#(<- said while moving trash filled boxes lol)

[ii-zi]

uknow it's bad when u even start slurring in ur brain

[st4rrg1rll]

05.23.22

it’s only 7:30 so it’s a little early to do a daily reflection but i’m sooo bored and felt like writing.

today was good, i overslept again and woke up at 11:30. i wasn’t oversleeping when i was at katie’s really which makes me all the more frustrated that i overslept. im so excited to move out of this apartment, and to have a job to wake up at a normal time for every day. not that i don’t love babysitting, because you know i do, more than anything, but not having to be up until 1:30pm at the latest makes it way too easy to set another hour alarm. though i know the lack of self-discipline is my own fault, lol. there’s just nothing to do! at least it helps curb overeating (because i skip breakfast when i sleep past 11) or over-anything-ing else.

i woke up at 11:30 because i had to meet alex for lunch at dad’s house. he’s finally secured that him and kyle will take over dad’s lease! which is great! we went to zac’s hamburgers, which was pretty good, but overpriced imo. $18 for two cheeseburgers and some fries! i’d expect that at five guys, but who tf is zac’s hamburgers lol. but anyway, then i filled out and signed my lease stuff and paid the first month and security for my new apartment!! i’m so excited!! i can’t wait to move!! only one week 😁😁 i’ve been packing non-stop. even as soon as i got home from katie’s yesterday i resumed putting things into boxes.

i have a good amount of things that need to get done before i move, though. i need to do laundry. maybe i could do it thursday at dads for free. i need to get my oil changed. i need to give dad this jacket back and brennaugh this ball. i need to clean my car lol, including the back. i need to pick up that nature’s miracle stuff and big trash bags. i guess i could do it all thursday. well that makes me feel better.

after i filled out the stuff i needed to, alex and i went to rita’s and we talked about our childhood in the car. i finally escaped feeling like he shuts me down every time i try to talk about it, and we had a good conversation, and nobody cried. it was about aunt maire and me telling her. then i dropped him back off at home at 3 and went to pick up miriam from school, she had to stay late today to do a physics lab. i started reading on of the books i got from the library while i was there. it’s a really sweet and meaningful poetry book about motherhood and adult life and “settling down,” it’s honestly so touching. i wanted to read more of it now but i left it in the car on accident, and i’m too lazy to go get it, but at least i’ll have it tomorrow lol. after i picked miriam up, i went in with her to talk to rebecca about dinner and groceries. we laughed about josh putting all of his groceries on the list even though he was only home for like a week, maybe less, while rebecca deleted them. then i went to the grocery store.

to be entirely transparent, on the way to the store, i contemplated texting josh. only to wish him a good summer semester and express my support, not to start a conversation, as much as i would like to talk to him. i told myself at the light at the intersection that i would do it if i saw a sign, and the sign would be seeing repeating 1s in the grocery store specifically. i always see 11:11 and 1:11 that’s why i picked it. i totally forgot about it until i was checking out, for no reason i had put in my giant card before i started scanning, which i never do, and when i scanned the package of raw chicken, i looked at the screen, which i also almost never do, and there it was. bonus card discount: -1.11, in bold red letters across the screen. so i figured maybe josh needs some encouragement after all, if the universe is saying so.

like i said, i didnt send it to start a conversation, just to express my good wishes and care, but maybe he will start a conversation with me. maybe he’ll want to know what i’m doing this summer.

i’m trying not to think so much about it. which includes forbidding myself to go back and re-read my text sixty times so i can overthink it. trying not to do that, and to stop roping josh into my insecurities. setting boundaries with myself regarding my feelings for him all together.

after i dropped off the groceries, i drove home, and here i am. we don’t really have anything to eat for dinner, so i had some bread from the farmers market and butter, which tastes so much better after its sat out for a little while and has gotten soft.

other than that, i’ve just been on my phone on tumblr or tending to tallulah in one way or another. a very calm day. kat is over with langston. i tried to sell them on getting pizza but they didn’t seem interested, but i think i might bring it up again LOL.

[dongofthewolf]

Hiii! Can I request no.9 from the cliché prompts and fake dating au?

Making Amends

Abby Anderson x Reader

Prompts: 9. “There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling” 18. Fake dating au

Warnings: swearing, fluff, hint of angst, Owen and Mel slander (sry I had to)

No pronouns are mentioned for the reader

Link to the prompt list here

A/N: Both tropes are literally my favourite things ever and it was so fun to write so ty for requesting it. It ended up way longer than I intended so uhhh yeah hope you enjoy LOL (esp if you requested it)!!

“What the hell Abby?! Have you been telling people that we’re dating?” You had cornered Abby into a secluded hallway, trapping her against the wall with your finger on her chest accusingly.

There was a flicker of fear in Abby’s eyes as she chewed on her lip nervously. Abby was considerably stronger than you and you probably looked like a mouse trying to intimidate a lion, but you didn’t care.

Abby couldn’t meet your burning gaze, all she replied with was a prolonged “Uhhhhhh”.

“Abigail Anderson, answer me right now or I swear to God-” It was rare for you to whip out her full name. And maybe it was kind of a cheap move, but it was a cheap move that almost always worked.

“Fine!” Abby interrupted, letting out a short sigh and preparing herself for the worst. “I kind of told Owen we were dating and I'm pretty sure he’s been telling other people.”

She said the words as quickly as possible, closing her eyes like a bomb was about to go off. Your reaction wasn't far off to say the least.

“You what? Why the fuck would you tell him we’re dating?” There was venom in your words and Abby flinched just slightly.

You were angry, incredibly so. You and Abby have always been close friends, or more so you had been until she started dating Owen. At first it was small things; cancelling plans or leaving early because she was busy and you completely understood. It’s not like you didn’t want her to hang out with him, and obviously you wanted her to be happy, but eventually it got to a point where she hardly ever spoke to you. Aside from the occasional greetings in the busy stadium, it was like you guys had never even been friends.

Now, after completely ignoring you for the past months, she decided it was a good idea to tell people that you guys were dating? It only seemed right for you to be pissed off.

“I just... Everyone kept looking at me like some sad puppy dog because I broke up with Owen, which normally I can handle. But every single day I kept getting the same sad fucking looks and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I told them I was seeing someone. I never mentioned your name but they kept prying, and prying and you were the first person that popped into my mind. I’m really sorry Y/N.”

You didn’t say anything at first, instead you looked at Abby without a hint of emotion on your face, and even less in your tone when you did finally speak. “Why didn’t you tell me you guys broke up?”

Abby paused, she didn’t know what response she was expecting but it definitely wasn’t that. “I um, I figured you knew. Pretty much everyone in the stadium knows.”

“Yeah well… I didn’t.” You were quiet. A part of you was angry and annoyed, but another part of you pitied Abby. She had never been one to lie, especially about something as petty as this.

Before you could think of something to say, Abby broke the silence. “Listen, I know you probably hate me right now, but I need to ask you a small favour.”

“Seriously?” You nudged Abby’s chest, pushing her into the wall again. The pity quickly dissipated to nothing, leaving you once again with a seething rage.

“Look, I know things between us haven’t been ideal but-“

“Haven’t been ideal?!” You interrupted, the absolute ignorance in her words tipping you off the edge. “Abby, you threw me away like I was trash! We were friends and you left me to hang out with Owen. I didn’t even know you guys broke up because you don’t tell me shit anymore!”

“I’ll do anything Y/N, okay? I’ll do your laundry, clean your room, I’ll even take your shifts for patrols.” Abby’s hands were on your forearms as she spoke. “Please just do this one thing for me and I’ll spend the rest of my life paying you back.” There was sincerity in Abby’s face, a hint of desperation too.

You paused. What could Abby possibly want so badly that she’d be willing to do all this for you? Even though you were angry at her, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little bit intrigued.

“I’ll do anything Y/N, please. There must be something that you want.” Abby pleaded, absolute seriousness in her eyes.

“What I want is to never see you again.” Your finger was pointed at her chest again, poking her lightly.

Immediately you could see the hurt on Abby’s face. Okay, maybe that was a little bit harsh (and kind of petty) but you weren’t just gonna let Abby off that easily. Not after everything she’s done.

“Fine…” Abby paused to contemplate her next words, wiping the sadness from her face. “Fine, after tonight if you do this thing for me, we’ll never have to see each other again, I promise. I just need you to come to this party with me. We don’t have to talk or hold hands or anything and you can spend the whole night hating me, but I just need you there.”

“I-“ You couldn't do that. You couldn’t just pretend and lie to all of Abby’s friends for a whole night… Could you?

“Please Y/N. It’s embarrassing, okay? When we broke up, Mel immediately jumped in to fill my space. Everyone knew it and I had to pretend like I didn’t care so people would stop treating me like a wounded animal. If they find out I lied about you? I don’t think they’ll ever stop seeing me that way.”

You looked at Abby and felt a tinge of sympathy, she looked so sad and desperate, and for a second you even considered it. One night couldn’t hurt, right? Wait, no.

You mentally slapped yourself, trying to snap yourself out of it. You were not going to give in that easily. Nope. This was Abby, the same girl who threw away your friendship like it was nothing, and you were not going to let her use you like this. Not even while she’s looking at you with those sad, blue eyes. Nope, you’re mad, you’re angry, you’re-

“Fine.” Fuck.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Abby’s eyes lit up as she wrapped her arms around you, lifting you into the air while she let out a breath of relief.

What did you just get yourself into?

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“I can sleep on the floor, it's really no problem.” Abby offered, there was a slight nervousness in her tone as she stood in front of you shifting her weight on the balls of her feet.

“Abby, that’s stupid. It’s not like I’m infected or something.” You huffed, reaching for the box of matches to light the candle next to you.

Sometime after the party there had been a power outage and the entire WLF base went lights out. Meaning there was no heat and most annoyingly, no lights.

After a night of uncomfortable looks and even more uncomfortable conversations in which you spent most of the party trying to avoid Abby’s friends, she was walking you back to your room when everything suddenly went dark.

The both of you practically crawled to your room before you could locate a light source of some kind. It had been an hour since the power went out and you insisted that Abby sleep in your room, for… safety purposes.

You shook the match till it was out, suddenly you were thankful for impulse buying those candles last week.

“It’s fine, I’ll just crawl halfway across the stadium until I find my room. No biggie.” You couldn’t tell if she was joking, but something in you felt like she would actually do it if you didn’t insist she stay here.

You sighed. “Just sleep here Abs, it’s easier and I’m offering. Plus, I don’t need you army crawling across the entire WLF base. It’s hard on the arms, even for someone as strong as you.”

“You think I’m strong?” Abby smiled teasingly and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, looking away as you tried to hide the small grin on your face. God, it was hard to stay mad at Abby.

“Shut up and take the bed.” You could tell Abby was reluctant but she still plopped herself onto your bed. She sat awkwardly on the edge, unsure of how this was going to work.

You tried to ignore Abby’s weird energy as you buried yourself beneath the covers. It took a minute for her to actually lay down in the bed but when she did, she was careful to keep her distance. It was pretty funny (and pretty cute) how unsure she was.

After a few minutes of silence you heard Abby whisper your name softly, almost like she wasn’t sure if you could hear her.

Nuzzling your nose into your pillow you whispered back a small “Yeah?”.

“Thank you.” You could hear the genuity in Abby’s voice, how grateful she was for such a simple act and suddenly it hit you, you didn’t want her to leave you alone. You missed this—missed Abby.

Instead of responding you nudged her foot lightly with yours. It was something you guys had done as kids, like a silent way of saying “I’m here.”. Under the dinner table with the Fireflies or during training when you first joined the WLF; it was an unspoken thing between the both of you. An action that spoke much louder than words possibly could.

The both of you laid on opposite ends of the bed, your backs turned to each other. You shifted under the sheets before finally finding a comfortable position, you fell asleep that night to the steady sound of Abby’s breathing.

—

You were first to wake up, confusion washing over you when you felt your head rising and falling. Why the hell was your pillow moving? Then it hit you; it wasn’t the bed moving, it was Abby. Your head lay resting on Abby’s chest, her arm over your back while your limbs were wrapped around her like a giant stuffed animal. The sound of her beating heart was soft in your ears and you could feel her breath coming out in steady increments, blowing lightly against your head.

You weren’t sure what to do about your compromising position. It was already too late for you to leap out of her arms and a large part of you didn’t want to move anyways. So you decided to pretend to sleep until she woke up. That way you wouldn’t have to decide what to do, she would.

Abby woke up shortly after you, you could tell she was awake by the way her breath hitched in her throat upon noticing how you guys were situated. However, instead of jumping out of the bed in a panic, Abby didn’t move either, and it took everything in you to not open your eyes.

After a few moments of stillness, you almost thought she had fallen back asleep. It wasn’t until you felt a light touch on your temple that you realized she was awake. The touch so light you nearly missed it when Abby brushed a small strand of hair away from your face.

Then slowly, Abby pried you off of her and you nearly let a small groan slip from your lips when you felt the absence of her warmth. She gently rolled you over, covering you with the blanket before walking into the bathroom.

That’s when it happened: the ache. A sharp, jarring ache in your heart that you only felt with her— that you haven’t felt since the two of you were best friends. It had left you when you and Abby stopped talking, but it returned just the same when you witnessed the tenderness of her actions. You never thought to put a name to this feeling (and maybe a part of you didn’t want to), but it was near impossible to ignore it.

You couldn’t possibly be harbouring secret feelings for Abby, right? You tried to distract yourself from these thoughts, it was way too early to be worrying about these things.

Feigning tiredness you rolled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. You knocked on the door and when Abby opened it you noticed she was in the process of redoing her braid.

You leaned against the doorway as you watched her skilled fingers work. “Abs?”

“Hm?” She replied as she tied off the end of her braid.

“I didn’t really mean what I said to you last night… about never wanting to see you again. I’m sorry.” You picked at your thumb anxiously, eyes wandering around the room, looking anywhere but at Abby.

Abby turned to face you, letting the braid fall to her side. “You don’t have to apologize Y/N, I deserve it. I didn’t even hesitate to leave you when Owen and I started dating, and I was-“

“Stupid?” You finished for her, looking up from the floor to meet Abby’s gaze.

“Stupid. And for what it's worth, I’ve really missed hanging out with you Y/N, even if it is under these circumstances.”

“You know… I think I know a way you can make it up to me, if you’re still up for it?” Abby looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you noticed the corner of her mouth curling into a small smile.

“Oh yeah? What would that be?”

“You see, there’s this guy that’s been trying to ask me out for weeks even though I keep rejecting him.” You gave Abby a tiny grin as you continued. “Well, maybe if he found out I was dating a certain soldier who could pound his ass into the ground, then he’d leave me alone.”

Abby nodded her head nonchalantly as she took a small step towards you, crossing her arms across her chest. “You know what’s crazy? I think I have just the person for you.”

[yelenasdog]

moving out, moving on (mitch rapp x fem reader)

genre: fluff

summary: mitch and reader are taking another step towards mitch moving on, and it’s bittersweet.

words: 2.2k

warnings: drinking wine, kinda suggestive at times, talks abt katrina, mitch being emotional, my writing being melodramatic LOL

a/n: so. this was written during an all nighter that went to 7 am where i was listening to nicki minaj and eminem (???) for a good duration of it so. i’m very sorry if this is wonky at times! i hope u enjoy either way! mwah 

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The early morning rays streamed through thin fabric, draped above the assassin's window. Dust particles floated about, becoming visible within the section of light cast from the sun. The birds perched outside the small apartment tweeted happily from their branch, their songs beautiful. 

Though, they were quite pesterous to the pair that lay together, wrapped in gray sheets. They reveled in the heat provided by the soft blanket, but even more so by the warmth from their joint bodies.

A mop of dark brown hair stirred, bringing one hand up to softly rub his eyes with his knuckle, the other hand snaking around the waist of the woman peacefully sleeping beside him. He watched with fond eyes as she lightly groaned, rolling to face away from the invasion of bright, turning towards her love. 

Mitch smiled down at her sleepy behavior, reaching out and brushing stray hairs from her forehead. He reluctantly retracted it only moments later, forcing himself out of bed to go and prepare the two of them for their big day as best he knew how: Coffee.

His sock clad feet dragged across the hardwood as he went, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and groggy-ness (a word Y/n had donned as her own, and Mitch had caught on to) still very prevalent in his entire system. 

The Rhode Island air was frigid this time of year, Mitch allowing a grin to break out on his face upon remembrance of two nights previous, just how cold Y/n had been in the arena of the Providence Bruins hockey team. Nose pink, donned in a beanie proudly showing the team's logo, well, he had found himself a new lockscreen.

He shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of said groggy-ness, his body on autopilot as it made the beverages. He picked out her favorite mug from the cupboard (AKA a souvenir from Dubai he had picked up long ago) that she had adopted as her own, drinking out of it every time she would spend the night, almost like clockwork. He waited for his coffee beans to brew, scratching his stubble along his jaw. He flinched, though, when he felt two arms wrap around his middle. He quickly relaxed into the embrace upon realization of who the supposed assailant was, her head finding its way to rest on his bare shoulder.

“You scared me, there.” Mitch muttered, his larger hand inching towards her’s on his waist. He closed his eyes in content and she hummed in acknowledgment. Mitch allowed her to turn his figure to face her, still residing in her arms, seeing a bright smile plastered across her face.

“Only for a minute though, right?”

She laughed to which he chuckled in response, nodding in false surrender. “You’ve got me there, Y/n/n.” He mused, his eyes lighting up at the sound of the coffee machine beeping. He looked back to her, shrugging.

“I made you coffee, was gonna bring it to you in bed but, y’know.” He gestured to where she had now climbed up to sit on top of his counter, his sweatshirt around her that read “Brown University” across the front in large lettering pooling around her thighs.

“It’s alright, I need to get a move on anyway.” She smiled, hopping down to retrieve the mug, taking the warm ceramic from Mitch’s hands and sighing at the wondrous feeling that had spread through her whole body. She lifted it to her lips and drank, not surprised that her boyfriend had made it just the way she liked, to perfection. 

“Thank you, baby.” She commented, reaching up to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. Her lip curled as she pulled away, Mitch already knowing what she was going to say, a laugh bubbling up in his throat.

“Mitch! Go brush your teeth, for the love of God!” She whined, watching as he scampered off towards the bathroom, snickering all the way. She rolled her eyes, downing the rest of her beverage before following where Mitch had gone.

Once in the bathroom after rinsing her and Mitch’s mugs, she tied her hair up, undressing and turning on the water (practically scalding hot, of course). Mitch had no objections to the temperature, though, seeing as it was his last time showering with her in that apartment, and in that apartment, period. 

The whole thing felt very symbolic to Y/n, at least, seeing it as washing themselves clean for the next phase of their lives together, a sort of preparation. (Maybe not so much for Mitch, who really was just pleased for any excuse to see his girlfriend naked.)

They used generous amounts of soap, as not only were most of them nearly empty (in fact, a few were and if it weren’t for Y/n, they probably all would be), but also that they had decided to simply just buy new toiletries as a whole for their new place.

They giggled at the sight of each other, all lathered in bubbles and suds. Mitch reached a finger forward, wiping it from above her eyebrows and preventing it from falling into her eyes. Y/n brought her arms around his neck, her lips connecting with his. “Much better.” She regarded with a smirk, before leaning back in.

Nearly 40 minutes later, they both emerged from the shower, fresh faced and ready for the day ahead. He didn’t have a lot that needed to be packed up, given that his place came fully furnished, so it took all but 2 hours and 5 boxes to pack up Mitch Rapp’s life. It honestly might have taken even longer than originally would have been needed, as Y/n would stop every time she found something interesting, allowing Mitch to tell her all about whatever stories had been connected to the item.

It had started with the ridiculous bird lamp that sat on his bedside table, once belonging to Mr. Nazir, and ended with his lacrosse stick. (And, a promise that one day, he’d show her how to play. He swore he’d never seen her smile that big.)

They also threw away and donated a lot, some of Kat’s old stuff bringing a pained smile to his face as he would place it in a box simply labeled “Kat” in messy, thick letters. He wasn’t sure if the box would end up in his new closet, covered in dust and unopened, or back with her family. But either way, he wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye to her completely, which Y/n was able to understand.

“Mitch? Did you pack away your coats already?” Y/n called out, opening up the closet near the front door. Her breath slightly hitched in her throat upon seeing all of the photos of Mansur, still pasted to the painted wood, the edges curling up. 

“Nah, not yet, I was gonna handle that while you worked on the cupboards” He responded, busying himself with a text from Irene on his phone wishing him good luck. He looked up and saw what she had been asking about, his phone quickly sliding into his pocket as he made his way over to where she stood, visibly distressed. 

“How long have these been here?” She questioned, feeling Mitch’s arms wrap around her shoulders. She brought her hands up to grasp onto his wrists, leaning backwards into him and biting into her lip.

“Since the beach, when I decided to go after Mansur. When everything happened with the CIA, it was kind of a whirlwind, I didn’t really have enough time to even think about taking it down when I was only even here for hours at a time.” He lightly chuckled, watching as she stepped forward and began to take the pictures down, crumbling them up in her hands. 

She ran her fingertips over the indents left in the door, feeling the splinters against them. She turned back to Mitch, quipping how “Mr. Nazir won’t be too pleased about that.” 

He smiled, joining her in taking all of the images down, ripping them or balling them up in his fists. All of them ended up in one of the old Target bags they had been using for trash, filling up an entire bag (minus a few Dunkin cups sitting at the bottom).

Mitch trailed a few tender kisses down the left side of her next, and though it sounds cheesy, a feeling of hopefulness flooded himself out of most of the bitterness that had been stuck inside for so long. 

She turned her head to catch his lips with her own, and smiled into the kiss, her hand finding the back of his head. She lightly tugged on the chocolate colored strands and he groaned in content, to which her grin only widened. She pulled back, ruffling the top of his head before beginning to pack away the remnants of what was left in the closet. He rolled his eyes, following suit.

They had piled all of the boxes into the back of Mitch’s old decommissioned CIA vehicle (which was obvious that is was such, given that the side was littered with bullet holes and metallic scratches), returned the key to Mr. Nazir (who was glad to see Mitch go), and with that, they were off.

The new place wasn’t too far away, the pair taking a page out of Stan’s book and opting for a wonderful sense of privacy. It was nestled in a rural corner of Massachusetts, where Mitch would be able to come home to a sense of serenity. Y/n had already moved in her possessions, Mitch’s items being the last step. They’d also furnished the cozy cabin, trips to IKEA and Urban Outfitters (along with several other over-priced boutiques) making the place feel like a perfect fit for the couple.

Mitch’s strange and varied knick knacks made the house feel like a home, his lacrosse stick finding a new home by the front door, right under a hanging potted plant that Y/n and Mitch had decided to affectionately name “Charles” after a drunken night watching the X-Men movies. The house was littered in plants such as Charles, in fact, with Mitch’s first response to seeing all of them being “Wow, looks like a greenhouse in here.”

(Still, he’d grown to love the plant babies. Trust me.)

Two tired smiles made their ways to their faces as they both sat on their new sofa, admiring a job well done. Though several boxes still lay on the hardwood, unopened, they felt accomplished enough to pull out a bottle of wine that they had been saving for the occasion. It was an early housewarming gift from Stan, to which they were unprepared to take advantage of, it seemed.

“Baby, did we unpack the wine glasses earlier?” Mitch questioned, his mind slightly foggy of the day's events and early start.

“No, I think they’re still packed up.” She replied, to which Mitch’s eyes lit up, an idea forming and an imaginary lightbulb popping up over his head. He got up from his seat, a wide smile spreading across his face. Her expression mirrored his own, with an added quirked brow at his antics.

“I’ve got a solution, wait here.” Mitch responded, padding over to where he had remembered the new home of the mugs to be. Upon realization of what he was doing, Y/n smiled, rolling her eyes and bringing a hand up to run through her roots.

He shuffled back over moments later, his girlfriend recognizing one of the mugs in his hands as her favorite. He sat down next to her, with the bare skin of her thighs touching his own, jean clad. He bumped his knee to hers with a giggle, pouring out the Pinot Grigio into the mugs. 

She gratefully accepted it as it was handed to her, smiling as she took a sip. Mitch did the same, the two of them leaning back into the soft sofa. Y/n brought her legs up, cuddling into his side and absorbing his warmth. He brought his free hand to her side, a strong hold giving them both a strong sense of comfort as she lay her head on his shoulder.

The box labeled “Kat” remained unpacked along with the others on the floor, dust already beginning to gather. Mitch had come across it a few times that day, each time more thoughtful than the last as he struggled to decide what it was exactly he was feeling towards the objects; or perhaps towards the memory of Katrina.

He had come to realize that it was acceptance he felt, deep in his stomach, settling down. It had been brought upon him in totality over time, today’s events being the final step. A soft smile spread across Mitch’s face, a single tear falling from his eye. Y/n looked up, eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“Mitch, are you alright?”

He leaned down, connecting their lips in a watery yet nectarous kiss, his hand beginning to rub small circles on her shoulder. 

“Yeah, Y/n/n.” 

The fire they had built earlier was roaring, now, casting a warm glow across the pair’s features. The damp trail down his cheek was highlighted, nearly glistening on his skin like an amber. 

“I’m doin’ just fine.”

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ok btw ik that wine in mugs would be a horrible idea but this is fiction so SHUSH

anyway i hope yall enjoyed! i love writing for mitch and i have lots of future fics for him, so if u liked this, please reblog and follow if ya wanna. mwah, go drink water and have some protein <333

 xx hj

[qianinterprises]

WayV Reactions: you get mad at them over something trivial

Pairing(s): WayV x mostly gn!reader (I think Kun's is the only one with a written female reader. The others should be gender neutral).

Genre: angst, fluff (happy ending)

Warnings: couples arguments, yelling, angry reader

Word Count: 3k

Author's Note: Thank you so much for the request!!! I had so much fun writing this, although I will admit I had to look up "trivial things to fight about" so nothing would be repeated lol! I have no idea why most of these take place in the kitchen lol, it just seems like a place of arguments. I hope this is what you wanted!! I hope you enjoy!! 💕💕

Tagging: @treasuretaeil

Kun:

Originally posted here

"How about Dandelion?" Kun asked from his spot on the couch, absentmindedly flicking through the large book of names clasped in his fingers.

An audible gasp left your lips. You turned, wide eyes to stare at him, completely flabbergasted.

"You want to name our daughter WHAT?" you snapped.

Dandelion? Of all the names in the big book, he had to choose the name of a damned weed!

Kun shut the book and turned to stare at you with an eyebrow raised, not expecting your tone to be as harsh as it was.

With you expecting a baby girl in a few months, you and your husband had set to attempting to pick out a name, which proved to be a little more difficult than you had anticipated. You just couldn't seem to agree on a name, which, until now, had been fine. You were both generally easy going people who hardly ever fought, so as your face flushed with anger, Kun was at a loss.

"I just thought it'd be cute," Kun defended, voice gentle.

You could tell he was trying not to anger you further, but you balled your hands into angry fists.

"Well why don't we just call her a useless weed and be done with it! See how that affects her mental health!" you yelled.

You didn't know why you were so angry, or why you were taking that anger out on your sweet husband who had done nothing but take care of you throughout your pregnancy.

You blamed your hormones.

"Babe, please calm down."

Kun's voice was gentle and soft as he reached out for you, and although you were still seething with anger, the second his arms wrapped around your middle, you could feel it dissipating, leaving you to apologize.

"Kun, I'm sorry for-"

"Shh, there's no need my love," he whispered.

How did you ever get so lucky.

Ten:

Originally posted here

Ten hardly ever got a day off. With WayV and the occasional comeback with NCTU, plus all the variety shows and vlives the boys did, you hardly got to spend time with him, but you knew what you'd gotten yourself into when you'd started dating. You knew nights together were going to be few and far between, so when he'd asked you over to the dorm one afternoon, you'd jumped at the chance, eager to see your boyfriend after so long. However, if you'd known what it would be like, you would have stayed home.

Ten's phone chimed again, not long after he'd placed it down in favor of wrapping his arm around you while the movie played on the tv. His phone had been going off every few minutes, and despite your sliding closer or attempting to distract him, he couldn't seem to stop from responding, spurring on the messages further.

You didn't question whether he was texting some tramp. You knew he'd never do that to you, plus, he was constantly showing you some funny photo or meme that Johnny had sent, making you chuckle, although you couldn't help but to resent Ten's tall friend for distracting your boyfriend.

Finally, as he removed his arm to grab his phone and text Johnny back, you snapped.

"Can you put the damn phone away! If I would have known you'd do nothing but text, I wouldn't have come!"

Ten paused mid text before dropping his phone on the couch.

"He's my best friend, (y/n)! I'm not just going to ghost him!"

You huffed.

"I'm not asking you to ghost him! I'm asking you to spend time with me without the phone!" you hissed.

Ten sighed and picked his phone back up. With a grumble, you got off the couch, preparing to go home, not wanting to watch a movie with your boyfriend if your boyfriend didn't want to be there with you. However, as you moved to grab your coat, he tackled you onto the couch, caging you in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I promise, for the rest of the day, it's just you and me. No more texting."

You looked at him skeptically, but as he held off his phone, switched off, you sighed and wrapped your arms around him.

"I missed you," you mumbled.

"I missed you too," he replied, kissing the top of your head.

WinWin:

Originally posted here

You had never been the kind of person to rely on anyone. You liked doing things on your own, relying on no one, and thus, many of your friends labeled you "stuck in your ways" because, despite having a boyfriend who'd bend over backwards for you, you couldn't bare to let him do anything for you.

This had spurred on quite a few minor arguments, especially when said boyfriend was the worlds sweetest guy who just wanted you to rely on him for more than a warm chest to snuggle against.

"Why won't you let me help you?" he'd asked several times.

Your answer was always the same.

"Because I can do it on my own."

You never meant to make him feel dejected, but as you opened the kitchen cabinet to grab out your favorite coffee mug, you found that maybe, your boyfriend had a little more of a mean streak than you gave him credit for, and this morning, without your daily caffeine, it really pissed you off.

"Dong Sicheng!" you yelled, anger filling your veins.

Apparently, at some time during the night, your boyfriend had snuck out of bed and rearranged your cabinets, moving everything up one shelf higher, so now, instead of the highest self being the only vacant place, now the bottom shelf was vacant. You were decently tall, but you couldn't reach the highest shelf. You doubted anyone who wasn't 6 foot tall could reach, and of course, on the highest shelf, was all of your coffee mugs.

"Yes?" Sicheng asked from behind you.

You spun around in a whirl, his shirt, that fit you more like a dress, flowing out at the sudden movement.

"What the fuck did you do! Everything was perfect! I could reach everything! Why the hell did you move it!" you snapped.

You glared at him as he tried to hide a small smirk, leaning closer to the counter as he reached up, grabbing your favorite coffee mug, and placing it on the counter for you.

This only pissed you off more.

"What the fuck Sicheng!"

"You never let me do anything for you! The power goes out, you fix the fuse box. Your car breaks down, you take it to the shop. You want coffee, you grab the mug out of the cabinet. You don't let me do anything for you!"

You could see his point, you honestly could, and maybe that's why your fury died down a little.

"Sicheng, I'm independent. I don't need you to do anything for me. I can do it on my own."

"That's what you always say! But I'm your boyfriend! I want to do stuff for you!"

With a sigh, you shook your head. Maybe he was right. Relationships were about give and take, push and pull. He let you help him with things and you hadn't returned the favor. Maybe it was time to bend.

"Fine. Keep the mugs up there, but damnit Sicheng, when I call for you to get me a mug, you better come running."

With a smile, he leaned close to press a kiss to your lips.

"Promise. "

Lucas:

Originally posted here

Having a live in boyfriend was fun, nothing you'd ever experienced before. Suddenly, you had someone to share your bed with, someone to cook for, someone to open pickle jars when you couldn't.

However, it also meant extra time cleaning. Especially when your boyfriend apparently didn't know the use of a welcome mat. Plus, he wasn't the cleanest person in the world, and that fact became evident as you walked into the kitchen to grab a drink and found two bottle caps and a candy wrapper sitting on the counter, forgotten.

"Seriously Yukhei," you muttered under your breath.

You threw the trash in the bin and opened the refrigerator, hoping for a nice glass of milk before bed. Your eyes landed on the milk carton. Happily, you lifted the carton out of the fridge only to realize that it was empty. You certainly hadn't been the one to place an empty milk carton back in the fride.

"Yuhkei!" You yelled to your boyfriend who was already cuddled up in bed.

You waited for him to make his way into the kitchen, but the longer you waited, the angrier you got.

When he did finally walk inside, he was met with your fixed glare.

"What'd I do?"

"First, you leave your trash on the counter, then you put an empty carton back in the fridge! Do you NOT know where the damn trash can is?!"

Yukhei raised his hands in defense.

"I forgot!" he whined.

You groaned. You'd definitely heard that one before.

"You always forget Yukhei! How hard is it to put your trash where it belongs!" you whine, glare still fixed on him.

"And... just so we're clear... an empty milk carton doesn't go back in the fridge?" he asked.

You threw the milk carton at his head, although you weren't planning on hitting him. As he ducked, the carton hit the floor. He was trying to be funny, and you hated to admit that it was working as a smile cracked across your lips.

"There it is! There's that beautiful smile I love!" he cooed, moving closer and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Shut up Yukhei!" you grumbled, pushing against his chest lightly.

He wasn't having it. He pulled you closer and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"I promise I'll start putting my trash in the bin," he whispered.

You knew it was an empty promise. Tomorrow morning, you'd wake up to more bottle caps and candy wrappers on the counters. Yukhei could be infuriating. But you loved him despite his lack of cleanliness.

Xiaojun:

Originally posted here

(This image has nothing to do with the reaction, I just had to include it lol)

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BE-*

That was the sound you'd been hearing every ten minutes for the past hour as your husbands hand slammed into the alarm clock for the sixth time. You grumbled and rolled over, once again awoken by his horrible habits.

This wasn't unusual. Dejun tended to set 15 alarms before he'd finally get out of bed and start his day, which, by that point, was usually when your own alarm clock would start going off and you'd wake up groggy and cranky, having just lost an hour and a half of peaceful sleep because your husband coudn't seem to get his ass out of bed in the morning.

"Why do you need so many fucking alarms! It's fucking stupid! Just set it for the time you actually need to be up!" you growled, not opening your eyes as you buried your face in the pillow, hoping to get back to sleep.

"I can't wake up that fast," came his mumbled response.

You huffed. It was always the same answer, but it never made much sense to you. Why couldn't he just get out of bed like a normal fucking person.

Alas, you didn't respond as sleep once again tugged at your consciousness, lulling you back to sleep beneath the warm blankets before-

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

"GET THE FUCK UP!!"

"Five more minutes," he grumbled.

Five more minutes and you'd have to hear the infuriating sound of that damned alarm clock?! Fuck that.

You had had enough. Your sleep was important to you and being woken up two thousand times with a damn alarm clock before your husband finally dragged his tired ass out of bed was not helping your sleep in any way.

In a fit of anger and irritation, you pressed a sock covered foot against the middle of Dejun's back and pushed, affectively kicking his body out of bed, his body hitting the cold ground with a thump before he knew what happened.

"Hey! What was that for!" he snapped.

"Your up now," you grumbled, rolling back over and pulling the blankets over your head.

You could hear him grumbling something along the lines of "why do I love your psychotic ass" before the shower turned on.

Hendery:

Originally posted here

You let out a groan as the title of another horror movie appeared on the television screen as you cuddled next to your boyfriend. You hated horror movies, a fact he knew well. The ones that didn't make you have nightmares were generally so silly and irritating you'd spend the entire moving staring at the time. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, absolutely loved horror films, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when you sat down for your weekly movie night at his place and found a horror movie coming on, which wouldn't have been an issue if you hadn't watched horror movies the last five weeks in a row.

"Can't we watch something else," you complained.

"It's just one move (y/n), you'll be ok."

You groaned. He never listened, too enthralled in his own excitement for the movie.

You didn't have a problem with the fact that he liked this genre, but he could just as easily watch it with Ten or YangYang, or, if he really wanted to torture his leader, Kun. You, on the other hand, somehow always seemed to get stuck watching them.

"We've watched these five weeks in a row," you whined.

"Shh."

That was the last straw. He wasn't even willing to listen to you!

With a huff, you got off the couch and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, switching off the movie and turning to glare at him.

"You know I don't like horror! Yet for the past several weeks we've done nothing but watch it! When are we going to watch something I want to watch?!" you snapped, hands balling into fists.

You could tell Kunhang was taken aback back your outburst as he floundered to find a response. You expected him to bite back, adding fuel to your fire by saying something along the lines of 'I work so much! Why can't we watch what I want!' But to your great surprise, his face just dropped.

"I like the way you hold onto me," he said softly.

You squinted.

"Huh?"

He sighed and sat up straighter, putting the bowl of popcorn on the table.

"You always cling to me when a part scares you. Sometimes you even jump into my lap and I like that. I like protecting you..."

As his voice trailed off, you sighed, anger evaporating. You sat down on the couch next to him and took his hand.

"I don't mind that sometimes, but not all the time," you said. "Besides, wouldn't you rather make out while watching a romance movie?" you smirked.

He paused at the suggestion, seeming to weigh his options in his mind before flicking the television back on and searching up the sappiest romance movie he could find.

With a grin, you sat back on the couch and discreetly coated your lips in cherry chapstick while he found a movie.

YangYang:

Originally posted here

Your feet and back ached as you walked through the door to your apartment after an exceptionally long shift at the diner you worked at part time. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed with your loving boyfriend and go to sleep in his arms. However, as you laid eyes on Jeno and Jaemin sitting beside YangYang with some game loudly playing from the tv, you couldn't help but groan.

"I'm home," you called tiredly, biting back the urge to grumble about games as you made your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and maybe a sugary snack.

As soon as you flicked on the light, you couldn't fight the irritation as your eyes met three empty pizza boxes stacked carelessly on the stove and a mountain of plates, cups, and bowls you'd begged YangYang to take care of that morning.

"YangYang!" you snapped, teeth gritting as you found the trashcan, also filled to the brim, waiting to be taken out.

You heard mumbling from the living room followed by an absence of firing guns, meaning they'd paused the game. YangYang walked into the kitchen, eyebrows raised as if he had no idea why you'd called for him.

"What the fuck Yang! I ask you to do the dishes, they're not done! Taking the trash out is your job anyway and it's piled sky high! And those fucking pizza boxes don't belong on the damn stove! What did you do today?! Sit on your ass while I was slaving away!" you yelled.

In hindsight, you probably shouldn't have picked a fight with YangYang's buddies in the next room, but your tired brain could take no more.

"I had to practice and they just got here an hour ago! Don't go snapping at me when you just as easily could do the dishes now!" he snapped back.

"Why should I have to! I've been working all day! You could have done the dishes before they got here! Hell, I wish you would have!"

"Excuse me for not being a clean freak!"

You blew out a huff of air and squeezed your eyes shut.

"Whatever, just go play your damn game."

You turned away from him and moved to the sink, starting the water and pouring in a good squirt of dish soap before grabbing a sponge and getting ready to wash the dishes before a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, a face nuzzling into your neck.

"I'm sorry I didn't do the dishes baby," YangYang whispered softly.

You didn't respond as he pulled the sponge out of your hand.

"Go to bed. I'll do the dishes and then come join you," he whispered.

It was a fast change of heart, but one you were thankful for. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before making your way toward your shared room, not missing the way Jeno and Jaemin bolted from the apartment before YangYang roped them into helping.

[franniebanana]

CQL Rewatch - Ep 21

Note: I will be critical of Jiang Cheng in these posts. If you can’t handle that, please feel free to scroll on.

I really like this hug. I mean, if you've been reading these from the beginning, you know how much I love wangxian, but I'm really glad that Wei Ying's first actual hug after returning from the Burial Mounds is with Jiang Yanli. I'm not counting the hug with Jiang Cheng, because Wei Ying didn't hug him back. That hug was thrust upon him and he did not reciprocate. This reunion is very sweet, and tear-filled, and if I hadn't been up since 3 am, I might be feeling enough to shed a tear, myself. That being said, it's hilarious how they keep showing Jiang Cheng in the middle, looking awkward as he tries to balance joy and sadness. I get what the director had in mind, but it just looks weird lol.

But this part is also super sad, because Wei Ying again makes a promise he can't keep: that the three of them will be together forever. Now, I realize that if you hadn't read the novel or weren't familiar with the story, you should already know from the first two episodes that things do not turn out well for the three of them. However, if you're like me and have the memory of a goldfish, you probably didn't realize who everyone was in the first two episodes and even if you did, you've already forgotten long ago that Jiang Cheng was pissy and angry around Wei Wuxian and that Wei Wuxian's inner monologue reveals to us that JIang Yanli is dead. All that being said, his line about staying together forever hits a lot differently when you're very aware of how the story turns out, because Jiang Yanli dies, Jiang Cheng grows to hate Wei Wuxian more and more every day, and Wei Wuxian, of course, defects to save the Wens from slaughter. I think "let's stay together forever" is something you say and mean, but something that you know can't ever truly be. I think Jiang Yanli is old and wise enough to know that she will eventually marry and leave Lotus Pier, even though she will resist it for a while. The rest is uncertain, but I think at this point, Wei Wuxian really does believe and want to stay with the Yunmeng siblings and to stay at Jiang Cheng's side as he leads the Yunmeng Jiang Sect.

I will never not be heartbroken by this scene--even knowing how everything turns out--by how Lan Wangji looks at Wei Wuxian, how if things had been different in Yiling, he would have gone into that room and greeted him, how Wei Wuxian would have smiled at him and beckoned him inside, how they would have sat and Wei Wuxian would have talked Lan Wangji's ear off, like old friends. It's just so upsetting to me, and I can't ever shake that feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know what happens, but these two episodes, until they reconcile, really get to me. It's a horrible feeling when you want to help someone, but they don't see it as helping, and they only get upset with you. I deal with that on an almost daily basis, and I wouldn't wish that feeling on anyone. I really identify with Lan Wangji here, and I think that's why I get such a visceral reaction to seeing him like this.

I don't know if I've said this, but Lan Wangji is my favorite character in CQL and in every adaptation of this story. He is kind of my perfect character--he checks off all the boxes: one-sided love, pining, standing by the main character no matter what, practically abandoning his own family for the person he loves. I love that he has an almost child-like innocence, but he's still very wise; he's smart; he's strong; he has a strict moral code and he sticks to it without fail, even if it means going against his friends and family; he's a loner, but he loves deeply. When I first started watching the donghua and reading the novel, I liked Wei Wuxian the best, and he's still my second favorite character, but Lan Wangji has stolen my heart.

Of course, Wei Wuxian goes to this awkward dinner party, after spending three months around ghosts (and then killing a shit-ton of Wen soldiers), and all he can think about is that empty seat behind him, the one where Lan Wangji should be sitting. It's interesting how the Yunmeng siblings each react: Jiang Yanli starts to become concerned and commits it to memory. She's probably wondering why Lan Wangji isn't there, and then seeing how Wei Wuxian wistfully stares at the empty seat, she finds it even more unsettling. Jiang Cheng just seems embarrassed by Wei Wuxian here and his motivation is to get Wei Wuxian back on track so he doesn't make fools of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect in front of the other leaders. He obviously knows what happened between Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, and I don't think he's bothered by it at all. He doesn't seem to care whether they're friends or not, and I'd say that even at this point, he'd prefer if Lan Wangji stayed out of Wei Wuxian's life altogether. He knows how close they were, and I think he also knows that Wei Wuxian would choose Lan Wangji over him if given that ultimatum. With Lan Wangji out of the picture, Jiang Cheng gets to maintain more control over Wei Wuxian than he otherwise would. Even later on at Lotus Pier, he wants Wei Wuxian around, helping him, being his right-hand man. He doesn't want him wandering around the city or galavanting off with other cultivators. Granted Wei Wuxian was drinking at the time, but I don't think that invalidates my point that Jiang Cheng wants Wei Wuxian to stay in line and stay at his side where he can control him. You know, because he sees the relationship (as Wei Wuxian suggested) as the same as their two fathers: where Wei Wuxian is in a subservient role to Jiang Cheng. Mind you, that's different from seeing him as a brother, and I think, while there's some of that mixed into his other feelings, it's a very small portion.

No screenshot, but the following scene, after Wei Wuxian leaves the dinner party, Jiang Cheng follows him out. And even here, he asks what's wrong--asks if he's upset because of Lan Wangji--but then scoffs at how that could really be what's bothering him. He says something like, "Why did you come here just to be disliked by him?" I think while he gets that they have a close bond, he doesn't really understand the depth of the relationship. He's jealous of Lan Wangji, but doesn't fully understand why. Ultimately, I think Jiang Cheng, because of his parents and the way he was raised, really doesn't understand what it's like to have a good relationship with anyone. And this ignorance isn't his fault--he's a product of his parents and surroundings, and no one, including himself, has ever tried to fix this. So, without being able to really understand how relationships work, he scoffs at how Wei Wuxian could still be upset over what happened with Lan Wangji. Jiang Cheng essentially gave Wei Wuxian what he wanted in that moment, which was unconditional support to carry out his revenge, and yet Wei Wuxian is hung up on Lan Wangji not being supportive there, and in fact being in opposition to him. Jiang Cheng doesn't even really have friends, so he thinks Wei Wuxian should just get over Lan Wangji and move on with his life, but it's not that simple. Lan Wangji isn't just an acquaintance, he's not just someone that Wei Wuxian partnered up with to fight a battle or carry out a mission--he's a soulmate, a kindred spirit (if you want to go down a less romantic route).

I rarely can say anything bad about Jiang Yanli (except how she's almost always making soup), and here's another example: Chenqing. She's so far the only one who supports Wei Wuxian having a first class spiritual tool. She immediately shows interest in the flute, even encourages him to give it a name. Lan Wangji immediately sees the flute as something bad, while she's completely supportive. And this is really what Wei Wuxian needs right now, and I love her for being there. She's also about the only person he will genuinely smile around. He gives everyone else forced or fake smiles, but not Yanli. At this moment, I think he only wants to be with her, and I can't really blame him when everyone else is either opposing him or just wanting something out of him. She really is coming from a place of sympathy and comfort that's different from how the others are handling things. Lan Wangji wants to help, yes, but he tries to force it.

Imagine being in this room, listening to Jin Zixun (I'm not even sure if that's his name lol) trash talk Wei Wuxian, wanting to say something in his defense, but being unable to, not just because it's not your place to do so, but also because you're not even sure if you can defend him anymore. I think Jiang Cheng is struggling with the same. He stands up to Jin Zixun, finally getting him to shut up by saying that it's a domestic affair for the Jiang Clan and none of his fucking business, but Jiang Cheng also struggles to find excuses for Wei Wuxian. And that would certainly be difficult, because Wei Wuxian is somewhat like a stranger now. He's similar, but he's not the same Wei Wuxian that Jiang Cheng grew up with. He's really a shadow of his former self. But Lan Wangji has the added bonus of not being able to speak on his behalf because he's not even in the same clan--who is he to defend Wei Wuxian? He can't even stand with the others at the table (can't or won't, I'm not sure), so he certainly can't speak to Wei Wuxian's honor in front of all the other leaders. I'm sure the conversation back in Yiling is still running through his mind: this is a Jiang Clan affair--and to have that repeated again to someone else. That very much puts Lan Wangji in the "other" position. He's not in Wei Wuxian's clan, therefore, it's none of his business. He should care about him. He shouldn't try to protect him. He shouldn't try to guide him. But the problem is he still cares deeply about Wei Wuxian, and he wants to help him and protect him and guide him.

These scenes are always hard to watch for me (thank god for the special edition cut). It's really hard to watch the clans doing to the Wens what the Wens have done to the other clans. As if war wasn't already terrible enough, you also have what happens to the prisoners of war. In this case, Wen Qing's sect are all healers and have little to do with the war that the rest of the Wen Clan was waging on the other cultivation clans. However, they are still treated as enemies and imprisoned. It's difficult to watch the other clans, who you want to root for, making the same mistakes and transgressions as the Wens, who we are supposed to look at as the proper enemies in the story.

As we've seen a few times in this episode already, Wei Wuxian is having trouble controlling all the negative energy that's surging through him and the Yin iron, and on some of those occasions, he's touched his old wound. As he does this here, everyone looks at him, but he just looks at Lan Wangji. This is the person he cares most about in this room, the person whose heart his closest to his. I have nothing profound to say--I just like it.

And of course Lan Wangji looks right back at him. He knows Wei Wuxian best, even better than his own "brother", Jiang Cheng. He knows what happened in Xuanwu Cave, he saw the effect the sword had on him. I feel like each time they exchange glances, they are both crying out to each other, but Wei Wuxian is too stubborn to ask for help and Lan Wangji doesn't want to force the issue and strain their relationship further.

The way Lan Wangji hesitates here before saying, "I don't know," kills me. To him, it's just further proof of how Wei Wuxian is getting farther and farther from him, how the chasm between them just keeps growing. He's upset here. He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't want to force Wei Wuxian to do anything--that's against his clan rules, but more importantly, against his own ethics--yet he doesn't want to stand by and do nothing while his friend destroys himself. I think we see Lan Wangji as a character who always knows what to do, someone who always knows the right path, but here we see how that's not true at all. This is a man who is very smart, very clever, but who is also unsure of himself. He's struggling with what's right and wrong. And he consults his brother here, hoping to get a clear answer, so that he'll know what to do next, but he gets nothing of the sort.

It would have been easier for Lan Wangji if his brother has simply said, "Wei Wuxian is wrong and an enemy," but of course he's more wise than that. Nothing is black and whit, and humans cannot be judged for what's on the surface. You have to look deep inside a person, know their intentions, and then you can judge if they are doing what's right or wrong. The problem is Lan Wangji doesn't know Wei Wuxian's intentions. Months ago, he know Wei Wuxian wanted to defend the weak, protect people who couldn't protect themselves, and live by such a just moral code. But now Wei Wuxian seems like a stranger, has murdered many, many people, and has taken cruel revenge upon Wen Chao and Wang Lingjao.

What I've noticed in this episode is that Wei Wuxian will look at Lan Wangji, but he always averts his eyes fairly quickly. It's as if he's afraid if they make eye contact for too long, he'll be letting Lan Wangji in, which he does not want to do under any circumstances. Letting Lan Wangji in means admitting what's going on as well as opening up Lan Wangji to danger. Wei Wuxian does not want anyone else getting hurt or dying because of him, so it's better to reject everyone and focus on his own clan.

Honey, I'd walk away too. It's hard to tell if Lan Wangji is about to cry or about to punch Wei Wuxian in the mouth--either one would have been excellent, but I'm leaning towards the latter. Lan Wangji had to answer Jiang Yanli. She met him by chance, but it was she who initiated the conversation. Of course, angst rules being what they are, we had to have a misunderstanding a la Wei Wuxian walking into the conversation midway and making the asinine assumption that Lan Wangji was just breaking his confidence by telling her EVERYTHING. Of course, anyone who knows Lan Wangji knows he'd never do such a thing. But when Wei Wuxian's shijie comes to him, voicing her concern and asking about him, he has no choice but to empathize with her and tell her what he knows.

I really like this little exchange. Reliving the fight on the rooftop, before they were acquainted, before they were friends--before Lan Wangji fell for him. This time when he attacks, it's not about malice, it's not about breaking the rules and bringing liquor into the Cloud Recesses--it's a man, looking at the one he loves, scared out of his mind, worried that that man is going to destroy his mind and body, using a taboo cultivation method. This fight is a love letter, as far as I'm concerned. It's an act of desperation.

Also I fucking love that around four or five people have asked Wei Wuxian where Suibian is, and each time he makes up a lie: he forgot it, he isn't in the mood, he didn't bother to bring it. But when Lan Wangji asks him, he doesn't respond. He doesn't lie, he doesn't laugh it off--whatever he does, Lan Wangji will know that he's lying, and Wei Wuxian knows that.

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[pwarkluv]

❝ you’re the one i want ❞ - yji 

yang jeongin x reader | fluff | 1.8k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, high school au, established relationship au (if that’s a thing lol), non-idol au, just your good old going on a date kinda fanfic where you two realize just how in love y’all are, whipped!jeongin, really fluffy, did i mention fluff?

SUMMARY | when your date ends with a giant promise.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | another fluff fanfic because that’s my forte and i haven’t written any skz things yet :P hehe the pic is my pfp. anyways jeongin is one of my ults and my bias in skz so this is gonna be fun to write! also i’m doing this right, right? it’s yji? yang jeong in? idk why but for some reason it doesn’t look right to me. also the ending’s trash i’m sorry-

“baby please stay still.” your boyfriend softly scolded as he carefully fixed the bunny hat on your head, one hand keeping the hair out of your face and the other placed carefully on the back of your neck to keep you still. 

it was the last couple of days before the start of your guys’s senior year, before things get complicated academically. the august heat burns but you didn’t think twice about it, more excited about the fact that you and jeongin were at seoul land.

your tiny frame bounced up and down, slightly frustrating your boyfriend. he didn’t mind though because you were absolutely adorable in the bunny hat he bought for you. jeongin smiled softly at your excited face reminding him of a kid opening christmas presents. 

his hands then went up to fix the froggy headband you chose for him, making sure he didn’t look completely stupid. when you first pointed out the headband, jeongin had a protest at the tip of his tongue. but dang, the way you looked at him had him nodding his head in approval before he said a word.

“are you done yet innie?” you whined, holding onto his arm as he chuckled. jeongin’s free hand goes up to squeeze the paw of your hat, one of the ears going up. his heart never failed to race whenever you two made eye contact. he wholeheartedly believes you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in jeongin’s eighteen years of life.

jeongin smiles at your blushing face before grabbing your hand.

“let’s go loser.” and he drags you to the viking ship on your left.

❝ i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings ❞

you couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend’s focused gaze. you guys were taking a little break from rides and instead going around the games and food stands. his tongue poked out as jeongin focused on the target in front of him, fire behind his eyes.

you two were sharing a funnel cake when he noticed your eyes staring at the cute cow stuffed animal. jeongin immediately recognizes it from a kdrama you two watched on your first movie night as a couple. and that’s how you found yourselves standing in front of a water gun stand watching your boyfriend try and win you that stuffed animal. 

the man at the running stand laughed quietly at your dumb and in love expression before the ding rang, indicating jeongin won. your boy jumped a little in victory before turning to you with the biggest smile ever.

and that’s when you felt it. that warm and fuzzy in your tummy, the racing in your heart, the automatic smile you gave him back. you and jeongin have been together since the summer before your second year of high school. you watched as he grew from the shy and timid boy to the (slightly more) confident man he is now. you couldn’t believe how you’re already gonna start your senior year with the love of your life.

love.

in that moment when jeongin stuffed the plushie into your hands and gave you a hug, you knew you were completely in love with him. you wanted to marry him someday.

you didn’t care if you two were in your pajamas or dinosaur suits, you just wanted to be his.

❝ uh huh, that’s right, darling you’re the one i want ❞

jeongin’s palms felt sweaty and clamp as you dragged him towards the carousel. your carefree and euphoric expression made his heart double in size as he blinked at you. suddenly the ring in his pocket felt heavy, weighing him down with every step he took.

the start of summer while jeongin was at the mall with his hyungs, a pretty ring caught his eye. it wasn’t anything too big or expensive (which he was thankful for as a broke high school student), but absolutely stunning. the ring had a thin silver band with one medium sized diamond in the middle, tinier ones surrounding the big one. 

and before he knew it, jeongin was at the shop paying for a promise ring he was hoping to give to you before school started. there was a matching one he bought on a whim, leaving him more broker than before.

jeongin knew he was in love with you in the middle of your third year in high school when you two had a burping contest to see who could burp the loudest. you won (only because he let you) and from then he only had heart eyes for you. 

he’s never felt that comfortable and safe with anyone. being so carefree and home. he was at home with you. so buying you that promise ring was his way of saying he wants to be with you forever. 

❝ i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this ❞

you two met at the start of your freshman year when jeongin spilled milk all over your shirt. he was a shy boy so whenever the lunch bell rang, he ran out of the cafeteria like his life depended on it. but one day he wasn’t aware of where he was going and ran right into your timid frame. 

suddenly you were met with a cold feeling running down your chest.

the poor boy freaked and apologized faster than you could register what had happened. you were a bubbly kid, though not very social so you didn’t mind what had happened. but for some reason you let yourself be dragged by the stuttered stranger, offering you his hoodie he had in his locker. 

his hoodie felt foreign and warm on your body. although he was a stick at fourteen, jeongin was tall. the cloth looked big on your short frame, hands disappeared from the long sleeves. the boy was beyond red looking at you in his clothes. his eyes widened, malfunctioning on why he felt this way. 

“i’m really sorry.” he muttered in embarrassment before turning around to leave. 

“wait!” you called out, tugging on his wrist. if jeongin didn’t resemble a tomato then, he definitely did now. your hand felt warm around his wrist and the sudden source of heat was all his mind could think about. 

“thank you.” you shyly said taking back your hand. you don’t know what has possessed you but suddenly you’re asking what his name was. 

“what’s your name? i’m y/n!” you said with a small smile. jeongin’s heart felt like it was about to explode. 

❝ uh huh, that’s right darling, you’re the one i want ❞

“come one baby it’s almost dawn let’s go~” you whined a bit, pulling his tall frame towards the line. it was almost sunset and you wanted to go on the ferris wheel as the last thing you two would do for the day before studies filled up your date nights. 

well actually, jeongin was the one who suggested going on the ferris wheel to you before you stuck with it in excitement. it was all a part of his master plan to give you that promise ring. he was pretty confident you’d take it, after being together for so long, though of course there’s that small inkling of doubt that you’d reject it and him.

but now that it was almost time, jeongin couldn’t move his legs. he was really about to give you a promise ring.

jeongin laughed to mask his nerves but you knew better.

“awe is my baby afraid of heights?” you joked, no longer pulling his arm but putting your hand in his. “don’t worry, y/nnie is here to protect.” you broke out into a fighting pose which immediately made him laugh at your silliness. 

❝ in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams ❞

here you guys were at the top on the ride, the sunset warm on your face. jeongin’s leg was bouncing in nervousness causing the box you were in to shake. you were about to reach out to the boy before he spoke up.

“y/n?” he asked in a small yet serious voice. you couldn’t help but worry.

“yes my love?” you responded back, turning your body to face him on the seats you guys were on. “what’s wrong? you’ve been acting weird ever since you got on the ferris wheel.”

your mind was racing with possibilities, the worst one sounding the most obvious with the way jeongin seemed so serious. he wasn’t breaking up with you, right?

jeongin took a deep breath before looking into your eyes, the color more beautiful than the sunset behind you. 

“i love you so much.” he continued before reaching into his pocket, fumbling a bit with the box the ring came in. 

“and i know we’re young and have so much ahead of us. ah you know how much i’m bad with words but, there’s so much we’re unsure of like what’s 25 - 8 or what college we’re going to. but if there’s one thing i’m sure of, it’s that you’re my everything.” the boy said, trying not to stumble over his words. his heart was at an unmeasurable rate, one hand on the ring and the other on your own hand. suddenly he took out the ring, a red velvety box which made you gasp in shock.

at this point you were tearing up. so he wasn’t breaking up with you?

“this isn’t anything too big so don’t freak out.” jeongin joked making you chuckle a bit. “but i know that i want to spend the rest of my life with you.” his grip on your hand tightened before letting go, opening the box. 

“it’s nothing too big but hopefully this could show you how much you mean to me, y/n. here’s a promise ring because i really want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

the ring was beautiful in your eyes. tears fell on onto your cheeks as you looked to your boyfriend. all you could see was genuine love and care. 

you caught him in a hug, causing the box to shake again, sobbing into his chest.

“i love you, i love you, i love you.” you chanted into his chest making him laugh. 

“don’t cry my love. i still need to put it on you.” jeongin chuckled. you wiped off the salty water before holding out your hand. jeongin slowly took your hand as if it was made of glass before slipping on the ring. it fit perfectly. 

❝ oh, you’re the one i want ❞

you put his ring on as well before the box moved indicating that you guys were going back down. before the sight of the pretty sunset escaped your view, you quickly grabbed jeongin’s face to meet yours in a kiss. a kiss to promise that you’d guys would be forever. because yang jeongin is everything you’ve ever wanted.

[clownistyping]

A Witch & A Hick, Chp. 3

Little Secret

This chapter is just the two learning about each other and car problems lol.

Also warning for Elizabeth offering sex as payment lol, it doesn't happen. Also I do hc Lester living in a trailer bc its extremely common and realistic tbh.

Lester puts the truck in drive and looks at Elizabeth as he presses the brake, 

"I remember you said there's a town nearby, any chance we can go there to fix up my van?" Elizabeth asks as she pets the two dogs, 

"No need, they'll charge ya criminal prices. I can fix it." Criminal prices, he repeats in his head. 

"Oh come on, you've already done so much." Elizabeth says her face soft, 

"I insist! I can't just let them uh take ya money when I can fix it for free." He smiles and Elizabeth mirrors it. Lester gives from the brakes and drives towards his home, 

"I have a feeling there's something...more behind this." Lester gulps, 

"What made ya think that?" Lester nervously laughs and his hands tighten around the wheel, 

"That's how most men are, expect a favor for a favor. Though they often expect ya know." Lester blinks and cringes, 

"Aw that! I wasn't thinking anything like that, hell I wasn't even thinking about you doing anything." 

"I mean I'll do it." His eyes widen and he stops the truck again, 

"What?" He blushes and looks at the girl, 

"I'll get you off, I've done it before." 

"No no! I have to decline, I just ain't that kinda man." Lester nods to the woman who shrugs, he lied. He is that kinda man, he's had victims beg for safety with offers of sex. He always took it, but let's the girls fall back in the hands of his brothers. 

"Not that I don't find ya pretty!" He defends quickly and Elizabeth laughs, 

"You're real purdy, I just. I just can't." He sighs and Elizabeth notices how tense he is. 

"Thanks, for calling me pretty." She smiles, 

"I think you're real pretty too." She compliments Lester who blushes again, Lester has never talked to a stranger this long. Never had a girl call him pretty, never met her.

"Ya just sayin that cuz I'm given ya a ride." Lester chuckles and Elizabeth shakes her head, 

"Nope," she pops her P, 

"Everybody's beautiful in they're own way, just as nature intended." Lester blinks and remembers her van, the witchy collection in it. 

"Oh right, you're a witch!" Lester exclaims and Elizabeth nods, 

"How'd you know?" She teased and Lester laughs,

"How'd you even get in all that junk anyways?" Lester asks and flicks his hat, 

"It ain't junk. Don't be rude," Elizabeth smirks and Lester nods his head, Jonesey puts her head on Lester's lap. He pets the dogs head. 

"Sorry but, how did you ya know..start?" 

"My sister got me my tarot cards, she really showed me the basics of witchcraft. Our parents didn't really care all that much but never let us do it in the house. Guess that's why I moved out so early too." Elizabeth laughs, 

Lester pulls up towards a driveway of a trailer.

The trailer is a once white single wide, covered in vines and ivy. Bones hung from the porch ceiling, 

Elizabeth notices his front door was wide open, and in the yard were scatters of trash, car parts, bones and more. The windows were open but blinds were keeping the inside blocked. 

It looks like nobody lives there, as stray cats scurried under the trailer and hissed at each other.

"I'll be quick, I'll just unload your van and fix her right up in a jiffy." Lester smiles at the girl and gets out of the truck, Jonesey follows and Mac follows after her. 

Elizabeth smiles as she watches the two dogs sniff around and play, getting out of the truck her barefeet sink into the grass and dirt. She stretches, the truck wasn't entirely comfortable with Mac siting right on her. 

"Sorry for the mess, I don't really have guests." Lester says as he unhooks the van, 

"Its fine, I've seen much worse." 

"Nah, doubt it." Lester shakes his head and wipes his hands on his jeans, Elizabeth takes note of the depreciation joke he says. 

As Lester pops her hood and smoke rises from it, Elizabeth frowns. 

"That happened before?" Lester asks as he waves the smoke off, Elizabeth nods. 

"Yeah, I've had a couple engine problems. Mainly because of oil, but my light wasn't even on." 

"Yup, cars will do that. Just spring a problem on ya right as ya were doing fine." Lester grazes his hand over the engine and instantly finds the problem, 

"When's the last time ya changed the cooling fan?" 

"Never." 

"Cleaned it?" 

"Never." Lester sighs and Elizabeth frowns, 

"That bad?" He nods, 

"Your engine is busted, you're gonna need a new one." 

"Nooooo." Elizabeth groans

"Hey its okay, this happens all the time. It's just an accident." Lester tries to comfort the girl, she squats and hides in her knees. 

"Hey now," Lester gets on his knee and pats the girls back. 

"We can maybe order one from the next town over, but it'll take a while for it to come in since we're basically in the middle of no where." Lester then sits with the girl and he blinks when he hears a sob come from her. 

"Jeez darlin, it ain't anything to cry about." He says and Elizabeth looks up, her makeup more runny than before, 

"This is my karma! I know it is and- and I shouldn't be cryin-ing but-" she hides her face again and Lester stutters, 

"Aw no no, this ain't karma just an accident. Honest." 

He isn't entirely sure what else to do, seen plenty of girls cry in Ambrose. Ain't none of them cried like this. 

Crying about karma, hell if karma was real he'd be dead, he thinks and shakes his head. He gently pats the girls back as she sobs. The two dogs show up and sit around the two Mac places his head on the girls back. Pushing Lester's hand away, Elizabeth quickly hugs her dog.

After a couple minutes, her sobs stop and she looks up. 

"Im sorry Lester, I just. It's just been a lot today," she says and wipes her eyes, smudging her makeup. 

"Wanna talk about it?" Lester ask and Elizabeth looks around, noticing the sun is starting to set. 

"No, not right now. I'm just tired now, sorry for bothering you with my emotions and junk." 

"Ain't no bother at all, I'm happy to help." She shows a smile from his words as he stands, he puts his hand out and she takes it to stand. 

"I know, and thanks again. Do you think it's alright if my van stays the night? I'll try to go to another town in the morning and order an engine. I'll find a motel too." She says, trying to clean her face up from tears and makeup. 

Lester raises a brow, and Elizabeth shakes her head already knowing he'll offer his home. 

"Lester please you've already done so much for me! I promise that by tomorrow I'll be out of your hair." She says and Lester shakes his head, 

"Darlin, How about we both go into town order you an engine and when it gets here I can put it in. If you think I'm letting you sleep in that hot van for the night you're dead wrong." Lester stands up straight and crosses his arms, Elizabeth actually has to look up to see his face. 

"I've got a spare room, it's messy and mainly holds all my junk but it's got a bed, a desk and a closet." Lester says and Elizabeth takes a deep breathe, 

"Thank you," she says and Lester uncrosses his arms, 

"I mean it, without you I'd probably be kidnapped by some crazy guy. Unless you are the crazy guy." She jokes and Lester nervously laughs.

"I like to call myself unqiue." Lester jokes and Elizabeth laughs, 

"That you are friend, that you are." Elizabeth says and watches as the sun falls behind the trees.

After grabbing her needed things from the van, the two walk towards the trailer. 

The two walk onto the wooden porch, Elizabeth's hands grazing the bones hanging above, 

"Those are my people repellents, makes hikers skedaddle." Lester jokes and Elizabeth smiles, 

"They're beautiful," she compliments and Lester walks through the open door, 

"Yup, they sure are. I uh, I keep my door open so the strays can come in and relax and get away from the heat." He says and flicks on a light, it blinks a few times but turns on. 

The two are standing in the living room, the couches covered in fur and scratches. Clothes are all around and clean and unclean bones sit on the coffee table. 

But the recliner is free of fur, just a flannel on the back. 

Lester notices his playboy magazine on the coffee table and quickly snatches up the magazine, Rolling it up he laughs embarrassingly. 

"Sorry about that, again not often I get guests." Elizabeth smiles and shakes her head. From behind the two, Mac and Jonesey come running in. They jump on the couch and sit next to each other. 

"My house is there house." Lester pets Jonesy's head and smiles, putting the magazine behind the couch during this. He turns to face Elizabeth whose staring at the bones, 

"I'll show you to ya room," Lester walks to the right and opens a bedroom door, 

The bedroom filled with bones in boxes, books, clothes and random knick knacks. He quickly lifts boxes from the bed and pats the dust off. 

"My casa your casa." He smiles and Elizabeth places her stuff down, Lester stands in the doorway now. 

"Thanks again, Lester. I really appreciate it." Elizabeth puts her hand out and Lester looks down at it. It's so small, he gently grabs it and Elizabeth grabs one of the bracelets on her wrist. She brings it over her hand and onto his, 

"I can't not give you a gift." She says and lets him go, Lester looks down at the bracelet. A whole set of animal teeth with beads in between. 

"I- thank you. It's so purdy." He says and continues, 

"You're a real uh...what's it called?" 

"Freak?" He quickly shakes his head, and takes her hand again. Putting their wrists together with the bracelets, 

"Unique," he smiles, "You're a real unique girl." 

"Is it because I mess with bones and junk?" 

"Well that, and because you're real nice." Elizabeth smiles, 

"You're just as unique as me Lester." She says and the two look at each other for a second, wanting this conversation not to end but not sure how to continue. 

Suddenly from behind Lester, Mac barks. 

Elizabeth laughs, 

"It's past his bedtime, sorry he gets cranky when he's not in bed by this time." Lester let's the dog run past him and onto the bed, 

"Well, goodnight, um. Sleep tight?" 

"You too Lester." Elizabeth quietly shuts her door and Lester stares at the closed door. Jonesy whines from behind him, 

Lester turns to the dog and squats, he pets the dogs cheeks and smiles. 

"She'll be our little secret, right Jonesey?" The dog licks his face. 

[strongsassysexysloane]

Sixth Day of Twelve - A Scrumptious Mystery

The mystery of the secret surprise gifts continue.

Previously

Gif by Regal Roni

. . . .

You were unsure how people who didn't like coffee survived with little to no sleep in their system because coffee was keeping you alive until lunch time today. Sunday at work after a long case was exhausting but the condition on getting the reports done was to be out of there by early afternoon and have Monday/Tuesday off unless a high priority case came up.

You hadn't got much sleep the night before because Jack was texting you until 2am your time which was 1am her time. She shared all the food she'd eaten and the sights she'd seen on her car rides around town with Dwayne. The tiredness made filling out reports that much harder but you didn't want to end the conversation until Jack did the night before. Ok, you had it bad and it being the holiday season only made that feeling worse especially with the current secret gift giver.

Vance may regret letting her finally got to NOLA for a case, she was raving about it over text so much that.yoy were slightly worried she wouldn't board her return flight home in a few days. She'd been begging for ages and you just know she wont shut up about it when she gets back which would mean the next time Dwayne requests her assistance her badgering will be even more relentless.

Poor Vance, you chuckled to yourself.

You never wanted Dwayne on your back, Jack on the other hand... You smirked at your thought and ran it out of your mind.

Back to work, you only had a few reports to finish because Gibbs had finally cracked the neighbour in interrogation before you'd ce in this morning. He didn't actually kill the victim but admitted to hiring someone to do it for him, it was almost a perfect murder, the only thing connecting the two was his Instagram account which Jack had found yesterday before she left.

You were all busy typing away for the last two hours, furiously getting this work done so you could enjoy some quiet time. Gibbs had just gone for a coffee run, his trash can was already full of cups. It made you wonder if he actually went home last night. He was just walking back in when you stretched in your chair, cracking your back from being hunched over your keyboard for so long.

"Your order." Gibbs placed a bag on your desk next to the photo frame and phone.

"What?" You spoke before you thought. Ripping the plastic bag closer to you and peering inside to see a styrofoam box that smelled Devine.

"Elaine said you ordered lunch." He shrugged walking over to his desk.

All eyes were on Gibbs then back to you. "But i-? Did someone put you up to this?" His flat glare answered that stupid question.

Of course, Gibbs wouldn't be apart of the rouse. Or...?

Could Jack have called from NOLA?

Anyone could've made that call but he said, Elaine said you ordered. Someone was most certainly lying.

You squinted at Gibbs but he didn't flinch, move or grunt.

Some might think that was his tell when he did nothing but right now you were too hungry and confused to figure him out.

You picked out the box and opened it to reveal your favourite, cheeseburger and fries, perfect. The grumbling in your stomach demanded to be satisfied even though.yoy felt slightly guilty that no one else had lunch. That guilt lasted all of ten seconds until you took your first bite and you were on heaven. Whoever this gift giver was, you wanted to kiss them right about now. This was perfect.

Just as you took your last mouthful of food you felt your cell vibrate in your pocket. You'd switched it to vibrate after Jack's texting last.

I bet my lunch is yummier than yours!

You couldn't help the wide spread grin on your face at the picture that was attached to the few words. Nevermind the possible clue about your gift. No, the picture was amazing. You clicked save and made a mental not to add it as your wallpaper later.

Jacqueline Sloane surrounded by assortments of various dishes, food on both sides of her cheeks, hands covered in whatever she was eating with a massive grin on her face. You could make out the side of Tammy's head and you guessed Dwayne was taking the picture.

Ellie was curious at your laughter and had walked over while you were staring at your phone. "Oh my god. I hate her." She groaned, "I'm going to get ten packets of things from the break room now." She stomped out of the bullpen and you could've sworn you heard her stomach growl.

It's a close call. I got my favourite meal and I didn't even order it. You look very much in your element, Bishop is jealous, as am I.

Send.

Before Bishop was even back, there was a reply.

That's hard to beat. The Diner's cheeseburgers are to die for. Don't tell E about dessert.

Was sent with a picture of various pies and something else you didn't recognise. There mustve been a party or something because the spread was something you'd only seen on Christmas Day.

You read the message again and again. She knew your favourite meal and where it came from. It wasn't like no one knew about it, hell every time you met up with the team at the dinner that was your order unless it was breakfast time. Not that you couldn't order it for breakfast. You and Jack had been there several times for a sneaky lunch break when it wasn't busy at work. She knew, the whole office probably knew. You groaned and put your phone down. It wasn't helping getting your work done and you needed to go home to over think this over a bottle of wine and chocolate.

. . . .

Apologies if this is shorter than the rest, hard to keep up with the lengths. Thank you to everyone that's liked and commented and reblogged!! Means a lot and helps me keep writing them :)

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Better Off

Pairing: Johnny Thunders x Reader

Author’s note: Let me know if this got too sappy or serious lol. I feel like it definitely did...

You never saw it coming.

The day had been perfect. You and Johnny, your boyfriend of almost eight months, had spent the whole day together. You went out for lunch at a cute little diner, then went and took a walk through Central Park. The two of you took your time strolling through the park, soaking in the nice weather. On your way back to your apartment, you had picked up some dinner to eat while watching a movie that evening.

The whole day had been spent with the man of your dreams. He was everything you could have wanted in a partner. He was kind, and witty, and loyal. He opened doors for you and held your hand anytime he could. He laughed at your jokes and amused you with his own. He made time for you in his busy life as a musician and made you feel loved. You loved him and it was clear that he loved you just as much.

Or at least you thought he did.

When the two of you had gotten home, Johnny began to act a bit strangely. Well, strange for him. Even after eight months of being with you, Johnny sometimes still got shy and nervous around you, a fact that you found absolutely adorable. But this night, Johnny was acting more nervous than usual. You had chalked it up to being tired or stressed. He had been in the studio earlier this week working on some new material. Maybe that’s what was getting to him.

“Um (Y/N),” Johnny said, interrupting the movie.

You paused the movie and looked up at him, sitting up a little straighter.

“What’s up babe?” you asked. He seemed awful serious all of the sudden.

“Um, well, this is kind of hard to say but I think that maybe- well, I think maybe we should split up,” he said, fumbling over his words.

You stared at him waiting for him to get to the punch line of whatever joke he was playing.

Unfortunately, there was none.

He sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I just think it’s for the best.”

“What? Why?” You had so many questions. You needed to talk to him about this.

“I should just leave,” he said, getting up from the couch and hurriedly making his way to the door.

“No, stop,” you said, following after him. “What do you mean we should split up? What happened?”

“(Y/N) please,” he said, eyes looking glassy as he turned around to look at you again. “Please don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” His words came out hoarse, like he was trying to hold back tears.

What the hell could he be getting choked up about? You were the one in the middle of getting dumped.

“I just- I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” you said a bit incredulously. “Just give me a fucking reason, Johnny!”

Despite your tone, you weren’t mad at Johnny. You were just hurt. This felt like it was coming from nowhere and you were completely lost as to why this was happening. People don’t just break up with people for no reason.

“I just don’t see it working out,” he mumbled with his head low, unable to meet your eyes.

“So, we’re really done?” you asked. Your voice was hushed now, barely above a whisper. The tears that had been forming in your eyes finally began to fall down your face.

Johnny couldn’t even agree out loud. He simply nodded his head.

Not wanting him to see you cry, you turned away from him.

“Just go,” you said, wanting the exact opposite.

You wanted him to envelope you in his arms and take it all back. You wanted him to pepper your face with kisses and apologize for everything he had just said. You wanted him to stay.

But he didn’t do any of that. Instead, he did as you said and made his way out through the apartment door, shutting it behind without a glance back at you or word spoken.

You fell to the floor the second the door closed, crying. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. How could you have been so stupid to think that Johnny really loved you? Clearly, you had meant nothing to him. Had you really meant nothing to him? If you had, he wouldn’t have left you, right? What were you going to do now?

You sobbed into your hands as a million questions raced through your head.

****

As it turned out, getting over Johnny was proving to be quite difficult. The first few days after the breakup were, of course, the worst. You had spent the majority of your time laying in bed with a box of tissues and eating takeout. As much as you had wanted to stop thinking about him, everything reminded you of Johnny and brought you to tears. Even when you slept, he was on your mind, filling your restless sleep with dreams of him.

Your friends were quick to pull you out of this depressive slump though. The second after you had called them and told them the news they had rushed over to your place with a bottle of booze and a trash bag to get rid of anything Johnny had left at your apartment. You stayed up for hours talking about what happened between you and him while your friends listened and tried their best to console you. They were pissed at Johnny in a way that you weren’t. Where they were more focused on him breaking your heart, you were still stuck on why. Johnny had never told you why he was ending things with you and you couldn’t stop wondering what had happened. Part of you believed that perhaps you were to blame, that you had done something to go and mess your relationship up.

For the next couple of weeks, you tried your best to move on. It was hard though. Your apartment was filled with memories of your time spent with Johnny and you were constantly reminded of him. As much as you would have liked to be angry and bitter with Johnny like your friends were, you just couldn’t feel that way towards a man who you’d loved so dearly.

It was nearly a month after the breakup that your friends finally convinced you to go out with them and have some fun.

“C’mon (Y/N), it’ll be fun,” your friend whined. “It’s been so long since you’ve gone out.”

So, you relented. It had been awhile since you’d gone out to do anything fun. Mainly your days had consisted of working, eating, and sleeping. It would be nice to get out for a change.

Your friends practically cheered when you agreed to go with them and dragged you straight to your closet to find something “more acceptable” to wear. Apparently, sweatpants and a t shirt weren’t appropriate party attire.

Once you had finished getting ready and were looking “fucking hot (Y/N), you’re going to have to ward off all the boys”, you and your friends were headed out the door and on your way to the party.

You weren’t sure whose place you were at, but you recognized a good amount of people as you took in the scene. It was dimly lit, full of people, and the music was so loud the walls were almost shaking. No doubt the cops would show up later due to a noise complaint. People were mostly lingering around, sipping a drink, and talking with the people around them.

Your eyes traveled around the room as you and your friends approached some people you knew. It was then that you spotted him. Sitting on the couch, sandwiched between to other guys, was Johnny.

One of your friends followed your gaze and spotted him as well.

“I am so sorry, (Y/N),” they said. “I didn’t know he was going to be here. We can get out of here, go home, have our own fun.”

You smiled sadly and looked away from your ex-lover and back to your friend. “It’s alright, I was bound to run into him eventually.” It was true, you and Johnny ran with the same crowd. You knew one day you’d have to face him again. “Let’s just stay. We were so excited for tonight.”

“Are you sure?” your friend asked, skeptical.

You nodded. You were done being miserable, you decided. Yeah, Johnny had broken your heart, but you needed to let that go. Tonight, you were going to have fun and forget all about the boy seated just across the room.

That was how you found yourself in the upstairs hallway, flirting with a boy you’d never met. He was cute with dark hair and dark eyes. He smelled like booze and was slightly swaying on his feet, but you weren’t too concerned about that. You had no intention of doing anything more than flirting with the young guy. Maybe you’d let him steal a drunken kiss or two, but he was mainly a distraction from Johnny who had surely spotted your presence at the party by now.

“Fuck,” the mystery boy slurred, “you’re so hot,” he commented before almost crashing into you. You caught his staggering body with your hands around his waist and moved your face to the side to avoid his attempt at kissing you.

“And you’re drunk,” you said, laughing slightly. “You need to go lay down somewhere.”

The boy nodded, his head slumped against your shoulder. You decided you’d help him into the bedroom down the hall before leaving. The party had kind of sucked anyways.

After helping the boy into the bedroom, you reentered the hallway.

“Hey,” a familiar voice sounded as you stepped out of the room.

You looked up. It was Johnny.

You forced yourself to ignore the flutter of your heart and greeted him coldly.

“Hey.”

Johnny looked nervous. His eyes darted around the hall, unable to stay trained on you for more than two seconds at a time. He fumbled with his hands as he stood there, putting them in and out of his pockets several times as if trying to figure out what to do with them.

“What do you want?” you finally asked, his silence bothering you.

He shrugged. “I just wanted to ask how you were doing is all,” he said.

You scoffed and Johnny looked surprised.

“You dumped me with no warning and no reason and now you’re gonna ask me how I’m doing?” you asked. “Go fuck yourself, Johnny.”

It seemed the anger your friends held for Johnny finally caught up to you. Johnny’s eyes were wide. He clearly had not expected that reaction from you. Part of you was happy to have caught him off guard. Again though, Johnny didn’t say anything. He just kept on staring at you.

“How do you think I’m doing Johnny?” you asked, continuing on with your rant when it became clear Johnny was not going to respond. “I’m doing awful, thanks for asking,” you said with fake cheer.

You stormed past him, ready to leave him and this awful party behind you. He reached out and caught your wrist as you walked past, stopping you from leaving.

“Let go of me,” you said through gritted teeth. He was really pissing you off now.

“Wait,” he said. “I never meant to hurt you (Y/N).

“Well, you did,” you snapped. As much as you wanted to pretend you were fine and over him, you weren’t.

Johnny sighed and let go of your wrist, shoulders slumping. “That really wasn’t my intention.”

“It wasn’t?” you asked. “Then what was your intention, huh? To make me look like an idiot? To make me feel like a goddamn fool?”

“No,” Johnny said, shaking his head earnestly. The look in his eyes reminded you of the day he had broken up with you. He was upset. He looked hurt.

“Then what?” you snapped, hands on your hips.

“I thought you’d be better off without me!” he said, nearly shouting to get his point across. “I thought you’d be better off without me, okay?”

That shut you up.

“Why would you think that?” you asked, tone considerably softer than before. You were baffled. You had no idea that Johnny had felt that way.

Johnny looked tense and he pulled at his hair in frustration before answering you.

“Because- because look at you and look at me!”

“I don’t understand-”

“(Y/N), you’re literally perfect!” he exclaimed. “You’re -you’re so good and kind and beautiful and smart and I’m- I’m not. I’m awful. I’m just some loser junkie trying to make it big. You deserve so much more. I thought I was doing you a favor. I thought you’d be happier without me.”

Johnny’s words brought tears to your eyes.

“Look,” he said, gesturing at you. “Now I’m making you cry. Again. God, (Y/N), you deserved more than me. I knew I was bringing you down and did what I thought was best. I never meant to hurt you, I swear.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, voice watery.

“You wouldn’t have let me go,” he said, looking guilty and just as upset as you.

“You’re right,” you said, nodding and trying to pull yourself back together to talk with him. “I wouldn’t have let you go. I wouldn’t have let you go because you are so wrong Johnny.”

You took his hands into yours as you went on. “Johnny, I’m not perfect, okay? I get tired and mean, I’m an awful cook, and I am definitely not as smart as you think I am. The list goes on.”

“But none of that matters to me,” Johnny said. “To me, you’re perfect.”

“That’s what I’m trying to get at,” you said. “Johnny, I love you for you. I love every part of you, flaws included. The only part of you that I don’t like is that you’re not mine anymore.”

“So, what are you saying?” he asked, looking down at your interlocked fingers, afraid of getting his hopes up.

“I’m saying I want you back in my life.”

“But-”

“Johnny, I want you in my life,” you said, silencing his argument. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said, now looking deep into your eyes.

“Then trust me,” you pleaded. “I’m a better person with you by my side.”

Johnny hesitated a moment before eventually nodding and you threw your arms around his neck in joy. You pressed a loving kiss to his lips, trying your hardest to prove to him how much you loved him.

“Come home with me,” you said, arms still wrapped around him.

“Okay,” he agreed, the ghost of a smile on his face.

You kept standing there, holding him, overcome with joy at just the feeling of having him back in your arms.

“You have to let go of me first?” he joked, now fully smiling due to your affection.

“Promise me you won’t leave again,” you said, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I promise,” he said, leaning in to capture your lips in another kiss which you happily returned. “I promise.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 270: Harry Potter Rules

Previously on BnHA: Present Mic punched Ujiko in the face! It was awesome. I’m thinking about getting a tattoo of it. Meanwhile Endeavor saved Mirko’s life by setting her on fire (reason #15 why I will never become a superhero), and Aizawa did some sexy Spider-Man poses for our viewing pleasure while fighting the rest of these Noumus which are still annoyingly refusing to die. Anyway but back to Present Mic, the undisputed MVP of this chapter. Because you see, in addition to the punching, he also used his Loud Voice attack (literally the actual attack name; Horikoshi will steal all of my jokes and leave me with nothing) to smash open Tomura’s Noumutank! Which I really thought was going to immediately lead to Everyone Dying, but apparently I was wrong! Anyways so yeah, right now Tomura’s just lying down all heart-stopped and not-breathing. Which seems very anticlimactic, BUT I JUST HAVE THE CRAZIEST FEELING that maybe, just maybe, the super powerful villain lad who just spent the last three arcs slowly upgrading his bad self just in time to wage war on the world as the story reaches its climax, might not actually be dead though.

Today on BnHA: DON’T MIND THAT OMINOUS ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND, IT’S NOTHING, IGNORE IT. Ahem. So first of all, as some of the bolder among us dared to speculate, Tomura is not, in fact, dead. He’s still very much kicking it with his nipple-less pecs and truffula tree hair, putzing around in his mental landscape filled with crumbled buildings and disembodied Theatrical Gesture Hands. For some reason he doesn’t have shoes or a shirt in his mental landscape, which was a very interesting choice on Horikoshi’s part, but we will speak no more of it. Anyway so to sum things up, Tomura’s family is all “TENKO WE LOVE YOU” and he’s all “oh hey” and then AFO fucking appears and he’s all “COME HERE MY BOY” which is exactly as creepy as you would expect, and for some fucking reason TOMURA ACTUALLY DOES COME HERE. And lol it turns out Ujiko gave him AFO. Like the quirk. Yes, that quirk. So long story short, Tomura is about to be possessed by AFO’s evil soul or some shit, and to put the cherry on top, fucking Deku out of fucking nowhere, MILES AWAY, is all “HE’S COMING.” Because of course he can sense it, because AFOFA IS REAL, AND FUCK ME THIS IS ALL HAPPENING TOO FAST, FUCK.

I know this chapter has been out since like 1pm, but I’m not getting to read it until 5 hours later because for once in my life I was trying to be responsible and actually get some work done on a Friday. I thought this might lead to less oh-god-I-still-have-to-get-that-done anxiety hovering over my weekend, but instead it just led to oh-god-I-have-to-get-the-chapter-recap-done anxiety hovering over my now! anyways so this might be a bit rushed lol

(ETA: yeah turns out this wasn’t exactly the kind of chapter you could just read quickly and get on with your life lmao. so, then!)

what a nice panel of Present Mic taking out the trash

you heard ‘em fellas. the doctor is secured. good job everyone we did it, manga over, congratulations. now to cut away to a two-page spread of Dark Shadow comically smothering Dabi’s flames with a giant stock pot lid, and that’ll be that! what a wonderful, extremely short and strangely underwhelming arc in which we haven’t even seen the actual main characters do anything yet. but I guess we don’t need them since the main bad guy is lying dead on the floor! everything is just so fucking dead and secured!! do you think if I keep repeating it enough Horikoshi will finally be like “okay geez I get it” and reveal his hand already

Mic is now ordering Ujiko to power down the Noumu, which again, I’m sure he will definitely do without a fuss since after all the good guys have clearly won the day

OH SHIT OH FUCK

rip X-Less. gonna just take a moment here to imprint your beautiful face onto my memory before it turns into a pile of ash. your face, I mean. not my memory. well my memory more or less already is a pile of ash but that’s neither here nor there ANYWAYS

:’)

what are these little sound effects. I think that’s supposed to be a buzzing noise?? anyways whatever it is PLEASE STOP IT, I AM NOT HAVING A NICE TIME SO STOP

ffff Horikoshi sure has done an excellent job of setting the mood in such a way that all of these panels of X-Less doing incredibly mild things are sending my stress levels through the roof. like is anyone else reading his lines more or less like “WELP, TIME FOR ME TO DIE, ANY SECOND NOW, WE’RE REALLY DOING THIS, THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING, HERE IT COMES”

(ETA: when is this poor sweet innocent man going to fucking die already.)

LET’S CUT BACK TO MIC ESCAPING THE IMMEDIATE VICINITY

I have the clearest mental image of Horikoshi standing by with a walkie talkie in one hand and one of those remote bomb detonation clicky switch thingies in the other, patiently waiting to receive the go-ahead once all of the important characters have gotten to safety

anyway so now Ujiko is talking again

no fear everyone this is just the beginning of his verbal noumu deactivation sequence. nothing to worry about. everything is fine

yes for some reason his code phrase to put all the noumus back to sleep involves going into rambling detail about his work researching quirk singularities and shit. it’s fine. it’s not a big deal. code phrases are just like that sometimes all right

just ignore the increasingly panicked look in Mic’s eye as he slowly realizes he was way too fucking keen to just leave the “dead” Tomura back there with his laser-eyed hero buddy. anyway so let’s continue learning all about the Quirk Illuminati or whatever the fuck

okay so... he faked his own death? 70 years ago, at age 50 or thereabouts? I mean, that’s interesting and all I guess. not saying I wouldn’t be thrilled to spend the rest of this chapter learning all about Ujiko’s boring evil life. I don’t need to say it because it’s implied on account of Ujiko sucks and is the worst. so yeah can we get a move on though

oh shit?!?

WHOSE NARRATION IS THAT IN THE BOXES TOMURA IS THAT YOU OH GOD OH GOD

also, comparing AFO’s smile to a buddha’s really sent an actual shudder of disgust down my spine for some reason lmao. I personally would have steered that comparison in a different area, maybe less to buddhas and more to Norman Bates from Psycho, but to each their own

oh shit wait up

okay but this is actually a pretty big revelation though, isn’t it? because it’s been hinted for a while now that AFO and Ujiko had some method of duplicating quirks (the fact that all the Noumu share the same regeneration quirk was the biggest clue, but there was also John-chan’s quirk, as well as Hood’s Muscular-esque quirk), but as far as I can recall, this is the first time we’ve had it confirmed. though to be fair I wasn’t joking when I said my memory really has been shit lately sob

anyway so for real though, can you really call it a BnHA chapter if you’re not spending a good chunk of it being hopelessly confused over the ownership of some ambiguous thought bubbles. WHO IS THIS. I do seriously feel like it’s Tomura, because he’s the wrathful one, but another hallmark of a typical BnHA chapter is me constantly questioning everything I know as I muddle my way through

(ETA: yeah I’m pretty sure it was him. still impressive how vague it is though! it could also potentially be Ujiko, Mic, or even Deku. hopefully Caleb’s translation on Sunday can shed some more light on this. though he wasn’t really helpful last time this happened lol.)

SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

didn’t... you just... say that “preservation” was your quirk?? what do you mean that you wanted it?? CAN YOU JUST FINISH YOUR SENTENCES LIKE A NORMAL PERSON

anyway so here’s a summary of this chapter thus far

present mic: okay goodbye forever x-less

x-less: what a strange thing to say! :) also is it just me or is this machine fucking staring at me

present mic: turn the noumu off please

ujiko: seventy years ago... society... singularity... he’d be 120 years old now...

??: [REPULSIVE FEELING EW WHO’S TOUCHING ME]

ujiko: all for one has the smile of an angel...

??: [SON OF A BITCH I’M SO FUCKING WRATHFUL]

ujiko: my quirk... preservation... the truth is... my quirk... preservation... the truth is... my quirk...

all caught up?? grand. also btw is anyone else super disturbed by the fact that Ujiko recognizes Mic as being “Kurogiri’s friend”, like holy shit though? how would he know that. I can’t think of any implications of this that aren’t super disturbing tbh

anyways back to -- LOL WHAT THE

Horikoshi Kouhei: [furiously scribbling notes to himself at 3am] BUT WHAT IF THE FOLDING CITY FROM “INCEPTION” HAD MORE GIANT HANDS

jesus christ. is this like some mental representation of what shit is currently like in Tomura’s mind? lots of crumbly destruction and traffic lights and the house his father built (isn’t it? I feel like it looks familiar), and SO MANY HANDS, HE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS

anyway so at this point it’s a coin toss whether or not anything in this fucking chapter is ever going to make any kind of fucking sense! but here I am voluntarily along for the ride while Gene Wilder sings that creepy boat song right in my ear!

DSFKLDSJ

ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN FLOATING IN A JAR FOR THREE MONTHS TBH. that is some luscious quarantine hair

SDFLKJSDLFKJSLKFDHLKSDJFLKJLKSDJL:FKJSDL:KJ

(ETA: that Tomura in the top left may be my new favorite panel. look at him. all he is is a nose and chin and ~*~HAIR~*~.)

HANAAAAAA AHHHHHH OH MY LORD OH MY LORD! OKAY I’M FINALLY PAYING ATTENTION NOW FOR REAL! NO MORE JOKES! EVERYBODY SHHHH!!!

FFFFFFFFFF

“LOOK AT ME I’M A MAIN CHARACTER I CAN HAVE STRANGE VISIONS AND TALK TO DEAD PEOPLE IN MY DREAMS, SOUND LIKE ANYBODY ELSE YOU KNOW?” TOMURA SHUT UP I DON’T HAVE TIME TO ANALYZE THIS SCENE THEMATICALLY RIGHT NOW I’M TOO BUSY BEING SAD ABOUT YOUR DEAD SISTER WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY CALCULATING THE ODDS OF THIS SOMEHOW BEING FORESHADOWING FOR HER NOT REALLY BEING DEAD. OH GOD, OH FUCK YOU GUYS, I’M FREAKING OUT

WHAT KIND OF YOUNGER BROTHER DOESN’T CALL HIS OLDER SISTER “NEECHAN” TOMURA WHAT KIND OF ANIME CHARACTER ARE YOU

AT THIS POINT HIS HAIR IS ITS OWN INDIVIDUAL CHARACTER WITH THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS WOW

HORIKOSHI PLEASE STOP SHAKING THIS CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE OF SIBLING FEELS SO VIGOROUSLY I AM SO TERRIBLY AFRAID OH GOD

“BY THE WAY TENKO I JUST HAVE TO SAY, YOUR MAN BOOBS ARE SERIOUSLY IMPRESSIVE AND YOU SHOULD BE VERY PROUD.” YES HANA I WAS JUST GOING TO SAY. HOW ASTUTE OF YOU TO POINT THAT OUT. BOY HAS BEEN HITTING THAT BOWFLEX

WTAF IS HIS HAIR THOUGH SERIOUSLY??!

IS IT JUST ME OR IS THIS DIALOGUE BUBBLE ACTUALLY COMING FROM THE HAIR ITSELF. TOMURA. TOMURA BLINK TWICE IF YOU ARE IN DANGER

SJJKJSKJSW

TENKO IT’S ME YOUR GIANT MOM I’M BEHIND YOU HONEY TURN AROUND AND LOOK HELLO HI I LOVE YOU DO YOU STILL WANT TO BE A HERO

ffff why is he so pretty all the time lately

you are very handsome with your billowy hair and ken doll abs, you. sure are having a lot of trippy visions for a dead guy too there

HEY!!!!

WHO SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED -- DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST -- ffffffffff I need to be alone with my thoughts for a few minutes fuck

okay well. but since it is getting late I guess we’ll just pack these feelings up real quick and put them inside a box and neatly label it “feelings I have about Tomura having a vision of his mom and immediately turning back into his innocent little boy self in said vision as soon as he sees her.” not too sure about the contents of this box yet but I will have to explore them thoroughly at a later date

oh hey it’s this asshole

“THAT WAS TWENTY YEARS AGO, DAD.” jesus Kotaro. get over it

and also guess what, if you go and get Tomura all riled up so he wakes up grumpy and disintegrates the first hapless guy he sees, I will hold you solely responsible for that poor man’s death. I’m just warning you now

oh my

I remember this conversation going a bit differently the last time, but hey

LOOOOOOL

HIGH FIVE. PUT ‘ER THERE

WHY WOULD YOU LOOK SO SURPRISED LOL DID YOU NOT JUST TURN TOWARDS HIM WITH A SINISTER MURDER FACE LIKE TWO SECONDS AGO. LIKE WTF DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN

OH NO OH SHIT

FUCK ME, GUESS IT WOULDN’T BE A DRAMATIC BNHA DREAM SEQUENCE IF THIS ASSHOLE DIDN’T MAKE AN APPEARANCE AT SOME POINT OR OTHER NOW WOULD IT

-- HOLY SHIT?!

RECORD SCRATCH, FREEZE FRAME??

holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit

holy shit. fuck

...okay so

is this implying that AFO has been Noumufied? but that doesn’t make any sense, does it? he already had multiple quirks. what other advantages could there be to him becoming a Noumu. well whatever I’m just typing out all of my thoughts real fast for the time being and I’ll try to make sense of them later

or is it because he sees Kurogiri as a father figure? and AFO also?

or is he using Kurogiri’s quirk????? IS HE SOMEHOW WARPING INTO TOMURA’S DREAMS

because that third one, to me, is what this panel most looks like? Tomura says he looks like Kuro, but he doesn’t though. Kuro has a very distinctive face which this is very much lacking. instead it looks to me much more like one of Kurogiri’s portals, with AFO’s buddhaesque smile sticking out. so yeah. I got nothin’. except, again, fuck

(ETA: yeah I obviously have more thoughts about this now, but we’ll get to those in a bit.)

...

.......

-- !!!!!!!!!!LKJLK!JLKJ

oh shit oh shit oh shit 

OH SHIT

NO BABY NO DON’T DO IT

GASP

THEY’RE TRYING TO SAVE HIM AHHHH

I HAVE LIKE TEN THOUSAND THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN RIGHT NOW YET SOMEHOW MY MIND IS ALSO STRANGELY BLANK?? I DON’T EVEN KNOW?? I’LL JUST KEEP READING

KOTARO ARE YOU TRYING TO HELP HIM OR ARE YOU PULLING HIM TOWARD AFO??

OH HE’S PUSHING HIM BACK!! OH SHIT IT’S A WHOLE FAMILY EFFORT

THEY’RE TRYING TO SAVE HIM AFO IS GOING TO TAKE HIM OVER AND THEY’RE TRYING TO PROTECT HIM OH GOD OH JESUS

BABY TENKO EYES OH MY GOD HE LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE DEKU THAT I THOUGHT IT WAS DEKU FOR A MOMENT

NO TENKO!!!

FUCK -- DOES HE NOT CARE? HE ACTUALLY UNDERSTANDS WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN BUT HE DOESN’T CARE?? IS HE TRULY SO PROFOUNDLY MISERABLE THAT HE’D GO AHEAD AND ACCEPT THIS FATE WILLINGLY

NO SOUNDS. NO WORDS. YOU COULD HEAR A PIN DROP IN MY ROOM RIGHT NOW

except that I have the most incredible, chilling, disturbing, electrifying feeling that my mental soundtrack is about to start blaring AFO’s theme from the anime on full blast...!

LOOOOOL SOB OH FUCKK

THE MOST TERRIFYING, DRAMATIC KIP UP YOU’VE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE!! THIS IS IT, IT’S BEEN REAL FRIENDS, THIS IS WHERE WE DIE

-- ARE YOU REALLY, TRULY, GENUINELY SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW

NOW OF ALL TIMES IS WHEN WE FINALLY CUT TO THE TRIO, I’M CAN’T, I’M FUCK

AND THAT’S THE END AHHHHH

holy shit holy shit holy shit. wow

okay so. I don’t really have any sort of neat and tidy way to wrap up this hot mess of a recap lol. so, just... have a whole mess of all of my stupid whirling thoughts

those first four pages really did nothing to brace me at all lol

okay, so. here’s my understanding of all this, I guess. basically we’re going full Harry Potter rules here. AFO horcruxed his quirk, and from the looks of it, a piece of his soul (perhaps even the main piece) along with it. he then passed it on to Ujiko to implant into Tomura

horcrux!AFO then wakes up, and takes over Tomura. so then my understanding is that he’s going to be possessed by him. and I also got the impression that he’s fully aware of that, but just doesn’t care at this point. he knew his family was trying to warn him, but he didn’t care. and that look in his eyes when he disintegrated them just seemed so fucking resigned to me, though. jesus

but now the more interesting thing! so we can liken Tomura to the resurrected Voldemort from book 5 and onward, reborn after transferring his power into a new vessel. which would go a long way toward explaining how AFO was able to sense what was happening from all the way in Tartarus; because if we liken it to Voldemort and his horcruxes, it would mean that he still has a connection to them (similar to the connection between Voldemort’s mind and Harry’s)

but so now comes the really interesting thing -- what does this then imply about the connection between AFO and Deku? because you’ll recall that AFO alluded to a similar mental connection back when Deku first activated SIXQUIRKS. and now we have Deku somehow being magically aware of AFO’s sudden resurgent presence in this chapter. but why?? if the reason AFO and Tomura share a psychic link is because of a shared quirk, why would Deku also be experiencing the same link? the answer is, he wouldn’t -- unless he, too, had the same shared quirk

in other words, I think All for One for All is fucking confirmed you guys. I can’t think of any explanation for this other than that OFA is also a horcrux quirk. a little piece of AFO broken off and embedded in his brother, and then passed along through the generations. and now residing within Deku

anyway. so that’s a hell of a lot to ponder lol. I guess we can at least be grateful for the fact that we’re not waiting two weeks for chapter 271 like Hori originally planned. can you fucking imagine. what a fucking asshole lol

[starrybumbles]

Home Sweet Home

CHAPTER 1: Riverdale

Sweet Pea x Reader

Canon-Divergence.

Summary: In a world so big, how were you stuck in such a tiny town?

Word Count : 1877

Author’s Note: Hi guys! This is my first piece of writing I’m putting out so hopefully it’s good lol. I’m not even caught up with Riverdale tbh, and that’s bc there’s so little Sweet Pea. Back to the point though, I would love your guys’ review on this (:

           Moving away from California was the last thing you wanted to do. It was your home- your safe place. So many good things happened there and now... it was miles away. The trees blurred into a green blob, right up until you decided to focus on one. Then it seemed to go in slow motion. A sigh escaped your lips, eyes flickering up to the rearview mirror. The backseat- along with the trunk- was filled with your bags. It left little room to actually use the mirror for what it’s meant for. But then again, no one was rushing to stay at the ‘town with pep’. (It was anything but.)

“It’ll be fine.” Your mom’s hand came to rest on your own. “Think of this as a fresh start.”

“I didn’t want a fresh start.” 

There was a pause. The words had flown out faster than you could stop them. They left a bad taste in your mouth- complaining wasn’t something you liked to do. This whole move wasn’t your mom’s fault; people were shit and liked to shit on others. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know what you’re feeling. But I really do think you’ll be happier here.”  

As another silence hung over you both, you couldn’t help but wonder if that was true. Your life back in California was like a dream. You had a good group of friends, a best friend, and a place where you felt good and safe. It was a scene ripped right from the movie screen. But heading to Riverdale gave you a whole new perspective and you couldn’t say you liked it. 

The sun beat down your back as you pulled the rest of the suitcases out of the trunk. You could already feel the sweat building up on your neck. Even in Riverdale you couldn’t beat Summer’s heat- go figure. With three bags in your left and a suitcase in your right, you stepped back to let your mom shut the trunk. Your eyes wandered over to the park’s sign, dingy from years of standing. 

Sunnyside Trailer Park. Low Rates- No Pets- Swimming Pool.

A painted sun beamed with yellow and red rays right above the words. A line, the same shade of red, ran right through the second set below. 

Many times you’ve been here through the years and you couldn’t say anything has changed. A small smile spread across your face. The outside of the trailers were tinged with dust and dirt. Only one mattered, though, and that one was just a few feet away. A little wooden staircase leads up to the door. Trash bins were lined up on the left, while an isolated box stood on the other. It was familiar- so familiar you already knew what the inside looked like. But it wasn’t home. 

You walked up to the box and lifted a lawn gnome, grimacing at the rust on it. It was such an obvious place to hide a key. Your mother walked up behind you, groaning about how she should have thrown away more shoes. ( “You never know if I need them,” she’d said.) 

You trudged up the stairs and opened the door, settling your luggage to the side. To your right was the living room, set with all the essentials. To the left was the kitchen. You purse your lips before turning. 

“Hey, mom,” you called out. “You think uncle would mind if I munched on something?” 

Her voice echoed from the bathroom. “I don’t think so! Just munch, though. I think we should go to Pop’s and get something.” 

With that, you practically ran towards the kitchen. The cool air of the fridge hit you, a sigh of relief escaping. The feeling quickly fell as you saw nothing in there that would satisfy your hunger. You’d thought the fridge would be stocked considering your cousin was such a foodie. How did he get by like this? You closed the door, puffing out at the disappointment. Guess you’d have to wait for diner food. “So, uh.. when exactly are we going there?”

You watched your mom round the corner. “Soon. Uncle will be here soon.”

And, low and behold, your uncle walked through the door within the next few minutes. He wore a tired grin as he opened his arms toward you. Stepping away from the fridge, you wrapped your arms around him. His stubble scratched the top of your head. You murmured a little hello and your uncle returned it. That smile was still on his face as he greeted your mom. 

“It’s good to see you, Forsythe.” 

“Why don’t you ever use FP?” He groaned, holding her at arm's length. “I hate that name.” 

“Well, it's your name.” She rolled her eyes, patting his shoulder. Your mom was the older one out of the two and she made sure everyone knew. 

Despite the complaints from FP, you knew he wasn’t that bothered by it. Family was everything with you guys, even when you lived across the country. The constant contact with each other over the years kept that bond strong. It made you wish being here was under different circumstances. 

The two adults shared a look before nodding. Your eyes shifted to the half empty coffee pot on the stove, left untouched since the morning. Of course your uncle knew about what happened in California. You figured the talk would happen later- out of earshot for you. A part of you hoped you’d be included, while another didn’t want to talk about it. 

A buzzing noise reached your ears. You fumbled to get your phone from the back of your pocket. The screen lit up, soliciting a smile at the text. B/F Name, your best friend, had been texting you since you left. You missed her a lot. Never have you been so far away. Biting your lip, your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you responded. Maybe you would call her later if she wasn’t busy. 

“Y/n, fix yourself. We’re gonna leave.” 

You nodded without looking up at your mom and moved to the only bathroom in the trailer. The text was sent with a ‘ttyl’. 

Looking in the mirror, you locked eyes with your reflection. Bags hung under your eyes. They weren’t noticeable unless you were trying to spot them. You ran a hand over your face, taking a deep breath. Fresh start- that’s what this was. A new page to write whatever you wanted. You clicked your tongue, then sighed. 

_____________

Make the most of this, you thought, and nodded at your reflection before throwing the door open. 

The smell of burgers hit you as soon as the three of you entered. Despite its years, Pop’s looked as good as ever. The floor was checkered with black and grey, the booths a bright red with silver padding covering the top. On the walls were several decorations, many being old photos. Even the people here fit the fifties-esque aesthetic of the diner. 

At the register, your mom stood with your uncle, waving you over. A smile graced her lips, her hand reaching out to place itself on your back. Behind the metal table was a big man wearing an apron and a hat that had Pop’s Chock’Lit Shoppe printed on both. His smile reflected your mom’s. It took you a second before recognizing him. 

“Well, if it isn’t little Y/n L/n. Look at you all grown up.” His voice was as warm as an apple pie fresh out of the oven. 

You returned his smile, waving at Pop before shoving it back into the pocket of your jeans. “Hi. Been a few years,” you said. 

“It certainly has. I’m glad to see you back.” 

Pop nodded to both you and your mom before ushering you to find a seat. You followed the two adults down the line, feeling a bit awkward as you trailed behind. You could feel stares of other customers as you passed by. You kept your eyes trained ahead. 

Pop had come by to take your orders and within that time, you found that your uncle worked there in his free time. 

“So I’m hearing free milkshakes?” You grinned, eyebrows shooting up. 

Your mom snorted. “Or maybe she could get a job and pay for them.” 

FP nodded, pointing a finger at her. You gave them both accusatory glances. 

“I’d like an extra hand around here.”

“It’s not like I wouldn’t try to get hired, but we just moved here! I need a little time to adjust.” 

You slumped against the seat, and picked up a fry. Working at Pop’s didn’t sound like such a bad thing- you had at least a little experience under your belt. You glanced around the diner again, eyeing the empty tables. It shouldn’t be too hard. Turning towards your uncle, you continued, “I just need to get familiar with the place again. Adjust to life in Riverdale first before diving into being the town’s little go-getter.” 

FP snickered. “Alright, kid.” His eyes flickered to the door as the bell attached to it jingled. “Now’s your time to start getting familiar.” 

At his words, you swiveled around to meet Jughead. He looked a little stunned to see you. A second passed before a grin stretched across his face. You made your way toward him. Your arms wrapped around his middle with a squeeze.

 As you pulled away, a group started to push past the doors and stand behind Jughead. You nudge your cousin, then step to the side.  

“Jug,” you hissed when he didn’t follow suit. You gestured to the group, and when you made eye contact with the tall one you gave a smile. “Sorry for him.”

The one at the head narrowed his eyes at you. He crossed his leather clad arms over his torso, and you noticed that they all had the same jacket on. Jughead took a step back towards them, glancing at the tallest before switching back to you. It was then that you saw the same jacket on him that everyone else had. A small “oh” formed on your mouth as your brain connected the dots. 

“Are you guys having some sort of club meeting?”

Jughead scoffed, shaking his head at your ridiculous question. “No, it’s…” 

As he trailed off, his eyes shifted to something behind you. 

“A.. project.”

Right, you thought. A project for what?

You wanted to ask. It was so obvious that he was lying about whatever this was. Yet your lips didn’t move. And you knew why. There was a lot that happened back in your old town; stuff that you’d rather keep in the dark. Even from Jughead whom you were close with. Maybe this lie was his way of telling you he wanted to keep this to himself. So you’ll let it slide… for now. 

Two of the others looked to Jughead. The third one stared hard at you-- the tall one that you’d consider cute if he didn’t have such a mean mug. To avoid his gaze, you turned your back and waved the little group over. You all squished into a booth in the corner of the diner. Menus were passed around as Jughead grinned. 

“Let’s eat!”

[thecreelhouse]

flowers in the concrete

Paring: Robin Buckley x Female Reader

Summary: feelings are stupid, quitting smoking is stupid, put the two into the same room, and you’ve got emotion overload, baby!! (Or: reader is hopelessly head over heels for her best friend, and can’t find a way to go about it gracefully.)

Word count: 2,153

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of cigarettes??

A/N: I’m up late wired on sale Valentine’s Day candy (the inspo for this mess lol), and decided to write this, just ‘cause. Typical friends to lovers nonsense!! Title is from ‘love is a wild thing’ by Kacey Musgraves. Enjoy!!

“Where on Earth did you find this many fucking candy hearts?”

You glanced up from your spot on the floor to see Robin in the doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. She wore confusion with a hint of disgust across her features.

“... the store, Robin.” You deadpanned, earning an eye roll out of her.

“No shit, you jerk.” She replied, crossing the break room and sitting close to you on the floor. “Don’t tell me you spent your whole paycheck on these.”

“I didn’t!” You argued, though the countless bags and boxes filled with candy surrounding you was just evidence against your case. “They were on sale, you know, since Valentine’s Day is over now. So, like, only half of my paycheck was used on these.”

“Jesus Christ. I don’t think you’ve ever spent that much at once on cigarettes.” Robin mumbled, eyes darting around the piles of candy packages near you.

“Yeah, well, a certain someone wants me to quit, or whatever, so it’s better than smoking, right?” You grumbled, still going through the tail end of nicotine withdrawals. To be fair, you have wanted to quit, you just kept making excuses though. Robin decided to be a pain in your ass about it until you actually tried to quit.

“I mean, I guess. Just might actually rot your teeth out of your head faster.” Robin snickered, and you threw a small, empty candy hearts box at her teasingly.

“No one ever tells you that your best friend is allowed to be an absolute pain in your ass.” You remarked, and she scoffed, feigning offense.

“Forgive me for wanting your cute ass around and alive till we’re both old and wrinkly!” She smirked, and even if it was her joking, the small compliment made your stomach flip. You turned away, shuffling the candy scattered across the floor back into your shopping bags, trying to keep your mind occupied elsewhere. Robin got back onto her feet and headed back for the door, before turning back to you.

“You need a ride home tonight?” She asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, my car’s still being a worthless heap of trash.” You mumbled with an eye roll, and she softly laughed. A sound you’d do almost anything to hear at any time of the day, if you could.

“It wouldn’t be if you put your extra money towards fixing it and not candy.” She teased, sticking her tongue out before walking out. Laughing to yourself, you shook your head, knowing she had a point.

Robin always was looking out for you, looking out for your best interests and well being. It wasn’t overbearing, it was always backed with love.

You just knew that love was strictly a friend kind of love, and nothing more. You wished it was different, wished it for quite some time now. It dawned on you in high school, and never left your mind. It grew and grew and grew, and no matter how hard you tried to deny it, you liked your best friend.

Sure, Robin came out to you in high school, and you were obviously supportive, but you kept your own questioning bottled up. You wanted to figure things out on your own before telling anyone. Among that tangled mess in your head, you began to realize how much you really, really liked her.

In fact, it wasn’t until Robin showed up at your house the night Starcourt burned to the ground, covered in blood and bruises, a tired, dazed mess. That, that was when it really got to you, in the pit of your stomach, that sickening feeling you could’ve lost her, for good. Furious, only for a moment, that she could’ve been so reckless and stupid, followed by the raw relief that she was somehow still alive, still here, and came to you first for comfort. For once, it wasn’t you being the vulnerable one reaching out for comfort from her. That was what made you realize you didn’t just have a crush on your best friend, you were in love with her.

You were head over heels, disgustingly in love with your best friend, Robin Buckley, and had no way of controlling the feelings, no way of turning them off, ignoring them, moving on, none of that.

They really only grew from that July night on, and it just made it absolutely heart-wrenching to hang out with her, acting like nothing had changed.

It had changed, though. You first felt it when she came out to you first, before anyone else. You felt it when she’d ask you to take long car rides with her, windows down, favourite songs blaring through the speakers. You felt it when she’d want to share her fries with you, the way she’d always stop to re-tie those old sneakers she constantly cursed at you for still wearing, or like how she’d always wait up for you if you fell behind while walking in groups, make sure you were always heard before someone could talk over you. Holding your hand when thunderstorms rolled through, knowing you were terrified of them. Always making sure you had the extra blankets during sleepovers before she did.

It didn’t mean Robin loved you back, though, and you knew that very well. Your heart wanted to take each kind, thoughtful gesture and seal them up tight in a trinket box, for safe, sentimental keeping. Your mind knew too well, though, that it was just her always being a good friend, nothing more. Never a step further.

After cleaning up your mess, you joined Robin and Steve on the floor, cleaning up the video store before locking up for the night.

“Steve, seriously, will you stop throwing pencils like darts into the damn ceiling?” You heard Robin scold Steve like a child.

“What else am I supposed to do when it’s dead before closing?” He argued back, arms up in protest. Climbing up onto the counter, he began reaching for the pencils as he stood on the points of his toes. “Besides, look, I can still get them, I’m tall enough.”

“It’s like I run a daycare working with you two.” Robin muttered, giving you that half smile that always gave you butterflies. This time, though, the comment hit you in an odd way. Like you’re always needing to be taken care of.

You frowned, shuffling over to a corner of the store that had some tapes out of order, and began fixing them, trying to take your mind off of things. A few minutes passed with the three of you fixing up odd ends of the store, some bickering and goofy banter passed between Robin and Steve, while you kept to yourself, just wanting to go home. You couldn’t help but overthink Robin’s comment.

“Hey, lovebug, ready to go?” Robin asked softly, pulling you from your thoughts. You nodded, still in a bit of a daze, keeping to yourself. The nickname would’ve made you blush up and your stomach flip, but right now your mind was elsewhere. She raised a brow at you, concerned at how quiet you grew, before nodding in return and walking to the door. The three of you walked out after locking the store up, and said your goodbyes to Steve before he drove off on his own.

You walked over to Robin’s car, reaching for the handle, before her hand landed on top of yours, startling you. You glanced over at her, shifting your back against the car door, while Robin’s hands pressed against the vehicle as she gave you a questioning stare.

“Alright, spill. What’s going on?” She asked, eyes searching yours for any answers you refused to say yourself. Biting your lip a little, you looked off.

“Nothin’, why?”

“You’re the worst liar, Y/N.” She pointed out, then let her voice soften. “Seriously, you alright?”

Your focus fell back on her as you began to nod, but couldn’t bring yourself to lie while looking right at her. “It’s silly. Probably just me being a wreck while trying to quit. You know how much I used cigs to calm down.”

“Yeah, but that’s not it here, is it?” She asked, and you were suddenly hyper aware of how close your bodies were to one another, just inches apart. The mid February cold had nothing on the heat radiating between the two of you. Her hands on the car were dangerously close to touching your shoulders, and you just wanted her to hold you.

You shrugged, before taking a shaky breath in. “How do you know, Robin?”

“Know.. ? Know what?”

You shrugged again, now blushing. “That you’re not... you know,” struggling to find the words you’ve always wanted to ask her. “Not like everyone else?”

It took a second, but then her face reflected the aha! moment she just had. “You mean like-“

Still nervous, you blurted out, “- like, liking girls. How do you know? How are you sure?”

“That’s a loaded question, isn’t it?” She joked, but dropped her smile when she saw you weren’t accepting the laughter right now. “You just... know.”

“Okay, because that helps.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms.

“You’re such a brat, sometimes, you know that?” Robin shook her head, but still left a smirk on her face.

“Yeah, well, guess it fits considering you’re practically running a daycare just working with me anyway.” Your tone was sad, and Robin was quick to frown at your words.

“You know I’m always kidding about that, right?”

“Oh, please. You’re always cracking jokes about taking care of me, because I’m never able to look out for myself.”

Robin stepped closer, just barely closing the gap between the two of you, and your breath hitched in your throat, anticipating her next move.

“You know I do that out of love, right? Because I love you, right? Please tell me you know that, or I’m gonna feel like the world’s biggest fucking fool.” She spoke firmly, but her voice wavered towards the end.

“Yeah, yeah, because that’s what best friends do, and because you don’t want me to die before you, and shit like that.” You droned on, rolling your eyes again, but it was more to fight off the tears that wanted to break than to mock her.

Robin’s hand reached for your chin, tilting your face back towards her, forcing you to lock eyes with hers.

“You’re such a stubborn, thick skulled, brat,” she started, voice wobbling, “and I look out for you because I love you. I love all of you. Every goddamn part, even the most stubborn parts.”

“Right, I know you’re like, ‘best friend of the year’ every year, Robin, but wh-“

“Shut up, just shut up for five minutes, please.” Robin spoke up, stronger now, but it didn’t stop her bottom lip from quivering, holding back her own emotions. “I’m on your ass constantly so you better yourself and your life because I love you, because I am in love with you.”

Your ears began ringing as you felt your jaw fall slack in her fingers, in total disbelief at the words Robin spoke to you. Your brain couldn’t properly function, couldn’t form coherent sentences to reply.

“Please say something, even if you have to yell at me like you do, I’d rather that than-“

Your heart reacted faster than your mind, and before you knew it, you were reaching up to Robin’s face, gently pulling her towards you, closing the gap between your bodies as your lips met. Without missing a beat, she wrapped her arms around your torso, holding you close, keeping you close to her as your mouths moved together in soft patterns.

You didn’t want to pull away, didn’t want the moment to end, but your brain finally came up with words strung together for some form of a sentence.

“You’re right, you do just know.” You whispered against her lips, and a snort of laughter escaped her, pulling laughter from you too.

“You’re such a little shit, you know that?” She laughed as she tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, and you admired her smile, feeling the butterflies all over. “Kinda’ glad I convinced you to quit smoking before we kissed. You taste like a candy dish, though.”

“Yeah, but I’m all yours, huh?” Confidence surged through you as the words fell from your lips, smirking. “And shut up, you like it.”

“Yeah, yeah, get in the car before I leave your ass here.” She joked, pulling away, but you pulled her back close for a moment, pressing a quick kiss against her lips.

“I love you, even if you are a pain in my ass.” You whispered, smiling, holding back giggles.

Robin laughed, shaking her head, and tugging on your hands, pulling you in for one more kiss. “I love you too, even if you are a brat.”

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hello! Can I please ask for a scenario? (or Hcs if it is too complicated); since Zuffer has retired, I couldn't ask that. She said once that Kai probably couldn't/know how to ride a bike. How about his S/o trying to teach him that?? It would be hilarious due to how stuborn and arrogant he is (aka tsundere mafia man) 😂😂

(I don’t think Zuffer is retired! At least, I kinda don’t think so. What I feel like is maybe she’s stressed out with the whole pandemic going on, and also the haters, and also her ask box is probably filled up or something. Either way, I hope she feels happier soon, no pressure yknow! I’d kill for her. Anyway!!! I’ll do this ask in her honor lol)

~The Curious Case of Chisaki and the Red Bike~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-”MY BOY!!!!” Pops shouted when he saw Kai coming around the side yard. You were currently helping the elder clean out the garage for the first time in a long time since it’s been cleaned! You smiled when Kai approached with three more large trash bags. One was blue, indicating the stuff to be kept. Another was green, indicating the stuff that would be donated to charity. The last bag was orange, indicating what would be thrown away. 

-Really so far all Pops did was stand watch while you and Kai worked. He was the voice of reason because without him YOU would try to keep everything, and KAI would try to toss everything. Besides, Pops liked spending time with you guys anyway! 

-”AAAHHHH, OH MY GOD!” You almost started crying when you came across baby pictures of Kai. Well...not baby per-see, but childhood pictures of him after he was taken in by Pops. So now, you and the elder where flipping through Kai’s pictures while he desperately tried to clean up without the help. Eventually, you guys cleared all the way to the main wall when something caught your eye. “What’s this?” You grabbed it and pulled to dislodge the item from behind the junk. It was a dusty old bike! Sure it was a little large for the size of a child, but the rust indicated that it must’ve belonged to Kai a long time ago. “Well now, I haven’t seen that old thing since Chisaki’s 8th birthday.” Pops chuckled as he wiped his finger along the dust. “Trash it.” Kai said abruptly before trying to pull it away from you. “What?! No way!!! Besides, this bike is the perfect size for you now. I mean, you can actually ride it now that you’re big enough.” Pops and Kai exchanged a knowing glance at each other before the old man started to chuckle lightly and Kai groaned. “Angel, just let it go. Let’s get some more work done before it gets too late outside.”You reluctantly agreed, but the bike stayed on your mind until after dinner was long gone and you were now in bed with Kai. You watched his breathing slow as he fell asleep peacefully and you wondered what was the deal with the bike? Why did he want to throw it away so quickly. Your view went to the window of your room. You stared at the rusty old bike parked under the huge cherry blossom tree in the front. An idea struck you like a moving train.

-The next morning Kai woke up and you weren’t by his side. He would've started worrying had he not heard you laughing outside with Pops. Maybe you two were finishing the garage job? He went outside and to his surprise, you were standing next to a brand new Red bike. “Kai, you’re awake! I went to trade your old bike into a pawn shop. It got me enough money to buy you this new bike instead! It’s practically a carbon copy of the old one. Isn’t this great? Now you can ride it again! We can even go riding together if I get my bike out of storage!” You were happy for a moment until you noticed the expression on his face. Once again he and Pops exchanged the same expression. Finally Pops spoke up with a teasing tone. “Chisaki hasn’t ridden the bike because of the way it looked. The boy never learned how to properly ride one.” You gasped, looked at Kai blushing lightly from embarrassment and annoyance, and then you laughed. “I’m sorry...WHAT?!” 

-”Yes it’s true! He tried one good time and gave up after he fell and skinned his knee.” Pops continued through laughter. Kai turned around and began to stomp away from you two until you grabbed his wrist and apologized. “Just try one more time for me Kai? Won’t it be fun to ride as a couple?” You gave him those puppydog eyes and he was hooked. He reluctantly got onto the bike, pushed off, misplaced where the peddle was, and fell on his side. “Okay, that’s enough. Get rid of that death machine right now.” He stood up, and dusted himself off angrily. He saw the look on your face and realized he wasn’t going to be free to go until he got this down.

-Of Course he could overhaul the bike and call it a day, but you would just go get another one.

-Somewhere along the line this led to lengthy bike riding lessons on his offdays, and even more skinned knees. One day, he finally got it!!! But then he didn’t know how to stop the damned thing, ran into a tree, and went flying into the bushes.

-It would take some time before he might ever hope to conquer the Red bike

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TIp Jar: https://cash.app/$YuTakeyama

[youralternantpersonality]

Sherlock

Seth x reader: Sherlock

WARNING: Virgin-like smut and Seth clap-back lol

*Additional characters names are as gender natural as I can get them*

***

Y/n POV

It had been a month of nonstop calling and texting to Seth wondering what the fuck is going on. One day, we're laughing in his room supposed to be doing homework and the next, he suddenly needs to avoid me. I tried talking to Sue and Leah, but no avail. Billy decided to take care of him (even though Sue is a nurse) so when I tried getting a hold of Billy, all I received was to not call again or automatic voicemail.

I decided enough was enough and I was going to confront him at school. He’d seen me in the hallway countless of times and ran the other way before I could get to him. This time, it wasn’t happening. This time I was going to make sure I get the answers I needed.

***

As I head to my last class, I find him with Embry and Jake at their lockers. I grab his arm to look at me only to barely have him move.

“Hey, what the hell Seth? What the hell is going on with you?” I pay no mind to Embry and Jake as Seth turns to look at me. I stare up at him and damn nearly forget to blink when I look into his eyes. I’ve always loved this boy, always had a crush on him, but now, it just seemed different. Trying to stay mad, I keep my composure waiting for an answer. Although, knowing him, he can read me like a book. He looked at me with a black expression and said.

“Leave me alone Y/n. What can't you get? We're not friends anymore. And by the way, you need to work on hiding that crush you have for me, it makes you look desperate." He said, turning around instantly, slamming his locker, and brushing past me faster than I could register what he just said. I have never felt a heartbreak as bad as I did at that moment. The expression must have been obvious because even Embry and Jake tried to talk to me.

“Y/n/n…” before Jake could even do anything, my defense mode went up and I looked at them, blank face, lack of emotions, and all that came with it. We've all known each other for years; they knew what this means when it came to me. I was beyond broken, and no amount of sense of care can snap me out of it.  

“I have to go.” I decided to skip my last class and head home. Once I got in my car, I calmly drove to the gas station to fill up and head home. When I got to my room, I calmly grabbed a cardboard box and absent mindlessly packed all his stuff. Pictures, tapes, clothing items, anything that was his. He lived here sometimes so I grabbed his clothes, bath wash (that I would use sometime), and anything that he had given me as a gift. Birthday cards, charms, dreamcatchers, trinkets, stones that looked like shit we found as kids, everything. It took 2 boxes to fill most of it, I put the rest of his clothes in a trash bag. I carried them to my car, running into my older siblings, Riley and DJ, who stopped me along the way.

“Woah there Trojan, what’s going on with you?” I looked at them dead in the face and they knew. Everyone knew something was wrong when a lack of emotions is displayed on my face.

“Who hurt you?” Riley said,

"Who do we have to kill?" DJ said afterward.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m through with them. Can you grab that box and that bag and help me bring this to the car? I have to return this.” I said heading towards the door.

“Didn’t Seth give you this ring?” It was a raven, he said because I was mysterious and cautious that it reminded him of me. I almost cracked at that moment.

“Wait, this is Seth’s t-shirts! Y/n, what happened? What did he do?” DJ said.

“Doesn’t matter, just put it in my car. I need to return his shit. I’ll tell you later.” I said placing the box in the front seat. They followed through without saying a word. They pulled me into a hug for emotional support and allowed me to go on my way.

I pulled up to the Clearwater’s house and proceeded to grab all his shit in one trip to the door. I was just about to knock when Leah and Sue open the door.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” Sue said, shocked and anxious at my appearance.

“Returning some things Seth left at my place.” Leah looks at me with a sad expression,

“Y/n…please…” she says seeing my face. They both knew, again, everyone who knew me knew what was wrong. I just wanted to get this day over with so I can go home and be invisible to the world for a while.

“I just wanted to drop this off, then I’ll be on my way.” And never return.

“He’s in his room. I’m sure he’d like to see you.” Leah softly smiled at Sues words. I stayed the same with doubt after what happened not even 3 hours ago.

“I highly doubt that.” There was a pregnant and awkward pause.

"Well, just let us know if you need anything. We have to head to work. There's food in the fridge if you get hungry." Sue said as if I was now welcomed here. Leah pulled me in a hug as if she would see me soon. I didn’t return it.

I stepped inside their home and placed the bag on the floor by the couch and grabbed one of the boxes to bring outside of his room. As I about to place the bag down to leave, bring my hand to the doorknob only to hear grunt noises and moaning. I stood there in shock and realize it wasn't fully closed. I listen and realize why he was so rude towards me…he was seeing someone else. I almost broke down right there if it wasn't for the fact that something caught my attention.

"Fuck, Y/n." I stop breathing, trying to see if I heard that correctly. Did he just say my name? I hear more grunts and moans and my name slipping from his lips again. This time I brace myself up against the wall and realize my breathing not only got hard but so did my nipples. I go to push it open to only see a sight to see.

Seth. Shirt off. Pants low. Pleasing himself. And at that moment, he said it again.

“Damn it Y/n you feel so good, baby." Shivers ran down my spine hearing him. I silently closed the door behind me and confidently walked up to him removing my shirt, shoes, and yoga pants in the process. I watch him a little bit longer as his hips start to buck at the thought of me pleasing him instead of his hands.  

I carefully walk up to him, bend over, and grab his length for him and licked the tip of his head. Alerting him that someone is here. He jumps, eyes wide, and scared for his life.

"Shit! Y/n…ah…what a-are you doing h-here?" he said trying to catch his breath while grabbing a pillow to cover himself. I ignore his question, calmly removing his pillow, straddle his leg, grab his length, and finish the job for him. He was hesitant at first, attempting to pull me from him until the tip of my tongue encountered his head. He was a goner after that.

I worked him through my hands calmly, trying to calm my nerves of excitement at the position I am in now—one that I have been dreaming of I might add. Bringing him in my mouth sucking him as far I can get him in, allowing my hand to pump him of what I can't reach, I move in slow motion. Painfully to slow for him. He bucks his hip in my mouth and grunts as his hand slips into my hair.

"Fuck baby, like that." I can feel his eyes staring at me, so I look up at him, making eye contact. I stick my tongue out and slap his cock against it and go back to slurping him and making all kinds of pleasurable noises. A pool develops between my legs and without even realizing what I am doing, I start rubbing myself for any amount of friction I can get.

“Shit, baby come here.” Seth pulls me up to him and kisses me with both passion and need. He flips me over and situates himself in between me. He realizes that I don’t have a bra on and instantly starts kneeing my breasts. His large hands play with my nipples, rubbing them in between his fingers and pulling gently yet firmly at them causing a reaction out of me.

“Fuck, Seth…” I whine quietly, unintentionally bucking my hips towards him. He reaches down and pulling at my underwear to take off. I lift my hips and he slides them off easily. He leans in to kiss me and starts rubbing my clit slowly. I whine and wrap my arms around his neck while moving with him. His other hand goes to my hips and pushes them down to stay still.

“Fuck. Let me do this for you baby. Relax, I got you.” He says, leaving kisses down my body until he reaches his destination. He licks his figure of the juice I provided on there for him, looks up at me dead in the eyes like a predator is about to eat his prey. And he does just that.

"Oh God!" my hands grab onto his sheets as he dives in savoring me with his tongue. He finds my clit almost instantly and focuses hard on that while watching my reaction. He wraps one arm around my hips to keep me still and the other to hold down my leg to the side to get a better angle. The constant noises that he makes only make me wetter as the seconds go by. He lifts slightly, and slips a figure in my slowly, curling upward making me gasp for my dear life. I'm not sure what he hit, but I only pray he keeps hitting that spot.

“You like that baby. You want more don’t you, huh baby girl.” He says looking back up at me, slowly sliding in a second figure, twirling and pumping in and out of me. He kisses my inner thigh and tells me to relax as he goes back to giving my clit more attention it deserves. He goes a little faster this time, hitting that spot repeatedly. I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I reach my hands in his hair roughly to pull him closer. I lift my legs onto his shoulders to give a better angle and god, it does wonder. He uses his free arm to lift my leg in the air, slapping my ass in the process of it. He starts to speed up his paste as my legs start to shake vigorously.

"That's it, baby, let go. Let go for me. Let go for Daddy." And I fucking lost it. I cried out seeing stars and tears running down my face. My hips bucked uncontrollably, and my legs and body shook as if I was a fish out of water. Seth climbed on top of me and kissed me. Tasting myself on his lips as he continued to rub me. I reached down to his member and slowly worked on him. I looked down and saw he was dripping. I looked up at him, his eyes closed, mouth slightly open in pleasure.

"More… please…" I whined in his ear and without hesitation, he lifted himself, took off his shorts and boxers, and situated himself again in between my legs.

“You sure baby?” I nodded and kissed him with what passion I had left.

"Pull out." He nodded. He rose and slowly entered me. Only having the head in, did his head fall back and a moan escapes his lips and he leaned over with one arm by my head and the other focusing on going inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist for a better angle and both of our breaths stopped. He looked me in the eyes as he fully was in me and we just paused. Not a second after he slowly thrust his hips and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Placing his other arm on the other side of my head, bending down to kiss me, that he kept up the paste until he felt me relaxing.

"Fuck baby, you feel good." He said, increasing his speed. He went to his elbows and kissed me, reminding me to breathe. I wrapped one arm around his neck and the other on his bicep. Holding on for my dear life.

“Faster… please.” I couldn’t control the word coming out of my mouth, but I didn’t regret the. He simply obliged and went faster.

"Like that baby? Fuck Y/n, you have no idea how long I've wanted you like this. Under me, begging me for more." I swear with every word coming from his mouth it only made me closer to my end. He rises, grabs my hips, and goes faster and slightly harder. I reach up to grab his forearm and lift my legs knees to chest. He grabs the back of them, lifts forward and thrusts slower but harder. I look down and only become wetter watching him enter me.  

“Fuck, Seth…Oh God bay, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I cry out to him. He slaps my ass and says,

"Never." He leans back, grabs my legs, and shoves me closer to him and loses it. I grab onto him while arching my back and moan incoherent things to him. He takes his fingers and starts playing with my clit.

“Cum for me baby. Cum for Daddy again.” He says, trying to get me to cum before he does. It doesn’t take long, two pumps later, I’m withering underneath him calling out for him again. He increases his uneven paste and his breath hesitates. He pulls out at the last second and finishes on my stomach.

“Fuck! Ah, shit Y/n," he says hovering over me. Eyes closed, forehead to forehead, trying to catch our breath. His cock limps slightly as he lets go of it. He reaches down for some tissue and wipes his nonexistent children off of me, then cleans himself. He puts on his boxers and goes to the bathroom and comes back with a wet washcloth and cleans in between my legs. It stings, but bearable. Once done, he comes back and lays down next to me. He pulls me close to him, kisses my head, and smiles. I wrap myself around his warm body and kiss him back.

“I guess I have some explaining to do, don’t I?”

“No shit sherlock.” I laugh, laying my head on his chest waiting for the much-needed explanation.

“Hold on…Daddy? Really?” I look up at him. He just looks at me, shrugs his shoulder and puts on a cheeky grin.

“You like it, don’t lie.”

“…Fuck you.”

“With pleasure.”

[chargetheintruder]

My one-year pandemic anniversary.

I likely won't have much time tomorrow, the 17th to actually do much online, to honor my fifty-two weeks of strangeness with COVID-19, beyond mark my calendars with something like:

One Year does not equal two weeks, damn it.

But even so, I should likely post something, even if a day early, just to take note of what happened to me, what I've lost, and so on.

Because you see, I went into 2020 on meds for everything (mood disorder, prostate issues and all that) and with plans. I did. I was still thinking I could recover some clothing and furniture for this penalty box of an apartment I'm half-stuck with, and that I could maybe get some new friends or a girlfriend sometime soon.

Then this pandemic hit. Only at first it was an outbreak and I had gotten it twisted because like a lot of folks early on I was working on partial info at best. I live in a blue state and near a University campus, so I jumped to some conclusions about how this was going to be a "campus illness" and how red staters were just partying it up because no campuses meant no outbreak, right?

Wrong. This was a pandemic, at least partially because a) some 5 million people went to the Wuhan province in the PRC to celebrate the Lunar New Year and many of them likely were Patient Zeroes, and b) because a lot of those people spread the thing to Europe first, insuring further spread.

So really, losing my chance to vote on that Election Day in the Democratic Primaries (because of lockdown) so that someone other than Biden would get chosen was the least of my worries. I had to get used to distancing, abusing my sleeves for coughs and sneezes, THEN masks, and also dealing with crazy people and only those being anti-mask for any reason, while LOTS of people were still against WASHING THEIR HANDS.

And also. . . I had the problems I had with my forced moveout of August 28, 2018, largely because I needed to be IN TOWN, since I had no car, true, but also because I had problems with LACK OF HUMAN CONTACT. Guess what this pandemic, then, shoved down everyone's throat (except for people with very nice internet connections)? Right. And here I was desperately trying to keep it together for the longest time with no internet connections because of outdated equipment, but also because I didn't want to give in to Comcast's monopoly power over this entire damned town (right next door) where I was forced to move. Yeah.

Fast-forward to October of 2020. I didn't like Biden but Trump was hellbent on becoming Hitler Lite, and it was clear everyone with half a brain had to stop Trump. So I took my mail-in ballot, filled out and everything, to a ballot box that I thought would be safe. That entailed a short bus ride on a route I was no longer familiar with. I came masked up. I rode in the center of the bus as usual. An older lady up front was coughing up a lung and not, NOT wearing her mask over her nose, and barely over her mouth.

I got sick about a week later and looking back, I'm pretty sure it was COVID-19. I took no chances and self-quarantined for a month to be safe to everyone else around me. I gave in and had internet by then, even if my access to my own Chromebook was super-limited still (thanks Google, you jerks). I could make it. The virus itself seemed to only give me digestive/GI issues and body aches, no big deal, right?

Problem was, I started coughing and feeling tired and dizzy all the time afterward. Long COVID, made worse by my being in a sick-house of an apartment building where the lease said it was a "no-smoking building" but the tenants and especially my neighbors, just gave no fucks and kept lighting it up in their apartments and polluting my own (under and through the baseboards). And it was all I could do to stay online and push others to vote, and support Georgia, and to be patient with Team Victim in the hopes that something would be done about the bastards who got us into the mess. You know, the landlords and rich bitches, and yes, the local University too, who invited all of the Han Chinese exchange students here to my hometown, had out-of-state, red-state landlords show up and pander to them exclusively, to the point that locals were ran out of town wherever possible? Those guys.

Those red-state, Republican guys. But in the process, I got re-addicted to chatting with my long-distance flirt on the internet, among lots of other things, my health got worse and it got to where I barely got out once a week, then once every 2-3 weeks, because of virus surges. Getting out was rough anyway because of the masks--nobody had a face, which made it hard for me to talk to people and not be freaked out and paranoid. The only uncanny valley issue I really have--facelessness--and it was the one I had to deal with. And I had lost my friends, mostly, except for the last pen-pal I have out-of-state, and she's busy with her husband and family too.

Point is, here I am now. A year into this. Worn-out, ragged, depressed when I already had depression, in bad health when I already had old-fart health issues, nothing to do anywhere outside when I had little to nothing to do inside to begin with. No, really, I don't go out to eat, just to eat out of a bag in the parking lot, or to walk it home and it gets cold, sorry. And ordering pizza and cheesy bread really only does so much. My life and finances were already ruined from the forced move-out and now there's literally nothing, no friends locally, no social contact, nothing, nothing, nothing, thanks to this plague, this plague, this plague, and people get to hurt us again, a thousand-plus times as badly as 9-11-2001 did, and they get to walk, and walk and walk. Meaning the Han Chinese, the landlords from Trumps on down, and also the alt-reich supporting the shit-show.

I hope you can see where this would make a fellow a bit crazy. More so than usual. I would hope the vaccines make things all right again, but even that has problems since it lets people off the hook. And also, since I have a bit of a ruined trash-mouth that's maybe half my fault? *lol* Meaning I might look better with a mask on in perpetuity, ugh, even if I don't feel like it.

What do you do?