurt? share with the class. s'just you and me out here."

[thankskenpenders]

Welp, I gotta make a post about this, huh

Thoughts on this:

1. If you've somehow been living under a rock and don't know what NFTs are: first of all, I envy you. Second, here's a two hour video from Dan Olson explaining the problem with NFTs and blockchain stuff in general. I'm assuming many of you have seen this before, but I'm not going to take the time to explain this shit when Dan did it better

2. Penders is absolutely 100% wording things in a way that will piss Sonic fans off and get him more attention on Twitter. "Green Knuckles." "Julie-Su AKA Shade." It's bait. Don't fall for it. Don't engage with him directly. Don't go into his mentions trying to argue copyright law with him. You are not going to win, and you're just giving him what he wants

3. One hundred thousand fucking dollars

4. I have to repeat that. One hundred thousand dollars. EACH. For a digital certificate of authenticity for a set of PNGs of some Penders art. I have to wonder if that price tag is also bait. (It's definitely got people - including me - talking about it.) However, in the insane intersection of the speculative art market and tech libertarians that NFTS exist in, that's honestly not that high of a price tag. Ancient memes like Disaster Girl and Charlie Bit My Finger have been turned into NFTs and sold for as high as $500k and $761k, respectively in the speculative market. (Of course, that's in highly volatile crypto bucks, not real money.) I wouldn't be surprised if Penders figures that, as a piece of Sonic history, he sees his work as genuinely worth that much compared to other things that have been minted as NFTs to earn a quick buck

5. Possibly most perplexing about this: Penders says that he understands peoples' concerns about NFTs and even agrees to some extent, but also that "other matters take precedence." That matter apparently isn't the money, despite appearances, and in fact he claims that his lawyers were involved in the decision making process here. I genuinely have no idea what he's getting at here, or what kind of 5-D chess he could be trying to play

6. The icing on the cake, though, is that even some of the last remaining people who had the guy's back seem to be disappointed in him for this, judging by his Twitter replies. He somehow keeps finding ways to make his public image worse and worse

[starlightxsvt]

Home | k.mg

pairing ➳ businessman!mingyu x female!reader

genre ➳ strangers to lovers, romance, slice of life, angst, fluff, gets spicy at the end

word count ➳ 5.6k (apx)

warnings ➳ cursing, reader is really indecisive, heavy makeout, implications of sexual activity.

synopsis ➳ an attractive stranger visits your cabin for a week with whom you quickly bond, developing some strong feelings in the process; leaving you to wonder if he's worth leaving everything behind.

A/N: henlooo~ I finally posted! This has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I didn't really feel like writing for a while, hence the delay. I hope y'all enjoy this piece and please don't forget to leave some feedback! It really motivates me :)

A cool gust of wind blew by as you finished typing your last column, leaving a soothing feeling behind as you exhaled loudly. It was hard to finish this piece of writing for some reason, maybe because you lacked inspiration or maybe because your life had been monotonous for a while or simply, a mix of both. Closing your laptop you stretch your hands and legs, feeling somewhat productive. Humming a tune, you looked out the window to see a Lamborghini come to a halt at the entrance.

It piqued your interest because it's not often that people riding Lamborghini come in this cabin so genuinely you're interested in the visitor. You shifted in your chair, waiting for the man to come upstairs to the reception and sure enough a tall- really tall man dressed in a neatly pressed suit appears into your view, briskly walking towards the reception where Chan stood to greet him. You could not get a good look at his face as he moved around quickly, grabbing his small carry on and heading towards his cabin after the formalities.

You watched his tall frame walking away as you got up from your seat and moved towards Chan.

"Who is he?"

"Kim Mingyu," Chan explained, resting his arms on the reception table." A millionaire, owns a lot of companies. No wonder he looked familiar."

"Oh, really? How long is he staying?"

"He has booked for five days. Said he might extend his stay."

"I see."

"Why are you so curious though?" Chan raised a brow at you, tilting his head to a side.

"Nothing." You shrugged. "He just has different vibes than the other people that come here you know?"

Chan hummed in agreement.

-

There was never much visitors during the rainy season which was both a blessing and a curse. Blessing because that meant the cabin was less hectic and curse because sometimes you are bound to get a bit too bored. You were helping yourself with a cup of tea to somewhat feel re-energised when your newest and the only guest for the week appeared from his cabin, padding through the corridor and stepping into the common kitchen area. You were taken aback for a moment before you composed yourself and smiled at your guest, "Good morning, Mr. Kim. May I help you with anything?"

"Mingyu, please," the tall male replied while scanning the kitchen area. "You're the owner right? What's the food arrangement here?"

"Well, our guests generally cook for themselves or order takeout. When there are many guests I sometimes do the cooking."

Nodding, he hummed before putting in a capsule in the cappuccino machine. You took a seat by the window, tea in your hand as you watched the male move around like he knew this place. Dressed in his pajamas and judging by the fluffy mess that his hair was you assumed he had a good night's sleep.

"I hope you had a pleasant night, Mr- Mingyu." You said to your guest who had whipped out a pan from the cupboard and was making omelette. "Yes, surprisingly so. Normally I have trouble falling asleep but I slept like a baby last night," he casually conversed as he prepared his breakfast.

You smiled, "Well, I'm glad to know that. If you need anything let my staffs or me know."

"Sure. Oh- I didn't get your name though." Mingyu turned to meet your eyes.

"___," you smiled.

"___, okay."

-

"This is gonna be a rainy week," Hoshi said from behind you as he stood holding a tub of fresh soil for the plants in the backyard of the cabin. You sat on your knees, eyeing the plants which needed their soil changed.

"Yeah? Well, good thing there isn't much guests now."

"I think there should be, I mean it's so pretty here during the rain too. People need to look at it themselves." Hoshi complained.

"Well, most people don't like going out in the rain. Pass me the soil, Hoshi. Let's get this finished before the shower starts."

Hoshi handed you the tub of soil as the sky above started growling, full of thick black clouds. It was gonna start raining soon.

Hoshi spoke, "Oh, Mr.Kim, Mingyu you know, asked me about the beach by the marketplace. Apparently he wants to visit so he asked me if I was free to show him around."

"And let me guess, you aren't?" You rolled your eyes.

Soonyoung pouted, "No! Well I would have given him a tour today if the weather wasn't so bad. And my friends are coming tomorrow, so I'll be busy then."

"Wait- you're friends are coming?" You turned, glaring at the boy who smiles sheepishly, "Oh! Um- I didn't tell you? Well they're only staying for a couple of days and it's not like they're staying for free."

"Well, make sure they clean after themselves okay? If I see them trashing all over the place like last time, I'm kicking you out with them." You gave him a pointed look.

"Okay okay," Hoshi rolled his eyes, puffing his cheeks. "Just- take the CEO out on a tour tomorrow for me okay? I haven't seen my friends in a long time."

"Alright, I will...if the weather is good which probably won't be." You sighed, gently removing the old soil.

Hoshi mused about Mingyu, "Bummer for him, he came in a wrong time. It's weird, no? We don't have such guests like him."

"Yeah," you hummed, focused on handling your roses.

-

Hoshi's friend, Seokmin and Seungkwan appeared early in the morning next day as you watched Hoshi vibrate from happiness when he hugged them. You smiled to yourself, laughing at at the antics of your staff as you saw him guide his friends into their cabin. The day was once again filled with dark clouds and raining which occurred every other hour. You and Chan cleaned up and completed some chores as the noon fell.

"Should I cook something up for them?" You wondered as Chan finished cleaning the common space of the first cabin.

"Nah, Seokmin hyung is cooking for them. He's a pretty good cook actually."

"Really? That's nice." You said pulling up a chair to sit down. "Are you gonna join them? Hoshi has been with his friends since they came."

"Yeah, probably. You should join us too."

"No, I think I'm gonna take a nap. I feel so tired."

"Alright."

You watched as Chan climbed down the stairs and stepped towards the second cabin where everyone else was. You were about to head to your room when the CEO, Mingyu appeared in the kitchen.

"Oh, hello."

"Hi."

"I haven't seen you since morning," you said watching as Mingyu poured himself a glass of water.

"Yeah, I woke up early today, went for a jog."

"Ah, I see."

"Couldn't go far though, the weather sucks you know." He said leaning against the kitchen top.

"Yeah. But I heard that it should get better from tomorrow. I could show you around if you want to. Hoshi, my staff, is going to busy for a while so I can guide you around."

"Really? That would be cool." Mingyu smiled. There was a small stretch of silence as you both listened to the rainfall before he spoke, "Have you had lunch?"

"Uh-no."

"Would you like to join me?" He asked "This is the longest time I've been alone and it feels a bit weird," he murmured more to himself than you.

"I mean- I don't mind," you shrugged. "Though I should be the one doing it."

"It's okay. People say I am a good cook," Mingyu smiled, his eyes crinkling.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to see."

-

It was weird how comfortable you felt watching Mingyu being clumsy and bump into things as he prepared your meal. It felt like you've been doing this forever- like you've known him forever and you thought to yourself what was suddenly wrong with you. He made small talk as he cooked and it felt easy talking with him- almost impossible to believe that he was stranger. He was friendly and easy to get along with, definitely not a cold and grumpy businessman like you imagined him to be.

Mingyu grinned as he set down the food in front of you- chicken soup, rice and cheese omelette. His eyes twinkled excitedly as he watched you take a bite, waiting for you to say something.

"What are you? A part time chef or something?" You tried not to moan as you chewed because it was that good. Mingyu laughed- a sweet, shy laugh that had his canines showing and his eyes forming crescents. "Thank you. I learned from my mom. I like cooking for myself when I get the time which is not often," he smiled- almost sadly.

"Well, you can cook for me all you want as long as you're here because this is amazing!" You grinned at him, cheeks puffed with food.

Mingyu chuckled softly as he dug in and you both started eating. It felt nice, to talk to someone new and spend time with them, someone other than Chan or Hoshi. It was a nice change- a change you probably needed for a while.

"So...What brings you here?" You asked as you finished your food, setting down the spoon and leaning back into the chair. Mingyu who was still eating, looked at you with a perplexed expression so you spoke, "I mean...we don't generally have guests like you. And it's not even a good time to visit...so I was wondering what brought you here?"

"Guests like me? What does that mean?"

"I mean...rich, okay?" You fumbled, feeling awkward. Maybe you shouldn't have asked. "Like...there are fancier places to visit, you know..."

Mingyu smiled at your words for a moment before he deadpanned, "I'm running away."

"Running away?" You gasped, almost jumping from your seat, "From who? The cops?"

"It would have been better but no, my family," he said, his voice as serious as ever.

"Oh...I see," you fell quiet. It definitely wasn't the answer you expected. You both remained silent for a while as he started out the window, lost in thoughts. "It must have been really bad if you're hiding out here." You spoke softly.

"It has always been," he mumbled. "I just couldn't take it anymore, you know? I desperately needed a break," he spoke more to himself than you. Instead of prodding further, you sat quietly, watching him and listening to his words. Seeing him now, he definitely looks troubled and you didn't exactly have the words to console him.

So you whispered, "Well, I hope it gets better."

-

Later that night, you find Hoshi and his friends and Chan preparing for a bonfire in the front yard of the cabin.

"Wow, you all are really having fun, no?" You said as you fisted your hands in your pockets from the chilly weather. The air was colder than other nights and everyone including you had put on some warm clothes.

"You wanna join us?" Seokmin asked as he stacked logs on top of each other.

"Nah, it's fine. You four carry on," you patted his back as you started walking back towards the cabin and saw Chan and Hoshi coming out with some boxes in their hands.

"Hey! There are marshmallows in the kitchen cabinet if you want.... nevermind," you finished as you saw beer cans and soju bottles in their hands.

"We're gonna get drunk baby!" Soonyoung yelled, grinning like a fool.

"Hyung, you look drunk already," Chan gave him a side look as they trudged towards the bonfire.

Laughing at their antics you climbed the stairs to the kitchen, preparing some hot chocolate for yourself. Holding the mug on one hand you knocked on the door to Mingyu's room, checking up on him since you haven't seen him since lunch.

The door opened revealing Mingyu in a baggy shirt and pajamas, his hair fluffy and messy.

"Hey," you chriped. "Wanted to check up on you. You wanna join the others in the bonfire?"

"Nah, I'm good. I've been watching them from the balcony." He smiled, his pointy canines showing.

"Oh, I see."

"You wanna come in? I've been getting lonely." He offered, moving away from the door to make space for you.

"Uh- I don't mind," you murmured, surprised that he asked you to come in. You tentatively stepped in and it was fair to say that you were surprised to see the room neat and pristine as most guests kept their room messy.

He ushered you into the balcony, which had a great view of your yard and the forest behind. You saw others laughing loudly as Soonyoung acted something out. Mingyu's voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"You didn't join them?"

"Nah, they can get too loud sometimes," you chuckled, taking a seat on the bench. You eyed an empty mug lying by, guessing that Mingyu already had his fill of hot chocolate.

Mingyu took a seat beside you, stretching his legs and sighing as he mused, "The view is great."

You hummed your agreement. It was indeed. Not only did you have the full view of your yard and the forest, but you could see a vast horizon of the night sky, some stars twinkling through the clouds.

"It's even more beautiful during summer. You can see so many stars that it feels unreal." You told him.

"Then I will try to visit again during summer," he smiled and you were not sure if he was serious or joking. However you replied with a smile, "You're always welcome."

A silence falls among you two after that but it's not uncomfortable, as you both watched the night grow and Soonyoung and his friends got louder.

"Things got really hard for me, you know," Mingyu started speaking, his voice soft as he stared at the mesh of trees ahead. You were somewhat surprised at his words, but you didn't interrupt, opting for him to continue.

"Running a million dollar company was never easy but...it suddenly was unbearable. My parents always interfered in my work and how I run the company but I managed through all of that, really...until..." Mingyu heaved a long sigh, abruptly stopping.

"Until?" You tentatively asked, peeking at him.

"They want me to get married. With the daughter of their business partner. A marriage of convenience, really."

Oh.

You fell silent, watching him as the moonlight dimly lit the side of his face. There wasn't enough light to see his face completely, but enough to see the curve of his face, his sharp jawline and the sad, lost look in his eyes. Your heart suddenly ached for him. Silently you patted his shoulder, conjuring up some words to console him.

"That's ...awful, really. I'm sorry."

"I've never been so mad in my whole life. Can't they just leave me alone? They treat me like a puppet, like my only job is to live for them. I'm so done. " He said, his hands forming fists.

There's a beat of silence as you quietly patted his back and watched your friends get wasted by the bonfire before he chuckled softly, "I'm sorry for dumping all these on you. I just couldn't hold them in you know-"

"It's really fine, Mingyu. I don't mind. It would be nice if I could actually help you," you sighed, retracting your hand.

"Trust me, you are," he said and you caught a smile on his face.

"I suppose you don't have a significant other? Someone you could talk to freely?"

He shook his head. "That is why I came here. Needed to get my thoughts together, away from them. Not to mention I don't remember the last time I went on a vacation."

"And have you got your thoughts together?"

"I think so, yeah." He shrugged.

"What are you gonna do?" You asked tilting your head.

"Stand strong in my ground, I guess. There's no way I'm marrying their business partner, I'd rather die. And if all else fails, I'm staying here. I'm sure you have some type of job for me, right?"

You laughed at his words, "Maybe. But I'm not sure about your skills, Mr. Kim."

"Oh I'm a fast learner, Miss ___."

You both grinned at each other.

That night when you went back to your room, your thoughts were plagued by Mingyu and you could swear you saw him in your dreams too.

-

The next morning is brighter and shinier; the sky relatively clear other than some light clouds. After getting dressed and checking up on Hoshi and Chan who were still sleeping, you trudged through the cabin and towards Mingyu's room, before knocking on it. A fully dressed Mingyu appeared, clad in a white polo and jeans, his hair styled messily. He looked effortlessly attractive, making your heart skipp a few beats.

Damn it, what was wrong with you?

"Hi," you almost missed a breath, your face flushed with warmth.

"Oh, hey. I was about to come to you. I believe you were to show me around." Mingyu grinned, his pointy canines showing.

"And that is what I'm here for, Mr. Kim."

"Great! Let's get going. We'll take my car."

-

After showing Mingyu around for a couple of hours, you both ended up at the beach by the marketplace, sitting on the sand next to each other. The weather was nice; not too hot, not too cold as a light breeze flew by occasionally. Though you could see some black clouds gathering above, it wasn't to rain until evening if the forecast was correct.

"This place is so pretty," Mingyu mused, making you smile.

"I know right. The weather is great too."

You both watched the waves crash to the shore, occasionally wetting your feet as you both relaxed on the sand. There was a silence, a comfortable one as you finished eating the corndog you bought from the market earlier with some groceries. As you finished the last bite, Mingyu turned to face you and asked, "Tell me about yourself."

"What?" A squeak of surprise escaped from you.

"I shared a lot about myself last night. It's only fair I get to know about you too."

"Well..." You pondered. "There isn't much to tell. I've a pretty dull life, unlike you."

Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head, "Does the cabin belong to your parents? Is it like a family business type of thing?"

"No, not really," you smiled softly. "My parents are dead. The cabin belonged to my grandfather."

"Oh- I'm sorry."

"No it's okay. They passed away in an accident when I was a kid so I don't remember them much." You spoke, watching the sea, "My grandparents raised me. Growing up I've spent a lot of time in the cabin and when my grandfather retired he handed the job to me."

"Are they alive? Your grandparents?" He asked tentatively.

You shook your head, "Grandpa passed away a couple years ago and it's been a few months since grandma did too."

"I'm sorry, you must've been lonely," Mingyu offered, his voice soft.

You shrugged, "Yeah, like I said, nothing interesting going on in my life."

Mingyu hummed noncommittally and there was a few moments of silence before he spoke again, "Was managing the cabin something you have always wanted to do?"

You were quiet for a while as you thought over the question, "No...not really. I've just kept doing the job I was handed to. I haven't really thought about what I want to do."

"Well...I think you should hire a manager in your place and maybe...I don't come to the city and make friends, see what calls for you."

"Yeah, I've thought about it. But I don't know really." You murmured.

"Well, give it some thought. I could help you find a manager. In fact, I could help promote and upgrade your cabin if you'd let me. It'll be a good investment."

You laughed softly, not taking his words too seriously. He was just a guest. He was probably just being nice.

A gust of strong wind flew by, ruining your hair as it poked into your eyes and you laughed when your eyes landed on Mingyu.

"What?"

His hair was sticking in different directions because of the wind and you shook your head with a smile as you reached to pat the hairs back into place. It happened naturally, before you could stop yourself. For a moment your eyes meet as you quickly retract your hand, face heated.

Something was definitely wrong with you.

Mingyu's gaze stayed at you for a while; you could feel his intense eyes on you and you thought maybe he didn't like you touching him. Before your thoughts ran more rampant, he spoke.

"___?"

"Y-yes?"

"Do you...Do you have a home?"

"Home?" You were confused.

"Yes, home. Not like a real house but like a... person. Someone who makes you feel at ease, someone with whom you can be yourself without judgements, someone who keeps you cozy and safe and loved...like a home."

Somewhat taken aback by his words, you fell silent but their depth hit you and you found yourself thinking about it. Do you have a home?

No. No, you don't.

You shook your head, murmuring, "No."

Mingyu nodded taking his eyes off you.

"What about you?" You asked.

"Me neither."

You smiled, "Figures. Because if you had someone you wouldn't have run here but went to them."

Mingyu smiled, a sad smile gracing his lips. It was a somewhat bitter truth, he hadn't found his home no matter how much he looked for it. Maybe that's what he was doing wrong, looking desperately.

"Let's get going. It has started to rain," Your voice dragged him out of his thoughts as he felt small drops of water fall on his face. You reached your hand out to him and he took it, standing up. As you both jogged towards Mingyu's car, your hands remained connected, no one bothering to let go.

-

That night you had dinner with Mingyu again but this time it was you who did the cooking. After enjoying dinner over small talk, Mingyu like the gentleman he is did the dishes as you poured some wine for the two of you.

Sitting on the small table in common space by the window, you both watched the clear sky that had appeared after the shower. You sipped your wine, watching the vast expanse of stars that blinked in the dark sky.

"I think I've to go back tomorrow," Mingyu suddenly whispered, his tone so low you almost thought you misheard him. A bolt out the blue, you looked at him.

"Tomorrow?"

"Mmhmm," he fiddled with the hem of his cardigan as he stared at the table. "I've got so many calls and messages from work. My company won't run on its on, I can be gone for only so long." He sighed.

You didn't offer any words, too shocked to know that he'd be gone tomorrow. What is this attachment you've developed towards him? Why did the thought of someone, almost a stranger going back to where he came from, where he belonged hurt you so much? You didn't know what to label your feelings but realizing that you'd probably never see him again was tugging at your heartstrings.

Should you ask him for his number and stay connected with him? Is there even a point in that? You both live miles away from each other. Or should just take his advice and follow him to the city? Would that even be a good idea? Are you just reading all this wrong?

You were so invested in your thoughts that you didn't realize Mingyu was calling you until he shook your shoulder.

"You okay, ___?"

"Huh? Yeah...it's just, the news is really sudden. I didn't... expect you'd return so soon." You mumbled.

Mingyu sighed, his shoulder dropping a little bit. "Trust me, if I could I'd stay here forever. But...I can't keep running. I need to face my parents, the sooner the better."

At a loss of what to say, you just nodded. Reaching for your drink you took a big gulp, trying to calm your nerves. It's okay, you can do this. He's just another one of your guests.

You stood up, taking the empty glass in your hand, "Well, I better leave you alone now. I'm sure you've got packing to do."

You almost turned away; until a strong hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back, making you stumble towards Mingyu's body.

"Don't. Stay for a while. I don't want you to leave." His voice was soft yet deep and it immediately broke your resolve as you set the glass down and looked into his eyes.

He didn't let go of your wrist; instead only wrapped his other hand around your waist, pulling you closer, leaving just a few inches between your faces. You didn't tell him to move neither did you make any effort to get away from him- you didn't want to. It felt good, comforting as he held you and looked at you almost like you were his whole world. His eyes had so much emotion swirling in them and you were sure yours looked the same too.

"___?" His voice was breathy and it set your heart aflame.

"Y-yes?"

"Can I...kiss you?"

You inhaled sharply as his hold on you got tighter. You couldn't process a reply, overwhelmed with emotion. So you just nodded and Mingyu leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

It was soft at first, his lips just resting against yours, as if he was testing the waters. When you didn't resist but only pulled him closer, he started devouring you, his tongue prodding in your wet cavern. Moans espaced from you as you kept pulling at his hair almost grinding on him, desperate for more. He was the same, kissing you with so much passion and vigour like you were the last female standing.

You somehow managed to tug off his cardigan between the kiss and when you pulled apart for air, Mingyu panted, "Can we take this to the bedroom?"

His deep raspy voice spread liquid heat throughout your body and you had to stop yourself from pouncing on him.

"Yes please," you breathed. Mingyu stood up straight, his tall and built body intimidating you in the best ways possible, "Oh baby, you don't have to beg. I'll give you anything you want."

Once again your breath was trapped as he picked you up, his hand under your ass to support you. When he dropped you on his bed and took off his tee you realized you were in for a long night. In the back of your mind, you also realized that this would make it even harder to let him go.

-

Next morning you were the first one to wake up as the sun barely seeped through the blinds. If you had to guess it wasn't any more than six am. Mingyu's hand rested on your waist as he remained snuggled against your back. It was so comforting that you almost forgot your reality and went back to sleep, until you remembered what had happened last night. Before you could start overthinking and possibly had a breakdown right there, you ever so carefully removed his hand from your body and scrawled out of the bed, grabbing your shirt and quickly throwing it on. Then you tiptoped out of his room despite the ache between your legs and rushed straight towards yours.

Slamming the door shut, your sat down, head in your hands. You've to now prepare for saying goodbye. Right, you just need to act casual and not let him know that you might have developed feelings for him in the past week.

His words came back to you.

"Do you have a home?"

You didn't have one until now but the realization that you may have found it brought tears to your eyes.

-

You spent the next hours wallowing in your self pity, curled up in your bed too afraid to get out and face Mingyu. Soonyoung dropped by once, knocking at your door and asking if you want breakfast, which you declined. Time slowly ticked away and you watched as the clock struck eleven. You couldn't stay inside forever. You needed to bid Mingyu a goodbye- that is if he hadn't left already. But you were sure he didn't; he wouldn't just leave without any words.

Sighing, you gathered every last bit of your courage and stepped out of your room. Immediately you saw Mingyu coming out from the opposite end of the corridor, the carry-on he brought with him in his hand.

"Hey, where have you been?" He asked, his steps getting quicker to come and stand in front of you.

"Oh- um, I took and shower and then dozed off, sorry," you lied easily, not meeting his eyes.

There was a beat of silence as you both stood in front of each other and when your eyes finally met his, a blush spread across his face like wildfire. The air was heavy with unsaid words and you coughed, trying to get rid of the terrible awkwardness.

"So, you're leaving now?"

What a nice question.

Mingyu seemed to be lost in thoughts as he snapped back to reality and scratched the back of his head, "Oh yeah, right. It'll be a couple hours drive so the earlier I leave the better."

Nodding you motioned your hand towards the exit, "I'll see you out."

Mingyu seemed to have something to say but he pressed his lips in a thin line and started to climb down the stairs, you behind him. Soonyoung, who was standing at the entrance gave you a conspirational wiggle of his brows but said nothing as he watched you follow Mingyu out.

You observed as Mingyu loaded his bag in the trunk, peeking glances at you every other second. When he finished, you spoke, "Well...good luck. I hope you can overcome your problems."

"Thanks. It won't be easy and my dad will probably take away my shares of the company but...I'm done living like this."

You nodded, smiling softly as you crossed your arms against your chest. It suddenly felt cold.

You both gazed at each other, saying nothing even though you've so much to say, as if the silence would carry your unsaid words to him. You were torn- wanting to talk about last night but chickening out knowing it was probably just a fling, a one night stand for him.

"___..." Mingyu spoke but the words died on his tongue. Not trusting yourself to speak, you swallwed the ball of emotions and looked at him with a curious tilt of head.

"...I hope you find what you really want to do. And I hope you find your home too," he said, his words so soft and gentle. For some reason you had a feeling that those were not the words he wanted to say yet you forced a smile and nodded, "You too, Mingyu."

His eyes swirled with so my emotions but you didn't know what he was thinking. He looked pained, just like you but you were too afraid to speak your feelings, scared that you misread him.

When you spoke no more, Mingyu sighed and backstopped slowly, "Well... goodbye, then."

You managed to choke out the words, "Goodbye."

Your emotions overwhelmed you, tears stinging your eyes as you watched him enter his car. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it feel like your heart was being ripped right out of your chest?

His engine roared to life and your stomach sunk. Was this really the right thing to do? Should you just let him go like this?

You made a split second decision that moment, just as his car moved forward a little.

"Mingyu!" You called after him, immediately making him stop the car. He came out, almost in a hurry, an expectant look on his face as you ran towards him. Then you made another split second decision as you wrapped your arms around his tall frame and held tight.

"I like you, Mingyu. I really like you." You mumbled in his chest.

He didn't say anything back but you felt his arms wrapping around you tightly and you stood there in each others embrace for a while. It felt like time has stopped, the warmth and safety of his arms comforting you and making you realize how you would have regretted if you had let him go.

Mingyu pulled back to take a look at your face, his hand cupping your cheeks, his warm but intense eyes on you, shining with love and adoration.

"Say something," you whispered, still unsure.

He chuckled, a light-hearted, carefree sound that made your heart swoon. "I like you too, if it wasn't obvious after last night."

Elated, you pulled his face down and kissed his lips as you felt him grin and wrap his arms around you once again.

"I want to go with you...to the city," you murmured into his chest as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

You couldn't see it but you felt him smirk, "Good. Because I think I found my home."

Your heart couldn't become fuller as you grinned like a happy child.

"Me too."

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[bookwyrminspiration]

I have read “Under The Whispering Door,” and I have to admit that I felt like it was an emotional roller coaster. I don’t want to spoil it, but the epilogue, and just what happens to Wallace in general is such an emotional experience. I want to know what you thought of it?

From,

⚙️

(this will contain spoilers) Reading it for me was wild because the entire time I wasn't sure how I felt about it, and even afterwards I pondered over it for a while.

Approaching the ending I genuinely had no idea how the story would conclude, because the focus is on death and death is such an amorphous, personal concept you don't know what the author wants to say about it. So it was like "what does Klune want to say about death?" and how was I supposed to know?

I was a little conflicted as well, because so much of the book had been talking about acceptance and processing and moving on, talking about how Wallace doesn't get a second chance and how you can't un-do death. That was such an accepted part of the story that at the end him being brought back to life--something they'd mentioned wasn't how death worked multiple times--was a little bit of a surprise, like hey weren't we just saying it doesn't work like that?

But at the same time, the lead-up to Wallace entering the door, doing what he was supposed to do, also made it feel very much like leaving was not the right thing for him. He was supposed to be in Charon's Crossing and going through the door wasn't where his story should go. Because he had accepted his death, he had moved on, he had become a better person. So he did all the steps and was fully prepared to move on, meaning at the same time as his revival feels contradictory to some of the message, it also fulfills it.

Learning that Klune wrote this as a way to process a death in his own life (something like that I believe? i'm going from memory at the moment and may be wrong) made it make a little more sense in that, perhaps, it was wish fulfillment. That somewhere in the world, even if not with him, whoever he lost could have everything they wanted and be the best version of themselves. That they could have another life to live, even if he didn't get to be in it. I think the ending would've impacted me more if I had more experience with loss, but I've been very fortunate to have practically none.

My final thoughts are that it's a message about death, one of many, and is formed by the author's experiences. It's not the only view or conclusion to take, but it's an endearing one. I wasn't sure how the story was going to end, but I also recognize this story isn't one meant for me--as in even though I greatly enjoyed it (and lent my copy because I wanted to share it), it's not one speaking to experiences I've had. So I don't feel I can comment on its final message or arc.

It definitely was a roller coaster, and I'm glad Hugo and Wallace can be happy together and live the lives they deserve. Even if the conclusion perplexed me at times, I still enjoy it :)

[chaotically-cas]

Somewhere Only We Know

Ok this isn’t the wlw one cause i had an idea & I ran with it but ok basically this is the song + the fic. You’ll see. The song is in italics. I suggest listening to it if/while you read. Thanks!!

Warnings: mention of death, sadness, crying, etc

Pairing: Steve & Sodapop

Word Count: 1,259

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Steve’s father had just kicked him out of the house again. God knows for how long this time. So he started walking back a very familiar root to the Curtis' house.

I walked across an empty land

It’s a walk he has done to his best friend Soda’s house for years now. And every time he’s done it he’s cursing out his father and their awful relationship, if you can even call it that.

I knew the pathway like the back of my hand

It wasn’t a long walk but long enough to get Steve thinking about life. About all the times before where he has taken the same painful steps.

I felt the earth beneath my feet

But as soon as he saw the Curtis’ house about a half a block away he picked up his head and grew a genuine half smile. It was a comforting sight.

Sat by the river and it made me complete

As soon as Steve walked in the door he saw Soda asleep on the couch slow stir and smile at him. But Steve physically and mentally couldn’t return the smile anymore.

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?

Soda instantly could tell he wasn’t alright. But then again he usually wasn’t when he showed up this late. Soda nodded to the front porch and they both exited the house into the cold night chill.

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

“I just can’t take it anymore” Steve sobbed into his hands as Soda wrapped his arms around him to comfort him as he shook uncontrollably.

So tell me when you're gonna let me in

“It’s gonna be ok Steve. It has to be. We all love ya” Soda said in a gentle tone worrying that any wrong would could set him off even more. “It’ll be ok”.

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

Steve just shook his head and tried to stifle down his sobs. He stared at the ground in a rage or pure frustration, sadness, & brokenness.

I came across a fallen tree

Steve looked so broken to Soda. He had never ever seen him this bad off before. It took something out of Soda. It took everything in him not to start bawling himself.

I felt the branches of it looking at me

“I want him dead, Soda. It’s him or me man” Steve whispered. “It’s him or me”. Soda just looked at the ground along with Steve. He didn’t know how to respond. Who did?

Is this the place we used to love?

They just sat there for a good 15 minutes. The crisp air chilling their shivering bodies. They were both freezing but neither dare admit it. It wasn’t the time.

Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

They’ve sat in silence many times before. But this time was different. Something had changed in the both of them. Something had broken.

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?

“I miss being a kid” Soda sighed, breaking the silence. “Me too” mumbled Steve, picking at his thumb nail. That’s all the needed to say to be on the same page.

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

“But we ain’t kids no more Soda” Steve added sadly. God in that moment did they both just wish to be kids again. To be carefree. Without worry. Not broke.

So tell me when you're gonna let me in

Neither of them wanted to accept it. Life had changed and was never going back. It only seemed to be getting worse and worse. Nothing seemed good no more.

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

Steve felt another hot tear burn down his face before landing on the wood of the patio. That’s all they heard in that moment. His tear. Their breath. And crickets.

And if you have a minute, why don't we go

Steve just wanted to jump up and run as far and fast as his shaking legs would carry him. He bet Soda was feeling about the same right then too.

Talk about it somewhere only we know?

“Hey Soda”. “Yeah”. “You ever think bout running away. You know, like how Pony and poor Johnny did”. “No I don’t. I might’ve, but I got myself a life here. Might not be the best one but it's the only one I got”.

This could be the end of everything

Steve nodded slowly trying to understand what Soda meant. He kinda got it. And in a way he knew Soda was right. You can run all you want but it’s not gonna change nothing.

So why don't we go somewhere only we know?

Soda knew that Steve got what he was getting at by the perplexed look on his best friend's face. He didn’t know what else to say. Even if he did, he didn’t want to because he could tell Steve was thinking real hard.

Somewhere only we know

Steve just kept right on thinking. Soda couldn’t tell what about. And to be honest, neither could Steve. The thoughts kept coming too fast to process them fully.

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?

But he knew one thing for sure. His anger wasn’t going away any time soon. And it hadn’t for a while. It had just been collecting and collecting upon this big dam.

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

But now that dams broke. The waters flooded. The city’s ruined. The people drowned. Now that’s what you call damage. He was damaged beyond words at this very moment.

So tell me when you're gonna let me in

The two of them sitting on the porch. Not saying nothing. Not feeling nothing but anger. Not knowing what to say or how to say it. Not even knowing when to move.

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

Steve let out a long shaky sigh. “The world seems pretty damn cruel Soda. But at least I got me a buddy like you”. Soda cracked a half smile.

And if you have a minute, why don't we go

“You’re not too bad yourself” Soda chuckled, making Steve break into a small smile in the corners of his mouth. He bumped him on the shoulder.

Talk about it somewhere only we know?

Soda bumped him back in response. There wasn’t too much more to say. They knew that as shitty as life could get they had each other. And they didn’t even wanna think of what would happen if not, cause that’s even shittier.

This could be the end of everything

They sat in silence for another minute or so before Soda piped up again. “You feelin any better” Soda asked hesitantly. Already anticipating the answer.

So why don't we go? So why don't we go?

“I ain’t so much in total. But it’s better knowing I ain’t alone Sodapop” Steve signed scratching his foot against the dust and dirt that had gathered on the wood step.

Oh, this could be the end of everything

“Golly ain’t that the truth” Sodapop chucked relieved. Steve let out a small but not quite forced laugh at Soda’s optimistic presence.

So why don't we go somewhere only we know?

And again, they fell into a comfortable silence. Again only hearing the crickets and their breath. Steve wasn’t crying no more. I don’t think he could.

Somewhere only we know

“Heya Steve” Soda spoke hesitantly. “Can I kiss ya?”

Somewhere only we know

[katsuki-goodness]

<= Part 3 =>

Summary: The more you ignored them, the angrier he got and you didn’t even know why.

Tagged: @shoutodoki @afuckingunicornn

It took him a quite bit of time to figure out it was you standing in the crowd of people once everyone was rounded up. He wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t recognize you from not seeing you for about a year, or if he forgot entirely, but being thrown into you felt in some way, a blessing but he had to go and throw it all away. You were weaker than most kids but it didn’t mean you weren’t strong in your own way. He knew it hurt your feelings, he wouldn’t have asked Izuku to bring you to play in their plan.

He sat with the rest of his class, lost in thought and nothing moving him from thinking that he should have done something. Instead, he hid all his feelings from you and none of it came out to show, not even to his one friend, Kirishima. He figured that he already knew about his crush but he has been like this for years now. He thought you’d be the one falling in love with him but it was him. He felt his heartbeat run so fast each time he saw you and it never failed to make him angry.

He knew you got hurt because of him but he also knew about your quirk. You can’t push it to its limits or you’ll hurt your arms in the process. Did he say anything about it? He should have but his pride was always the one getting in the way. He didn't want to lose you but he couldn't bring himself to say it to your face, not anymore.

His eyes had softened. Gazing through the crowd of people that we're settled in the cafeteria, his mind kept thinking of you. He asked himself if your arms were okay. Should he had said something, maybe someone else would have helped you and you wouldn't have been feeling the way you did. He looked around like a lost puppy and he didn't even recognize you coming in with one of your classmates. He looked towards the lines of people getting food and you walked right by him, ignoring the fact that he even existed. You were more worried about your arms at that moment and Katsuki clearly stated you were weak, you should quit. You couldn't and you wouldn't. Not now when you have more reason to show how strong you've gotten and to finally prove that you can take care of yourself. You're not that weak little girl anymore.

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The festival continued. You ate your food and you found out that your muscles were wearing out that extending your mist over a certain distance can actually tear your muscles apart. It would be beyond painful for you and they didn’t state how far it would until that happened. They told you to manage your mist and if you felt tears or even pain, to pull it back. You'll be risking your arms completely. You knew you have been practicing but since it was just you, how could you manage your mist when you didn't even know how to do so?

You never took that as an excuse but you were risking your hero career. Regardless, you will figure it in the time it takes for the 1 on 1 matches. The previous event had to do with another team event, this time, it was a 4 man team where one person can ruin it for the whole team. You can't be hit or touched by another person of another team. On a good note, you teamed up with your classmates, Tetsu and Tetsuka. Ironically. But then came the weird part of it all. A class 1A student decided to join you. It wasn't Izuku and it wasn't Katsuki. Surprisingly, it was Tokoyami. Why? You weren't sure. You couldn't really put your finger on it but teams are teams, and you 4 passed.

Now it was time for the matches. Most of the class 1A passed, probably only like 3 didn't. It was difficult seeing Izuku and Katsuki's names on the ladder and the good thing about it was you didn't get to fight them on the first match or even the second one. If you win, maybe you'll get the chance to fight Izuku.

You had to fight a class 1A student. Were you surprised? No, of course not. He was smiling in excitement and you stood up there with a breathing problem. You didn't know how well you can play someone enough to win since your fighting skills have gotten a lot better from years prior. You felt the eyes of everyone, and that alone made you shiver in place, Kirishima taking a notice.

"Hey, you alright?" He looked a bit worried.

"I'm alright," you responded quickly, smiling as you showed how nervous you really were. He did notice and even looked like he was debating in his head about something.

"You sure you're okay?" You smiled at him, but your smile was more genuine and Kirishima took that as his consent.

"Now starting the 5th match! We have from the hero class, Kirishima Eijirou!" Kirishima was smiling in determination, seeming as if his confidence was overflowing with just a simple smile. "And from Class B, a newbie since I don’t remember seeing her last year, L/N Y/N!” There were cheers from your classmates, you can hear them encouraging you as well as some saying “you better win!” You felt the confidence inside you rise and it also gave you the courage to position yourself in your attack stance when the match had begun. Kirishima grinned and harden.

“Well, its time to start this,” He told you and quickly lunged towards you. He threw a punching, knowing you had to dodge, you did and waited for the opportunity to strike up but you stopped it. You had used your mist to quickly block him, engulfing his hand in the mist. His eyes narrowed as he struggled to take his hand back, distracting him enough to use your other hands to push him away from you. He rolled back, catching himself by hardening and digging his hands into the ground.

“Not so fast, shark boy,” You had said. “Don’t assume you’ll win that easily.”

“Heh, at least I can have fun fighting you.” You took that an honorable compliment since he is one of the students in AU’s hero class. It was a lot nicer and easier to get along with than Katsuki ever was. And speaking of him...

You had to sigh to not think of him. Now is not the time to do that and so you let some of the mist come out your hands and positioned yourself again. It went back and forth for a while since he wasn’t able to land a hit on you until your arms began to become weak, and he landed a fist that knocked you back. He looked a bit surprised but you got up slowly, huffing and puffing realizing that this match had gotten too long at this point. You could try to end it right now but you’ll be risking losing at the same time. Offensive attacks were not your thing but you had to try. If you could pressure him and push him off when his guard is down, then you believe you can win but that’s if he falls for the bait.

"Don't lose your focus, idiot!" You could hear, your head quickly raising when you heard the familiar voice of Katsuki yelling down at the stage. Was he speaking to you or-

"I know! It's hard to get by them." Kirishima shouted back. Oh, so he was shouting at him. You shook your head and attacked. Was this how it was or was he just trying to get under your skin? You had to understand, you two weren't necessarily friends so you shouldn't be upset. But... I care- No, you don't. You don't care for him. Remember the way he treated you. Remember what he said and even decided to push you away all those years prior to today where he pushed you away again. But I did the same..! No, you had your reasons to do so.

Were these your thoughts? Were these true to who you are that you're too prideful to admit that you fell for the blonde and you're angry, upset because he won't do something about it? Or are you angry because you know he has something for you and you can't bring yourself to say something to him?

"Y/n!" A voice had shouted to you again, you were already on the floor and Kirishima stood a few feet away. Your thoughts were running wild. You didn't know what to think. Your cheek hurts so badly, your head hung low in defeat but you got up. Kirishima's eyes were worried and surprised, his initial excitement fading away.

That voice wasn't Kirishima's, that was Izuku yelling out of worry. You looked up at the stadium watching as Izuku's promptly worried expression looking down at you. He was standing up while the rest of A1 sat there looking a bit perplexed. He sat close with Katsuki who's eyes showed more than his words did. They looked angry but with a more attentive look which got you to think, If it weren't for me if I weren't so weak, I would have been in those seats with those two.

You looked over at Kirishima who stood there with the same perplexed expression as the rest. "I'm sorry, Kirishima, I got distracted. I'm guessing this fight wasn't as fun as you expected." He didn't respond back so you continued. "I won't go easy on you this time."

"What?! You weren't trying?!"

"I was, I just had a few things on my mind. Aside from that, I'm ready to fight." You smiled in reassurance and launched your mist towards him which pushed him back closer to the edge of the stadium. You quickly lunged forward and use your left hand to push his legs back but he was quick enough to harden, enabling you to move him. You took the opportunity to use your other hand to strike him directly only for him to block it with his hands.

"You're strong!" He struggled, his body moving even closer to the edge as his eyes trailed around for something to help himself with. Maybe it was because you wanted to prove those two wrong but after catching Kirishima off guard by flipping him over, using your own mist to help pull him over your shoulder then onto the ground, you felt the need to pull back. You used your quirk to take him out of bounce after being knocked to the ground.

"Kirishima is out of bounce! L/N F/N moves on to the next round!" A sigh of relief escapes your lips, bowing to the sore looking Kirishima who got up slowly with a bummed out expression but was quickly changed when his smile appeared on his face. It gave him another rival of some sort that he lost to you, and for future things to come, he will bother you for matches until the day you die. That's something?

"I've seen you before and I didn't imagine you would be this strong," He began to say with a smile, somehow, slightly offending you but you're sure he didn't mean it that way. He ended up smiling and nodding in response, walking away as he did the same. Back at your seat, your class bombarded you with pats on the back and congratulations that it made you chuckle how excited each friend was. They were happy to see one of their classmates moving up and it made it even easier for you to get noticed by the scouts.

"You did great! You beat a 1A student!" Someone said.

"You never show this much dedication~ were you hiding this from us?" Another teased. The more they talked, the more you felt weird. Your thoughts ran to your victory then the people you were surrounded by, but with each thought came the feeling of those ruby eyes staring at you, the utter feeling of resentment, if you could call it that. You were sure he would be telling Kirishima off about losing to you but you felt like that wasn't the case. Your eyes were now tracing the wall next to the seats to your left. Class 1A was just on the other side of that wall and you felt the somehow agitated aura coming from that side. Maybe it was you? You shrugged it off and watched as the matches continued, your heart feeling a little heavy but a little happy. You won the first round after all.

I’m sorry everyone~ This was so late but I’m getting close to finals week and well, I had work too. I legit only been writing a few words and sentences but that helps me develop the story better even if its a few words or a paragraph lol but anyway, this was just a small part. Hope you guys can forgive me and hope you all enjoy~

[aileysmirnov]

◇◆Ailey Villains Gallery: Scarecrow◇◆

Scarecrow's face claim: Adrien Brody

Secret vs Scarecrow! How did they met?

Ailey (Secret) and Scarecrow met 'thanks' to Batman:

One night in Gotham, Scarecrow infiltrated the Iceberg Lounge with the intention to Kill some of Penguin's Henchmen.

With a more "upgraded" (and letal) version of his fear gas.

Just as a way to send a message to Oswald who had stolen some of his gas and now was selling it for a very high price on the dark market.

To prevent Batman from intervening, Scarecrow convinced Riddler and Dr Pig to create a "distraction" (if murdering almost 11 people between the two and then make an "spectacle" about it, can be called like that) for the Bat.

And unfortunately when the "Caped Crusader" realized it was a trap (thanks to one of Riddler's "funny" riddles) he was already too far from the building.

Too far from stopping Scarecrow.

He analyzed all of his options pretty fast: he couldn't send Damian, he was with him, Dick was in Blüdhaven, He already send Tim after Riddler and Steph after Pig, Cass and Barbara where in another state with the Birds of prey, Duke and Kate where teaming up to solve a crime involving a new rising homicidal cult and Jason…he wasn't in good terms with Jason…again…and he losed his track at least 2 weeks ago.

And so…he reluctantly took the phone and dialed the number of the one person he could think of.

Ailey was doing the usual: shouting angrily and throwing a tantrum towards her employees (like the good little tyrant she is) for a last minute cancellation of 4 of the stellar models for the upcoming Winter collection of SVELLYO. When all of a sudden she received a call from the one and only: Bruce fucking Wayne.

—B! What a perfect timing! Is not bothersome at all!—she remarked the words sarcastically annoyed a tone that sounded like the venomous hissing of a snake.

—Listen Ailey, I don't have time for thi-

She cut him off

—What a coincidence! Neither do I, B's man! Byee~

—Ailey…—He didn't shout at her but his more menacing (than usually) tone, make her feel like he did; it was a voice tone that Bruce normally just used when he was with Joker and when he used it. Oh boy, You just knew the man ain't taking any shit.

—Listen to me. And listen. C A R E F U L L Y. Scarecrow is in the Iceberg Lounge it's 2 minutes away from you by flying. I need you to go after him and prevent whatever he's up to against Cobblepot.—He said a little more ""nicer"" (if it's even possible) this time, but still with a hint of frustration in his voice.

—yeah…well…I also need this little favor, B—Bruce was about to fucking lose it in that moment, there where lives in danger and this CHILD was just thinking of herself!! But before he could lash out at her with a "I'm dissapointed" speech; Damian took the phone.

—He said he'll do it, you have my word. Now…Go! —Robin said without thinking twice

—Thank you, my zelenyy*! I'm on my way! —and with an Angry Bruce Lashing out at every single thing on earth on the background, Ailey hanged up, wrote a quick note to his secretary, asking him to give all of her employees a rise (including him, of course) and sprinted out to SVELLYO's roof top; without a word to the perplexed staff.

Once she stood there.She could feel the cold night breeze hitting her face and without any doubt she jumped abruptly from one of the highest points in the city.

Her eyes opened at the middle of his falling, adrenaline and renewed energy cursing trough her veins, her blonde hair replaced with a glowing rose gold, a metalic blue growing in her gaze and her outfit conveniently transformed on an all black bodysuit with slight hints of gold on the bottom of her sleeves.

His whole body defying gravity, flying through the night sky with the same grace and glory of a swan and leaving a subtle trace of light glowing pink as she passed by.

She arrived at the Iceberg Lounge back entrance at least 5 seconds earlier from what Batman had predicted.

Penguin's henchmen where all gathered in what appeared to be a small cellar on the very back of the casino, they were complaining about an out of the blue"meeting".

Secret (Ailey) assumed it was Scarecrow's way to get them all in the same place and avoid any unnecessary complications.

With extreme caution she stood and watched near the skylight, trying to fade away her own slightly glowing nature with the moonlight.

Her eyes searched quickly inside the room, ans she soon spotted atleast 6 gas tanks oddly put in some of the poorly lighted corners of the cellar.

But no sign of the maniac

Or so she though until the abrupt pain in her neck and the obscure presence behind her sooner than later make her realize; she wasn't alone.

She could feel the infernal pain from the toxin filling his lungs and cutting her breath and her vision becoming a little bit dizzy.

—You should know better than spying on people, dear…It might not end up being what you expected—his voice was deep and unforgiving, a condescending tone and the weight of countless sleepless nights leaked through every word.

She tried to speak but only felt her throat closing.

—Now, now, dear…all will end up soon. —His tall and lanky figure covered by worn out clothes to match his own psychotic aesthetic made him look intimidating. And without any glimpse of empathy he proceeded to toss her body aside with a kick like if she was a filthy dead rat, and continue to watch expectantly to the ignorant henchmen above.

He was waiting, waiting for one of them to foolishly reveal where his beloved toxin was and after a couple of minutes one of them casually mentioned a secret basement where the most important items waited patiently for whoever was able to afford his almost ridiculously expensive price.

Crane smiled wickedly to himself…he had just what he wanted…almost.

He activated the slightly hidden tanks of fear gas and watched in admiration as some of the henchmen faces started to change into a horrified expression.

—Head's up, asshole!—He didn't even had time to process the situation properly, when Secret's hands where at both sides of his head, the tip of her fingers illuminated and emanating Rose gold strings of pure energy attaching themselves to Crane's mind.

And at that exact moment he remembered: the pain, the panic, the fear.

The very first time he tested his toxin, was on himself: he was laying in to that dirty old shack for what felt like an eternity; he screamed and begged and yet the hallucinations didn't leave him, his mind was racing with the most horrible thought it could possibly even consider, everything so real and yet so distant. He felt hopeless.

And the delicate strings clinging tight around his mind. Lord, what a bittersweet nostalgia! He felt the same, the same way as the first time, he could hear the screams, the voices, the endless discontent. But couldn't find anything around him…just…hollow and for some strange reason…that scared the shit out of him.

Ironically it had been years since the last time Crane felt genuine fear.

When Crane woke up, he was already in that horrible place: a worn out cell from Arkham

But strangely he didn't feel any kind of anger or frustration. No…he felt…elated in the best way possible almost like if he had reborn!

And so…he stood there; staring blankly at the small window with an almost devilish smile across his face.

Waiting for the next encounter

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Ailey felt so proud of herself, she had successfully managed to knock out Scarecrow, control the gas leak and save Penguin's henchmen! All alone! And even took the liberty to recover all of Crane's toxin samples Penguin had!

She couldn't wait to see Bruce's face, Oh that man owed her BIG TIME!

When Bruce and Damian finally arrived at the Batcave, he was welcomed by her.

She looked like a 10 year-old who approved one of his test and was proudly showing off the paper to his parents.

Wich made Bruce smile…a little (even if he doesn't admit to it)

—See? You can trust me, B!—she said handing him the samples.

—So you send him to Arkham? Hmm…honestly I didn't though you'll made it…but good job…I guess…?—Damian admitted, while taking off his mask.

—Well, I'm glad I'm not THAT disappointing, sir! —Her tone expressing the sarcasm and slight frustration and offence in every word. Which Damian only replayed with a faint little smile.

—…Good Job, Ailey…—Bruce spoke for the first time since they arrived

—…and thank you for your help…—He completed with a slightly more """friendly""" tone (which just means less stiffness in his voice but still maintaining his authoritarian tone)

—yeah…well…don't thank me yet…we had a deal!—She said while playfully floating around him and touching the ears of his Bat-suit; Bruce could only do as much as to touching the bridge of his nose trying to contain his very obvious nuisance.

—…What do want? —He said sighing heavily.

—Nothing much, really! I want You, Damian, Dick and Katy modeling for SVELLYO winter collection catwalk, next week! —

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OMG! That was fun! I was going to put a small and cute little drawing of Ailey touching the ears of the Bat-suit but I still haven't finished yet! So yeah…I will edit it once I have it done!

Anyway! I loved writing this, and I will be uploading more content for Ailey, wich now she has her official anti-hero name! And is called

🥁🥁🥁🥁

Secret!

Shout out to @melyaliz / @insideoflit for the name idea! I honestly struggle so much with names 😅

Thanks to @Shiro.GURu (on insta) for helping me with this! Love ya, girl <3

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[phati-sari]

hii, Ps. why do you even reply to those hateful asks. you better reply to some good asks, please? We can't see you like this. we all know that this blog is your happy place and we don't won't you to get upset with it. please ignore the hate, even Phata kurta wants the same ;) (yeah, I was the one who was like- I'm so glad that Phata Kurta is with you in your hard times) all my love, blessings, hugs and kisses for you, always!

Hey :)

So this is not a good time to let you know that I only answer one in every ten of the ‘hateful’ asks? I delete a lot of questions after reading them. And it does make me feel better, but I sometimes answer when I have something to say.

My thought process behind publishing the last two was because the first genuinely perplexed me and I wanted to confront the person who was so callous. The second gave me an opportunity to explain to readers that what comes across as rudeness on my behalf is usually me protecting myself.

Thanks for your messages, they made me smile a lot, and when I showed PK he said the same thing as you – “answer those ones, why are you wasting energy on the rest?”.

You’re both right! Let’s get on with it :)