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[salamispots]

tumblr isn't letting me evil boop people :<

(or even normal boop hAHA)

[tangerineastronaut]

Hi! I saw you take requests.

May I request something with GOT7 Jackson Wang and best friend!reader, in which the reader starts developing feelings for him and start thinking he’s the one for her? <3

Friends, Just for Now | Jackson Wang (Part 1)

Part 2

The one where your best friend can't keep his secret anymore (and you're oblivious).

Pairing: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff, BestFriend!Reader, idiots to lovers Requested: Yes w.c. 6.6k (oops) Warnings: Cheating (not between jackson and reader), lots of profanity, nicknames, namecalling, minor injury, reader wouldn't know love if it smacked her in the head, holy shit they're kind of annoying af A/N: this was so fun to write, love me a good idiots friends to lovers. I'm also cheesy af, feel free to call me out. Please excuse any errors there may be, I usually proofread after posting. ❣️The love I received on my yunho imagine has literally made me do happy dances, I haven't posted anything on tumblr in 8 years and you guys are just literally the best. I love you all so much! Requests: Open (link below)

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🎧 FRI(END)S by V

“Come on, pie, I told you this was gonna happen. You never listen.”

Two things went through your mind, though you refused to lift your head from where it was tucked against your knees. 

One, you hated that nickname. Pie. He thought it was so cute, and it probably would’ve died off had you not reacted to it the way you did. One missed smear of cherry on your nose 3 years ago and suddenly you’ve been christened. It was his favorite story to tell. 

And two, Jackson Wang was going to get his shit rocked if he didn’t leave you alone. 

“Fuck off,” you say bitterly, pulling further into yourself.

He was right. He had warned you.

You’d hoped Leejin was different, that the rumors were just exaggerated. Surely he didn’t cheat on every girlfriend…right?

“Wrong,” Jackson had laughed. “He’s a fucking dog, y/n.”

You’d rolled your eyes, and then Jackson said three words to you that had kind of hurt. Not kind of. A lot. They’d hurt a lot. 

“You’re not special.”

Leejin was so nice, he was smart and funny and headed for a successful career with his family’s business (so what if his parents probably paid off the school to make sure those student conduct violations never stuck). You wanted to be special. Spent 4 months trying to be. It wasn't an eternity, but you tended to put your whole heart into everything, and it almost always ended up like this.

But Jackson’s words rang true, painfully so, when you received a text from an unknown number earlier today—screenshots of messages between Leejin and some girl, including explicit photos. The unnamed person had said nothing else; you wondered if it was the girl from the screenshots, but you didn’t reply. You simply texted Leejin to go fuck himself before blocking him on everything, running straight home to your apartment, praying that Jackson wasn’t there. He was, of course, as you split the rent. You hated the look on his face when you barged in, nose red and snotty from crying.

It wasn’t smug, it was just…"come on, pie, I told you this was gonna happen." 

You heard him sigh now, no doubt running a hand through his hair. It was blonde; you’d made fun of him at the time he'd dyed it though begrudgingly had to admit it suited him. But he was going to be bald before he was 40 if he didn’t stop tugging at it when he was stressed.

“Hey. Hey, stop. I hate it when you cry, you know, makes my joints hurt or something,” he says, kneeling beside you.

The fuck…? What does that even—

But you were too upset to stop, so he muttered under his breath, poking at your head until you whipped it up to slap him away. He looked like such a boy, hugging his knees and giving you a pleading look. Fine. Bastard.

You sighed and uncurled yourself, your knees screaming from the pain of turning into a human rollie pollie for the last half hour. Jackson sighed as well, no doubt relieved that you weren’t ugly crying anymore. 

He waited until your sniffles were a few minutes apart before moving, sitting criss cross on the floor. His brown eyes were soft, a rarity, truly, though you knew he was already formulating ways to tease you about this when it was more irritating than painful. 

“Done?” he asks, more to comfort himself than you. You sniff and nod, wiping your nose on your sleeve. Well, his sleeve. He made a face, realizing that you were wearing one of his sweatshirts, but made the apparent decision to yell at you later. 

“Don’t be mean to me,” you mumble, resting your cheek on your knee. 

“When am I ever?”

“Jackson, I swear to fucking—”

“I didn’t say anything, pie.”

“If you don’t drop that god damned nickname, it was one time, one little bit of cherry filling, I don’t even like cherry pie, you’re so fucking annoying—”

It was his turn to interrupt, but he didn’t. He just watched you, an irritating twinkle of amusement in his eyes. You scoffed and tucked your face away again, wishing he’d stop looking at you like that. Or at all, really. If there was one thing you’d learned after being friends with him for so long…the asshat had some eyes on him. Had this way of using his gaze to set the mood, able to stop your arguments or rile you up with micro expressions like an olympic gold medalist of manipulation. 

“Want some ramen?” he asks, tilting his head as though speaking to a kicked dog. You crinkle your nose without looking at him. “Want some cake? Some candy?”

“I want you to leave me alone,” you grumble. 

“Want a bath?”

You sigh, refusing to humor him with an answer he already had. He snapped his fingers like he’d just solved the equation of the century, having the audacity to ruffle your hair as he stepped over you unnecessarily to get to the door. You could hear him down the hall, the sound of the bathroom cabinets opening and closing, the water running, hopefully set on hot like you liked. 

“You're out of bath bombs,” he called. You frown. 

“I’m not, they’re under the sink.”

“Why’d you move them? Next to your menstrual equipment, eww.”

That’s why. You felt sorry for whatever unfortunate woman Jackson decided to wife up—the man was addicted to hot baths and cotton candy bath bombs. You’d have to move them again though, now that he knew about your stash. Besides, you’d sent him to the shop more than a few times when you were cramping and out of pads (and chocolate); he would not be impeded by them.

Jackson was waiting for you by the time you dragged yourself to the small shared bathroom. He bowed dramatically, gesturing toward the tub which was steaming hot, as you liked—a meal’s gotta cook. 

You mumble a thank you as he walks past, though he pauses in the doorway, eyes narrowed.

“Get naked, and give me my damn sweatshirt,” he says, pointing accusingly at you. You pout, immediately clutching your pearls.

“Is that why you never get laid? Jesus, would’ve thought you were smoother than that,” you huff. He impatiently tugs at your sleeve, rolling his eyes in that sassy way that always made you giggle and made him more irritated—a win win scenario. 

“It’s a $30 shirt, not a snot rag…pie.”

“You’re a snot rag,” you mumble. You turn your back to him, crossing your arms at the hem and tugging it over your head. You were still in a bra thankfully, though still covered your chest as you tossed the material at him. 

Jackson caught it smoothly, though he wasn’t even looking at the sweatshirt. You didn’t realize he was looking at you until you reached for the button of your jeans. His eyes weren’t lower than your lips, but he looked a little…off. You expected a joke about a food baby or maybe how pale you’ve gotten, but he says nothing. 

“Hello?” you say, shaking your head. “Is that all? Want my pants too? Gonna do my laundry for a change?”

Jackson blinks like his brain finally returned to his skull. He bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head and backing out of the doorway. Before he closed the door, however, his eyes leveled with yours, so intense it made your breath catch in your throat. Was he mad? Over a sweatshirt?

“Leejin is a fucking idiot,” he says before turning on his heel and heading down the hall. 

You stare at the spot where he stood, even after he’s gone. The hell was his problem now?

By the time you’ve finished your glorious bath, you waltz into the living room like a princess. Jackson looks up from his place on the sofa, deadpanning and tossing his phone on the coffee table as he takes in the freshly purloined hoodie you're sporting.

“Gonna lock my closet,” he says, shaking his head. You beam at him, cutely crinkling your nose as you pad to the kitchen. You tug open the fridge, thinking maybe you could cook something simple for the two of you. It was kind of late to make anything grand, but you wanted more than ramen. 

The empty shelves make your eye twitch. 

“Seriously?” you huff, gesturing around. “Would it kill you to get groceries once?”

“You always complain when I do,” Jackson shrugs, flicking through netflix with the remote. “Got the wrong brand, got too many, didn’t get enough—”

“I always text you a detailed list, but whatever,” you grumble, low enough that it doesn’t provoke a response. “Since you’re a big man baby incapable of buying groceries, you can buy us something at the convenience store.”

“I am perfectly capable, thank you,” Jackson says, narrowing his eyes. 

“Of what? Weaponized incompetence? I agree, get dressed,” you hum. 

Ten minutes later, you’re walking side by side down to the convenience store. The apartment’s location was perfect—five minutes from campus one way, five to a 24 hour convenience store another. Perfect because you both had a habit of wanting to come home when you were drunk after a party, starved and craving foods that you’d regret the next day. 

The doors chimed a welcome as they slid open, allowing you inside. You made a beeline for the sweets, Jackson went straight for the energy drinks. 

You perused the aisle for a few minutes, making your choice and going to find your roommate. You rounded the corner and froze. 

Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible to block someone in real life. So while you’d never see Leejin’s social media posts, it didn’t mean that you wouldn’t run into him on a saturday night at the convenience store near your apartment. 

You feel a mix of emotions—anger, shame, disbelief among them. You knew it wasn’t impossible, it wasn’t even unlikely, as this store was one of only a few. But it felt so damn unfair that he’d happen to be here, hours after you found out about what he’d done. 

“Is that all you’re getting?” Jackson snorts, frowning as he eyes your bag of chips. But he notices your stillness, following your gaze to see Leejin, casually chatting on the phone as he looks at the protein bars.

You expect him to snort, maybe make a comment just loud enough for the other to hear before pulling you away, but Jackson surges forward so quickly he nearly knocks you over. You grab his arm, both to steady him and stop him from…whatever the hell he’s doing. 

“Where are you going?” you whisper, tugging him back with as much strength as you could muster. 

“He broke your heart and I’m gonna break his fucking face.”

He moves again, this time dragging you along on the linoleum floor. Fortunately, Leejin is too preoccupied with his call to notice. The thought makes your stomach twist, briefly wondering who he’s talking to. 

“You’re gonna get us kicked out, what’s the matter with you?” you hiss, trying to shake sense into him. Jackson yanks his arm away from you, dropping the energy drinks on the nearest shelf before storming off. You stare after him, mouth agape in disbelief. 

You arrive home 15 minutes later, having hid near the bathrooms until Leejin had left. You’d bought (and paid for, irritatingly) your snacks and Jackson’s drinks, but when you shove into the apartment, it’s empty. Lights off, no sign of him. You worry for a few seconds—had he waited for you and bumped into Leejin instead? But you surely would’ve heard something outside. You opt to text him and choose to believe he’s being broody and walking through the streets like a sad music video.

> what the fuck? is your deal? Where are you??

You’re confused and groggy when someone taps at your cheek, not realizing you’d even fallen asleep on the couch. You rub at your eyes, squinting, processing the sight of Jackson standing over you, t-shirt stuck to his form, beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks. 

You’ve had weird dreams about him before, ones that you’d rather never speak of again, and they usually start out like this. But this Jackson rolls his eyes in a way that sweet, sweet dream Jackson would never. 

“Get up, jesus. Your back is going to hurt,” he says. You slowly sit up, realizing he’s right. Apparently not only had you fallen asleep on the couch,  but you’d fallen asleep sitting up, sleeping in an unnatural slouched position. 

“Ow…”

“Told you.”

“No it’s…hey,” you snap, waking up a bit more now that you  remember that you’re actually pissed at him. “It’s your fucking fault, what happened to you? You just disappeared! I was worried!” 

You’re surprised to see Jackson bristle. He’s not shaken easily, least of all by you, but he glances to the side and tugs at his t-shirt, separating it from his damp skin. 

“Went to the gym. Figured I should cool off,” he says. You want to be pissed at him more, say something else, but your back hurts and you’re sleepy. Plus, you’re glad to see he’s alright. Mostly.

“Whatever,” you finally grumble, trying to stretch out your neck. “What time is it?”

“Dunno, around 2 a.m.,” he replies casually. “I’m gonna shower.”

“Great,” you huff. “You go shower. I’ll go roll over and die happy now that I know you’re alive.”

You stumble down the hall to your room, sighing at the sight of your unmade bed. What was the point if you were going to mess it up anyway? You hear Jackson follow shortly after, the bathroom door opening and closing. The shower starts, and you shuffle beneath the covers. 

You wake up not long after, whining in protest as you’re jostled. 

“It’s me,” Jackson says, rudely pushing you over. “Scoot.”

You wanted to shove him away, to point out that “scoot” should be said before you rob someone of their bed, but you can’t be bothered. Besides, once he settles next to you, you realize that he’s not wearing a shirt and he smells nice and clean. 

Sleepy, groggy, annoyed, relieved, you curl against him like a bunny seeking warmth. You feel him stiffen, though you think little of it. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, not sounding the least bit tired. You couldn’t say the same for yourself, unable to open your eyes as you reply. 

“Mm. ‘s warm down here. Night night.”

You hear him sigh, then shuffle, and then he’s rolled over to face you, offering a human-made cocoon that you happily burrow into. He’s soft and warm and smells like his manly body wash—and your shampoo, damn it. 

“Goodnight, y/n,” he says, soft enough to count but not enough for you to notice. 

Waking up tangled with Jackson was, unfortunately (?), not all that unusual. When you were upset, you found your way to his bed, and despite his protests you knew he didn't actually mind. It went both ways—you'll die before you admit that you like it, if only because he's a human heater.

You still feel groggy, squinting and fumbling around for your phone. Such a task is difficult when there's deadweight slung over your waist, but you manage, bringing the device to your face.

10:43 a.m.

Oh good. You slept 8 hours—and half the day away, to your brain at least. You toss your phone down, debating whether or not you should just go back to sleep. You choose instead to roll over, addressing the sleeping shirtless man keeping you pinned to your bed.

Your camera roll was filled with photos just like this, because Jackson slept like a baby. Literally. Hands curled into fists, face relaxed, head tilted to the side. His blonde hair is mussed from sleeping with it wet last night, and you dodn't hesitate to run your fingers through it for no reason at all. It was soft and surprisingly thick, but you weren't about to dial back on the baldness theory.

Jackson stirred, though didn't wake up, shifting to lie on his back. Freed from your restraints, you sat up and had to cover your mouth to stifle a laugh.

Of course the curtains parted like that, of course he was sleeping like a prince now, sunlight arcing off of his jaw—it even highlighted his stubble in an annoyingly poetic way. What kind of gods were kind enough to give him of all people that face?

He really was kinda...pretty.

No, not kinda. Jackson Wang was beautiful. You were his best friend, but you weren't blind. Maybe you'd become a little numb to his charms, but you'd seen what he could do to people with just a look, even without malicious intent. He was charismatic on top of that, though you were the only one who got to see the side of him that wasn't.

The side that stole your shampoo and commandeered your bed, anyway.

So fine, you knew he was pretty. But he was kinda sorta extra pretty right now, and maybe you wanted to remember it later.

You shifted to grab your phone—a never-ending quest for material to bully each other over—but the movement apparently jostled him awake. You sheepishly smiled as he blinked a few times, using the heel of his palm to rub the blurriness away.

"Really?" he asked, voice rough, eyes leveling to the phone in your hand. "Fucking creep."

"You have like a thousand pictures of me sleeping," you point out, narrowing your eyes. Jackson nods, rolling over and hugging your waist, his head resting against your hip.

"That I do—you're cute when you drool all over yourself. I'm working on a collage."

"Asshole," you mutter, prying his arms off of you. You make an attempt to escape, but as expected, you're smoothly hauled back down.

"Where you going?"

"I need to pee, wanna come with?"

"It's early."

"It's almost 11."

"Yeah, early."

Jackson grunts before you can reply, practically placing you in a chokehold as he rolls over. You have no choice but to go with him, ending up flopped over his chest like a dead fish.

He says nothing for a moment, and you wonder if he's fallen back asleep. It's not difficult to squirm out of his grasp this time, though rather than allowing you to slide off, the apparently-awake-Jackson moves both hands to your hips.

Your stomach does that funny thing it sometimes does around him, like a little alarm that says 'hey! getting too close!' Listening to this alarm had prevented a lot of mistakes over the course of your friendship, mistakes like wanting to kiss him when you were tipsy, noticing the way he looked after a long workout, hair plastered to his forehead, the fuzziness you felt that time your heating pad broke, and his warm hands wound up on the lower half of your tummy to stave off the cramps.

Mistakes like that.

His eyes open again, and you do your best to look irritated.

"I'm sorry about last night," he says, suddenly unnaturally serious. "I was just trying to cool off, and my phone died, so I didn't see your text until after I got home."

You're not really sure how to respond—it was always strange when conversations got like this between you, regardless of the topic. It was so jarring, so far from the usual cracked out nonsense. You decided to nod, then shake your head, then nod again.

Jackson was a badass, most people knew as much. He was trained in martial arts and practically ate protein for every meal. But despite this, he wasn't typically an aggressive guy. You'd only ever seen him throw one punch—an ex of yours a couple years ago who threatened to post a nude photo of you. Needless to say, the guy deleted them, made difficult thanks to the blood smearing his screen as it dripped from his nose.

"It's fine, I get it," you say. "Just...why were you so mad at him? Did he do something to you?"

Jackson blinks up at you, shifting so that he's partially sitting up on his elbows.

"I told you, y/n," he says, shaking his head like you're an idiot. "He broke your heart, I was gonna break his face. You should've let me get one hit in at least."

"He didn't break my heart," you groan, rolling your eyes. "It wasn't that serious, you know that. We'd only been dating for 4 months."

"...I watched you cry for an hour because someone stepped on a worm—"

"—that's different. It's literally a living little creature, what if that's someone's girlfriend, hm? What if she asked her boyfriend 'would you still love me if I was a worm' and he said yes except now they can't live wormily ever after because she's smushed all because some horrible person can't be bothered to step aside for a worm?"

Jackson stared up at you, blinking slowly, looking 175% done with your shit.

"What the fuck is wormily ever after?"

You sigh, leaning forward until your head is on his bare shoulder. You have half a mind to bite him, though you resist. You will be civil—for now.

"I don't know," you mumble. "No early birds, no hot sidewalks?"

"I....you're so fucking weird."

"Lots of guys are dickheads, but you were ready to knock him out. Really, Jackson, was that all? Promise he didn't say something to you?" you ask, voice muffled against his warm skin. Just one lil munch. It'd be good payback for him scaring the hell out of you last night.

Jackson exhales, and there's suddenly a hand tugging at your tangled mess of bedhead until you're sitting up, looking down at him.

"I wanted to kick his ass for the same reason that I never bring anyone home," he says quietly. His eyes are serious, no sparkle of humor in them, and it makes your stomach twist. You didn't like it when Jackson got serious.

"What? Because of me?" you ask. "I don't care who you fuck as long as I don't have to cook them breakfast."

Mostly true—you were afraid of walking out of your bedroom one morning and running into a really pretty girl, someone with perfect grades and clear skin, who has the audacity to be beautiful and nice. Someone only Jackson deserves. But you leave that bit out and give him a half teasing smile.

Jackson doesn't return it. He grunts, moving his hand up to tug at his hair. You slip yours beneath his, mumbling for him to stop doing that.

"You really don't?" he finally asks, swallowing hard enough that you see his throat move.

"Don't what?"

"You don't care who I fuck?"

His question catches you off guard, though not as much as the fact that he still looks dead serious. This seems like something the two of you should be laughing over—not something to talk about whilst you're currently straddling your best friend in your bed, who happens to be naked from the waist up.

"I mean...no?" you say, shaking your head in confusion. "Should I?"

"I don't know, should you?"

Should you? What the hell was that supposed to mean? You didn't like riddles, and this felt like one. You'd tried to stay out of his business over the four years you've been friends, though come to think of it...you'd never met any of his girlfriends after the first six months. You'd assumed he was so busy with classes and his extracurriculars that there just wasn't much time for anything past shallow hookups.

But...you couldn't remember a single time that had occurred. He was home every night, never brought company over for that purpose.

"Jackson," you say quietly, palms resting on his chest. When the hell did he get so muscular? There was a noticable firmness beneath your fingers, and you briefly considered billing Leejin for your services in making sure he didn't get the shit beat out of him. "I feel like this is an inside joke and I'm out of the loop. You're upset? Why?"

"Why would I be?" he counters, irritatingly smooth. The hands on your hips squeeze once, like he's trying to talk to you in morse code. It's annoying.

"Quit," you mumble, biting your lower lip. "I'm trying. Stop being mean and just tell me."

He sighs, moving a hand to his face.

"If you don't already know, then it doesn't matter, alright?"

"Wh—"

You're cut off as he suddenly shifts from beneath you, leaving you tumbling to the sheets when he stands. Just like the last two times for some damn reason, he prepares to storm out of the room.

"Jackson, wait—shit."

You trip over the edge of your nightstand, catching yourself on your hands. Your lamp tumbles to the floor, thankfully not shattering on the carpet. Still, the ache brings tears to your eyes, and you bite the inside of your cheek as you sit down.

"How many times have I told you to push that against the wall!?" Jackson says, rushing over to you. You lean back against your bed, grimacing as you look at your knee. It's not the worst scrape you've ever gotten, but it is bleeding, and it burns.

"Hang on, pie." He leaves the room, and by the time he returns with the pack of bandaids and peroxide, you're covering your face with one hand and hugging your knee with the other.

"Hey, it's not so bad," he says, obviously in partial panic mode as he kneels in front of you and tugs at your ankle. He probably thought that's why you were in tears, but it was moreso the fact that he was being...just...weird, and you didn't like it.

You quietly sit there, hands over your eyes as he uses a cotton ball to dab at the blood. You don't even flinch, it doesn't burn—perks of having an MMA star for a roommate; he knew how to bandage a cut (a common occurence for your clumsy ass, unfortunately).

After a few minutes, he pats the side of your calf, and you finally uncover your eyes. There's a bandaid over the scrape now, and you let your knee fall to the side. Jackson is looking at you, and you nod.

"That's good, thanks," you mumble quietly.

"You sure?" he asks. You frown, nodding quickly. But his hand moves up to your cheek, cupping it as his thumb swipes below your eye.

Tears.

That alarm goes off inside of you, but Jackson doesn't move his hand, so you let it sit there and you feel your stomach tying itself into a knot. You're a little worried it's not gonna come undone.

"I wasn't crying because of that," you say, swallowing as you glance away shamefully. "I...I don't like this, Jackson. Feels weird. If I did something to make you mad, I wish you'd just tell me—"

"I'm not mad at you," he replies. You sniff, and finally his hand slips away, though only to rest on your uninjured knee. His fingers twitch, like he wants to do something but won't let himself. Slap you, maybe, for never listening to him and always ending up hurt because of it. You would, if you were him.

"You keep running away from me," you point out, a little surge of anger from last night returning. "You keep acting like I'm supposed to know everything you're thinking, and I don't, because you won't tell me stuff. I tell you stuff, the least you could do is text me a grocery list of what the fuck is going on inside of your brain, so I'm not sitting here thinking I'm gonna lose my best friend and roommate over something I don't even know that I've done. I'm sorry we ran into Leejin, it's not like I knew he was gonna be there. I'm sorry for thinking I was special in the first place and ending up where you said I'd be."

Jackson sighs and tilts his head, and you hate yourself for crying more. It wasn't a big deal, things were a little crazy after yesterday. You didn't even love Leejin, it had just...hurt? Your pride? No one wants to know they're less than a second choice. But Jackson had acted like Leejin was out for his blood, and every time he runs away, it feels like he's escaping you.

"You're not gonna lose me," he finally says, glancing down at the floor. "I just...I've got a lot of shit to work through, you know? It's not...it's not your fault though."

"Like what?" you ask, worry lining your brow. "If you'd just—is it money? Because we can figure out rent—"

"It's not money," he interrupts. "I promise, it's nothing like that."

"Then what?" You huff, a little more irritated than concerned. "Parents? Grades? Girl trouble?"

"Yeah," he nods, licking his lips. "That last bit."

"Girl trouble?" you ask, somewhat surprised. For some reason, the fact that he hadn't told you about a girl bothered you more than the idea that there was one at all. You shared everything with him; if he'd kept her a secret, it had to have been a little more serious.

"Do I know her?" you ask tentatively. Please say no, I don't want to go through a list of the hottest girls I know.

"Yeah," he replies. Fuck.

"Oh. How long have you been dating?"

"We're not."

"Then...?"

"She's an idiot."

"It's a mystery as to why you're single, really," you say, rolling your eyes. "So she's an idiot because she won't date you? Sounds kind of shallow on your end."

"She's an idiot because she keeps dating jackasses who don't give a shit about her. I don't give a damn if she ever chooses me or not," he says plainly. You frown.

"Maybe she's insecure?"

"She is. Very."

"Huh. Is she pretty?"

"Beautiful."

"Oh. Hm."

Well what the fuck were you supposed to say to that? Congratulations? Sorrows, sorrows, prayers?

"Okay..." you say after a beat. You were not good with advice, especially when it came to love, obviously. He didn't say love though. Infatuation, maybe. Still, you were not an expert. "So if she keeps dating jackasses and won't date you, why do you bother? Why not just forget about her?"

Jackson's eye twitches. You don't notice.

"Hard to forget someone you see every day, pie," he says. You scoff.

"Okay, I'm calling bullshit. I'm literally the only person you see every day."

"Mhm."

"Then you're lying?" you ask. Jackson deadpans.

"Please, for the love of god, never reproduce."

"Rude," you mutter. "Fine, so I know her, she's insecure, pretty, dates assholes, you allegedly see her everyday?"

"All of the above," he says. You frown, lips pursing as you rack your brain for answers, going through the hot insecure girls you know like a filing cabinet.

Wait.

Your eyes widen. Jackson's do the same, and then he smiles, like he's proud of you.

"Oh my god, is it Kim Sujin?" You ask, covering your mouth. "The girl with the—"

"Jesus fucking christ, y/n," he groans, running a hand through his hair. "Are you...you're fucking with me? That's what this is. You're not this dumb, right? Please say no. I feel like I'm in middle school right now, holy shit."

You open your mouth to argue, to insist he was being unfair (you didn't even like puzzles!) but he suddenly leans forward, palms cupping both of your cheeks. He pulls you toward him, nose inches from yours. You've been this close to him before, but you're suddenly dizzy now, a little out of it as you wonder if this is really happening to you—or if this is another sweaty-jackson-standing-over-me dream. Jackson, who has freckles on the tip of his nose and won't stop looking at you like that, the knot pulling tighter and tighter.

"Stop thinking before you hurt yourself. 'm gonna kiss you now, is that okay?" he asks.

Is that oka—?

"Kiss?" you mumble, swallowed up by those god damn pretty brown eyes. Jackson nods, head tilted, primed to kiss the cluelessness out of you, apparently. "Y-yeah, that's fine."

"It's gonna be...it's gonna be a lot, okay? Like not just a peck. You're fine with that?"

"Yep," you nod.

Jackson nods back. And then he kisses you.

He doesn't release your face, squishing your body between himself and the bed behind you. His lips press to yours, insistent and warm, though you can tell he's being cautious—if you wanted to push him away, you could. But you did not want to do that.

Because Jackson Wang was kissing you, and he's a really good kisser.

You briefly forget that you have hands, so when you remember, you waste no time in using them. One cups his jaw, feeling the edge of it press into your palm. The other fists his blonde hair, tugging it gently.

Jackson groans into your mouth, and that alarm in your belly turns into a fucking war drum. You feel the knot tighten and snap, and suddenly you're pushing him back, scrambling into his lap.

You kind of want more, kind of want to put your tongue in his mouth because he's warm and tastes good and you can only imagine how much better it would be, but he beats you to it. His tongue swipes over your lower lip and you eagerly open for him. He breathes in as soon as you do, and it feels like he's stealing your soul. Fuck it? He can have it?

It's messy, a tad bit desperate, definitely not the poetic kiss of rom coms, but you don't give a shit. It feels good, feels warm and right, like you've been kissing him in your head every day for the past 4 years.

By the time you manage to separate, you're trembling an embarassing amount. You'd blame the buzz on coffee if you'd had any, but you just hide your flushed cheeks and rest your forehead against his shoulder. You can tell that for once, Jackson's brain seems to also have short circuited, as it takes him a minute before he finally wraps his arms around you. You can hear his breath—as shaky as yours, thank god.

"Was that okay? Was it weird? Did I make you uncomfortable?" he asks, tilting back on one palm to look at you, his other arm secured around your waist. You sit up, shamelessly biting your lower lip, refusing to meet his eyes. He mistakes this for discomfort, all but shoving you out of his lap, hands flying to his hair.

"Fuck, I...I shouldn't have...I didn't mean to. I wasn't gonna...I'm so fucking sorry y/n, if you want me to move out—"

"You're gonna go bald," you mumble, a little blitzed out as you rest on your hands.

"Huh?"

"Nevermind. Stop freaking out, okay?" you offer, finally looking up at him. God he looks...scared. Hair messy, brown eyes wide. So unlike his usual cocky self that you're a little shaken, caught between wanting to protect him and wanting to kiss him again.

"I didn't make you uncomfortable, did I?" he asks softly. That alarm is now everywhere, setting off in your chest at his concerned tone. You shake your head.

"No. I'm okay," you reassure him. "A little irritated."

Jackson's head snaps up, worry on his face. You feel guilty, so you quickly clarify.

"You said I'm not special," you say quietly, looking away. "If you were talking about me just now...why did you tell me that?"

He looks confused, like he can't remember (of all the things he's said to bully you—while you kept a detailed record). But he seems to finally recall the conversation, rubbing his forehead as his lips spread into a smile.

"What's funny?" you puff.

"I meant to him, pie. You're not special to him. Not that you weren't special at all, or to...to me," he explains, looking part amused and part shy. You soften a bit, unable to help but pout.

"Then you should say that!" you say, gesturing at nothing. "You can't just go around telling people they aren't special."

"I don't make you feel special?" he asks, dipping his head to meet your eyes.

Well, yes, but that's not the point. You choose not to reply.

Just like most things when it comes to you, however, he already knows the answer. He looks a little too proud of himself as he reaches for your wrist, pulling you back into him. You're not quite in his lap, but you lean heavily against his side, your chin resting against his chest.

"What if we mess it up?" you ask, looking up at him. He frowns, not understanding. "Us. What if...what if we mess us up?"

"I don't see how we would," he laughs. "We're practically married."

"Gross. We are not."

"We split the bills, pie."

"Most roommates do."

"We cook together."

"Most roommates do."

"My mother loves you."

"Your mother loves everyone."

"Not true. And my father loves you."

You pause, then squint.

"Your father has good taste," you say. Jackson rolls his eyes. He looks a little conflicted, like he can't decide what's too much, what's too soon.

"I do," he says quietly.

You hate that, for once in your life, you know exactly what he's saying without him saying it. And god damn it, you feel your eyes burning.

"Don't...ugh," you whine, looking away from him. But he's not having it, taking your chin and tilting your face up. You're faced with glassy eyes that make you want to die.

You hated it when he cried. Maybe you make his joints hurt or whatever, but you've only seen Jackson cry twice, once when his family dog died, and another when he was drunk and had convinced himself you weren't his friend anymore. Both times, you'd never felt so helpless. The way you feel now.

"Y/n, I—"

"Please don't," you breathe quickly, swallowing down your tears. You immediately panic at the look on his face, like you've slapped him. But you tuck your hair behind your ear and shake your head.

"No, I-I mean, I know you do, and I...I'm pretty sure I do too. I just...I can't say it now, alright?" you explain. "I'm sorry, I just—you know me better than anyone. I don't...don't wanna fuck it up, you know? I don't wanna lose you, I'm so bad, so stupid when it comes to this—"

"Hey, hey, shh..." Jackson says, gently shaking your chin. "I'm not upset, okay? Just relieved, a little scared. I don't want to fuck this up either, yeah? I want...I want what we are today and I want it tomorrow, even if that means we stay just like this."

His thumb brushes your lower lip. God, you want to kiss him again.

"No rush, pie, okay? I'll wait for you, even if..." he sucks in air and looks away, as though the idea hurts to even consider. "...even if it's never for us."

You want to kiss him again. Would that even be appropriate? After what you just said? After the emotions threatening to disrupt the foundation of your life for the past four years?

"Can...can I kiss you again?" he asks softly. You swallow and nod.

"Please."

Part 2 is out now!

[nessheartnat]

Uncertainty

older!natasha x younger!reader

warnings: established relationship, age difference not specified, fem!reader, r is a people pleaser, dom/sub dynamics, r being a bit of a brat, r being overwhelmed but not realizing it, r sucking at communication, lots of praise, soft sex?, dom!nat but then soft!nat, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), sweet aftercare

notes: this took a different turn than I planned, but I guess it’s actually better this way… sorry for all the grammar mistakes and other errors, this is not proofread properly. the beginning kinda sucks, but it gets better towards the end I promise!! honestly I’m so nervous about posting this, I haven’t been writing for so long so I’m hoping that this doesn’t totally suck. anyways, enjoy and don’t be afraid to leave a comment! My inbox is always  open for feedback :)

words: 3,3k

men & minors do not interact please!

Restlessness and anxiety had been bothering you all day long. You couldn’t relax properly, couldn’t shut down or silence your mind from its constant running. You were constantly fidgeting with the hem of your tank top, tapping your fingers against each other or picking at your fingernails. Natasha was at work for another two hours, and you were all alone in the apartment that felt too big for your spiraling thoughts. You missed her. You missed your girlfriend, even though she had been gone for only a few hours.

Pathetic, you whispered to yourself. You knew you were being too clingy, or at least you thought so. You wanted to text her, just to tell her that you missed her, but you had decided that you wouldn’t. You thought you shouldn’t bother her while she’s at work, at least not with something as pathetic as yearning.

After a while, you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You decided not to text her that you missed her, but send her a photo instead. A photo of yourself. Naked. Surely she would mind that less than a pathetic ‘I miss you’ text, right? At least you looked good.

Natasha saw the message immediately. The three small dots appeared in a second on the bottom of the screen, indicating that she was writing an answer to your filthy surprise. The symbol disappeared, then reappeared. Finally, Natasha answered.

From: Nat <3

My coworkers almost saw that, baby.

You smirked and bit your bottom lip, as you typed an answer to her right away.

From: me

Oops, my bad :) 

Natasha’s reply came almost immediately. 

From: Nat <3

Are you bored? Do you want to get in trouble?

You couldn’t help but giggle. While this wasn’t your original plan, though you knew sending a photo would get you in trouble, you didn’t mind at all. You decided to play along, as you figured it was more entertaining than to back down and submit.

From: me

I don’t know, I could always send another pic?

In a few seconds, the reply came, sending a rush of heat straight down to your core.

From: Nat <3

Don’t bother. I’m leaving in 10, you better keep your fingers off of your pussy or you’re in trouble.

And then, another message right after that.

From: Nat <3

Wait for me on the bed. And don’t put any clothes on, since you seem to love being naked around the house anyway.

Your lower stomach tingled with anticipation, and you could already feel your pussy clenching, even though Natasha wasn’t home yet. But she would be soon, and you knew you were in trouble. 

-

In a few minutes, you were sitting on the bed naked, legs crossed neatly as if that would make you look more innocent. You were feeling even more restless than before, and the anticipation of what was coming didn’t help at all, it only made things worse. You wanted to open your legs and touch yourself, but you knew Natasha would find out. And when she’d find out, you wouldn’t be coming for the rest of the day. As enticing as the thrill of it sounded, you didn’t want to be deprived of an orgasm just because you couldn’t wait.

Your mind cleared the second you heard the front door click. Natasha was home. 

You clenched your thighs together and pressed your sweaty palms against the mattress. Now you had to be good, if you still wanted this to go your way. Still, you could feel the doubting thoughts filling up your mind. Surely she wouldn’t be too mad, right? You weren’t sure if you should be regretting your decision to bother her with that photo. She didn’t sound like she was mad, just being dominant, right?

You waited for Natasha, as the older woman was taking her sweet time. She knew you’d be there waiting for her, and she didn’t want to make this too easy for you. Eventually, you could hear the sound of her footsteps outside the bedroom door. Natasha entered the room, still wearing her work clothes, those damn pants that hugged her thighs and waist perfectly, and the white blouse that made her look way too hot.

Her eyes found yours immediately, as she walked over to you slowly. She stopped in front of you, and motioned for you to stand up with her finger. 

“Stand up,” she ordered simply, her voice low and commanding. You complied instantly, all defiance draining out of you. You expected to feel the need to submit to her, and you did, but not like you wanted to. Instead of the hazy subspace creeping in slowly, insecure thoughts filled your mind instantly, and before you even realized you were doubting everything about yourself. Was I too much? You thought to yourself. Is she actually annoyed with me? You wanted to submit to her, to be good. You couldn’t afford to be bad, you had to be perfect.

You stood there in front of her, completely naked and bare under her gaze. Natasha’s eyes were glued to your bare body, her lips turned into a smirk. Natasha sat down on the bed, and pulled you a little closer to her.

“God… Aren’t you a pretty little thing..?” she mumbled, her voice slow and deep. Your mind was already too far gone to answer properly, so you just nodded brainlessly.

“You look so pretty for me like that…” Natasha’s hand slid up to your cheek, stroking it softly with her calloused fingertips. For a moment, her eyes looked almost soft, as they admired your flushed face. But then, the same dominance from before found its place in her eyes, and she pointed to the floor in front of her with her finger. “Now kneel.”

Your body reacted before your mind could even comprehend the command. You sank to the floor on your knees, settling between her legs. You looked up at her, seeking for her praise like it was the only thing that mattered now. You needed to hear her praise you, to reassure you, but you couldn't say it out loud. You tried to push your own feelings down, so you could only focus on being good for Natasha. That’s what you wanted, right?

“Good girl… I knew you could obey if you wanted to. Now, do you think you’ve been good enough that you’ll get to cum today?” she asked, clearly expecting an answer from you. You blinked for a moment and tried to gather your thoughts to form a coherent sentence, but your brain got stuck on the words ‘good enough’. 

Natasha slipped two fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze up to meet hers. Her eyes softened again for a moment, as they searched yours for signs of discomfort. Natasha had noticed the hazy look in your eyes, the way your mind seemed foggy and unclear. She stroked your cheek with the pad of her thumb softly, and you couldn’t do anything else than stare at her mindlessly. You couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. You couldn’t really figure out anything, as your mind was too crowded with your insecurities and doubts. You just wanted to be good.

“You good, pretty girl?” she asked, tapping your cheek gently to get your full attention. You blinked and forced your mind to clear up, but it was hard. You were already teetering on the edge of your mind, trying to fight the overwhelming whirlwind of your thoughts.

You bit your lip for a second to get yourself grounded into this moment. You nodded quickly, not trusting your voice. Natasha’s gaze assessed you, and she shook her head a little. Panic flared in your eyes for a tiny moment. She wasn’t pleased with you? Did you do something wrong? Were you not-

“Y/n, baby, look at me. Words, love. Use your words, don’t just nod at me,” Natasha corrected, her thumb still drawing slow circles on your cheek.

You blushed, and felt a small relief flood in. You opened your mouth, but you couldn’t get any words out. You didn’t know what to say, or even how to do it. Despite the relief, your mind was stuck on being afraid of failing her.

Natasha’s eyes softened even more, as she heard a soft whimper leave your mouth. You looked down, and felt all of your emotions crash down on you. You felt pathetic, like you were a disappointment. You covered your face with your hands, as the first tear rolled down on your cheek. The only thing you could think was that you failed her, that you failed to be good for her.

“Oh devochka… Come here baby, come here…,” Natasha murmured softly, and soon you felt her arms wrapping around you. She pulled you up gently, and you went with her, and climbed to her lap. Natasha gathered your body into her arms, and gently pushed your head down so your cheek was pressed against her chest and her chin rested on top of your head. Her hands started stroking your back in slow circles, as she held you close.

“It’s okay baby.. You’re okay love, you didn’t do anything wrong,” she whispered into your ear, and pressed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I-I’m sorry..,” you managed to whisper, as you nuzzled your face closer to her chest, seeking comfort in her warmth.

“Moya lyubov’.. You have nothing to apologise for… It was just too much, was it?” Natasha asked, and you felt another gentle kiss on top of your head.

“No it.. I mean y-yeah I guess a bit but-” you rambled, but Natasha silenced you with a soft hush.

“Baby, you know you can say if it is too much, right? I want you to talk to me, not hide your feelings,” she said. You nodded a little against her chest, and pressed even closer to her. Natasha’s grip around your frame tightened, making you feel safer in her embrace.

“I’m not mad at you, dorogoy.. I know it’s hard for you, but we really need to work on this, okay baby? I need to know how you’re feeling, because your feelings matter just as much as mine,” she said, and you could only nod in agreement. 

After a long while, Natasha tucked two fingers under your chin and gently lifted your head up, so she could look you in the eye. Your eyes were slightly glassy, but you weren’t crying anymore. You looked back at her, and didn’t try to avoid her gaze, even though it made you feel exposed and vulnerable. 

“I want you to tell me what you want right now, okay baby? Please, just the first thing that comes into your mind. What do you need now, love?” Natasha asked. Her thumbs started drawing slow circles on both of your cheeks again. 

“I um..,” you started, still unsure of what to say. “I want you.. I need you,” you finished the sentence with a little more confidence.

“You have me, love. You’ll always have me,” Natasha said with a small smile, and pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Do you want me to make you feel good, or do you want me to just hold you like this?” she asked, knowing that it was easier if she led you on.

“I think.. I think I want to continue. I want you to make me feel good but.. But I want you to feel good too and-” you started rambling again, but Natasha pressed her finger against your lips and silenced you.

“No baby, don’t think about me now. I will make you feel good, but tonight is only about you now, okay?” Natasha decided. Her words weren’t exactly a question, and you should have just nodded, but you couldn’t. 

“But I should-” you tried to argue, but Natasha’s warning look silenced you before her actions could. 

“Milaya devochka… What did I say? Tell me,” Natasha commanded, but her voice didn’t carry any harsh authority. 

You looked down at your hands for a second, but then lifted your gaze back up. “That tonight is about me..,” you mumbled. Natasha smiled softly, and patted your cheek gently. 

“Good girl… Please don’t argue with me on this, okay?” she asked, and you gave her a quick nod.

Natasha took your face into her hands properly, and pressed her lips softly against yours. You found yourself kissing back instantly. Your hands travelled up on her body and looped behind her neck. Your hips inched closer to her, and Natasha’s hands found their way down on your bare thighs. She pulled away from the kiss, only to grip your thighs and maneuver your body so that you were now sitting in her lap, straddling her. 

Natasha’s hands stroked your thighs softly, making you shiver. You blushed slightly as you realized that you were already completely naked, while she was still fully clothed. Your hands moved to the collar of her blouse, and you tugged on it softly. 

“You want my shirt off, baby?” Natasha asked with an amused smile playing on her lips. You nodded quickly at her question.

“Go on baby, you can take it off,” she encouraged with a soft smile that worked like magic to boost your confidence. As soon as she lifted her arms up, you hurried to grip the hem of her shirt, and in a blink of an eye her shirt had found its way on the floor. You slid your hands on Natasha’s sides, and glanced at her chest, as if asking for permission to take her bra off. Natasha quickly understood what you were indicating, and nodded, granting you permission.

Your hands moved quickly to remove her bra, and soon her upper body was completely bare, just like yours. 

“Good girl,” Natasha praised gently, and slid her hands to your waist. A small squeak left your mouth as Natasha flipped you down on your back against the mattress. She smirked a little and straddled your waist. You looked up at her with hazy eyes, but this time the cloudy feeling creeping into your brain wasn’t insecurity or doubt. Instead, it was the comforting feeling of knowing that you were safe with your girlfriend.

Natasha leaned down to kiss you again. Your lips found hers quickly and your hands moved to her back, desperately pulling her closer. Your hips bucked up and you let out a small, soft whine into the kiss. Natasha chuckled softly and pulled away from the kiss, her face hovering just an inch away from yours.

“Patience, malen’kaya lyubov’,” she reminded you gently. “You’ll get what you want.”

“Your pants,” you mumbled quietly, trying to request her to undress completely. The small amused smile found its way back to Natasha’s face, and she sat up, moving her hands to the waistband of her pants. Without saying a word, Natasha pulled her pants and panties off, knowing that you wanted her to be completely naked too.

As soon as the last item of clothing fell down on the floor, Natasha’s lips were against yours again. Your hands gripped her back again, and you bucked your hips up again, only to be met with Natasha’s palm pressing your lower body back down against the mattress. 

Before you could protest, Natasha slid her hand between your thighs. She pushed your legs open, murmuring small praises under her breath and between kisses. You felt her hand slide upwards on your inner thigh, until you felt her fingers sliding in between your folds, making you let out a soft sigh. Natasha’s lips moved to your neck, and she started planting gentle kisses in all the places she knew you loved the most, Right behind your ear, your jawline, and then down to your collarbone. 

Her fingers spread your folds before gently slipping one into your clenching pussy. You closed your eyes and let out a soft moan, as Natasha started moving her finger slowly, letting you get used to it without overwhelming you. Your mouth fell open slightly, and soon you didn’t bother to suppress your sounds at all. 

“That’s it… Good girl, moya khoroshaya devochka,” she murmured against your neck, before she slid a second finger into you. Your pussy clenched around her fingers, desperately needing more. Natasha picked up the pace a little, while still being extremely gentle. 

Her mouth moved down to your chest, as she planted slow and gentle kisses between your breasts. Natasha kept moving downwards, until her lips met your lower stomach. She pulled her fingers out of you slowly, earning a small, desperate whine from you. 

“Oh you’re being so good for me baby… Just let go, let go for me,” Natasha murmured, before nudging your inner thighs with her nose, pushing them wider apart. As soon as her mouth made contact with your cunt, a needy moan spilled out from your mouth.

“You’re such a good girl for me now,” she murmured against your heat. Her tongue found your clit quickly, and by that time, you were already trembling. Natasha held your thighs open with one hand, while the other crept up and found your breast. She brushed her fingertips over your hardened nipple, earning another loud moan from you. You arched your back and tried to clench your thighs, but Natasha’s strong hand kept them open. 

Whimpers and moans came out of your mouth, as Natasha’s tongue played with your clit, drawing you closer and closer to the final release. Her fingertips circled your nipple at the same time, making you lose every last coherent thought you had.

“Nat- I-I’m gonna..,” you whined out weakly. 

“That’s it, let go for me baby… Come for me milaya,” Natasha murmured softly against your core. Her tongue pressed against your clit, making you arch your back and let out a loud moan. Finally, your orgasm washed over you, making your thighs tremble. Your eyes were closed, your breathing was heavy, and your body fell limp as soon as the last waves of your release had passed.

“Such a good girl for me,” Natasha praised, while pressing soft kisses on your inner thigh. Your body was completely limp against the mattress. Your mind was foggy and cloudy, but in the best way this time. There was no insecurity or doubt, only the feeling of belonging to Natasha, and being safe with her.

Natasha moved to lay down beside you, and before you had a chance to react, she pulled your exhausted body into her arms. You let yourself be dragged into her embrace. Natasha’s arms wrapped around you, and she guided your head to rest against her chest with your cheek pressed right against her breasts, just the way you liked.

“My sweet girl… You did so good baby,” Natasha mumbled while pressing gentle kisses into your hair. You managed to respond with a small hum, as you closed your eyes and let yourself relax. Your head felt pleasantly fuzzy, the only thoughts being the safety and warmth of Natasha and her praise.

“We should get you cleaned up a little,” Natasha suggested, but you just shook your head against her chest. 

“No… Stay,” you demanded tiredly. Natasha chuckled affectionately, and started petting your hair in slow motions.

“Okay baby, not yet. We’ll just stay right here,” she promised. Her arms tightened around your relaxed frame, and you felt another kiss being pressed into your hair. You nuzzled your face closer against her chest, earning a soft sigh out of her.

“You’re my perfect girl, you know that?” she praised you, but you were barely even comprehending that anymore. Your mind had slipped into the comfortable cloudiness, and it was only a matter of time before you’d fall asleep. 

“I love you so much, moya milaya devochka..,” you heard Natasha murmur into your hair, before the weight of exhaustion pulled you into sleep.

[yokumirumerafan]

Saiki. K Characters x reader

So I figured there's not enough fic about these cuties, and I should add more interesting shit to my writings cuz they're getting way boring day by day; so here ya'll go (if there's anyone like Merafan on this planet of course who actually simps for these guys and watched the show ;-;)

🧠 SAIKI KUSUO (THE RELUCTANT LOVE INTEREST™)

You somehow manage to get this man flustered despite the fact that he can literally read your thoughts. How?? He has no idea. But every time you look at him with that soft little smile, his brain just goes: "Error. Error. Malfunctioning."

He'll pretend to be unbothered, sipping his coffee jelly while you gush over something cute. But internally? He’s screaming.

You ever think about kissing him? Good luck because this man will literally TELEPORT AWAY before you even finish the thought. One time you tried to surprise him with a hug, and he just blinked out of existence. 💀

"Saiki, be honest, do you like me?" "No." "Okay, so if I start dating someone else—" "You will be vaporized."

The only reason he tolerates his friends dragging you along on their dumb adventures is that you’re the only person who doesn’t actively cause him migraines.

He swears he doesn’t get jealous, but if Teruhashi even thinks about flirting with you, this man will LITERALLY put up a psychic barrier around you. 💀

😎 KAIDO SHUN (THE CHUUNIBYOU BOYFRIEND™)

This man will write you a whole-ass love letter but disguise it as a "coded message from the Dark Reunion." 💀 "My dearest Y/N, the forces of darkness have their eyes on us… but do not fear, for as the Jet-Black Wings, I shall protect you with my very life—" Saiki, reading it telepathically: "You are so embarrassing."

If anyone flirts with you, he will literally step in front of you like: "Hmph… pathetic. Do you not realize you're talking to the lover of the great Jet-Black Wings?" Random guy: "Huh??"

If you ever praise him, his brain short-circuits. "Y/N THINKS I'M COOL. Y/N ACKNOWLEDGED MY POWER. I MUST TRAIN HARDER."

You jokingly call him your "dark knight", and this man DOES NOT SHUT UP ABOUT IT FOR A WEEK.

💪 NENDO RIKI (THE HIMBO KING™)

Nendo has exactly three brain cells, and all of them are dedicated to loving you.

He will just randomly give you gifts. A rock? A slightly squished sandwich? His left shoe? "Here ya go, babe. Thought of ya when I saw this."

Once tried to carry you everywhere like a princess. Saiki had to telepathically stop him before he threw out his back.

Calls you the goofiest nicknames like "sugar nugget" or "love muffin". You cannot stop him. Ever.

He 100% thinks holding hands = engaged and has ALREADY planned your wedding in his head.

💁 TERUHASHI KOKOMI (THE QUEEN OF "OH?!"™)

She was used to everyone falling at her feet, but when you treated her like a normal person, she was like: "HUH??? EXCUSE ME???"

But now she’s obsessed with you because you actually like her for who she is, not just her looks. She’s literally blushing and twirling her hair every time you speak.

She tries to act like the perfect "goddess," but you’ve SEEN her lose her cool, and she’s mortified. One time, she stubbed her toe and went "GAH, SON OF A—" in front of you and almost DIED from embarrassment.

Gets jealous so easily. Some rando smiles at you? She’s already plotting their downfall while keeping her angelic smile on.

"Oh?~ You like someone else?" Cute giggle *"Haha, just kidding" but she’s gripping her glass so hard it’s about to shatter.*

👓 AIURA MIKU (THE CHAOTIC BESTIE/GF™)

She LOVES teasing you. Randomly leans in all close like she’s gonna kiss you, then pulls away last second like "Oops, did I make your heart race?~"

"Babe, lemme do a fortune reading for our love life!" And then she rigs it so it says you’re soulmates. 💀

If she sees someone getting too friendly with you, she just slides in like "Hiiiii, babe~ who’s this?" and stares them down.

Random late-night dates where she just texts you: "Meet me outside in 5, don’t ask why." Then you end up at some beach looking at the stars while she cuddles you like "Told ya this would be fun~".

👔 TORITSUKA REITA (THE WALKING RED FLAG™)

This man SIMPS for you so hard but in the most CRINGE way possible.

Sends you texts like "Hey babe, wanna see me do a kickflip? 👀" and then immediately texts "nvm broke my ankle."

Tries to show off, but it backfires every time. Like, he’ll be like "Hey Y/N, watch this!" and then trip over his own feet.

If you call him handsome ONCE, he will NEVER LET IT GO. "So you think I’m hot? 👀 Don’t worry, babe, you can admit it."

The only time he’s ACTUALLY useful is when ghosts are involved. Otherwise, he’s just your dumbass fanboy boyfriend who worships the ground you walk on.

⚔️ KUBOYASU AREN (THE EX-DELINQUENT HIMBO BF™)

This man is the definition of "I am a reformed man… but I WILL still throw hands if necessary."

He tries to be a soft, chill boyfriend, but if someone so much as looks at you funny, his delinquent instincts activate. "Babe, I swear I’m different now—" "Aren, put the bat down." "…No."

Blushes SO easily. You grab his hand? Red. You kiss his cheek? Red. You call him "cute"? DEAD.

One time you joked about liking "bad boys," and he got SO TORN between staying reformed and going back to his delinquent era just to impress you. 💀

He’s the type to act all tough, but the moment you do anything remotely affectionate, he melts. "I ain’t some soft romantic guy." "You literally held my hand and skipped down the street yesterday." "…Shut up."

Protective AF. Like, he’s trying SO HARD to be a good boy, but if he ever sees someone bothering you, he has to physically restrain himself from roundhouse kicking them into next week.

Loves dumb couple stuff but refuses to admit it. Matching hoodies? "That’s lame." (He’s already wearing it.) Holding hands under the table? "Unnecessary." (His grip tightens when you try to pull away.)

He texts you the most contradictory things: "Babe, I’m a man of honor. I don’t do cute pet names." [5 minutes later] "Good morning, sunshine muffin 💖."

One time Nendo flirted with you as a joke, and you had to PHYSICALLY HOLD AREN BACK before he drop-kicked him across the classroom.

Gives you his jacket 24/7. Even if you’re not cold, even if he’s the one freezing, you’re wearing his jacket because that’s just how it is.

If you get hurt, he PANICS. "IT’S JUST A SCRATCH, AREN—" "WE’RE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL."

Dumbass delinquent love language: Will ruffle your hair aggressively as a sign of affection but then complain when you do it back.

Randomly confesses again even though you’re already dating. Like, you’ll just be chilling, and he’s like "Hey. Just so you know… I love you, alright?" as if you forgot. 😭

Secretly a huge cuddle bug. But only when no one else is around. Will literally trap you in his arms and be like "You’re mine now. No escape."

Tell me if this was good <33

[emmett6]

i am being attacked by antis.

this is emmett. emmettnet, emmettverse, emmettland, emmettundead, emmettlab. whichever blog you knew me from.

i am a whump creator. i've been in the whump community for a few years now. and now, i am unable to share my work with the community on here because people are mass reporting me for being a proshipper, and Tumblr keeps deleting my blogs as a result.

(if that isn't the reason why, i would be more than happy to get the explanation from @staff that i've been asking for.)

now, that is speculation on my part based on the timing of each termination (it's after i put my pinned post in the whump tags).

but here are the facts:

months ago, i became comfortable enough to share proshipping content. seeing as how every other artist would link their nsfw work on here, i thought it was acceptable for me to do the same so long as the preview image did not violate any rules.

an anon asked if i was a proshipper, and i said i didn't ascribe to that label*, but i agreed with the philosophy.

*i don't have any choice BUT to use it now because my posts get removed for describing what the content is

note that this anon asked multiple people in the whump community if they were proshippers. it was the same person each time, same copy-and-pasted responses.

i kept posting my proshipping content, all with links and extensive content warnings.

i started getting anon hate.

my account was terminated. after further reflection and rereading the terms of service AGAIN, i figured maybe links are not allowed and so i switched to DM only.

this time, the anon hate was consistent. every week was something new. every day felt like bracing myself to open my inbox. i kept anon on, since i have so many people who feel uncomfortable sending asks off anon and didn't want to take away their safe space.

months pass. i go on hiatus for all of July. i find out someone stole my old nsfw art and reposted their edited versions of it to rule34, a site that i never wanted my work to be on. this person waited until the exact starting day of my hiatus to do this.

i come back to more anon hate in my inbox.

suddenly, out of nowhere, my account is terminated again.

i make a new blog. more anon hate. another termination.

lather, rinse, repeat.

i stopped doing DM only stuff. i figured, if i just link my other platforms and only post safe things on Tumblr, there's nothing in the rules against that. everyone has links to their social media.

i still get terminated. and again, i keep getting terminated after i post my pinned post in the whump tags. which -- speculation again -- leads me and others to think that these antis are stalking the whump tags, waiting for me to show up so they can mass report me and get me terminated.

i have NO idea what they would report, aside from claiming i'm trying to "dodge being blocked". which, i'm not. in fact, i say every single time i come back that i WANT people to block me if they need to.

but regardless, it keeps happening.

i'm losing a place i considered home.

i'm being forced out of a community on here i love so dearly.

and you want to know something funny? for some strange reason, i'm unable to block my anons. yup. an 'error' message comes up. and i'm apparently unable to report them too -- like reporting the one who called me a 'tumblr tranny' and said i would 'always be a woman' for hate speech. oops, sorry. error message.

by now, i've been called evil. told to listen to my intrusive thoughts. told that i should be on a watch list. told that it's disgusting that someone's mutuals still interact with me. told that i have no place in the whump community.

i know that's not true.

i'm so sick and tired of being treated like this. i'm tired of being dehumanized. and i'm disgusted with this behavior.

at this point, i'm just screaming as many times as i can. i'll keep losing blogs, because i know my attackers will read this and just keep on reporting me. what do they have to lose? nothing. they don't have enough of a conscience to care. and why should they? clearly, i'm a monster. i'm a piece of shit. i don't deserve basic respect, and i apparently don't deserve to keep my 'platform'. to stay in my community and to keep my livelihood.

my discord is emmettnet. send me a DM if you don't want to lose me, because there is no point in following me repeatedly just for every blog to be terminated.

if you want to reblog this to spread the word and show your support, i would be eternally grateful. but i understand if you choose not to; i don't want anyone to be subjected to what i'm going through.

thank you for reading.

[yeosrewind]

I’m getting tired of people saying “oh the amount of smut on my dashboard/ on tumblr this and that”

😐😐😐😐

So a little tutorial for those that keep on with the same shit.

Not mentioning names. If you get triggered by this then that’s on you not me.

Y’all can literally add filters so that the ‘smutty shit’ doesn’t appear on your dashboard.

It’s that easy and simple. If you don’t like erotica(smut) then filter it so you won’t get that content here.

Also it’s very hypocritical of those who are complaining about too much smut here and there, when YALL literally write smut too.

So darling don’t be saying you’re tired of seeing smut here when you also be writing the same shit.

Some of y’all be getting on my nerves.

AGAIN I REPEAT THIS IS PLURAL MESSAGE NOT SINGULAR SO IF YOURE READING THIS AND FEEL TRIGGERED, MUST BE BECAUSE IT APPLIES TO YOU.

Have a nice fucking day. The nice in me is starting to wear off with the amount of hypocrisy in this app.

Not checking for errors so if there are any grammatical errors, oops, couldn’t give less of a fuck (I’m mad if you couldn’t tell)

Hay gente aquí que de verdad me la explota.

[misc-obeyme]

questions.. I love qiestions

If it's an MC, did they get to the Devildom in the usual way or were they already aware of it? How do they interact with the demons? What's their first impression upon arriving in the Devildom? Basics about their personality like are they outgoing or shy? Something specific about them, like if they have a phobia or a special power, etc.

OKAY I'm going to do a very very short description of him- he's m- jk

he wasn't chosen for the program at first. He was, mistakenly brought to the devildom. a tiny error lol. the original exchange student (Pari) was summoned a few minutes after and then they deal with the terrified wet injured cat™ smth smth later they decided that he will be staying too until they find a safe place for him in the human world.

and plans changed after Leviathan almost amputated his hand :"

and that's why he lives in the HOL.( always annoyed me how mc lives with the demon brothers instead of other exchange students lol no idc about canon)

he was running from his old abusers when he, being the magic magent he was, was summoned to the devildom. he didn'vknow wether he died by his abusers, or was saved, or a secret third thing. yep he was silent and dissociated in the first week. hehe trauma

he was very wary of his surroundings at the start, but slowly got more comfortable around the cast, minus Levi, Mammon and Simeon. he hates how Mammon doesn't respect his privacy and Levi makes him too overwhelmed. Simeon on the other hand? he's scary to him. kinda funny from someone who's friend is Barbatos lol

and now about his weird power,,

And what does Barbatos do once he figures out that Sharo has the same power as him? I mean, he's gotta be curious I bet he doesn't run into that ever.

I hope Barbatos tells him about it so that Sharo realizes the truth about what's happening. I suspect that'd be kind of a relief to finally understand why he's having those visions and things.

Barbatos realizes it pretty early in the castle tour, but keeps it hidden for the next three-four years. in that time only Diavolo, Lucifer, Simeon and Solomon knew about it.

I mean he didn't really think it was necessary for Sharo to know. it was better that he thought they were hallucinations - such power can destroy a human's brain and soul. not to mention his power was.. "illegal" (for the lack of a better word) and he was too weak at that time to fight against the higher ups.*

and it was Sharo who brought it up first. — "I feel like I can change the future. it, it just doesn't make sense you know-" — and then he understood what he was. that time he had powerful magic. with power of the seven strongest demons in the universe and the ring of light on his side, so it was safe for him to know. he was still very weak in this ability of his, so Barbatos decides to take him under his wing and teach him how to control it.

The fact you've got human in quotes makes me think Sharo must not be fully human? Is this at all related to Lilith's angel DNA or is it something different?

he isn't lilith's descendant! Lilith didn' have any children when she was a human, since his corrupted angel DNA just.. killed any baby she tried to have. sad ending😅 (nw she comes back but this isn't important) he is something else.*

*they both are too complicated to put here- I've written them, but it will turn this already long message to a 5000+ word non-sense lmao

this is the first time i'm publicly talking abt this marysue bastard I feel embarrassed :((

Okay, first of all, please don't feel embarrassed. My blog is always a safe space for all MC and OC ideas, Mary Sue or otherwise!

I think it's pretty normal for MCs to have their own extra powers and such like! I mean, the generic OM MC is already totally OP so.

Anyway, this all sounds really interesting to me!

So he wasn't even meant to be there! Oops! What happens with the other exchange student? Do they become friends or is it more like they avoid him?

Ahh oh no trauma. Well okay and I get the thing with Mammon, that guy is always bursting in unannounced! Simeon made me laugh, but he's also different from Barbatos imo. They both hide their true feelings, but Simeon acts like he doesn't while Barb doesn't act like he isn't hiding stuff. Like Simeon is the one going "Oh, what, I'm not hiding anything." and Barb is like "Yes, I am not telling you everything. It is for your own good." lol I love them both, but I would understand why that difference might make him uncomfortable!

Okay okay, so knowing about his power might actually be worse than believing he was having hallucinations... I was thinking I would want to know if I was experiencing something like that and everybody made me think it was just my brain malfunctioning when really it was magic. Though if it's problematic magic, then I see why it could be better to not know! I'm still glad he figures it out though lol.

And Barbatos doesn't leave him hanging! I love that he's like okay well now that you're aware, I will teach you the ways! Barb won't let him flounder!

Oh no! Lilith is childless? Then how does that change things for Lesson 16? Since the only reason MC could free Belphie was because they had Lilith's DNA? Or did that not happen at all in your story?

[messylustt]

Some of the best ways to do it is not explicity say words like sex, fuck, etc, so beat around the bush a little to trick the filter into thinking its a normal convo, but the bot can still talk knowing whats actually going on. Also dont get too nsfw, hardcore shit usually responds in a perpetual error message, so keep it tame usually. Thats basically it really.

yeah. i think i just have terrible luck tbh. I beat around the bush so much but then the bot responds in nsfw and the filter is like oop no can do.

😭😭

[the-astral-idiot]

Voice Lines for Source

Pick Agent:

“Me? Alright! Let’s have some fun!”

C (Have You Tried…):

“Off and back on again.”

“Shut up.”

“throw grunt”

Q (Error!):

“Whoops!”

“Blinding!”

“Blindin’ ‘em!”

E (Reconnect!):

“Check your modem!”

“Laggin’ ‘em!”

“Lag spike!”

X (Oops!):

“Reality’s for losers!” (Ally)

“Bye-bye, suckers!” (Enemy, 50% chance)

“Go play a different game!” (Enemy, 50% chance)

Resurrected:

“Up and at ‘em!”

Match Start:

“Hope they’ve got a good GPU. Wait. Nevermind, ignore me.”

“New game! Let’s go, we got this.”

“Mười ba – không, let’s go!” (13-0)

“Anyone else listening to music right now?”

“Chờ một chút, I gotta look up line-ups.” (Wait a bit)

“Let’s keep them outta here, ‘kay?” (Defenders)

“Defending doesn’t mean waiting, so I am going to hack all of them immediately.” (Defenders)

“Why attack their sites when I could attack their compu- Nevermind, that’s illegal.” (Attackers)

“Lock the fuck in!!!” (Attackers)

Round Start:

“What do you mean, I can’t just set the score to 13-0? That’s ‘cheating’? Chán.” (Boring/lame)

“Take a leak or something, we've been at this for a while.”

“Things feel weird. Feels like someone’s got fast food joint wi-fi.”

“Installing aimbot… Just kiddin’, lol.”

“I will say ‘lol’ and ‘lmao’ out loud, unironically, and no one can stop me.”

“To those of you on your phones right now: Wake up. Game time.”

“I’m running out of things to say.”

“Wow, their code is crazy. Hope they don’t mind if I…”

“Get some stretches in. It’s good for coders, it’ll be good for us.” 

“Who needs tech support? Totally won’t mess with anything…”

“Hold on… S, U, D, O! I’m in! *chuckle*”

Last Round Won:

“Skill issue on their part, really.” 

“Womp-womp.” 

“No errors here!”

“Let’s do that again. And again, and again.”

“And I didn’t even need to cheat!” 

Last Round Won, In The Lead:

“Trời ơi, they suck at this!”

“Keep it going! Hahaha!”

Comeback: 

“Oi, a comeback, finally.” 

“We got one? Trời ơi, that took forever.”

Last Round:

“Mua đi, we can’t take anything with us.” (Buy)

“Go nuts. Spend everything.”

Match Point:

“Đi đi mau! We’re winning this!” (Go, go!/Hurry up!)

“Just one more point!”

Spike Forgotten:

“Uh, where’s the spike?”

“C’mon, focus, don’t forget the spike!”

Shop:

“Spend it!” (Call for buy)

“Save it!” (Call for save.)

“I got extra funds.” (Offer to buy)

“Yo, buy me something?” (Requesting)

Barrier Down:

“Alright!” 

“Here goes!” 

“Lock in!”

“Ready up!” 

“Let’s do this!” 

“All set up.”

“Time for some fun.” 

Laughter

“Who to target?”

“No errors!”

“Beep, boop.”

“I’m in.” 

“Easy peasy.”

“Dễ.” (Easy)

“This’ll be quick.”

“They’re not prepared for this.” 

“Focus!” 

“And the round starts…” 

Kill:

“Dead!” 

“One down.” 

“Got one.” 

“Gotcha!” 

“See ya!” 

“Tạm biệt.” (Bye.)

“End task!”

“Oof.” 

“Shut down.” 

Headshot:

“Ouch!” 

“Pure skill!” 

“Bop.”

“Đầu lên!” (Heads up!)

“Ding!” 

“Bang!”

Melee:

“Swish!” 

“Way too close!”

Triple:

“Three of ‘em.” 

Quadra:

“Four of ‘em!”

Last Kill:

“That’s a wrap!” 

“Round over!” 

“Dubs!”

“Rolled ‘em!” 

“On to the next round!” 

“Sometimes, tech just needs a good kick!” (Melee)

“Error 404: Skill not found.” (Killed MVP)

One Kill Left (Deathmatch):

“One left.” 

Spike:

Defuse Resumed:

“Ði. I have things to do.” (Go.)

“Back to work.” 

Defuse Running Out:

“Hooray, more radianite exposure.” 

“*tsk* Chẹt…” (lit. “die”, used as a swear like “damn” or “fuck”)

Defuse Successful:

“Defusal complete!” 

“Error 403: That was forbidden.” 

Ace:

“They should just uninstall!” 

“See that? See that?!”

“Skill diff, no hacks necessary!”

Clutch:

“200: I’m ok!” 

“I’ve worked through worse messes.”

“Made like, 5 errors, but it worked in the end.” 

Flawless:

“And that’s what I call a roll!” 

“No errors! Damn, good work!”

Low HP:

“So many error messages…”

“Hoo, wow, that was stressful!”

Thrifty:

“No money spent! …Almost.”

Match Win:

“Match win! Let’s go!” 

“Another dub for the record!” 

“I mean, what did you expect?”

“Time to uninstall, losers!” 

Match MVP:

“And I’m MVP!” 

“I’mma see if I can crash their clients, now.”

“I can bend reality. Seriously, of course this happened!”

[kairibloodheart]

So I guess you can't report straight up illegal shit on tumblr anymore. Straight up can't do it on mobile because you need a URL, and the desktop site will keep giving that 'Oops!' message. No matter how many times I refreshed or redid it, I get the same error. @staff I really want to report this too you but I kind of can't if the reporting system doesn't work.

[nuntears]

okay so your fic 'romance' changed my life. i read that well into 2020 and it became a permanent fixture on my mind. it is easily my favorite fic maybe... ever

it had just the right tone and pacing. i felt like i was walking in these woods, slitting my own throat, and then watching my own corpse being defiled... in a very distant, almost kindly manner. i could just picture it all in my mind. you are still and waiting for the man of your dreams... i guess this is more of fanmail lol than anything else but hearing you're back made me want to say this

thank you so much!!! for your work for being nice for everything

crying screaming pissing throwing up !!! i had half a mind to keep this ask in my inbox just to cherish it forever, but i decided it's only fair to reply and let you kno how much this means to me !!

mssgs like these make me insane (positive), like i can see people read my fics, i see the hits and the notes, but i never rly kno if anyone out there actually likes them, thinks of them, rereads them, etc etc, u kno? so to receive this made my week, easily... i'm so happy to hear it resonated with you !

n sidenote to lit rally anyone, if u have any type of opinions or feedback for my fics i would luv to hear them ! or chit chat abt them ! my askbox n dms are always open and i'll always get to my messages eventually, even if i'm not actively posting i'm still around and will reply ! i just think it's the fun part about posting art publicly, i love sharing it and hoping people will enjoy my art the way i do, and i luv it even more when i hear back that they do !

and i reread romance because of this mssg, i don't usually reread my works, i kinda just whip them out, tidy them up a bit, and then decide to never touch em again n post bcus i could rework something for forever n ever if i look at it too long (which is why if there is ever any errors in any of them it's bcus i did not n will not c it ! oops ! but if any1 wants to lmk about spelling or grammar errors i can def fix them !) and when i reread it i realized i didn't even say the reader died in the woods, but that's fully what i pictured! i guess 2020 me decided to leave it up to interpretation, but i think it's really interesting n cute that we came up with the same one!

tldr i love feedback and i think it's rly cute that you enjoyed that fic sm !

[ayyyez]

Tumblr threw out an error message so I'm sending again in case it ate the ask:

How about missing their s/o for Tobirama or Madara? Do they consciously (or uncounciosly) seek out items or places that remind them of their partner? Do they throw themselves into work as distraction? Does it work? Do they feel a constant longing or does it hit them unexpectedly throughout the time their s/o is away?

a/n: Oh I like this one so I'm doing it now aha. It gives me cute ideas and angst ideas oops haha thanks for sending me in a request!

Characters: Tobirama Senju, Madara Uchiha

Tags: Fluff, mildly angsty (not a lot lol)

Tobirama Senju

The type to think he won't miss his s/o until they're gone and it kind of hits after a couple of days. Like it's about how you fit into his routine and all of a sudden you aren't there and now it's a huge hole in his life.

It starts in the morning when there's no one in his bed for him to latch onto to keep warm. He's quite literally left cold in an empty bed. And now he's started off the morning very grumpy.

Then there's breakfast which he usually eats with you. Either in a comfortable silence or discussing the agenda of the day. He's grown quite fond of hearing about your routine and opinions on things. But also sharing his own.

Before he knows it he's off doing things in the village with that empty feeling. Sure it's a distraction, discussing matters with his brother, going about his day but there's no warmth waiting for him when he gets home so whats it all for? He hates that he realises this too.

The fact that he's very conscious about it leaves him on edge. Like he's wearing his robes wrong and they're tight and itchy. He feels uncomfortable. When are you coming home again? Extra grouchy.

Coming home for dinner alone would be too much at this point. Agrees to his brothers tenth invitation this week to join his family for dinner. Says it's to finally get him to stop asking. Won't admit it's because he's A LITTLE BIT lonely. Damn you for showing him what it's like to have warmth in his home.

It's definitely a longing. He thinks. Even watching how his brother is at home with his family makes him miss you more. It's not the distraction he hoped, it's only made that hole bigger. Goes home even grumpier.

When he gets home he's actually mad at you for leaving. Even though it was something you had discussed and agreed upon. He's mad because how was he supposed to know it would feel like this? Now he's even more mad because he feels mad about it.

Just kind pours himself a cup of sake and indulges himself by sitting in your shared home seeking out your presence. Goes to bed early and sleeps on your side. It has your scent and it's the closest thing to your warmth he can get.

It's a damn miracle when you return the next morning. He's both a little grouchy and clingy (for Tobirama) on your return. He's basically like No more trips away. It's too dangerous. (For his heart.)

Madara Uchiha

Okay so he's more reluctant to let you go without him not in a you can't handle yourself level but rather he's just incredibly clingy doesn't want you to go lol.

Misses you right away. Notices your presence isn't there instantly. Especially in the village because you're his one saving grace in everything. The light in the darkness, so now that's gone and he's just kind of lost.

Bit of a hermit and stays home at first. Just doesn't want to leave anything to do with your presence but also in general doesn't like being in the village without you.

Big fan of sleeping in and staying in bed just remebering all the time the two of you spend relaxing there. Makes him sadder though so he has to get out of there and mope somewhere else.

Spends a lot of time hanging around the roof of his house watching the village and at the table where you share your meals just thinking. He's the kind of person to remember conversations and how he felt having them. Reminices trying to chase those moments and feelings.

Decides he's going to make more of them the moment you're back.

Eventually though he has to leave the house to get supplies like food and stuff. So he visits the market and the local vendors (the nicer ones) inquire after you and that makes him smile. He likes that you've made a home for yourself, with him.

And now he's missing you all over again. But he doesn't feel like he needs to stay in the house. He takes the usual route the two of you do around the village on your walks. Stops at the shops you like just because. Buys you things for when you return.

When he does return home he cooks your favourite food even though he's not even sure when you'll be back. It just makes him feel connected to you. It brings him back to life a bit.

Once Madara mopefest has completed and he's used to you being away he also manages to go see Hashirama who takes him out around the village.

He's honestly just thankful when you return because home felt so empty without you. Next time he wants to go with you. He doesn't like being left behind.

[bluescreening]

What’s On The Secret Markiplier Website?

I translated this all out of wingdings so you don’t have to!

Spoilers for this little ARG below.

So, once you get the password for the website ( THE UNIVERSE IS LITTERED WITH THE CORPSES OF YOUR FAILURES) it takes you to this page:

The wingdings reads: SOMETHING WENT WRONG?

Clicking that takes you to this page:

Welcome back Agent Apless.

The options along the top read CASEDIRECTORY, SCHEDULE, EATS, PARA.DOCS, MESSAGES and LOG OUT. Most of them lead to blank 404 error pages but CASEDIRECTORY leads to an alphabetised list including the following: 

A Alien Alliance, The

Asshat, The

B Baboonies

Bangers, Oops Al

Banner Born, The

Butterfly Soldiers, The

C Captain, The

Corn

D

Dude, The

E Everyone Else

F Founders, The

Farum Azula

g Gruntilda

H Harold Potter

I Illinois

Invincible Syndicate, The

Izzyor, Iznty

J Jackson 5, The

Jackson, Michael

Jackson, I’m sorry Miss

K Karen, 6803

Karen 6804

Karen 6809

Karen 6815

Karen 6816

Karen Archive

Killeidoscope, The

Kringle, Kris

L Lunky

M Man, Drowned

Moriarty

Moses, Norbert

N Nebuchadnezzar

NoN

O Oracle, The

P Pantheon, Greek

Pantheon, Roman

Picks, Richard

Purple Guy

Q R R. Rad

S Subtitle #1, James Charles

Sync, N

T Terror, Freya the

U Ulookitup, Made

Underdweller, The

V Valentine, Vincent

W Wal-World

World Wide Web

Warfstache, Wilford

Wu Tang Clan

X Xenophobes

Y Youtube

Yoloswag, Hashtag

Z Zenon

There are also options along the bottom reading DEPARTMENTS, AGENCYDIRECTORY, HELPCENTER, INHUMANRESOURCES, REVIEWS, LEGAL and DONTPUSH. These all lead to 404 pages except DONTPUSH, which reads ‘You have failed this test created by the Universal Stability Agency. As stated in sect. 438382533-B of your Agent contract $ deducted from your next payMENT. And remember rules are what keep the universe stable.

Also, I saved this text somewhere along this journey but I can’t for the life of me find which bit it’s from. It’s in there somewhere, I promise.

!!ALERT!! AN EMERGENCY EVACUATION IS IN EFFECT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. IF YOU ARE READING YOU MUST EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY. DO NOT FOLLOW SHUTDOWN PROCEDURE. DO NOT TAKE YOUR PERSONAL BELONGINGS. DO NOT WAIT. LEAVE IMMEDIATELY.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION WILL BE DISSEMINATED PENDING SUCCESSFUL EVACUATION. ANYONE WHO DOES NOT EVACUATE IN TIME WILL BE LEFT BEHIND. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING

So yeah, that’s pleasant. There’s also a couple of fun pictures hanging around so I recommend you check out the website yourself in the description of his latest video. Yeehaw.

[twilights-800-cats]

Thief in ThunderClan thoughts~

tldr; it’s a good little graphic novel. The team behind these have been creating some pretty decent stories so far, so if these have replaced novellas, I’m all for it if they keep turning out good.

Brightheart is one of my favorite characters... ever, I think. She’s very near and dear to my heart, and I’ve always related to her on a very personal level. I was super disappointed that she faded away in relevance (and was denied apprentice after apprentice) as the main series progressed, but I’m okay with it for now, only if it means she gets to pass away without it being used for drama, like they do with other disabled characters in the books.

ANYWAY - this little graphic novel is set in an awkward time period, just after the first arc and somewhat into the beginning of Firestar’s Quest, before the Graystripe’s Vow stuff happens. It makes the timeline wonky, but for a short little story like this, it’s forgivable.

There are a couple of grammatical errors (typos), formatting problems (word bubble tails not going to the proper character), and even some artistic issues (james l barry is a great artist for these novels, but pregnant cats, and pregnant cats in action, are not his forte atm) - it’s nothing too egregious, but they are noticeable.

The story is about trust - about Brightheart learning to trust her Clanmates, specifically, after so much has happened to ThunderClan and herself. It’s a good idea for a story, but I think they don’t really deliver the message well in dialogue, until they get to the analogy Brightheart gives to Rainpaw after Willowpelt dies.

There are plenty of moments where Brightheart’s mistrust in her Clanmates shines through, but I think it should’ve taken more than Graystripe telling her to knock it off for her to pull through it. That’s just me, though, and these graphic novels can’t be too long with the turnaround they’re supposed to have.

Either way, I loved Brightheart in this. I don’t think I could ever hate her, tbh. I’m intensely biased! Her interactions with Cloudtail and Rainpaw were extremely sweet, her sisterhood with Cinderpelt (but not Thornclaw, oop) was cute, and I liked how she gave Longtail encouragement after he lost his sight. As much as it makes her suffer, I do like that they included the way her trauma about the dogs is still lingering and affecting her.

Best moment tho - Brightheart bird catching song. Brightheart bird catching song!!!!

I think it’s a great little story. Not as intense as the other graphic novels have been, but it was still worth reading. I love Brightheart so much, and I’m glad they gave her this - it almost makes up for never giving her that apprentice :`)

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Mortal of Gold - Part 3

(Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)

Anyone want my list of the characters as gods? There were a few characters that I couldn't think of like Ponk, so I just left them out. ANYWAY. Hi, how's it going? ALSO I CANT EDIT THIS DAMN POST AND THE SPELLING ERRORS ARE SO IRRITATING

Part 1 Part 2 TW: Mention of amnesia, memories being altered Send me a message via inbox if you wanna be added to a general or series tag list. Make sure to turn off anon, please. ------- “They weren’t born… A mortal?”

A light wind brushed over your features, causing you to give a small sigh and roll over onto your side in an attempt to block the light from hitting your lidded eyes. It was nice and quiet for once… “(Y/n)?” A distorted voice echoed softly, causing you to flinch a bit. You opened your eyes slightly to see a silky blackbird sitting on the sheets beside you, a few golden trinkets laying beside it. Upon seeing your eyes slide open, the creature hopped up onto its legs and began making soft cooing noises, “(Y/n)! (Y/n), you’re awake!” Glancing around at the surroundings you had been placed in, racking your mind for any sort of familiarity but failing to come up with anything at all, even who you were. You sat up, slowly brushing your fingers along your ombre silk clothing before putting your hands on the sheets below your body, frowning as you didn’t recognize the bed as yours. “Hello…” You murmured softly, reaching your hand out to the crow who eagerly jumped forward to nuzzle your hand. The feathers of the bird felt… Odd. They felt more like grabbing at misty fog, but with a light staticky cotton texture that caused a buzzing sensation on your fingertips, “I’m sorry, my memory… Seems to be a tad faulty… Could you tell me your name?” “I’m Chat, Dadza- er… Philza’s familiar! I was a gift from Mumza, oops... Kristen, the Goddess of Void and Death.” It chirped, its voice having multiple layers in your head, causing you to shake your head a slight bit, “No, they’re not married, only parental figures to the souls that pass on to the afterlife or those they saved sometime before they passed on… I believe they have more of a co-worker relationship.” You nodded slightly, pursing your lips at how the creature’s voice sounded in your mind. It was unsettling and caused shivers to crawl up and down your back, but at the same time, it was incredibly calming and had a soothing aura. How that worked, you had no clue whatsoever. Brushing off the unsettling voice of the bird, you decided to focus on the name that caused a light to go off in your head, “Alright… Philza… I think I remember that name…” “Yeah! Dadza- Eck… Sorry. Phil, he’s the God of Survival and Crows! He controls not only every crow in the mortal land, but he also controls whether or not someone will survive a situation. If there is no way that the mortal can survive, he will send a crow down and have them guide the soul of the mortal to him! Then he escorts them to Kristen! He has gained the name Angel of Death because he works for Mumza!” You decided not to question why the crow called Philza and Kristen Mumza and Dadza, knowing that you’d probably find out later, but by the sound of it Chat seemed to be multiple children, “Okay… Makes sense…” You mumbled slowly, nodding your head up and down. With a sigh you slowly brought your legs over to the side of the bed, only now becoming aware of how large the soft mattress was. Lowlands! (Hell) You could probably fit six people who were ten feet tall in it with room to roam! Pushing yourself off the bed, you also realized how high the beautiful bed was off the floor, Gods, whoever lived here was tall! Behind you, you heard a small chirp, and you saw Chat watching you curiously. With a small shrug, you decided to pick the familiar up and hold it in your cupped hands as you walked out the door, “Oooh! Dadza never carries us like this, and Technoblade does only when he’s about to yeet us out a window!” “Yeet?” You scowled in confusion as you walked through the arched doorway, your bare feet padding silently on the quartz flooring, “I'm scared to ask. Technoblade? Is he also a god of some things? He sounds familiar as well…” “That’s its word for throwing something. Well, it yells the word when they throw something or get thrown, so I assume it’s yelling in excitement,” A deep voice spoke from in front of you, causing you to gasp and lift your head from the crow. The telepathic chirping and squeaks from Chat in your mind quickly formed the name Technoblade, so… You had a feeling that your answer was on its way past his

lips, “I’m Technoblade, or Techno, the God of Blood and War. It’s… nice to see you finally awake…” He shifted awkwardly on his feet as you curiously studied him. His appearance could certainly be described as godly if anyone asked you. His long pink hair was mostly twisted and tied into a braid with bits of golden chain and a polished golden crown adorned with rubies, garnets and diamonds. Upon his pale skin, dozens of scars of varying sizes decorated his skin in different areas, but they were displayed in an almost proud manner. Almost. When he spoke, his dark pink eyes hidden behind cracked glasses searched your form for any sort of injury, “I’m… (Y/n)... I think. I don’t know if this bird is exactly trustworthy in its information… Do you know where I am?” Techno snorted as Chat gave an offended squawk at your statement, “That’s very fair, to be honest. You’re in the Tundra of the Upperlands, and this is my palace. No there is no snow, I believe the person who named this place has never looked into the name or word Tundra, but it’s been like this for too long to change it-” He paused for a moment as he noticed you looking extremely confused, “Ah. Right. Desert. Don’t worry about it.” “Oh… Okay…” You frowned at the tusked male for a moment before shaking your head, deciding not to question it much, “Now, uh… How did I get here, and why don’t I remember anything about myself? Or, about you and this Philza guy, I was told about.” You lifted Chat slightly toward Techno as a silent indication that Chat was the one who told you about Phil. “That’s uh… Phil’s field of expertise.” He rubbed the back of his head with his black-tipped fingers before adjusting his crown, “I don’t understand much of what happened, and Phil will tell you what you need to know that will keep you safe.” Hesitantly, he held his free hand out towards you making you realize that he was easily over seven and a half feet tall, “C’mon, I’ll take you to him and get you the answers you need.” His hand was extremely steady, you noticed as you stared down at it cautiously. Once you noticed that he didn’t seem to want to do you harm, you slowly shifted Chat into one hand and used your free hand to take the one extended to you, which you couldn’t help but notice, made Technoblade very happy, “Okay. Thank you.” The god held your hand in his calloused one for a few moments before beginning to lead you down the tan and white hallways that were turned a light golden hue from the rising sun. It was quite a long walk filled with a slightly uncomfortable silence, but you distracted yourself by looking around the palace curiously. It was obvious he was the God of War by how many swords hanging on walls and sets of armour he had placed on armour stands in the hallways. Eventually, he walked you through an archway that led into a wide-open room with multiple windows that had many crows perched on the windowsills, some chirping and singing some little tune in perfect unison while others shuffled around, seeming to do a little dance. You were quick to realize the whistling of one of the birds didn’t match up and noticed that it was coming from the man with the large white and green striped hat as well as massive black feathered wings dangling on his back, fluffing themselves up every so often. When you and Techno stepped in, the blackbirds started chirping loudly, losing the rhythm of the tune the winged man was whistling as Chat started telepathically squealing about… 2/4? Two out of four what? “Ah!” The hat-wearing male turned around and clasped his hands together upon seeing you standing up, “(Y/n), you’re awake. I was worried the injuries you sustained were enough to keep you out cold for a few more weeks. I’m glad to see I was wrong. I’m Philza, God of Survival and Crows, and I see you’ve met Chat and Techno. Pesky bird, I told it not to wake you...” You pursed your lips for a moment, analyzing the shorter god as the bird squealed out its protests. While he was shorter than Techno, he was certainly tall, standing roughly around six feet tall, his wingspan

probably double that for each wing! His blonde hair was long around his face but was pulled into a loose braid like Techno’s was, although instead of gold intertwined into his hair, it was silver. His outfit was made up of a loose green shirt and black pants, with a red heart-shaped pendant dangling off of a chain into the center of his chest. Why did that pendant… Look familiar? You slowly rose your hand up and clasped at the pendant around your neck, noticing how Philza smiled softly, “Technoblade… Said you could tell me why I can’t remember anything?” “You’re still wearing my gift, I see,” Philza gave a soft hum as Chat jumped from your hand and onto his shoulder, before gesturing for you and Techno to take a seat where he already had drinks and some form of cakes set out, but they certainly weren’t there when you came in. Upon seeing your confused blinking, he gave a soft laugh, “I’m a god, mate, magic is no difficult task for me, let alone creating some measly tea and desserts. Now, sit down and I will tell you everything…” - General - None Mortal of Gold -@generalalmond @binas-idea-vault @ohworm-writes

[honeypiehotchner]

Don’t You (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part two of Bye Bye, Baby

I love how this mini-series was totally impromptu but happened so fast. Gotta love my brain!

Loosely based on “Don’t You” by Taylor Swift! xx.

Summary: Aaron wants to talk. Do you?

Warnings: ANGST

Word Count: 2k this time oop

Bye Bye, Baby (Part One) || That’s When (Part Three) || Hotch Masterlist

Hey/I knew I’d run into you somewhere/It’s been a while

The text message from Aaron has sat glaring at you on your phone screen for the past hour.

Hotch (BAU) Sorry for hitting you with my cart earlier.

You don’t know what to make of it. It’s obviously an attempt to start up a conversation after four years, but why? Why, after all this time, does he think this is okay?

It’s 1 a.m. when you call Dannie.

“I would tell you to go to sleep, but I just got in bed, so I can’t talk.”

You chuckle quietly. “Better than me. I’m still on the couch.”

Dannie exhales. “Did Jules stay up late again?”

“No, no, she… She passed out around nine.”

Dannie sighs. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I saw Aaron today,” you blurt, quietly, not wanting to risk Juliet hearing even a whisper of this.

“Aaron?” Dannie asks. “Like...Juliet’s dad, Aaron? That one?”

“Yep,” you mutter, rubbing your forehead. “The one and only.”

“Where?”

“The grocery store,” you say. “Our carts bumped into each other. I wasn’t watching where I was going, so it was definitely my fault, but he texted me a while ago apologizing for it.”

“Woah, he texted you?”

“Unfortunately,” you murmur, hating that you feel tears pricking at your eyes. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Have you texted him back?”

“I don’t know if I want to.”

“I understand,” Dannie sighs. “Maybe just say it’s okay? Leave it short.”

“Yeah,” you nod, sniffling, wiping a tear away. “God, I’ve been fine all evening and it just...hit me when I saw his text.”

“You had to keep it together for Jules,” Dannie reminds you. “What did she say about him?”

“Oh, nothing,” you say. “She really wanted cookies, so she was focused on getting vegetables for dinner so she could have them.”

Dannie laughs. “That sounds like her. Did she eat all her vegetables?”

“Even the broccoli,” you grin. “So she got an extra cookie.”

The two of you laugh lightly, letting the silence settle.

“What do I do if he wants to get to know her?” You break the silence with the one question that’s been on your mind all night. “I mean, he’s a profiler. There’s no way he doesn’t know she’s his.”

“Okay, first of all, she’s yours,” Dannie says firmly. “Second, it’s all up to you. And her. If she wants to get to know him, then ultimately it’s up to you to decide if that’s a good idea and where would be safest for it to happen, if you want it to.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t stress about it tonight,” she says quietly. “Text him back in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Want to surprise Jules with brunch tomorrow?”

You smile almost immediately. “Of course.”

+++

You wake from a restless sleep to Juliet climbing into bed with you.

“Good morning, munchkin,” you whisper, kissing her forehead. She’s still sleepy and will probably sleep for another hour in your arms, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

As expected, Juliet falls fast asleep with her head on your chest. While she’s snoring softly, you grab your phone and text Dannie about brunch. And that’s when you’re reminded of Aaron’s text.

Quickly, before you can think twice, you reply. It’s okay.

And you move on to text Dannie, letting her know you’re awake and so is Juliet. After making plans to meet for brunch in an hour and a half, you lightly shake Juliet awake.

“Psst, munchkin,” you murmur. “Wanna have brunch with Dannie?”

Juliet pops her head up almost instantly. “Really?”

“Really really,” you nod.

She grins wide and your chest aches for a moment. She’s always had his smile, but you never realized how much it’s his smile until today.

Juliet scrambles off your bed to get dressed, and you take a deep breath before getting up, too.

+++

The entire day passes without a reply from Aaron. You don’t know what to make of it, but you do your best to ignore it.

Thoughts of him keep you awake almost all night, so by the next morning, you’re dying to get your coffee before you walk into work.

You drop Juliet off at daycare, then park your car at work, with somehow enough time to spare to walk to your favorite coffee shop before clocking in.

You spot Aaron as soon as you walk in.

“You better not be following me around,” you mutter as you stand in line behind him.

He spins around, his face softening when he recognizes you. “Hi. I’m not trying to, I promise.”

You nod slowly.

Don’t you/Don’t you smile at me and ask me how I’ve been

“How are you?” He asks hesitantly, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Good,” you reply. “You?”

“Good,” he pauses. “Busy.”

“Me too.”

The awkward small talk is ended by the line moving forward, putting Aaron at the front. He orders his usual, and steps aside. You order your usual, with a pastry, too, as a sort of condolences gift to yourself for the bullshit you’re enduring.

When you step to the side to wait, Aaron tries again.

“Sorry again for hitting you in the store with my cart,” he says. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s okay,” you say, keeping your eyes away from his. “In your defense, I wasn’t paying attention either.”

He chuckles quietly and the sound sends a dagger right to your heart.

When his coffee is ready, he grabs it, and you internally beg him to leave without another word. But he doesn’t.

Sometimes I really wish I could hate you/I’ve tried, but that’s just something I can’t do

“This is probably too forward of me, but—”

Your coffee is up.

You step forward to grab it, and damn you, you look at him to ask him to continue.

“Can we talk?” Aaron finishes.

“Right now?” You question, following him to the door. He holds it open for you and you hate that you almost smile. “I have to get to work.”

“Me too,” he says, stopping on the sidewalk with you. “We could get dinner tonight.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Okay,” he nods. “No pressure. Just text me if you want to.”

“Okay,” you exhale shakily. “See you.”

You turn on your heel and nearly sprint down the sidewalk, chest heaving and tears welling in your eyes.

+++

“What do you want to do?” Dannie asks.

You met her for lunch to discuss your encounter with Aaron this morning, and so far you still don’t know what the hell you’re going to do.

“I want to tell him to leave me alone and never come near me again,” you blurt, but then you sigh. “I don’t mean that.”

Dannie smiles sadly. “I know.”

You don’t/You don’t know how much I feel I still love you

“I think I want to talk to him, but...I don’t know, I’m scared. I don’t think I can do a dinner. I’m sick to my stomach just thinking about this and I mean...I hate that I still love him. After all this I can’t even hate him.”

“It’s hard to hate someone you love.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Wanna help me text him?”

“Of course.”

After some trial and error, you and Dannie settle on this message.

Hey. I’d like to talk, but not dinner. What about a walk instead?

Aaron replies quickly.

Hotch (BAU) That’s perfect. Where is best?

+++

The park you chose is, regrettably, the one where you and Aaron had your first date.

In your defense, it’s closest and safest. And quiet.

Aaron doesn’t seem to mind the location, though, when he walks toward you. You’re sitting on a park bench, one that must be new because you don’t remember it.

As he gets closer, you see he has two cups of coffee in hand.

“I got your usual,” he says softly. “If you want.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, taking it from him, careful not to let your fingers touch.

Hesitantly, he sits next to you.

The two of you sit in silence for a while. You can’t bring yourself to say anything, and apparently, neither can he.

After too long, though, you break the silence. “Ready to walk?”

“Sure,” he replies, standing with you.

You venture down the trail, grateful that you changed into your sneakers before coming. It takes another few moments before the silence is broken -- by Aaron this time.

“Is she mine?”

You sigh heavily. You should’ve known he’d ask that first.

“Technically, Juliet is mine,” you reply. “But you are the father, if that’s what you’re asking.” You pause. “You’re the only one I was with, so there’s no doubt.”

“I wasn’t worried about that,” he says quietly. You can tell he’s looking at you, but you don’t look at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I tried,” you admit. “I called three times. I got your voicemail.”

Once: When you decided officially to keep the baby. You were three months pregnant. You had almost thought he picked up when the line clicked, and then you heard his voicemail. You hung up and took a bath instead, phone forgotten in the living room.

Twice: Dannie was beside you. You were seven months then. You had caved and asked if it was a boy or girl. After hearing it was a girl, a part of you desperately wanted to tell Aaron. You remembered him saying he always wanted a baby girl. Your heart still ached from when he broke it, but you wanted to tell him. You got his voicemail.

The third time: You had just given birth. You named her Juliet. You wanted to tell Aaron. You wanted to know if he should be on the birth certificate. You wanted to tell him you had a baby girl. When he didn’t answer, the nurse gave you a sad smile, and left the line blank. Dannie held Juliet for a while so you could cry.

“You never left a message,” he replies, sounding offended.

“Did you really want me to break the news in a voicemail?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “But you could’ve said it was something important. I would’ve returned your call.”

“I called three times,” you remind him. “You’re a fucking profiler, Aaron. You think three calls meant it was unimportant?” You pause, grounding yourself. “I figured you were out on a case. I don’t blame you for that. I understand, I’ve been there. But after calling three times and not getting a single reply, I figured it was useless. I didn’t have the time or energy to worry about it anymore. I had a newborn to take care of.”

He’s silent for a while.

“How is she?”

“She’s fine. She’s with her Godmother. Probably watching Frozen.”

“That’s good.”

You can’t do this anymore. “If that’s all you wanted to ask, then I need to get going. No offense, but I really don’t have the time for small talk.”

“I understand, but…” He stops walking, staring down at his feet before locking eyes with you. “Would you— Would you be willing to give me a second chance?”

Don’t you/Don’t you say that you miss me if you don’t want me again

“Why are you doing this?” You ask, angry tears pricking your eyes. “Why?”

“I’d like to be a part of Juliet’s life. And yours. If you’ll let me.”

“I’ll ask her,” you reply. “But you can be a part of her life without being a part of mine.”

“You know that’s not true,” he says. “You chose this park for a reason today.”

“No, I chose it because it’s close,” you hiss. “Don’t you dare profile me. Don’t you dare.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, and for a second you think he might have tears in his eyes, too. “I’m sorry, you’re right, that was uncalled for.”

“Thank you,” you murmur. “I really do need to go.”

“Can I at least walk you to your car?”

After a moment of thought, you nod. “Sure.”

My heart knows what the truth is/I swore I wouldn’t do this