#aside from the two i fell in love with that im keeping...

[filenameghost]

went on an adventure today and rescued a bag of stuffed animals from the side of the road!! they're in really good shape and pretty clean and I'm planning on giving them to friends and donating the rest.

photos below the cut!

I already have a friend interested in taking the blue rabbit and the heart dog, plus another who just said he was interested in taking some when I told my friends about the bag before I sent photos.

the grey rabbit is so cute!! I love the flower pattern on his ears and feet, I just know someone will cherish him. (and the rest of them too!)

these two are my favorites.. im keeping them.. the white rabbit smells a bit musty bc she was outside the bag and it rained lightly yesterday but I think carefully washing her will get rid of it. the hedgehog is missing an eye and I'm thinking of either making her a patch or sewing on a button eye.. not that I really know how to do either of those things lol

some of them are a little messy but it doesn't look like gross mess, just some dirt and mud from being outside a few days..

plus I already washed the polar bear and he came completely clean! can't even tell there was any mud!!

[killishin]

— ♡ right person at the right time.

PART 04.

pairing: jason todd x reader

category: lots of fluff, angst, he fell first she fell harder kinda trope, sfw, thinking of making this a slow burn but we'll see.

content warning: afab, mention of death (reader's mother), violence here and there, mention of blood, inaccurate medical talk, not proofread

summary: reader's just a normal citizen of Gotham, scrambling to making ends meet. after a fateful encounter, when he saw the reader kick ass and save a life- he can't get them off his mind. and fate just keeps pulling them together forcing him to do something about it.

a/n: im having a shit week but at least i have time to write. enjoy :)

wc: 3.8k

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dividers by @cafekitsune

easing back into normalcy wasn't easy, not after that very weird, very out of the blue— very pretty— gift. you had wrapt it back in its box and kept it safely on your vanity as if your clumsy hands would somehow shatter the rubies. you had decided to give it back to red. you knew well in first glance that it would have hurt his pockets hard enough— and you just can't accept something that expensive as just an apology.

but he didn't turn up. that sly idiot did not come, it has been a whole week now. and you tried to rationalise that he has far more responsibilities on his shoulders than to play buddy buddy with you but you just wanted to return something that you possibly don't deserve.

you kept your grubby hands off of it without any problem initially, then your heart began tugging you along, wanting you to just wear it. its pretty, you love pretty things who doesn't?

your eyes stared at it, lips puckered in a deep frown, struggling with the polite part of you. the rubies stared back, like sirens calling.

that's when there was a knock, no not on the balcony but from the main entrance. you almost released a disappointed sigh as your heart had momentarily awakened in anticipation of that vigilante.

you opened the door and Kira barged in with bags— shopping bags held on both her forearms. you closed the door with an amused smile and folded your arms, "looks like you finally emptied your bank account huh?"

she rolled her eyes but her giddy smile stayed etched, "of course not! i didn't pay for it. at least not mine." your brows furrowed and she continued, "we're going to the gala!"

in contrast to her excited yelling, your brows just further furrowed, lips scrunching up as you walked towards her, poking at the bags in confusion and suspicion. dresses, two in total. "who's we, kira?" you questioned before giving her a pointed look, "tell me you don't mean me."

kira is a reporter, a good one at that, just reaching her prime and she has been to a good number of galas.

her lips turned downturned, brows furrowing and you immediately scoffed, "i can't believe you—"

"but its a gala."

"filled with those snobby, rich, insensitive—"

"it has great wine. and food."

"i can get great food at the diner down the road. and its made by a sweet old lady-"

"its a Wayne gala."

your lips seized for a moment, stopping as you registered the words. in your eyes all those charity galas are nothing but places for the rich to practice their laughs and stew in gossip. but you've heard of the most talked gala, the ones the Wayne's throw. and while you still have your reservations about it, you know its one of the genuinly best parties. it has the best cuisine selected, the wines are somehow always something new and better than last, the arrangement actually shows refined taste.

maybe for a day you can set aside your differences, at least you can have an experience of a gala, the best one at that. even if it'll suck at least you'll have a story to tell.

so you consider, much to your chagrin, you do.

"its still gonna be filled with those pricks." you grumbled, though it sounded more petulant than firm and she bit back a smile, "yeah but who says you gotta talk with anyone of them? I'll quickly scope any scoop i can get then we can dance, and drink and eat- all while looking the most gorgeous in the room."

and she's got you.

"alright when?"

"dress up, pretty. we're leaving in an hour." she winked before happily taking the bags to your room and you followed behind with a sigh.

"its been soo long since we went out together-"

"didn't we just eat dinner together yesterday?"

"that wasn't going out, that was just stewing in each other's depression." she scowled before stopping dead on her tracks, her eyes trained right on the earrings.

"oh. my. god."

"oh shit—" you cursed under your breath before rushing to hastily close the box. she clicked her tongue in annoyance before swatting you away, opening it back up and gasping yet again.

"who gave you these?!"

you reeled back a bit with an offended frown, "why did you assume someone gave it to me? i could have bought it too."

"with that salary? yeah right." she scoffed before back to cooing at the earrings as if its literally her baby.

"out with it. who gifted you these hm??" she teasingly asked and your groaned, pulling the box gently out of her grasp and putting it back down.

"no one. i mean— a friend."

"right a friend." she scoffed, "at least he's a loaded one for sure."

"its nothing kira. im gonna return it."

"why?!" she stares at you like you just committed a heinous crime, making you scoff. "because its too expensive?"

"so??" she scoffed back as she rested a hand on her hips, "come on if this didn't hurt the pockets of the one who gifted you, you should just thank the daylights outta them and wear it."

"but—"

"not wearing it will be a disrespect to the gift. to the person."

"....you know this is called manipulation?"

"not if its for your best interests." she shrugged as a cheshire smile adorned her lips, "also they're just too pretty to return because you're an emotional idiot."

and so she finally convinced you to go, wearing those rubies. you felt a bit bad for wearing them without even thanking him prior to it. the guilt was there, like a persistent ache, but it lightened at the sight of them on you. they really were beautiful, you didn't linger on why he specifically bought rubies, chalking it up to him just really being obsessed with red.

and as you left, lost in the shine of the red on you, you failed to notice the red reflecting off the glass of your balcony.

"kira what the fuck?"

"i know."

it was beautiful, down from the drapes to the architecture, the carefully selected wine that tasted just the right amount of sweet and fizzy, the chandelier— the chandelier. it was straight out of some fantasy, some fairytale and all its missing is the fluffy gowns. of course its ethereal, it would be since its held in the Wayne manor itself— something kira failed to mention.

"you didn't tell me it was hosted right in the manor!" you whispered to her, nervously yet awkwardly looking around. it wasn't that you were a mess at interactions, its just you don't want to be caught fawning over the art and architecture all for a rich snob to sneer at you. you really do not want to out yourself in a sea of sharks.

"it was supposed to be a surprise!" she grinned, this time it really was innocent and you sighed, shaking you head as you smoothened your dress for the umpteenth time.

"you gotta relax, pretty." she reassured, gently steering your shoulders towards herself, "do what you like. flirt with whoever you want or simply geek out about the art. the people here are way too self absorbed to notice us, trust me." times like this you really do feel grateful for a friend like hers.

"and if someone bothers you, i'll take care of them. just holler." she grinned wickedly, winking at you as she pulled back.

"holler? in the middle of the gala?"

"yep." she chuckled as she started walking away, "they won't remember us anyway."

you shook your head as you stifled a laugh, something told you she has brought the wild side of her to a lot of galas.

but then you realise you're alone. while she makes her round for any potential scoops, you need to keep yourself company. so you snatch a wine before looking around, actively avoiding everyone's eye. you pick a relatively empty corner by the huge window stool, leaning against the wall as your eyes admire the particular painting up on the wall.

"not fond of socialising i presume?"

your skin jumped a bit, the wine sloshing around in the glass a bit as you looked beside you. you really didn't hear him— him, oh he's a gorgeous him alright.

"didn't mean to startle. dick grayson." he smiled, a certain playfullness to it before he extended his hand towards you.

your eyes flickered to his hand and then his eyes, skeptical but also a bit confused. not only have you seen him somewhere that name sounds awfully familiar—

"oh!" your brows jumped up as you shook his hand, quite a reflex action since you realised this damn manor was technically his home. "hello— hi. sorry i didn't recognize-"

"its no problem." he chuckled, amusement rolling off of him and you're already starting to see the proof of his charm that the gotham talks about, "i tend to gravitate towards the more interesting people in these boring galas, so i should be the one apologising if i... intruded."

he did not sound apologetic at all, instead his eyes simply flared with delight as he looked down at you. it unsettled you, not exactly in a creepy way, but you do want to be a part of whatever he is concocting in that pretty head of his.

"interesting? how is me standing in a corner interesting?" you mused as your raised a brow at him, willing your nerves down. he stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets before looking around, his brows furrowing in fake annoyance.

"you're not among them, gossping and bragging. or feeling me up." he makes an exaggerated shudder of his body before sighing and you stifle a laugh, "the gotham elite has some drama every other tuesday, so i get them needing to gossip." you shrugged and he caught the way you subtly grouped him with them.

"also i thought you liked the attention. i don't mean to assume, but it certainly looked that way in the tabloids." you said and he immediately grinned teasingly , "really didn't take you to be interested in tabloids."

"im not." you come to your defense, quite quickly so, "but i see them here and there. in passing." you're definitely not going to accept that in front of anyone, much less the source.

out of the corner of your eye you noticed the center being cleared, lights dimming down. as if that was exactly what he was waiting for he extended a hand and did a little bow, and you wondered just how many people has he charmed to be this confident.

"great to know you're interested." he said and before you could deny that he tilted his head towards the center, where few had gathered. "a dance? something to break your assumptions." his smile wasn't inviting, it was challenging. everything about him seemed mischievous, as if he was upto no good.

still you accepted, and he was a good dancer. he swayed you right, the dip was perfect— though his hold did get tight suddenly.

dick on the other hand, he wasn't looking at the pretty lady in his arms, no, he was looking at his brother right across the room shooting daggers at him. he smiled back, wide and smug, before mouthing, "she's really gorgeous."

Jason's fist tightened as his jaw clenched in unmasked ire at his brother's antics. he would have regretted coming here, as he always does, but he really can't stand you in his arms.

so what happened was he had... eavesdropped on your conversation with your friend. he only wanted to check up on you but the mention of gala really caught his attention. more when the name Wayne reached his ears, he should have left at that. he never attends Bruce's galas, hates them with a passion— not to mention any interaction with bruce that puts him in the spotlight really throws him off. but then you wore the earrings— his earrings. and just like that his heart swayed.

it swayed so hard to the point he doned on the suit, full black and formal. and while the stares and whispers made his eyes twitch, he was far too enamored by the sight of you, beautiful and stunning. he can't help the pride that swells in his chest as the earrings glint in the warm light, he does have impeccable taste.

he would have approached first, he really wanted to but he wasn't red hood right now, he wasn't the red you knew, he was just.. jason. the man who promised to text back for the settlement of the coffee but left you on unread. yeah he really forgot about that.

and he was content with simply watching, but apparently his brother wasn't. dick was already flabbergasted when jason called him to let him know he's coming, reluctantly requesting him to handle bruce in case he swarms jason. and ever the curious cat that dick is, he needed to know why the sudden change of heart.

and his eyes followed Jason's line of direction and settled on you, immediately remembering you from the cafe.

now being the good brother he is, it is his... duty, you can say, to push his brother on the right path. and so that is why he is swaying with you, your innocent yet awkward smile in sharp contrast to Jason's glare at a distance.

his dimples simply deepened as he watched jason literally march to where you are, so confidently and smoothly evening out his frown before plastering the same charming smile dick has.

"really sorry to cut in." he wasn't. before you even knew what was happening, who it was and why the hell did dick wink at him—

oh.

Jason's hand engulfed yours, intertwining, while his hand slipped around your waist yet it felt as if it was hovering. he didn't even pull you close, the gap almost felt awkward yet his eyes didn't show that discomfort. he was giving you a choice, asking while respecting your space.

"you." you whispered out, and your brows raised slowly, "the guy who helped. jason was it?" you remembered his name, you weren't one to forget so easily. but it did hurt your ego a tad bit to not get a text back, its not like you were hitting on him, you simply wanted to return back the money.

his lips pulled into a sheepish smile as he looked away for a moment, cursing his past self for his stupid decisions. it made sense at that moment, to keep you at an arms length. "one and only."

you stepped closer to him, letting your hand rest on his chest, a silent permission and in an instant his hovering hand rested on your waist. it was just a simple touch, you shouldn't make a big deal out of it yet his touch burnt you— it seared through the very fabrics and found its way to your heart. neck warmed, heart thudded— your breath stuttered for a good second, but it wasn't noticeable enough, you hope.

it was to him.

he looked different, maybe its the lights or the suit, but he looked different, dashing. beautifully so. you couldn't help the subtle way your eyes lingered on him, not stagnant on a particular point but all of him. eyes, cheeks, scars, neck, lips—

"i really want to apologise. for not texting." he said, making your eyes snap up and you hoped he didn't notice how sweaty your hands got, or felt the heat searing your body.

he did.

of course he noticed, he noticed everything— he sees everything. but you don't, and for that he's thankful. he's entirely thankful that you didn't feel the twitch of his hand on your waist, simply to bury the need to pull you closer. you didn't notice the way his eyes softened when you let him be close, the way his lips parted. he could finally let his eyes be, admire you in your beauty while being jason and not red.

"can i know why?" he twirled you and gently tugged you back in his arms, they didn't feel cagey. for some odd reason something about him felt... familiar. the proximity was less than it was with dick, yet it didn't raise any flags in your head.

"i mean i wasn't hitting on you. just wanted to return your money." you shrugged and that tone was enough to drag him out of his happy reverie, plunge him in ice cold water because you do not sound very pleased right now.

"i forgot about it— im so sorry." he winced out a smile as he swayed you a bit more, more snug and your eyes narrowed amusingly, " i forgot about it and since i don't bother with unknown numbers—"

"i mentioned my name. and i think i even added that im the person from the cafe." you cut through, faking an innocent tone but your eyes conveyed all the skepticism you felt , "the very same day too. so unless you've got amnesia— which you clearly don't— i don't see how you forgot about it." your smirk was challenging, taunting and his heart roared. it fucking roared in his chest. he should feel even a tiniest bit guilty but he doesn't. his mistake did lead to seeing you being mean and scathing— he loved that.

and as if some higher power (dick) was helping him, the tempo changed. it was faster than before, it had more tension.

it got his blood rushing, putting his rational side on the bench and letting his heart dictate every move. it was dangerous, it was stupid.

but did it matter?

one look at you, the slight pull of a smile on your lips and he doesn't even have to answer.

nope.

legs worked faster, his hands gripped yours harder, twirled you faster— till your back collided with his chest. you felt the slight brush of his jaw on your cheek, the smell of aftershave. the man you met in the cafe was gentle, reserved but nice. the man you're in the arms of is far more than that.

"anyway i can make it up to you?" he twirled you back around and pulled you close, his hand flat on your back. he tilted his head, and suddenly the gap lessened even more. you could see his eyes— the deep blue, the green. his pupils were dilated, depths that seemed to snatch you in them.

"by taking back the money i guess— you're good at this." you huffed out in slight surprise, your brows furrowing and he chuckled, deep and low enough to reverberate through you. "glad i could impress you."

"you were impressing me?"

"thought that was obvious?"

"no i thought you wanted to forget about me—"

you let out an inaudible gasp as he dipped you suddenly. you didn't know whether to be shocked or mad at him. but your heart didn't care for either, thudding so hard you wouldn't be surprised if the whole fucking room heard it.

"let me take buy you a coffee as an apology?" he whispered, smiling so smugly you scoffed at his audacity as he pulled you up.

"are you asking me out after ignoring me for weeks— no, months?" you questioned cheekily and he laughed, "im never gonna hear the end of it won't i?"

"you sound like you're already sure i agreed. i didn't yet."

"you didn't say no either."

"but i can."

"you won't though."

you glared at him but the smile on your lips gave away your amusement. your eyes caught kira in a distance, wiggling her brows at you.

you stopped before taking a step back, your body didn't appreciate being robbed of his warmth though. "it was nice meeting you again, jason."

suddenly grabbed your hand as you were about to walk past him, "the earrings look beautiful on you by the way." he smiled before walking away, the tip of his ears suddenly red despite the confidence he presented. your hand instinctively touched your earring and you smiled, yeah they are.

Jason's world was crashing down, hands twitching, curling and uncurling as it lamented the loss of you. he got a taste, and now he wants more. he already thought he had enough as red, meeting you in those little stolen moments were enough. but now he saw how you'd look in his arms.

his heart craves that.

its a storm in him, he should keep his distance. sever all ties all together, both as red hood and as jason. that would be the smart thing to do, the right thing. he shouldn't entangle his personal and vigilante life together, not that they weren't already. but at least to you, red and jason were different. and he thought both were undeserving of the warmth of life, all until you.

so why won't his heart want you? selfish, greedy— whatever his heart was it didn't matter, he didn't care. there was more than just a pull towards you, you had already made a snug little home in his heart and he couldn't find it in himself to evict you out. his mind and heart were yet again in a clash.

his phone vibrated. his brows furrowed as he looked down at it. immediately he scoffed out a laugh, you wired back the money. and texted him a lil something.

i don't like owing people. also i'm only free on weekends.

he shook his head. what storm, what clash? it didn't matter. it never did. you were already carving a you shaped hole through the walls around his heart.

"why the hell you didn't tell me you danced like that?!"

jason rolled his eyes at dick. he forgot how both him and bruce must have seen it all.

"i didn't know i could either." he muttered under his breath but dick didn't care, he wiggled his brows again.

"you guys looked snug and cosy."

"that you did." where the hell did Alfred come from?

"we were just dancing!"

"why didn't you tell me you were coming jason? and who was that lady?" great now bruce spawned out of nowhere.

"is this an interrogation?" he grumbled under his breath but dick only grinned.

"did she say yes?"

"to what?" jason frowned in frustration.

"you asked her out. did she say yes?" now he frowned for a whole different reason.

"i didn't—"

"you're dating?"

"excellent choice, master jason."

"im not—"

"oh he is. oh i wish everyone could see it." dick sighed exaggeratedly.

"you will tell no one—"

"already did."

jason rubbed his face as he looked up at the ceiling.

"i will shove your face in that horrible cake."

"....it wasn't horrible :("

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[bluem1lls]

Hey I was wondering if you could do a se-mi fic where the reader is really sweet/kind and is apart of Gi-hun's group in the games. So when se-mi starts flirting with her the boys go all big brother/dad mode and start getting protective. I just think it would be funny to see Dae-ho and Jung-bae doing their goofy marines bit, while se-mi is absolutely unimpressed and sassy and the reader is just watching from afar happy that they're all 'getting along'. Thank you and I love your writing <3

✧₊⁺ i'd do it all again

✦ synopsis: she's very willing to flirt with you, even if there's two are always there to try to stop her from doing it!

tw: pure fluff!

authors note: hiiii, its short but its a week update and im DEAD so dhhdhdfh i hope u like it!!! tysm for the request💓💓

-> "fuck" my head hurts from the impact as i open my eyes to see a girl.. on top of me. her eyes widen as she tries to stay still. her arms keep my body trapped underneath her.

"shit- i'm so sorry" she whispers slowly, trying to not get caught by the doll from the game.

as i can hear it say 'green light' once again. she stands up quickly, lending me her hand as we start running. i can see my brother's eyes moving across the entire room trying to find me because he lost me out of his sight. when he does, he lets out a big sigh as he runs to my side, staying still as we hear the 'red light'.

-> once we're get to the finish line, i lay on the floor, exhausted. my eyes try to find the short haired girl. i stare as i see her bent over, trying to catch her breath.

"you're not allowed to leave my side, ever" dae-ho, my brother, grabs my shoulders as i rolled my eyes. "i'm serious."

"i know, i'm sorry. a girl tripped over me."

as we turned around to head to the main room, i see the girl's eyes follow me until we arrive.

-> as we're done voting, my brother, being the social butterfly he is, already got us a group.

i sit besides gi-hun as i stare the surroundings. i can feel my brother's arms around me as i groan. the girl who fell on top of me stares, quickly removing her eyes of me as i find her sight.

-> and i try multiple times to talk with her, but everytime i seem to get somewhat close, she's moving around as i frown. maybe she's awkward after the way we met but, i'm still curious.

-> as the second game begins, we get together until they announce 'group of 5'. their eyes widen as in-ho tries to move aside, i grab him as i shook my head no. i turn to leave as dae-ho grabs my arm, serious.

"there's no way-"

"listen, i'll be fine. i have an idea. i promise i'll be fine."

"no you liste-"

it's too late, because i'm already running to the pierced girl as she stares up and down at me with a smirk. great, finally an excuse to talk to her and i know she can't run away this time.

"you owe me. and i need a group" i said to her as she scoffed in amusement.

"oh? i owe you?"

"you fell on top of me!" i reply as she hums, playing with her lip piercing.

"what's wrong with your boyfriend's team?" she lifts an eyebrow as i stare wide eye. boyfriend???

"that dumbass?!" i point at dae-ho."he's my brother, ew."

her expression turns into a surprised one, quickly returning to her normal one. was that why she was avoiding me this whole time? i chuckled softly as she did too.

"oh- right. sorry. so um, let's go get three more people" she says, turning around as we see the purple hair guy coming in our direction. we both stare at eachother at the same time, smiling.

great.

-> as we pass the second same, i sit with them, waiting nervously for my brother and the group's return. i see them arrive with a smile as i get up to throw myself into his arms as he hugs me tight. i hug every one of them, happy to see them again.

-> as the night comes, i eat my food while chatting with the group until i see a someone in front of me. i lift my gaze to meet her brown eyes.

i lift my eyebrow as i slowly smile. "hi"

"hey.. thought you could use the company" she said with amusement, sitting next to me. "and, you never told me your name.."

as i tell her, she replies with hers. se-mi.

"pretty name for a pretty girl" i chuckle at her poor attempt to flirt as she laughs with me.

i feel arms wrap around me as i turn my head. of course. i roll my eyes as i sigh.

"hello ladies. i'm dae-ho" he says (to se-mi, mostly) with a serious expression as she stares unfazed and gives him a head nod. "her brother, but you probably guessed since we have the same 'pretty face', like you said." he tells her, trying to put his most 'older brother' face as i elbow him on the ribs.

"get out, oh my god you're so annoying" i said removing myself from his grip as he stares, offended.

"i'm trying to look after my little sister! you can't date someone from this game"

"we're not dating! leave!" i whisper/shout at him as he stares like a puppy while i push him out.

"i was in the marine, by the way!" he tells to her, turning around one last time as she smirks.

i sit again besides her as i huffed. she smiles, amused.

"so that was.. interesting" she plays with her lip piercing, the smirk never leaving her lips. i nod as i stare away, too embarrassed to meet her eyes. "does that mean every time i'll try to talk to you, you'll have a bodyguard?" she chuckles as i nod, embarrassed.

"i mean.. probably"

she hums as her gaze meets my eyes.

"i can do that."

and she means it.

-> and as the days go by, we become closer and closer. hugging eachother everytime we see the other one survived the game, teaming together and staying all night talking.

and she's so pretty, that it doesn't feel surprising when she's making me blush from staring too much, or when i get butterflies everytime she whispers sweet things to me because she knows i love it.

-> and after one specific hard game, i realize i wanna spend every little minute with her. too scared to loose her, i'm asking her to bring her mattress besides mine. as i'm helping her to move it, i can see two people standing in front of us, staring to see what we're doing.

"are you two sleeping together? i don't think thats a good idea." jung-bae says as my eyes widen. "you look like a good young girl, but we can't trust too much" he says to se-mi as this one stares and gives him a soft chuckle.

"that's true. sleeping together is a step too far. are you two dating?" my brother nods at jung-bae's words as i cover my face in embarrassment.

"not yet" she smirks at my brother as his eyes widen.

"can you two just... shush away?" i murmur to them, staring at both.

they look at each other as i move them softly aside.

"i can't believe the disrespect we face. from two young girls" jung-bae says as dae-ho nods.

-> and as the night comes, we lay side to side while talking.

"i really like this.. spending time with you" she says, making me smile. i feel her cold hands with the rings cup my face as i stare at her. "do you think your brother's awake?"

my expression turns into confusion. "um.. no? i don't think so?"

"good" she mumbles against my lips as she kisses me. i let out a soft moan in surprise as i melt into the kiss.

"i knew you weren't a good girl!" my brother jumps from the bed, his finger pointing to se-mi, making us break from the kiss to stare him.

"oh my god where you spying this whole time? you're a fucking-"

"hey careful!" he says, his finger now pointing at me. "now. if you want my sister, i will make your life a living hell" he warns se-mi as she lifts her arms, smiling.

"she's worth it" she says as we both stare at her.

-> and he means it. because even when we leave the game after voting 'x', she warns me many times i'm not allowed to disappear now that she's attached. not like i was going to. but wherever i go, he's also always there too.

and all the guys are also there. even gi-hun, jung-bae and in-ho, warning her every step of the way, as me and jun-hee chuckle. and se-mi starts loving them too, because she's sure she won't be able to get rid of them (she tried!)

with our poor relationship with our father, jung-bae ends up turning into more of a father figure to us, being the one supporting my brother through everything, but also being there for me everyday.

and with time (a lot of family dinners we have together) they start to soften up for her.

-> so it's not a surprise when a few years later, at our wedding, she takes a video of how our life together has been and a video of my brother and jung-bae shows up.

"are you- are you asking us for our blessing?" dae-ho sobs as jung-bae seems to be suppressing his tears. i can hear her laugh, although i can't see her because she was the one recording the video.

"i don't think i would be able to go through it if i didn't" she says, softly.

they're both crying now as they hug her.

"i knew you were the one!" jung-bae says, sobbing like a baby while she laughs.

"we knew it! that's why we went easy on you!" dae-ho says, wiping away his tears.

"yeah, i figured" se-mi says, her tone dripping in sarcasm.

i turn to the side to hug her while i kiss her, laughing as dae-ho and jung-bae stare at the video, blushing red.

"we agreed that was a secret!" jung-bae says, embarrassed as gi-hun hugs him with a chuckle.

"that's-that an edition. se-mi! you said you wouldn't play that" dae-ho says to her as she shrugs.

i cup her face on my hands as she laughs. her gaze meets mine. "i love you so much." my stare filled with love like the first day i met her.

"mh, i love you so much too. happy family, happy wife and happy life right?"

[biteyoubiteme]

blind date

Jeongin x fem!reader

synopsis: your friend invites you on a double date only your date doesnt talk to you all night.

warnings: 🔞!!! slight angst, mentions of drinking, protected sex, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 2.8k

an: this was a request! hope I did it justice but I don't think im too good at writing angst and this isn't too fluffy lol sorry anon :p feedback is appreciated! not proofread sorry [m.list]

“he's so cute I promise you won't regret it,” your friend is trying so hard to put on a convincing argument, begging you to go out with her tonight on her date, “I'll pull up his instagram! Please I'm so nervous I can’t go alone,” she pulls out her phone typing away before passing it to you. 

“oh his is cute,” you whisper not wanting to admit you were leaning toward going. but as you scroll through his page you knew you wouldn't pass up a date with him even if it was awkward to be going with your friend and you didn’t know him at all. but one photo showing his sweet smile and little dimple was enough for you to agree because only the world's strongest and heartless individuals could withstand the power of dimples on anyone. 

A few hours later you’re seated at a table, tucked into the back of the bar, picking at your nails. As happy as your friend is with her date, giggling and sharing light touches, you’re sitting in silence with Jeongin. 

the two of you had shared a soft hello, ordered at the bar together, and then fell off talking without even really starting. The booth was shaped in a way that you and Jeongin were just watching your friends fall in love.  

“So are you from here?” you try, your straw in between your fingers and stirring your drink. 

“Not really,” he says, watching his hand on the table, thumb rubbing over a drop of water that slid from the side of his glass. 

you wait for him to elaborate but get nothing in return, you contemplate kicking your friend under the table to ask to cut this all short. She is not nervous anymore and you know the two of them will be going on another date without question. It's when you sip from your empty glass that Chan turns away from your friend and notices the two of you sitting in silence. 

“Do you want a refill?” he asks, hiking his thumb over his shoulder, he looks back to your friend with a dimple-graced smile, “We’ll go get another round yeah?” 

“Okay,” she nods as Chan and Jeongin slip out of the booth and head to the bar. 

“you’re the worst he won't even fucking talk to me!” 

“I'm sorry last time when I met him he seemed so sweet and just your type, I don’t know what happened,” 

“he's looking everywhere but my face, hell I'm sure he hasn't even glanced at my hand,” 

“I'm sorry but just a little longer please, Chan invited us back to his apartment to hang and I don’t want to go alone,” 

“I'm not third-wheeling your hook-up,” 

“No his roommates will be there and some of his other friends and any of their girlfriends, please,” she folds her hands in front of her pouting her lips. “I need you,” 

“you do not, he's all over you, I need you,” she bats her lashes and you know you’ll give in. Even a bad date wouldn't keep you from helping your friend, “you owe me,” 

It was only an hour later when you were in the back of an uber squished between jeongin and your best friend that you were truly regretting saying yes to a blind date in the first place. Jeongin was trying to keep every part of him from touching you, thighs pulled in close to the door, arm slung across his stomach. it was making you angry. both of you had been invited to your friend's date and both of you should have turned it down. if he didn’t want to be here with you he could pretend or try to hold a conversation at the very least. instant silence was worse than faking it, or at least for your ego.

even sitting in their living room with all their friends joking and laughing you couldn't put it aside. jeongin sitting across from you, nodding along with whatever was said to him, avoiding your gaze. 

everyone is playing cards or joking around and you’re trying to join in on the conversation, sipping from a drink your friend brought over to you when you notice jeongin excuse himself from the group. without much thought, you throw the rest of your drink back for encouragement before leaning past your friend to ask Chan where the bathroom is. He points you down the hall Jeongin went and you’re quick to follow. 

The music fades as you move down the hall still leaving room for you to hear the sink faucet on as you lean against the wall opposite the bathroom. crossing your arms to listen to the sound of the water turning off and the lock clicking. 

jeongin is surprised to see you waiting for him, little angry scowl making him avert his eyes from yours. He lowers his head trying to move past you but you shoot your arm out to block him. 

“Is there something wrong with me?” the words spill out before you can stop yourself. jeongin jolts back at the question, finally meeting your gaze. 

“What?”

“Are you hung up on someone else or am I just not pretty enough? fuckable enough?” 

jeongin is stammering trying to blink away his confusion. “I never- I don’t-“ 

“I mean why else would you ignore me all night? and yeah going out with someone you don’t know can be awkward but damn I got dressed up so cute only to be ignored?” 

you place your hands on your hips and jeongin follows the line of your body with his eyes. “I’ve never really um- I’ve just been-“ 

you feel kinda bad as you watch him try to make a sentence, his cheeks turning pink as he fails, “I was worried about this exactly,” he gets out waving around at himself. “and I mean I’ve talked to girls I’ve had a girlfriend before it’s just- it’s been a while and chan was being so nice inviting me along to try and help me but I just-“ he meets your eyes again, “you’re pretty, one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen, gorgeous really and I was already so nervous and then I saw you and if I hadn’t been invited I would have never stood a chance and I didn’t want to embarrass myself,” he huffed a laugh, “but I already did that now,” he’s rushing with his words trying to get everything out so that he says his peace. 

he wants to put this to bed and wallow in his embarrassment in private now. he didn’t want to get his hopes up to see you leave here and never think about him again. he could imagine you giggling with your friend on the car ride home and he didn’t want that so he just didn’t talk. Now he’s opening the door for all of his fears and he won’t even shut up. “and there’s nothing wrong with you I swear. if I could make love to you I would I just didn’t want to be embarrassing,” 

and although you feel a little bit like an ass seeing him so shy it doesn’t stop your giggle at his last statement. “I didn’t ask if you wanted to make love to me, I asked if I was fuckable, there’s kinda a difference,” if jeongins blush could spread any farther it would. “to make love you kinda have to talk to someone; get to know them,” 

“Sorry,” he breathes and it’s then he’s realizing just how close the two of you are standing to each other. “I-I do find you…” jeongins eyes flicker down to your lips watching the way you tuck them between your teeth. 

“fuckable? you can say it but only if you mean it,” 

you watch his throat bob as he swallows, watch as his eyes dip down over your body before he looks back to you, “I do find you fuckable,” the words at the end of a whisper. both of you watching each other waiting for the other to move, to do something. but you realize he probably wouldn’t make the first move, not after everything already. 

lifting a hand you place it over his stomach sliding your hand up his chest as his breathing increases; he doesn’t stop you. jeongin is leaning closer, dipping his head down until his lips are just about to meet yours. “prove it,” you whisper and it’s what sends him over the edge pressing his mouth to yours. 

he leaves the softest kiss before pulling away looking at you for the smallest second before his hand slides behind your neck pulling you back to his lips. 

He kisses you like this is the only time he will have his mouth on you like he wants to consume you. 

your fingers tangle in his shirt and in the hair at the back of his neck not knowing what's come over you. the two of you barely break away for air long enough to think past the feeling of each other. stumbling he presses you into the wall, your back flush against the surface as he wedges himself closer to you, knee between your legs and his hand heavy on your waist you don’t care if only a few minutes ago he was ignoring you like you had the plague, not when he's kissing you like this. 

when he starts to kiss down your neck is when you decide you don’t care how far it goes tonight as long as he keeps touching you. “Take me to your room,” you're whispering into his ear, and he's nodding against you not even stepping away from you as he guides you backward towards his door. you have little time to take in the space when he shuts the door. his space tidy and inviting the only light coming from his desk lamp. His bed is half made with the comforter showing someone had rolled out this morning. in a moment jeongin pulls you with him to the edge of the bed, “we don’t have to do anything,” he mutters as you climb into his lap, his hands attached to your hips. 

you brush his hair back from his face, “Do you wanna stop?” and you find it cute that even just from kissing he's hard pressed against your inner thigh trying to stop himself from guiding your hips against him for friction. 

“no don’t stop,” hands sliding down the curve of your ass pulling you down harder on his erection. “I'm sorry I was so awkward and ignored you,” he kisses down your throat as you grind on him, ”I want to get to know you I-,” he cuts himself off with a moan when you slip your hand between you two to palm him over his jeans. 

“you can ask me out for real after we both get off okay?” 

“you'll say yes?” his breathy question sounds like a plea as you fumble with the button of his jeans. “I didn’t think you would like me,” 

“Well, you would have never known if I did or not unless you looked at me first,” your hand slips into the waistband of his underwear and he buries his head into your neck as he moans against your skin. The warmth of his precum helps slide your hand over his veiny shaft, thumb circling his tip as his hands dig into the fabric of your skirt. “Look at me,” your free hand fisting his hair to tug his head back. “if you make me cum it's a guaranteed yes,” 

His smile is suddenly sinful, an irrefutable dimple on display as he wraps his arm around your waist flipping the two of you over so that you’re on your back against the comforter. He pushes up your skirt, eyes drawn to the outline of your cunt in your lace panties. you sit up on your elbows as he presses his thumb to your clit, your head rolling back at the feeling of his rubbing circles, your knees spreading wider. He hooks his fingers into your panties pulling them to the side, free hand reaching out to gather your wetness. 

jeongin doesn't want to waste any time, reaching over and past you to pull out a condom from the nightstand next to you. you hadn't seen having sex in the cards tonight but watching him slide on the condom all the slick he got from you used to help roll it down was enough to make you ache for him. his pants aren't even fully down as he climbs into bed pressing himself into the cradle of your hips. you reach down to help guide him to your entrance, notching the head of his cock right where you wanted him. 

your head rolls back as jeongin pushes in, the stretch making both of you moan. He pauses only halfway before pulling back out, rubbing along your folds and against your clit before pushing all the way in. Your arms wrap around his neck as he kisses down your jaw. He's thrusting so slowly that you arch your hips trying to meet him halfway. “faster I don’t want it slow,” 

he nods, pulling away enough so that he can hook your legs into the crook of his elbows, folding you in half your skirt completely bunched up at your waist as you tug your panties more to the side. laying himself on top of you he slides in deeper than you thought possible feeling him pressed against your cervix. He gives you one last soft kiss before he starts pounding into you without remorse. his eyes trained on your every facial expression, your gummy walls squeezing around him as he bit back curses at the feeling. you know that everyone is just down the hall but it's hard to keep quiet when he's angling his hips just right to hit your gspot, your hand sneaking down to rub at your clit. “Look at how pretty you are taking my cock, now that I have my eyes on you I can’t look away,” you try to bite back your whine, hips sinking as he slams into you. “Now who's not talking?” 

you can feel your orgasm building in your stomach, your toes curling as you roll your head back. “no no look at me when you cum I wanna know I got my second date the moment it happens,”  and the feeling hits you like a truck, jeongins hand coming up to cover your mouth to keep your noises down but his arm moving sends your leg higher and you feel him press further into you. you’re trembling as he lets you ride out your high his slow strokes a mixture of his soon climax and the absolute pleasure of feeling you squeeze around him. The warmth of him filling the condom has you pressing your hand to his mouth to silence him, his arms buckling as he tries to keep himself upright.

when the both of you catch your breath you realize neither of you has removed your hands from the other's mouth, both of your giggles muffled from the realization. both of you move your hands and Jeongin kisses your nose before pulling out of you, your hiss at the sensation has him rubbing his thumb through your folds the slight overstimulation making your knees jerk. “I'm sorry next time i'll try to go a bit slower, maybe i'll have talked enough to have moved past fuckable,” he pulls your panties back into place before you sit up. 

“we will need at least five dates before you get to lovemaking status,” you reach over to pull him back to your lips, “for the meantime fast and hard is perfect,” you can feel his smile as you kiss. 

When both of you pull apart you stand fixing your skirt as he tosses the condom in the trash. “I need to go clean up in the bathroom,” you say, brushing your hair back with your fingers. 

jeongin nods, finding his phone to hand over to you, “first your number,” you’re quick to input it before making your way out into the hallway. both of you smiling like idiots as he closes the door to his room, both of you nearly jumping out of your skin when your friend clears her throat. 

“I was just coming to check to see if you were ready to go,” her grin tells you she knows exactly what happened. 

“I'm just going to the restroom then we can go,” she's standing right in front of the bathroom door as you make your way over. 

“Who's third wheeling who's hook up now?” she whispers as you pass her. 

 your blush is all the way down your neck, you look back over your shoulder, “Make sure to call me okay?” and Jeongins looks at you like you've already got him wrapped around your finger.

[nahoney22]

Hello there!

Congratulations on 4,500 followers!

May I request a NSFW prompt 30: come closer and keep me warm or something like with F! Reader x Mayday, please?

He needs more love!

Warmth in the Night*** 🌊

🫧 pairings: Commander Mayday X Female!Reader

word count: 1.9k

prompts:

• “Come here and keep me warm.”

plot: Trapped with nothing but a lousy flickering fusion lantern to keep you both warm, yourself and Mayday decide to take advantage of this time alone.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Established relationship, cuddling (amongst other things) for warmth, kissing, consensual sex, p in v sex, cock warming, dirty talk, explicit sexual content language, praising, fingering, trapped in a snow storm.

authors note: im so sorry for the wait @ladypunz and I apologise it’s short! But you’re right, he does deserve some love!

“Do you think it’ll hold?” you ask, your voice trembling as much from the cold as the worry gnawing at you. Together, yourself and Mayday had managed to barricade the rickety door of the abandoned shack you’d stumbled upon, but the raging blizzard outside wasn’t letting up.

Mayday steps back, eyeing the door with his hands on his hips. “Should do,” he says, his tone calm but a little cautious. “And if not… well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

You try to laugh, but the bitter cold seeps into every part of you, stealing the sound before it can form. Stars, the bitter breeze stabs at your skin like little needles.

Pushing aside your discomfort, you move to help him gather whatever scraps of blankets and fabric you can find and then drape them around a fusion lantern. It was the only thing providing little warm but its light flickers weakly, threatening to go out at any moment. The thought of it completely shutting down makes you nervous which doesn’t go unnoticed by Mayday.

Setting his helmet on a cracked, uneven table, he steps closer, his gloved hand brushing against your frosty cheek. His touch was warm despite the frigid air.

“Don’t worry,” he says, his voice steady and reassuring. “We’ll get through this. We’ll rest tonight, and by morning, the storm will have passed. Then we’ll make our way to the rendezvous point.”

You lean into his touch, seeking out the comfort it offers, and before you know it, your arms are around his waist, clinging to him as if he’s the only thing keeping you knitted to warmth and safety. “At least I’m with you,” you say softly.

His lips curve into a fond smile as he wraps his arms around you, his hands rubbing gently up and down your back in an effort to warm you. “Likewise.”

You were both meant to be delivering supplies to an outpost but were caught off guard by the sudden storm and luckily, you and Mayday had been together for a while now. He liked to tease that you fell for him first, and while that wasn’t entirely untrue, it didn’t mean he didn’t fall harder. He was everything you wanted in a relationship and you were glad he was so calm in a rather precarious situation.

“How are we on rations?” you ask after a moment, sitting down on the pile of tattered blankets whilst he pushes a broken table against the door just for a little extra reinforcement.

He grabs his pack, rummages around, and pulls out two ration bars, offering a wry smile as he hands you one. “At least it’s the flavor you like.”

“Lucky me,” you mutter with a half-smile, taking the bar and nibbling on it. If you were going to be stuck here, you wanted it to last.

Once the makeshift barricades are as secure as they’ll get, Mayday settles in beside you, the two of you huddling under the pile of blankets. The only light comes from the pathetic sputtering lantern, and the majority of warmth from each other. Despite your best efforts, your teeth chatter relentlessly.

Mayday drapes an arm over you, pulling you closer until your back is tucked against his chest. “Come here,” he says, his voice low and soft. “Keep me warm.”

You don’t hesitate, nestling into him, your head resting in the crook of his neck and shoulder. His warmth envelops you, a small reprieve from the biting cold.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to the back of your head.

“A little bit,” you admit, your breath shaky, though you can’t deny how much this was helping.

Night falls swiftly, the wind still screaming against your shelter. “I hope this storm ends soon,” you whisper, your voice barely audible above the howl of the wind.

“Me too,” Mayday replies, his arms tightening around you. “But at least the company’s good, right?”

You smile despite everything, catching the teasing lilt in his voice. “It’s perfect,”

“You know,” Mayday murmurs, his voice low and teasing as his fingers trace gentle patterns across your stomach, “it’s been a while since we’ve had some time alone.”

Your eyes, which had been closed in contentment, flutter open. A playful smirk spreads across your lips as you tilt your head just enough to meet his gaze. “You’re right,” you say softly, your voice holding a hint of mischief. “It has been a while.”

Mayday’s answering smirk is wicked, a flicker of heat sparking in his inviting eyes. He leans down, capturing your lips with his, the kiss starting soft but quickly deepening into something more needy.

A gasp escapes you as his hand tangles in your hair, pulling you closer. You turn fully to face him, your fingers threading through the textured strands of his long hair, tugging gently. The sensation draws a low groan from his throat, his lips parting against yours as your tongue slips into his mouth.

The kiss turns hungrier, more demanding, as his hands begin to wander. One gloved hand peels away, and when his now-bare palm glides over your skin, the chill of his touch makes you gasp again.

His lips curve into a smirk against yours, and his free hand slips lower, exploring with deliberate slowness until it finds the waistband of your pants. He pauses for just a moment, enough to let anticipation coil tightly in your chest, before sliding his hand inside.

You tremble under his touch, his fingers brushing against your folds. The coldness of his skin sends shivers across your body, but it only heightens the heat rapidly building between you.

“Already wet for me?” he murmurs darkly, his lips brushing against yours. His thumb circles your clit with an intense and measured pace, and he bites down lightly on your lower lip. “You needy girl.”

A whimper escapes you, your body arching into his hand as waves of pleasure roll through you. “C-can’t help it,” you stammer, your voice breathless. “You’ve been neglecting me.”

A low groan rumbles deep in his chest, his mouth moving to your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. His breath is warm against you, a stark contrast to the icy air around you.

“Let me fix that.”

His fingers move with purpose now, sliding against you with expert precision. Every flick of his thumb, every stroke of his hand, draws soft gasps and moans from your lips. The storm outside is forgotten, the cold replaced by the searing heat of his touch.

“Mayday, shit… don’t stop,” you plead, your voice trembling as you clutch his shoulders, your fingers digging into the fabric of his under-armor.

He grins, a low, knowing chuckle rumbling in his chest as he tugs your pants down just enough to give his hand the space it needs. His fingers slide against you, then press inside, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. The sound makes his grin widen. “You feel so pretty,” he murmurs, his voice rough and reverent. “So perfect.”

Your hips buck instinctively against his hand, desperate for more. A string of curses falls from your lips as he adds another finger, spreading you open with a skilled, deliberate rhythm. His lips find your neck again, trailing hot, searing kisses along your skin that make you shudder beneath him.

“Stars, I’m g-gonna—” you stammer, the words caught in your throat as the pressure inside you builds to a dizzying peak after a measly few minutes.

“Yes, you are,” he growls, his voice laced with hungry satisfaction. His lips leave your neck, his gaze locking onto yours as he watches you unravel. Your eyes roll back, your body arching as pleasure crashes over you in an uncontrollable wave.

You come undone, trembling and gasping his name like a prayer. “Yes, you fucking are,” he says, his voice thick with pride, his fingers slowing but never stopping, coaxing every last ounce of bliss from you.

Stars blurred your vision, your body trembling as waves of you come down from your high. You felt drunk on his touch, the aftershocks of your climax leaving you breathless and spent. Sweat glistened on your brow, your legs shaking as you tried to steady yourself.

“That’s it,” Mayday murmured in your ear, his voice low and soothing. He withdrew his fingers carefully, his touch lingering for just a moment before he lifted his hand into the faint glow of the lantern. Slick with your arousal, his fingers shimmered in the dim light.

You closed your eyes briefly, letting the moment sink in, before looking up at him with a lazy, somewhat goofy smile. “I think it’s only fair if I return the favour.”

His lips form into a smirk, and without hesitation, he leaned down to kiss you, his mouth claiming yours with renewed desperation. As his tongue brushed against yours, your hands found their way to the waistband of his pants, fumbling with the latch. Mayday chuckled against your lips, helping you shove them down before kicking them off entirely.

Your breath hitched as his cock sprang free, thick and swollen with need. He gripped it lightly, stroking himself with deliberate slowness.

A soft moan escaped your lips at the sight, and an idea formed in your mind. You slipped your pants completely off and shifted closer, your hand wrapping around his length. He gasped at the initial contact, your touch cold against his heated skin, but the sound quickly melted into a groan as you aligned him with your entrance.

With a gentle roll of your hips, you guided him inside, both of you sighing as he stretched you open and settled deep within. His forehead dropped against your shoulder, and he let out a sinful groan, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he buried his face in your chest.

“Fuck, it’s been too long,” he rasped needily, “You feel amazing.”

You bit your lip, your walls fluttering around him, clinging to every inch of him as he throbbed inside you. A teasing smile played on your lips as you whispered, “You like this, Commander? You like being in my pussy?”

“I love it,” he groaned, his voice muffled against your skin and knowing full well that you calling him Commander gets him all hot and bothered. One of your hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as you shifted your hips experimentally.

But before you could start moving in earnest, his grip on you tightened. “Stop. Stop,” he panted, his tone commanding yet soft.

You froze, concern flickering in your eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“Don’t move,” he said, his voice ragged. Pulling back slightly, he cupped your face with both hands, his gaze locking with yours. “You’re keeping my cock so nice and warm.”

It took a moment for his words to register, but then a playful smile tugged at your lips. “Using me as a cockwarmer, are you?”

“Yes, baby,” he murmured, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. “You’re so damn warm, and it feels so good. Just… let me stay like this for a while.”

Your smile softened, and you leaned into him, brushing your lips against his once more. “Anything you want.”

Settling against his chest, you let your body relax, your arms wrapping around him as his cock remained snugly sheathed inside you. He pulled the covers over the two of you, cocooning you both in warmth.

The storm outside howled, but for the first time in hours, you felt nothing but comfort. You didn’t know how long this moment would last, but for now, you hoped the storm wouldn’t let up anytime soon…

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[cryptidnamedhabit]

So since im kinda autistic about the new wolverine and deadpool movie im just gonna post some poolverine/deadclaws headcanons to help keep myself sane :]

Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers under the cut

Also Logan is autistic because I said so

Wade will drink whatever in his coffee in the morning, he doesn't care, meanwhile logan needs a ridiculous amount of things in his morning coffee for it to be drinkable to him

Logan is too much of a wuss puss to admit it though and just didn't drink coffee for a long time

Then, one day, out of the blue, Wade came home with two coffees, one for himself and one for logan (and a puppicino for mary puppins ofc)

Logan refused at first and only agreed to try it to get Wade to stop whining

Needless to say, he was genuinely surprised (and ever-so-slightly creeped out) that Wade knew what he liked in his coffee without telling him

"Apparently, oldie wolvie liked his coffee like that." Wade told him

Wade might've fallen first, but logan fell harder

He was HARD on the denial train

At first he didn't know why or what he was feeling whenever he was around Wade

Feeling jealous whenever Wade gives his attention to someone else? Just annoyed that the other person doesn't express the same "disgust" he has for Wade

Feeling mad when someone finally expresses their "disgust" towards deadpool? That's just because he wasn't that annoying that day and didn't deserve mean (but true) things said about him

Just woke up screaming from a nightmare and needs to hug Wade to feel grounded again because the time ripper killed him in his dreams? He just allows it because mary puppins wasn't quick enough to do it

The feeling of butterflies in his stomach whenever Wade looks at him with nothing but adoration and love in his eyes? Probably just something off in the food he ate earlier that day

Feeling the urge to grab Wade by his face and kiss him while whispering sweet nothings until the universe explodes? Just an intrusive thought or two

It isn't until he's on some random walk with mary puppins that he finally realizes that he just might have a crush on deadpool

He pretty much goes through the seven stages of grief once he realizes

It became more difficult to shove his feelings down his throat whenever he was around Wade after that

It wasn't until another one of their "family game nights" that Negasonic pulled Logan aside to talk to him

"When will you two just make it official already?" "What the hell are you talking about?" "About you and Wade, that's what. You don't seriously think that nobody in this building can see you two clearly have a thing for each other, right?" "Still don't know what you're talking about" "What are you on right now?" "The autism spectrum."

Negasonic gave up trying to talk to Logan about Wade after that

After all of that was said and done, it wouldn’t be until one of Wade's random teasings that finally made Logan snap

"God peanut, you wanna kiss me sooo bad it makes you look stupid~"

That was it.

Logan closed the distance between himself and Wade, grabbed his face, and kissed him passionately before he pulled away

"Hhholy fucking hell peanut, how long were you saving that for?" "You've got no idea bub"

"Does this mean I can finally use the blowjob handles on your mask?"

Meanwhile Althea shouts "I CAN HEAR YOU MOTHERFUCKERS CLEAR AS DAY!"

Anyway, I think I might make a part 2 to this post, but idk

[littlxpxtal]

The Greatest

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST

PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

I'm trying my best

To keep you satisfied

Let you get your rest

While I stayed up all night

And you don't wanna know

How alone I've been

Let you come and go

Whatever state I'm in

March

Im here

It’s dark all around me, except for a small light coming behind the Chateau. I followed it, taking a sip of the liquor bottle I stole from my parents bar. I check my phone to see no one has responded yet.

”Idiots”. I mumble, walking further into the darkness down to the water when I finally hear whispers.

“BOO” I hiss at the shadow figures. Sarah yelps, and john b slaps his hand over her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up” pope whisper-yells at me.

“Don’t tell me to shut the fuck up, im here to fucking help.” I whisper-yell back. “Now where is he”

”he said he was paddling here and would give us a signal when he was close.” Jon B whispers to me. I crouch down and feel Kie’s small hand grab my arm.

“Hi mama” I whisper, “you okay?”

she leans her head against mine, and I feel a slight tremble in her grip. She had to be worried sick. I wonder if we all heard from JJ around the same time.

After a few more minutes of us crouching in the marsh we hear a horrible bird call.

“That’s him” John B says, standing up.

“I brought this” I say, holding out a rolled blunt and a lighter to him.

”Perfect” he grabs it from my hands, and quickly lights it.

“Who missed papa j?” JJ says out in a normal voice. Pope hushes him and he lets out a laugh. His figure appears as the light of the blunt casts a shadow over the water, and he paddles up in tattered clothes on the shittiest paddle boat I’ve ever seen.

”Jay” Kie lets out, running into the water and hugging him. His hands wrap around her waist, and he drops his head into the crook of her neck. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t seen anyone else be truly in love, aside from Sarah and JB, In forever. I couldn’t even use my parents as an example. one, because I barely see them, and two, they weren’t very publically affectionate with each other. The only time I saw them standing close together was in photos, when it was mandatory.

Even standing in lines as kids, they would sandwich us, my dad in the back and my mother in the front always leading the way and managing everyone’s orders and problems, while dad kept an eye out for us to be safe. I rarely saw them hold hands, and come to think of it, I cant remember the last time I saw them hug. I cant remember the last time I hugged either one of them.

I stayed back as the rest of the pogues walked into the water to greet him, the boys pulling his paddle boat up onto the grass, the girls holding onto him. He was weak, dehydrated, sunburnt, and tired.

I watched the scene as if it was a painting. The reuniting of best friends. John B handed the blunt to JJ and he took a long drag. I watched him intently as he walked closer, a smile creeping on his face, illuminated from the light at the end.

“Here” I say, handing out the bottle of liquor I stole. He shined his teeth, and pushed the bottle away, embracing me in a hug.

“Thank you for being here. You’re still one of us you know?” He whispered into my ear. A tear fell from my eye and I squeezed him back.

“I need you to stop doing dumb shit like this. We cant lose you.”

”no promises princess” he quips ack, finally grabbing the bottle from my hands and taking a long swig.

“Are y’all ready to do this or what?”

We drove up to Mrs. Crain’s house in the Twinkie, with all of the supplies they needed to get down the well and take out the gold. It was thundering outside, I was shaking from the cold air and tipsy from the bottle JJ and I were sharing,

I checked my phone to see I didnt have any messages.

I knew better than to bring up my problems right now, especially since it was about rafe, and I was with people who honestly didnt care if he lived or died. JJ is also in serious trouble, and were on a mission to complete a quest that JB’s dad had been spending years trying to solve. My boy problems could wait.

There was still an itch in the back of my mind, wondering what he was doing, but I think that was just because I was borderline drunk.

“You gotta stay here” Pope says, breaking me out of my train of thought.

”We need you two on watchout, someone ready to stir chaos if needed, which will be you, Y/N, and our getaway driver, Cleo” Cleo salutes back to him, hopping into the front seat. I nod my head, and watch Sarah get out of the Twinkie.

“Please, please be safe” I whisper, hugging her with all my might.

“We’re gonna be rich” she whispers back, with a smile on her face when she releases me.

“You been drinking a lot” Cleo remarks when the door shuts. I stick out my tongue at her and hold up the bottle.

“That a problem?” I mumble, taking a sip and leaning my head back.

“What’s on your mind girl?”

I sigh and roll my head to the side to look at her. Her eyes look sad, full of empathy. I close my eyes and take another sip before twisting the cap back on.

“I don’t know what im doing with my life. Doesn’t feel like there’s a point to anything.”

“What would you rather be doing than this?” She jokes, grabbing the bottle from my hand and throwing it in the passenger seat.

i huff and cross my arms.

“In a city with lots of people. Not knowing anyone. Going places and not having to worry about everything I do being broadcasted around the town. Meeting new boys. Finding love. Learning things outside of what this stupid fucking island wants us to know”

“You almost there sweetheart, you’re graduating in a few months, and you already have a plan to get on up out of here. You know the folks we with right now don’t have that same luxury”

”I KNOW’ my voice raises. I adjust myself on the seat and look out the window.

”I know. Which is why I cant say anything to anyone. I keep this shit to myself. It’s no one else’s problem. Everyone THINKS I have it figured out just cus im good at school and I got into college.no one is asking what im going study, who im going to live with, where I want to go afterwards. They don’t need to, and I don’t want them to. Because I don’t know. Everything has led up to this moment, and now that its here, im terrified. Im fucking frightened. And my parents wont let me see my best friends, im having to sneak away like this. The guy I, god I don’t even know how I feel about him, he’s so unreadable, he’s so emotionally removed. All he wants is my body and I just fucking give it to him. I give in every time because I just want someone to need me for something. I need someone to want me, I think that’s why I gave into Noah so quick, and was so hurt when he didnt want me anymore. I need a purpose for everything or else I feel nothing. And right now, I have no purpose.”

”Your purpose right here, and right now it to make sure we complete this mission safely.” Cleo responds. “You are needed by us. We’ve needed you this whole time, you just couldn’t be here. And we don’t blame you. We don’t blame you at all. This situation we find ourselves in, this segregated town is making things more difficult than it needs to. But you are loved, y/n. You are loved by us all. Especially JJ and Sarah. I see the way you cherish them, and the way they feel the same back. They are going to be a MESS without you when you leave for college. And im not saying that to guilt you, I just want you to know you mean a lot more to people than you think, or even realize.”

at this point, Im sobbing and Cleo is rubbing his hand on my knee. I lean my head against the back of the drivers seat and reach over, her other hand interlocking with mine.

“Love you Cle” I whisper.

“Love you too princess” she says, and I can hear her smirk through her words.

We sit in silence for 5 more minutes before we hear shouting.

“Open the doors” Cleo instructs as she turns the car on. I push open the passenger door, grabbing the bottle that Cleo confiscated.

I open the side doors, bracing myself for the cold air and whips of cold water against my face. I lean down and grab a flashlight, flickering it three times before turning it off, to alert them we were ready.

The shouts got closer, and I could hearing cursing and heavy breaths reaching closer, the next thing I know, JJ is launching himself into the Twinkie rolling over to end up right next to me with the goofiest smirk I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Pope hops into the front seat, and then girls trail in.

“WHERES JOHN B” Pope screams into the back. I look around frantically through the open door to look for him, flashing the flashlight out before I hear sirens.

”What the fuck happened” I say, turning around. Sarah grabs my hips, pulling me down onto her before shouting at cleo

“FUCKING DRIVE”

Cleo changes the gear and presses hard onto the gas, making us all shift back in our seats. Im still ontop of Sarah, while JJ and Kie hold onto my arms.

“The fuck is happening” is ask, looking around at their dirty faces and soaking wet hair.

“GO AROUND TO THE BACK” JJ shouts up at Cleo, and she makes a sharp right turn. Sarah pushes me up and im onto of Kie, trying to regain my composure as the Twinkie whips around

Kie holds me close, laughing maniacally and JJ grabs my face in his hands, and starts laughing too.

“We’re fucking rich, we’re fucking rich” they kept chanting in my face

“THERE HE IS” Sarah shouts, reaching her hand out of the side door. I scream and lean over to pull her in, worried that she was going to fall out, before I see a mud covered arm reach on the side of the door.

”oh shit” I mumble, falling back ontop of Kie and JJ again before John b hurls himself into the Twinkie.

”NOW GO” Sarah screams back at Cleo.

’WHERE”

”lets go to my house” I speak up

Everyone whips their heads to me, and I finally gain enough courage to sit up.

”My parents aren’t home, and people will think im on spring break or something. and you can hide the Twinkie in my garage. ”

Cle looked over to pope for assurance and he nodded his head.

“Alright you're gonna take a left up here”

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

Two days had passed since the pogues were staying with me. I ordered groceries to the house so we didnt have to leave, and we had a pretty good routine at this point. Everyone woke up between 9-11, and we all made a big brunch, hanging around the living room reading an and playing games. Then around dinner we all pitched in and sat around the table with lit candles. The nights ended w a smoke sesh and watching a scary movie.

I slept in my own bed, Kie and JJ in my older sisters room, John B and Sarah in my younger sisters room,and Cle and Pope in the guest room.

On the morning of the third day, I stayed in bed longer than usual, scrolling on my phone. I got a notification that Rafe had posted new photos, I clicked on the notification, the first few photos in the dump were just him and the boys fucking around. The fourth picture is what made my heart drop.

“Motherfucker”

a few moments later after staring at the image in disbelief, Sarah barges into my room.

“Let’s not do instagram today” reaching out, she grabs my phone from my hand and looks down to see I’ve already saw the image of rafe and Sofia together on spring break.

“Y/N” she sighs, clicking the phone off and tossing my phone to the other side of the bed.

“It’s fine. Seriously. We’re done with each other so. I don’t care” I shrug and stand up from the bed, walking over to my bathroom.

“‘I’ll be down in a bit.” I say before shutting the door.

When I exit the bathroom, I walk over the my phone astray on my bed.

There were a few missed texts from Sabrina.

so. I would suggest deleting the instagram app for now

are you okay???

alright I think you’ve already seen. Im so sorry.

what a fucking loser bro is wear im kicking his ass when he lands back in Kildare.

I already texted topper telling him off for having such a bad friend

okay he says that she just invited herself on their trip and he thinks rafe only posted that photo to be petty. He said they practically ignore each other every moment of the day except when people are taking pictures.

Idk if any of this is going to make you feel better. I hope you’re alright. I love and miss u so bad

im fine. He’s annoying

i respond, and leave my phone in my room as I go upstairs to find lunch already prepared, mostly everyone eating at this point.

“We were thinking of going down to the water today … around sundown?” John B speaks up when they see me walk in

”sounds good.” I say, with a fake smile, walking over to make myself a plate.

We trudge down to the edge of the water from my backyard, carrying baskets of food. JJ has his hood up and a pair of sunglasses, wearing some kook ass outfit I whipped up for him as his disguise.

Music buzzed through the speaker we brought back, a cloud of smoke surrounding us from the fire pit the boys had started. The sun had fully gone down at this point, and my mood had fathered back to being pissed off at Rafe’s post from earlier.

“So you gonna tell me what’s going on between you and rafe?” JJ says to me, holding out a joint and taking a seat next to me on the sand.

i take it out of his hand and take a drag.

“Dunno what you’re talking about”

I pass it back to him and he rolls his eyes.

”at first, when I noticed you always ended up around him, I thought it was just because he was one of the only kooks you actually knew. Ya know, since your were always with us and stuff. Then the whole thing on the beach the other week happened. I have never EVER seen rafe care about anyone. Not even Sarah. Hell he didnt even flinch to worry about Sarah when I pulled the gun out. Instead he grabbed you and ran away.”

I stared out into the ocean, the breeze blowing my hair into my face.

“What’s your point?” I ask, getting irritated.

“You keep shit so bottled up. Think that’s why we get along so well. We like to drown our problems and fuck around until we find out.”

I grunt and grab the joint out of his hand.

“I was hammered and rafe probably knew I was going to do something stupid if I wasn’t removed from the situation. His best friend is dating my best friend, so he probably just felt obligated to make sure I was fine. Plus it’s rafe fucking cameron for gods sake. Im not the kind of girl he goes for. Sofia is.” I mumble the last part and pass the joint back to JJ, pulling my knees up to my chest.

JJ shoves my arm and flicks my forehead.

”you’re an idiot” he says with a laugh. “You think it’s about you attracting rafe Cameron? That dude has always had the hots for you. He’s just such a Piece of shit he’s never going to be loyal to one girl. That’s just how he is. It’s not your fault at all he wont commit.”

”how do you even know”

he interrupts me with another cackle.

“Why are you keeping up this bit as if you aren’t obviously sleeping with him.” I whip my head and stare at JJ.

“Oh my god did Kie tell you” he smirks and gives me a sly wink

”She only told me because of what happened on the beach that night. When I got back I needed her to tell me everything I missed, and you know when Kie drinks she’s an open book.”

”damn” I grumble. “You don’t hate me?”

“No, I just feel kinda sorry for you.”

”okay fuck you”

”im just saying. Yu’re a special girl. You deserve more than someone who uses you for his own pleasure. I think when you leave for the main land you’ll get what you deserve”

”what if I think this is what I deserve.”

”we accept the love we think we deserve I guess”

”okay Stephen chbosky, I think its time we head back inside.”

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[seattledayone]

dina and caretaking

i think there’s a lot to be said for the situations we see dina in throughout tlou2 and how they tie into her backstory, as well as any potential guilt she may be carrying with her.

the first time we see her, she’s supervising a group of children. even though she’s not necessarily taking care of them, she’s still taken it upon herself to ensure their happiness and safety, and it seems like something she does often considering how ellie and jesse know exactly where to find her.

every time after that, she’s taking care of ellie (or, later on, jesse). she’s not a pushover by any means, but she allows ellie to take charge and is always there when the other woman comes back to her with cuts and bruises and bucketloads of trauma to sport. even when she starts to suspect she’s pregnant, she doesn’t say anything in favor of letting ellie finish her mission and keeping her the focus of the trip. when ellie returns from killing nora, broken and beaten, dina doesn’t berate her; she immediately takes to getting her comfortable and as patched up as she can.

when jesse arrives, the first thing dina does is help him take care of his wounds, and she makes sure to check in on ellie and stitch her up too. at the farmhouse, she literally says “you think this is easy? for you and for him, i deal with it,” implying that she sets her grief aside in order to take care of the two most important people in her life.

in my opinion, this all ties back to talia.

talia used to be the one to take care of her, alongside their parents back when they moved from place to place. however, once talia fell into grief-stricken depression, it was dina’s “duty” to lead them to a safe place and keep talia alive.

and she failed.

talia still died. she still succumbed to the world around her, though we don’t know how. no matter what dina did, no matter how much or how little she let herself feel, she couldn’t keep her sister alive.

i think she sees a lot of talia in ellie, particularly at the farmhouse. in her eyes, she may have failed with jesse and failed with talia and failed, even, with herself, but she has an opportunity to right those “wrongs.” she has an opportunity to save ellie. maybe she thinks that the reason talia died is because she pushed her too hard to keep going despite her grief, and that’s why she’s so overly lenient with ellie for the longest time.

until she isn’t.

again, this is all just my opinion, but i think that when dina says “im not gonna do this again,” she is not only referencing waiting in anxious anticipation for ellie to return but also finally admitting to herself that she can’t save everyone. she can’t be waiting with open arms for the sick and dying and traumatized to be patched up and coddled until they run off and do something reckless again. she cannot be the healer. finally, she understands that it isn’t her shortcomings that bring about the deaths of those she loves.

even if she doesn’t understand that quite yet, she now has a baby. she can’t afford to put herself or him in a situation like that — or around people like that, purely out of protectiveness over her son and his view of the world.

she’s letting herself and her peace and safety come first, something that, up until now, we haven’t ever seen her do.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Egg Radar (Bonus ending 1) (Eggson x Reader)

something something "say hell yeah and ill write an ending for eggson" and then i got like two hell yeahs instantly quick heads up im writing this at 3am, havent slept yet and im currently unable to- body just refuses ough, also im aching so... hmm... also generally itching to write! so if this is more janky than usual... i apologize! notes: gn toon reader, does not take place at the same time as the main 7mih line due to the whole "main one takes place during christmas + pre game so obviously other holiday toons arent around", eggson doesnt really get the game, no kissing but there is... something sweet even if not explicitly romantic, old man ooough i love old man, pre game, obviously stating that the reader is an adult (otherwise i wouldnt be writing this) BUT eggson is older than the reader word count: 2.1k cws: none

You push your hand in deeper… and all eyes are on you…

Your fingers wrap around something, and you pull out…

Something smooth and round. It almost felt like plastic in your hands- and your fingers caught on something sticking out of the top of the thing. One side was curved, and the other flat. A second later you pulled the thing out into the air and… you still had no idea what it was. It looked like one of those cooking timers, but… not quite. Kitchen timers didn’t have an antenna.. At least the ones you’ve seen Sprout and Cosmo use didn’t have any. The entire thing was curved, too, setting it down and keeping it from toppling over would be a nightmare in the kitchen. 

You had… absolutely no idea what it was meant to be. 

“Uhm-” You hold the item higher into the air to show it off to the toons around you. Even Dandy looked like he was having a hard time trying to figure out who it belonged to… before the owner stepped up- Eggson… probably the last person you would expect to play this game… but to be fair Dandy had only just revealed why he was collecting items.

A part of you wondered if the older toon even knew what the game tended to entail… your jaw remained clamped shut, Dandy’s seemed to do the same as Eggson pushed his glasses up.

“Why… I think that’s mine,” The egg toon’s hand fell from his glasses, the other gripping the top of his cane firmly to keep him steady. Awkwardly you pushed the… whatever device it was… to his now opened hand.

The thought to ask what it was didn’t cross your mind as Dandy straightened his stance. “Well! I suppose that settles who our first two players are!” 

A tenseness laid in his words, but overall he almost sounded… relieved. Like he was glad you hadn’t drawn someone else… even if there was still a pang of disappointment laced in the gaps of his words. 

Eggson muttered something asking for a reward. He… really did not seem to know what the game was meant to be. 

“You’ve both got seven minutes,” Dandy clasped his hands together, before turning his attention to Vee- to act as his timer you had to guess. 

Cocoa’s hand finally fell from your shoulder. Even she looked relieved- knowing Eggson nothing was going to happen aside from having your head talked off with his stories. Not that that was too terribly bad. Your hand found itself to Eggson’s slightly curved back… the fabric of his vest was… soft… almost silky under your fingers. 

“Come on, game’s starting,” You leaned down slightly to where his ear would’ve been if he had any. 

“What’s the game?” He asked, slightly irked that no one was answering his questions as you walked him down the hall to the gift shop. The door to the storage room was already hanging open… and as you stepped in you grabbed one of the plastic chairs left behind in the shop to bring inside for Eggson. 

“Here,” You set it to the side and guided him towards it. You set yourself against the wall to his right- the door shut and doused you both in darkness. 

Eggson wasn’t as frail as he looked, but the sheer amount of dust in the air did force some worry to coil around your throat as the particles lazily floated through the air. 

It didn’t even occur to you that you hadn’t answered his question until he repeated it- understandably a little more forceful and confused. 

“There isn’t much to it, really, it’s, uuh…” You pat your palms against the wall behind you. How could you word it without sounding weird. Or without making it even more awkward? “You kind of just spend some time alone with someone? I mean there isn’t really… a set goal in mind, its ultimately up to the players-”

You weren’t technically lying. 

Eggson let out an unamused huff. 

“You kids these days really have a weird way of having fun. Back in my day, we played games like tags and chase and-”

You allowed him to go on and on… you couldn’t find it in yourself to remind him that he was designed to be older. Just as all the other toons were designed to be fully matured by the time they were put out into Gardenview… with a few exceptions, of course. 

“I suppose red rover would be more fun than standing around in a closet in the dark,” You add in as his grumbling lulled slightly. “..though… I wouldn’t want you to get hurt,” 

Eggson readjusted himself against his cane- still held in his hands as he leaned forward slightly on the chair you had given him. He waved you off. 

“I’m not some tired old bitty who needs to be fretted over- I wouldn’t have become the egg hunting champion if I didn’t take a few risks,” his smile stretched across his face. “I’ve fallen out of my fair share of trees to secure my victories, you know,” 

You force a smile across your face but the idea nearly mortified you. 

“Well… if not for you- we still have some more… fragile toons… Scraps is… papery… and Finn’s made of glass- literally… I’m sure there’s a few more,” You shrugged.

Vee, too, maybe even Brightney… Rodger and Glisten’s glass faces crossed your mind for a moment. “Not worth the risk, you know?”

Eggson hummed softly in response. “You’re a kind toon, taking everyone else into consideration like that,” his hands curled and flexed around the curve of his cane. The elder toon tilted his face to get a better look at you- at least as best as he could in the dark. 

“Say… why did you enter this…” his smile faltered slightly, as if the current round was painful to call a game, “...activity…” 

His face untensed. 

The corner of your mouth curled downwards in a faint grimace to match his own temporary one. 

You knew why he entered- he was roped into it by Dandy by adding his item into the basket. Though… he could have backed out of the game- even if he didn’t fully understand it. 

You, on the other hand…

The shrug of your shoulders did nothing to satisfy Eggson’s curiosity.

“I guess I didn’t really think much of it? I mean-” You cut yourself off and regather yourself. 

But… perhaps it was his kindness… your clear discomfort was picked up by Eggson.

“Oh… you don’t need to feel pushed into giving an answer if you don’t have one,” his smile was earnest as his hand pulled itself towards you and lightly rested itself on your upper arm. The gesture was small, but it did wonders in soothing your current state. 

“It’s not like I was really looking for someone specifically to pull- not that I’m not happy to have you with me, of course,” You continue on. A glance is stolen from the corner of your eye, resting on his gentle features. A small part of you wondered if he would have been given the same grace and openness if he were drawn by someone else. The implications of the game tended to lead to similar outcomes- regardless of how far they went. Would someone have been a little less patient or understanding if they had pulled someone who clearly didn’t know what was going on? 

His fingers trail a faint circle against your skin and you're brought back to the storage room. The dust stings your eyes, and the air felt nearly suffocating- your throat itched. Bad. 

“This game isn’t just about sitting around doing nothing, is it?” 

Eggson’s hand pulled itself away from you and settles with the other. A soft but faint groan rolls in your throat and your teeth clicked. 

It didn’t how much you tried to dance around the topic, your words had betrayed you and gave the egg a little more context than you were intending. 

As hyper focused as he was on “the old times” and the (egg) hunt, he was far more observant and in the moment than one might think. 

Your feet suddenly looked really interesting, the way it pushed the dust and left streaks in it more captivating than the faint glint from his glasses- just barely catching the sliver of light creeping in through the bottom of the door. 

“It… can be, but not always,” You drag the toe of your foot to draw a line in the dust. “Though… at least from what I’ve heard- I’ve… actually never been drawn before, if I’m being honest- the only reason I’m in here I guess is because Dandy made me draw-” 

Your words die, and you take a moment to recollect yourself. It shouldn’t be this awkward to explain this. Sure, Eggson wasn’t cruel but he did have a tendency to judge things he didn’t fully understand- and you had a feeling he wouldn’t fully get this. 

“A lot of people actually use this as a means to get closer-”

Again, not an entire lie. Wrapped in innocence, and it could be taken in any way. 

“Ah, like lovebirds,”

And he saw right through it. 

Your teeth clench against one another… you hadn’t meant to hesitate but it was enough confirmation for him. Both of your eyes fixed themselves intensely to your feet. 

A few seconds passed, and just as you were expecting Eggson to go into one of his rambles about not understanding the younger generation… he… laughed.

Not at you- he covered it under his breath.

“I suppose you younger toons aren’t much different than us older folk,” Eggson readjusted his glasses. “Well…” he shifted around in the plastic chair- and fully turned his head to look at your wilted and mortified form. 

“...even if I am not who you’d choose, I think you’re lovely,” 

Your hands shift awkwardly against the wall behind you once more. 

“Even more- you’re thoughtful, and kind. I may not fully understand this game… and truth be told I don’t think it’s my cup of tea, but as long as you have fun with it… who am I to judge?”

Another shift and he turned himself to fully face you from his chair- back no longer supported. His cane clacked gently against the wooden floor. “And I’m glad I have such a dear as my first,” 

Another hum pulled from your chest. 

“And I mean that,” 

The tips of your feet press against one another. “I know you do- you don’t usually just say things to say them,” 

Eggson chuckled again softly… and as he calmed, someone knocked on the other side of the door. 

“Time’s up you two, time to come on out!” 

It was Dandy… at least he gave you both the grace to open the door yourselves. 

“Time really flew by, huh?” Eggson readjusted his glasses and a second later rose to his feet. He mutters a soft thanks as you help him rise- and… he offers you his free hand. 

…and you take it without giving it much of a second thought.

“I’d offer you my entire arm, but… oh, I’m afraid it’s a little difficult to walk like that with my cane,” He apologized.

“No, no this is just fine,” Your hold squeezed around his hand before relaxing… you’re the one to open the door to greet Dandy on the other side- who’s eyes instantly fly down to the shared hold between you and the older toon. 

“Ah,” 

That was all. Whatever tenseness in the single noise wasn’t questioned by you- but it did earn a raised brow from Eggson. 

“Come on, I’m sure you want to go back to… what were you looking for earlier, exactly…? I saw you wandering around the lobby earlier…” You ask under your breath as the two of you walk together down the hall.

“Oh, I was trying to see if I could find any eggs early- you know, they’re hosting the egg hunt tomorrow,” he grinned up at you. You purse your lips slightly. 

“I think they’re putting the eggs out tomorrow morning- right before opening-” 

“Well, it never hurts to scope out some hiding spots!” he snickered. “You should do the same, you might just be able to best me this time,” 

You only shake your head slightly, but you couldn’t fight the smile curling at the edges of your mouth…

…and the sight seemed to satisfy him. He brightened just a little more- a new found pep in his step as he began to rattle on about some of his egg finding strategies. 

….You… had a feeling he almost let slip what his item was before quickly redirecting.

[drvirgus]

Memories

Idol! Haerin X Idol! Reader X Idol! Wonyoung

Description: What occurs when the biggest player has to do a variety show with her ex, who dislikes Y/n because she thinks that Reader Cheated, and the person who has taken an interest in Y/n? Will old feelings rekindle, or will new ones develop?

Warnings: Mention of Cheating; Strong Language; Kinda toxic Reader?; Insults;

Chapter: im wrong? (Fully-Written)

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"Out of the way."

Annoyed, Y/n looked up as she heard the all-too-familiar voice. Wonyoung, who had been talking non-stop, immediately stopped. She was holding the small plastic hammer they had used in today's episode. Y/n's eyes narrowed as she looked at her ex-girlfriend.

Her clothes were completely soaked because Haerin had won the game by a landslide, managing to throw water in Y/n's face every time. Haerin simply stared down at the older girl. "Out of the way," she repeated. Y/n hesitated and glanced around. There was plenty of room for Haerin to pass by without any issues.

"H-Hey. No stress, okay? I know you hate each other, but can you at least get along on set?" Wonyoung asked nervously, fiddling with the plastic hammer. Unfortunately, her plea fell on deaf ears as neither of the two women paid any attention to what she was saying.

"So desperate to talk to me?" Y/n asked confidently as she stood up from the floor, a grin spreading across her face as she stared at her ex-girlfriend.

Haerin scoffed, visibly irritated. "Who's desperate? Me?" she asked, her hands briefly balling into fists, her jaw tense. "Who's the one desperately seeking love in strangers' beds?" Haerin sneered, one of her eyebrows arching upwards.

Y/n's eyebrows shot up in shock as she turned to Wonyoung. "You told her?" the Itzy member asked, her eyes wide as she looked at the Ive member. Wonyoung's hands flew up in a panic as she shook her head wildly. Neither of them noticed Haerin's intense gaze.

Haerin's jaw tightened as she nodded slightly, her eyes fixed on the ground. "You're unbelievable," she muttered quietly, then walked past the two idols without another word.

As Haerin walked away, she couldn't help but notice the way Wonyoung's eyes lingered on Y/n. It wasn't just friendly concern; there was something more there. Jealousy twisted in her stomach as she realized Wonyoung was flirting with Y/n. Wonyoung, with her bright smile and easy charm, was clearly trying to get closer to Y/n, and it was working.

Y/n, for her part, was torn. She still harbored deep feelings for Haerin, despite the bitterness and the pain. But Wonyoung's attention was a welcome distraction. There was something undeniably attractive about the Ive member's straightforward interest. Y/n found herself drawn to Wonyoung's enthusiasm and warmth, even as her heart ached for Haerin.

Later, during a break in filming, Wonyoung took the opportunity to sit next to Y/n. "Hey," she said, her tone light and friendly. "You did great today. Even with all the water," she added with a laugh, her eyes sparkling.

Y/n chuckled, feeling a flutter in her chest. "Thanks. You weren't too bad yourself," she replied, her smile genuine.

Wonyoung leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "Maybe we could grab a coffee after this? Just the two of us?"

Before Y/n could respond, Haerin walked by, her expression hardening as she saw the two of them together. The sight of Wonyoung leaning in close to Y/n, her intention clear, made Haerin's blood boil. She clenched her fists, struggling to keep her composure.

Y/n noticed Haerin's reaction out of the corner of her eye, a small part of her feeling satisfaction at the jealousy she saw there. But she pushed those feelings aside, focusing on Wonyoung. "I'd like that," she said, her voice soft.

Wonyoung beamed, her excitement evident. "Great! It's a date, then."

As Wonyoung got up to get a drink, Y/n's gaze followed her briefly before turning to see Haerin watching them from a distance. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air between them was thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

Haerin turned away first, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger and something she didn't want to admit was jealousy. She still loved Y/n, but seeing her with Wonyoung was a stark reminder of everything that had gone wrong between them.

Y/n watched Haerin walk away, her heart aching. Despite the attraction she felt towards Wonyoung, her feelings for Haerin were still there, raw and powerful. She sighed, knowing that no matter how things progressed with Wonyoung, the shadow of her past with Haerin would always be there, lingering just beneath the surface.

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Since the moment Wonyoung found out that Y/n and Haerin used to be a couple, she made it her mission to ask Haerin for permission. She knew it was silly, but she didn't want to take anything away from anyone. Even if Haerin still had feelings for her ex-girlfriend, Wonyoung would prefer a fair fight.

The Ive idol took a deep breath as the cameras stopped rolling and the staff began slowly but surely clearing the set. Y/n quickly disappeared into the bathroom, but not without letting Wonyoung know first. Wonyoung saw this as the perfect moment to ask Haerin.

"Can we talk?"

Haerin looked up from her bag and saw the much taller woman standing before her. The NewJeans member sighed as she straightened up.

"Of course."

Wonyoung laughed nervously, running her hands through her long hair several times. Her eyes flicked to the door Y/n had gone through to get to the bathroom before focusing back on Haerin. A nervous laugh escaped her throat as she felt her cheeks flush visibly.

"So... uh... I just wanted to say that I like Y/n," she began, the taller of the two blushing as she laughed awkwardly. "I know you think she cheated on you, but—"

"She did cheat on me."

Startled by the interruption, she stared at the younger woman in front of her for a few seconds.

Wonyoung's surprise was evident in her wide-eyed stare. She hadn't expected such a blunt response from Haerin. Clearing her throat, she tried to regain her composure.

"But... are you sure about that?" Wonyoung asked tentatively, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Haerin's expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pain crossed her features. "I heard things. Saw things. I know she cheated."

Wonyoung's brows furrowed with concern. "I understand that you're hurt, Haerin, but sometimes things aren't as they seem. Have you ever talked to Y/n about this?"

Haerin shook her head firmly. "I don't need to. I know what I saw."

Wonyoung took a step closer, her eyes filled with empathy. "I get it. But maybe it wouldn't hurt to hear her side of the story. You never know, there might be a misunderstanding."

Haerin's gaze softened slightly, but she remained guarded. "I appreciate your concern, Wonyoung, but this is between me and Y/n. It's not something you need to worry about."

Wonyoung nodded understandingly, though a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes. "I understand. Just know that I'm here if you ever need someone to talk to."

With that, Wonyoung gave Haerin a small smile before excusing herself and leaving the room. Haerin watched her go, feeling a twinge of guilt for shutting her down so abruptly. But her pride and hurt still held sway over her, making it difficult to consider any other perspective than her own.

Alone in the room, Haerin's thoughts drifted back to Y/n. Despite her certainty about Y/n's betrayal, there was a small voice in the back of her mind urging her to reconsider. Maybe Wonyoung was right. Maybe she should at least hear Y/n out before making any final judgments.

But for now, Haerin pushed those thoughts aside, burying them beneath layers of hurt and resentment. She wasn't ready to confront the possibility that she might have been wrong all along. Not yet, at least.

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Daughter of the Sea: Chapter 5

Masterlist Here, Header Masterlist Here

Word Count: 3,500+

Synopsis: The news you received made a ripple turn into a tidal wave, the information shaking you to your core and shatter not only your own heart, but the heart of your niece and her crew. The man you love pleads for you to process this information in another way, and you truly want to, but your duty causes you to place a hard barrier back up to fortify your heart.

Themes: Unrequited requited love, slow burn, long fic, long distance relationship, friends to lovers, found family dynamics, love over time, (smut, mdni 18+, NSFW - chapters will be marked accordingly), love-making, angst, hurt, gendered terms used, swearing, adult language. 

Notes: Benn Beckman x f!reader, platonic!Mihawk x f!reader, platonic!Shanks x f!reader, slight mention of MiShanks ship, Beginning: Shanks is 19, Mihawk is 23, Beckman is 30, f!reader is 22, Uta is 2 months old for the sake of the plot (canonically she's 2 years old). The f!reader is suggested to be native to Kuraigana with her mannerisms and language.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @i-am-vita @since-im-already-here @mfreedomstuff @gingernut1314 @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @indydonuts

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Approaching the land, you heard the soft music of Uta's songs spill from her voice and smelled the bready pancakes fried in sizzling butter. Immediately, your heart panged with a guilt unlike anything you had ever felt. Wanting nothing more than to join in on the merriment and remain blissfully ignorant, you kept your hood up and darted into the bar unseen. 

No sound was emitted from you that you did not intend, your skills throughout the ages not going unpracticed. As Shanks moved away from the main bunch, you tugged at his left sleeve, prompting his eyes to meet yours. You gestured with your index finger to your covered lips for him to remain silent, his face immediately growing cold at your attire. He gave you a curt nod, steely eyes holding to your own with absolute seriousness.

Leading him away from his crew and out of sight behind the bar, you stood upright and informed him of exactly what was relayed to you. 

“Mihawk has been promoted to one of the seven warlords of the sea, his orders now being given by the World Government,” your voice remaining hardened and emotionless, “His bounty is canceled, as has mine been by association.” Shanks’ surprise and horror wrote itself on his face, his expressive hazelnut eyes welling in rage. 

“What does that mean?” Although his words had all the elements to depict a question, there was no ask within. He knew what it meant, just as you came to terms with it moments prior. 

“It means, for now,” you felt the danger rise between you, “You, your crew, and all those associated with you,” you darted your eyes between his, “Are not only Mihawk’s, but are my enemy.” He clicked his tongue, immediately stepping forward and reaching for you, prompting you to step aside to dodge his embrace. 

“You're going to let him tell you how to lead your life?” he spat his question, looking at you with brutal animosity, “Going to let the World Government house-break you, to force you to serve them like a dog begging for a scrap at their master’s table?” He attempted to reach for you again, you stepping back to avoid him. 

“Please don't, Captain,” you attempted to keep your tone steady, the small wobble in your voice giving you away. “I-It’s hard enough as it is to come to terms with. You think I want this?” Shanks attempted one last time to grasp you, his two hands immediately finding your biceps and tugging you into a warm embrace. 

The tears finally fell as you buried your head into his shoulder. You circled your arms up his back, physically shaking through your silent sobs. He held you, placing his chin atop your head and biting back his own emotions. 

“How long until I can make contact with you or Mihawk?” he whispered, his hand smoothing your hood over your shoulders. 

“Two years for a single call,” you whispered between soft cries, prompting Shanks to raise his right hand to cup over his lips. He was wracked with grief, already mourning for his friendship with Mihawk and grieving the relationship he had developed with you over the years. 

“Letters would be out of the question until three to four years have passed?” he choked out, gripping you tighter as he felt you begin to fall apart in his arms. You admitted his rationale with a soft nod against him. 

“When will we see you again?” Shanks’ voice was barely above a whisper, his tears now spilling over his lash line and down his cheeks. You solidified your fate with two condemning words. 

“Five years.” 

Holding each other for a moment longer, both of your bodies remained eclipsed by shadow and your presence not missed from within the bar. After a moment, his kindness poured from his lips with a soft question. 

“Would you join me and my crew if I asked you to?” he tilted your face up with his index finger, “Serve aboard the Red-Force, live with Uta and be with her always. Use your skills as a spymistress to keep her safe, use them to make contact with Mihawk. Be with Beckman-.”

“-I can't, Shanks,” you whispered, the quiver of your mouth shielded beneath the shroud of the covering, “I owe Mihawk my life. I only live and breathe now because of him, and I refuse to leave him to bear this new burden alone.” Shanks' fury ignited, feeling the wound fester and bubble within him as he slowly released you. 

“You're not even going to say goodbye to them, are you?” he accused you, his anger feeling tangible as he bore his unrelenting stare against you, “You're going to slink and cower away like the viper you used to be, the snake I knew you to be all those years ago. Not even going to reassure the crew you don't hate them-.”

“-This was a mistake,” you whispered to yourself, backing away from him and shifting out from the shadows and into the light, “I never should've been persuaded to come here.” Shanks' stalking approach had you raise your arms in defense. Yassop straightened his back, immediately clocking your shrouded figure and whistling to get Roux's attention. 

“Get out of here, snake,” Shanks barked at you, his unblinking gaze having panic written itself over you, “Slither back into the beak of the hawk. Live in his talons, enjoy your wines in the gloomy prick’s castle in silence. Have no joy within the walls, and enjoy a life eclipsed by shadow.” Instead of backing away further, you stood firm in place. Your hands extended out in defensive combat, your eyes narrowing. 

“I am no mere animal you can bark at to intimidate, Red-Hair,” you snarled, a deep frown warning him to not to engage you further, “I have my orders, and you know where my loyalty lies. If this is where you strike me down, so be it.” Instead of taunting you further, his booming, commanding voice cut over the lively chatter within the bar. 

“Dracule Mihawk, lord of Kuraigana and World's Greatest Swordsman has been promoted to a mighty warlord of the sea, boys,” he barked to his men, voice dripping with hate and venom, “And his spymistress has decided to join him on this next plight as the whispering word of the World Government.”

Your panic shot up your spine, freezing you in place as you felt several eyes draw over your form. A soft cry of your name shattered your heart, Uta's voice quivering over every syllable of it. There was no more ‘Pretty Aunty,’ there was simply your name. The name felt foreign on her tongue, as did her absolute sorrow. 

“So, drink up to the promotion, boys,” Shanks continued his taunt, his humorless voice stabbing you in the heart with each subtle jab, “We have two new enemies in our midst: Dracule Mihawk, uncle to Uta, and my f-former-...” Shanks couldn't finish his sentence, his heart shattering at the memories he shared with his rival turned friend. 

Movement was temporarily gone from your mind, your body frozen in your defensive stance as you watched the Red-Hair Shanks fall apart in front of you. You wanted to lunge forward, to comfort your friend and to reassure him that both you and Mihawk still love him: want to see him thrive and grow, but your guard refused to lower. A soft and steady drawl called over to you, your name first shattering before his question tumbled from his lips. You were frozen, your eyes snapping over to meet the source of a soft question. 

“It’s true, Darlin’?” 

It would've been so much simpler to just leave, to flee the bar and not face the two sets of eyes you could barely stand the thought of meeting with. You were adamant to all who knew you that you were not a coward, not one to turn away when things got rough and you allowed your actions to speak for themselves. 

As soon as you drew your eyes up to his steely orbs, you were lost within their depths. His face had a soft tuft of flour smudged atop his chin, his hand holding a spatula for Uta's pancakes. You could feel everything in his eyes, watching as the windows revealing his heart to you began to eclipse with the hardened curtains of steely betrayal. 

“I have no choice,” you whispered to him, “I live in Kuraigana, I serve Mihawk as his-.”

“-Take that fuckin’ mask off and face me properly,” his bark stung deeper than Shanks’, Uta now clutching at him and soothing over his shoulders as he slouched on the ground. 

You closed your eyes, inhaling a deep breath through your nose before removing your mask by hooking your middle finger beneath it. Stalking lowly towards him, eyes refusing to depart from him for a moment. The image of him like this was branded in your memory, the former night and morning spent within each other's arms faded away with each soft step. 

“And your hood,” Beckman halted your slow approach, prompting your hand to raise to your hair and tug back the hood from concealing your hair. Again, you walked over to him, halting when he barked once more at you. 

“Your uniform,” he uttered in a low and bitter drawl, “Take off that thieving robe, and let me see you properly.” You immediately scoffed at him, untying the bands and loosening it from your body, revealing your torso adorned in a soft, dark bandeau. Marks of the prior night of shared love littered your body. The Red-Hair crew all witnessed the indents, welts and swollen kisses over your torso and shoulders, Beckman’s pride soaring in his chest as the cause for such unbridled expression of love. 

“Anything else, sir?” your low growl taunted him, chin firmly in the air as you looked down your nose at him. He raked his eyes over each mark, memories of the actions that caused them momentarily flooding his mind before his eyes met with yours. His gaze was hard and unmoving, unreadable and unexpressive, and it frightened you. 

“Aye, actually,” he handed the cooking supplies over to Roux at his side, “There's so much else that needs to be said, questions that I have that I know will lead to nothin' but heartache.” He stepped towards you, his shoulders squared as he looked down at your shorter form. 

“But I'll settle for this first,” he leant down, his arms immediately hooking over your shoulders and drawing you into his body. Lips locking with yours, you felt his sorrow stab at you like one of the blades tucked at your calves. You tried to hold back, tried to not give in to feeling the way you wanted to, but his lips coaxed every truth you could muster with his lips gently collecting yours beneath it. The shards guarding your heart melted away, all within the arms of the man you loved.

Raking your arms over his torso, your guard completely fell away. All of your prior, pent up guilt and sorrow pushed into him by meeting his passion and pressing more of yourself into him. His fingertips raked through your hair, his mouth humming against yours as you anchored yourself against him further. 

A soft shriek of joy prompted you to break away from the kiss, both of you snapping over to meet with Uta’s gleeful applause. Shanks sighed, cocking his head to the side as he watched you both lovingly continue to hold each other while Beckman glared at him. Uta rushed over to you, slotting herself between you both and circling her arms around you. 

“Okay, Pretty Aunty,” she suddenly uttered, prompting your voice to catch in your throat, “Can we please be enemies after breakfast? And can breakfast be extra slow?”

The desire to both laugh and cry overtook you at once, immediately slinking to your knees and out of Beckman's embrace to collect her in your arms. Uta mimicked your emotion, her tears spilling freely as she laughed with you. 

“I'm so sorry, gorgeous girl,” you whisper, pressing your lips against her cheek and giving her several soft pecks against her face, “I can’t. If the marines get wind of it, they’ll report it to Uncle Hawk and he’ll likely get punished for it. I can’t do that to him.”

“Not even gonna stay for a cup of coffee before you go?” Beckman jokes with you, his sorrowful voice holding a scrap of hope that you'll cave and remain behind with him. You gripped Uta tighter, ensuring she felt how hard this was for you to break from her. She clutched at your shoulders, her arms wringing around your neck and holding you close. You chose to ignore Beckman’s question, physically unable to answer him without breaking down further. 

“How long until we see each other again?” Uta whispered between soft sobs. You cradled her head, placing it against your shoulder as you did the first time you held her in your arms. Feeling your heart shatter as soon as the comparison was made, you whispered into her hair. 

“It will be five years until I can hold you like this, my princess,” you stuttered, “My beautiful, gorgeous girl,” you released her from your arms and gazed into her pooling eyes, “Daughter of the sea, with the sweet song of a siren.” She sniffled, her lip quivering and clenching her teeth against the flesh to halt her cry. 

“I promise I will watch over you,” you whispered after taking a moment to collect your thoughts, “While I may not be able to be with you like this in some time, I will always see you have your needs met in one way or another.” Just as you moved to pull away from the embrace, a warm hand cupped over your shoulder. 

“I’ll walk you to your ship,” Beckman’s stoic voice caused your spine to tingle and your heart to beat faster. You rose from your low bow after holding Uta for one final time. As she slipped from your arms, she immediately ran to Shanks. He cradled her, refusing to look at you as he shepherded his daughter towards the bar.

Elevating your body to your feet, you gripped your discarded clothes and slung them over your forearm. Refusing to turn back to face the Red-Hair pirates, or to acknowledge the man at your side, you began to make your way back to the docks. 

As your foot drew up to meet the plank of your ship, you were immediately halted by a strong arm slinking around your waist and drawing you back into his chest. Turning immediately in his arms, you hung your head low and balled his shirt within your clenched fists. 

“Oh, Darlin’,” his lips found the crown of your head, whispering softly against your hair, “You're truly gonna leave, just like that?” You sniffled, choosing not to say anything to him as he continued to prod at you, “Nothin' I can do or say to make you stay with me?” 

“Could I say anything to have you leave Shanks and join me in Kuraigana?” you shot back, looking up at him with your eyes narrowed and accusatory, “Could I have you give up piracy and work for the World Government with Mihawk to be with me?” 

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head and sighing mournfully. He pressed his forehead against your own, raising his palm to collect your cheek within it. 

“I thought as much,” you smiled at him, your eyes softening as you gazed into his, “Just as I couldn't ask you to remain faithful to me in any other way. You deserve happiness and love, Beckman. If you find it with another-.”

“-Stop it,” he hushed you, pressing his lips against your forehead before gazing back down into your eyes, “I've only ever had your name written on my heart, and it will only ever belong to you.” Time stood still, both of your hearts yearning to remain beating as one. 

“I've wanted you in my arms for five long years, Darlin’,” he continued, his resolve almost breaking as he softly whispered his vow-like promise, “What's five more to someone like me?” 

“You know where to find me,” you whispered, hovering your lips over his as you stepped up onto your toes. Your breath was quaking, your hands shaking and your heart fluttering so hard you felt sick. 

“Keep a weather-eye on the horizon,” he uttered before his lips collided with yours. His right hand cradled your face, his left arm holding you firmly against him as you hooked your arms beneath his shoulders and held him firmly against you. 

His lips molded against yours, his feet ushering you up the panel to board your boat. Moving his left hand down to collect your hands, he moved them around his neck as he hoisted you into the air to carry you aboard. Kisses never ending, he wrapped your legs around his hips and caged your body against the topmost post in the center of your small ship. His hips stapled yours against the wooden post as his lips roamed over your face. 

“Beckman, I have to go,” you moaned, Beckman's lips trailing over your neck and towards your collarbone, “I have to go, now.”

“One more,” he uttered desperately, his lips finding yours and expertly chipping away at your intentions with each slow, intentional kiss. Your hand found his cheek, swiping at the flour he had spattered on his face from making Uta her pancakes, and you smiled against him. 

“Five years,” he murmured against your mouth, “Five years of waiting for you to admit you loved me, and five more until I get to have you again.” He playfully bit your bottom lip, nipping at the slightly bruised flesh. 

“Five years,” you confirmed with him, leaning forward in his arms to place a gentle bite against his jaw, “Unless we just so happen to be in the same area at the same time.” His body froze, his heart swelling at the notion. 

“We could accidentally run into one another,” his excitement gathered in the pit of his stomach, “There’s a few vineyards that Mihawk might need some samples from, and we could always do with more barrels to travel with.”

“Elegia is a beautiful country for music and poetry,” you informed him, trailing several kisses down his throat and nipping at the prior marks, “Uta would do well there with her vocal practice, and Mihawk always needs more romantic smut-novels to keep him entertained.”

“Oh, Darlin’,” Beckman found your lips by coaxing you up with his chin, “If you could use your talents to whisper a word to get to me,” he hummed against your lips, his longing already tangible in his motions, “I'll be waitin’.”

“We'll wait for the hurt and the heat to die down,” you whined against him as his hands hooked over your thighs and pressed more of himself into you, “Then we'll see how much I can get away with.”

“Don't do anything reckless,” he warned you, breaking his lips away to gaze into your eyes, “For now, keep your guard up and I'll do the same for the sake of Uta, my captain, and my crew.”

He placed you back onto the ground, immediately turning to aid you in readying your ship. As the last of the ropes withdrew, you shrugged your uniform back over your shoulders, leaving the front wide open to showcase Beckman's marks to him. Smiling, he jumped over the railing and began unweaving the ropes on the dock. 

“Whatever happens next, please know that my heart is with you,” you confessed to him, tugging up the wooden plank and tying it off at the side. “Enjoy your life, enjoy raising Uta, and enjoy wooing a variety of women-.”

“-Why would I want other women when I have you waitin’ for me?” Beckman scoffed, shaking his head, “You're worth enduring the lonely suffering of a man in love at sea.” You laughed at him, reaching forward and taking his hand in yours as your ship began to carry you to sea. 

“Then I will make your endurance well worth it the next time we meet,” you smiled at him, causing his heart to swoon for you as your grip slipped through his fingertips. He attempted to reach for you once more, but the distance was far too wide for him to meet his hand with your own. 

“I love you, Darlin',” he called to you, “No amount of years’ll change that.”

“And I love you,” you called in return. You saved your tears for the moment Goa kingdom was out of sight. 

The image of Shanks, Uta and Beckman was branded forever in your memory, prompting your breakdown to propel longer. Each item aboard your ship that was from the crew and your niece, you locked in a chest away with the entirety of your heart. 

There it would remain until the time came where you could expose your love to the light once more.

[liamket]

FINALLY THE ANALYSIS POST I SWEAR I DIDN'T FORGET AGAIN!!!!!

ohhh i have so many thoughs my brain is fully working (not really but !!! love these boys)

Alr will divide this between Central Room pt.2 and pt.3 so. yeah.

Central room pt.2

first off:

I've checked the past updates, i dont know exactly if they say it explicitly or i just missed where they do so, but i want to talk about how Wild and Four have different ideas about this:

Four is worried about Twilight, the man just came out of a lethal situation, and still keeps pushing himself up without letting his body rest more than necessary. Yes he might have regained most of his strength, but what if there was something still wrong?

Wild on the other hand is happy that his brother is back, that he is still able to come out of a dangerous situation and walk. Maybe Twilight had told him some stories of his adventure, telling him how he recovered from near-death situations. This is just another one of these that will become another story, and will not be the last. Wild trust him to keep going, to keep fighting, this divine beast will not fall so easily and he knows it

I also wanted to talk a little about this one, Four is still unhappy about Twi using dark magic, he hasn't directly adressed him about this, but maybe he's planning of doing so in the future. Also the small mention of the colors and how Wild is the only one who knows his ability, love his expression truly one of the toon links

BEFORE I FORGET! "I know how divided one can get—I've seen it" there's a high chance that he's talking about Vaati, a minish that ended up transforming into a dangerous monster, nothing left of who he was before and being seen as two completely different entities

Again, Wild trusts that Twilight will keep going, will grow old and somehow get to his era, and also has a big respect of his strength. He doesn't like seeing the others threating the rancher like a cracked glass, he is still fully able to contain the water and not fall in a million pieces

Wind in the past was the one who fell victim of the chain worrying about him, including Wild. He learned from their sailor, he recognizes when someone is being overprotective beacuse he himself has done it. Wind is fully capable of dealing with a fight, so is Twilight

I'm sorry i even translated this to spanish to see if i could understand it better but im still so confused. Time what. I love when he talks in a cryptic way but man i am doing an analysis you are not helping with my case. Love that Wild and Four look as confused as i am right now, glad to see that they didn't get it either

Four had already suggested the option of splitting into groups in the past, maybe Time decided to decline at the moment because he believed that it was best to stay all together. Warriors is a captain, he had commanded hundreds of soldiers into the battlefield, even if he had zero dungeon experience he knows how to dealt with groups, and he's going to the technical side here (also love these pannels so much glad to see how the fandom decided to make this its new fav meme format jksdfjsdk)

Warriors believes that it's better to put first the opportunity to search for the shadow in groups to cover more terrain than defense, also that he doubts that a group would be able to maneuver with the limited space, this being proved with the Skulltula from past updates. But Time believes otherwise, putting first the safety of the group and that while they're together they will protect each other more easily

He shares the worry that Time has for Twilight, he wants to make sure that his friend is safe too, but he also searches for the tactical and what is best for their mission

Now that we know the groups from the latest update, these pannels do even more sense

Time knows how strong Sky is, he's their best swordman, and on top of that he carries the only thing aside from Twilight that really terrifies the shadow: the Master Storm. While Twi is with him, he will be safe

Dink is still weakened, they have the opportunity to attack it while it doesn't have its full strength. Twilight recognizes that he had a really good recovering, for a normal hylian it would have been really hard to gain their full strength in the same time that Twi did, but he's not normal hylian, together with Hyrule's magic. In less words, he got to be luckier than Dink

if i had a nickel every time that Hyrule was as fast and did the exact thing as someone else i would have two nickels, which isn't much but its curious that it has happened already twice. hmm.

just wanted to point at these designs, beautiful i love items redesigns

the sillies i love them, im sorry leg and rulie but no more magic boomerang privileges for you two, also love how Four slaps his knee, hell yeah he definitely is a knee slapper while laughing

HIS BUDDY!!! still losing it over how Hyrule calls Wild his buddy, theyre buddies your honor

also love how they seem to ressort on Wild when it comes to climbing, he's like a gecko for them. Although he's not a gecko and can't go exactly for your magic boomerang, sorry rulie

Alr finally finished with this one now with the second part

Central room pt.3

Its really short and i really hope that i haven't hit the img limit yet lol

we start with: Legend and Hyrule still looking mad at them losing their magic boomerangs, no deep thoughs abt it i haven't seen anyone point this pannel out and i find it really funny kdfjsk

Wars seemed ready to go next to Twilight, really expecting Time to put them together. I remember someone pointing out how Warriors was starting to get hit with the stress and emotions from when Twilight was about to die (i think it was @/crazylittlejester who talked about this) so cmon captain accept that you care for your brother as much as everyone else

I love Sky's reaction, hell yeah man best reaction ever 👍

jokes aside Warriors was obviously going to be next to Twilight, that's why he looks a little surprised with this decision from Time, and maybe that's also why he's directly looking at the rancher

I love how Legend seems nervous, yes Time recognizes his experience and abilities but also reminds him that he needs to take this seriously. Also he's being hit with The Stare™, love it

We don't know what else these both talked, but before jumping into any conclusion i'll go with the technical explanation

Having two leaders in one same group will give some problems, mostly with letting one group in desadvantage. See it like this: Legend and Hyrule have really good experience and are capable of dealing with the dungeon by themselves, Sky and Twilight too, leaving Wind, Four, Wild, Time and Warriors. They can't go with Wind, Four and Wild being one of the teams, Wind and Four are experienced, they would teach Wild how to do things, but none of them has qualities to guide them, maybe a little Four, but lets remember how chaotic are his games in teamwork. With Time going with them they can organize themselves so much better, and even if Wars doesn't know anything about dungeons, he knows how to do things using teamwork. Also i want to remind you all that Wild does know a little about dungeons, sure not the traditional ones but all the shrine puzzles has to count for something right? So he at least has the basics, i see so much Wild slander and i cant let you all forget that my boy is also puzzle smart!... in his own way

Also i love the detail that in reality all the teams are designed to be with their game's/first game's release dates order, Jojo thats amazing attention to detail

Wind i love you so much yes he's older sibling energy but also youngest sibling energy at the same time and thats wonderful

Not much to comment here, all the things that i wanted to say i already said them sooo

Only thing: Wild and Wars still haven't talked about when he didn't listen to him while fighting Dink

also WWW trio yessss

love the toon links theyre an underated duo

Wind and Time are also a duo that i love seeing, he's really soft on the kid good thing that he doesn't play favorites /j

no fav pannels today cuz i am this close >< to hit img limit lol but yeah art as always very tasty the dungeon design is still something that im really impressed

as always credits towards @linkeduniverse, i really wanted to talk about this update!

first started like a whole essay and ended up more just commenting skjfdkj but yeah i enjoyed this very much

[jqmalikhsgib]

quest

nine

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the clock was definitely mocking you. waiting patiently for aaron to arrived while you sat across from the woman that was about to listen to you about your marriage, divorce, family, and more.

she just smiles at you. soon enough you sigh in relief when aaron walks into the room.

he clears his throat as he sits right beside you. “sorry im late.”

“that’s okay. shall we get started?”

aaron hums. “what brings you two in today?

the two of you look at one another. aaron was the first one to speak. telling the doctor your story. it made you uneasy when she just nods and writes down the information.

“how does that make you feel mister hotchner? finding out you have three other children that you didn’t know about?”

“in the beginning i was livid. knowing that she took two years away from knowing my children, our children! it made me angry. but i realized i was just angry at myself. i did this to us. i ruined that relationship.”

“how do you feel yn?”

“i feel guilty. maybe if i just—maybe if i just stayed and listen to reason none of this would have happened. i blame everything that happened in the last two years on myself. maybe then he wouldn’t have died.”

your biological father. aaron didn’t know you felt this way. you took all that blame. all that heartbreak that should have fallen on your dad. it wasn’t your fault. he needed you to know that this wasn’t your fault.

“darling, this isn’t your fault. none of this is on you. im sorry if i have ever made you feel like this was on you.”

“but you haven’t.”

“but i have though. ive been so short with you since you’ve been home. im not use to talking about how i feel.”

“why is that aaron?”

aaron turns to look at the doctor. he sighs. rubbing his hands onto his face.

“i would say it’s my job. that with what i do we always have to stay alert and keep how we personally feel aside. that may be the case but i think it’s deeper than that.”

“what do you mean?”

“growing up, my father, he wasn’t exactly a nice man. he would come home after working a case and he’d shut us down. verbally abusing us until we felt small and weak. he would call us that too if i recall. my mother was never really around. she didn’t really want children. my father was a traditional man though. marriage, kids, you name it. the physical abuse didn’t happen until he was sick. cancer. my mom would come back home just to take care of him. i assumed he felt emasculated. having his wife take care of him because he was getting weak by the day. so he took his anger out on sean and i. i took the most of it. not wanting my brother to suffer like that. if i showed any sighs of weakness while he hit me it’ll just make him angrier and hit harder. over time i became emotionless to his rage. that angered him even more. over time he—he was too weak to hurt a fly. my mother continued to take care of him while i took care of my brother. eventually my father died. we didn’t even have a proper funeral. just buried him next to my grandfather who beat him before because despite everything, that’s what he wanted. he still loved him. and in a way, i still loved my father. he was still my dad despite everything. but i showed no emotions. it’s not what he would have wanted. my brother on the other hand cried.”

“what about your mother?”

aaron scoffs. “she fell out of love with him the moment she married him. my father was known for cheating on my mom. she didn’t care much. she was different from my father. she grew up wealthy. only marrying my father because she got pregnant with me. her father forced them into marriage so she wouldn’t be labeled as the town whore and ruin their reputation. my father worked hard for his money. growing up lower middle class he had to. in a way my relationship with my mom was far worse than my father. at least my father showed some kind of affection. my mom was emotionless. only caring about her reputation and how she was perceived. i believe that’s why she took care of my father in the first place. instead of hiring someone to do it. so she could brag to her posh friends about how much of a great wife and mother she was.”

“is she still living today?”

aaron hums. “haven’t spoken to her since she met my late wife, haley. she didn’t like haley. never wanted me to marry her.”

“why’s that?”

“because—because she wasn’t as wealthy as us. she was middle class, haley. because of that my mother didn’t find her worthy. she didn’t want me to have a loveless marriage like hers. her words exactly. she doesn’t know a thing about my life. she doesn’t know about jack, haley’s passing, me getting remarried. nothing!”

“do you think she’d like yn?”

aaron avoids your eyes. he wanted to avoid the question altogether. he knew she wouldn’t. why is what pissed him off and made him feel ashamed.

“aaron?”

he clears his throat. “no.”

“and why not?”

“because—my mom wasn’t racist. not in the sense you would think. she never called anyone who was of color a slur. but she was raised to believe that you should marry your own kind of people. that mixing up your ‘values’ with others would only confuse your children in the end.”

you had no idea aarons mother was that way. only knowing the details he explained about his father. he never talked about his mom. now you understand why.

“aaron, i had no idea. why didn’t you tell me?”

“because i felt ashamed. ashamed of having her as a mother.”

“you shouldn’t feel that way though aaron. she doesn’t speak for you or for our kids.”

aaron holds your hand.

“listening to you both and hearing your family history, i think it’s safe to say that you, yn, you have a hard time listening to others. you’re so afraid to find out the truth because it could potentially hurt you. it’s why you stopped talking to your siblings in the end. you knew they knew something about your father. it’s why you ran when your biological father told you the truth. and it’s why you left aaron. you were afraid if he came home that night and you pressed him on the issue he would admit his feelings for his ex wife and leave you. it’s why you left first. you didn’t wanna face the reality that the one good thing in your life for the longest time would end.”

you look at aaron. knowing what she was saying was absolutely true.

“and you aaron, you’re afraid of being yourself. showing any emotion is a sign of weakness all because of your father. you also don’t wanna end up like him. to raise your kids that way. it’s why you most likely teach them it’s okay to express themselves. showing them that having emotions and feelings is part of being human. you have this fear that your marriage could fail again and maybe your mother was right. maybe mixing classes and culture could ruin a marriage. but it makes you feel guilty. one of the reasons why you pushed your first marriage away and tried to push your second marriage away.”

aaron grabs your hand. he gently rubs it. feeling all kinds of guilt with what the doctor states.

“but neither of you are seeing the reality of it all. you both willingly came to therapy because you want to fix this marriage. you want this to work out. not only for the kids. but also for yourselves. i noticed that the moment the both of you spoke. have you ever stopped to notice you’re both still wearing your wedding bands? and you still call each other husband and wife, despite being divorced for the last few years? it’s because a piece of paper doesn’t determine your love for one another. you two are still married and have been even with the separation.”

the two of you look at one another lovingly. you loved each other. despite the past, despite your childhood, despite the divorce, the drama! you loved him and he loved you.

i changed the story title and also made a playlist! each part will have a new song added to it. it will be titled the same as the song

anyway there is a tiny bit of a foreshadowing here so 👀

hoped you enjoyed

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[moonyaugust]

a few thoughts on that last of us episode

SPOILERS FOR SEASON TWO EPISODE TWO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

okay so obviously that was horrifying. didn’t know they could make it worse

his hand was twitching towards her???? he tried to get up for her???? she went over and held his hand and curled up next to him like a little girl????

now I do think the episode was a little bloated (ha, get it? cause of the bloater? I’ll walk myself out). the invasion scene was necessary for preoccupying tommy but honestly that scene could have gone in next episode (leaving ellie and dina with no real safe space to return to) and it could have worked. with both subplots, it was a little underbaked

I was actually convinced they would do a fakeout and kill tommy instead of joel but I’m glad they didn’t do that. some things are needed for the story, like joel’s death. also maria and tommy are a badass couple

speaking of, where is their kid??? if I find out he died or got bitten im going to lose it

removing dina with drugs in the lodge was a cheap shot. i know mel’s a medic (side note, i really like mel’s wide eyed look through the whole shebang) but i much would have preferred dina getting hit and falling while joel doesn’t know if she’s alive or not. it would have made seeing ellie even more devastating, looking at his two girls and wondering if they’re even alive/going to survive this

abby’s speech… unfortunately I think that was a misstep. im an abby girl, alas, and i sort of get that they wanted her to have some characterization here since she’s probably not going to be as prominent for the rest of the season (im presuming season 3 is abby’s storyline) but it felt awkward and not heavy at all. it was probably important to assert who abby is to joel, and have him realize the consequences of saving his daughter on another daughter, but whatever attempts to make joel seem more morally gray or whatever fell flat. we KNOW joel isn’t exactly a good person, and that he’s motivated primarily by his love for his daughter, a selfish motive (i agree with him btw but in contrast with the cure it is selfish, regardless of whether the cure would have worked). having abby TELL us this when we’ve seen it play out without words cheapens the whole thing. honestly i would have much rather preferred abby ask joel to guess who she is, leaving him in the dark: we know but he doesn’t, as he’s made so many enemies. it gave joel his last words, at least, but the speech almost removed some of the dread in the scene for me. if anything, I would have preferred more infighting between the wlf crew instead of abby’s speech, and joel trying to use that to his advantage (like if he sees that mel is scared and uncomfortable, trying to get her assurances or help with dina). would have allowed to fill up that time while making the whole situation a bit more complex, as joel fights not for his life, but for dina’s.

don’t get me wrong, I actually do like this abby. I would argue that she’s a little too… I don’t know how to explain this but abby has some quiet power aside from being jacked as fuck in the game, like people respect her without her needing to speak. here, I think this abby lacks a bit of that (as with her needing to scream at mel to get her to shut up) and it makes for an interesting dynamic. how does abby, the top scar killer, command respect in this show? im excited to see what they do with her

I mourn the loss of the weed scene like all of y’all but I think it was right to have dina with joel to call out his name. I love that she’s getting fleshed out with her own motivations for avenging joel besides just following ellie out of love

no “mel is pregnant” announcement? I saw the look mel gave owen though which makes me think that’s still happening but still, it would be interesting if they remove that element. I hope they keep it though, if only for the conflict between abby and owen and the parallels with dina

the jesse door scene was perfect. ellie’s stuttering and justifications was so cute

could we not have put joel on a sled or something? seriously, if I were ellie watching my dad being dragged in a tarp in the snow after watching him die I would be doing a lot more than just staring in shock and horror. poor ellie man

I love the ashley johnson cover at the end. mind you, I was too emotionally numb to react when it came on but it made the tears worse so thanks for that ig??

im convinced eugene figured out ellie’s secret and joel killed him and then lied about eugene being infected to protect her. ellie’s face in that scene cannot just be about eugene being a firefly.

all the ellie/joel and dad/daughter references killed me. I’m dead (not like joel hahaha arghahghhgg) also basically confirmation that the porch scene did happen and will be showed to us much later, as it should be

sorry, bigot sandwiches, you didn’t make the cut :(

all in all i did like this episode, and moisturized my face pretty well with my tears. im going to go cry into my cereal about joel. see you next week 🫡

[shed-the-god]

Man oh man time to write another drabble for Peacock but future flavored /silly

Not rgbfverse-centric surprisingly

This skips past all things im planning for these fools but itll be spoiler free >:3

SFA!BF (Peacock, He/Him)

SFA!Pico (Olive, He/Her)

SFA!GF (Rose, She/Any)

Boyfriend lays in the middle of a field, taking in the presence of nature and his partners. He takes a puff of his cigarette before turning to his side, watching Pico eat from his place on the picnic blanket. The shorter notices him looking at him and plops her plate down. Girlfriend scoots over to him and wipes her face with a napkin after, flushing Olive.

“Do… you guys still love me?”

The two pause before Pico speaks up.

“Yeah. Why?”

“I mean… I pulled away from you guys. Neglected and ignored you. Didnt have the nicest thoughts…” Peacock puts out his cigarette, leaving it in the dish, before flipping onto his stomach. “Course, ilI never believe them but they kept popping up in my head when i was frustrated.”

The ginger huffed out a laugh. “Please, if having thoughts like those were a crime, Id be in jail for years.”

“I know, wanna apologize, dont want it pushed aside.”

Boyfriend laid his head in his arms, gazing up at his lovers. They look between themselves, Olive being the first to crawl up to the boy-haired man. They both laid on either side of him, Pico to his right and Rose to his left. The shorter shoved her nose into Peacock’s neck, while the tallest laid their head on his back.

“Love you.” Olive whispered.

The musician hummed in response, hesitant but still muttered, “Why. Not much to me as a person…”

That utterance gave his partners a start before the red-head lifted himself to sit up. Turning to sit toward his partners, Boyfriend noticed Pico was practically pouting at him.

Taking a deep breath, she puffs up her chest, though, and proudly states, “The reasons I fell for you is because youre a kind, loving, caring, earnest guy. You’re unapologetically yourself and love to have fun. You have boundaries and keep them up tight.” Olive’s voice tapered off, speaking softly as he looked down at his lap. “Youre… the liveliest person I know and make me want to be a better person myself.”

Rose nods gently as she lay on the blanket still, adding her own reasons. “Y’know, you brought me outta my own shell too. I could already tell you were a silly guy. No matter how much you tried to brood, youre face was never scary to deter me from wanting to talk.

“Youre so comforting to those you care for, protective too. Confident in your skills and have such high expectations of yourself because of that.” The brunette ends her list with a smile, so full of love.

Those comments from his lovers, it was almost overwhelming enough to ease his worries. Still, the gloom persisted. “Dunno...” he started, making Rose and Olive’s faces drop before he continued, “but, I have you now. Dont wanna lose you so I hafta make up for it.”

“You dont have to do anything, just exist.” The shortest harumphed, leaning her head on Peacock’s shoulder.

“No. Not enough. Existed and pushed you away. Need more. Wanna do things for you.”

Girlfriend huffed a sigh herself and laid her cheek against the other’s head. “Then… just love us. The best way you can. Be yourself, you didnt have to change before so try to go back to that.”

“I was dangerous and reckless. Dont wanna go back if youll get hurt again.”

That caused Olive to click his tongue. “Adrenaline is something that runs in our blood, we live off it. You cant just take it away from people like us. We can take care of each other if we get hurt like usual.

“Til death do us part sumn’, y’know those wedding vows.” The older shoved her face hard into Boyfriend’s neck again, pushing the three down onto the ground. “Lets just promise to stay together like you did with me. Seeing you give up… it hurts more because I like seeing you happy you dummy.”

They all stayed on the ground, savoring the moment. The youngest whispered reminders of his own words to Pico. ‘They can protect themselves and protect each other.’

The ginger mumbled in the taller’s ear, voice catching on those three words. “I’ll say it many times like you said to me. I love you, and nothing could ever make me leave you again.”

“I love you too, you guys have no idea.”

Squeezing his lovers tightly, Boyfriend heard the brunette respond as well, feeling a bit more lightweight, but also gaining an idea. One that he feels could fix it completely.

[frostyclove]

okay working on my actual thoughts now before i get distracted by yj - all my thoughts (not analysis just vibes mostly for myself) after bingeing the show in ~4 days its Very long but bullet points but also a bit sappy by the end <3

thanks so much to 15 year old me for having good taste in actors because its the only reason i started watching this show (Spencer, Peyton)

i love charley. great character. so glad hes like the 'lets help you walk thriugh being a ghost', hes very good at being the person for that. also, adorable. would love to chat shit with him.

maddie is great i relate greatly ; poor girl though idk how she actually went back to her body wouldnt be me i'd have just stayed in the ghost world to be so serious

rhonda spending 40 some years thinking people hated her only to find they loved her. omg precious baby i relate so hard but also such a wonderful character. please keep being grumpy lovable character its such a fun archetype. i relate too much though so i kinda have a blindspot on analysis just know if i slack on the rhonda of it all its because i am a blend of rhonda and dawn

DAWN i miss her. my vibesy queen. stealing phones. luv u, hope the other side is good <3 keep wearing the cute clothes (i follow her on tiktok dont worry the cute clothes are being worn!)

i should probably do some of the living to my hunter hollingsworth.

Xavier ! i knew you wouldnt be a terrible guy <3 thanks for not killing maddie, very funny, love the side plot with him and nicole, love how he's accidentally made his way through all her friends. truly he is just haunted by the narrative. nothing about it, just the narrative existing. its great comedy.

nicole is annoying at times; but that feels right. shes like the pj from bottoms of this show. and i enjoy that character. you need someone who just is always going to add some spice to the plan. make it go just slightly off. there wouldnt really be plot otherwise. aside from that she is very funny, the comedic timing the actress has is incredible. curious to see how her character will change with maddie back, i feel like theres a portion of personality that we'll get to see that we havent dynamically.

claire is cool as hell. shes probably my favorite of the living characters, she almost pairs to rhonda in that theyre both very determined to be stubborn. again with maddie back itll be interesting how that changes, and what fallout may look like over the nicole of it all. and why did we turn that light on i feel like that was an obvious one its fine. feel like we lost time with her this season in favor of nicoles older brother though. unsure how i feel about it as of yet.

yuris been a fun addition. love a cute couple im always down for a romance. the throughline of them having similar deaths is also a nice touch. outside of that, just a really sweet character. utterly hilarious that he just gave up on the bit though. it was a really good bit

quinn is lovely. truly the epitome of every band kid i have ever known. obsessed with what they're setting up with rhonda. that better be next season or ill be very sad. do need more though. feel like we've barely scratched the surface in terms of character outside of the band kid + rhonda crush vibes

the theatre gal. omg you are me i am you please i would too haunt the cats and make sure no lights fell you icon would love to see that character more for entirely selfish purposes !

im almost certainly missing characters oh well i think most of them are the adults and im frankly ignoring them because most of them do kinda annoy me and i mildly miss the trope of teens just not having parents in tv type thing but i get it and will think about it at another time because it is important.

OH yes ! two more ghosts

Janet - girl. you get on my nerves. mostly because she keeps making things difficult but now that shes not like on the run for her life i expect she will grow on me. i feel for her i just dont care all that too much but shes a lovely gal

WALLY !! my favorite living teddy bear <3 now yes ; he was a not so at all good guy in life. yes. however! he has done better! no longer is douche. is now! teddy bear. no but seriously hes really great i truly think having characters like him on screen is so important. i forget the line that maddie when shes snapping him out of the 80s flirt style bit; stuff like that is really nice to have in tv. also, hes just a sweetie. like even after all these years, one of the last things he has to unpack is that his mom could be shitty to him. he just sees people in their best possible light, (with the help of being dead for a few decades) and just like ; is this really nice thru line of the show. i want to say so much more but i fear i am too high to think out wally thoughts without getting lost in the fit. costuming did so well that costume. so simple. so perfect.

onto some other stuff thats not characters

i love the color grading / lighting. obsessed. love that. more please. so good. anyways

love this genre. love a supernatural teen drama. especially when they're like actually damn good like wow didnt expect this to be so amazing

on the note of amazing - how this show managed to make me as sad as i was for the end of BG3??? a video game that takes like a month to play and is incredibly immersive ?? the same amount of sobbing ? the same amount of that sinking feeling of knowing whats coming is going to crush you ? oh congratulations to the writing, directing, i dont even know whoever helped achieve that soul crushing sadness oh it takes a lot to do that. its literally just Doctor Who season 9 finale, torchwood season 2 finale, BG3, this, and (please forgive me) scream season 2 episode 1. out of all the media ive ever watched. these ones left a mark on my soul of love. i love this art form. so dearly.

yeah i think thats my last main point. i love tv as an art form of storytelling. and this show is that. im like technically overhyping it, but only because teen dramas will never be considered like high brow, unfortunately. but often i find they have the best emotionality, the best character driven stories. the closest thing you can really have to the emotional intensity of live theatre. its just a phenomenal show. im truly shocked at how much it has impacted me in the past 4 days. like this is a small pile of tv shows and i love a lot of tv shows, but this is like iconic and discussed in museums (i swear to you one day there will be a tv museum if theres not one already its an art i scream as they carry me away)

anyways i love tv and this is really good tv if the creatives behind it happen to be on here and scrolled this far you made a really cool and good thing i hope you are proud because its really really good. thanks for the stories <33 (they're not on here and certainly not reading it let me be delusional though id rather hype them up than not and then have them not hear anyone hyping them up when they deserve it)

EDIT : omg i forgot simon entirely ; there would be no show without him for starters. for the first like third of my time watching it i thought the show was from a wattpad story that i read in like 2015 that i read and always thought would become a show - and in that (its gone now as far as i can tell so im not spoiling anything lol) the best friend named simon was the killer so i truly was misreading him for a lot of the story - but with that - hes actually kinda the best. questioned his sanity and went through so much but also literally saved the day countless times. great guy. so excited to see the chaos he gets up to as the ghost next season. truly carrying the show in terms of actual getting the show to function. the finale actually put a magnifying glass to that aspect really well. big love simon