#and you refuse to take responsibility for arguments you started or problems you caused

[flimango]

If he doesn’t stop trying to “subtly” call me stupid, I’m gonna kill him

[7seas-of-ryy]

Not Good Enough

Author’s Note: My second job started up again, I take care of my nephew in the mornings and after school, and I've been sick!! I have about 7 WIPs right now that I know need a lot more time before they will be finished. I hope you all enjoy this story!!

Summary: You know you're ready to go on your first mission but what does Az think?

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: a few cuss words, let me know if I need to add any :)

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“You can’t be serious.” You shouted at the male in front of you.

“I’m the most serious I’ve ever been. And this argument is over.” He calmly stated in response.

You scoffed and looked over to Cass for help but he refused to make eye contact. Looking back at Azriel, you decided you wouldn’t give up that easy.

“You don’t get to decide when the argument is over. I’m coming with on this mission, I can help you.” You argued.

“Yes, I do get to decide that. No, you’re not coming. And no, you can’t help us. End. Of. Discussion.” He was starting to get frustrated with you.

His words only made you more mad, your temper getting the best of you.

“You’re ridiculous! You have been training me for months.. MONTHS! And you haven’t let me go on a single mission or actually see any action. This trip will be too dangerous for just the two of you. You need me to help you so why can’t you just let me come with.” You exclaimed.

“Because you’re not good enough!” Az shouted right back.

Ouch. That one hurt. Before you could compose yourself he continued.

“If you’re not fast enough, strong enough, smart enough when you’re on missions like these, you die. I was put in charge of you to train you and it is up to me to decide when you are good enough. I am telling you that you aren’t. I don’t want to hear about any of this again!” He finished his rant, his chest was heaving.

You tried to hide it but the look of hurt was clear on your face. When you glanced over at Cassian he was looking at you this time, like you were a puppy who had just been kicked. You hated it, you didn’t want sympathy.

Az noticed how much he hurt you and reached out his hand to you.

“Y/N-” He started but you backed away from his reach.

You turned around and walked away before he could try and speak to you again. Eventually Cass and Az continued to prepare for their mission and you went to your room before you could be embarrassed any further.

You couldn’t believe him, he trained you for months and always told you how well you were doing. He would tell you how you impressed him with your intelligence but now you’re not good enough? You knew you were good enough. During the meeting with the IC, when Az first announced you wouldn’t be joining him and Cass, both Feyre and Rhys looked surprised as well.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you started to pack. You gathered your weapons and your bag and slid on your gear. When Cass and Az left, you waited a bit and then quietly followed their trail. It didn't matter that Az thought so lowly of you, you were going to prove him wrong.

You knew you had to stay a little farther back so they wouldn’t notice you, so you tracked them instead. Using all of the training you’ve had, you successfully followed them and stayed hidden the whole time.

The mission was supposed to be simple. Find the creature that had been causing problems and kill it. It should be easy enough for Cass and Az so you really couldn’t understand why he refused to bring you with.

You watched as Az and Cass followed the monster into the woods, trying to catch it off guard so it would be an easy kill. You stayed hidden in the shadows behind them and to the right when you heard some shuffling. Peering to where the noise was, you saw a second creature sneaking behind the 2 Illyrians.

Before you could even blink, the first creature turned around and swung at the two. The monster behind them pounced and landed on Cassian. He managed to fight it off and was dealing with that one when you saw Az backed into a tree. The vile beast swung at him again, and sent Az flying to the ground.

You took off running straight to Az, knowing you had to save him. Right before the creature could land the killing blow, you jumped on it's back. With fairly large daggers in both hands you brought your arms down, impaling it in the head with the two blades. It died quickly and fell with you still on top of it.

Cass had already killed the other one and came over to help you roll the creature off of Az. You held your hand out to him to help him up. After just saving his life, surely he sees how well you can do your job.

“What are you doing here?!” He yelled at you, rage in his eyes.

You were stunned, you saved his life and this is how he treats you? No, maybe he was in shock still?

“I assessed the situation first, Cass was holding his own and I saw you about to be killed so I acted fast. And I effectively and efficiently eliminated the threat. I did everything right-” You explained but he cut you off.

“No, what you did was disobey my direct orders to stay home. You could have been killed! You aren’t ready to handle this yet and you just proved it by not listening to me!” He continued to yell at you.

“How about you try saying ‘thank you’, you know, for literally saving your life one minute ago.” You sneered.

It was silent while the two of you glared at each other, smoke practically shooting out of your ears before Cass stepped in.

“Listen she did just save our asses and she’s already here now. We were going to set up camp and head home tomorrow anyways so she can just stay with us.” He told Az and then looked at you, “Come on, the cabin is about 30 minutes from here. Let’s go.”

He held out his arms, insinuating you needed to let him carry you so he could fly you to the cabin. The flight went by fast and you were still pissed at the spymaster when you landed.

The three of you entered the space silently and it wasn’t until Cass said something that you realized what the problem was.

“There’s only two beds.” He stated.

“Yes, because there was only supposed to be two of us on this mission.” Az grumbled and sent a look your way.

You rolled your eyes at him and looked at Cass instead.

“It’s a long trip home tomorrow so none of us should sleep on the floor. We don’t want to have a bad back all day long, believe me I’ve been there before. So who wants to share a bed?” Cass asked with a grin.

“Let’s just get three sticks. We can pull them and whoever pulls the longest gets the bed to themselves?” You suggested.

“Pretty and smart.” Cassian replied with a wink at you.

Az let out a growl at his words and Cass held his hands up. Unbelievable, he couldn’t even let anyone else compliment me.

“Fine.” Az agreed to your plan.

You all pulled sticks and held them up. Cass quickly let out a cheer, seeing his was the longest and started getting cozy in bed. You and Az glanced at each other and painfully made your way over to the bed. You sat on the edge of the bed when the spymaster hesitated.

“No. I’m not sharing a bed with her.” Az told Cass.

“Oh grow up. You’re mad at me so you’re going to throw a tantrum? It’s just for one night, then I promise you won’t ever have to be disgusted by sharing a bed with me again.” you snapped.

“What? No.. I’m not…I just…” He trailed off, “Fine. We leave at sunrise.”

Cass nodded his head in agreement and closed his eyes to sleep. You laid down and Az slowly got into the bed next to you, making sure to stay as far away as he could. The first thing you noticed was how cold the room was. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you decided to just try to stay put, too mad to ask for something to warm you up. Eventually, you let sleep take over.

You woke up to a large hand gently shaking your shoulder.

“Come on, you’re freezing.” Az whispered to you.

“I’m fine.” You stubbornly stated.

“No, you’re not. You’re literally shivering.” He argued.

You tried to stay completely still, to stop the shaking but you were just so cold.

“You would rather freeze to death than get close to me?” He added when you didn’t respond.

You stayed silent again and his hand traveled to your waist. His other hand slid under you and he pulled you into his chest. His wings wrapped around the both of you, creating warmth and giving you instant relief. You slightly pushed back into him even more, craving his body heat and he responded by wrapping his arms around you tighter.

You were still mad at him but you would be lying if this position didn't make you blush. For a while now, you've had a bit of a crush on the Shadowsinger, which is probably why everything he said to you hurt even worse. Pushing those thoughts to the back of your head, you decided to just relax.

The two of you fell asleep that way and when you woke up, his wings were still around you but now your face was nuzzled into his chest.

“It’s been sunrise for 45 minutes now. C’mon wake her up, it’s time to go.” Cassian complained.

“Shh. She hasn’t gotten this much rest in a while. Let her sleep a little longer.” Az grumbled.

His hands were rubbing up and down your back and you desperately wanted to stay like this longer. But then you remembered how mad you were at him so you opened your eyes. You got up and started to gather your things to leave, ignoring the look on Azriel’s face.

“Morning sunshine.” Cassian smirked at you.

You flipped him off and walked past him.

“Alright, we have to walk for about two hours north, then we can fly the rest of the way.” Az told you the plan.

“I know. Don’t forget I made the whole trip here.” You spoke with a sharp edge to your tone.

“Yeah, I was going to ask you. How did you know where we were? I mean you can’t fly so how did you follow us?” Cass inquired.

“I didn’t follow you. I tracked you. I stayed hidden the entire time and using the limited knowledge I had of the mission, I figured out where you were headed. It was actually pretty easy.” You asserted.

Cassian’s eyebrows raised in awe and Azriel’s eyebrows shot down in confusion.

“No that doesn’t make sense.” Az grumbled.

“Az, she outsmarted us and saved our asses. It’s time to admit you were wrong.” Cass stuck up for you.

You gave Cass a slight nod in thanks and the three of you continued to walk home. No one spoke for the rest of the walk until it came time to fly the rest of the way. You went up to Cass but he didn’t reach for you.

“I’m sorry, I hurt myself last night fighting the creature. Az will have to fly you.” Cass explained.

You were confused because he flew you last night after the mission but you were too drained to argue. Slowly, you made your way over to Az. Before Cass took off you heard him say 'Tell her' and fly off. You gave Az a confused look and he shrugged his shoulders.

He picked you up and the two of you took off. You could see Cass ahead of you but you were far back enough that he couldn’t hear you.

“What did Cass mean?” You asked.

Az stared straight ahead and didn’t respond.

“Really? I mean you can’t even talk to me now? You’ve been so rude to-” You started.

“I was scared.” He muttered, “I was scared of you getting hurt, ok? I didn’t want you in the field because I can’t lose you. I know you’re smart and strong enough but I was.. I don’t know. It’s stupid and I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” You said dumbly.

“That’s it?! Yell at me or something, I know I was an ass. I’m so sorry.” He told you.

“I’m not going to yell at you… I understand the fear of losing someone. Why do you think I wanted to come with? When I saw that beast on top of you about to kill you…I didn’t even stop to think. I just knew I had to save you, I’ve never felt that type of fear before. If something happened to you.. I don’t even want to think about that.” You told the male holding you.

“Well, I think it’s time for me to thank you for saving my life. If you weren’t there, me and Cass would both be gone right now, so thank you.” He gently spoke.

You gave him a warm smile and held onto him just a little bit tighter. There was comfortable silence for a little bit before you heard Az clear his throat.

“Now, tell me how you really tracked us all the way there. There was a point in the journey where we went through a portal. It would’ve been impossible to track us unless you had put a spell on the portal.” Az wondered.

“Ok fine. Once you got to the portal, one of your shadows noticed me and instead of letting you know, it stayed behind. It waited for me to catch up. Then it led me to you and even silenced my steps in the woods.” You admitted.

“What?!” he spoke in shock.

He looked down and could see a little shadow curled in your hair, peeking out like a child about to get scolded.

“You little traitor!” He gasped.

“Hey don’t be mean to it! I used my resources like you taught me, it just so happened that one of your shadows was a resource to me.” You let out a small laugh.

You could see the house coming into view when all of the sudden, Az took a turn and started to head towards a mountain instead. You weren’t sure where he was going but you trusted him so you stayed quiet. He landed and set you down.

“So there is actually one more thing that I have to confess. My shadows have always liked you.” He blurted.

“Well I like them too.” You told him, confused at his confession.

“Ok that’s not all.. I also like you, a lot. Look I’m not good at this, I actually have a terrible track record but all I know is I love you. And I don’t want to mess this up.” He finally revealed the truth to you.

“That’s actually really convenient because I love you too. I’ve actually been madly in love with you for a while now.” You told him.

“I really want to kiss you right now but I’m covered in mud and gunk from the mission yesterday and I want our first kiss to be nicer than that. After we get home and get cleaned up would you like to go on a date with me? Maybe get some dinner?” He nervously asked you.

“I would love nothing more than to go out with you.” You blushed.

His smile lit up his whole face. The two of you made your way to the house and once you were cleaned up you met in the living area. Before you left for your date you wanted to mess with him a little.

“I bet you’re happy I didn’t follow your orders, huh?” You joked.

“Yeah yeah, I would have told you my true feelings eventually.” Az grumbled.

“NO YOU WOULDN’T HAVE. I HAD TO LISTEN TO YOU BITCH ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS FOR HER FOR MONTHS NOW.” Cassian screamed.

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[mynameismisty]

MINORS DNI.

⪩⪨ ME AND MY HUSBAND ⪩⪨

pairings: in-ho/frontman x wife!reader

warnings: mention of deaths, mention of violence, in-ho kinda being a manipulator

s/n: inspired by @angelseraphines gods and monsters fic<333

Fear.

That was all that filled your mind right now, after the first game— from what you thought was recreation of one of your favorite childhood games turning into a nightmare.

Problem was, you were only *watching*.

From the big screen in front of you, barely any lights in the room as it illuminated your features. You glance towards your husband, an unbothered look on his face like he's seen this numerous times to have grown numb to the sight.

The stacks of bodies that piled up near the shut entrance of the makeshit arena didn't help you get less queasy. You could feel something stirring in your stomach as your eyes refused to look away from the splatters of blood that adorned the game area's walls with every bullet that went through their heads.

You've known that this was his job for a long time now, when he told you what he did as the Frontman. It was after a big argument nearing the start of the games as you'd confronted him on why this business trip would take so long and why it was only on this specific time of the year. Why he'd leave you so lonely and why he would come back looking like he keeps losing bits of his humanity. Looking as if guilt was chipping away from the inside.

It led to the explanation, a cold hard one. He hugged you right after, switching up and telling you there was no other woman he'd want to be with. All your assumptions that he was cheating were wrong. But in some twisted way, you wanted it to be just cheating. And not the fact that your husband was responsible for the death of thousands if not millions.

Every night after that conversation, In-ho had grown more affectionate, more touchy and more initiating of intimacy but you declined. You felt like the cover of your dear husband unveiled itself, showing the ugly, non-empathic man underneath. It was like seeing the once sweet husband who you saw at the altar, eyes filled with tears as he kissed you with every fiber of being he had in his body— was now gone.

Dark circles adorned the under parts of his eyes, the lips that stretched into a wide smile whenever he saw you were now chapped, dry and tasted like bitter whiskey brands he buys.

Glancing at the liquor on the tray between you both, you think it must be a dream. As the screaming from the screen cause slight vibrations that make the liquid move ever so slightly. But your eyes focus, too much so that you feel dizzy seeing the liquor move round and round the glass bottle.

You felt sick, shutting your eyes while you tried to convince yourself this was all a dream. Even the ride to this secluded island seemed like a dream, with In-ho drugging you so that you pass out.

He claimed it was for you to not tell anyone else the route to the games.

A yell along with a cold sensation brings you back to your senses, looking at player 456, or as you've come to know— Gi-hun, screaming at the other players to freeze. You look down at your trembling hand on the arm rest, with your husband's laying stop of it and massaging your knuckles soothingly but it did little to help.

"This is why I told you never to interfere," His voice rings out, skinned of the warm, domestic tone and now a hollow feeling of coldness. This time, you knew he was right.

You should've never pried at all, maybe it'd all be fine if it really was just cheating.

You couldn't reply back, your voice too dry. You didn't want to look at him either. Not when we looked like the grim reaper, someone responsible for deaths of many. How many years has he been doing this? Five? Ten? Maybe even twenty? You forgot when the mysterious business trips started to happen.

"It was just concern." You hoarse.

"I don't need your concern, not when it comes to this."

"But it's not even about you anymore," Your voice was shaky. "It's about them. It's about them dying."

More people get shot as one of the purple-haired players push three players down to their deaths as they get shot. "They chose this. It is not my fault that they are the greedy ones."

"Seriously? That's what you chalk this up to? Jesus, In-ho," You laugh from the ridiculousness of it all. Your husband acting like a god, with the lives of people in his very hands.

Worst part is that he was. He was a god. In this island, he played the cards, he pulled the strings and he triggered the guns.

There wasn't a thing you could do for your darling husband to be back.

You hear an audible swallow from him, seeing him drink a shot of the left whiskey in the glass.

"I'm joining the games."

What?

"What?"

"I'm joining the games," He repeats. "Gi-hun needs to be stopped."

"What the hell are tou talking about, In-ho? Are you insane?"

"No." He says calmly, barely sparing a glance at you. "It's not enough to watch him play the hero."

"So you're going to play along? What the fuck is wrong with you? Alright, you're responsible for all their deaths but now you want to be shoved into a coffin next to them?"

You were seething with anger as you stand up. "You can't do this to me! Maybe I can forgive you for— for being this monster but I won't forgive you if you die in these games—"

"I'm not going to die in them." He chuckles. But it wasn't out of amusement or joy, it was more of a forced one. "If you don't want to see me anymore, I understand, you can leave."

Leave? As in seperate from him? Divorce? What the hell was he even talking about?

"I'll have the guards escort you back home on a boat."

In-ho did not look at you with love, nor with anger. He just gave you a look of acknowledgement and nodded solemnly.

Nothing was going through your mind but the echoing, hard footsteps through the room. That's all you can remember from the suppressed memory.

And now, it's been a few days. You have no idea whether In-ho is still alive or burnt to ashes by now. Maybe he's buried six feet underground out of respect for him as the boss.

All you're sure of is the growing baby inside your stomach when you tested positive before your husband left.

[workofthediesel]

“Stop that.”

“Huh?” Rusty hadn't been expecting to be spoken to, so it took a moment for Caboose’s words to sink in, and a longer moment for him to figure out what he was talking about.

Caboose’s hand was on his. Rusty stared down at it like he was trying to figure out what it was doing there. He wasn't holding Rusty's hand, at least not in any sort of romantic way. Rather, he was forceful with it, not so much holding his hand as he was holding him back.

It was only then that all the pieces came together and Rusty realized what was going on. He’d been absent-mindedly scratching at a patch of rust on his wrist. To his mild embarrassment, he'd broken through the skin. “Oh,” he said somewhat dumbly. “Sorry.”

Caboose tutted, letting go of the hand he was holding and reaching instead for Rusty’s other one. Rusty let him have it, letting his arm go lax as Caboose turned it this way and that, inspecting the damage. After a couple of moments, Caboose sighed. He kept hold of Rusty’s arm with one hand, reaching up with the other to tug at the knot at the back of his neckerchief.

Rusty wondered what he was doing for a few seconds before it clicked. “You don't have to—” Rusty started to protest, but too late. Caboose was already dabbing away the tiny droplets of blood that had welled up from the scratches.

His touch was gentle, a strong contrast from his remonstrating tone of voice. “Why do you do this to yourself?”

“It wasn't on purpose,” Rusty defended. “I just didn't realize how hard I was scratching.”

“You're not supposed to be scratching at all.”

Rusty shrugged. “It's itchy.”

Caboose shot him a scathing look. “You have medications that help with this.”

Ah, yes. His medications. A few months back, Wrench had prescribed him a wealth of topical treatments that were supposed to help with rust. Nothing could cure it completely, not permanently, but they could alleviate the symptoms and help strengthen the skin to treat the flare ups and make them a little less common. The problem was: Rusty hated them. He loved that they helped, of course, but that didn't outweigh how thick and tacky and uncomfortable they were.

Caboose knew this, but he didn't fully understand. As far as he could see, Rusty was simply refusing to use something he knew would help for no reason. It frustrated him to no end because, although getting him to admit it was like pulling teeth, Caboose cared. He hated to see Rusty in pain, even if that pain only amounted to some mild discomfort because he was itchy sometimes.

That was an argument he didn't feel like rehashing right now, so instead he settled on a cop-out answer. “It's complicated.”

Caboose scoffed. “Complicated.” Despite the snark in his voice, his hands remained gentle.

Rusty could only offer him a sheepishly apologetic smile in response.

The scratches weren’t that deep, and in just a couple more seconds they were dealt with. Caboose pulled his scarf away and lifted Rusty’s hand up to his eyes, checking to make sure the bleeding had fully stopped. Satisfied, he rubbed his thumb over the area, applying just enough pressure that it would feel nice for Rusty, even if it didn’t quite scratch the itch. 

Despite his success in taking care of Rusty, a small frown was playing at Caboose’s lips. Rusty knew why: the cuts had stopped bleeding but the skin around them was still dry and cracked, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if Caboose could also feel how tight it was. He had fixed the immediate problem, but not the root cause.

A frowning Caboose was always a dangerous thing. Rusty tried to take his hand back before Caboose did something less pleasant, like hold him down and force the medications on him, but Caboose tightened his grip on Rusty’s wrist, keeping it where it was. His eyes were sharp when Rusty met them, aware of what Rusty was doing and not liking it one bit. The look Rusty gave him back was pleading. 

Caboose was just trying to help, Rusty knew that. It was sweet, and it wasn’t like he didn’t appreciate the thought. But even just the idea of having those sticky ointments slathered on his skin was enough to make his stomach turn. He wouldn’t be able to stand it if Caboose actually made him use that stuff.

His desperation must have translated into his gaze because after a few more moments of standing firm, Caboose’s shoulders sagged. Caboose was as stubborn as a mule, so Rusty really must have looked awful to make him relent so easily. 

Although, he didn’t give in completely. He loosened his grip on Rusty’s wrist but still kept it in his hand, fixing Rusty with a beseeching look of his own. With his free hand, he dug out a tiny bottle he’d had tucked under the wristband of his glove. “Will you at least let me use this on you?”

Rusty squinted at the bottle. It wasn’t any of his prescriptions. Instead, it was just a bottle of lotion. The good kind, pricey but specially formulated to help with rust. More importantly, it was immediately soothing and not unpleasant to put on at all. 

It was an acceptable compromise. Rusty nodded his assent, letting his arm go lax once more as Caboose moved his grip from around Rusty’s wrist to cradle his hand instead. Keeping a hold of Rusty’s hand meant that Caboose needed to bite the bottle cap in order to unscrew it, but that didn’t phase him for a second. Rusty kept his eyes fixed firmly on their hands as he did, fighting down the heat threatening to rise to his cheeks.

Caboose squeezed a generous dollop of lotion onto the back of Rusty’s hand, then screwed the cap back on and tucked the bottle back into his glove. With his hand once more freed up, he began rubbing the lotion in. Rusty smiled. It felt nice.

As Rusty let himself be taken care of, his mind began to wander. The lotion Caboose was using was good, but just for rust. It wasn’t like any of the fancy creams and serums Caboose favored, anti-aging or skin-brightening or whatever the latest trend was. Caboose would have no reason to use this, much less carry a bottle around with him.

It was for him, Rusty realized, a rush of warmth blooming in his chest. Caboose had gone out of his way to find the best lotion for rust he could, price tag be damned, and carry it with him, just in case Rusty ever needed it. 

Rusty’s smile threatened to double in size at the thought, and he bit his lip to stop it from showing. Caboose liked to pretend that he was only ever looking out for himself, but everyone knew that was just a front. He had a sentimental streak a mile wide that he tried to keep hidden. In most cases, he was fairly successful. Rusty, however, was his one weakness. Ever since they'd gotten together, and even for some time before as Caboose tried to make up for the crash in the championship, Caboose couldn’t be anything other than sweet to him, no matter how hard he tried to disguise it.

Despite the fact that the depth of Caboose’s care was common knowledge, Rusty fawning over his soft side would only serve to make him embarrassed. Something about Rusty “ruining his image,” as if Caboose didn’t do enough of that on his own. 

As cute as it would be to see Caboose get flustered, the immediate consequence of that would be him getting mad, as well, and there were few things worse than Caboose in a stormy mood. With that thought in mind, Rusty forced his face to go as neutral as possible.

It didn’t take long to apply the lotion, and in another couple of moments, it was done. Caboose let his hands linger on Rusty’s a little longer. “Better?”

“Much,” Rusty said. He twisted his hand slightly so that he was finally—properly—holding Caboose’s hand. “Thank you.”

Caboose grinned, far too pleased with himself in his victory of getting Rusty to admit that the lotion had helped. It was the sort of look that made Rusty certain that he would be holding it over his head for the foreseeable future, using it as proof that Rusty should let him use any of his prescriptions on him to his heart’s content. Rusty allowed him to savor that feeling for all of two seconds before pulling him in and kissing that smug look off his face.

[msweebyness]

MiracOlympus- Theatre Deities

Here’s the next batch of gods! The theater class! Enjoy! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Ayesha:

(Euphrosyne)

Goddess of joy and cheer

Can find a silver lining in any situation, negativity is a foreign concept

Personal cheerleader for any deity who needs it

Impossible not to smile around her

Great at talking people through their problems

Anthony:

(Thanatos)

God of death

Everything he says is morbid in some way, but he’s still a snark king

Only smiles around Jesse, otherwise he’s a dark cloud

Black Hair, black wings, black everything

SCARY when he’s mad

Jesse:

(Melpomene)

Muse of theater, specifically tragedy

Just as dramatic as his twin, Jean

Will start crying at the drop of a hat

Kind of a pessimist, worries a lot

Seeing him smile is a rare gift

Dot:

(Clio)

Muse of history and records

Keeps METICULOUS files of all happenings on Earth and Olympus

Can be a bit OCD about her records

Can recite an unbelievable amount of trivia

Can be persuaded to sing with her siblings

Petra:

(Iapetus)

Deity of Craft and artistic skill

Always working on some new project

Super critical of her own work

Loves visiting earth to find new materials

Can make anything into a fun art project

Roxie:

(Nemesis)

Godex of Retribution

Can be persuaded to forgive, but NEVER forgets

Believes very strongly in fairness and just punishment

Gives the most savage burns

Refuses to lose an argument

Candace:

(Eunomia)

Goddess of order and lawfulness

The Responsible One™️

Huge stickler for the rules of the divine order

Gets stressed when things go off course

Aggie, Alix and Ismael drive her up the wall

Brecken:

(Cybele)

God of wild creatures and nature

VERY protective of all wildlife

Sweet as a kitten with his friends and Evie

Doesn’t like being inside

Has some animal features, i.e. feline eyes, claws, etc.

Eri:

(Hecate)

Goddess of witchcraft and magic

Still gothic and theatrical as heck

Has a potion or spell for everything

Only likes to come out at night

Everyone is at least a little scared of her

Aggie:

(Atë)

Goddess of daring and impulse

Will NEVER turn down a dare

Harbinger of chaos

Giving the other gods heart attacks on the reg

Lacey’s parkour bestie

Margo:

(Eos)

Goddess of the dawn

Wakes up the world with encouragement and affection

Still a romantic, Rose’s matchmaking buddy

Biggest morning person ever

Dresses like the sunrise

Soo-Yeon:

(Eurus)

God of the east wind and fall weather

Quietest and most restrained of the winds

Still a nervous wreck, tbh

Tries to wrangle his fellow winds as best he can

Can be intense when it’s needed

Has wings like a falcon

Parker:

(Kratos)

Goddess of strength and fortitude

Can deadlift just about anything

Always up to fight for a good cause

Can be VERY stubborn

Best workout coach

Staci:

(Erebus)

Goddess of the ether and gloom

Emotions are impossible to read

Likes to hang out in the shadows

Still snarky like no other

Hangs in the Underworld most of the time

Evie:

(Erato)

Muse of song and lyric poetry

Voice so pure it will make you cry

Still very proper, but cuts loose when singing

Master of wrangling her siblings

Writes love songs for Brecken

Mona:

(Morpheus)

Deity of dreams

Half-awake 90% of the time

Things they say are confusing, but also profound

Cannot stop falling asleep

Keeps a dream journal for the whole world, great at interpretation

Eloise:

(Metis)

Goddess of prudence and deliberation

Consistent voice of reason on Olympus

Does complex math problems or puzzles to relax

Not the most versed in emotion, but a good listener

Always has at least three plans

Anais:

(Urania)

Muse of science and space

Spends hours locked in her lab, working on countless experiments

Never goes anywhere without their telescope

Infodumps about the periodic elements

Is very…intense when curious about something

Missy:

(Asclepius)

Goddess of health and medicine

Will punt any of her fellow deities if they’re not taking care of themselves

She cares, it’s just aggressively

Serves as Olympus’ doctor, nurse, physical therapist, nutritionist, etc.

Snarky, but it’s out of love

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[pale-opal]

Thursday evening/way too early Friday morning, I uploaded the second of the final five chapters of my MMX rewrite. Which means that it is time for the second of the five fun facts. Today, we will be discussing the magic of ✨rewriting your own work✨(mild spoilers beneath the cut).

So, it should go without saying, but it is very rare that a first draft of a "First Impact" chapter gets posted. Usually, all that is needed is a quick grammar check from @crystalclear365, but other times, entire parts of the plot need to be reworked. Let's take the fight scene that takes place between Zero and X in Chapter 10 as an example. Originally, it took place in Chapter 8, and it looked like this:

Hmm... while I don't think this version of the argument is bad, per se, I do see a few issues. Everything escalates too quickly. X and Zero are at one another's throats in about a minute, despite there being no dialogue from either party that would warrant the other's response. Additionally, it is out of character for Zero to act the way he does here (especially when you consider how he behaves this early into the rewrite), and the fight being from X's perspective makes it difficult to see where Zero is coming from. That makes X more sympathetic than intended, which is a problem - while he does have a right to be confused as to why Zero seems to be so fond of Axl, this argument is meant to showcase the possessive tendencies that X struggles with at this point in the plot. Not only that, but Zero cutting contact with X before the battle with Chill Penguin would have severely restricted how I would have been able to write Zero and X's interactions during the mission.

In order to fix these issues, I moved the argument to Chapter 10, specifically after Zero talks to Sigma after the mission and after Axl has chosen to stay at the Hunter Base for the night. This led to this version of the fight:

Okay - this is much better. To begin with, the fight takes more time to build up (making it much less jarring when the yelling starts), and both Zero and X's motives are much clearer. X properly comes off as both possessive and understandably confused, and Zero's refusal to fully explain his actions also has proper reasoning behind it. Furthermore, moving the argument to a different chapter allowed me to create more reasons for the argument's escalation. Now, X is also upset because Zero misled him - and Zero has two additional reasons for why he's angry: X won't leave him alone, despite Zero not having a problem with doing that for him when necessary (in other words, X is being a hypocrite), and X's behavior reminds him of Bass (and not in a good way), causing him to draw the conclusion that people that are supposed to be close to him keep treating him like an object. There are plenty of other times that I have had to rewrite things in "First Impact," but this case is the easiest to talk about. However, if you want to know about the writing process I followed, please let me know! And my inbox is open, so don't hesitate to ask any other questions as well. (Also, if this is your first time hearing of "First Impact" or "Collision Course" and this post somehow piqued your interest, please read the tags on the fic before reading. While the story may be rated T for Teen, that doesn't mean things don't get intense. Stay safe, everybody.)

[greatlordfluffernutter]

Today I was bored at work with less to do than usual so I popped open the ChatGPT my company licenses for employees (I have no fucking clue why, nobody uses it for anything but entertainment and they give us 50 prompts per day) and tried a little informal experiment.

I gave this thing the classic fox chicken grain puzzle but with a simple twist to make it impossible: the fox will also eat the grain if left alone. The program responded exactly how I expected it to: it saw the rough outline of the problem and instantly spat out the answer as fast as you could if you'd googled it. No time to "think" needed, this is a standard, frequent question, so just give the known answer.

Except, of course, it was wrong. Step 1 fails with the fox eating the grain while I'm on the other side of the river with a chicken. I pointed this out and it apologized and spat out a new answer, this time telling me to take the fox across first. I pointed out that now the chicken eats the grain and this cycle began to repeat. For a time it picked one of the three items at random to take across and regurgitated the whole thing with minor changes, only to take in my reply and "fix" with a different item. As my answers got shorter, we eventually hit a point where it would respond to me saying that the fox would eat the grain with an apologetic, mildly rephrased re-issue of the failed sequence where the fox eats the grain.

Pointing out the obvious loop didn't break us out. Changing my responses and clarifying information didn't break us out. The only thing that stopped it from giving me wrong answers was telling it in no uncertain terms that there was no right answer. Only then did it realize/admit that there was no solution.

When I asked why it refused to give an "unsatisfactory" answer until practically told to do so, it spat out the token "as an AI language model still in development blah blah blah" and ignored my question.

This is a trend I've noticed in stories published about AI. Not only is it bad at reading the question and coming to conclusions (read: since it can't do that. It's an input/output function that predicts an acceptable answer and displays it), but for some reason it would rather give 100s of wrong answers than to say there is no right answer or even that it just doesn't know. I think back to that story of the lawyer who used ChatGPT like Google and asked it if there were previous cases that backed up his argument, and instead of saying that none exist (because none exist), it just started writing fake legal documents cause "yes" was predicted to be a more favorable outcome than "no".

These tools were created by humans with desires, incentives, priorities, biases, values, etc. For reasons they will never tell me, they made a robot that would rather lie to you than say "I don't know".

That's just one reason why I'm concerned about how this technology is being adopted.

[gabrielleraven28]

The Great Class Switch

Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Crack, Trauma, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Angry Bakugou Katsuki, Anxious Midoriya Izuku, Mentions of Bakudeku, relationshiponly in the background, Inspired by Nicque Marina, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: An AU of Classes 1-A and 1-B switching teachers for a few weeks. Completely inspired by Nicque Marine(on YouTube)'s TikToks.

Compilation link: https://youtu.be/Ahfn6R8lz9M

Notes: This work is completely inspired by TikToks by Nicque Marine. I just thought that I would take it a put a bit of a spin on it. There are scenes added in, extra dialogue, and so on; but the vary basis for it came from her TikToks. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the story!!

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42718023

Chapter 1: The First Meeting

“Good morning, everyone!” greets Nezu at the beginning of UA’s weekly faculty meeting. The white rat got only a few responses from the tired staff member; however, Nezu’s mood could not be darkened, especially today as he had an interesting idea he wanted to try out. The meeting carried on as normal: going over lesson plans, talking about ideas, and such, that is until the different classes worked their way into idle conversation.

“I just do not understand how you handle your class, Aizawa,” commented Vlad King. “They get into some kind of trouble every single class.”

“It builds character, Vlad. I would rather deal with the problem children than with weaklings,” defends Aizawa in his monotone voice.

“Yes, but you must admit that it can not be good for fifteen-year-olds to be fighting highly talented Villains every week; that is not even mentioning the training you put them through.”

“How else am I supposed to train them? If they want to be Heros, they will be going against Villains like this all the time.” A few Hero teachers nodded their heads along with the statement, but there were a few, mostly non-Hero teachers, who did not seem to agree.

“That may be true, but this is only their first year. They have time to learn and grow,” Vlad pointed out.

Before a full argument could be started, Nezu decided this would be the perfect time to propose his plan. “If I may suggest a solution?” the principal did not wait for an answer before continuing, “Why don’t you and Mr. King trade classes for a few days!” The joy in Nezu’s voice caused a look to Aizawa’s face, but there was no refusing the principal so he just moved farther back into his yellow sleeping bag. The teacher of class 1B also did not protest the change of classes, and so the Great Class Switch of classes 1A and 1B began. Effective Monday morning.

The excited laughter of UA’s principal could be heard throughout the rest of the day by passing students and teachers. Oh, this was going to be fun!

[cyberbenb]

Why doesn't Zelensky wear a suit?

When President Volodymyr Zelensky arrived at the White House on Feb. 28 to discuss ending the war that had inflicted tremendous tragedy on his country since its escalation in 2022, he was asked a question he likely least expected to hear at such a critical moment.

“Why don’t you wear a suit?”

“You’re at the highest level in this country’s office, and you refuse to wear a suit,” Brian Glenn, the chief White House correspondent for the right-wing Real America’s Voice TV channel, asked Zelensky during his meeting with U.S. President Donald Trump.

“Do you own a suit?” Glenn continued. “A lot of Americans have problems with you not respecting the office.”

It was no coincidence that Glenn was the one asking this not only inappropriate but also extremely disrespectful question. Glenn is considered to be one of the favorite reporters of Trump and his supporters.

He appeared to be merely mirroring Trump’s irritation with Zelensky’s outfit, which he had made clear just shortly before, while meeting Zelensky outside the White House upon arrival.

“You’re all dressed up today,” Trump said to a wartime leader.

On that day, Zelensky was wearing a simple all-black outfit, in line with his wartime style that he had adopted on Feb. 24, 2022, when Russia launched a full-scale invasion of Ukraine.

The Oval Office meeting between Zelensky and Trump led to a heated argument after an invited interference of U.S. Vice President JD Vance, resulting in the cancellation of a planned mineral deal and Trump’s decision to halt all military aid for Ukraine on March 3.

But amid a major U.S. foreign policy shift – abandoning allies and aligning with a longtime adversary, Russia – Glenn’s suit question continued to make headlines and receive reactions on social media in the ensuing days.

“If Zelensky takes off his military-style outfit and puts on a suit, what does that mean? It means he agrees that the war is over.”

According to Zoya Zvynyatskivska, a Ukrainian fashion historian, comments about clothing are never the cause but rather the result of someone's prejudice and dislike, and it is impossible to dress in a way that would change that attitude.

“In Trump's mind, there is no war. Everything has already ended," Zvynyatskivska told the Kyiv Independent. "If Zelensky takes off his military-style outfit and puts on a suit, what does that mean? It means he agrees that the war is over."

U.S. President Donald Trump and President Volodymyr Zelensky meet in the Oval Office at the White House in Washington, DC, U.S. on Feb. 28, 2025. (Andrew Harnik / Getty Images)

"Yes, Zelensky dresses demonstratively. But the only message he wants to convey with his clothing is: 'In my country, there is a war,'" Zvynyatskivska says. "Everyone wants to forget. Everyone wants to move on. But he keeps reminding them."

In response to Glenn’s question, Zelensky said, "I will wear a costume after this war will finish."

"Maybe something like yours, yes. Maybe something better, I don't know," he said. "Maybe something cheaper."

Following the meeting, Axios reported, citing two anonymous sources, that Trump's advisers told Zelensky's team multiple times that it would be more respectful for Ukraine's leader to "ditch his military-style attire" when visiting the White House.

"One small but not insignificant factor" that irritated Trump was the fact that Zelensky ultimately did not wear a suit, Axios reported.

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The last time Zelensky was seen in a suit was in his video address shortly after Russian President Vladimir Putin announced the start of the full-scale invasion in the early hours of Feb. 24, 2022.

In his next address later that day, Zelensky appeared in a khaki T-shirt. The next morning, he wore a fleece pullover of the same color for his morning address.

Since then, he has mostly been wearing military-style attire, only swapping it for a vyshyvanka — a traditional Ukrainian embroidered shirt — on holidays or special occasions.

"We all know that his life was already in danger on the very first day (of the full-scale invasion). Leaders of other countries even offered him evacuation, but he refused," Zvyniatskovska says.

"He was already wearing a bulletproof vest and comfortable clothing underneath it because, at that moment, his life was in danger."

Even when Ukrainian troops liberated Kyiv Oblast in the spring of 2022 and the danger to his life was seemingly not as immediate, Zelensky chose to stick to simple military-style garments “in solidarity with the people who are fighting,” says Zvyniatskovska.

"History remembers leaders whose choice of clothing became part of their fight and a reflection of their era."

"He's not wearing military uniform," she says. "But wearing khaki clothing that is convenient and hints at what is happening in your country — I believe this is a beautiful, powerful non-verbal statement that reminds everyone who meets him (about the war in Ukraine)."

Left top: Pope Francis meets with President Volodymyr Zelensky at the Studio of Paul VI Hall in Vatican City on May 13, 2023. (Vatican Media Vatican Pool/Getty Images) Center top: Zelensky arrives at the U.S. Capitol in Washington, DC, on Dec. 12, 2023. (Drew Angerer/Getty Images) Right top: Zelensky visits destroyed buildings in Kharkiv, Ukraine, on May 29, 2022. (Ukrainian Presidency/Anadolu Agency via Getty Images) Left bottom: World leaders pose for a group photo during the Summit on Peace in Ukraine in Burgenstock, Switzerland, on June 15, 2024. (Michael Buholzer/Pool/AFP via Getty Images) Left right: King Charles III holds an audience with Zelensky in London, England, on Feb. 8, 2023. (Aaron Chown / Pool / Getty Images)

Zelensky has said numerous times that he would wear a suit only after Ukraine wins the war. In the documentary by Ukrainian journalist and TV host Dmytro Komarov called "A Year," Zelensky even showed the blazer he plans to wear on Ukraine's victory day.

"It's a symbol. It means that the war will be over soon, we will win soon, and we all will wear suits again," Zelensky said.

'It's not clothing that is the problem'

During the latest Oval Office meeting, Zelensky wore an all-black ensemble, including a polo shirt by the Ukrainian brand Damirli, adorned with a trident — Ukraine's coat of arms.

On Instagram, the brand wrote that the polo Zelensky wore is "not merely a garment — it is the uniform of a modern warrior, a symbol of the unbreakable spirit of a nation standing for its freedom."

"History remembers leaders whose choice of clothing became part of their fight and a reflection of their era," Damirli wrote.

"Yes, it's not a suit, but it's a kind of intermediate option. I think he really demonstrated respect," Zvyniatskovska says. "Very modest, beautiful outfit in black, restrained color, no khaki."

Zelensky's team, including Presidential Office Head Andriy Yermak who was wearing a suit on Feb. 28, adhered to the White House's formal dress code.

"They dressed according to the standard for an international event,” she says. “Everyone on the team was dressed perfectly appropriately."

But Zelensky's outfit was "symbolic," it was a statement, according to Zvyniatskovska.

Zelensky is not the first wartime leader to disregard official dress code during high-profile visits or meetings.

The Ukrainian president is now often compared with U.K. Prime Minister Winston Churchill, who, during World War II, also chose not to wear a suit during his visit to the White House in January 1942.

Then-British Prime Minister Winston Churchill outside the White House, wearing his "siren suit," on Jan. 17, 1942. (Hulton Archive / Getty Images)

A photo of him dressed in a "siren suit," a practical one-piece garment designed for air raids, went viral following the latest Oval Office clash.

"Zvyniatskovska says history offers many examples of people — like Mother Teresa — who chose to wear signature outfits as statements, even at high-profile events."

"He's not the first person in the 21st century to break standard etiquette rules to convey their message," Zvyniatskovska says, adding that Zelensky was wearing the same polo during his meeting with King Charles III in the U.K. on March 2.

"And everything went fine," she says. "So it's not the clothing that is the problem."

Ukrainians support Zelensky

Zelensky's decision to stick to his wartime style during the Oval Office meeting gained significant support in Ukraine.

When The Kyiv Independent asked people on the streets of Kyiv whether Zelensky should have worn a suit, the majority of respondents felt he made the right choice not to.

"As far as I remember, America supports freedom so, in my opinion, everyone can wear what they want," Stanislav Rakitin told the Kyiv Independent.

Ukrainian soldier Vadym, who is stationed near Pokrovsk in Donetsk Oblast, told the Kyiv Independent that he, too, supports Zelensky’s symbolic choice.

President Volodymyr Zelensky and his wife Olena attend a dinner hosted by Lithuanian President Gitanas Nauseda in Vilnius, Lithuania, on July 11, 2023. (Dursun Aydemir / Anadolu Agency / Getty Images)

"His position that he's at war and not into suits seems reasonable to me," he says.  

"The fact that they've been nitpicking about his clothing only shows their pitifulness. There's no need to apologize for anything. They're just nitpicking. They're looking for a reason. No one in the world said a word about it. (Former U.S. President Joe) Biden didn't say anything."  

Ukrainian journalist and soldier Petro Shuklinov says that Zelensky's attire not only sends a message to the world but also to his own soldiers, emphasizing: “I am here to bring weapons. I am here to bring security. My country is at war, and I represent my country. I cannot do otherwise.'"

"I didn't vote for him, but for me, the president is an institution. And now, wherever he is, he represents me, my country, and all our people. Criticizing him is criticizing me. And if anyone wants to make a remark to me, I invite them to come to Ukraine," Shuklinov said.

Note from the author:

Hi, this is Daria Shulzhenko, the author of this story. After watching the now infamous Oval Office meeting multiple times, I can say this: No matter what President Volodymyr Zelensky wore that day, the outcome would have been the same. It was never about his outfit — it was about how he was treated. But I hope this piece serves as a reminder that Ukrainian soldiers are the ones fighting the hardest battle for freedom right now. And as you can see, they have no issue with what he wears. While they are on the battlefield, we are making sure their voices are heard around the world. So please consider supporting our reporting.

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Even in a country grimly accustomed to negative news, the headlines that Ukraine woke up to on March 4 still came as a shock — the U.S. is freezing military aid. “It hurts to watch it unfolding,” Volodymyr Dubovyk, the head of Odesa National University’s Center for International Studies, told

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[rinasdiaries]

Young Royals TV Series. Vocabulary S2 : Ep.2.

Splendid (adj.) – excellent, or beautiful and impressive.

Occasion (n.) – a particular time, especially when something happens or has happened. – a special or formal event. – an opportunity or reason for doing something or for something to happen.

Pitch in (phr. v.) – to start to do something as part of a group, especially something helpful.

Misconduct (n.) – unacceptable or bad behavior by someone in a position of authority or responsibility. – the fact that the activities of an organization are badly managed.

Outburst (n.) – a sudden forceful expression of emotion, especially anger.

Non-negotiable (adj.) – something that is non-negotiable cannot be changed by discussion.

Essential (adj.) – necessary or needed. – relating to something's or someone's basic or most important qualities.

Essential (n.) – a basic thing that you cannot live without. – one of the basic or most important ideas or qualities in something.

Grieve (v.) – to feel or express great sadness, especially when someone dies. – to make you feel sad and angry.

Unconventional (adj.) – different from what is usual or from the way most people do things.

Stand your ground (idiom) – to refuse to be pushed backward, or to continue in your beliefs in an argument.

Take a hit (comm. phr.) – to be badly affected by a difficult situation or problem.

Distract (v.) – to make someone stop giving their attention to something.

Precaution (n.) – an action that is done to prevent something unpleasant or dangerous happening.

Push something through (phr. v.) – to cause a plan or suggestion to be officially accepted or put into use.

Chin up! (idiom) – something you say to someone in a difficult situation in order to encourage them to be brave and try not to be sad.

[nikka-v]

Another day | Vinnie Hacker x fem reader smut

Summary: Realising that Vinnie is not that bad after all.

Warnings: nsfw!, 18+, swearing?, smut and Vinnie is hot as fuck which is warning as well 😏

I am sorry for any mistakes ♥️

You did not like Vinnie that much since you met him and the feeling was mutual. No one properly knew why and honestly you two did not know as well. Maybe it was because you did not spend enough time together to get to know each other or maybe it was because your partners used to date and you two still felt the vibe between them and were mad because they wanted you all to spend time together. You just argued so much because of everything.

But even though there was so much hate between you, there was also something else. Something only visible to a few other people. Everyone always said that when you weren't arguing, you had so much chemistry and an invisible connection but that just made you argue again. And Joey with Sarah, your partners, hated it because they saw that too. And it wasn't different on a wedding to which were you all invited.

"I just do not understand why you have to argue with her all the time and then look at her later as if you wanted to fuck her." you were walking through the mansion where the wedding was taking place when you heard Sarah's voice almost shouting from hers and Vinnie's room. You were spending the whole weekend at the mansion and your room was right next to theirs so you snuck to the balcony and listened to the argument from there, naturally curious about the reason and outcome.

"What is your problem, Sarah? Am I bothering you with my thoughts about you and Joey?" you dramatically gasped and had to laugh quietly because of the situation. Of course, you knew how they were still looking at each other but you did not realise that Vinnie saw it too. After a few seconds of silence, you realized that he did not refuse what she said and leaned a little to try to see them.

"You are an asshole Vinnie, how can you speak like this to me?" I finally saw Sarah just as she walked out of the door and closed them loudly.

"You having fun?" Vinnie suddenly looked your way, making you lean back as if he did not already see you. You breathed deeply and watched as he walked on their balcony with a cigarette in between his lips, holding another in his hand, holding it out to give it to you.

"Thanks," you said, taking the small killer from his hand and after putting it to your mouth, leaning closer to him so he would light it for you. You had to admit that when he was standing there in black jeans and a white button my shirt he was really not bad looking plus how he was holding the cigarette made him even more attractive.

“I wanted to break up with her a few weeks ago because of how she still looks at Joey." he said suddenly, surprising you with his honesty.

"Why are you telling me this?" you could not stop yourself from asking causing him to chuckle a little.

"Because the only person you hate more than me is her so I know that you won't tell her." you nodded, that was the only possible response to what he said. He was right, wasn't he? You looked at him cause you felt his eyes on you and he just smiled with sadness in his eyes. At that moment you did not understand why he was sad.

"y/n?" as you heard Joey's voice you quickly threw the cigarette away, blowing the smoke out and gesturing to Vinnie to be quiet about it. Joey hated smoking and you had a few arguments about smoking already so you didn't want to provoke him again.

"Yes, babe!" Joey's head appeared from behind the curtain and he smiled at you, dimples showing on his cheeks. You quickly looked to where Vinnie was standing but he was no longer there so you looked back at Joey with a weird feeling in your stomach.

"What are you doing here? All good? You have a good time?" he asked and you frowned for a few seconds before quickly smiling. He was not usually asking more than one thing when he spoke to you, but you just thought that he finally started to act as a better boyfriend.

"I am all good, just taking a few moments to chill here," you said, putting your arms around his neck and kiss in him on his lips. The garden lights suddenly turned on, making the surroundings a bit more romantic causing you to smile a little at the kiss.

"Should we go to sleep?" Joey asked, looking at his watches all of a sudden. That weird feeling in your stomach happened again as if you sensed something weird happening. To be honest you expected Joey to want more than just a small kiss on a balcony.

"I mean, I thought we will have some us time," you said, making him laugh a little. He hugged you quickly before starting to walk away slowly.

"I am tired y/n. Maybe another day yeah? We do not have to do it every day right?" you wanted to talk to him more but he already disappeared behind the curtains and you heard the bathroom door closing.

"As if we did it in the last two weeks you asshole," you murmured to yourself angrily, almost jumping when you heard someone else's voice.

"That's how it starts you know? I am telling this to you because I care about you, he is doing it with someone else." Vinnie's voice resonated through your head, making you look at him with a shaking head.

"Sure you do care about me." you rolled your eyes, clearly angry. "He is not sleeping with anyone else. Unless you have proof, stop making up things." Joey would not cheat, would he?

"Whatever you say love." wanting to tell him off cause of the nickname you turned at him but he was not there anymore, leaving you alone with goosebumps all over your body. And as you were falling asleep you could not stop thinking about what he said.

Maybe because of that, you had some toe-curling dreams about him. Of how he would just touch you with those tattoed hands with rings. How he would bend you over the balcony railing or how he would just hug you and ask you about your day. The fucking minimum that Joey barely did. And you apparently moaned a little while sleeping cause Joey woke you up while there still wasn't so much light outside with kisses on your neck.

"What is going on?" you asked, trying to adjust your eyes to the darkness while you hugged Joey a little.

"You were having some hot dreams presumably with me so I want to apologise for leaving you wanting me. I did not realise yesterday that you wanted me so much. You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from telling him that he should stop flattering himself so much but he was still your boyfriend so you had to let him think that the dreams were about him.

So you decided to make your brain think more about Joey and sleep with him. And that did not go as planned. Half of the time you saw Vinnie unintentionally and the other half you imagined him to make you feel satisfied which was definitely not a good idea. For the first time in a few weeks, you really came and while moaning you moaned a different name. Vinnie's name. But to your surprise, Joey did not even say anything to it. He was so focused on his satisfaction that he just mumbled some things to himself, not paying you any attention. And then when he finally finished, he just kissed you, rolled over and fell asleep. You on the other hand could not just go to sleep.

Your mind was all over the place. As you took a shower you had to think about the whole situation. You were sure that you did not have any feelings towards Vinnie, this was purely physical attraction, right? You expected Joey to talk about it but apparently, he was really not listening to you and did not bring it up for another two weeks. Those two weeks were strange because of how he was acting but in kind of a good way. He asked you about your day, took you on nice dates and brought you many flowers. It started to get even weirder when he stopped wanting us to meet Sarah and Vinnie so much. You were happy because of not seeing Sarah but you wanted to see Vinnie.

It all escalated at one of the parties when someone asked Vinnie to let you all hear his new song. He sceptically looked around the room, probably looking for Sarah before he pulled his phone out of a pocket and connected it to the speakers. Joey went outside a few moments ago to get you some drinks so you just leaned on a wall behind you and started listening to what Vinnie was saying before he put the song on.

"We called it ‘another day’ and it just popped in my head a few weeks ago," he said and when the song started to play, you liked the rhythm immediately. That was before you heard the words and realized it was about you.

You hated me

but you fuck him and say my name

This got stuck in your head. He knew about that night at the hotel. He heard you. You quickly pushed yourself from the wall and made your way out of the living room towards the stairs to get to another floor.

"Hey, wait." you heard Vinnie's voice as you reached the upper floor so you turned around to see him.

"What do you want Vinnie? Why would you sing about that? How did you even know about it?" you asked him quickly and looked him in the eyes. He took a deep breath before he took your hand and pulled you to an empty room, where you quickly pulled your hand away from him.

"I was standing on the balcony that night of the wedding weekend. I found out from other people that they saw Joey and Sarah kissing in the pool so I needed some time to think before I would go tell Sarah." you shook your head and stepped back a little, not wanting to believe his words.

"That's bullshit, he would not cheat." honestly you were trying to convince yourself more than Vinnie who was standing there, not knowing what to do to make you believe him.

"Okay, go search for them, I am sure they are together right now." he threw up his hands, obviously frustrated because of this situation. And so you did what he told you to do. You pushed him to the side to walk around him to the door so you could leave.

"If you are lying to me, I swear I will hurt you." you looked at him over your shoulder, making your way out of the room to find your boyfriend. You immediately saw a group of some guys, so you went to ask them for pieces of information.

"Jack, have you seen Joey?" you asked the curly-haired boy who you knew and he smiled at you nicely before he saw your angry face. He quickly pointed to a room which had closed doors and you almost ran towards it, taking a deep breath before trying to open the door. Locked. That made you even angrier so you knocked a few times before fully hitting it with your palm and then fist.

"Calm the fuck down, occupied!" you heard Joey's voice which made you kick the door and walk to the next room where you climbed a little out of the window to get on the room's balcony. And as you wanted to open the glassed door, you stopped and looked through a small space between the curtains. You put the palm of your hand on your mouth to stop yourself from screaming out loud. Vinnie was right, they were there, making out while he was fucking her on the bed.

A single tear came down your cheek before you climbed back to the other room. You weren't sad as much as angry. You wanted to hurt someone so much as Joey hurt you but you knew you did not have it in yourself to do this to someone you'd love.

"Are you okay?" you heard Jack as you got out of the room with only one goal. Find Vinnie.

"Don't worry about me, have you seen Vinnie?" you tried to smile at him but did not succeed. Jack understood that you were not in the mood to talk so he just shook his head.

"Not for a while," he said, making you think for a second before you walked back to the room where you saw Vinnie last time. And he really was still there, sitting on a dryer with a cigarette between his lips. Before you did not even realise that it was a laundry room.

"I guess you found them." he looked up from his phone and watched your face as he threw the cigarette out of a small window which you wouldn't even reach because of how high it was.

"Yes. I thought you were lying." you sat next to him on the washing machine and leaned your head on the wall behind you.

"Really? You did not believe it at all?" he asked doubtfully, making you chuckle quietly. Of course, you were suspecting it but never thought that it would be the truth.

"Okay, maybe a little but I just do not understand why." you never understood why would people cheat on each other. That was something you would never forgive anyone.

"I know it sucks but at least you found it out." Vinnie jumped down from where he was sitting and walked towards you so he was standing right in front of you. You just found out that your boyfriend was cheating and the only person you could think about was Vinnie. How he was standing there and could give you everything you've ever wanted.

"Help me forget about him, please," you whispered suddenly, not giving it much thought. But Vinnie was not that surprised about what you wanted the gently touched your knees, pushing them apart and coming closer to you.

"Are you sure about this? Don't you hate me?" he asked, leaning forwards to kiss you but stopping a few millimetres away from your lips.

"But I fuck him and say your name, don't I?" you used his own words to make him believe that you really wanted it. And he did not ask again, kissing you harshly and making you moan because of how his hand moved over your body.

You felt the cold rings which he was always wearing on your stomach before he moved his hands to the thin cloth of your lacy bra which showed a lot more than it should. His touch travelled across your body, helping you take off your cropped t-shirt before cradling your face and finding your lips again.

You moved your hands from his biceps to the hem of his shirt to take it off, taking a moment to admire his body and tattoos. Not that you've never seen him like that before but from this close, it was a premiere. You both were looking at each other's bodies for at least a minute before Vinnie suddenly kneeled at pushed up your skirt. You leaned back a little so he could move it even higher and before you sat properly again, he took off your thongs, leaving you almost naked.

"You don't have to. "you whispered as he got closer to you which made him stop his movements and look at you with confusion readable on his face.

"You don't want to?" he asked and almost looked disappointed.

"I do, I just don't want you to do it because you'd have to. Joey didn't want to. Never." Vinnie shook his head, suddenly amused.

"I don't do it because I have to, I do it cause I want to. I bet he wanted you to give him blowjobs all the time," he said, waiting for your answer which he did not actually need because of how you looked at him. Of course, he wanted to but when it came to giving back, he did not want to. Not that he would have a specific reason, it was because of how selfish he was in bed.

Before you could've said something he moved closer to you, leaving a kiss directly on your clit. You almost jumped a little and felt how he smiled because of how he was affecting you. He stuck out his flattened tongue and licked you up your slit to your clit.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" you heard his voice and as an answer moaned. You were sure he knew how good he was and wanted to show you what you were missing out on.

"Too good baby, I don't think I am going to last long." you joked quietly, your hand wovening through his hair to which he reacted by adding pressure to your clit. Over and over again he was slowly alternating between gently sucking on it and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. One of his hands moved back on your chest reaching your nipples over the bra and gently carresing it and with his other hand, he was holding your hip.

As you were getting closer, his hand moved from your hip lower between your legs, filling you with one finger and in a few seconds with the other. With one hand still holding his hair, you moved the other to hold the edge of the surface you were sitting on. Suddenly you felt Vinnie's hand moving from your chest to your hand, locking your fingers together. This gesture made something in you shift, making you feel a stronger connection to Vinnie.

It did not take long for you to feel an orgasm building in your whole body which made you moan Vinnie's name out loud. Because of so much pleasure, you unintentionally pressed your legs closer to which Vinnie reacted with a quiet laugh and with one hand he hold your legs apart.

"You see what you were missing out on?" Vinnie looked at you before getting up and hugging you, planting a few small kisses on your hair and forehead. You could have felt his hardening dick through his pants which caused you to get wet again almost immediately. You moved your hand lower to touch him through his pants, making him quietly moan into your ear. That moan caused you to get goosebumps throughout your whole body. You weren't attracted to men moaning that much but Vinnie definitely woke something up inside you.

"I can help you with that," you whispered, slowly massaging him, to which he reacted with another moan before leaning to the space between your shoulder and neck, placing a small kiss on your naked skin. But as you continued and with the other hand started to push his pants and boxers down, he grabbed gently your hand to stop you from massaging him some more.

"I wanna come with you," he whispered, having his forehead against yours and looking you in your eyes. He looked so in love with you at that moment which you slightly ignored because of the situation between you.

"Okay then, fuck me, Vinnie," you whispered to his lips as you kissed him passionately and pulled both his pants and boxers lower. He had to laugh a little at how impatient you were.

He caught you by your thighs, moving you to the edge of the washing machine and kissing you again. There were so many emotions in those kisses but both of you knew that you won't be able to tell them out loud to each other. As he moved closer to you and pushed himself slowly into you, you could not hold the loud moan and neither did he.

"You feel so good." he was still holding your thigh, moving his hands to your waist to pull you more against him. You felt so good, maybe better than ever and leaned your head back, letting all the moans out. You did not care anymore who would hear you and even I moaned Vinnie's name.

"Someone will hear it, love," Vinnie said between breaths and on his lips appeared a cheeky smile. He definitely liked how you said his name so maybe that's the reason why he moved one of his hands to your clit. He knew what he was doing for sure because you felt your orgasm building up even quicker.

"I don't care that they will." you pulled Vinnie a bit closer when you put your arm around his neck." God, you fuck me so well, Vinnie."

"Say my name again love." he moaned, definitely getting closer as well, and so did you.

"Vinnie, please I am so close." it did not take long before both of your climaxes came. You were sure that was the best orgasm ever.

" I wanna do this again and again." he was looking into your eyes again. "You looked so good when you came." you had to smile a little, touching his cheek gently and with the other hand you pushed his hair behind his ear to see his face properly, you never quite looked at him from such a short distance.

"Okay then." you smiled at him which made him feel a bit confused. He did not think that there would be something more than just this one-night stand.

"Wait, really?" he looked really cute confused like this with a blush on his cheeks and heavy breathing.

"Yes, I think this little relationship or whatever it is we have, can work out." his eyes brightened before he kissed you quickly, making you laugh at his lips. He was always so serious when he was with you before but this was a nice change and you were willing to try it out. You were sure he would never hurt you just because of the look in his eyes. He loved you.

[rek1s-headband]

hi could i request something? basically just HCS about langa and reki when you guy get into a fight or sum idk LMFAOO, you dont have to do this if you dont want to tho <3

➯ A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy. I added a few characters, hope you don’t mind:)

➯ When you guys get into a fight

➯ Characters: Langa Hasegawa, Reki Kyan, Kaoru Sakurashiki, Kojiro Nanjou, Hiromi Higa and Miya Chinen x gn reader

➯ Warnings: angst if you squint, fluff

Langa:

Ok the majority of your fights are generally because of a miscommunication. If things aren’t spelled out for the poor boy, he’ll be completely oblivious to what’s bothering you

When you finally snap, he always seems shocked, asking why you hadn’t said anything sooner, even if you’d been trying to hint at it all week

Not really one to shout, but if things get heated enough he might snap. He always feels awful afterwards though. No matter what, he really believes no one should be screamed at because of something as silly as a disagreement

Rarely storms out, he’s always going to try and stay until the end to try and get something, anything out of you that he can use to try and understand your point of view

Understands space. He knows when you dont feel like talking to him, and he will give you that time to collect your thoughts. When you’re ready to speak again, he’s all ears

Gets overwhelmed really easy. It doesnt really show in what he says, but when you raise your voice his brain goes to putty and he can feel his breath get narrow. He’s not scared, he just doesn’t want to be the reason you’re feeling like this.

Never lets you go to bed angry. He’ll give you your space, but if you’re still quiet by bedtime he’s making sure you’ve eaten and you’re not still really upset by whatever played out that day

Overthinks a lot. How long did he not realise you were upset? What if its actually a much bigger deal than you’re letting on? What if you leave? Of course, he knows a lot of it is completely irrational, but it still lingers in the back of his mind, so you can imagine how relieved he is when the fight is over and you’re back in his arms

Asks people for advice a lot. Reki and Cherry are usual helpers, giving Langa their opinions on the matter without going into too much detail. The rest is up to him.

Gives the best hugs and comfort after a fight. He understands couples can fight, and never really takes the aggression let out by the pair of you too seriously. Rubbing the back of your head and holding you close to his chest, he’ll reassure you that he’s not going anywhere, that he’s not going to leave “just because of a silly fight” while you fight back tears on his shoulder.

Reki

Unlike Langa, Reki is a very open person in terms of his feelings, so your fights are rarely because of closed away emotions. However, many are caused by you feeling he is spending too much time in his workshop, overworking himself and not spending as much time with you as he should.

As for Reki, he gets mad when he feels you’re being closed off from him, not telling him things and hiding your true emotions. It’s not that he doesnt trust you, he just doesnt want you shouldering anything by yourself, and tries to make things easier for you by halving the problem.

A very emotional person, and this really shows when the two of you argue. There’s a lot of tears, a lot of raised voices, yknow those exhausted laughs when you’re tired of arguing with someone? Those. He pulls at his hair a lot in frustration too

Both of you need to walk away from each other a lot during arguments. You’re both driven by your emotions, so its hard to think logically once you’ve both gotten really upset.

The type to sit outside a door after an argument if you’ve locked yourself in a room, pressing against it and quietly talking to you, regardless of whether or not he gets a response

Understands space, to a certain extent. He’ll try and talk to you after an argument, try anything to get you to just answer him, to come out from your room, to stop ignoring him. He knows when you really don’t want to face him though, which is when he’ll go out for a while, either to Langa’s for advice, or just for a quiet skate.

Despite how upset he gets in the moment, he gets over it quickly. Once he’s out of his head and seeing properly, he’ll take some time to think it over and see things from your point of view. He’ll come back to you with an apology, and when you’re ready to talk, he’ll discuss things with you this time around instead of fighting

If the fight lasts overnight, he refuses to let you take the couch. If he feels a fight will last, he’ll glue himself to the couch, making it impossible for you to sleep anywhere other than your bed. No matter what the fight was about, he refuses to have you sleep uncomfortably.

Tends to cry after making up. It’s rarely out of sadness, of course, more relief than anything. He’s just happy to have you back in his arms, no longer ignoring him.

Cherry

A very rational person, fights are very rare between the pair of you. When you do fight, it tends to be because you feel he’s being closed off from you, not being as open and emotional with you. As for him, he doesnt like when you act too aloof about things that are actually serious to him

Fights start out quiet, talking in normal tones and using your heads. However, as the fight goes on, your voices gradually get higher and louder, arms thrown in the air as you get in each other’s faces.

He snaps quite a bit. Petty remarks, snappy replies and other unnecessary comments are thrown out without much thought as he gets more pissed off. Not necessarily because he doesn’t have anything to defend himself, but because once he’s started, he’ll do just about anything to piss you off

Depending on the fight, it could last an hour or a week. Both of you are so petty that you’ll refuse to apologise to the other, forgetting who was even in the wrong in the first place

Honestly, whoever goes to sleep first gets the bed, he’s not as considerate as Reki. However, as the fight goes on, the pair of you will stay up for ungodly hours into the night, trying to outlast the other because they dont want them sleeping on the couch. You’ll never admit that though, which is why you wont just fall asleep on the couch first. Besides, if you happen to fall asleep on the couch before Kaoru goes to bed, he’ll carry you upstairs and sleep on the couch himself. He’ll never admit that though, he’ll simply say you woke up and went upstairs in a hazy half-sleep, which is why you dont remember.

He’s definitely programmed Carla to apologise to you for him at least once, rolling her into the room you’re in before quickly walking out to the sound of “Y/N, I-am-very-sorry-and-I-was-wrong-please-forgive-me” in Carlas robotic voice

If you ever go to Joe’s restaurant to cool down, he’ll make a big fuss, swaying and sighing, dramatically shouting about “however will these lovers reconcile!?” Once his act is over though, he’ll comfort you and give you your favourite meal, tutting over the pair of you and thinking of ways to help you make up

Literally won’t let you go of you for at least a week after you fight. This mf is hanging off you, constant forehead kisses, the whole deal. He’s gone without your affection for a long time while you fought, he’s simply making up for lost time

Joe

You get really pissed at him when he flirts with other girls. He doesn’t mean to, he’s just a bit of a girl magnet and it’s his nature to entertain them. Of course, he all yours, but he forgets sometimes that jealousy is actually a thing

Doesnt take arguments as seriously as he probably should. He’s the type to tell you to “calm down” in the worst possible moment, its usually what makes you explode, actually.

Absolutely dense. The type to listen to you shout for five minutes, and only then have the audacity to ask you just what your problem was

It’s not his fault, bless him. He’s just a little unobservant when it comes to your emotions. When he realises you’re actually upset though, he’s apologising profusely and promising to never do it again

His apologies are always so genuine, you generally forgive him. However, if he does something that really pisses you off and you dont forgive him, he’ll give you space to think

Fights are usually resolved within a day. Like Langa, he refuses to let you go to bed angry

Cooks for you every meal regardless of whether or not you eat it. He’ll leave meals outside your door as a sort of truce, quietly pressing against the door and asking you to please come eat with him, that he hates the idea of you holed up in there all alone

Like Kaoru, he tends to reply with snarky remarks that have little to do with the argument, but they have a little less bite to them. More petty, if anything

Another big reason for why fights never last long is because this man literally. Will. Not. Survive. Without. You. You’ll be trying to ignore him while he comes in every five minutes, asking you how to get a certain channel on the TV, or stupid things you know he’s only asking because he misses talking to you

After you make up, he literally wont even look at another girl for at least a week. Mf will literally turn his head the other way if a girl comes near him, shouting about how he’s spoken for

Shadow

The biggest hothead. He says a lot of things he doesn’t mean in the moment, which will cause you to storm out and he’ll immediately regret it

The fight almost immediately escalates past hushed voices, swear words thrown around as you get in each other’s faces

He’ll get really upset, but he’ll mask it with being pissed off and angry, clashing pots around and acting like a literal baby. He doesnt want to admit it, but he always feels awful right after a fight. He knows youll need a bit of space after the intense shouting, so he’ll give you that space before even attempting an apology

Aggressively cares for you. Like he’ll say things like “I made food, it’ll taste like shit if you leave it, so I suggest you have it now” or “nope, I want the couch, I’m gonna watch something” he’ll never admit it, he just wants to make sure you’re alright even while fighting

If the two of you go to S while fighting, it’ll be very obvious. Usually you’re attached at the hip, but now you couldn’t be further apart. However, he’s still looking out for you, keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re alright. If you’re ever getting hit on by some creep, the fight is forgotten and he’s back at your side, daring the stranger to come any closer to you.

Reki is always the first to notice, poking him and pushing you over to him, trying to get the two of you to make up. Surprisingly, it actually does help clear the air

He can never stay mad at you for long though, he’s completely soft for you

Makes you bouquets to try and apologise. He’s taught you a lot about the meanings of flowers, so he’ll specifically pick ones with hidden meanings like “I’m sorry” or “I love you”

Not very good with verbal apologies. He knows when they’re needed though, and they are usually delivered through a series of grumbles and sad expressions. The thought is there though

Gives very gentle, long hugs after you make up. He’ll hold you close, suggesting a date or a movie to help the two of you relax

Miya

Literally the biggest bitch out of the six to fight with. He’s so petty, he will refuse to admit he’s wrong for the longest time. Once he’s in, there’s no accepting he’s not right

At least for a while anyway. He’ll start to feel bad once he sees just how upset you’re getting, frustrated with his inability to see anyone’s point of view but his own

King of the silent treatment. He’ll hide away behind his switch, drowning out his guilty thoughts with the white noise of animal crossing

He’ll skate to take his mind off things, practicing new tricks until he’s exhausted

Makes really snide remarks that have absolutely nothing to do with the argument. The type to bring up shit that happened 4 months ago just to help his case

Reki is usually the one to make him see sense, telling him just how petty he’s being, and that he cant get so defensive when he’s in the wrong. He knows this, obviously, he just can’t help it sometimes.

Although he’s not one for real apologies, he’ll slowly begin to stop ignoring you, bringing you small snacks or sending you funny things he saw on his phone. He’ll sit beside you, acting as if it was completely unintentional, but will slowly inch closer and closer until he’s curled up at your side, mumbling about how he wasn’t completely right after all

Will literally hit anyone who tries to comment on how the pair of you have made up, talking about how “its not even that big of a deal, just shut up”

Ad*m

Yall fought cause y’know. He’s ad*m

Sat outside your house with a speaker and an ugly ass sign. It started raining and his sign got ruined and his makeup ran

You broke up with him and he cried

Slipped in the rain while leaving <3

[alasse-earfalas]

(response to this post by @ihaveabsolutelynoideas)

[cracks knuckles] Ohh there are so many things I want to say to this.

First, a disclaimer: these are fictional characters in a fictional setting that has no bearing on anything. I get that. But debates can be fun and I’ve got plenty of fuel for this fire, so imma let it burn. No hard feelings toward the OP. ‘Kay? ‘Kay.

Now then.

First of all, I completely understand where Four is coming from. He’s thinking in line with the OP, and it’s a logical, rational train of thought. Twilight is stressed. Twilight is fighting for his life. The last thing he needs right now is to worry about Wild, or any of the others, and Wild bursting in with his current demeanor would be a terrible idea.

However.

This entire argument rests upon the assumption that Wild is in control of his emotional state. He’s not. I know that sounds like a poor excuse, but I’m speaking both from personal experience as well as what I’ve learned about human psychology over the years. Does trauma excuse terrible actions? No, of course not. Does trauma need to be met with caring and compassion? Yes. The traumatized person is still a person. People who do bad things are still people. Wild is not so far gone that he can’t be talked down. Yelling at him that he abandoned the others—even if true—is not the way to go about it. Not right now. Wild is hurting. He’s scared. Way more than the rest of them; so much so that it’s clouding his judgement. And no one is addressing that.

What does Twilight need? Twilight needs Wild to calm down, because if Wild doesn’t calm down, he will find a way to get to Twilight, and it won’t be pretty. Four is not de-escalating the situation, he’s escalating it. He’s making things worse. He’s not comforting Wild, he’s scolding him. Four is expecting Wild to respond to this situation like the rest of the Links would. But Wild’s friendship with Twilight is different.

Yes Four and the other Links have a friendship with Twilight, even a close friendship, but saying their friendship is comparable to Wild’s is laughably inaccurate. Time is the only one who has any clout here because his relationship with Twilight is as deep as Wild’s. Twilight isn’t just a good friend to either of them: he’s family. He’s precious. In Wild’s case, he’s all Wild has. It’s a depth of friendship that goes far beyond what the other Links feel for him. You cannot reasonably expect them to respond the same.

Time and Wild are at two ends of the spectrum: Time has given up (or is very near giving up), and Wild is refusing to let go. Time lets go too soon because he always expects a parting. Wild clutches for dear life because he can’t bear the thought of losing anyone else. Both are natural responses to the traumas they’ve suffered. Wild’s is just more problematic to this situation.

Feelings can’t be “fixed later” if they are causing problems in the moment. Wild’s feelings are going to pose a real problem to Twilight if they aren’t addressed and handled properly. Wild is far past the point of being able to deal with his emotions on his own, and Four is not helping the situation. Wild doesn’t need his emotions coddled because “aw poor baby”, he needs real help working through his panic so he doesn’t make things worse.

As I mentioned at the start, it’s understandable that Four would react this way, because he’s expecting Wild to react like how the other Links would. That doesn’t make him right in what he’s doing. Four is viewing Wild as a problem, not as a person. And that is going to, at the very least, break trust if not backfire spectacularly and bring about the very scenario of Wild bursting in on Twilight that Four is trying so desperately to avoid.

I have my ideas on how this situation should be handled, but ultimately I just want to wait for future updates to see where Jojo takes things. The fact that this fandom can have such in-depth discussions about what’s happening is a testament to the quality of the writing.

That is all, I think. Take care everyone.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Accidentally hitting there S/O during a fight

Angel dust

Being in a relationship with Angel would absolutely be filled with love and affection.

Though, no matter how much love there was in the relationship, there would most definitely be the occasional fight.

A fight with Angel would be a frustrating thing, as his apathetic outlook on most everything prevented him from taking your problems seriously.

And due to this, any time you did actually have a fight, it more often then not, just devolved into you getting so frustrated you were outright screaming at him.

It wouldnt take too much for Angel to snap, you probably just say something that triggers some trauma, and Angel would strike out on reflex.

I could see Angel punching over slapping, but regardless, it would definitely cause serious damage.

After the strike, Angel would begin to freak out.

He'd endured so much abuse in his time in hell, and for him to do the same to you, even unintentionally, devastate him.

Angel would approach you, trying to tell you how sorry he was.

If you pulled away from him, he'd fall into despair, likely having a full breakdown, begging for your forgiveness.

If you didn't try to get away from him, he'd pull you close, whispering how sorry he was for everything. Promising to never do it again and taking full responsibility for the whole thing.

After the fight Angel would be more attentive, doing his best to really listen when you talked.

Alastor

A relationship with Alastor would be a deeply intimate one. With your relationship being built on romance and an emotional connection, rather then a physical one.

Alastor rarely had an actual argument. Part of that being his whole being an 'Insanely powerful overlord' thing, which lead to a scarcity of anyone to actually have an argument with.

That said, You, being his S/O, did not have this problem. As Alastor wouldn't kill you and you weren't scared of him, you were easily able to argue with him.

With that said, Alastor doesn't so much argue, as he does assert just how right he is.

So if you refused to acknowledge how "right" he was, it would undoubtedly irk him, especially if you managed to start winning the "argument".

These "arguments" would take a very serious slight against him for him to react physically.

Youd have to make some comment about something, Likely mocking him for something he'd shared in confidence.

Something about his death, or past life.

Before he even knew what was happening, his hand would shoot up and slap you across the face.

Alastor would be horrified by his actions and would immediately try to apologise. He'd approach you slowly, calmly trying to apologise.

If you pulled away, Alastor would understand, imeddiatly halting and calmly explaining how he understood and you didn't need to forgive him right now, but he was sorry.

If you did allow him to embrace you, he'd hold you close. Telling you just how sorry he was, him promising to never strike you again.

Of course youd forgive him, but even as you became close again the whole thing would hang over relationship.

Especially when he got mad, or you had another argument. The way you flinched when he moved suddenly left a pain in his chest.

Valentino

You and Valentino wouldn't very fight often. Valentino ran a tight ship and would rarely let an issue ever grow to the point an argument.

And when you did fight, Valentino couldnt tolerate loss. He didn't lose anything, especially not in his own relationship.

If you did fight, and Valentino felt like he was losing his position of authority, he'd more than likely resort to violence.

After hitting you, he'd instantly freeze up. Hed stay quiet as he slowly approached you. If you tried to get away from him, hed still pull you close, whispering how sorry he was, promising he'd never do it again.

He'd tell you how much mean to him and he wasnt gonna let something like this happen again.

After the fight he'd pay extra attention to your relationship, investing far more time into making sure every thing was good between you.

Arackniss

Arackniss has only ever cared for a handful of people, in hell or his time alive.

Your relationship being the most important to him, you becoming his reason to live.

Your relationship would be somewhat unique. As with Arackniss you really had to take your time, the Demon basically being Emotionally Retarded.

Even with you being so patient, you did have the occasional fight. Most of them caused by Arackniss' inability to express himself.

Youd try and talk about him or his past and he'd quickly dismiss it, moving onto something else.

The lack of communication would lead to you feeling like strangers.

Whenever you broach a problem in your relationship with Arackniss, he would just clam up, refusing to even discuss it.

Eventually as he refused to open up, youd beg him to open up to you. Begging him to let you in, to let him be himself.

Youd end up in tears, desperate for the demon to just allow you to be there for him.

He wanted to let you in, but he just didn't know how.

He was terrified if he lets you in you'd betray him. Or worse, youd see the real him and realise he was no good.

And then you'd leave him.

Unable to respond to your now progressively difficult to answer questions, and with you becaming more and more frustrated the pressure would only grow.

Youd get to the point youd began attacking him, attacking your relationship. Attacking anything, desperate to get any kind of response from him.

You'd grab him, trying to get his attention and like a knee jerk reaction, he'd respond with a punch.

Arackniss would be paralysed, he couldn't even breath. He'd just destroyed your relationship.

He'd try and approach you, desperatly explaining how he didn't mean to do it. Trying to tell you he'd never hurt you, never.

He'd reach his hands out, trying to touch you.

If you flinched or tried to get away from him, Arackniss would begin to break down, spiralling into self loathing. Curling into a ball he'd have a full on breakdown.

If you allowed him to embrace you, he'd pull you close, quetly breaking into tears and begging for your forgiveness.

Hed try to explain how he didn't mean to hurt you, try to explain it was just a bad reaction after so many years of survival.

After the fight, Arackniss would make great strides to be more open with you. Telling you about his home life, and doing his best at being more open in your relationship.

Sir Pentious

All and all, fights with Pentious would never be all to serious. Never really going above a minor squabble, usually over some little or irritating thing one of you started.

The biggest fights youd have would come from his behaviour as an overlord.

You being his S/O would always be concerned for him, it was your job.

And your worry would only grow as he kept jumping head first into fights he just couldn't win. You always pleading with him to be more careful.

Pentious would always concede, always promising to think his actions through. Only for him to then go off and pick a fight with Cheery Bomb or The radio demon. Always picking fights with higher ranking overlords anyone could see he was gonna lose to.

You'd snap at him, tired of it all, demanding he put his overlord days behind him, telling him he'll be killed one of these days and you couldn't bare to see that.

Pentious would snap back, telling you his status was too important to just give up for you.

Now you had always been patient with Pentious, but him basically telling you his overlord status was more important then you, would absolutely devastate you.

Pentious realising the implications of his words would freak out, but the idiots stubborn pride would ensure refused to back down.

When he went to speak however, youd quickly lash back.

Youd get in his face, tears streaming down your face. Screaming about how you mustn't mean much to him if his pathetic overlord status was more important.

Youd get personal, shoving all his insecurities in his face, mocking him for never being able to live up to any other overlords.

Youd probably say something a bit too personal, mocking him, ridiculing him for something you knew would get a rise out of him. But in the moment you didn't care, you just wanted him to hurt like he hurt you.

Pentious, pushed into a corner, you tearing down everything about him would smack you without thinking before immediately realise what he'd done.

Taking a shaky breath, before moving towards you. Hed try to apologise, reaching a hand out to touch you.

If you flinched or moved away from him, hed pull back, giving a tearful apology, begging you to believe he didn't mean it. He would never hit you, it was just a bad instinct.

He wouldnt force you to accept his touch or apology, but wouldn't leave you either.

If you didn't avoid his touch, Pentious would slowly embrace you.

He'd wrap his entire body around you, pulling you close, Quietly apologising.

Promising to listen to you, telling how much you mean to him. Promising he'd do anything for you, even give up his overlord status.

After the fight, Pentious took much greater care in picking his fights, also taking some time off, using it to spend time with you. Making sure you knew how much he loved you.

[thehaitanis]

𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔧𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰: 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔷𝔲, 𝔯𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔪𝔞

❮★❯ summary: how will sanzu haruchiyo, haitani ran and hanma shuji act when they get jealous.

❮★❯ warnings: none, maybe bad writing.

❮★❯ disclaimer: english is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.

sanzu is definitely one to get jealous and he is more than conscious about this. he knows himself and you enough to know that not everything you do is a reason to put him in a bad mood, but sometimes he just can’t help but feel like you’re doing all of that on purpose, is it really that bad that he wants to make sure you’re by his side every time you’re together? no, sanzu is just trying to protect you while he does his job assisting muto.

it doesn’t take him any more than just one second to make him feel like someone’s trying to take you away from him, like, he just needs you to look uncomfortable for him to act, leaving whatever he’s doing to appear by your side and, even if he’s not as tall or as strong as other toman’s members, his cold eyes and the fact that he has peculiar scars are everything he needs to scare the person away. he won’t even try to hide how jealous he is, he doesn’t care really, sanzu just wants them away from you so he could continue with what he was doing before someone decided to try their luck.

he tends to be mean to people he doesn’t like, so expect no less of him if he happens to open his mouth because what’s about to happen will leave with a pounding headache and the reminder to never have an argument with your boyfriend.

it’ll be pretty obvious just how jealous he is, you would know what he is feeling but not the reason behind it and it’s not like he will tell you, so you’ll have to investigate the possible causes for his sour mood. it’ll look like he is mad but, in reality, he’s just going through the very same scenario that made him feel like that, thinking of different ways he could’ve approached the situation to not make it that obvious.

sanzu will accept his jealousy only if you push him to. he’ll gladly die with his envious feelings before even coming close to accepting the fact that he doesn’t like to see you paying attention to anyone that’s not him, at least not the special attention you always give him. that is something he holds dear to his heart and would completely refuse to share.

he doesn't get jealous, not at all, he has never in his life felt jealous, not even when stupid guys try to get closer to you by faking some kind of accident, no, he never feels the need to beat their faces until they’re not recognizable anymore. that, obviously, is a lie because haitani ran is the ceo of reading to dirt anyone that thinks they can get close to you with those intentions without any consequences.

as confident as he is, it wouldn't take long before he begins to feel jealous. it would start as mere amusement, finding funny that someone had the guts to approach you when you’re clearly being surrounded by the haitani brothers and a bunch of other dangerous criminals that act under their command, but ran let’s them be, observing with interest as this stranger tries to get you to give your name and your phone number. then he’ll make a stupid joke in hopes of getting you in a better mood and there is where ran will draw the line. he knows you’re only laughing because you’re nice, but that doesn’t take away the fact that he feels the sudden urge to kill that idiot right there.

he’ll approach this person with confidence, a fake smile plastered on his face and an aura that can repel whoever is around. he’ll be “nice” every moment he gets to talk, making hurtful comments that will either make the stranger leave or make the situation extremely uncomfortable. whatever it is, you just need to be prepared for ran to be in his absolutely worst mood once he scares the person away.

although he won’t treat you any differently, you’ll know something it’s up with him the moment you’re alone. usually, ran is the one always doing the talking, speaking of everything that comes to his mind but now it’s you the one who’s doing all the talking

he won’t ever admit his jealousy mostly because he doesn’t want you to think lowly of him, trying to keep the oh so perfect image he worked so hard to keep, but he will definitely be way more affective with you for the rest of the day to compensate for his behaviour.

i think hanma is one of the characters that can get the most jealous in tr mostly because his personality is very volatile. as we have seen before, hanma only acts under his own interests so it wouldn’t be rare to see him getting mad when something doesn’t go the way he planned or when something takes his fun away from him.

even if he gets easily jealous, it would take a lot of time before he realizes what he’s feeling, mistaking it at first by simple annoyance when he sees you leaving to talk to someone else. just where are you going? weren’t you telling him about your day? his relaxed smile dropping the moment he sees you laugh with the one he was left for. it would take someone else to point out the fact that he might be jealous for him to realize that he actually is and, the moment he accepts it, it’s the moment all the fun you were having is gone because there’s no way you can ignore the tension in the air when suddenly you feel hanma’s arms circling your shoulders, his chin resting on top of your head while he gives an obviously fake smile to the person in front. it’ll be best if you just leave, pretending you both have something else to do in hopes hanma will let the problem go.

hanma is pretty much an asshole to everyone except you, so as you can imagine his behaviour towards the other person will be anything but kind. he’ll pretend as if nothing’s happening, including himself in the conversation you were having in hopes the person will get the point that he’s only faking his laugh. i feel like he’ll also be the type to put threats into his words in hopes to create a fight like the troublemaker he is.

i’ll be pretty obvious to you that he’s jealous, this guy won’t even try to hide it because, at the end of the day, it really makes him feel like you’re the only one that can get him that worked out without even being responsible for it.

hanma will one hundred percent admit his jealousy and he will do it in the most hypocritical way, finding it funny that even someone like him can get jealous. this will also show you just how much he cares about you, so please don’t go talking to other people if you were previously beside him.

❮★❯ requests are: closed!

[mistergandalf]

Tell me about your everybody loves hobbit au please!

OKAY HERE I GO this got long so I put it under a cut lol

So in this AU, everyone survives due to either a slightly better circumstance or luck… Fíli receives a broken leg and some trauma, Kíli gets a cool scar and almost choked to death (but lives!), and Thorin gets some broken ribs and lots of wounds but makes it. I don’t really go into huge detail, what’s important is they’re ALIVE and they get to be happy.

18 years after Erebor is reclaimed, a childhood friend of Fíli’s and Kíli’s, Nála, finally comes to live there with them—about 17 years after her brother Flán makes the same trip (he was in the first group to arrive, he and Gimli escorting Dís). When she arrives, Fíli has a sudden realization that she’s not just his friend—he’s in love with her.

Unsure what to do about this because he can’t ruin this friendship, he suffers in silence for YEARS until finally learning that Nála has been pining after HIM basically her entire life. In fact, that’s the reason she took so long to come to Erebor; as Tolkien says in the Appendices, "...not all the women take husbands; some desire none; some desire one they cannot get, and so will have no other." And Nála falls into that last category. Only by the begging of her brother Flán for many years was she convinced to live somewhere she would always see one she could not get. But they finally figure it out and then they can't keep their hands off each other for the rest of forever lmao.

Kíli, on the other hand, meets his bride, Elís, through the unfortunate circumstance (that I've written about in The Shadow of Suspicion!) of a suspected attempt on Fíli's life. She is a very skilled nurse and medic from the Iron Hills, but gets off on the wrong foot with Kíli trying to help, and that starts a bit of bad blood between them. Elís decides to move to Erebor anyway, and apprentices with Óin. The two of them are constantly annoying each other because they are both headstrong and stubborn, which prevents them from seeing the fact that very often they actually agree. (They secretly respect each other immensely, but since they're both so STUBBORN, they can't admit it...)

And then (this part is not peer-reviewed) Kíli has a serious accident and Elís is there to keep him alive. She takes care of him VERY ANGRILY because she refuses to admit to herself that she loves him but oh she does. And Kíli, being a bit out of it, doesn't admit anything, but he's certainly more flirty than usual... and so eventually they get in an argument and it all comes out between them, and then it takes them a while after that to get over being stubborn about that, and then they become a couple and Kíli worships the ground she walks on.

NOW THE KIDS. There are five total.

Fíli and Nála have:

Firin. The eldest, responsible, studious, and bit of a stick in the mud, if you ask his sister and his cousins. Bright red hair like his mother and blue eyes like his da. Precious and sensitive. He's prone to being anxious and self-doubting, as he had a lot of infections as a child that left him mostly deaf. As all Dwarves know sign language, it doesn't really cause many problems in daily life, but he worries that he will never be a mighty warrior like the people he idolizes as he cannot hear.

Ríal. Strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. Personality-wise, probably the exact opposite of her brother. Bold, brash, and definitely spoiled rotten... a quintessential daddy's girl. But she's also extremely smart and can run circles around almost anyone else when it comes to wits. Firin is EXTREMELY protective of her, which she pretends is annoying, but she feels safe when he's around - which usually manifests in her being even more brash :)

Kíli and Elís have:

Nali and Lani - the twins! Dark brown hair and eyes. No one is more shocked than Kíli when he finds out he's got not just one son, but TWO. They are carbon copies of their father in so many ways and OH does that bring Dís some delightful schadenfreude. Pranksters who are always getting in trouble. Lani is the "starter" and Nali is the "finisher" - or the ideas guy and the plans guy. The two are inseparable and, for most people, indistinguishable. They're very "only we're allowed to make fun of our cousin" about Firin, though... they'll poke at him all day long, but if anyone else does it, WATCH OUT. Firin often tries to stand on his own two feet, and these two can't comprehend why, because they will ALWAYS have his back.

Filís is the baby of the entire family. Named after Fíli (which makes Fíli cry), she's a quiet little doe-eyed thing (also brown hair and brown eyes) that would rather sit and watch than talk. She always seems perfectly content and never gets into trouble - a welcome respite to her weary parents. She is often overlooked, but she doesn't mind at all, because secretly, she is pretty devious; if one of her brothers or cousins does something she disapproves of, she has so much dirt on them that they'll do anything she says, and they'll never cross her. Hilariously, Bilbo never can believe what other people say about her, because when she's with him, they can talk ALL DAY.

There's sooo much more but that's the ... basics??? This is pretty long to be the basics but THANK YOU for the ask I had a lot of fun typing this up!!!