#everybody is trying to be kind to you and not trying to reciprocate... like bro. im sorry

[creepy-scrawl]

I forgot how fucking rude usamericans are like I was eating normally at the "restaurant" and a bunch of mormon missionaries came and did not greet. and whatever I shouldnt care that much but It fucking boiled my blood when everybody leaving or enetring would tell them "provecho" and they'll be like 🙄🙄🙄 and say nothing to them... Like idk what to tell ya. It is costumary here to greet and if you don't speak the language or more importantly don't care about the manners you can fuck off to your shit hole country omfg

I was this close to tell them "se dice gracias pinche gringo maricon☠️☠️☠️"

[animeomegas]

Omega!Naruto getting married

Anon: Omg omg bro I just saw the amazing and wonderful art of naruto in a white dress and it just got me thinking. Could you do naruto and his alpha getting married pllleeeaaassssee🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺I also wanna show you the picture soo badd he's so beautifullllllll

(Omg tag me in this 🥺I want to see!!! Naruto is so so beautiful you’re absolutely right and I love him and this was so far down my writing list but I just really wanted to write it anyway. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3)

I wrote for a Western wedding because I have no idea how Japanese weddings work (although I’m taking a degree in Japanese rip)

Warnings: Alcohol mention.

This boy will never admit it, but he always dreamt of getting married when he was a child.

When he was really young, he asked the Sandaime why people get married and the Hokage told him that marriage is what two people did when they loved each other more than anyone else.

Naruto always wanted someone to love him and so he clung to this in a similar (but less extreme) way, to how he clung to his dream of becoming Hokage. 

He always imagined his future self as the most badass ninja/Hokage with  a beautiful mate/spouse and some little prankster pups who would love him and who he would love unconditionally in return. 

And so when his alpha finally proposes to him.

This man goes a bit crazy.

As soon as the shock wears off, you suddenly get bombarded with him shouting about a thousand different things he wants at the wedding, and what food there should be, and “Do you think they sell orange wedding cakes?”.

He wants an insanely big and extravagant wedding.

It’s probably best to just humour him.

Proposal:

You were already mated to Naruto when you proposed.

Naruto lowkey believes in soulmates and when you had been courting for about a year he knew you were his. 

His very next heat came around, and boom, you were mated. 

You proposed about a year and a half after that, spurred on by Naruto’s less than subtle hints about it.

Naruto loved being around his friends and he also loved positive attention, so the idea for your proposal came naturally. 

You threw a get together for him and his closest friends. Good food, plenty of drinks and board games.

Naruto was laughing and smiling all night. He teamed up with you for the games, sitting on your lap the entire time. 

He used this vantage point to demand congratulatory and commiserative  kisses everytime something happened in the game. You could feel him smiling into the kiss each time.

The plan was working perfectly so far. 

As the evening began to wind down, you stood up, immediately garnering the attention of everyone in the room.

You cleared your throat awkwardly as all the eyes in the room settled on you. Sakura gave you a thumbs up behind Naruto’s shoulder.

‘You got this!’ She mouthed, eyes twinkling with excitement. With her encouragement in mind, you took one final deep breath before beginning.

“Sorry to interrupt you all, but there’s one more thing I have to do before everyone goes home.” You started, successfully avoiding any unfortunate stutters or out of control nervous scents.

Naruto furrowed his brows at you, confused. You only smiled, silently telling him to wait. 

“I have an... announcement of sorts to make.” 

“Then get on with it.” Drawled Shikamaru, smirking at you from the corner. You glared at him for teasing you, but he was too busy dodging a ‘shut up’ punch from Sakura to notice.

“As you all know, I’ve had the honour of being mated for Naruto for almost two years now,” You focused your gaze onto your mate, watching him perk up at the mention of his name. “and I have been madly in love for every minute of it.” You paused thoughtfully. “Even the minute when he drank out of date milk and threw up all over my bed.” 

Naruto went red as his friends giggled at him. He let out an embarrassed whine as you joined in the laughter. 

“You didn’t have to tell them that!” He groaned, voice muffled from the cushion he had temporarily buried his face in. 

“What I’m trying to say, is that when I met Naruto my life changed forever, for the better. I can no longer fathom a life where I could live without him.”

You turned to address Naruto directly. He was watching you closely. Maybe he was starting to guess where this was going.

“When I wake up next to you, when we invent terrible ramen flavours together, when I bandage you after training because you tried to show off and hurt yourself,” You laughed breathily. “Those are the moments when I am the happiest. The common denominator is you, Naruto, my beloved mate.”

No one else in the room mattered now apart from you and Naruto. You took one final breath to steel yourself, before dropping on one knee. Naruto gasped, his hands coming up to cover his mouth. 

“Which is why I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.” You pulled the ring box out of your pocket, opening it to reveal a simple golden band. 

“Will you marry me, Naruto?”

Naruto nodded furiously, his bottom lip wobbling as his eyes filled up with tears.

“YES! YES! YES! A thousand times yes!!” 

Naruto threw himself into your arms as his friends applauded and whooped in the background. You caught him with a happy laugh, leaning to kiss him. Naruto reciprocated enthusiastically, earning a few wolf whistles from his friends.

Naruto’s scent was that of pure sugar and you revelled in it, certain that your own was the same. Eventually you pulled away from the kiss, wiping a tear from Naruto’s eye, cradling his face gently in your hands.

“A toast,” Chouji’s voice called out, interrupting your thoughts. “To the newly engaged couple!” 

All your friends cheered, raising their glasses in a toast to your engagement. 

“May their love last forever!”

You laughed gleefully. Forever indeed.

Planning:

Naruto has a lot of ideas and a lot of passion, but not so much in the planning skills department. 

I hate to say it, but Naruto is a little bit of a Bridezilla type. A cute one though, so that’s better?

He really really wants a lot of random specific stuff that he dreamt about as a child, but he’s not good at organising it so you get a lot of:

“Alphaaaaa, can you book [insert incredibly specific wedding thing]?”

“Alpha, alpha, alpha, can you find a [insert incredibly specific wedding thing] for me, please???”

Here is a list of some, not all, of the things Naruto wants for his wedding. Bolded are ‘no compromises allowed’.

A traditional, white wedding dress (He knows he can wear whatever he wants, but his life has only ever been atypical and he just really wants a traditional white male omega wedding dress.)

An orange wedding cake (Naruto wants an orange wedding cake, but he can be persuaded to settle for orange detailing instead of the solid orange monstrosity he originally wants.)

A ramen course ( he wants one of the courses to be ramen of course! The idea of a really expensive, fancy ramen course just makes him melt with excitement. Nobody is surprised when they see ramen on the menu.)

A big wedding (He will invite the whole village if you allow him to. Ultimately though, as long as there’s room for every friend he’s ever had, he’s happy.)

Double barrelling your surnames (He really wants to take your name. Now that you’re married and mated, you’re a team for life and he wants that reflected in your names, but he also spent most of his life without family, and his name is one of the only connections he has to his mother. As such, he would never be able to lose it completely.)

A stag do/bachelor party (He just thinks it would be fun to get together with his other omega friends. He wants to hang out with his friends and wedding party for a night without anyone being away on missions for once.)

A honeymoon in Konoha (Naruto doesn’t want to travel for his honeymoon. Konoha is his home and his favourite place to be, so he wants to be there. If you desperately want to travel, you could probably organise a half-and-half style honeymoon. Half in Konoha, half wherever you want.)

Two empty chairs for his parents during the service (He has lost so many people, he could never leave empty chairs for them all. He keeps everyone he’s lost in his mind on his wedding day, but his parents are the ones he misses the most on his special day. When he looks at the empty chairs, he likes to think that they would be proud watching him get married.

The Wedding:

Naruto is fully bouncing off the walls.

He’s so excited. And nervous. But excited.

He gets ready and when he gazes at himself in the mirror, he feels amazing. As a child, he always thought he would cover his whiskers with make up, thinking they were on of the reasons people treated him differently. But now, as he stares at his reflection, he wears his whisker marks proudly.

Everyone pitched in to make the wedding perfect. Ino with the flowers, Chouji with the food, etc.

The wedding was kind of a bizarre mix. Some parts were strictly traditional and other parts were... orange. 

Naruto had plenty of fireworks set up to go off in the evening, and this ended up being one of his favourite parts of the day.

Naruto asked Iruka to walk him down the aisle about a month befpre the wedding. Iruka 100% cried when that happened. And then Naruto cried because Iruka was crying, it was an adorable mess. 

You got married outside. The sun was so bright, and the weather was warm but with a slight breeze. 

Naruto and Iruka wait just out of everyone’s view. When they send the signal, everybody stands.

You watched in awe as your mate turned the corner, grasping tightly at Iruka sensei’s arm.

He was stunning.

The sunlight reflected off his blond hair like light off of water, his white dress adding to the blinding effect. Naruto had refused to tell you what he would be wearing today, but this was more beautiful than you could have ever imagined. 

As he reached the end of the aisle, your mate gave up on being graceful, running the last few steps and throwing himself into your embrace. You caught him easily, twirling him around. Laughter rang through the hall.

“You look stunning.” You whispered in his ear, gently stroking up and down his arms.

“So do you.” He grinned in return.

The ceremony flew by. You had tried your hardest to listen, but you couldn’t stop staring at your mate instead. His eyes were always one of your favourite of his physical features, but they had looked especially magical today. 

Before you knew it, it was time for your first dance.

You hadn’t planned anything and you certainly didn’t take any lessons, so it was just you and him, in each others’ arms, swaying together to the music. 

Naruto felt warm in your arms as you swayed. You took a moment to nuzzle your face into his scent glands, pressing a firm kiss to his mating mark while you were there. Naruto hummed in delight, holding onto you even tighter.

“My omega. My mate. My husband.” You breathed into his ear, knowing how much he loved his new title.

Naruto shivered and purred in response. “I love the sound of that, you know.”

“I’m aware.” You laughed, using the distraction to twirl him. Naruto completed his twirl before trying to twirl you as well. 

Other couples soon began to join you on the dance floor, but you and Naruto only had eyes for each other. 

“I love you, more than anything else in this world Naruto, never forget that.”

“I love you, too. Forever, I promise.”

“Do you love me more than ramen?”

“What? Can’t you just be happy with second place?”

“Narutoooo.”

“Fine... Joint first.”

“I hate you.”

Naruto barked out a laugh at the look on your face.

“No, you don’t.”

[sadclearance]

M!reader and hanta sero! toxic toxic manipulative reunion after breakup

how the #26 hero made headlines with his sex tape

pairing: hanta sero x male manipulative reader

summary: hanta sero and y/n meet again after their sex tape is leaked.

warning: sex tape (sero fucking you), manipulative and toxic behavior, implied/referenced past cheating, suicide attemptish, implied/referenced revenge porn

category: angst(?), fluff(?) idrk 

word count: 4300

"and then the fucking cashier asked to take a picture!" katsuki bakugo seethed. "i just wanted to get my damn groceries, but everyone's so damn nosy!"

"at least they asked?" mina ashido said, her voice pitched at the end, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

"don't even get me started on the fucking stalkers that don't ask," bakugo growled.

"i don't know how you can live like that," hanta sero laughed at bakugo's misery. "sounds terrible."

is this karma for being amused by bakugo's misfortunes?

the day immediately after, sero is scanning his items after getting everything he needs from the grocery store when the cashier stares at him with wide eyes, glancing between him and the phone in their hand.

"are you cellophane?"

is this what having fans feels like? it's kind of flattering but also annoying that he's being called his hero name during his off time.

"oh, yeah," sero responds with a light laugh, trying to stay polite.

he expects them to ask for a picture or maybe an autograph. what he doesn't expect is snickering.

he vaguely remembers how denki kaminari described being recognized in public for the first time. he was met with taunts from a group of students because a video of him short circuiting had just gone viral.

sero's quirk doesn't even have any drawbacks similar to short circuiting, so he can't think of a possible reason why his cashier would be laughing at him.

he ignores it and finishes checking out because he doesn't want to ask what's wrong with the other person.

when he gets back to his apartment complex, he checks his mail. there's a few bills and postcards from old friends.

the guy next to him bursts out laughing.

he closes his mailbox and gives him a questioning look. that just made it two people that have laughed at him in the past thirty minutes. what's going on?

"you're cellophane, right?"

"uh, yeah?" sero says, completely confused.

"just don't be too loud in this building," the guy says, apparently cracking himself up.

sero is still puzzled. he's been the perfect tenant. the loudest noise that's ever come from his apartment was the merciless explosions from bakugo directed toward kaminari after a particularly bad joke, but that happened two years ago. ever since then, the most that could be heard was maybe kaminari's laughter, but sero doubts that that was even that loud.

when he reaches his floor and opens the door of his apartment, he's greeted with his friends on the couch.

"oh, hey," sero says, shutting the front door with his foot and going toward the kitchen to start organizing his groceries. "i told you guys to start warning me before you come. do i have to start hiding my spare key?"

"we know what you're doing, sero," ashido frowns.

okay, something's up. the pink hero isn't using her normal teasing or upbeat tone, and the television isn't even on.

"what?" sero looks at her with the same expression he wore toward the guy who told him not to be too loud.

"you did this last time, bro," eijiro kirishima gives a disapproving look. "i thought we made it clear back then that we're here for you."

what is kirishima going on about? "last time"? well, sero knows what he's talking about because of the whole "here for you" part. of course he remembers. it was a prominent part of his life because it only happened once, during a time in his life he remembers too well.

see, sero is an easy-going guy. out of everybody in the group, he's probably the most stable.

i mean, ashido is a party animal that drags the group out to upbeat bars at least once a month even when she would do a hundred things she'd regret the next morning. it's not like they didn't like doing it, but she definitely needed supervision.

then, there's kaminari. he's an emotional mess, getting caught up in too many confusing flirty situations. each week, he would have a breakdown in the group chat. "so do you guys think me and x are really flirting? or is this like joke flirting?"

can't forget about kirishima. he's probably the second most stable, but he still has a lot of times where he needs reassurance and comfort.

last but definitely not least, bakugo--the emotionally constipated man who is only the tiniest bit better at communicating his emotions than he was in their first year together.

too long, didn't read: four out of five of the group needed someone to depend on at least once a month.

sero is the one person in their group that didn't necessarily need anybody. this isn't because he keeps shit to himself. he's just fortunate enough to not have any problems that aren't surface level. the most he has to deal with are minor inconveniences like running out of toilet paper, running into a villain on his off day, or getting puked on by ashido on a particularly wild night--nothing that emotionally tears him apart.

well, there was this one time about three years ago when he felt the worst that he ever had before. it was a terrible experience of heartbreak and self-hatred which is why he unfortunately remembers it so well. he kept it all to himself until his friends managed to eventually force it out of him, hence the "we're here for you".

but there is absolutely no reason for them to say "last time" as if it's happening again.

"what are you guys talking about? everyone's being so weird today."

"oh my god," kaminari's jaw falls. "do you seriously not know, or are you pretending like you're okay again?"

"not know what?" today is a day of questions, and he doesn't like it one bit.

"do you not check your fucking phone or something?" bakugo growls with annoyance and the slightest hint of shock. the slight gentleness of his volume gets sero incredibly worried.

"i haven't had time to. why? what's going on?"

the four look at each other, considering if they should enlighten sero on whatever it is.

when sero determines they're taking too long to decide, he takes out his phone from his pocket.

at first, he sees a bunch of text notifications from almost all of his old classmates and coworkers, all asking in various ways if he's okay.

he moves past them and searches up his hero name. what could be so bad that his friends expect him to go back to being as much of a concerning mess as he was the last time they spoke to him like this? he doubts that anything could make him as bad as he was after his breakup with his high school sweetheart.

oh... well, he can admit that seeing his name with a link from an adult video website being the top result and under "trending" doesn't make him feel that great, but he doesn't think that it's that bad.

"there's a video on pornhub with my name on it. is it like a really messed up cosplay of me or something?" sero asks, partially joking. "because if it is, i don't really care, guys. you don't have to worry about stuff like that. i know what it means to be known by the world, and that there are creeps out there that get off to--"

"shut the fuck up and watch the damn video," bakugo scowls.

"you want me to watch porn in front of you?" sero raises an eyebrow, slightly amused--a feeling that clearly isn't being reciprocated by any of the four that are staring at him.

"just watch it," kirishima sighs.

he clicks on it, even if he thinks it's a little weird that his friends want to watch him watch porn. maybe it's so bad that it's funny. he's expecting some weirdo to be wearing a poor version of his hero costume getting bukkaked or something weird like that.

all amusement leaves his body, and his confused smile drops.

it's not some weirdo wearing a knock off cellophane costume. he's greeted with a screen covered by him. wearing nothing.

it's not even the fact that his nude body is exposed on the internet to be shown to anybody and everybody that causes the pit in his stomach. it's because he recognizes the video. he knows what happens in it. he knows who's in it.

he doesn't stop watching as giggling from his phone fills the awkwardly silent room. soon enough, the nineteen year old sero in the video has a cock in his mouth, and his fingers are up the ass of the owner of said cock.

that's not even the worst part. the worst part is the next part, which is where sero from three years ago takes the camera, uses his quirk to tie his ex-love's wrists together, and fucks him while getting everything on camera, including a clear shot of his face.

he watches the entire thing, too frozen to do anything else.

in any other situation, his friends would be teasing the shit out of him. ashido would poke fun at how sero of all people made a sex tape, kaminari would make some stupid pun about how he made a sex tape, kirishima would try to be holding himself back from laughing at how sero used his quirk for such a purpose as tying his partner up for sex, and bakugo would probably call him something along the lines of "plain face cock-sucking bottom bitch", even though the next few scenes that follow show that he's clearly not the last part.

this isn't any other situation, though. this is a sex tape with the one person he fucked over so badly that he still stays up every night thinking about it--regretting it. sero thinks that the universe must think he's one big joke.

"sero?" kaminari asks when sero doesn't speak even after the video ends. it's an awkward situation, really, because as mentioned earlier, his friends just watched him watch himself suck a dick and then proceed to pound into the ass of their former classmate.

he's not nearly as mortified by that as he should be.

he's more mortified that this is trending on every single social platform, not even because he's a pro hero with the world currently looking at his naked body, but because he somehow managed to fuck up y/n's life more than he already had three years ago.

"i'm tired" is the excuse he decides on using as he walks toward his bedroom. "i'll talk to you guys later."

hesitantly, his friends show themselves out, which he's glad for because he really needs some time to process--and wallow--by himself.

sero lies in bed for a while, not sure what to do, before he finally pulls out his phone again and does something that only makes the pit of guilt in his stomach worsen.

DailyHero: Taping Hero: Cellophane and the Video That Everyone's Talking about

HeroWeekly: Cellophane--26th Ranking Hero, Everything We Know About His Video

HeroTribune: Cellophane's Shocking Video

it isn't just hero media networks that are talking about it, though.

CelebrityGossip: Plain Hero Plain No More

since when is he a celebrity? he would find that funny if he wasn't so abashed by today's events.

RecreationalChronicle: How the Tape Hero is Making HeadLines

it makes him slightly amused to think of how that's another one of the stupid puns kaminari would make if the situation wasn't so sensitive.

he clicks on the hero weekly one, which just so happens to be the number one news outlet for hero news. sero's kind of surprised that they said anything about it. they were known for keeping things profession based, and the title of the article frankly sounds like any other drama website. he might be flattered by hero weekly deeming his amateur sex tape important enough to dedicate a whole article to it if he wasn't so plagued with guilt still.

Cellophane--26th Ranking Hero, Everything We Know About His Video

Cellophane, real name Hanta Sero, is the 26th ranking hero in Japan today. This morning, an explicit video featuring him and another man was leaked onto the internet via an adult video website. The original source is unknown, but we can only assume that neither Cellophane or his featured partner was behind revealing this to the public eye.

From what we gather, this video was filmed roughly around or before the first assignment that brought Cellophane lots of recognition. By this time, he was nineteen years old and had graduated the prestigious U.A. Academy a year prior.

The identities in the video are very clear, as there are many clear shots of both participants' faces.

While the video itself is shocking to many, Cellophane's partner is what surprises us the most. Y/n L/n was a hero that graduated alongside Cellophane from U.A. Academy. He was famous for being so fresh out of high school, but after just one year of unbelievable success--around the same time the infamous video was recorded--he went completely off the grid. To this day, nobody has seen him since.

sero stops reading because he feels more shitty the more he reads. he knows what the article is talking about. y/n cut off almost everybody from u.a. after their breakup. his friends tried to assure him that it wasn't his fault, but it was an awful big coincidence that his abrupt disappearance happened the exact day of their breakup.

he wonders what y/n's up to nowadays. is he still in japan? is he still pursuing a heroic lifestyle? perhaps he's been doing what aizawa did. maybe he continues to fight crime, just minus the recognition and media time.

if y/n really is living a peaceful life right now, did sero just shatter that? the world had sort of forgotten he existed at all after a few months of his disappearance, so he probably would've gotten away with roaming the streets freely without being recognized. did sero just ruin that for him?

he needs to know. he needs to try to fix things, even if he knows he can't. he needs to... he needs to talk to him, even after all these years.

when sero asks kaminari to meet him alone, the electric hero's kind of nervous. last time, he was happy with the entirety of their friend group comforting him. why did he want some one-on-one time all of a sudden?

apparently, he was right to be nervous because what sero is asking of him is hard for him to do.

"hey," kaminari says with the best smile he can muster in his anxious state.

"hey," sero greets back, taking a sip of his hot coffee.

"thanks for buying," kaminari says, twirling the straw in his cup with his hand, the ice of the iced coffee moving and crashing together.

"no problem," sero nods.

"what's up?" kaminari asks, putting the tip of the straw that lays in between his fingers into his mouth to take a nice long taste of the sweet treat.

"i need to talk to y/n," sero says, looking down at the coffee between his two hands instead of up into kaminari's eyes.

"i--what?" kaminari asks, almost spitting out his drink.

"i know you still talk to him, and i know why you can't tell me how to find him, but--"

"sero," kaminari frowns at the frantic desperation in his friends voice. "it's not that i can't. i mean, i probably shouldn't, but... that's not why."

"then why?" sero's voice is pleading, but his eyes hold angry frustration.

"look, the thing is, i don't even talk to him that often," kaminari sighs. "we've talked maybe twice since you guys broke up. we're not the friends that we used to be before."

"i understand that there's boundaries that shouldn't be crossed, okay? believe me, i really do, but i really need a chance to talk to him again. if he tells me to go away, i swear i'll drop it. i'll leave him alone. please."

"i know, i know. i know you aren't a stalker ex. just..."

kaminari's lips tighten into a line, a habit he's picked up over the years whenever he's faced with any kind of decision--whether it be deciding what flavor of ice cream he should get, or, apparently, if he should let his best friend see the guy he broke the heart of.

"okay," kaminari hesitates.

"thank you! thank you thank you--"

"don't thank me yet," kaminari says with a weak shake of his head. "before you talk to him, i need you to know that he's not the same person you knew."

"i understand," sero nods. he doesn't expects his meeting with him to go well anyway. sure, he hopes it will, but he's mentally prepared himself for the worst outcome, which his brain has decided is for y/n to yell and start throwing things at him.

"i... i don't know how to put it, really, but the few times that we talked, he's sounded... weird. like creepy. i don't know, man," kaminari shudders at the thought, but sero's too caught up in his anxious excitement to really care.

"it's okay. i understand," sero repeats.

"if you're sure," kaminari pauses. "truth is, y/n wants to see you, too."

"really?" sero feels all too hopeful, and he can see the worry paint kaminari's face.

"i don't know if it's in a good way or not," kaminari says carefully. he doesn't want to hurt his friend, but he doesn't want to set him up for disappointment either.

"i'm not expecting anything," sero says, but his words aren't very convincing when there's a clear smile growing on his face.

"just be careful, bro." kaminari writes an address on a piece of paper.

"you don't have to worry about me," sero reassures with a smile.

as he wanders through the streets, he's shaky and nervous and scared and ecstatic and--just everything.

y/n wants to meet with him. the possibilities are endless, but at least he now knows he won't be turned away--at least not immediately.

he goes between riding in cabs to treading amongst the shadows on the street, changing whenever someone recognizes him from the trending news.

he endures long hours of stares and whispers, encouraging himself with the thought of being able to see y/n again soon, whether that be a good thing or not.

"fiftieth floor of paragon hotel..." sero mutters to himself as he presses on the cold metal button. lots of questions come to mind, like where will y/n be? he didn't get a room number with the address. how will y/n react? will he stay civil? will he give him a chance to explain himself? did he only want sero to come so he could vent out his anger and frustrations?

when the elevator doors open, he sees a single door.

he hesitantly turns the knob until he's hit with a cold breeze from the night air.

oh.

it's the roof.

his brain's new worst conclusion is that y/n's going to push him off, but he's more okay with that than he should be. he has a quirk that can save him even if that happens, and if anything, he thinks it'll help him feel a little less guilty about everything he's done to make y/n's life more shitty.

"y/n," he calls out softly when he sees y/n just standing there, looking up at the big white moon in the sky.

nothing's really changed. his appearance isn't much different from the last time they saw each other, and sero's still enamored by how the stars above could never compare to the bright light that is y/n.

but that's not something he should be thinking about right now. his head shouldn't be filled with hopeful thoughts.

the object of his love to this day turns around upon hearing his name.

"sero," he greets with a smile. "you made it."

"yeah. i did," sero hesitantly steps closer to y/n. "listen, y/n, i'm..."

fuck. why is that the only thing he can get out of his mouth? he has so much to say--he's been thinking about it every night for the past three years--every hour for the past few days. so why is his mind blank now of all times?

"how're things with... i can't even remember her name," y/n laughs a little, and sero frowns. he doesn't know why he's laughing about the mistake that's been haunting him forever, but he swallows down those feelings. people grieve differently, and if anybody had a right to how they react to that night, it's y/n.

"i'm sorry," sero finally manages out. "she... i haven't talked to her since then. she's not a part of my life."

a casual "weird" is y/n's only comment before he turns back to look at the moon.

"you know... you know she never meant anything, right? we were--"

"'we were drunk, and i was lonely, but that's not an excuse, but she meant nothing, and you're the only one i want'," y/n finishes for him.

sero's heart sinks. has he been playing that night over and over in his head, too? has it been hurting him all this time as well?

"i remember." y/n's smile is still there, albeit more grim, and it unsettles sero.

"yeah..." and sero doesn't know what else to say because apparently, after years of mulling it over in his head, he hasn't come up with anything better than his initial rambles of regret. though, he still has something else to apologize for-- "i'm sorry. i swear it wasn't me who leaked it. i deleted--or at least i thought i deleted my copy years ago. maybe i didn't do it right. i don't know. i can't imagine how hard this must be for you. god, i'm so sorry. i managed to ruin everything all over again a whole three--"

"sero," y/n interrupts, sitting on the low ledge, eyes still on the sky.

"yeah?" sero swallows thickly at how desperate he sounds. he hates how messy his words are--hates how they pour out sounding so slow and stupid.

"do you love me?" y/n asks.

"what?" sero completely blanks. did he hear him right?

"do you love me?" y/n repeats, fully turning his body to him.

"yes." he doesn't hesitate for even a second, even though he wonders why he's asking that question at such an inappropriate time, because he has no doubt in his mind that he loves y/n and has since the moment they met.

"i don't believe you," y/n smiles as he stands up on the platform.

"what are you doing?" sero asks obliviously.

"what i should have done all those years ago," y/n smiles big, and it scares sero a little. "if you really love me... then you would catch me."

sero barely has time to process what he said before y/n lets himself freefall backwards.

sero's brain hadn't even considered that this would be one of the possible outcomes.

"y/n!" sero screams as he runs toward the ledge. he panics as he watches y/n's body get smaller and smaller the more he falls. he rips off his civilian long sleeve, shoots out his tape to stick onto the floor, before throwing himself off to go after him.

he uses his free elbow to launch his tape at y/n, knowing his own body wouldn't be able to get to him fast enough.

he wants to let out a sigh of relief when he sees that y/n's dangling by the white line rather than falling, but he knows from past experience with hero work that they're not completely safe just yet.

pulling himself up with the clear film he had luckily had the brains to think of placing first, he makes it back onto the roof of the building, slowly pulling his other elbow to haul y/n's body up as well.

"are you fucking crazy?!" he raises his voice for the first time in a long time. he doesn't think he's ever felt this angry and frustrated and mortified in his entire life.

y/n doesn't bother unwrapping himself from the tape as he uses a hand to pull sero's face close, kissing him softly.

and sero can't help but melt, which is the opposite of what he should probably be doing. a simple kiss shouldn't be able to pacify him with a situation like this at hand, but it does.

"you love me," y/n smiles when he pulls away just enough to feel the harsh pants coming from sero--the result of both the terrifying moment he just had to experience and his reaction to kissing y/n again.

"i do," sero nods eagerly, and shit, those aren't the words that are supposed to leave his mouth right now. he's supposed to ask what the hell is wrong with y/n. he's supposed to ask why he would do that. he's supposed to curse and swear and--anything but act like it's all okay.

"you love me," y/n says again before pulling him in for another kiss.

when sero puts his arms around y/n's waist and pulls his body as close as possible to his, he feels the buzz of y/n's phone.

"do you--do you need to get that?" sero asks as he reluctantly pulls away, sounding like a whiny child.

"i'm sure it's nothing important," y/n says before throwing his phone off of the roof, and sero pulls him back hungrily, because as strange as that action was, sero can't bring himself to care when the love of his life is back in his arms after three long years.

[12:39am] reporter to y/n: i got myself a promotion! been an honor working with you. again, thank you so much for selling it to me.

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a/n;

i wrote part of this in may last year because i thought the title was funny then i didn't know how to end it but then i got this sero request so

not proofread but when is it ever

[staketheheart]

Noise

Jade was having a damn good dream that was unfairly obliterated when the rhythmic sound chased it away. Her eyes shot open and she tensed, anger quickly clearing away sleep. Not even the comfy warmth Tori gave off next to her calmed her down. She was tired of losing sleep, of the inability to focus on work when her neighbor's creaking bed pierced her peace. She could not fathom why they didn't at least get a new bed if their activities were going to persist at all times of the day. She couldn't count how many times she had to wear earbuds to bed in an effort to drown them out. Or how many times she banged on the wall in a wasted effort to silence them when she couldn't concentrate on her writing. Her creativity greatly suffered, and she lost sleep when it started early in the morning, waking her up hours before her alarm was set to go off. And to make matters worse, Tori was such a heavy sleeper she heard nothing. She was a master at tuning out bothersome sounds, having lived with Trina for so long.

But not Jade. Jade had no tolerance for annoyances. She even 'accidentally' let her stepmother's dog out when it wouldn't stop yapping. The poor animal was found days later down the street by a concerned neighbor who just brought the little beast right back to continue to annoy her. She let out a loud sigh that became a growl, rubbing her eyes. It seemed like she would forever be irritated no matter where she went. She rolled over and slipped her arm around Tori's middle, hugging her close and burying her face in her back. Tori grumbled something in her sleep but continued to snore on, unbothered and leaving Jade to attempt to regain sleep. But she didn't. She stayed awake until her alarm went off, finally waking up Tori. She stretched out, a sleepy smile on her face when she noticed how close Jade held her.

"Well good morning," she mumbled, turning her bright smile on Jade. It slowly fell when she was met with Jade's grumpy scowl, lack of sleep easily recognizable in her eyes.

"Did they bother you again?" Tori asked, resting a hand on Jade's face gently, concern in her frown. Jade only blinked, a brow jumping up incredulously.

"I really don't know how you can sleep through it. Or ignore the chick's obviously fake moaning. I swear, it's like a bad porno is playing on full blast over there. Don't get me started on the headboard shaking the wall because the squeaking bed is enough to drive me nuts as it is. I think I might actually leave a note on their door highlighting just how pissed off I am and demand that they at the least buy a new damn bed," Jade ranted, voice strained with simmering anger. Tori could see it building in the way Jade's jaw muscles flexed, the way her eyes glinted with malicious intent, the way her nostrils flared like a raging bull. She was no stranger to angry Jade. It was turned on her one too many times in high school to not recognize the signs that something bad was about to befall some poor soul. And just as it always has been, it fell to her to try and calm her down.

"Well, you did already key their car and pop their tires. You even scared the crap out of them when you pretended to be attacked and they almost called the police. You're lucky they came over to check on you instead of calling them or you would have been in big trouble," Tori replied, recounting Jade's endeavors to drive away their annoying neighbors.

"And yet, they're still here and still giving me a headache. I mean, I understand. Young couples, newly living together, they can't keep their hands off each other. I've been there. But seriously, if you're going to go at it all day be considerate to other people. These apartment walls aren't soundproof. Seriously, all I ask is a quiet bed and maybe less fake orgasms," Jade continued.

"Jade!" Tori exclaimed, scandalized.

"Tori, you can't disagree, even if you've rarely heard them. We don't even get that obnoxious and you're a freaking tiger in bed," Jade pointed out, causing Tori's blush to get worse. She was currently sitting up against the headboard, gripping the blankets to her chest, eyes wide and face red. She never could get used to the explicit way Jade spoke about things. She was far more conservative concerning private matters.

"Maybe you should say something then?" she suggested, turning to look at Jade. The dark-haired woman turned on her back and glared up at the ceiling.

"If I confront them about it I can't guarantee that I won't hurt them if they refuse to listen," she responded honestly. Tori rolled her eyes. Jade saw it and threw up her hands to let them fall back on either side of her.

"I can't help it. People have this rude habit of annoying me," she said.

"How many times do I have to tell you to be nice? If you just nicely explained the situation, I think they'll be more willing to comply. Threatening them with scissors won't work forever," Tori remarked sagely.

"It's worked so far," Jade responded pointedly. Tori pinched at the bridge of her nose, eyes closed.

"You know being nice is hard for me when people are so stupid or annoying," Jade pressed, propping herself up on an elbow to face Tori who was still frowning.

"Besides, you remember that day I tried to play nice with Moaning Myrtle when we were coming back from our date and she cut us off coming into the gate. I was mad, but I didn't even cuss at her. She apologized and I accepted. Even though I hate pretending to be nice to someone I really just want to throw a brick at," Jade recounted. Tori nodded and shrugged one shoulder, giving her that. It was a better response than allowing a laugh at the nickname she gave the neighbor. That would only encourage her. And Tori didn't want Jade to ruin Harry Potter for her more than she already had.

"The guy is a total dick though. Have you heard his conversations when the bros are invited over and she's gone? I wouldn't mind throwing a brick at him too," Jade added. This time Tori did chuckle. Jade's pout was adorable and her petulant tone added to the affect. Not that she approved of Jade's tantrum. She opened her mouth to offer condolences that would put Jade at ease when the very thing that upset her in the first place started up again. In an instant Jade was up and throwing the blankets off.

"That's it!" she snarled, stomping toward the door. Tori scrambled out of bed to cut her off.

"How about some coffee first? You always say it's a warm and delicious alternative to hating everybody, every morning, forever," Tori hastily reminded her, hands out to stop Jade from advancing. Jade stopped right before she reached the door, staring Tori down. Her expression went from angry to calm and then calculative. Tori didn't like the mischievous smirk that graced her lips seconds later. Like a flip of a switch Jade was eyeing Tori like a panther on the hunt. She fidgeted, her mind racing, trying to come up with a reason for the sudden change.

"I've just thought of a great idea," Jade revealed, stalking closer to reach past Tori to shut the door behind her, while at the same time backing her up until she was then pressed to the closed door.

"Uh, mind letting me in on it?" Tori stammered.

"Gladly, since you're going to help me," Jade answered, resting a warm hand on Tori's waist.

"With what?" Tori asked.

"Revenge," Jade whispered in her ear, body pressed against hers. She shivered.

"That won't solve anything," Tori tried to tell her, biting her lip when Jade's lips pressed to the sensitive spot just under the corner of her jaw.

"You sure about that? It's worth a try," Jade disagreed, moving to bite playfully at Tori's ear. Tori hummed, trying to focus her thoughts, but it devolved into a groan instead. Her thought process struggled. Jade's hands ran up her sides under her shirt then traced back down, making her skin tingle.

"Well, I don't like to call it revenge. Returning the favor sounds nicer," Tori allowed, causing Jade to laugh.

"Whatever you want to call it, Tor," she muttered, pulling her away from the door to relocate against the wall by their bed. The same wall they shared with their annoying neighbors. The squeaking still persisted but Jade planned to make them regret it. She reached up to knock hard on the wall, earning a short pause in the squeaking. As soon as it stopped she turned her attention to Tori.

"I'm sure you know what to do," she murmured, dragging a finger down her front to tug suggestively at her pajama shorts. Tori couldn't help reacting.

"Jade," she gasped. Jade grinned.

"I've never heard a better sound than when you're whimpering my name," Jade purred in her ear, knowing her words would help stoke the fire. Tori groaned and closed her eyes, head falling back and hips pressing into Jade's hands.

"Let's see if we can beat them at their own game," Jade challenged, sealing it with a kiss that quickly escalated into more.

The next morning Jade woke up to peaceful silence. Vaguely she remembered falling asleep to the same silence, Tori wrapped in her arms after another round of blissful revenge. She made sure Tori made her pleasure known and didn't hold back when Tori reciprocated. She wasn't normally rough with Tori, preferring tender passion, but she made sure their own bed complimented their activities. A large, pleased, smile spread across her face. It was the first thing Tori saw when she woke up several minutes later. It remained all through breakfast and grew impossibly bigger when they left their apartment and happened across their annoying neighbors in the parking lot. The couple awkwardly glanced at them and then hastily got in their car. Jade innocently waved at them when they drove by.

She was confident her point was made, but she would gladly improve upon it should they bother her again. Which they did when they got over the first incident. They went right back to it and Jade responded in kind. Until a week later she spotted a delivery man dropping off a rather large box. It looked like the neighbors finally got that new bed. For the first time in over a year Jade could work with focus, get to sleep on time, wake up on time, and enjoy the silence at her leisure. Whether the couple next door picked up on their activities or not remained unknown to Jade. Just as it should be.

"You're ridiculous," Tori told her one night while cuddled into her side, skin pressed against skin. Their own time together had gone back to slow and sweet. Jade chuckled, turning her head to kiss Tori's temple.

"I know," she agreed, proud and unashamed. Tori was just relieved the situation had been resolved without violence this time. To her, that was progress she would be all too happy to encourage.

[transsexualhamlet]

the problem with sherlock and watson (yuumori)

Feel free to ignore honestly this is a giant opinionated and not well informed ramble but yeah here it is for those of u that follow me for some reason, this is probably pretty controversial so yeah feel free to scroll past

also spoilers for anime onlys, we’re almost there though

So I’ve been Thinking about these two recently, and yeah, to be fair I’ve literally never read or watched any other adaption of sherlock, so I’m just speaking as to what I can tell, but yeah. I’m not sure at this point if it’s really a complaint or just an observation, but I do have some slightly confounded observations about how things are different from what I expected with them.

Mostly my Confounded Observation is just... Watson is straight?! I don’t mean in a literal way, he definitely has Bi Wife Energy TM but... you know, he’s comparatively straight.

Of course, I understand why the author might want to make sure watson doesn’t really get in the way of sherlock and liam (which is honestly hilarious but understandable) and for the purposes of the story it does make sense, but it’s... you know, again I haven’t consumed literally any other sherlock content so I wouldn’t know but from what I’ve heard watson’s always a flaming homosexual and well, it’s not like this series lacks for those, but?? 

It’s not just that he’s straight in the sense of his sexuality, it’s that... he’s a straight character in the sense that he’s like, normal? Kind of overly normal? I was kind of expecting more out of him, to be honest, and to see him just be like, a functional human being who seems to be doing totally fine in all ways? That... I don’t know, it’s kind of weird. Especially in contrast with Sherlock, who as everyone can tell is violently not doing just fine.

Since this part of the manga will be covered in the anime soon, I think this is timely, but I feel like this is just made painfully obvious when the shit goes down between him and sherlock.

Speaking on the nature of their relationship here, it’s weird. Because you know, the author is clearly going sherliam endgame (istg if they don’t just make it official i cant take this anymore) and I support that lmao, they’re like my favorite dynamic- but yeah, it’s obviously different from the other adaptions, where, you know, sherlock and john are ambiguously gay people.

Like, it’s honestly comical how in this series that is significantly gayer than every other one that watson is so clearly a Heterosexual Man honestly

But Sherlock still, clearly isn’t, and I think there is something to be said about how he feels about John, though of course in the end he... obviously chooses Liam. (and considering John’s kind of ass character in this version, he was right to do so)

I mean, just look at them.

We’ve got this obviously autistic obviously gay man who is violently codependent with this mild mannered british dude. Sherlock’s feelings for this guy are complex, and they’re clearly very different from the ones he has for Liam, but they’re certainly there. Sherlock clearly has no idea of romance, no idea of the boundaries between platonic and romantic relationships (and neither do I, but,,, yeah) and I think what Sherlock feels for Watson is like a queerplatonic relationship, but like.... not reciprocated?? 

It’s so weird for this to be the case, but it so clearly is? In the part where they explore that, it goes into how, like... Sherlock doesn’t really know how to function without Watson, dude’s holding up his entire mental health without even really doing anything, and Sherlock feels fucking awful when he is no longer Watson’s like, #1 person. The fact is, the same thing is going on with him, though they’ve existed like this for years it’s clearly not going to work anymore- Sherlock is basically having to choose between him and Liam, and you know what he’s gonna do. But it’s still an awful feeling for a bond that strong to break.

The thing about it really is that for Watson the tie was never that strong in the first place. Watson is so... without conflict in his character. And this is something that actually honestly bothers me. He’s so lawful good it’s infuriating. He’s steady, he’s calm, he’s rational and he’s emotionally mature, he can manage himself fine and care for everyone he needs to. He’s doing just fine even though Sherlock is caught up in this ridiculous murder drama, and that’s what makes the relationship so... I don’t know, off in this version.

Sherlock needs Watson, and Watson cares about Sherlock, but not nearly to the same extent, and he’s like. Not really doing it right? For someone who’s been with him for presumably years at this point, Watson doesn’t really feel like he knows Sherlock all that well. And that sucks that that’s the truth. 

In every other story with friendship/romance tropes like this, the characters have conflicts like this, but when one person thinks the other doesn’t care for them that way, they’re wrong. It’s like oh no, I’m a burden, I’m being clingy, he’s got a life to get back to and I don’t, I’m too much, he’s better than me etc... those are things Sherlock’s type of character tell themself, but the catch is that’s not actually the case, they’re just Mentally Ill. Having that just... be true in Sherlock’s case is kind of heartbreaking, as much as it’s clearly for the Sherliam agenda.

The problem is just that Watson here is just so lawful neurotypical that he just doesn’t really get Sherlock. He’s got this strict moral code, and he kind of makes it a problem to Sherlock. He says all the things that Sherlock would expect everyone to say, but it’s not what you’re supposed to say, you know? He’s all like murder is bad stop doing that I won’t be your friend if you shoot people we don’t do that >:(, be civil be nice stop putting yourself in danger Don’t Do Drugs etc etc. You know, of course that’s sensible information, but it’s... not what he needs to fucking hear? That’s like the school counselor going hey guys, just say no :D THAT DOESN’T WORK. And you’d think that Watson would get this by now? All it’s doing is hurting him more. It’s genuinely making me dislike Watson, and that’s not something I want to do.

I think it works for the purposes of this specific narrative, because they don’t want to create problems with Watson being left behind, they want to say that he’ll be fine on his own so that it will all work out fine. And yeah, of course I want that, I don’t want there to have to be conflict of sacrificing John’s emotions for Liam, but I feel like they didn’t have to sacrifice John’s character for him. 

This series could have a Watson who cares deeply about Sherlock and has some weaknesses and conflicting emotions about him without them being romantic. We haven’t seen how Watson dealt with Sherlock’s “death” yet, I don’t think, but... I don’t really like the thought that this Watson would honestly be fine. He’d be sad, he’d be mad, but he’d get over it and get on with his life and is objectively in a better situation without Sherlock. Yeah, I just... don’t like that.

I want to see a Watson who understands Sherlock. Isn’t that what he’s supposed to be? I want to see a Watson who cares for Sherlock so much that he has to make hard decisions, that he has to make the wrong decisions sometimes, that he has internal conflict because of it. I want a Watson who gets that Sherlock is nothing without him, who gets what’s going on with him and Liam, who’s trying to help him and keep him on track and maybe failing. I want a Watson who’s genuinely conflicted about leaving Sherlock for Mary because he knows it will hurt him, who worries about his ability to take care of everybody, who shows his problems from you know, being in a literal war, who wonders how to portray Sherlock in his books. We can have that without losing Sherliam, man. He doesn’t have to be Hideyoshi Nagachika (god, no one needs to go thru that shit), he just has to have at least a bit of emotion, bro. I want to see a Watson who’s struggling with what to do. Like. Even once. 

Instead we have this. This dude who is just... a nice, rather clueless guy who helps out sometimes and who’s just a bit too much of a rule follower to fit into a story like yuumori.

Sorry to just complain on main here I just think he was done a bit dirty here and it’s bothering me, if u have thoughts or info about other portrayals feel free to hmu i have become a bIT hyperfixated

[purpleyellow]

Clueless

Seventeen 14th member

Hayun’s masterlist

“The introduction of Hayun’s love interest and her beef with his friend”

a/n: Feel free to let me know your thoughts as well as send me some requests💙. Ask box is also open to random chats.

“Noona!” Yugyeom screamed engulfing Hayun in a tight hug and briefly raising her off the ground “I’m so glad you came”

“Of course I’m here, happy birthday by the way” Hayun snorted, reciprocating the hug and making room for Mingyu, Minghao, and DK to congratulate him as well. Looking around the private area of the club, the girl waved back at some of the JYPE idols without failing to notice one of the Twice girl’s walking up to her.

“Yugyeom-ah, did you really have to invite her?” Jade rolled her eyes, draping an arm on the boy’s shoulders and sizing her up. The other girl tilted her head to the side and pressed her lips in annoyance.

Hayun and Jade’s relationship was a little tough. 

Ever since their groups debuted, the two rappers got constantly compared to each other. And while Hayun knew she shouldn’t get affected by it, she couldn’t help but get insecure when a lot of people seemed to use Jaidee as an example of why they thought she had to leave Seventeen to join a girl group. It didn’t help either that they never addressed the situation or tried to interact when their groups were getting to know each other. 

So even though it seemed reasonable to just move past other people's opinions and the rivalry they pressured on them, the topic stung Hayun a little, and the girl found herself avoiding staying close to the other idol and interacting peacefully, even after everybody appeared to have moved on from it.

“Jaidee, just go back to your place” The seventeen member rolled her eyes while Yugyeom stared at them amused, far too entertained to deal with their bickering.

“My place?” Jade widened her eyes and chuckled aimlessly “It’s my friend’s party. Look around a little and you’ll see you’re the one  who doesn’t belong here”

“Seriously, you talk like a preschooler” Hayun pursed her lips to prevent her from ironically laughing as Jade opened her mouth to say something else, getting interrupted by two people approaching and standing in the middle of them.

“Noona, great to see you here. Let’s go sit with your members” Bambam chatted happily while pulling Hayun to where the rest of the 97 line was. Jackson on her other side gestured for Yugyeom to take Jade back to the other side of the table.

“Jackson, ” Jade called out and waved for him to follow her, making the girl roll her eyes again. The boy looked between them before sighing.

“Wait a minute, I’ll come back,” He told Hayun before going to where the Twice member was.

“She really doesn’t let him live” The girl snorted while approaching the table, mindlessly messing up Jaehyun’s hair and getting an annoyed greeting as he tried to fix it again.

“She usually does, it’s just your presence” Bambam deadpanned pulling a chair for her to sit next to Minghao and smirking before saying with a girly voice “Don’t worry he’s coming back”

“He can stay there if it’ll keep her away from me” Hayun mumbled, getting slapped in the arm by Minghao. “Ouch, what was that for?”

“Let the girl be,” Mingyu said from his seat, making her roll her eyes at him before winking at Jungkook who was looking back and forth with wide eyes “You should be the mature one in a situation like this”

“How is this my fault? All I did was arrive and-”

“Next time arrive quicker” DK joked, making her sigh and rest her weight on the chair. 

“So, what’s good tonight?” Hayun asked and looked down at the dance floor and then back at the group, who had returned to their usual conversation. The girl was just starting to focus on one of Eunwoo’s stories when suddenly a chair got pulled to her side and someone sat there with his arms on the back of her seat.

“What did I miss?” Jackson asked no one in specific and looked at her, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear and fiddling with her piercing “Is this a new earring?”

“I think I’ve had this for a while now but thank you for asking” Hayun chuckled, patting his thigh before looking back at whoever was speaking.

“Ah, interesting” The boy mumbled and looked around again, not so discreetly pulling his chair a little closer to hers. Hayun leaned her head on his shoulder without much thought making a smile creep onto his face. “Don’t you think we’re a little out of place here? I mean, they’re all the same age and-”

“Are you calling me old?” She raised her head with an amused yet questioning smile and Jackson rolled his eyes while shaking his head.

“No. I’m trying to see if you want to go someplace else.” He told her with a smirk and gave her a wink.

“Go where bro? I’m not going to the lion’s den just because you’re too cool for the young kids” She scoffed leaving him with wide eyes

“Wow, don’t put it like that, you know Jade is my friend” He started to say with a goofy grin but got interrupted again.

“I’m your friend too” Hayun laughed, missing how his smile dropped a little “Shouldn’t you be at least a little concerned by me getting eaten alive”

“As long as I got you both under control nothing is happening” He patted her on the back and got up “I’m going to the bar, do you want the usual?”

“Sure, thanks” The girl nodded and looked back at the table. She hadn’t realized but all eyes were on her as they had watched the end of the exchange happen “What?”

“Dude, that was your cue” Bambam smirked, taking a sip from his cup.

“My cue for what?” She frowned when Mingyu held his head in exasperation and Dokyeom giggled at her lost expression.

“Your cue to go with him” Minghao pointed out amused and when Hayun looked at him for more clues he raised his eyebrows “Are you serious?”

“Jackson has been flirting with you for like, months” Mingyu exclaimed with a high pitch tone and restraining himself from standing up and extending his arms to where the boy was “He just told you he wanted to move spots and gave you the perfect situation to tag along. Why are you still here?”  

While the mini-speech had made sense to her, Hayun couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. Sure Jackson was attractive and she enjoyed his presence a lot, but the view she had of him didn’t surpass the one of a friend.

“You’re all overreacting, we’re just close like that” She waved them off making him groan and some of the boys laughed.

“He doesn’t act like that with anyone but you actually” Bambam crossed his arms and leaned back on his seat “Just watch him for a while and you’ll get what we mean”

“Actually, just go there yourself” Minghao rolled his eyes and grabbed the seat of her chair, tilting it until Hayun had no choice but to get up before she fell on the ground. 

“Wow, aggressive much” She fixed the skirt of her dress and walked towards the bar. The girl could see where they were coming from, but part of her didn’t actually believe Jackson could have some sort of feelings for her. Not those kinds of feelings at least.

Confronting it while she didn’t have expectations made sense to Hayun as she walked down the stairs, finding him standing with his back facing where she was coming from, which allowed her to sneak to his side and poke his ribs.

“Hey, thought you were going to wait upstairs” Jackson smiled circling an arm around her waist as Hayun leaned her forearms on the counter.

“Well from what I’ve heard you wanted me to come with you from the start” She smirked not meeting his eyes and hoping he would catch her hint.

“I did actually, thank you for noticing” Jackson smiled, playing with the ends of her hair and watching the bartender mixing up the drinks.

“Cut the crap Jackson” Hayun rolled her eyes turning to him “Have you been flirting with me?”

“Yes. Do you want to go on a date?” It was his turn to smile and Hayun found herself speechless.

“What?” She stared at him with wide eyes and he shrugged

“I figured I should make up for the time it took you to even realize I was flirting,” He said as if it were nothing, and Hayun’s mouth dropped.

“That was smooth” She laughed getting out of her trance and he stared at her with expecting eyes.

“So, do you want to?” He held her face with one hand and brushed it with his thumb, the action felt a little too nice to the girl and she blinked a few times trying to find her words.

“I need to be honest with you here. I don’t really see you like this” She said and he took a step back, opening his arms and looking at her.

“Do you think I’m attractive?” He asked as if it were nothing and the girl tilted her head to the side.

“Uh, sure but-”

“And I’m guessing you’re not annoyed by my presence,” He asked again and she shook her head making him get closer to her again, giving her a side hug and a kiss behind the ear “Then if you agree on the date, that’s enough for me to make you change your mind about how you see me”

Grateful for the bartender finishing up in that second, Hayun stared at the boy’s side profile as he took the drinks from the man, suppressing a smile when he turned to give her hers. 

“So, what do you say about that date?” His tone wasn’t teasing and she could tell he was genuinely waiting for her to either decline or accept it.

“Yeah, let’s do it” She let out a relieved laugh when his face broke into an adorable smile. 

Letting Jackson lead her back to their table, Hayun paid more attention to his hand resting on her back and how even sitting he was usually trying to keep some sort of contact between them. Half of her unusually giddy from it, and the other half wondering what the hell had just happened.

[tigerdrop]

Cringe is dead, talk to me about the funny half-life men and their relationship

okay here is my essay. it is titled These Guys Actually Like Each Other, and Gordon Freeman Is Just Kind Of A Dick*

(disclaimer: these are just my 2 cents. dont take me too seriously! im just some guy online who has watched this shit too many times.)

first things first. these guys actually like each other. this is a key aspect of their relationship. benrey, obviously and textually, digs gordon freeman - you dont flirt that heavily with guys you arent into, and so much of what he says and does is geared around making gordon crack up. thats pretty gay.

but the counterpart to this is that gordon freemans pretty fucking gay for benrey, too. you may say, “oh, but word of god says its not requited!” and to you i will say: bull shit. gordon is uniquely obsessed with benrey compared to all the other characters. if gordon didnt like the fucking guy, he wouldnt giggle with him and share in-jokes with him and bring him up every 5 seconds when benreys not around. thats concern, bro. thats worry. thats real shit

but i cant blame people for thinking that gordon freeman genuinely doesnt like benrey. benreys partially responsible for some of the worst things that have happened to him, the Arm Thing among them. and gordons very insistent afterward that he doesnt like benrey. he even goes so far as to try to kill benrey a couple times. to this, i must argue that gordon freeman is just kind of a dick.

lets talk facts here. canon. Lore. from the moment we hop into gordons shoes, we can see that he is a jerk to every npc on his way into black mesa. this is his default: a dude who just runs his mouth and says rude shit. he calls tommy a freak within 5 minutes of meeting him. he infantilizes the guy and barely considers him a real scientist. he doubts that bubby is a real name for like no fuckin reason. in “real life”, this is because its funny, and wayne is trying to make a funny half-life stream. in a textual sense, this is because gordon “hlvrai” freeman is a dick. this is the way he acts, consistently, throughout the series.

(brief aside: this is why the whole “gordon is a nice guy and a great dad” characterization baffles me. the way he actually acts in canon is, in short, bitchy and lacking in self-awareness. and i love that for him, i really do. it makes the moments where he just tries to be a nice guy stand out. but thats the thing: his intermittent moments of decency and kindness are not the whole of his personality! this dude kind of sucks most of the time!)

the way that gordons general asshole attitude extends to benrey is complicated. in fairness, benrey makes it his job to annoy the shit out of gordon as much as possible, and that warrants a negative attitude, but gordons pretty paranoid and ends up blaming benrey for nearly everything that happens to him, regardless of if its warranted. this is a pattern he exhibits both before and after the Arm Thing. its a little bit of a dick move! especially considering that, prior to the whole “betrayal” subplot (which was not exactly planned very far in advance), benrey is no more malicious or annoying than anybody else gordons having to travel with.

(okay, this is kind of a subjective evaluation, but still. my point stands that benrey is not any more of a hindrance to his progress than anybody else in the science crew, and neither is he particularly more violent or murderous. hell, gordon freeman has probably killed more guys than benrey. benrey just tends to get.......special treatment.)

all that said, i am still convinced that gordon really fucking likes benrey. please consider with me the following: it would be remarkably easy for gordon to just ignore him and do what he has to do, but he doesnt. he could stop engaging. he could stop thinking about benrey. he could stop bringing benrey up to the rest of the crew every time benrey leaves to do his own thing for awhile. but he doesnt. and, again, yeah, the extra-textual reason for this is “two guys are doing an improv comedy thing and bouncing off of scorpy is kind of the point”, but within the text it reads to me as gordon not being about to get the dude off his mind.

and this is in addition to all the times we see gordon being genuinely nice and receptive toward benrey! its in the little things: laughing the hardest and longest at benreys jokes. only ever reciprocating that stupid underwater “BBBBB” thing with benrey. trying to catch benrey when he falls, despite his insistence moments earlier that benrey should hop in the wack ass crystal generator and get hypermurdered. fondly remarking that benreys sweet voice sounds beautiful. his sort of flustered responses to most of benreys overt flirting. none of this is the way normal people react to a guy they hate. this is all fuckin gay to me, man.

its this combination of the outward insistence that gordon hates benrey with his inner eagerness to be around him and think about him and engage with him that gives off strong “repression” vibes, to me. for whatever reason - pride, embarrassment, resentment - gordon maintains a front of hating the guy and wanting to kill him for a lot of the series, but it doesnt gel with the way he fucking giggles and plays along half the time that benrey starts fucking with him. its a game, and that game is one of the only ways gordon knows to manifest affection for him.

(remember “oh my god, hes got a knife!”? that was the gayest shit i ever seen in my life. tittering like a schoolgirl while benrey chases him around like “im gonna get you haha”. insanity.)

the cool thing about repression is that you can have it manifest in a lot of ways! and this is where things like “headcanons” and “my own personal affection for repressed bisexual men” come in. a lot of how i characterize their relationship is an extrapolation of a lot of things like gordons canonical insecurity issues/anxiety, gordons whole anti-bootboy thing screaming “internet wokeboy who means well but probably has a lot of repressed baggage” to me, etc.

how do you get massive amounts of sexual repression out of what you see in canon, you might ask? well. if wayne would stop having gordon talking about being jerked off by the suit, or talking about chugging a 40-gal drum of potion and having to hold his piss, or worrying about being eaten by benrey the moment he sees benrey at setscale 10, maybe i would have a higher opinion of gordon “hlvrai” freeman and whatever latent psychosexual issues hes got going on. but here we are

i havent even touched yet upon how benrey feels about gordon. this one is helpfully made a little more plain by the fact that benrey very much wants to suck his dick in canon. (i dont even have to go into details. we all know.) but IMO the best part about this ship isnt just that they dig each other, but how. benrey gets overtly flirtatious in the second half of the series, but IMO his preferred method of flirting is just fucking with gordon: chasing him with knives, shoving him around in a bathroom, trying to get scans of his feet. but all in like a slapstick, giggly, fun-and-games sense, you know? at least when it works.

a lot of the time, though, it doesnt work out that way. he clearly just likes doing it whether or not gordon responds positively. which is, you know, Weird. not very nice. but also in line with the way everybody else treats gordon freeman. gordons kind of the universes chew toy in any given universe, and the same holds true here. hes kind of helpless......subjected to 4 demons attempting to make his life as difficult as possible. in a way its cathartic.

sorry. i got sidetracked. anyway, benrey very much likes to mess with him and unnerve him and demean him and i will be perfectly frank with you: that is hot. i have problems and illnesses and one of them is that i am a masochist who goes crazy for that kind of thing. calling gordon a “dirty lil boy” and telling him to “look at the mess [he] made” is some straight up kink scene shit.

i like to imagine that a lot of this behavior isnt caused just by the guy who played him wanting to be funny and antagonistic, but by benrey as a character not really understanding what constitutes “pushing a joke too far”. hes not human, and whatever he is doesnt have a very normative way of understanding the world around him, full of people who actually get hurt for real and die for real. benrey expresses what seems to be genuine surprise and distress after the Arm Thing, as if he didnt know that his actions would have serious consequences. and it doesnt seem to fully sink in afterward, either.

it reads a lot to me like hes used to video game rules and treating people around him like NPCs. if they get hurt, its no big deal, because its not real. he likes jamming random buttons on gordons interface and seeing what comes out. its probably a lot of fun for him, the same way that seeing a streamer or a youtuber suffer for our amusement is fun. its like, you know, in my opinion, gordons very cute when hes frazzled. hes also cute when hes laughing. pushing gordons buttons has a 50/50 chance of either of these things. and this is how he ultimately flirts with gordon: by pulling his pigtails.

but at the same time, benrey does legit care about gordon and knows some boundaries. benreys the one most often shooting at enemies to protect gordon, and he spent most of the last act trying to convince gordon to turn around and not fight him because they were friends (best friends, to be specific). he just lacks a lot of the emotional intelligence it would take to express the feeling of “he digs gordon and likes seeing his face get all red and sweaty regardless of the cause”. and gordon lacks the emotional intelligence it would take to express the fact that he doesnt know if he likes or hates benrey and hes scared as hell that its the former

because, lets be real. unironic benrey-liking is a sign of problems disorder. just look at all these words ive written about it.

can you imagine? this bizarrely powerful, non-human entity that can shrug off gunfire and grow to the size of a building has decided that youre his new plaything. benreys the bored guy booting up skyrim and fucking around in the console, and gordons the hapless favorite follower that hes taken a liking to. its a really fun dynamic IMO

after all this, its safe to say my title is a little misleading. the asterisk stands for * and So Is Benrey, Actually. they are both kind of awful dudes who thrive off of teasing each other and they deserve each other. and i am crazy about it. thank u for coming to my TED talk

[likeshipsonthesea]

63 and 86 for nurseydex?

from the mix-and-match au prompts, 63. Everybody Knows/Mistaken For Couple and 86. I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On

mm spicy someone’s trying to get my post banned from the tag listings on tumblr

here we go: the scene would start with a bracing line, probably something like;

“Why don’t you just fuck him already?”

who says this line? i was thinking chowder, but it’s probably ford or maybe even Louis for some Spice

he says it to nursey, who Did Not Ask For This and was just quietly sipping some box wine (he has expensive taste but the wine is better than the beer ollie and wicks bought) leaning against the wall of the haus living room, watching the dance floor bc he’s tired from morning skate (he was late, got into a fun debate with dex about the minimum wage, so bitty made them run suicides. nursey isn’t bitter–they are very close to playoffs and have a very good chance to win, and they can’t afford to slack off)

but even though dex had to skate the same suicides (with an extra lap for “that sassy look you gave me, William”) he’s still out on the dance floor with farmer (the only person who can get dex to dance) just, fucking, looking like That

(That is the fact that dex is wearing the too-tight old t-shirt he’s had since high school that advertises some kind of county fair that was themed around crustaceans, so his arms are BULGING the hem keeps lifting up and showing off the freckles on his lower back, and it’s so hot in the haus with all the people and the rising temp outside that dex is wearing the only shorts he had on-hand without digging around in his summer stuff–basketball shorts he wear for workouts, that cling to his ASSets and shift with each movement, dragging them higher and higher up his thighs)

so, like, obviously nursey does want to fuck dex in this moment but ford-and-or-louis (let’s go with louis, it’s fun) isn’t supposed to know that so nursey splutters his red boxed wine like “whatever do you mean? me fuck dex what is this ridiculousness??? me?? fuck? dex???? you trippin’ bro”

louis blinks. if it were ford she would Not Be Amused but Louis, little baby waffle louis who doesn’t understand why his mentor nursey never wants to be around him, is just, like, so confused.

“So you two are dating but not fucking?” Louis is so dumb my sweet little chaotic swede, so stupid, i love him (and guess what he goes on to be a fucking doctor, so chew on that (veterinarian but whatever)(also was not planning on flushing out louis’ character so much in this but here we are)

this is when Nursey chokes on his red wine.

“Dating?!?!!!?”

see, louis, along with a majority of the waffle class and a few of the taddies, are under the impression that nursey and dex are a passionate (at times explosive) couple that got together sometime after dex left their room.

what is the assumption? well, it depends on who you ask. hops thinks that it took them losing each other to see how much they really care and that one night nursey went down with dex to the basement and they had a long conversation about what they are to each other and how they can navigate their differences so they can be together and happy. hops is taking a class focusing on the great loves of romantic literature, so he might have went  a lil crazy

bully thinks that dex exploded one day and got too honest and it forced him to actually explain how he was feeling and then nursey explained how he was feeling and then they kissed and have since been going on tentative dates around campus (like, if bully cared, he means. he’s just, like, seen them around a lot and, like, they were talking and smiling and nursey was gesturing with his hands a lot and dex looked, like, super chill with it, so like. yeah.)

louis? louis thought that they probably started hate-fucking and feelings happened and yeah, maybe he thinks a bit too much about his teammates’ relationship but whatever. he’s confident in his sexuality and being as a person. it totally has no affect on all the grind-worthy music he plays at kegster, he’s not subtly wheeling from the background, he’s not the reason why they’re in this situation at all, stop interrogating him he’s just an innocent baby swede!!!

“oh.” nursey blinks. “that’s um. okay. um. that’s– well.”

nursey, the sweetie, is a bit broken. because look the waffles aren’t necessarily wrong. he and dex have gotten a lot���better, for a lack of another word. the move out was really dramatic, and after a month of distance nursey could see that he did a lot of bs along with dex’s stuff, and they talked it out

(dex actually brought it up, which nursey thinks was really, like, chill of him. dex explained that he’d been feeling a lot of anxiety about it, which seg-wayed into nursey talking about his anxiety that was exacerbated by sharing a room with someone, and dex didn’t explicitly say it but mentioned that things with his family have been a bit tense since jack and bitty came out and everything, and they both resolved that this was probably the worst time for either of them to move in together, but they were getting better before all of this, so maybe living apart isn’t the end to their friendship but the beginning and like, nursey was really excited about that)

but the friendship–the sitting together on roadies and playing weird games of i-spy, and the late night study sessions at the library bc their respective jitteryness and silent panicking counteract each other, and all of their kind-spirited debates (backed up by research and articles and personal explanations, both of them open minded about it, listening) it’s all been really really good.

and yes, nursey has thought dex was a certified snacc for years now, and he’s p sure that dex thinks he’s hot too but they’re just getting good at the friend thing and nursey doesn’t want to ruin it by pushing it too hard

all this he explains, stuttering and paraphrasing, too a quickly disillusioned Louis, who stares down at nursey with these giant sad eyes, so nursey sends him away quickly after and resumes his post against the wall, sullenly drinking his wine.

but here’s the thing–now that the thought has arrived, nursey can’t stop thinking about what it would be like if he went over to dex and did something about it. if he put his hands to the intermittently revealed waist, if he leaned down to put his mouth against the slightly stubbly spot on dex’s chin, if he let himself hold on tight and move in close and ask dex, “you wanna come upstairs with me?”

Nursey, per his character, spends the next half hour stressing and debating over what he should do, and in this time dex tires and leaves the dance floor. he approaches nursey with an oblivious smile and a sweating (like dex) bottle of water.

“hey,” he says. “what’s up?”

“we should fuck.”

it is dex’s turn to choke.

“what”

“fuck, sorry, i didn’t–fuck. come here.” and nursey grabs dex’s wrist and pulls him up the stairs and they enter The Room and close the door behind them.

and nursey explains what just happened with louis and the realization and the fact that all the waffles think they’re dating, and dex gets steadily redder (not from the dancing) and then when nursey finishes explaining (because they Talk now, they Communicate, and nursey is Very Good at rambling) dex takes a few moments to compute.

“so me… dancing… turned you on?”

nursey nods, reluctantly yet also emphatically. it hurts his head.

“i didn’t mean to do that.” dex sounds like he’s apologizing. nursey may love him. fuck this is going SO FAST.

“it’s okay,” nursey says, and is about to go on another ramble about how dex doesn’t have to reciprocate anything, he just wanted to explain where he’s coming from, because the Communicate now and he wants to be a good friend and–

and dex stops him. “we can.” nursey squints, confused, and dex coughs, pinking up again. “fuck, i mean.” nursey’s eyes widen. “i mean, not tonight!” dex hurries to clarify, shaking his head and water bottle frantically (which, unfortunately, spills water all over his hand) “i just– i think we can try. we’re– better, now.”

nursey is, justifiably, speechless, and attempting to wrap his head around the fact that he lives in a world where William Poindexter, asshole and kind hearted and total fucking wonder, wants to fuck him (and, like, romance shit, but the Fucking)

“i think,” dex says, and he’s wearing the expression he always wears before he responds to one of nursey’s better points with his own, well-crafted and thoughtful opinions, “that we should wait until after the playoffs. so we don’t affect anything on the team. but after.” dex smiles, small but full. “after.”

nursey returns the smile. an after sounds pretty good.

there are more kegsters between that night and when they become NCAA champions standing right behind bitty’s ot goal winner (it’s my fic i can make it as Dramatique™ as I want) and dex dances at a lot of those too, but when nursey watches him dance, either from across the room or standing next to him, he watches with the knowledge that someday–someday soon– they won’t go home to their separate rooms at the end of the song.

(unseen: the scene where louis explains to the other waffles that no nurse and poindexter aren’t actually dating. hops is heartbroken, bully doesn’t care (really, he doesn’t, he’s just up thinking about it because, like, circadian rhythm or whatever) and louis ruins the whole thing by asking, “so do you think it’s gay to thinking about your teammates fucking?” which promptly makes hops and bully walk away)

[marsmoonqueen]

Confessions and Advice

Archangel!Michael x Reader

Warning: Michael acting rude, and I think that’s it.

Prompt / Summary: Michael loves the reader, but he does not know how to act around her and ends up usually hurting her with his words. But what are brother for, if it is not to help?

Note: There is a second part called ‘A Divine Help’, but is not necessary to read this one to understande the other or viceversa.

Researching was an extremely important part of a hunter’s life, but it becomes an annoying work when is not the only thing you do.

Y/n was the Winchesters best friend since she was 16 and they helped her with a vampire nest; after that they were inseparable, they took her in and gave her not only a place to call “home”, but a family too.

Being part of the Winchester family had its cons and its perks; being a bookworm as the girl was, she decided that she wanted to finish her studies as a perk, and the boys agreed; thanks to them –especially Sam- now she was proudly going through University.

Anyway, this night was one of those she hated the most. Everybody was doing research: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Bobby, even Balthazar, Lucifer and Michael. But it was a waste of time, for anybody had luck.

The clock announced 3.15 AM to Y/n’s dismay: she had classes the next day and a quiz, rest was necessary, but there she was, reading a lore book in the bunker’s library next to the brothers and Cas, while the other three angels were out.

The 3 humans in the bunker were half sleep, ‘Finally’ she thought ‘Some sleep’ she was relaxing and was about to drift off when a light wind and a too familiar sound of wings alerted her; in front of her there were Lucifer, Michael and Balthazar in that order, standing.

When the eldest archangel saw her, his expression changed. “What are you doing here?  Go to sleep now.” He told her as soon as their eyes met.

‘Ouch. Low Blow.’ She sadly thought, ‘Why does he have to be a bloody jerk?’ Now the anger overtook her. ‘I should be used to this rude behavior of his after all this time.’

Giving him an angry glare she said “Well, my time is up, Sam Dean, let’s go to sleep.” The girl stroked Sam’s hair and gently moved Dean’s shoulder, waking them up.

The brothers followed her out of the room and only when the door was closed Balthazar snapped.

“What the hell was that?!” He yelled at Michael.

“What do you mean?” The archangel questioned him trying his hardest to look careless.

“I think he’s talking about how rudely you talked to your pretty crush.” Lucifer intervened.

“What?” He asked defensively. “She has school and a very important quiz tomorrow.  I don’t want her to fail just because she was doing research, when I-we can do it.” He honestly replied.

“Why don’t you just told her that instead of sending her away?” Castiel spoke for the first time.

“She made me nervous okay?  She just kept looking at me with those eyes of hers and I… I got nervous and said the first thing that I thought of… which was that she should be resting to pass her test.”

“Well, you will have to defeat those nerves if you want her to fall in love with you, idiot.” Balthazar replied, rolling his eyes with annoyance.

“How can I do that?” Michael asked, becoming anxious for once in his ‘life’. “How can I make her fall in love with me?”

“Maybe if you were more kind and nice with her, she would fall for you.” Castiel stepped closer to him and patted his left shoulder.

“Well, what can I do?” The eldest archangel wondered, gazing from Castiel’s hand to his eyes, then traveling to Lucifer’s and finally to Balthazar’s eyes, Y/n’s best friend.

Balthazar tried to ignore his pleading eyes, but failed. “Aggh! Fine! Stop looking at me with those eyes… Why don’t you just… do nice simple things to her?  Like… passing her the top shelves’ cups, or serving her coffee, you can even wake her up in the morning like Sam, Gabe, Luce, Dean, Cas and I do.”

“Sounds… fine.” Michael answered, a little more relaxed.

“Yeah, yeah, baby steps bros, if Michael wake her up tomorrow she is going to break his nose because of what he just told her, so, forget that for a while.” Lucifer intervened. “And yeah, yeah, all of that is nice but you have to do something else, something to make her know that you are hopelessly in love with her… like I dunno… Buying her the books she likes or… cooking food for her, you can do that ‘Netflix’ thing with her.”

“Okay, okay” Michael said, trying to memorize the information.

“What about flowers? Humans seem to like them.” Cas contributed.

“Y/n is not the flower type.”

“Of course she is!”

“Well, what about chocolates?”

“Who do you think she is?  Gabriel? No! That’s too easy, he has to do something bigger!”

Michael’s head was literally rolling, what should he do? He always acted like a selfish jerk to her. Who was he kidding? She would never love him.

He walked out of the room without his brothers noticing. When he got out of the bunker, and ten minutes of intense self-blaming passed, he found himself in a beautiful park. His first thought was ‘Has Y/n ever been in here? I bet she would love this place.’

“What is disturbing your mind big bro?”

The archangel turner around to find a busy Gabriel eating a chocolate bar. Michael didn’t speak a word.

“C’mon, tell me.” Gabe insisted, trying to make him say what he –among other angels- already knew.

“Y/n.” The eldest mumbled.

“Y/n what?”

“I… I like her but-”

“Just like her?” The trickster interrupted him with a serious expression painted in his features.

“No. I love her, but she hates me!”

“Why would that be?” He asked rolling his eyes. “Maybe because you are a jerk with her or maybe because you act like a selfish bag of dicks every time she is near.”

“Keep your comments to yourself Gabriel.  I know I’m a… son of a bitch? With her… and I know there is no way in hell, heaven, earth or purgatory to make her love me. But that does not mean that I’m going to stop wishing she was mine!”

Gabe inspected his brother, he looked hopeless and desperate, but more than that, he seemed truthfully in love with the girl. His eyes had that spark, his cheeks were crimson red and… and his expression was a true love poem; if he could just put those words he spoke into actions, damn, Gabriel was sure the girl would fall head over heels in love with him.

“Maybe there is a way.” The younger archangel thoughtfully said. “C’mon big bro, we have some planning to do…”

  Hours later Y/n woke up with her alarm’s help, after her initial concern about why nobody came to wake her as they would usually do, she figured out that the boys should be sleeping and the angels researching.

After stretching, getting up from bed, and doing her morning ritual; she took her books-filled backpack and went to the kitchen for a well-deserved breakfast.

She could hear voices but as she stepped closer to the kitchen’s door, the voices became whispers, until she was in it and the five angels stopped talking at all.

Castiel was in the farthest head of the table, talking to Balthazar who was at his right side; after an empty seat besides Balthazar, Gabriel was sitting eating a chocolate bar as he read a gossip magazine. Lucifer passed in front of her with a warm smile and a cup of coffee in a hand, while with the other he petted her hair as a greeting.

“Hi Cas, Balthazar, good morning Gabe and Luce.” She said with a tired smile looking at them as they reciprocated it and continued with their doings.

“Good morning Y/n.” His voice made her look at her left side, there he was standing next to the coffee machine with a cup for himself in hand.

Suspiciously raising one brow she responded “Good morning Michael.”

He smiled shyly “How did you slept? Would you fancy a cup of coffee before heading to school?”

“Yeah, please. I slept fine, thank you.” She skeptically responded, walking closer to him.

Michael’s smile got wider and happier as he opened the top cabinet and took her favorite cup, pouring the caffeinated substance in it to then prepare it to her liking, with half sugar and some milk.

“Here it goes.” He said as he turned around and gave her the cup. “That’s the way you like it, right?”

“Yeah… am yes, this is how I like it, thanks… again.” She responded, traveling her eyes from the cup to his eyes, getting lost in them with a frown but visibly relaxed.

“It’s okay.” He mumbled as he enjoyed the moment, exploring her eyes as it was the first time he had ever seen them.

Suddenly she realized the quiet of the room and turned her gaze to the four other angels who were intensely watching the scene, before pretending they weren’t.

Clearing her throat, she said “Well, thanks for the coffee, I better get going if I don’t want to lose my test, bye guys, have a nice day.”

The hunter tried to pass next to Michael, but unconsciously, his hand traveled to her arm in a gently movement.

“Hey Y/n… I know you don’t need it, but… good luck.” Then he placed his lips in her left cheek, making her blush at the contact.

“Thanks Michael.” Was the last thing she whispered before running out of the kitchen to get to her car.

Only when he heard her car start, he turned to his brothers who were wearing proud smiles and nodded their approval.

[amostimprobabledream]

Thoughts on ‘Knight of the Seven Kingdoms’

- Tyrion jumping to defend his big bro! <3 - I'm actually really happy with the Sansa/Dany scene where they still don't reconcile? I've seen people like, "Ugh! They should be bonding! This is no time to waste fighting! It's sexist two women are immediately at each other's throats!" And honestly, I think it's sexist that they should immediately get along because they have vaginas?? Like, just because they have a few things in common does NOT mean they should automatically be besties. What are they meant to do, swap stories about being raped by their husbands? Sansa has every reason to be pissed at Dany flouncing into Winterfell and declaring herself to be Queen and Dany has a point about the Northerners disrespecting her when she's trying to help them. (I still feel like Dany was being kind of fake. Like, she was trying to be nice, but what she really wanted was to rant and demand Sansa bend the knee.) - Jaime Jaime JAIME. I love him, agh. He didn't let Dany stamp all over him with "U KILLED MY FATHER!!" because his father fucking deserved it. We know it, he knows it and Dany knows it too. - BRIENNE DEFENDING HER MANS. YES. - Jaime is going to die, guys. I just know it and I'm so sad. This episode was very firmly establishing how much Jaime means to Tyrion and Brienne - Brienne jumped to defend Jaime to Sansa, nearly begging Sansa to give him a chance, which Sansa did because Brienne has always been loyal to her and because without Jaime's help, Sansa wouldn't be sitting in Winterfell now. Meanwhile we had all this ADORABLE Lannister-bro interactions, cementing that when it boils down to it, Jaime loves Tyrion more and cares more about being an honourable guy and upholding his vows. He's going to die in Brienne's arms. :( - Jaime and Tyrion repeating Tyrion's "how do you want to die?" joke from Season One. That was always one of my favourite Tyrion lines, I'm glad it got a nod. - THEON HUGGING SANSA. AGGGHHHH. <3 <3 - Theon volunteering to protect Bran in the Godswood was really sweet and heartbreaking at once. He's been saying for seasons now that he blames himself for the Starks falling, condemning himself for the deaths of the farmboys and obviously tortured about betraying his adoptive family. People reckon he’s totally gonna die now...I’m not 100% convinced. Lots of characters seem to be very happy where they are, but Theon would be cool with dying to protect Bran, so that means he might survive. - I still hate Gendry's buzzcut. - A lot of people are weirded out by the Gendrya scene, but honestly, it was really refreshing that Arya managed to lose her virginity to someone she's loved for a long time, she chose him, he reciprocated and they had pretty tender sex together. Considering the majority of other GoT relationships have been either political marriages, rape or someone buying a whore, a genuine connection was nice. (I'm glad we didn't see Maisie properly nude, though.) - I'm still salty as fuck that we haven't had ANY SanSan scene. Arya is hogging ALL the Sandor, he hasn't even mentioned Sansa. Does he know she's Lady of Winterfell? How does he feel knowing his Little Bird is all grown up? Does Sansa know he's there? I NEED ANSWERS! - Grey Worm is dead. He so is. I don't think Missandei will die, but Grey Worm is fucked. I'm astonished he survived Season Seven, honestly. - Tormund is hilarious as usual. Him calling Jon "my little crow" was just adorable. But he's got no chance against my man Jaime.  - Ghost appeared! :D - Anybody notice Varys was conspicuously absent in this episode? - Dolorous Edd too! He's a character who's probably going to die, since the Knight's Watch is effectively redundant now that there is no more Wall to defend, but it's nice to see him one last time anyway. - Am I the only person in the entire Game of Thrones fandom who doesn't like Lyanna Mormont??? The scene with her and Jorah was quite sweet, but considering how every other female character has had to fight tooth and nail to get the respect they currently have, everybody deferring to this little girl with constant Resting Bitch Face gets my back up. - Davos and Gilly talking to that little girl was so heartbreaking, because you know exactly who Davos was reminded of. At first I thought it was kind of random for Davos and Gilly to share a scene, but then I remembered - Shireen taught them both to read, of course they'd both be reminded of her.  - Sam and Jorah's scene was so adorable. I doubt Jorah will survive, but he gets to die honouring Jeor with Heartsbane and fighting for Dany. So at least he gets to go out how he wants to go. - Also...am I crazy in thinking there might be something more going on with Tyrion? So everybody - and I do mean everybody - is calling him out for stupid he's been to trust Cersei. And even he agrees it was stupid. The fans are all asking why he's suddenly lost his political savvy and social cunning. So I'm wondering...is something else going on? Hear me out - we never heard what Tyrion and Cersei said to each other when he figured out she was pregnant. If she simply told him that she wants to fight for the living because she's pregnant, then why didn't the showrunners just show us that? Why is Tyrion taking all these criticisms like, "Yeah, yeah, I fucked up?" He seems almost blasé about Dany being pissed at him and didn't seem all that shocked that Cersei lied. So, did he strike some kind of deal with her? Did he suss out what she'd done but kept quiet about it so Dany wouldn't flip out and burn King's Landing down right then and there? I don't know, I can't help but think the explanation we've been given is too simple and Tyrion's reactions have been too minor for that to be all there is to the story. - Someone pointed out that the emphasis on how safe the Crypts are means they probably won't be safe. I think it'd be pretty stupid if the Night King somehow managed to resurrect Ned (how's he going to fight when he has no head?) but clearly something's going to go wrong. - Podrick was singing! Wonder if he picked up tips from Bronn?? (Apparently that song was jam-packed with foreshadowing...Jenny was the woman Duncan abdicated for. So...does that mean Jon will abdicate for Dany? Will Dany kill Jon to secure her place on the throne? Will both of them die? Who knowsssss. I’m still 100% convinced the dragons are going down, though.) Ahahaha this next ep will DESTROY me.

[corvid-knight]

Demon Eyes - chapter 7

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13740258/chapters/31831680

Karkat stays asleep until about twenty minutes from the point where you were going to wake him up anyway. He's not nearly as deep as he was yesterday, though; you keep catching half-formed thoughts from him, and when you absently put your hand down on the center console and find his hand already there, he laces his fingers through yours as soon as you brush against him.

Which is fine. You can drive with one hand. You can definitely do that.

When his hand tightens on yours you have to glance over, so you get to see the expression of mingled exasperation and affection on his face. Then he mutters, "Kankri, you can't just—" and opens his eyes, and it's replaced by mild confusion. "Uh."

"You have a nice dream, Karkat?" You squeeze his hand as you ask that, and have to bite your lip to keep from grinning like an idiot when he automatically returns the pressure. "Dreaming about an old boyfriend?"

"Oh fuck no." Karkat snorts out a laugh, tipping his head back and swiping at his hair. "Just my brother—and he'd spend a couple hours explaining why that comment wasn't funny." The grin he flashes at you has sharp teeth, and you know he's doing that on purpose. "It is funny."

"Can't believe a demon would lecture me on morality."

He shrugs. "Well, you'd call him an angel."

"Huh." What, one of you were adopted?

"No. I mean, I guess we could've been, but the fucking genetics are pretty clear even if he went one way and I went the other."

"But a demon and an angel—"

"Dave, do you want to know a secret?" When you nod and glance at him again Karkat grins. He looks so damn pleased with himself. "There's exactly one difference between angels and demons."

If you try and give me a theology lesson I'll kick your ass, 'kat.

"In your dreams, fucker. Does that mean you're not guessing what it is?"

Of course you know what it is. Bro's only told you a couple hundred times. "Demons are descended from the heretic angels who—"

"Nope."

"What?"

"It's fucking aesthetics." When you just stare at the road and try to figure out what the fuck he's talking about, Karkat elaborates. "Kankri and I are both affiliated with the same element—"

"What element?"

"Blood."

"That's not an element."

"It's a composite element. Water, metal—"

"Metal's not an element either."

He huffs and shakes his head at you, claws pricking your hand just the slightest bit. "Water, metal, which is a fucking subcategory of earth, and spirit. Are you going to argue with me about spirit not being one of the elements too?"

"Everybody I know always called it life, but nah, spirit makes more sense. So you're a blood elemental."

"Elementals can only be affiliated with the pure forms, so...no. Plus they're extinct, except for a couple really fucking old ones. I'm a hybrid of a couple different pure elementals, plus whatever else my ancestors thought it was a good idea to fuck—beings like me are almost as common as you humans."

"And your brother—Kankri?" You wait for his nod before you continue. "Kankri's an angel. Which I don't get."

"The only difference between an angel and a demon is our appearance. My true form—"

You can't help but shiver, not from the memory of him but from the memory of your dying brother in his arms. "I saw it."

Are you okay?

"Fine. I'm fine." Thinking about shit.

"Don't do that. And you didn't see my true form, trust me. It's a hell of a lot more demonic that I was going to let you see when you were already hurt and scared to fucking death."

"Isn't any way you look demonic, technically?"

You grin at Karkat's irritated huff. "Shut the fuck up." But he does...something. You don't get how it works, exactly, but for a second you see a sketchy image superimposed over your vision: a figure whose hair is somehow both blood and flames, eyes dripping red lines down his face, huge batlike wings flexing slowly behind him.

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

Karkat frees his hand from yours so he can get ahold of the steering wheel right before you would've let the truck drift out of your lane. "Exactly. Couldn't have you having that reaction or worse, could I?"

"...yeah." Maybe when I'm driving wasn't the best choice of times either, asshat.

"We're still alive and in one piece so it seems okay to me." He smiles innocently at you and lets go of the wheel, letting you put both hands on it again. "Anyway. That's what I'd look like, if I let my true form front. But Kankri, he'd look like a fucking angel, not the biblically accurate ones—"

"Do those actually exist?" The question slips out even though you didn't mean to ask it. You don't know whether you want a yes or a no, but whichever one it is you desperately want to know. Let him prove the whole god thing one way or another.

Except he shrugs. Of course he does. "I don't fucking know, Dave; aren't you hunters the ones who do the religion shit?"

"Some of us."

"...ah." He got a lot out of those three words, you realize. And you have to grin, because you know that he did from one understanding sound. "Kankri has wings too, but they're, you know. Feathery. Halo instead of horns, but then again I have a halo too if you look—"

"Wait, seriously?" Fuck but I want to see it. Maybe touch it.

He starts laughing at that, covering his face with his hands. "Holy fuck, Dave, don't say that to anyone other than me, alright?"

"What?"

"It's a euphemism. Asking to play with someone's halo, that's an invitation to fuck."

"...shit." Your face immediately heats up and you don't dare look over at him. Even though you're trying to keep your thoughts to yourself, you know Karkat's probably getting your panic-filled litany of I fucked up I fucked up I fucked upperfectly clearly. "I, uh..."

"You didn't fuck up, calm down." He pats your shoulder, one quick touch that's gone before you can fixate on it. "It's just words. Like, I've slept with you three times, that doesn't mean we did anything else."

Even if it sounds like it, you think, gritting your teeth to keep yourself from cringing at what it does sound like. "Do me a favor? Don't put it like that. Fucks me up, right now."

"Sorry." He thinks a wave of apology at you to go with the word, and holds out his hand to you, waiting for you to take it. It's a moment before you can do that. "...that's your turnoff, by the way."

"Shit!"

Amazingly, you somehow manage to make the turn without causing a collision. It's kind of a near thing, though, and you're pretty sure that there's a couple of drivers who're absolutely pissed at you now. By the time you get over the unpleasant jolt of adrenalin from that, Karkat's pointing out the driveway you need to pull into.

What the hell am I doing? you ask yourself. Which is a stupid question—you knowwhat you're doing, this isn't even anything hard or dangerous, nothing you should worry about, but fuck. You're still finding it a little hard to breathe normally as you fumble with your seatbelt.

"Dave." Karkat leans over and slips his hand down to hit the button, holding the belt down until you look at him. "It's going to be fine, I swear."

"Yeah." You lean forward and let your forehead rest on the steering wheel, drumming your fingers against the dashboard. "Dude, I'm bringing a fucking demon into a hunters' safehouse; what could go wrong?"

"Do you want me to disappear for a while, instead of coming in with you?"

Fuck no. "...Rose promised me Dirk and the others wouldn't fuck with you, I just..." I'm a fucking anxious idiot, is all.

"Shush." Karkat pulls at your shoulder until you raise your head and see that he's frowning at you. "You're not the one who gets to call yourself an idiot."

"What about if it's true?"

"Then I'll call you an idiot. C'mon, let's go see your cousin." Karkat opens his door, but waits for you to reach for yours before he slides out of the truck.

Halfway to the door you feel a telltale tickle in the back of your mind and grab his arm, pulling him to a stop before he can pass through the spot you did. "There's a barrier—"

"I see it." He tilts his head, eyes going lighter red than you're used to seeing them, and puts his hand out tentatively. If anything happens, you're ready to jerk him back and leave, despite how much you do want to see Dirk and the others.

Nothing does happen. Karkat feels around for a second, glances at you, then shrugs and keeps walking.

There's a doorbell. After you just stare at it for a full minute, Karkat rings it, then steps back from the door. He doesn't reach for your hand, and no way are youreaching for his hand, but damn if you don't wish he was touching you right now.

John opens the door. You were a little bit afraid that you wouldn't remember his face even though it's only been—what, three years? No, a little more than three and a half—but that's one thing you didn't have to worry on. He's taller than you now (goddamnit), black frames on his glasses instead of blue like you remember, but otherwise he looks pretty much the same.

He stares at you for a second, then grins brightly—and his smile is exactly the same—turns his head to yell over his shoulder, "Hey, Dave's here!" and takes one step forward to wrap you up in a tight hug.

Oh, shit. Shit. Instead of reciprocating, you just fucking freeze. Your breath catches, your hands fold into fists at your sides, and you try really fucking hard to not think about the fact that four years ago you would've given pretty much anything for a hug from this guy. Back when he called shit gay and you had a fucking crush, before Bro really started training you, before...before...

"Jesus, John, don't squash him to death." Dirk. That's Dirk. He puts a hand on John's shoulder and pulls him back from you, and you barely keep yourself from sighing in relief as you relax a little. John already looks a little bit concerned; you don't need to make that worse.

"Hey, Dirk." You think the grin you give him is steady. You're pretty sure it is. "We made it."

"Yeah." Your cousin's changed a little more than John. Most of it is how much longer his dark gold hair is—enough that he's got it back in a ponytail, nothing like how Bro wore his—and a new set of tangled scars that just barely peek over the neckline of his shirt. He gives you a minute to look, then grins back and opens his arms.

Him, you can hug. He's family. And you do hug him, maybe not as tightly as John did you, but still pretty damn tight. By the time you pull back, you're grateful for your shades—your eyes are stinging like hell.

Karkat nudges questioningly at your mind, and you nod and reach back to put a hand on his shoulder and pull him forward. "This is, uh." Fuck, you're really close to crying right now. "This is Karkat. Dirk, John—where's—"

"Jake's inside; he was in the middle of something," Dirk answers before you can finish asking. He pulls John back out of the doorway, ignoring the whine that provokes. "C'mon in, I know he wants to see both of you."

Karkat has to push you before you can actually get yourself to move. As soon as you step through the door he's next to you again, taking your hand and squeezing it. Are you okay? he asks silently.

Hey, I made it through John jumping on me, I can handle everything, right?

From his soft growl, Karkat's very aware that you're dodging the question. It makes you tense up again, for fear that either John or Dirk is going to take the sound the wrong way.

Dirk doesn't show any sign of having heard at all, although you know he must have. John looks confused for a second, then grins at Karkat. "Dirk said you saved Dave's life?"

You want to wince. Shit, did I tell him that or did Karkat?

Karkat's hand tightens on yours for a second. All I told him was the truth. "I don't know if that's right. I mean, this wasn't an immediate about-to-fucking-die thing—"

"If I know Bro, you saved his life," Dirk cuts in. "...and thank you. For doing that."

Karkat's head tilts again, as he studies Dirk. "I don't think a hunter's ever thanked me for killing one of their own before." Don't say that, man, don't admit it...

But Dirk just shrugs, spreading his hands. "Well. Usually, people like that don't become hunters, they end up dead or in prison. Think of it as an argument against keeping shit like this as a family business." He focuses on you, instead of Karkat, and gives you a reassuring smile. "Dave, seriously. You can relax; I'm not going to avenge that asshole or whatever you're thinking."

"I'd like to see you try," Karkat mumbles, and looks surprised when John laughs.

"C'mon, if you guys fight then I'm gonna have to play peacemaker and calm Dave down, don't make me do that." He rolls his eyes dramatically, stretching up to wrap his arms around Dirk's shoulders. "And I'm not the one who's good at being the go-between."

"Don't let him lie to you, he does just fine." Dirk smiles and pats John's hands, then extricates himself with a deft twist. "Wouldn't be much of a fight, anyway. He'd knock me out, Jake would come and get upset, when I woke up I'd have a headache and get scolded by both of you at once—"

"Again."

"Yes, John, we all already know I only date guys who're willing to tell me exactly how and when I've fucked up—"

"Wait, what?" That can't possibly be right. "You're, uh...dating John? Or Jake?"

Dirk nods, but clarifies, "And."

"...what?"

"Jake and John." He shrugs a bit. "It works."

There are several things you want to say. What comes out is, "John, you asshole. You told me you were straight." Probably not the most relevant point right now.

Karkat makes a strangled choking sound as he tries not to laugh.

John and Dirk don't even try not to.

And after a second you have to grin at yourself too.