#I probably made this angstier than I intended but what do you think

[villainessxassassin]

Hi! I'm happy your requests are open and i saw You're Ok with angst, so is it possible to request a Riddle x Reader where he's in his overbolt form and says veery bad things to mc (who confessed feelings not long ago) about said confession like "you never were enough" or "how could i like someone like you" BUT AFTER THE OVERBOLT HE DOESNT REMEMBER HE SAID THEM and Trey has to tell him

"The faint feeling of a flower adorned in thorns whenever I look at him."

riddle x reader (angst)

You don't know how happy it makes me to finally write angst again— For you though, I hope your heart aches after reading this, in a good way i mean <3 - kishira

IF THIS FLOPS IMMA CRY CUZ I ACTUALLY ALREADY CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS

Warnings: ooc? Riddle, saying very mean words

A rose covered in thorns was never meant to be held by the naked hand, yet you tried to remove each individual spike, resulting in scars to appear one after another.

Riddle wasn't himself. From tables being flipped over to the garden of roses being diminished to nothing but shaved leaves and broken petals. You knew something had to be done, but you were foolish enough to have presented your feeling so out in the open, thinking this would be the solution.

"Pathetic"

The first thorn emerges

"Is this your way of ridiculing me? Am I to find what you said humorous?" Despite his words he lets out a high pitched laugh.

It grates your ears and accompanied by the mocking smile he sent your way, it made your heart clench, but it wasn't the same feeling that was accompanied by butterflies in your stomach. This... this one hurt.

"What makes you think I would even want to reciprocate, let alone want to accept your confession? Why don't you save it for someone that would actually want to be around your bothersome self— and I couldn't give a care in the world about what trifling feelings you have instore."

Bothersome. Was this how Riddle viewed you all this time? You couldn't help but look back on the times you spent together, to the days you'd spent hours at the library as he'd help you with an upcoming test, or the times when you'd meet up at the rose garden to snack on sweets.

"You were a thorn at my side, or rather a pesky weed in my rose garden." He picked up a rose that was incomplete of being colored fully red, as white still poked at the bottom of the petals. "A temporary thing that in the end was made to be disposed of", he said altogether while crushing the rose in the palm of his hand, disintegrating it in the process. He didn't hold back on his words, venom coating each insult that was thrown at you. You winced as your vision started to blur.

"You were never enough"

"How could I ever begin to like someone like you"

this was too much for your poor heart to take.

And yet you listened, hoping that he'd change his mind and take back what he said, but never once did he look apologetic. Those eyes that were devoided by the care and love you once knew, only staring back at you like the dark abyss, and before you knew it the atmosphere had completely changed.

Time seemed to pass without your knowledge as the sky reverted back to its regular blue color and the air wasn't suffocating to inhale anymore. Students and close friends quickly surrounded the heartslabyul dorm head, worrying for his wellbeing as he slowly regained his consciousness.

Trey and the others were just about to go check on you but you've already been long gone from the scene. You weren't able to see what happened next, yet you couldn't bring yourself to care for the time being as you were slowly retreating back to your own dorm. Who could blame you? with a rejection paired with unkind words towards your person— how could you even begin to care about that person?

*.✧

After Riddle fully recovered from the overblot incident and went back to his regular classes he couldn't help but feel like something was missing.

To be more specific, this something was a someone, and to be even more specific- ah, that's right, where are you? Y/n, you being nowhere in his line of sight seemed off to him. There are times when he'd give quick glances your way to take a peek at your lovely face, masking it with the excuse of making sure you were paying attention to the teacher, but today he comes face to face with your empty seat.

He would have let this slide for the time being if it wasn't for the fact that your bag was present in the classroom, and the class has been going on for quite some time now, so wherever it was that you were, you should have made it back by now.

This was the last subject of the day so after class got dismissed he waited in the classroom since he's got some time left to spare before his housewarden duties await him. It almost took about an hour before he could hear the very faint tiptoed footsteps from outside the classroom.

You'd made the decision of avoiding Riddle for a little while until he got the message that you didn't want to talk or even be near him, so why was he right there in an empty classroom when class was already over? None of your concern, most certainly. Good for him he's finally healed and ready to prance over flower fields and attend tea parties again with a smile on his face, but you are not. So with a quick frown plastered across your face you made a quick beeline towards your bag.

Given you didn't glance once Riddle's way he thought you weren't aware of his presence, so he decided to break the silence.

"Greetings to you as well. Excusing your lack of awareness for your surroundings I-" his half joking sentence was caught off by the sound of you rummaging through your bag, seeming to not care that he was present in the room with you. It seems you were in a hurry, but shouldn't he still get a welcome back for the many days you guys haven't seen each other? He didn't mean to assume or anything, but the reaction he'd expected from you when you saw him was one where you'd leap in to his personal space and ask if he was okay or if he was still hurt, and surely not this.

It's when you fully turned around that Riddle decided to reach out to you. "Hey", no response. His irritation was starting to become more visible with each passing second you weren't paying attention to him.

"When someone's talking it's only common sense you listen to what they have to say, so why-", when he finally reached you he was shocked with how quickly you shrugged off the hand he had placed on top of your shoulder, and in response he flinches. Why were you acting this way?

"And when someone's trying to ignore you, it's also only common sense you leave them be." a glare is accompanied by your statement. The fact that he didn't even begin with an apology about the hurtful things he said was proof that he really didn't give a damn about you.

You added hardening the glare you already had on and tears of frustration threatening to fall, "If you're not going to apologize for the awful and hurtful words you said that day, I don't see a need to continue this conversation any further."

Despite Riddle's unknown confusion to what you just said, he made sure his words came out straight and clear. Yes, he couldn't remember what he said or even a whole of what happened during his time that he overblotted, but a few of his close friends and classmates approached him recently just fine, so he took in what you said as just exaggeration.

His pride was another thorn added.

"I clearly wasn't in my right state of mind, You would've known this if you read on more about overblots, and what's more is that you're being childish! What I said couldn't have possibly left such a negative mark for you to act this way." This wasn't a fight, yet he still couldn't loose, he wasn't raised that way. He was assertive, and quick to harden his resolve that he was always in the right. Perhaps if he knew then maybe there was still time.

But as we all know, time waited for no one

He was insulting you all over again, even now. Childish? And were your feelings that insignificant that he'd pass them on like a small scratch that would soon be forgotten? Your final breaking point has been reached.

"Just shut up! shut it! I can't handle this anymore..."

You collapsed to the floor crying, screaming with every word till your voice started to crack. Riddle was stunned, scared by your sudden breakdown. Starting to regret how mean and inconsiderate his words came out. He went up to comfort you, but you flinched at his touch, inching away ever so slowly as only anger and sadness was all he could see swirling in your eyes. He couldn't move, your words still trying to register in his head as at the same time you decided you just need to get away from all this, from him.

After you had run off faster than the sound of ace and deuce causing a ruckus in nrc could be heard, Riddle stayed there stunned for an extra more amount of seconds before he himself quickly began to run in the directions of heartslabyul dorm. He couldn't care less if he was breaking more than a few rules right of this moment. HECK, he could care less about ANY rules because right now what he needed were answers.

It was clear how you had no intentions of hearing him out, so instead of chasing after a problem he wouldn't have had a proper response to, he decided to search for a different answer. Unfortunately, those answers have been received far too late, after hearing everything he needed to know from Trey, he already knew how much he's messed up.

Perhaps if he wasn't so insistent that he'd keep quiet about his feelings, maybe if he'd opened up to you more, maybe if he wasn't so prideful, maybe if he'd confessed how he felt to you first, it wouldn't have manifested into something his overblot form would have taken out so negatively on you. Maybe you both would have still had a chance.

He'll keep trying for days, weeks even, but there are times where something broken can't always be fixed, or perhaps you chose not to be mended, scared to be broken all over again.

You freed yourself from the wounding flower, scars from the thorns still linger, a feeling you'll never be able to forget whenever you look at him.

____

Gwen: Dayumn this is the first time where I didn’t indulge Kishira with Angst scenarios.

Request open!(until August 20 only!)

[kisakis-boyfriend]

for the winter thingy!

can i something with chifuyu? i was thinking after the christmas shebang with taiju and him all bloodied and beaten, mikey called us (m! reader who is baji’s brother) to pick him up. (yk same apartment block and all)

basically we take care of him and baby him a bunch, then the next day he wakes up to nobody in bed…

he walks into the living room, and sees m!reader cheer “merry christmas!” with the entire apartment decorated with a bunch of gifts for him, and they spend the day cuddling and just being cute overall?

(i finished the manga for the first time like a week ago and it’s absolutely killed me please repair my heart)

Pairings: Chifuyu x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, mentions of blood and violence, patching up Chifuyu, hurt/comfort

Genre/Format: Fluff; Oneshot

Author's Note: This turned out waaayy angstier than I intended in the beginning. I hope the fluffy ending makes up for that. 😅

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“Don't be too hard on him tonight. It's been kinda rough lately.” Manjiro's words repeated in your head the entire drive to and back from your destination. On the phone you gave a half-hearted, “Yeah I'll try.” and as your mind raced at the same speed of your motorcycle you recalled all of the recent events, deciding that Mikey makes a good point.

First Halloween, now Christmas, how many more holidays will become tainted with the blood from their gang activities? That's something you've never been able to quite understand, even with a brother in said gangs. How many times did he come back home dripping in blood, both his own and someone else's, only to be chewed out by you while you shakily bandage his wounds?

You pull up to the church Mikey told you about. He's just sitting on the steps, most likely waiting for you after Mikey let him know that he had a ride coming.

At first, the words wouldn't come out. Neither snarky remark nor greeting made its way out of your mouth. You simply looked at him, bloodied and bruised. Just like Baji always was when he came home…

“You come here to stare at me or what?” Chifuyu's voice cut through the cold air, breath visible amongst the falling snow.

A deep sigh escaped before your reply, “Actually I'm your chauffeur. I'm afraid we're all out of limos tonight though, I hope this will suffice?” You joked, glancing down towards your bike. Chifuyu just rolled his eyes playfully at this. “Get on. Before you get frostbite.”

-

“You don't have to, you know. It's really late and you probably have work tomo-”

“I want to.” You cut him off, stopping what you were doing for a second. “I want to. What kind of shitty friend leaves you alone in that state anyways.” You didn't think he noticed, but you were wrong. He could read you very well sometimes, and he most certainly noticed the strain in your voice as you tried not to cry.

Chifuyu took a seat in the chair you pulled out for him, watching your body rush from his bathroom to his closet while you rounded up the necessary supplies. His first aid kit, some extra washcloths, a bowl of warm water, and a blanket. Placing everything on the dining table while you have him remove his shirt, large, visible bruises already blooming on his chest from whatever blows connected during the fight.

Gently touching the afflicted areas, you asked your friend with each touch, “How badly does this hurt?” Each answer being something along the lines of, “Ouch! A lot!”

“Do you feel like anything is broken?” At this Chifuyu shook his head and mumbled a 'no'. So you continued, soaking a washcloth in the water and wringing it out until it's only damp, dabbing at the biggest cuts on his torso first. Each time the warm fabric made contact with the open wounds, Chifuyu winced. You glanced up at him and whispered “sorry…” while trying to be even more gentle. It was obvious that something was on your mind, judging by the way you weren't practically bullying him for getting hurt so much. A part of him knew why though. He couldn't argue that he was thinking something similar to you tonight.

“Surprised you haven't scolded me for getting hurt.” Chifuyu prompted. Watching you with one eye closed in pain while you wrap some bandages around his chest.

“I'm doing it in my head.” At that, he scoffed. At least you still had some sass in you.

Next, you moved on to cleaning up his face. Chifuyu's cheeks were already a bit swollen from earlier, bloody and bruised just like his torso had been. Before this you carefully wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, telling him that he needed to keep warm after being out in the snow for a while. Once again, Chifuyu noted how gentle you were tonight. Even more so than usual as your hands lingered on his arms for a minute, a bit of your body heat seeping through the fabric while they did.

“Hmph. All this and you still managed to win, huh?” You lightly teased. Chifuyu winced again when you cupped his cheeks.

“Of course we did. Even though we were at a disadvantage from the start.”

While administering your first aid, you prompted your friend to continue, “Oh yeah? How so?”

Chifuyu became more animated while complaining, “Well for starters that dick Hanma beat me up and then tied me up before the real fight even began!” he exclaimed. “Kisaki planned on betraying us all along. Which we probably should have seen coming from a mile away... but Takemitchy thought teaming up with him was our best option, so I agreed to co-operate...”

As he went through the whole story, giving Kisaki, Hanma, and Taiju Shiba increasingly meaner nicknames, Chifuyu gradually blew off the steam left over from the night's conflict. By this point it was well past 2 a.m and you were both exhausted. He offered to let you sleep over and you accepted.

The two of you had spent the night at each other's places many times before, along with Baji and some of their other friends from Toman. So sleeping in the same bed didn't bother either one of you. Especially at such a late hour and after the stressful events of the night. You really just wanted to sleep it off.

Falling asleep came easily, even with Chifuyu's light snoring (which you are totally going to tease him about in the morning). Waking up came easily too. Too easily, in fact... You woke up only 3 hours later unable to fall back asleep. After letting your mind race for a couple minutes, and lots of fidgeting later, you decided to just get up and do something. Literally anything is better than laying in bed all antsy.

Looking around Chifuyu's apartment brought to your attention how unfestive it was. He did at least put the Christmas tree up, but it was barely decorated and the rest of the place looked so... Grinch-like. You recall the festivities that you and your brother got up to in years past, almost always spent with friends after some time with the family. The laughter mixed with 'Christmas dares' that people like Chifuyu, Draken, and you would always end up flustered from.

Since you had some time you figured “What's the harm in livening up the place?” Surely his Christmas decorations weren't buried too deep in the closet?

-

It's cold. Yeah it is the end of December but, it's like, really cold this morning... Chifuyu thought to himself upon rousing awake. The pain in his limbs and his chest reminded him of last night's happenings. He recalled the fight, the punches he took, celebrating Toman's victory over Black Dragon, and lastly... Chifuyu remembered you. Remembered how distracted you were while taking care of him. Something was off. You never once yelled at him to 'be careful, idiot' or any of the things you usually yelled. Your touch was somehow even more gentle than before too. It was... strange, though not unwelcome.

Chifuyu's hand reached over to shake you awake only to find an empty space. The space where you were last night. Oh.

“Tch. Couldn't wait to ditch me, huh? You're always moving too fast, y/n.” He muttered to himself, running a bandaged hand through his hair before slipping out of bed and trudging to the living room.

His feet carried him across the floor until...

“MERRY CHRISTMAS, MATSUNOOO!!”

Until a very loud voice jolted him fully awake. Clutching a hand over his chest, Chifuyu shouted in retaliation, “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! What the hell?!?!”

To which you only laughed, “Yes! That's my job and you know it!” Chifuyu couldn't decide whether he was happy that you were back to your usual, sarcastic self or not... Regardless, he did say thanks.

“I made breakfast by the way. I wasn't sure what you'd feel like so I just cooked something simple... and my special french toast.” You added. A statement that caused your friend's eyes to sparkle at the mere mention of. After fixing up a plate for each of you, you sat down by the properly decorated tree. Chatting about how you pulled off decorating his entire living room without waking him up, reminiscing about Christmases past, and your plans for the rest of the day. All before casually sliding a gift box towards him.

“What's this?”

“Open it, silly.”

Carefully removing the blue ribbon and the lid of the box revealed a picture frame with a photo of Chifuyu, Baji, and yourself from a summer trip last year.

“Y/n...” Chifuyu whispered, staring at the photo in his hands. His eyes scanned over it again and again, taking in all of the details fondly.

“I thought it would be nice to have. Knowing my brother I'm sure he wouldn't want us sulking over his death. He'd want us to remember the happy times, and to move forward and make more good memories.” While you already felt the tears coating your own eyes, it was Chifuyu who cried first. Though he swears it's just some dust, definitely not tears!

“Yeah, uh-huh, sure. Whatever, there's more under the tree. I just wanted to give you that one first.”

You watched as your friend laid the picture frame down so that he could tackle-hug you to the ground, hurting both of your ribcages at once. “Oof– Alright, alright! You're welcome! Don't hurt yourself, you're still injured!” you chastised.

And he laughed that precious laugh of his that always brought a smile to your face. “Sorry, Doc. Got a little too excited there! But seriously, thank you, y/n. That was a thoughtful gift.”

“You're welcome. Now c'mon, open the rest!” Chifuyu nodded, smiling as he felt you pull him into your lap while he opened another gift.

[cookierunauprompts]

Hi, first things first *breaths in* omg we’re getting shadow milk cookie content within a few days! It’s a goddamn dream come true, the brain rot shall continue heheheh!

Anyways *ahem* I saw that post about golden butter cookie and now I think that our two oc’s are like, perfect parallels to each other? Like first off we have the pair of both the oldest and youngest, secondly they both have the mental health issues ™, they both create little constructs (which wasn’t intended I promy), and both were ancients that didn’t overtly turn evil or at least cause major destruction.

As a result of this I’ve made an au where both exist and help each other through their journey on beast yeast! I’ve dubbed it the “it takes two” au, where just as stated they help each other deal with the new situation brewing on beast mainly their friends being released and dark enchantress cookie. To varying results of course.

Now I don’t feel like I have the right to write for your character directly but I’ve come up with some scenarios and information! I hope you enjoy it!

-first of all having someone to talk to about the whole *situation* will be quite helpful and having them actually understand like fully, it’s like a gift sent from the heavens

-next I feel like arcane will try their darned best to help golden deal with their very clear depression, she’s learned to exist with hers over what like the past 1000 years for her. Will she open up to golden about her issues to much, no they feel like their issues don’t matter in the grand scheme of things so they’ll do that meme. “I’ll keep my feeling in here, and one day I’ll die”

-I feel like I’m this au arcane would rather die than admit they have feelings for shadow milk cookie, since they probably know or have guessed that golden had a crush.

-as the story progresses I feel like arcane egg will become more distant as time passes, which will start to mark the down fall and her ever diminishing defiance turning into hopelessness. The light of defiance was already quite diminished thanks to her mental health decline and loneliness long before returning to beast yeast. But NOW, there's a big storm coming and their being pulled under the waves.

That’s all i really have for now on that au but now new fun fact about arcane egg cookie!

Their technically dead! Will I elaborate? No you’ll have to wait for explanation on that one but I got a hint. It’s related to their soul jam :)

Anyways I hope you had a good read, and feel free to expand upon the au. I’d love to see it!

Ps: thanks for listening to my rambling and sorry for any spelling errors

I have been thinking about this since it first dropped into my inbox during school. so let's go.

First off, I absolutely agree on the parallel thing. Plus, I'm pretty sure that the two of them are yellow-themed as well. Well, Arcane Egg is more white, but their pallets are similar. Yet another parallel!

And as for 'It Takes Two', it can either be really funny or pretty angsty depending on which Goldie timeline I decide to use. If Goldie had left the Toy-Box(under the name of Butterscotch Cookie of course) and met 'Egg Tart Cookie' then she'd probably be rather suspicious of them mainly due to the fact that she can sense that they've had a soul jam in the past.

I do believe that Butterscotch would talk to Egg Tart privately just to confirm what or who exactly they are, it would also be funny if they did this before Elder Fairy explained the fallen heroes story. Assuming that they join up with Gingerbrave and co here.

As for the one where Goldie doesn't leave the Toy-Box on her own... Well, for one it's a lot angstier since Goldie isn't as... well, well off if she's stayed in the toy box. It also depends on if it's Egg Tart or Arcane Egg that shows up, and if gingerbrave and co are there.

point is she'll be suspicious of Egg tart no matter what.

Also, another 'fun' thing considering the Goldie lore. Considering that the last time Shadow Milk visited her he gave her a kiss and said that he loved her before leaving the toy-box... yeah. Also Goldie definitely has feelings for Shadow Milk, and has ranted about what he did to her to Arcane Egg before. So yeah! fun.

Also about the whole Arcane Egg technically being dead thing... that's rather interesting! Did they 'die' when they gave away their soul jam? Cause I do know that they did that.

also yes having someone to explain everything to her would be a god send for goldie, and might make her a bit better as well... maybe.

-

Also also also, feel free to write for Goldie if you want to! I'm excited to see how you might characterize her. I also don't mind if other people want to write for my ocs, i find it interesting to see how they could interoperate them!

[thattimdrakeguy]

The Normal Kid--within reason.

An annoying development in Tim Drake’s writing as a character is when they stopped writing his character as intended, to go ahead and basically make him Batman Jr, which was probably one of the most uncreative things they could’ve done just for angst and simplicity, and then pretended they brought him back within recent years--but not really.

It’s like they couldn’t comprehend Tim was supposed to be the normal kid--Well, within reason. He is sort of...uh--

However you describe this.

But like he lived with his parents, and had normal kid problems like public school, getting a step-parent, school drama, and stuff like that.

Yet so many people, in fandom and in DC, are obsessed with thinking the skills are all that matters in a character. Which doesn’t work at all with Tim, because his character wasn’t popular because he was skilled. He was just skilled enough to succeed but to not be overly extraordinary. It was why he was likable.

But it seems like I can never get into a current Tim comic from the last--LONG, LONG while. (I didn’t grow up with Tim, but I mean when I went on by giant Tim reading spree, I found myself unable to enjoy them the longer they went on, because they reached a point where they like--stopped caring about what made Tim--Tim.)

Because you got writers talking about all his skills, like OH YEAH, HE IS THE BEST DETECTIVE, HE IS THE BEST AT TECH, HE’S THE MOST LIKE BATMAN, HE HAS THE VISION, HE WANTED TO BE THERE FOR BATMAN BECAUSE HE KNOWS THE WAY TO BE.

And all I can think is “Calm the f down.”

They’ll take stuff sometimes that’s from Tim, like yeah Tim’s purpose of a character is to be the lightside to Batman’s darkside (even if they’ve neglected that for years until, like--the last so many), but instead of playing it like a naïve kid who’s just doing his best, and isn’t exactly always accomplishing that goal. They have to play it off like he’s somebody special for it.

They think they have to make Tim so special.

But he’s not a visionary, or a general or whatever they called him in Rebirth. I don’t think he even plans out his day. At best he’s like “I guess I’ll do that to figure out more for the case”.

This was his “advanced” computer skills originally. He could hack websites--At best he was able to help Babs with her super computers--because he was directed at what to do, and he knew a bit more than the rest of the fam, since Tim grew up on them presumably.

And he’s not some virtuous, true hero, guiding the light of all that there is.

He’s a really good hearted, bright kid, who has a strict sense of morals and what’s right and not to do--But he’s also played out like he’s stubborn and just can’t understand other people’s perspectives, more than like he’s some Jesus kid. Like he thinks in pretty black and white ways, and can even get bratty over it.

And obviously I’m not talking about Red Robin or Teen Titans, but that series was created under such a specific pretense of events, and Teen Titans was famous for messing with the Core Four’s characterization to make them edgier, angstier and sometimes cooler.

But I still think characters have that base to them that makes them them, and without it, they aren’t themselves anymore, and clearly they’re trying to go back to this Tim.

They’re failing at it though, because they can’t comprehend that he wasn’t interesting because he was special. He was interesting because he was the relatable kid in the land of the mostly unrelatable Bats who grew up in circus’s, or on the streets, and didn’t really have normal kid problems the way Tim did.

There’s another editorial statement, or a statement from the writers at the time on Tim, that goes into the details of what made Tim interesting at the time, but I forgot to save it and haven’t found it again in a while.

Like they can’t even get the detail that Tim is meant to be tiny for his age right most of the time, because so many artists think he must be this typical hero. Like know, he was 17-years-old and getting confused for 12-years-old. He’s meant to be unlike the archetype hero. 

But they lost the everykid aspect of him.

I refuse to say self-insert, because no body understands what that phrase means apparently.

He’s just made to be relatable--he has a personality of his own. A self-insert implies the writer wrote themselves into the character. And while some writers have done that--they weren’t supposed to. His character just wasn’t a super loud one. He has a more internal personality.

Like he was made as this naïve, always trying his best, kid, that was oblivious sometimes to a fault, but had big morals, admired Robin a crap ton, and knew a lot about Batman and Robin. And then by the time he’s Robin, he’s this kid that’s clearly an immature kid still, but thinks he has to be this mature, serious figure to be Robin. Which creates this great dynamic of his Tim side coming out sometimes when he’s Robin, and his Robin side coming out when he’s Tim. The person he naturally is, and the person who makes himself to be under the Robin persona.

They just won’t ever let Tim be relatable anymore. He doesn’t have to be extraordinary, he wasn’t meant to extraordinary.

They’re never going to write a good Tim, until they start writing him like a normal kid again, and understand his nuances that made the character work.

Just being the everykid along with the out of this world Bats made him interesting and gave him an interesting POV that made reading his solo great. How it made him insecure in his abilities compared to the others at times, like worrying about being fired if he messes up. And handle himself very awkwardly because he’s not a natural crime-fighter.

Tim just used to be really great, and had depth.

Now he’s flat and boring. It’s another part of this widespread industry problem where they simplify characters, and give them more basic traits to be easily understandable, even if it isn’t the character at all.

It just ruins them, and especially with Tim, because “super talented kid” is just what you call a Gary Stu.

Tim used to mess up all the freaking time, and it was fun.

(I think Rebirth backtracked towards the end to say “OH HE’S JUST AN IDEALISTIC KID”, but that doesn’t work when you make him able to create these magnificent bases, know kryptonian, hack without even looking, able to take on 100s of drones at once, be extra confident, and show scenes that portray him almost like a prophet. AND ESPECIALLY after they show him as being so proficient in stuff to the point he becomes an evil dictator. Which I just hate so much. Like oh no, another ‘WILL HE BECOME THE EVIL’. He’s just a normal kid. Calm the F down with all this special prophecy or whatever the hell bullshit. If you can’t do something that makes sense within the confides or tone of the character, YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN’T USE THAT CHARACTER. Like the Titans of Tomorrow where for like two arcs, just to use a trope. Then Rebirth had to treat it like so much more. Than Tomasi took that, and then made him a child murderer, when before they implied he had nothing to do with what happened to Jon? So what was that about? To make him look worse? Why? No one can tell me it was done to make a good story, because good stories make sense.)

[tokoyamisstuff]

This Is New For Me

Loki x Reader

Summary: Life on Asgard can be straining - especially if the God of Mischief has taken a liking to you.

Warnings: Loki being so terrible at flirting it physically hurts, bullying, this got way angstier than I initially intended

Words: ~2800

A/N: I’ve written this trying to distract myself from personal problems, but honestly I can’t think straight rn. Dunno I kinda hate how this turned out but here you go I guess...sorry.

Loki Odinson must really despise you.

No matter how often Thor would stand up for his brother and try to justify his behavior, there was no other explanation for you other than that he must truly hate you with every essence of his being.

In the beginning, having been invited in the palace to train magic under the Allmother sounded like a once-in-a-lifetime chance - yet all that’s left from your initial excitement had been replaced by pure annoyance.

Lately, whenever you knew that you had to attend class with that certain raven-haired prince, your insides would churn before you even arrived.

Weeks have turned into months, never once ceasing his condescending remarks or childish pranks. Of course, he wasn’t called the God of Mischief for nothing.

All nine realms had tales to tell about his sheganinans - yet with you, he seemed especially invested. There was not one encounter where he could leave you at peace, always ending with you being victim to his wicked humor. 

The man did not seem to respect you at all - and it made you furious.

Today, you’d show him just what you were capable of!

“Greetings, great Allmother.” Polite as always, you bowed deeply in front of your queen, her magnificent presence still making you jittery beyond belief.

“No need for formalities, my lovely student” she responded heartily, only making you admire her even more - until a loud, exaggerated sigh cut through the calm atmosphere.

“Her again?” There he stood, maintaining his defensive pose as he rolled his eyes at you. “Mother, why would you keep on bringing a lowlife like her to defile this holy place?”

This was probably the millionth time that Frigga apologized deeply for her son’s behavior, and you were always amazed by her patience with him. How could a person so formidable end up raising such a troublemaker?

But then again...if she believes that there is good in the God of Mischief, then so would you.

“For today, I have prepared a spell that can only be cast by two mages at once”, Frigga explained, while Loki would still not bid you a single look. “So throughout this lesson, you will need to work together to succeed.”

Irritation was clearly visible on his face - and if you were perfectly honest, you weren’t really fond of that idea either. Yet if it was your scolar’s wish, none of you would protest.

“Spontaneous creation of complex concepts puts a huge stroll on one’s mind and body, so do not be frustrated if it doesn’t work within the first try.”

The idea was simple: Create a blooming meadow in midst of the palace floor, since creating life would be way too complex - only masters of the sorcery arts could take this spell to completion.

You and Loki were now sitting on the bare floor in front of each other and only now you realized how tense he had become, sweat dripping from his forehead and biting his bottom lip.

Was your presence really so terrible that he couldn’t bear with it?!

“Hey” you whispered, taking his hands to form a ring just as instructed “Don’t worry, we’re gonna get this!”

“I don’t need your encouragement...” he spat between gritted teeth, now that you noticed his palms were just as sweaty as his face seemed to be.

One second. Two, tree...fourty....a hundret and two...

“Relax” Loki repeated to himself as if it was his mantra - but now, with your fingers entangled in his? Sheer impossible.

Distraught, he shot his mother a desperate look, just for her to point  towards you, sitting cross-legged and seemingly completely relaxed.

Since your eyes were closed, Loki took this chance to observe every detail of your face, without having to fear that you’d notice his little infatuation.

By the norns - you were as fair and bewitching as always. So way, way out of his league. An unreachable, vigorous being. No angel, valkyrie or similar could ever reach up to you - at least in his eyes.

Was this what they called love at first sight? Loki only knew those sentiments from novels he always ridiculed before he got to know you.

Slowly and steadily, Loki aligned his breathing pattern with yours, picturing the cycle of energy the two of you formed. Carefully, he began infusing you with his magic, trying his best to allow yourself do the same to him.

Another minute passed by and you were finally able to let your magic flow through each other’s bodies entirely, like a serene stream.

With things being like this, he felt so different from the Loki you knew.

His magic was strong, indeed - but so gentle, warm and somehow comfortable to be coated with. You wondered-

“HEY!”

As soon as Loki slapped your hand away, breaking the cycle, all of the flowers that had previously bloossomed through you would wither in an instant.

“What the hel do you think you’re doing, you mewling quim?!” Loki shoutet as loud as his lungs allowed him to, while his mother’s face distorted in second-hand-embarrasment at her son’s choice of words. “Who do you think you are?!”

“I-I’m sorry, I just-” You only wanted to scan his emotions through the magic bond you shared, just peek under the cover for a mere second - what was he so afraid of you to find?

“Know your place, woman!” The god pointed at you before he rushed up, ignoring the ache in his heart as he saw your face contort in sadness. “You are beneath me, never forget that!”

Why were you even surprised?

“You’re right” you sniveled quietly as you balled a fist in your dress, and Loki hated himself so much that he wished to just disappear. “My apologies. You don’t have to put up with me ever again.”

As always, instead of fighting, you made your leave without ever fighting back.

Frigga’s pleads for you to stay and talk this over were all for naught when you rushed away, muttering curses directed towards youself rather than anyone else.

Instead of scolding her son, she’d punish him through her silence, furiously shaking her head as she rushed away as well.

Why did he always have to ruin everything?!

The God of Mischief was very well aware that whenever you were close, his mind went completely blank - and that made him panic.

Never before he had felt so goddamn vulnerable in front of anything, terrifying him beyond belief.

And Loki loathed that feeling: Losing control over himself, being reminded once again how alone and  unloveable he is, facing a goddess as stunning as you are every single day.

So he concluded it to be best to cope like he did all those millenia: Cover up those insecurities, shove his anxieties in the back of his heart and protect his heart from anyone coming close.

Good thing you believed that presumptupus, disoblinging duplicity of his to be his true self.

That would make it easier for the both of you, having as much distance as humanly possible. Vicinity could become dangerous terrain.

Yes, he would only save you some time - it would be a waste if you would try to actually give him a chance, just to be let down by what kind of disappointment he truly was.

But it wouldn’t end here - since the only way Loki Odinson first and only communication was through causing mischief.

A scream of yours startled the servants early in the morning, with your personal maiden being the first to rush to your side.

“Milady, wha-” She stopped in her tracks as she saw you standing in front of the mirror, touching your scalp in disbelief, where everything had been cut short.

That was it. Enough of it!

Dismissing the servants, you took a scissor and tried to at least make an acceptable hairstyle out of the mess he had made, before you would leave to the royal garden.

“You!” Pointing towards Loki, innocently sitting on a bench to watch the sunrise, you screamed and let a strand of hair run from your fingers to the floor. “You did this!”

“Now relax, would you” he chuckled, wearing his smug grin like a trophy as he defendingly held his hands into the air. “You should be grateful, it looks much better like this.”

Next thing he knew was the feeling of your backhand, mercilessly crushing against his collarbone.

Usually, you’d be shocked at yourself, for you had never been a person to choose violence ever before - but right now, you were too full of anger and hurt to even realize.

“You conniving craven pathetic worm!” you exclaimed, breathing heavily as you swung yet another fist towards the prince - however, he grabbed your wrists, trapping you in his hold.

In his life full of wrongdoings, he had been called worse than that - yet still, hearing insults coming from you of all people shot arrows through his heart with every word escaping his lips. Not that he’d ever admit, though.

“It was just a little prank.” Loki would’ve never thought that his actions would affect you this much. “What are you so worked up about?”

“All this time I believed there could be a good person beneath all that...but now what?” The compassion you detected in his eyes were only upsetting you even more. “You are a selfish, cruel and terrible person, and I gave up on you.”

Loki let go off of you, staring at you in disbelief:

You actually believed in him, all this time?! That was impossible!

If anything, the Odinson had always believed you to ignore his existence completely, if he wouldn’t use such drastic measures to attract your attention.

“Wait a second, I-”

“I hope you know that you deserve to be alone...” you sniveled, turning around to face him one last time before you fled the scene. “And you always will be.”

Several minutes had passed until Loki had given up in silencing he voices inside his head that told him you were right: He was indeed a despicable being, tainting your pure goodwill - repelling anyone that would still be willing to give the God of Mischief a chance.

Out of a whim, he jumped up from his place, wanting to rush after you. He was very well aware that he was probably beyond forgiveness by now, yet he at least wanted to make things up to you - even though he had no clue where to start.

“Calm down, Lady Y/N.”

Thor’s voice drang to Loki’s ears just a mere second before he saw that particular heart-wrenching scene unfold in front of him:

You were lying in his brother’s arms, crying to your heart’s extend while soothed you, softly petting what remained from your hair.  Loki remained hidden in the shadows, even though his guts told him to stab his brother right here and now.

“My brother...you know-” The God of Thunder was trying to find the right words, even though poetic speeches were not really his forte. “It’s just his speecial, twisted way of interacting. Who knows where he got that from.”

“I rather wonder if he realized how his behavior truly makes me feel” you snapped back, unwilling to keep defending him. “Weak and worthless, that’s how I feell. And every time our ways cross, he’s making it worse!”

By the gods, Loki never wanted to make you feel that way, let alone think such ways about yourself! He of all people, who knew best what its like to feel unfit and nowhere near enough.

Loki grabbed the fabric of his shirt tight, feeling that his heart might burst if he didn’t. It took everything in him to not let out a loud sob and be caught - but then, his brother snapped him out of it with an impossible question:

“Do you still love him?”

“L-Love might not be the right word, I mean-” Lately, you had let Thor in on your secret admiration for his younger brother. “With the way he’s treating me, and all-”

You just couldn’t help being drawn to him against all reason. After everything you had endured, just to be close to him - and he never even acknowledged your feelings.

And still, here you were, crying over a man that didn’t want you.

“Lady Y/N?”

Loki’s voice made you panic, immediately wriggling out of Thor’s embrace. The Odinson understood immediately, nodding towards his brother before leaving the two of you alone.

“Since when have you been standing there?!” Panic dropped to your stomach, wondering just how much he had heared.

“From the very beginning.”

Before you could even think about what to do now, Loki summoned a dagger, cutting off his raven locks in one swift move. “Wha-”

“Please, accept this as means of apology.” The man now dropped to one knee, humbly facing the ground. “I have never intended to make you doubt your most perfect self.”

Frantic, you were scanning his voice, face, anything for the slightest hint of a lie - but nothing. Loki seemed determined and sincere when he looked up to you, hesistantly taking a hold of your hand.

“This is new for me...” he uttered under his breath as his lips graced your knuckles, and only now you realized that he was trembling ever so slightly. 

“I-Is that another trick?!”

“What kind of vicious being do you think I am?” Well, after everything he had commited it was only natural of you accusing him. “There are lines not even I do not cross.”

Only for a brief second your heart felt a little bit lighter, as his eyes were locked with yours, lost in this moment you have been waited for so long...

...a little too unexpected, right?

Suddenly, you tugged your hand away, and Loki could only sigh in frustration. Of course it won’t be that easy for him to gain your trust. “I don’t need your pity, Loki...”

No matter how he racked his brain around the matter, he had burdened your shared past probably beyond the point of repair.

That would be his last chance, maybe the last time he’d ever see you again. He was so desperate in his attempt, and yet - what else could he do?

So for the first time in millenias, the God of Mischief decided to speak from the heart for a change:

"Y/N, I-I...As I said, this is new for me, so...” he cleared his throat before continuing, stress literally dropping out of every pore. “From the first day we’ve met, you...I mean...you were the most magnificent being I ever laid eyes upon, and...when I think about it now, I-I may be enarmored with you.”

Your eyes widened at this wholeheartedly confession, a sincere smile playing on his lips in contrast of sole tears running down his face.

Never before you had seen him like that: Flustered, vulnerable, and honest...

“I thought to be unworthy of your affection, so I tried to belittle you, to...I don’t even know. I’ve been told many times I am quite assertive of anyone but myself. I-I mean, I am a mess...I don’t understand my own feelings and thus drive away any chance of happiness, and...how could you ever-?”

“Mhh...” you silenced the man as your lips crushed over his, falling straight into his arms. It took Loki quite a second to fully grasp the situation before deepening the kiss, his arms wrapping around you as if you’d disappear if he was to ever let go.

“Y/N...” the prince gasped when your lips parted from that breathtaking kiss - and this time it was you who wore that thug grin on your face.

"Apology accepted” you giggled, just to smother the face of this flabbergasted man in yet another thousand smaller kisses.

This had to be a dream, he thought...and immediately, a wave of guilt washed over him. He did not deserve this in the slightest.

“Now, don’t give me that look.” Cupping Loki’s face in your hands, you gifted him that heartwarming expression he had ignored for so many years, thinking it was not meant for him. “That kiss wiped my memory from everything you’ve done...by now.”

Out of sheer, genuine happiness, Loki leaped from the floor and excitedly swirled you around in his arms.

After another kiss that would kick the air right out of your lungs. the god would peck a more gentle one afterwards, as sweet and tender as no one ever thought he could be.

Even if it’s gonna be a long way, Loki would prove to be worthy of your love.

“Lady Y/N...if you are to believe in me, then I swear I will be on my best behavior from now on!”

"Let's see about that."

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Keep it a Secret - Kristie Mewis x Reader

Prompt: Maybe an imagine, where R is the sister of one of the players (you can choose who) and R and Kristie are trying to hide their relationship at camp, because they know that their sisters would freak if they would know about them. Love your imagines.

Note: This really spiralled and became a little angstier than intended and ended up not really matching the prompt anymore. 

“Do you have any idea how hot you are?” Y/N mumbled against Kristie’s neck, hips pressing her into the wall of her hotel room.

Kristie tipped her head back, giving Y/N more room to scrape her teeth along her neck.

“Fuck, you are making it really hard to keep this a secret,” Kristie bit her lip, trying to supress her moan, hand gripping Y/N’s neck.

Y/N ignored her, switching sides and making her way back up. One hand sliding up her shirt while the other braced against the wall, both rolling their hips into each other.  

With a groan, Kristie placed both hands on Y/N’s chest, pushing her away. Y/N pulled her hand out from Kristie’s shirt, but tried to lean in and kiss her girlfriend, only to be pushed away again.

Y/N pulled back, taking a full step away, confused.

Kristie reached up and ran a thumb along Y/N’s bottom lip.

“If we don’t stop now, we won’t, we won’t,” she repeated when she noticed Y/N about to argue.

“you know I’m right, because I very much liked where that was going. But that will do nothing keep this a secret.”

“Ugh!” Y/N groaned, taking a few steps and flopping backwards on the bed. “Then you need to stop looking that good.” Y/N moved to be leaning on her elbows, shamelessly eyeing her girlfriend.

As if summoning them, there was a series of loud knocks on the door.

“Hey losers! Open up!” Rose called through the door.

Both made eye contact and laughed.

“Fix your hair, you have a just about to be fucked look. Oh wait,” Y/N let the sentence hang, smirking and getting up to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Rose, Mal, Sonnett, and Lindsey plowed in, each making themselves at home in the room.

“What are you two doing?” Lindsey tossed a random sock at Kristie.

“Don’t worry about it,” Y/N winked.

“What aren’t we worrying about?” Sam questioned as she entered the room.

“What these two losers were doing before we got here,” Sonnett filled in.

Y/N and Kristie both purposefully avoiding each other as the group caught up now that they were all back together for camp. The couple had somehow gotten lucky and were sharing a room, after having been apart for months, the two just wanted to be alone but knew their friends weren’t going to be leaving them alone anytime soon.

The two had been together for almost a year, unfortunately being separated for most of it due to playing on separate teams. Luckily, they were both from Massachusetts, making off season much easier to continue to keep their relationship secret. Sam was oblivious to most things around her, so keeping it secret from her was easy. Short of the couple making out in front of them, Sam would never figure it out.

Christen however, was too perceptive for her own damn good. She could easily figure them, probably already had. She had been sending them strange looks the last couple camps but had yet to question them.

It was hard for Kristie and Y/N to keep their relationship secret though. Both women generally being very tactile, enjoying physical touch. They struggled to keep their hands to themselves. Thankfully they had all been friends for years before the two had transitioned to a relationship, so minimal touching didn’t really alert anyone to a change.

“Sibling!” Christen called as she burst into the room, jumping onto Y/N, pulling her into a hug.

“Hey Chris,” Y/N chuckled at her enthusiasm, hugging her sister back.

The group all made their way down for supper shortly after. Y/N instinctually placed her hand on Kristie’s lower back as they walked through the door, Kristie leaning into the touch briefly before they caught themselves and pulled apart quickly. Each focussing on the ground as they walked to separate tables.

Christen smirked.

Kristie and Y/N kept sneaking glances throughout the meal, one would glance up to see the other already looking, then both would look away blushing.

As soon as the door closed to their hotel room, Kristie had Y/N pinned to the wall. Hands gliding up her sides under her shirt, scratching her nails down.

“Fuck Kristie,” Y/N moaned out, arching into the touch.

Kristie stepped forward, pinning Y/N’s hips to the wall with her own.

Y/N gripped the hem of Kristie’s shirt, pulling it up and off. Then gripped her hips and spun them around, hands moving to Kristie’s hamstrings and lifting her, who immediately wrapped her legs around Y/N.

Y/N carried Kristie to the bed, gently placing her down, pressing herself the length of Kristie’s body. She shifted one leg between Kristie’s, who started to roll her hips up.

Kristie moaned, pawing at Y/N’s shirt, pulling it off of her.

“Open up losers!” Rose banged on the door again.

“No,” Y/N moaned into Kristie’s neck. “Maybe if we pretend we aren’t here they’ll leave.”

“You know they won’t” Kristie pushed Y/N off.

Grabbing a sweater, throwing one at Y/N, Kristie opened the door.

“What took you so long?” Mal gave them weird looks as they walked in.

“Don’t worry about it,” Y/N shot them a wink.

“Gross, is this bed safe to sit on?” Lindsey walked in, picking up on the inuendo.

“Don’t be crude Lindsey,” Sam fake gagged.

The rest of the group laughed.

“Yea, look at these two, not a chance there’s anything happening,” Sonnett added. “Besides, Kristie could do waaaayy better.” She added, flopping onto the bed next to Y/N, knocking their shoulders together to show she was joking.

Y/N rolled her eyes, satisfied none of them had figured it out.

The group hung out until curfew and then all dispersed to their own rooms.

Kristie and Y/N getting ready for bed, Kristie messing up the one bed to make it look slept in before sliding into the other with Y/N, rolling her onto her back with a hard kiss.

Things quickly escalated, having been interrupted twice already, both were ready to combust with sexual frustration.

Both exhausted, Kristie rested her head on Y/N’s chest, absentmindedly running her fingers on Y/N’s stomach.

“How much do you think Sam would freak if she found out what happened minutes after she left this bed?” Y/N chuckled.

“Sam freaks out over a stain on her shirt, she would have an aneurism if she knew anything about this,” Kristie looked up, grinning.

Both were right, they knew Same would lose her mind if she found out Kristie and Y/N were together. Christen they weren’t sure how she would react, probably be upset they didn’t tell her, hopefully be supportive. They had decided to just keep it between them for now, at first it was because it had happened so suddenly, then they just liked the simplicity of people not knowing, now it was getting harder to keep secret; it was at the point they knew it was serious and would progressing into something long term.

“How obvious do you think we could be before Sam figures it out?” Y/N smirked.

Kristie propped up on her elbow, looking down at Y/N. She could see the insecurity on her face. Placing a gentle kiss on Y/N’s forehead, she stared down.

“Do you want to tell them?” Kristie asked gently.

They both knew Sam would be the one that would be an issue when they told their siblings. Nothing seemed to phase Christen and was always so supportive of Y/N.

“No, I don’t know, I know Sam will freak out,” Y/N rambled, unsure.

“Where’s this coming from babe?”

“Fuck, I don’t Kristie. I don’t know if it’s because I finally get to see you after so long, but all day I just wanted to touch you. Just hold your hand, sit with you at supper, you know, stuff like that,” Y/N rambled.

“Me too Y/N/N,” Kristie leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” she placed another kiss on her forehead.

Y/N just shrugged noncommittally. Kristie just watched her.

“I just, I know it was my idea to keep us a secret, but it’s getting hard. Being away from you so much is hard. Not being able to fly out to you on bye weeks is hard. Having to be the last one to hear if you’re ok when you go down is hard. It’s just all getting so hard.”

“Then let’s tell people, or at the very least our sisters, or just stop hiding it,” Kristie made it sound so easy.

“No, we don’t need to do that. I’m just overwhelmed or something, I don’t know,” Y/N wouldn’t make eye contact with Kristie.

Kristie gently held Y/N’s face, scratching her nails into the baby hairs.

“Why don’t you sleep on it? See how you feel in the morning, decide from there.” Kristie suggested.

Y/N nodded, tugging Kristie to lay back down. Running her fingers up and down Kristie’s spine, Y/N tried to settle her mind.

She knew she loved Kristie, but she knew she couldn’t tell her. Sonnett had been right, Kristie could do much better than her. As much as Kristie said she was alright telling their sisters, she knew this wasn’t as serious for Kristie as it was for her.

Y/N was gone when Kristie woke up the next morning. Kristie got ready quickly and made her way down for breakfast hoping to find her girlfriend.

Kristie was disappointed when she walked into the banquet room and didn’t see Y/N.

“Where’s your other half?” Mal teased, walking up behind Kristie.

“What?” Kristie turned around quickly.

“Y/N, where’s Y/N?” Mal asked again.

“Oh, um, I don’t know. She was gone before I got up this morning,” the pair made their way through the buffet.

Kristie knew Y/N hadn’t slept much the night before, because she too had been awake most of the night. What Y/N had said last night kept her mind running. She wanted to tell her sister too, but she knew Sam would not react well. Not because she didn’t like Y/N or think they would be a good couple, but because that’s just who Sam was. Kristie knew Y/N had a tendency to overthink and internalize most of her thoughts. Christen she didn’t know. That one could go either way, but Kristie knew how close the sisters were and could see how hard it was getting for Y/N to not tell Christen. Kristie also knew how protective Christen was of her younger sister.

Halfway through breakfast, Y/N tried to sneak into the banquet room, hoping to get in undetected. Kristie had been watching the door the entire meal though, so saw her as soon as she walked in. Her eyes followed Y/N as she walked to the buffet table. Y/N was dressed in her running clothes, drenched in sweat, clearly having just come back from a run. Kristie watched as Y/N grabbed a bottle of water and a banana before trying to sneak out again.

Kristie shot out of her chair when she saw Y/N leave the room again, concerned at how strange Y/N was being.

“Y/N!” Kristie called out as the girl tried to duck into the stairwell.

Kristie could see her shoulder drop before turning around.

“Hey Kristie, I was just about head up for a shower. Wanna join?” Y/N waggled her eyebrows, but Kristie could see behind the invitation.

Kristie quickly closed the distance, pushing Y/N into the stairwell.

“What’s going on?” Kristie placed her hand on Y/N’s neck, the other fisting her shirt.

“Went for a run,” Y/N shrugged.

“We have a double day today, why would you go for a run?” Kristie challenged, applying pressure to Y/N’s hip.

Y/N just shrugged again, making to pull away from Kristie. Kristie applied more pressure to the hip to keep in her in place.

The two made eye contact, each challenging the other. Kristie debating how much to push her girlfriend, Y/N trying to push her emotions down.

Kristie slowly released her grip, taking a step back.

“I’ll see you later Kris,” Y/N called out, turning and running up the stairs.

Kristie released a sigh, letting her shoulders drop. She was about to make her way out of the stairwell when the door opened again, Christen walking in.

“Hey, everything ok? I saw Y/N sneak out and you rush after,” Christen asked softly. She knew something was going on between her sister and the midfielder.

“Hmm? Oh yea, all good,” Kristie tried to step around Christen.

“Kristie?” Christen gently grabbed Kristie’s arm as she walked past. “I know there’s something between the two of you, it’s ok.”

Kristie’s head shot up; eyes nervous at the declaration.

“It’s ok,” Christen repeated, rubbing her hand up and down Kristie’s arm.

“We’ve been together almost a year. I think she wants to start telling people, she mentioned it last night. But we both know Sam will lose her mind, no idea how you would react,” Kristie answered softly, knowing there was no point in denying it now.

Christen pulled Kristie into a hug. “It’s ok. I figured it out a couple camps ago. You guys are great together, even when you’re trying to hide it.”

Kristie hugged her back, letting out a small chuckle, “of course you figured it out.”

“No one else knows, if that helps, and Sam will never figure it out if you guys don’t tell her,” Christen reassured.

“I’m going to go talk to her, she always runs when she is stuck in her head,” Kristie pulled away, starting up the stairs.

“Hey Kristie,” Christen called her back, “she feels the same way,”

Kristie gave her a strange look but Christen just walked out the stairwell.

Slowly making her way into their shared room, Kristie heard the water running in the shower, she settled on the bed to wait.

Y/N walked out in loose sweats and a sports bra, drying her hair with a towel.

“Hey babe, feeling better?”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded, “I’m sorry about this morning, and uhh last night.”

“Christen knows,” Kristie decides to just cut to the chase.

“I’m not surprised,” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “she always picks up on this kind of thing.”

“You’re ok with that?”

Y/N shrugged again, “she knows, not like I can change that.”

Kristie shook her head, Y/N was being difficult about this.

“Y/N/N,” Kristie trailed off, not knowing what else to add.

“Really, I am. It was going to start coming out at some point and Christen is pretty observant, I’m surprised it took her this long.”

“Alright,” the midfielder hesitated, “so what do you want to do now?”

Y/N shrugged again, pulling a shirt on, “we keep going as is I guess.”

“Give me something to work with here Y/N!” Kristie flopped on the back, rubbing both hands down her face.

“What do you want from me?” Y/N snapped. “What do you want from this? From us?”

Kristie sat up at the sudden outburst, Y/N looking at her, eyes hard. She cocked her head to the side, confused at the abrupt change.

“I want whatever you want Y/N/N,” Kristie began cautiously, “umm, I want you, to be with you, to continue to be your girlfriend. I’m not really sure what you want me to say.”

Y/N continued to stare at Kristie. Kristie staring back, having no idea what else to say, no idea what Y/N wanted to her to say.

Finally, Y/N’s shoulder dropped, chin dropping too, she took a shaking breath in.

Kristie softened, “there’s more to this than people finding out, isn’t there?”

Y/N shrugged, only to slowly nod.

“You want to be with me, with um, be together?” Y/N stammered out.

“Of course,” Kristie replied with no hesitation. “I am crazy about you Y/N, there is no one else I could picture myself, not now, not ever. What are you thinking?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders again, starting to pace the room.

“I don’t know, my mind just seems to be all over the place right now. What Sonnett said just kind of stuck with me yesterday and then us talking about how Sam would react, and I just really fucking miss you,” Y/N ran a hand through her hair frustrated.

Kristie got off the bed and grabbed Y/N by her biceps, squeezing them tight to get her attention, holding her firmly when she tried to pull away. When Y/N wouldn’t stop trying to pull away, Kristie wrapped moved to pull her into a tense hug.

“Listen to me Y/N,” Kristie started assertively, “Sonnett thinks she’s funny, there is no way you are not good enough for me. We are both fucking amazing people and are fucking amazing together.”

Y/N relaxed slightly in Kristie’s arms, Kristie pulled away, keeping her hands on Y/N’s arms.

“What if we just keep being us? Not tell anyone, no big speech or anything, but just us being us. You can hold my hand when you want, sit next to me at meals, I’ll make you my emergency contact. We can make out in front of Sam and see if she thinks we are just friends.”

Kristie smiled when that earned her a small giggle.

“I’m sorry for freaking out like this,” Y/N mumbled shyly, pulling herself back into Kristie’s arm, nestling her nose into her neck.

Kristie rubbed her hand up and down Y/N’s back, “you don’t have to apologize gorgeous, just tell me what’s going on in you head so I can help.”

“I’m just worried this means more to me than it does to you.”

Kristie’s hand stopped moving and tried to extract Y/N from her arms, only for Y/N to hold on tighter.

“I am so fucking in love with you Y/N,” Kristie said firmly.

This got Y/N to pull away, eyes wide.

“This means just as much to me as it does to you. You mean everything to me,” Kristie moved both her hands to Y/N’s head, holding it in place to make eye contact. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/N whispered softly.

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

gods and the mortals they worship

A/N: honestly this idea started out due to the fact that scott and jack are gonna be housemates, and a friend and i were like "haha what if c!scott moved into Innit Hotel with jack" which turned into "haha what if c!scott was the god of mcc but he just seemed like a Dude to everyone else" which made my brain go brrr and think "haha what if god!scott and goddess!kristin met for tea" and then this fic happened. it got much angstier than i intended it to whoops

Warnings: implied/referenced temporary character death, grief/mourning, hugs, emotional hurt/comfort

Summary: Kristin, the goddess of death. Scott, the god of champions. Two deities that at first glance, have nothing to do with the other. But all the same, the two deities are close friends, meeting for tea and talking about the mortals they adore. However, some conversations painfully remind them of the mortality of their loved ones.

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Kristin rather enjoyed it when a fellow deity joined her for tea. Not many would, XD was a little wary of her, being her opposite in a sense. And his sister Drista visited her often enough, but the young goddess was a bit on the rambunctious side, which was expected for the trickster. But the deity's whose visits pleased her the most were Scott's. The god of champions was always lovely to chat with, and she looked forward to each event he organized- always rooting for her husband's team, of course.

They met for tea weekly, but this visit... something seemed off about Scott. He seemed cheery enough, talking about how he had recently moved into the Innit Hotel with Jack and the other servers he was drifting between. But there was a melancholy expression on his face for a brief moment as he traced the flower pattern on his teacup, and a lost, faraway expression would come over his face from time to time. These were expressions Kristin recognized all too well- grief. She saw it in the faces of many mortals when she called their loved ones to her side- and it was unnerving to say the least to see such an expression on a god's face.

"Who are you mourning?" she asked, startling Scott slightly. The god's ever color-shifting eyes refused to meet her.

"The loss of my mcc team, of course," Scott countered with a half-hearted smirk. Kristin gave him an expression of disbelief, and the smirk melted away to something more downcast as he fiddled with something on a chain around his neck. A ring.

"Oh Scott," she said softly.

"Tried the married life thing. It was nice, for a bit. But it was a modified hardcore world, and it didn't end well. For him... or for me," Scott said, hand drifting to his throat with a grimace. Kristin set down her tea, placing a comforting hand on Scott's shoulder. Scott had a unique position as a god- he was one of the few who felt the sting of death. As he willingly lived among mortals most of the time, his godly power had to be diminished to do so. Which meant he could die- but it would never truly stick for him. Granted, death didn't really stick for most of the crowd he stuck around with. They would be reborn into other servers, maybe retaining impressions of the ones before- but Scott was the only one who truly remembered each server he had been on.

"I'm so sorry. Is he..." Kristin trailed off, unsure if she wanted to know if Scott's husband had been reborn into a different server.

"He's on another server with me now. Empires SMP. Calls himself the Codfather these days. I keep hoping he'll remember... but I don't know if I want him to," Scott said, eyes watery.

"Why not?" Kristin asked. If she was in a similar situation with Phil, she absolutely would want him to remember her.

"Because what kind of god can't even keep his husband alive?! I couldn't protect him before, who says I could do it now. Besides with my luck, by the time he'd remember me, I'd only lose him again. Why waste the effort on more heartbreak," Scott said, something vengeful in his tone. The aura around him tinged red, and Kristin drew her hand back with a jolt. Scott took notice of his surroundings, and with a sheepish smile his aura shifted to something more neutral and warm.

"That's why you're hiding in the Dream SMP with Jack, isn't it? You don't want to risk him remembering," Kristin asked softly. Scott let out a sigh.

"I'm not... hiding, exactly. Just lying low, somewhere where I don't have to pretend I'm not a god," Scott explained with a faraway glance.

“What if you were to tell this... Codfather," Kristin suggested. Scott wrinkled his nose in disgust in the name.

"Jimmy. His name is Jimmy," Scott corrected, sounding reverent as he murmured his name the second time. It was almost silly, a god worshipping the ground a mortal walked on- not that Kristin was one to talk. But then again, Phil wasn't exactly mortal.

"Then why don't you tell Jimmy the truth about who you are," Kristin prodded. Few knew the truth about Scott's godly status- Phil, most notably, and Wilbur. And now, she supposed, all who were on the Dream SMP. Otherwise, most knew Scott as someone who had a connection to the god of champions, and carried out his invitations to the games- not that Scott himself was the god in question.

"I... I don't know. Maybe it's safer for him if he never knows," Scott said with a sigh. Kristin squinted at him suspiciously.

"Scott, I've known you for centuries. Tell me the real reason you don't want to tell him," she said pointedly. Scott laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. With a deep breath, his expression settled into something more solemn.

"I don't want things to be different between us. I liked the way it was, on that modified hardcore world. We had a flower valley, with a pond and overgrowth and- and his silly insistence on wanting to protect me, like I was the fragile one, not him. I even experienced a brief afterlife with him, after we had lost all our lives on that world. And that... that was beautiful. But then things reset, and he was reincarnated. And how could I not follow him?" Scott said wistfully. His eyes shone with bittersweet tears, a fond smile on his face.

"You truly have the heart of a mortal, my friend," Kristin said with a soft smile. Scott chuckled, shaking his head.

"Well I certainly can't let anyone know that, think of my reputation," he joked. Kristin laughed.

"Oh please, we all know how much you cherish your champions," she teased.

"Don't tell a soul," Scott said in a mock-serious tone.

"Oh please, the only souls I know are dead ones," Kristin replied with a chuckle. Scott laughed too, but it fell short as his eyes landed on the flowers that decorated the teacups.

"I think the worst part is that he sees me as an enemy. I guess rightfully so, I pushed him away because I was afraid of letting him back in. I don't think I'll be able to look him in the eyes if we end up on the opposite sides of a battle," Scott said, voice fragile as the delicate teacups on the table before them.

"Maybe there's still time to make amends. You could extend some token of peace towards him?" Kristin suggested gently.

"Maybe. I just..." Scott trailed off.

"You just want to mope around in a world of constant hardship and destruction?" Kristin teased lightly, smirking. Scott laughed.

"I guess the Dream SMP isn't the greatest place to hide out," he said, still chuckling. Kristin was relieved to see her friend back to his more genuine smiley self, multicolored eyes glinting with amusement.

"Maybe not. Are Phil and Wilbur staying out of trouble?" Kristin asked, picking her tea back up to sip at. Scott laughed again.

"Staying out of trouble is asking a lot for your family. But I think Phil has forced Wilbur to make friends with Ranboo," he replied, picking up his tea as well.

"Oh? How did that go?" Kristin asked.

"Not sure, honestly. I think they opened a burger place? I've mostly been keeping to myself in the Innit Hotel," Scott said with a shrug.

"I'm sure Tommy loves that," Kristin said dryly.

"Oh yes, cussed me out until I threatened to not let him on mcc anymore. He changed his tune pretty quickly," Scott laughed.

"Doesn't Jack actually own the hotel now?" Kristin asked.

"Yes, but Tommy doesn't seem to know that," Scott answered with a sigh, shaking his head.

"I'm sure he'll get over it. Probably still a little jumbled from being brought back," Kristin muttered, unable to help looking miffed at that. She wasn't exactly fond of people being torn from her domain, especially by an overzealous mortal and the god who he eerily resembled. Although she couldn't exactly blame XD, the book had called him and he was forced to answer.

“Maybe life and death shouldn’t be toyed with anymore,” Scott said softly, after a few beats of silence. Kristin thought of Scott’s struggles with death and rebirth, then thought of her own family. Her husband who survived and lived, never dying- and her son, who fought and died, but ended up living.

“You wouldn’t see me complaining,” Kristin replied, voice coming out more melancholy than she meant it to. Scott looked to her with brows creased in sympathy.

“What a pair we make,” he said with a humorless laugh. Kristin laughed too, just as bleak as Scott’s own laugh.

“The goddess of death whose loved ones live, and the god of champions whose loved ones lose,” she said, voice forlorn. Scott set down his tea, dropping his gaze from Kristin’s.

“I do tend to be drawn towards the lost ones, don’t I?” he said with a weak smile.

“Nothing wrong with rooting for the underdog,” Kristin pointed out with a shrug. Scott looked at the flowers on the teacups, and his smile was a bit brighter this time around, less sad and bittersweet.

“I guess not. Maybe you’re right, maybe there is time to smooth things out with Jimmy,” Scott said, looking back up at Kristin.

“Good! Being mopey doesn’t suit you. And telling him the truth couldn’t hurt either,” Kristin insisted brightly. Scott rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“Okay Mumza, no need to get on my case. I said I’d try and smooth things over, not reveal that I’m an all-powerful god that was married to him once because I like playing mortal,” he replied, dragging out her nickname with a teasing grin. Kristin grinned back.

“I guess your situation is a little different than when I told Phil I was a goddess,” she said semi-sheepishly.

“Phil was also hopelessly head-over-heels for you when you told him. Jimmy is decidedly not,” Scott pointed out with a laugh.

“Oh Jimmy will come around eventually. If he knows what’s good for him,” Kristin said, sipping at her tea. Scott blinked at her in confusion.

“Are you threatening my ex-husband?” he asked, tone so adorably baffled that Kristin couldn’t help but laugh.

“All I meant was that he doesn’t know what he’s missing. Any man would be lucky to have captured your attention," she clarified with a teasing grin. Scott flushed in embarrassment, the aura around him tinging pink.

“You’re acting like an embarrassing mum trying to convince her son to get out there and start dating,” Scott huffed, trying to play off his flusteredness.

“You’re the one who called me ‘Mumza,’” Kristin pointed out, still grinning.

“This is rude, I’m being attacked and you’re twisting my words against me now-” Scott cut off with a laugh, unable to keep up the mock-offended act as his aura shifted back to being a neutral warm color. Scott finally looked the most himself that he had been all day- aura full of warmth, a smile on his face, and color-shifting eyes sparkling.

“Oh, whatever will you do?” Kristin teased. Scott shook his head, picking up his tea and finishing it off with one last sip before standing from the table.

“I think I’m gonna leave, actually. It’s about time I head out anyway,” Scott said. Kristin looked at how low her own tea had gotten, and sighed before standing with a gentle smile.

“Well as always, it was wonderful to have you. I hope everything works out,” she said softly, holding out her arms. Scott hugged her without hesitation, and Kristin got the feeling he was silently thanking her for her advice through the hug.

“See you next week?” Scott asked after he pulled away.

“I look forward to it,” Kristin replied. Scott smiled, giving a two-fingered salute before disappearing in a burst of color. The lightshow faded, leaving Kristin in her rather gloomy domain. The loneliness after a fellow deity left was always the worst, and the heavy conversation from before didn’t help matters much. Scott and Kristin were very similar beings for two deities that ruled over extremely different things- both of their hearts were too big, too smitten with mortals. Scott could at least compete alongside mortals if he so chose, but Kristin was in a plane of existence that her loved ones could only reach through tragedy. Perhaps Scott had it worse- Kristin could at least distance herself from mortals, while Scott stubbornly refused to. But all the same, Kristin was hopeful that things would work out for the god of champions. And maybe, things would work out for her family as well.

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[sevenmikento]

Hello! May i please request a jjk hc or imagine where the mc is yuujis childhood friend that can see curses and has a powerful curse technique?? Yuuji knew since they were kids but kinda forgot about it cuz he didn’t really understood and mc never tried to bring it up again to keep him safe. And after coming to tokyo when the sukuna thing happened- yuuji recommended his bestfriend to gojo so they could study together. Thank you so much!! 💕💕

A/N: omg okay so i distinctly remember receiving this request while i was in bed reading angsty haikyuu fics and then i was hit with such a big brain idea for this that i made a draft of it bc i knew i would forget otherwise. also omg im so sorry but i made this a lot angstier than expected but it has a happy ending!! ;––;

genres: angsty with a fluffy ending, hurt/comfort; 1.5k words

come with me [Itadori Yuuji X Reader]

“You’re moving?” you repeat the words just spoken to you, unafraid to let the disappointment in your voice show as you feel your bottom lip begin to quiver and the back of your eyes burn up in tears. “To Tokyo? So suddenly?”

As if the news couldn’t get worse: first you learn that Grandpa Itadori passed away and now your only friend is leaving. Not to mention the fact that in between all of this, your high school got wrecked in some kind of freak incident–though you know better… the school had always reeked of cursed energy. You’ve even had to deal with some cursed spirits on your own volition before morning practices just because you could never stand them staring at you from the corner of the volleyball court.

“Wow, is it just me or did it get a lot less stuffy in here?” you overheard your senior saying once. You wish you could brag about it, about your heritage and your accomplishments as a Jujutsu Sorcerer but you can’t, not without putting yourself and the people–the person–you love in danger.

“You’re my only family left,” you can’t help but blurt out, hanging your head in shame. Ah, you think to yourself, this is bad, I’m starting to beg, aren’t I? This is dangerous territory. “I thought we promised… we…” You stop yourself from completing the sentence but you both know each other well to understand exactly what you’re referring to.

Your parents had always told you to keep your emotions in check, to ensure everything you feel is always under your control. Cry if you must, be angry if you cannot help it, but never allow your heart to rule your head.

At least that’s what they used to say a lot before they ended up cremated in urns too heavy for you to carry together at the same time. You were ten.

‘I’m the only (L/N) left,’ you thought to yourself, unaware you’d spoken out loud. You were also not aware of the boy who’d just entered the room, dressed in a black shirt a bit too big for him, his cheeks covered in dried tears.

“No,” he huffed, sitting down beside you. “I won’t let you be alone. You aren’t the last (L/N).” He said, completely misunderstanding what you’d meant. He wasn’t wrong but ultimately, you were more worried about your Jujutsu heritage linked to the name rather than the name itself. “When we get married, I’ll take your surname.”

You said ‘okay’, too young to understand the significance of marriage. All you cared about was that he was there and you weren’t alone.

Yuuji remains silent, an immense wave of guilt washing over his body, leaving behind a sensation that is both hot and cold at the same time. Although you continue to cry silently, your arms still move, helping him fold his clothes and place them neatly in his luggage. Your hands tremble in a way he hadn’t seen ever since that fateful day so many years ago–the day of the promise… The one he will have to break.

He wishes with all his heart that he can tell you about the events that have occurred over the past two days. He wants nothing more than to just hug you to his chest and spill all the secrets he’s been burdened to keep: the existence of cursed spirits, the attack on the school… his transformation into the vessel of Sukuna. The execution. The compromise Gojou sensei made for him. The hell he’s chosen for himself.

When the white-haired Sorcerer offered the two choices to him and asked Yuuji to choose his hell, he very ignorantly assumed that hell was knowing when he was going to die. But now, as he watches you bid him a tearful farewell while you wear the sweater he left behind for you–knowing that, even though he promised to visit, he probably will not have the chance to–Yuuji realises this is the real hell.

“Yuu-cchi, there’s a monster!” you cried, hiding behind the boy who was merely a few months older than you, your small hands clenching tightly onto the sleeves of his shirt. He gazes around and sees nothing.

“Where?” he asks, his own arms held out in a defensive stance, ready to take any hit from any monster coming to hurt you.

“There! There!” you continued to sob in such genuine fear that even though Yuuji himself couldn’t see the monsters, a part of him knew you weren’t lying. Though, to be frank, even if you weren’t scared, he would’ve believed you anyway.

“Don’t be afraid, (Y/N)! I will keep you safe!” he declared, waving his fists around madly. “Where is he! I’ll beat him up!”

Huh.

“What’re you so deep in thought about?” Fushiguro Megumi’s voice snaps him out of his reverie, the defeated cursed spirit’s corpse dissolving into ash right before their eyes.

“Yeah, what are you thinking of?” Gojou butts in, wrapping an arm around Yuuji’s shoulders. “You looked all happy and dopey for a second then became all sad and depressed the next. Friendship problems? Or–OH! Relationship troubles?”

“No, it’s just…” Yuuji mumbles.

“I can’t sleepover this weekend.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“My parents want me to train.”

“Train?”

“Yeah, they’re teaching me Juju—Judo.”

“Eh? That’s too bad.”

“Just?” Gojou pushes, realising he’s very likely on the cusp of discovering his new student’s deep, dark secret. For a second, he thinks it’s to no avail but before he knows it, Yuuji’s grasping his arms and looking him dead in the eye (eye? blindfold?).

“I think there’s someone I need you to meet.”

“Oh?”

You curse under your breath as you hear footsteps echo from the floors beneath you. Right now? The stupid local delinquents want to explore this stupid building right as you’re on the edge of exorcising a stupidly strong cursed spirit? You can’t help but laugh humourlessly at your luck nowadays. It seems as though ever since Itadori Yuuji left your life, you’ve been doing nothing but exorcise spirits. Maybe you’re just bored and have nothing to do or maybe you’ve become a magnet for spirits with your increased levels of cursed energy.

“I’ll visit you when I have the time,” he said. But you knew he was lying. Just by looking at his dumb face you could tell he never intends on coming back.

A bitter taste crawls up the back of your throat and the cursed spirit cackles, elated by the frustration emitting off of you. You just know that if you could read its mind, it’ll be thinking of how powerful it could become by consuming you.

“Not a chance, you fuck!” you snap, feeling the familiar sensation of warmth crawl up your body as you harness all of your cursed energy to both your hands. Blue flames ignite from the centre of your palms, as you utilise your cursed technique: “Hinokagatsuchi!”

You charge towards the cursed spirit, ready to melt its skull into nothingness when a familiar voice calls out your name.

“(Y/N)!” Yuuji’s fist reaches the spirit before your technique can, the force of his punch so immense that it slams the corpse of your foe into a wall, forming a crater of shattered concrete.

“Hinokagatsuchi, huh?” A man with stunningly white hair walks into the room. “Haven’t heard that one in a while. “Are you from the (L/N) clan, by any chance?”

Before you can respond, a pair of warm hands clasp your face firmly but with a notable tenderness. The same hands that Itadori Yuuji used to kill a cursed spirit with a single punch now cradled your head, his thumbs carefully caressing your cheeks.

“Are you okay? Did you get hit? Are you injured anywhere?” he frets, his fingers combing through your hair before he pulls you close, hugging you to his firm chest.

From behind you, the white-haired man whispers: “actually I think your friend had it very much under control.” But he goes ignored.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve realised it sooner. I should have told you everything.” Yuuji presses his lips to the crown of your head. “I… I should have come clean and it would have spared us both the pain.” He laughs humourlessly. “I feel like a real dumbass, not realising what you’ve been hiding all these years even after I get dragged into the Jujustu world myself.”

Everything is happening so quickly, you find yourself rendered utterly speechless. Is he really here? Did he just kill a cursed spirit with a single blow? How did that man know about your family?

Your hands slowly creep up his back as you wrap you arms around him and close your eyes, relishing in the warmth of his body and the familiarity of his scent. He hasn’t even been gone for more than a week and yet you feel as though a lifetime of loneliness had been cured with just his return.

“I love you…” you can’t help but admit, though you have a feeling it wasn’t very much of a secret to begin with.

“I love you, too,” Yuuji replies, kissing you on head once more. “Come with me. Come with me to Tokyo, to the same Jujutsu school. Teach me everything you know and become stronger with me.”

[laurenairay]

11 and Tazer?🥺

Thanks for requesting this one anon! A little angstier than I originally intended, but I hope you enjoy it!

Tagging @texanstarslove and @princessphilly 😘

“I didn’t know where else to go”

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It was late. Like, gone midnight pitchblack outside late. But still someone was knocking on your door, breaking you out of sleep. You groaned as the knocking continued, forcing yourself out of bed and turning on the bedside light, groaning even more when you noticed the time.

What the hell? Who was at the door at this time of night?

But still the knocking continued, so you shuffled through your apartment, if nothing else than to make the noise stop and to make sure you didn’t get complaints (again) from your neighbours. Whoever this was had better have a fantastic reason.

Who you saw when you opened the door was the last person you were expecting. There stood the man who spent casual nights in your bed every now and again, the bright shining star of the city…and he looked like an absolute mess. What the hell?

“Jon? What are you doing here?” you asked, frowning.

“I-I don’t know. I just…I didn’t know where else to go,” he said, a little choked.

The misery in his voice, shoulders slumped in defeat, like he was broken, made your stomach churn uncomfortably.

“Shit, come inside, come on,” you murmured.

He nodded at you in thanks as you stepped aside to let him in, but didn’t speak any further words, eyes wide and empty and fuck if that didn’t make you feel sick. What had set him off like this? When you stepped closer to take his jacket though, you figured out at least part of the problem.

“Damn Jon, how much have you had to drink?” you frowned.

This wasn’t like him. Not at all.

“Not that much,” he shrugged, avoiding your gaze.

You rolled your eyes in disbelief, folding your arms over your chest. “You smell like a brewery, Jon, come on,”

His forehead pinched together as he grimaced, eyes still so empty and sad, and you just sighed.

“Make yourself comfortable on the sofa, okay? I’ll get you some water,”

You didn’t wait for him to answer before you left the room, heading for the kitchen, glad for the space to gather your thoughts. While this thing between you and Jon was fun and intimate and incredible…it had only ever been friends with benefits, something hot and easy with no strings, a way to blow off steam after a hard day. But always with a few messages to see if the other one was available. You knew that the team had gone through a bad string of losses recently…but Jon turning up here drunk and sad and lost in his own head? That really wasn’t what you did at all.

But like hell you were going to turn him away. Not when he came here above anywhere else. Not when he needed you. By the time you returned with the promised glass of water, he was slumped on the sofa, shoes neatly placed to the side of him, his head in his hands, only making your heart break a little more.

“Hey, here’s the water. Can you manage it on your own?”

He looked up at you with a weak smile but nodded, taking the offered glass. “Thanks,” he said, voice rough.

You bit your bottom lip but sat down next to him, taking in his appearance as he slowly sipped at the water, staring blankly at the wall. His hair was unkempt, like he’d been running his fingers through it, and his shirt was rumpled, the most ruffled you’d ever seen him, not even considering the heavy air of alcohol leaking out of his pores. But it was his face, his eyes…he looked tired. Like he was just done with everything. He looked like he had nothing left to give. And that was what worried you.

“What’s happened tonight, Jon?” you asked softly, breaking him out of his thoughts.

He huffed out a laugh, running his hand through his hair like you’d thought.

“I know you know how badly we’ve been playing,” he started.

He waited for you to nod, however hesitantly, before he sighed.

“People are calling for me to have the C taken away,” he mumbled.

White hot fury filled your body, surprising you with its intensity, before you shook your head to clear it, resting a hand on Jon’s shoulder.

“Whoever said that, whoever they are, are wrong. You’re a great captain,” you said firmly.

Jon laughed again, this time with a much more bitter tone, making you frown. He didn’t believe that talk, did he?

“I’ve barely scored in the last 10 games, can’t inspire the team, can’t get my head in the game. What use am I?” he muttered.

“Hey,” you said sharply.

Jon’s head snapped towards you, his eyes wide at your cutting tone.

“You listen to me, Jonathan Toews. Your team, your friends, would follow you to the end of the earth. They believe in you. They trust you. They know that you are fighting every night,” you said angrily, “you haven’t given up on them, have you?”

“Of course I haven’t,” he spluttered.

“Then why the hell do you think they’ve given up on you?” you snapped.

Jon opened and closed his mouth, looking a little helpless, his eyes still so wide and lost. You sighed, shaking your head, trying to calm yourself down. Getting angry wasn’t going to help him, definitely not tonight.

“They love you, Jon, just as much as you love them. The team’s opinions are all the matter, not armchair experts, okay? Scoring will come back with time – it doesn’t help that you’re just piling all this pressure on yourself,” you said softly.

“I can’t just act like everything’s fine, like these problems are serious,” Jon mumbled, looking away from you again.

“Why not? Hockey isn’t just a job to you, is it? It’s your life, it’s what you love. So try to remember why you fell in love with it in the first place, hey?” you said, offering him a smile.

He looked back at you, smiling slightly at the sight of your smile, just like you’d hoped.

“Look, Jon, it’s late,” you sighed, rolling your neck, “Why don’t we get some sleep, hm?”

“Sorry, yeah, I should go,” he winced, starting to stand up.

But your hand reaching up for his arm made him pause.

“I said we should get sleep, Jon. Not that you had to leave,” you pointed out.

Jon’s eyebrows shot up in surprise before his face relaxed into a smile, the first genuine one you’d seen all night, and he took your hand resting on his arm into his hand, helping you stand up too.

“Can I take a quick shower? I can’t imagine I smell that great,” he said, a little sheepish.

You couldn’t help but laugh, nudging his hip with yours.

“Yeah, go ahead, you know where everything is,” you nodded, smiling, “Join me in bed when you’re ready?”

He smiled back at you, nodding too, before he leant down to kiss you softly, sweetly, just long enough to make your heart start beating a little faster before he broke away. You watched him walk away to the bathroom before you laughed under your breath, starting to move yourself. Door locked, lights off, back under the duvet. You had no idea what things would be like in the morning, with Jon sober and probably regretting all the alcohol, but you could only hope that he took your words to heart. He was special, he had to know that. And maybe him coming here meant that he thought you were special too.

[ezrasarm]

More Than Friends

Pairing: Frankie Morales x demisexual!reader

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: Some angst, some fluff, discussions of sexuality

A/n: This isn’t my usual spiel and it wound up getting a whole lot angstier than intended but this fic means a lot to me and I would really appreciate it if you took the time to read it and let me know what you think because I am nErVoUs about posting it and in need of validation 😬😂

Just a wee disclaimer: Demisexuality is a pretty broad term and the way people experience it is all across the board so I’d like you to keep in mind that this draws heavily from my own experience with identifying this way (which I am very new to). If you would like to learn more about demisexuality there are some wonderful resources here at demisexuality.org and my inbox is always open if you’re curious.

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It was a complicated thing to explain to people who didn’t understand- who didn’t want to understand. “That’s how it is for everyone.” “You just haven’t found the right person yet.” “I can change that”. You’d gotten tired of being told the experience that was very much real to you didn’t exist, that your identity didn’t exist, of being labelled a prude or being told you were just nervous. Feeling that desire and choosing not to act was one thing but it was another thing entirely not being able to.

When you found yourself in a position where you had to explain yourself to him, you needed him of all people to understand that the way you felt had absolutely nothing to do with him. You had tried. You thought there was a chance you might get there with him but the longer you waited for that connection to form, for that feeling to come, the more you realized you were wasting both of your time.

You were terrified as you walked into the cafe to tell him that just like all the other people you had tried to broach this topic with before he wouldn’t believe you. He wouldn’t get it. He’d shrug it off and tell you that you didn’t know what you were talking about. That he’d get offended and take your lack of attraction to him personally. That he’d overreact. That he’d blame you for stringing him along. But you had to rip the bandaid off. He’s a reasonable person right? He won’t do that. You were just psyching yourself out. It would be fine.

Or not.

You were distraught by the time you were supposed to meet the boys at the bar that night. You hadn’t meant to hurt him. Why did he have to look at you that way? Why did he have to say it like that? “Right, I thought as much.” He had frowned down at his coffee. What was that even supposed to mean? Why couldn’t he have taken your word for it? Why couldn’t you have faked it till you made it? Why couldn’t you feel something? You questioned yourself as you got in the door, shuffling around in your purse for your phone before dialling Frankies number. You couldn’t do this tonight, you couldn’t run around pretending everything was fine when you had been lonely for so goddamn long and this fell through too.

You got his voice mail and hoped it wasn’t because he was already on the road. Of all the times for him to decide to be early, you hoped it wasn’t this one. “Hey, Frankie, it’s me. I hope you’re not already on your way here, I just- I’m not feeling up for tonight. I think I might be coming down with something and don’t want to get everyone sick.” You say when you get his voice mail, sniffing back your onslaught of tears before concluding the call with a “Anyway say hi to everyone for me and I’ll see you later.” before hanging up, your voice finally breaks into a sob when you drop your phone onto the couch and collapse into the cushions next to it with an aggravated and teary-eyed sigh.

As though by some cruel joke the universe had decided to play on you today it's hardly five minutes later when a knock sounds at your door and you just about have to suppress an exasperated laugh as you wipe the tears from your eyes with your shirt sleeve and go to get it.

“Hey, you ready to-” Frankie is cut off when his phone buzzes in his pocket and his brows furrow for a brief second when he goes to check it. “Oop, hang on I got a message.” He declares, “Hey look, it’s from you!” He says, throwing a wiggle of his eyebrows in your direction as you fold your arms in front of you and lean against the doorframe waiting for the penny to drop. It takes a second before you watch the grin slowly fall from his face and he finally takes in the puffiness around your eyes and the stray tear which had managed to escape your hurried attempts at wiping them away.

“You don’t look sick.” He notes solemnly after a brief pause and your gaze drops to your feet at the shame of being caught in a lie. Great, now he was looking at you all hurt too.

“That’s ‘cause I’m not.” You sniffle back, finding it even harder to withhold your emotions now that he’s standing right in front of you.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” He asked, trying to usher you inside despite the resistance you give him.

“Nothing really. You should go to the party. I’ll be fine.” You insist but he’s already managed to wiggle you both through the door and drag you back into the living room.

“And leave you here on your own? Not a chance!” He insists as he plops you down on the couch motioning for you to stay put with a warning hand gesture and glare as he dials into his phone. “Hey Pope, somethings come up, we won’t be able to make it tonight but be sure to give Will a punch in the arm from me and a ‘Happy birthday’ from (y/n) and we promise we’ll make up for it next week,” There’s a momentary pause before Frankie nods. “Yup, will do, Hermano. Bye,” he says as he hangs up shoving the phone back in his pocket before taking a seat next to you.

“Frankie, You shouldn’t have done that. I already told you I’m fine.” You sigh.

“And I already told you that I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.” He replies stubbornly, he’s clearly been hanging out with Santiago too much lately.

“You didn’t, but it’s good to know what I’m in for.” You huff out through a laugh that comes off a lot more bitter than you had hoped.

“I can’t help you unless you tell me what’s wrong, Hermosa,” He says, brushing his thumb up and down across the knuckles you hadn’t even realized he’d taken in his hand until now.

“This isn’t something you can fix Frankie! That’s exactly the problem!” You snap, tears threatening your waterline again.

“What is? What’s the problem?” He exclaims and you realize the situation you’ve placed yourself in for the second time today.

“I broke things off with Andrew today.” You say not expecting him to look quite as shocked as he did.

“Did something happen?” He asked. He could understand you being upset over a breakup but he had never seen you quite like this before.

“No, nothing happened he just- I couldn’t-” You cut yourself off trying to figure out how you can phrase this for it to make sense.

“I really liked him just not in the way he wanted me to.” You say, your gaze falling to where Frankie’s thumb had stopped rubbing circles on your knuckle as he tried to figure out what it was you were saying. “He was dropping some pretty heavy signs that he wanted to…” You sigh trying to decide if you really wanted to get into this with him. “I can’t feel sexually attracted to anyone unless I have a strong emotional connection with them first.” You say probably a bit too abruptly. With the way he’s looking at you now, this clearly wasn’t the direction he had expected this conversation to take and you’re already wondering if you’ve made a mistake by telling him. “And just because I have an emotional connection with them doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll ever get to that point with them.” There’s a beat before he responds and you’ve already braced yourself for the worst when instead-

“And you didn’t have that with him?” He asks. You feel your heart, which you hadn’t realized had been hammering in your chest, settle slightly. He was so understanding that for a second you thought he didn’t understand.

“I wanted to.” You say. “I thought maybe if I got to know him better it might develop- that I might be able to like him that way-” You shake your head hesitantly. “But it didn’t- I couldn’t.” You whispered, your head hung low in disappointment. “He didn’t take it very well.” You tried to say but you could already feel your throat tightening at the thought of the look on his face and the words echoing through your head. “I didn’t want to hurt him I just-“ More tears spilled down your cheeks and Frankie was quick to pull you into his chest, his fingers carding through your hair as you buried your face in his neck. “I didn’t want to be alone anymore and I thought-” A choked sob escapes you and Frankies grip on your waist grows just a little tighter.

“We don’t get to choose who we are and aren’t attracted to.” He whispers into the crown of your head, hating the look of shame he had seen on your face only moments ago. Hating the way you blamed yourself for something you clearly had no control over, hating that he didn’t know what to say. “I’m so sorry he didn’t understand.” He murmured with his lips still pressed to your hair line, his free hand smoothing up and down your arm gently, waiting for your breathing to even out.

There’s a long pause before he speaks again. He knows now probably isn’t the best time to ask this question but it won’t stop nagging at him and he doesn’t know when else he would ever have the courage to. “What about me?” He swallows heavily, after a while, not exactly sure what kind of answer he’s expecting. “Have you ever thought of me that way?” He pries and for a second you’re shocked that his mind even went there. Did he want you to think of him that way? Did he ever think of you that way?

You take a moment to mull over the question, your curiosity for where he was going with it managing to outweigh your fear of giving him an answer when your mind wanders back to the way your heart used to hammer in your chest when he walked into a room and how he was the only one who ever came to mind when you so much as considered the possibility of getting intimate with someone. “I’ve thought about you that way before, yeah.” You admit, lifting your head from his shoulder to look him in the eye.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” He asks, eyes softening as he wonders how many awful dates he could have saved you from if he had just known a little sooner that you thought of him as anything more than a friend.

“Because you were married when I realized it and by the time you weren’t I’d come to terms with it and I didn’t want to screw anything up between us.” You explain truthfully. The entire situation had been so complicated when it started that you wrote off the idea before you could even consider it fully and now he was asking you all these questions and you felt like a fool for not having seen it sooner.

“Do you still?...think of me that way?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“Would you want to try giving me a chance?” He asks, wearily. “We can take it as slow as you want, there’s no pressure-”

“I’d like that.”

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Can i request one, with Twelfth with you too ??? I'm thinking of something soft and angst too >.<

Thank you so much for the request! This probably turned out slightly angstier thn I was intending but I hope everyone enjoys!

Title: A Brighter Future

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You sat outside the café drinking in the warm sunshine and watching people walk by. You took a sip of you drink and sighed contentedly. It was moments like these that made everything worth it. You were finally at peace and enjoying the warm day where all you could do was relax and not care about anything.

“Excuse me but is this seat free? Everywhere else is taken.”

“Oh yes feel-“ you looked up and froze, “Free.”

The Doctor gave you a slightly sad smile as he sat down. You quickly looked away, not wanting to see the man you used to travel with. The two of you sat in increasingly awkward silence until the Doctor said,

“So, how have you been?”

“Fine. You?”

“Yeah, good. I’ve started teaching near here.”

“Really?”

“Have two new companions. Well, one. The other is more of a hindrance than anything else.”

“That’s nice. So you won’t be needing me.”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” the Doctor said, “I never wanted you to stop travelling with me.”

You looked over at him sharply.

“What about me?” you hissed, “What if I wanted to stop travelling with you? Aren’t I allowed to make that choice?”

Something flashed across the Doctor’s eyes but as quickly as you had saw it, it had gone. He leant closed to you and said quietly,

“You always have a choice. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“I miss you,” he sounded so fragile that you paused, “You had been with me through my previous regenerations. You know what it’s been like for me. I miss having someone who has known my past. I care for Bill and to some extent Nardole, but with you it’s different. It’s always been different.”

“I miss seeing the universe,” you said after taking a sip of your drink, “Seeing other planets, time periods, seeing what’s out there. But do you know what I don’t miss?”

“Tell me.”

“Running for our lives each and every time. Seeing people die and knowing that we can’t do anything about it because it’s a fixed point in time. After what happened to Clara-“

You broke off and swallowed thickly. You looked away again as you remembered what had happened to your friend. It still hurt to think about her and what could’ve happened to you. Travelling with the Doctor was dangerous, you knew that when you first stepped on board the TARDIS, but that drove the point home. The Doctor winced when you mentioned Clara.

“I never wanted that to happen.”

“I didn’t say you did,” you said, “But I needed space and time to heal.”

“Do you want to come back?” the Doctor asked, “To travel again?”

“Maybe at some point,” you said, “But if I did it wouldn’t be like before. Just the small occasional trip.”

The Doctor nodded. You could tell that he wasn’t happy with your answer but that it was truth. You deeply missed the Doctor, more than you would ever let on, but he needed to know how you were feeling however painful it might be. Suddenly the Doctor jumped to his feet with an energy that reminded you of his previous regeneration.

“You should meet Bill and Nardole,” he said, “See the university. You’d like it!”

“I’m not sure,” you said, “I just-“

“Just to meet them,” he pleaded, “Nothing more. We can have dinner. Nardole’s treat!”

“Well,” you smiled, “If he’s paying. But nothing in the TARDIS ok?”

“Promise.”

The Doctor held out his hand and you placed yours in his. The Doctor swiftly pulled you to your feet and led you hand in hand towards the university. You still needed time to heal but things were definitely looking slightly brighter.

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MysMarch2021: Heal

Notes: most likely au, intended to be set post-events of “The Future”, where the gang survives, Shiromori’s still gone and presumably they beat off ???. Everyone just sorta falls back into the pattern of being a quartet somehow but also are all dealing with a lot from the incident still. This is primarily a fluffy moment w Mystery and Vivi with some minor thoughts about angstier stuff. Unofficial title:

"Kitsune in a Cone of Shame"

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"Mystery, what do you think you're doing?"

He winced, ears flattening to his head so much they almost disappeared entirely into the crest of fur down his neck. Vivi's voice sounded stern. He was definitely in trouble.

"Mystery. Down."

Oh no, there was the Doghouse voice.

An unintentional whine sounded from his throat, and Mystery slowly, deliberately, removed his front paws from the sofa, trying to ease back into where he had them before - he couldn't see where he was putting them, but surely it couldn't be that har-

His left paw slid against nothing, pain flared up in his side, and with a startled yip he was on his way down to the carpeted floor below. He heard Vivi gasp, all traces of anger gone and replaced with an equal measure of distress, but she couldn't move fast enough for the short distance from the coffee table to the floor. Mystery's quick descent ended not with a muffled thud, but a humiliating clunk.

Vivi made a strangled noise, and once more Mystery's ears flattened, this time in annoyance than guilt. He knew that noise anywhere. That was her 'trying not to laugh' noise.

"Mys- Mystery? Are you... *hee!* are you ok?" She asked between poorly restrained snickers, and he let out a belligerent snort, nose mercifully suspended mere centimeters from the floor. At least, it would be merciful, were it not for the fact that he hadn't landed on his face due only to the damning plastic cone around his neck. Mystery sighed in annoyance.

"My side hurts, I have a flimsy plastic cone digging into my shoulderblades, and I do believe any dignity I once had, as a creature filled with more power and wisdom than the three of you combined, has been irrevocably shattered. But otherwise, yes, Vivi, I'm 'fine'," Mystery grumbled, paddling his front legs in a feeble attempt to either find the ground or scratch the menace ruining his honor off of his neck once and for all. Neither happened, and instead all that was achieved was a renewed fit of giggles from his owner as she watched her hapless former pet flail about like a flipped turtle.

"Ok, I- al-alright, just... Just hold still, I'll help you," she managed, still giggling as she got closer. Mystery cocked an eyebrow at her, although he couldn't see her through the opaque material surrounding his head.

"I'm surprised you're not calling Lewis and Arthur in to laugh at my misery, while you're at it," he groused.

"Oh I don't need to, rest assured I've immortalized this moment for all of us - and probably the Internet - to enjoy," she replied, the smirk on her face crystal clear in the tone of her voice. Mystery let out an indignant growl, even as he felt Vivi's cool hands gently positioning themselves around his waist where it was safe to touch. Curse modern cellphone technology. He barely even heard the shutter go off in all the fuss, but he probably shouldn't have been surprised.

"Besides, Lewis's a sap who cries whenever he sees an animal in distress, and I don't think Arthur will appreciate me interrupting his work for this, even if it is objectively the funniest thing on the planet,” Vivi continued, starting to reorient him off of the table. Mystery internally flinched at the mention of Arthur. That wasn't really the reason he wouldn't appreciate it, and they both knew it.

The gang had been doing their best to pull themselves together since what has come to be dubbed, the 'Murder Mystery' incident (Vivi applauded herself for the clever name at the time she suggested it; the boys gave her looks of what she elected to interpret as tired approval). A week and a half had passed by this point and, really, the entire group was still in their own various shambles - Mystery with his severe injuries, the loss of Shiromori, coming off of a malicious possession, and drained magic; Arthur with his destroyed prosthetic and reopened traumas and recalled memories, on top of brand new ones; Lewis as... well, Lewis, except. Not as the rest of them remembered him.

Vivi arguably came out with the most gain from the situation- being able to tap into her ancestral powers, regaining her memories of Lewis, or at least enough to not have her episodes anymore at the mention of him, and while she had been injured as well, it seemed to be healing up nicely, faster than Mystery's own - but he knew she was still putting on a cheerful face to be the glue that kept the gang together. She had to.

Arthur couldn't look at Mystery anymore, and barely left his room, while Lewis alternated between seemingly clingy and aloof with Vivi - most likely a mix of guilt and yearning, although the dog couldn't tell you what went on in the ghost's mind at this point. And Mystery... well, Mystery wasn't even allowed to jump up on the couch for fear of exacerbating his injuries.

Really, everyone stuck together because... that's just how they handled such crises in the past, more than anything. They didn't know what else to do.

In the face of that, Vivi - their headstrong, kind leader Vivi - had stepped up and done her best to make sure to keep things running as smoothly as possible. Even now, as Vivi gently guided Mystery carefully into a more comfortable position on the floor, being vigilant of his injuries while lifting and adjusting him - Mystery knew she was being especially considerate of him, even with her teasing and laughing at him. She almost never handled him so gently, and normally would have called the boys in without a thought regardless.

"Mystery? You doing ok there buddy?"

Mystery was shaken from his reflections as he noticed the worried tone returning to her voice, and he turned his head all the way to look at her, ears pricked.

"Oh, yes- yes, sorry Vivi. I got lost in thought. I'm alright, I don't think anything got too hurt," he said, hoping he anticipated her worries correctly. She snorted, clearly relieved, and gave him a scritch behind the ears.

"I'd hope not. That'd be really embarrassing even by our standards. What were you even trying to do with all that furniture climbing anyways?"

Mystery frowned, eyes darting away in embarrassment.

"Ah, well... I thought, if the problem with jumping up onto the sofa by myself was because a big jump could reopen my stitches, I thought smaller jumps would be safe to do." He was cut off by a squeak of laughter, and frowned more.

"Admittedly not my best moment. But I thought the coffee table would be an adequate stepstool, and I really miss being able to lay on my spot on the sofa on my own," he confessed.

"Aww, Mystery," Vivi sighed, rubbing his back, heeding his side as she did so.

"I know this sorta ruins that need for independence, but would it help if I gave you a lift up this time for your troubles?"

Mystery debated, before giving a tired smile.

"I would like that a lot."

Vivi nodded, getting up with a grunt before cautiously guiding his front paws onto the sofa. Then, once he was in position, she tucked her hands under his back feet, giving him enough lift to scrabble somewhat clumsily up without pulling too much. His short tail began wagging as he felt the comfortable cushioning beneath his paws, and he turned to face Vivi, beaming.

"Thank you, Vivi."

Vivi grinned back, about to speak, but Mystery continued.

"Not just for this, but for everything you've been doing for us all this time. I appreciate it a lot, I know we all do." Vivi's grin melted into a more mushy expression, eyes watery.

"Awww, Mystery that's so sw-"

She was cut off once more as, in an attempt to lick her cheek in thanks, Mystery instead bonked her in the face with the cone. Vivi grunted in surprise as she pulled back, rubbing her nose where the edge collided into her.

“Man, I'm starting to see why you hate your cone so much!” Vivi laughed, ruffling Mystery’s fur on his head as much as she could. Mystery huffed in indignation, leaning into the touch nonetheless.

“I fail to see why I even have it in the first place.”

“Sorry, bud - vet's orders! Wouldn't want you chewing on your injuries while they heal,” she smirked, lightly tugging on his ears to stroke and massage them. Mystery made a disgruntled noise in his throat as he eased himself into laying down.

“I know, I know… But it's not forever. You'll get better, and the cone will come off, and things will go back to normal, you'll see,” she intoned, leaning back against the sofa while she continued to absentmindedly pet him. He could hear the edge in her voice, and knew she was saying it for herself just as much as for him.

Unable to sooth her as he normally would, as previously proven, Mystery settled for wagging his tail in agreement, letting it lightly beat against the back of her head as he rested his chin on his paws. A laugh bubbled out of her, and he smiled.

It would heal.

They all would.

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on cerulean tides.

Anon requested on 201219: "Would you do an idol!Kim Namjoon one shot where the reader (non-idol) is best friends with the Maknaes and believes there's no way Namjoon would ever like her so she begins to avoid him whenever she hangs out with the Maknaes at the dorms/studio/dance practice to try to get over him and Joon picks up on it and thinks he did something wrong/is sad since he thinks he stands no chance with her until the Maknaes force them to realize they return each other's feelings? Thank you in advance!"

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x female reader

Genre: angst to fluff, idol!au, non-idol!reader, happy ending.

3.04k words

Warnings: heavy feelings of inferiority and insecurity, self-doubt, an incredibly brief mention of alcohol consumption, a dragged out metaphor about the sea.

With the ocean of uncertainty plaguing you, you've been avoiding the boy your heart yearns for, not knowing just how much your distance has been impacting him too. Alternatively, Namjoon is your beacon to guide you through the stormy feelings of self-doubt that you've been struggling with lately.

A/N: Thank you for your request! I probably made this much angstier than you intended, but I promise a fluffy ending awaits you. I hope it's okay! (I promise it’s not some pirate!au with a title like this lmao)

This one is dedicated to anyone who feels doubtful of themself. I wish that one day you will be able to see what an astonishing and beautiful being you are. All of us have insecurities about ourselves—big or small—but letting those criticisms consume you is unhealthy and prevents you from living your life to the fullest. Please reach out to talk to someone you trust if these feelings become overwhelming. Things will get better. Please take care of yourself!

•• You and Jimin laughed as you ran down the hallway, each of you with a bag of food in your arms. You could hear Taehyung and Jungkook scampering behind you, the former being noisy as he chased after you, Jungkook only had slightly more grace as he moved.

Being close with the maknae line of BTS had its perks. You could visit them in the studio if they called for you, you could have movie nights at their dorm on their off days, and above all, you could goof around to lift your spirits. You had boundaries; you knew when to leave them be during the busier periods of their schedules and how you couldn't post anything about them online. You didn't mind, though. Your friendship was more than enough.

You were a high school classmate of Jungkook's a few years back, although the two of you never spoke much during those first couple of years. It was only after his group's debut where the boy found himself in need of a tutor, and the school recommended a few to him. Yours was the only name on the list that Jungkook recognized, so it was an easy decision for him to make. Once you and your classmate graduated high school, Jungkook was no longer in need of a tutor, but he wanted to maintain your friendship as he didn't have many others he was close to in your graduating class. Slowly but surely, you also became friends with Taehyung and Jimin when visiting Jungkook over the years. Now, the four of you were practically inseparable. While the boys wouldn't tell you to your face, they all admired you because you never once treated them differently despite their status as idols, especially as their public popularity increased over time.

Jimin reached the vacant studio room before you, holding the door open to let you inside before shouting back at his friends, "You two better hurry up or else (Y/N)-ah and I will eat all the food!"

"Oh, I believe it!" Taehyung cupped his mouth as he yelled back, being pulled by the younger boy at his wrist.

Soon enough, Jungkook and Taehyung made it to the room before Jimin could lock them out. This whole ordeal began when Taehyung needed to use the bathroom after you all had entered the BigHit building. Jungkook went with him, leaving you and Jimin with the lunch he'd ordered.

"All that running from you guys worked up my appetite," you declared as you removed the assortment of containers from one of the bags.

"Well, all that chasing worked up mine," Taehyung countered, teasingly sneering at you and Jimin, the latter already breaking apart his disposable chopsticks.

The four of you began to devour your meal. The three boys were in the middle of a busy working day and invited you to join them for their lunch break. It wasn't an uncommon request; you'd see the trio at least once a week, sometimes more if their schedules cooperated.

Some playful banter with full mouths and filling tummies later, you were sitting back in your chair as you watched Jungkook finish the last of the japchae when someone knocked on the studio door.

After Jungkook managed a "Come in," with his cheeks full of noodles, it was Namjoon's head that poked through the doorway.

"I just want to remind you three that you'll be needed for our meeting in fifteen minutes," the group leader said, eyeing the now-emptied remnants of the lunch you enjoyed. "Hi, (Y/N)."

"Hi, Namjoon." You matched his monotonous tone, maintaining difficult eye contact as he shut the door behind him.

"Okay, whatever is going on between you two needs to stop," Jimin sighed out, visibly frustrated. "You used to get along so well with hyung, and now it's so awkward seeing you interact."

Taehyung sat up straighter, "I agree. You two have so much in common. It's sad to see you so distant now."

Jimin and Taehyung were right. You and Namjoon had to do a lot of scheduling together back when you were Jungkook's tutor, so he was the first one you'd gotten to know in the band, other than your former classmate. The two of you shared a similar mindset: you were both compassionate, responsible, and—arguably above all else—incredibly bad at sharing your feelings.

You wished you could determine the exact moment you began to develop feelings for Namjoon. Maybe it was something about his warm smile; maybe it was his cheery laugh. Or perhaps the way he so intently listened to what the others had to say and would consider ideas other than his own. You not once ever doubted his ability as a leader. You've known the boys since their debut, and even back then, you found Namjoon fit for his role; he's only become better at his job in the passing years.

Yet, something about him made you doubt your ability to be his equal. Part of you knew it was silly to begin avoiding Namjoon in the first place, but the other part of you couldn't bear to suffocate with those annoying butterflies swarming every time your gaze met his. Even from across a room, Namjoon had a powerful effect on you. Part of you wanted his impact on you to stop; part of you missed his closeness.

"Jungkook, you're being awfully quiet," Jimin exchanged a look with Taehyung, "Do you know something that we don't?"

Your head snapped up in Jungkook's direction, silently begging for the boy to deny their assumption.

The youngest hummed and grabbed a water bottle, twisting the cap off and taking a sip. He swished the water around in his mouth.

"Don't make me squish your cheeks to spit out that water, Jeon."

Jungkook swallowed. He glanced at you for confirmation, although instead, took in your tired appearance. He brought it upon himself to make your exhaustion stop.

"(Y/N)-ie likes Namjoon."

You sighed at hearing those words aloud. You couldn't even be mad at your friend; the only way he found out about your feelings was over some drinks one night where you were rambling about how pretty you thought Namjoon looked earlier that day. In hindsight, maybe it wasn't a good idea to tell your crush's bandmate that you liked him.

Jimin shifted in his seat, "Okay, and...? Don't tell me you thought we didn't already know, (Y/N)-ie."

"Yeah, it was obvious when you'd become flustered around hyung!" Taehyung added, "But after you began avoiding him I figured something had changed."

You fiddled with the cap of your water bottle. "Does he know?"

"Namjoon? No, there's no way. He's about as clueless as you are when it comes to crushes." Jimin pondered then continued, "Maybe we could talk to him about it-"

"Absolutely not."

"But why not (Y/N)? It's painful for us to watch the two of you interact lately; it must be worse for you guys."

"I don't want him to know."

"That's not a good reason-"

"It's good enough for me. Now please, can we just forget about it? Don't you guys have a meeting to get to?" You felt bad for shutting down their request. After all, they were only trying to help you.

The boys began to stand, collecting the bags and containers scattered on the floor. They were visibly defeated, but they respected your plead.

Jimin stood by you before turning to the door, "Okay, if that's what you wish, we won't tell him. I do think you should, though, (Y/N). Maybe the results will be in your favour."

•

You felt numb as you were on the bus heading back to your apartment. You tried to escape from your thoughts about the boy you were so fond of, yet your mind defeatedly wandered its way back to him no matter how hard you tried. It pained you to see Namjoon's behaviour shift with yours as you began to avoid him throughout the past month. You didn't realize how severe it had become until your friends pointed it out to you. You thought the distance you created would help alleviate the pounding sensation in your chest and clammy palms associated with Namjoon's presence. You never thought that one day you'd prefer your racing heart to the emptiness you feel now.

He's too good for me, you kept convincing yourself until it was all that you believed.

He couldn't love someone like me.

You have struggled with self-compassion throughout your life thus far. Feelings of gratitude coming in inconsistent waves like the unpredictable ocean tides. You were stormier lately—lost in the sea of doubt and floundering to find stability on shore again.

Namjoon used to be your lifeboat. He taught you that appreciating oneself is necessary to become genuinely happy. He even wrote lyrics about the phenomenon. He made it sound so simple, so achievable. Yet, the theory is typically easier than the practice. Wind and rain continued to pelt down at you, thrashing the waves beneath your surface and making it difficult to breathe.

You wanted to change your mentality; you wanted to be more confident. But constantly comparing yourself to others is equivalent to drowning in the murky ocean, the depths sucking you further and further below until not a trace of sunlight remains.

You made it back to your apartment safely in one piece. You were mentally exhausted and drained at all of your overthinking. You felt the need to cry out of frustration.

"Remember to breathe when you're feeling like this. Come on, just slow, deep breaths."

Namjoon's voice resounded in your head from a few months back when you overheard him calming Taehyung down in a neighbouring room.

You missed hearing his voice.

It was an unmistakable desire. You missed the way he'd look at you with utmost attention and care when you'd speak with him. You missed the way he'd give his thoughtful advice. You missed his smile, his laughter; you missed him. You longed to be back in Namjoon's presence. He always knew what to do or say to help calm the storm. He was a lighthouse beckoning you back safely to shore.

You were getting tired of avoiding him.

But you were also getting tired.

Padding your way to your bed, you slipped into comfy loungewear and got beneath your covers. You momentarily stared up at the ceiling before closing your eyes.

"Come on, just slow, deep breaths."

•

Your ringing phone was what awoke you. It could have been minutes or hours later; you weren't sure. You reluctantly pushed yourself out of your blanketed fortress and made your way to the kitchen counter where you left the device. It was still light outside, but you could see the sun beginning to approach the horizon line.

"Hello?" You said, cursing in your head for the way your groggy voice sounded.

"Hi, (Y/N). It's been a while. Could we talk?"

You froze, being doused by the icy sea.

"Um..." you hesitated. You were caught off guard in a place that was supposed to be your retreat, by a person who was supposed to be your oasis.

"Deep breaths."

"Yeah, I-I guess we could talk."

"Great. Would it be okay if I came to you? I'm almost done here in the studio, maybe another thirty minutes before I can head out."

You were nodding your head before you verbalized your agreement.

"Okay. I'll see you soon, (Y/N)."

"See you, Namjoon."

You hung up first and set your phone back onto the kitchen counter, your elbows following shortly after so you could place your face in your hands.

You knew this was coming; Namjoon was a responsible young adult. There was no way he could have missed your change in behaviour around him as much as you wished for otherwise.

•

Thirty minutes went by faster than you wished. The sharp knock on your door startled you as you were washing some dishes in the kitchen. Cleaning when stressed wasn't an unusual habit of yours.

You hesitated, grabbing a tea towel to dry your hands before treading carefully to the door.

"Deep breaths."

You removed the chain and carefully opened the door. You knew Namjoon was waiting for you on the other side, yet your breath still hitched as your eyes wandered upwards to meet his.

"Come in," you forced from your lips and stepped to the side to let your guest past.

Namjoon thanked you as he slipped his shoes off and made his way to your sofa, declining your offer of a drink.

You joined him shortly after, keeping him more than an arms-length away.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?"

"Deep breaths."

"Did Jimin mention anything to you?" You could tell your voice sounded weak, but you had other pressing concerns.

"Nothing elaborate. All I was told by him and Taehyung was that I should try talking to you. They didn't say why, but I think we both know."

You searched his face for any signs of dishonesty but found none. "Nothing's wrong-"

"Please," he pushed, "I'd like to think I know you well enough over the years. Something is wrong. I should have come here sooner. You know you can trust me." He even bared a small smile after his words.

It only made your heart plummet further into the depths: a watery grave with your name written on it.

"You're just..." you sighed out, already feeling tears prickling at your eyes. "You're really... just... good. I hope you know how good of a person you are, Namjoon. I don't know how else to explain it. You're a good person. No, that's an understatement. You're... it sometimes doesn't feel like you're real, you know? You're just so giving and considerate and so aware of others' wellbeing." You failed to hold back your emotions; a tear slid down your cheek. "You're good."

And proving your point, Namjoon slid closer to you on the couch so he could take your hand in his.

"Sometimes I feel so insignificant," you continued, "like I'm nobody special or that I'm not doing anything important or worthwhile; that I'm not enough. It's like I'm stuck on the bottom of the ocean. I'm not drowning, but I'm able to see the world passing by above me."

Namjoon said nothing for a moment and just absorbed your thoughts as he mindlessly brushed his thumb across the back of your hand. "There are times in everyone's' life where we all feel that way. You can only tread water for so long before you exhaust yourself and begin to sink. I've felt that way, too—stuck, insignificant. If I'm being blunt, part of my desire to change my mindset was because of you, (Y/N). When I first met you as Jungkook's tutor, you seemed so knowledgable, responsible; you had a good head on your shoulders. You were good. Part of you reminded me of myself, yet part of me also felt intimidated by you." Namjoon stopped momentarily to smile at your astonished face as you mouthed 'intimidated?'. "Yes, intimidated. I've admired you since day one. Then slowly, I realized that those feelings became more than just a simple admiration. But I held back saying anything because I didn't feel worthy of you. I let my own self-doubt get in the way."

"I'm the one not worthy of you, 'Joon."

"Please, love, nothing about that is true," the boy's voice became so tender as he brought his free hand to the side of your face. "One day, I'll show you just how incredible you are to me," he swiped his thumb to collect a stray tear, "but right now, I think you're more in need of a tissue and a hug."

A small, breathy laugh fell from your lips as you accepted the tissue Namjoon retrieved for you. After effectively wiping away your salty tears, you gladly situated yourself in his outstretched arms, being held in a tight embrace. The two of you remained like that until your breathing gradually calmed down, then you moved so you were lying against him with your back to his chest. His nose lightly nuzzled the top of your head.

"All of us have a bit of the ocean inside of us," Namjoon continued, delicately grazing his thumb around the curved corner of your eye, "it means you have the power to control the waves to some extent. The sea can be unpredictable, but so is life. It takes practice to learn to control your waves. I know you may not believe in yourself now, but please, (Y/N), believe me when I tell you that you're enough. You're more than enough."

•

Namjoon stayed with you for the rest of the evening to make sure your spirits were lifted even the slightest bit. The distance that grew between you was from a mutual error; you came to understand your similar sides to the story as you continued to talk. The whole ordeal made you realize that you're not alone in your insecurities. Even someone you suspected to be flawless had doubts of their own.

You were situated back in your bed after Namjoon had left minutes ago. He wished you a good night and pleasant dreams, topping off his adieu with a quick peck to your cheek. You relished in the feeling of your butterflies returning, no longer letting them suffocate you, instead, embracing them in their colourful magnificence.

You recalled what Namjoon said earlier to you:

"You know, what you said about the ocean, it can be beautiful too. Yes, it's scary when you're alone and trapped at the bottom beneath the waves in the dark, but the thing about the sea is that it's continuously moving and shifting. Like our lives, tides come in highs and lows and can change from day-to-day, hour-to-hour. It's unfair to assume we can always remain floating on the surface; when that happens, you can't go anywhere yourself. You need to be partially submerged to move and make choices.

Why don't we traverse this sea together? We can help guide each other until we've found our shore again."

Namjoon was your lighthouse; you were the moon guiding his tides.

••

[unhappybarnacle]

Before I start, let me just say that I do NOT want to make anyone change how they do things (in terms of making content, interacting with others, or simply viewing what’s in a piece of media), nor do I want to shame anyone for how they do things. I’m saying what I’m about to say partially because I’M afraid of being shamed for how I do things, and that people might want ME to change. Of course, this fear is probably misplaced, I doubt anyone is actually thinking so negatively of me, but paranoia often doesn’t care for logic, does it?

That’s a whole lot of blabber, but to finally get to the point, I’m gonna rant about the Bug Fables community for a bit. It’s long as shit and I feel I sound mean at parts. Sorry in advance.

So, I think I’ve made it clear that I prefer light-hearted Bug Fables stuff over darker or angstier stuff. I certainly can like darker stuff, I’ve written angst and intend to write more in the future, and there’s some pretty dark or sad fics that I got a kick out of. Even still, at the end of the day, I very much prefer the light-hearted stuff. If I haven’t made this clear as well, I’m also kind of more interested in specific characters and how they interact with specific other characters over the environments those characters are in, the nitty gritty of the setting and how it affects the characters. “But they’re very much linked!”, I imagine a lot of people would say, and I know that...but I also don’t care. Sorry. Here’s a way I feel I can illustrate this point: another sorta niche game I played on Switch that I really, really love is Valkyria Chronicles 4. That game has quite a lot of newspaper articles and whatnot detailing, like, what the countries involved in the game’s plot are doing and stuff like that and I just did not care enough to read any of it. I wanted to, but I never thought it was interesting enough. You know what I was stoked to read, though? The descriptions for all your units! Every time I got a notification ingame that one of the characters had some new info in their description I’d go look through and read it and often times it was some small detail but I loved hearing it because I loved the characters. “This country was in the middle of a war between two other countries, so it’s economy is garbage and a lot of people here are depressed”. Me: Oof, that’s unfortunate. “This character likes dogs and befriends people that own dogs.” Me: Fuck yeah, you get those dogs and dog owners!”

But, like...a whole lot of BF stuff that I’ve seen (and it seems a lot of the really popular stuff too) focuses heavily on the darker aspects of the game, and that’s not necessarily an issue. Some people also wanted a lot more worldbuilding, they wanted the lore and histories and connections that the environments have to be stronger, and that’s not necessarily an issue either. It honestly kind of bothers me, though, because it feels like it’s hard for some people to (and the entire rest of this sentence can be prefaced with “for lack of better words”) accept it being more light-hearted? What I mean, I think, is that people being so unhappy about the “worldbuilding” and how certain parts of the story were done (Mothiva and Zasp are in an abusive relationship, Vi’s home was also really very abusive, Elizant II really is just a shitty queen and person, things like that) just strkes me as weird. Like, I don’t care nearly as much about the intricacies of the game’s world, I just take a number of things said in-game at face value or viewed them fairly simply because I just like seeing characters having fun. I have fun with what the game shows and I guess that I care more about characters than seeing the stories of each faction and whatever fleshed out. The biggest missed opportunity of Bug Fables, for me, isn’t that the game didn’t go into how the society Vi lived in was actually really shitty or explain every last detail of how the Wasp Kingdom functioned: I just wished the Queens (aside from Elizant) got to do and say more, and I wish the relationship that the devs say Mothiva and Zasp have (and that I like to believe they have) got more of a showing. I wished that Hoaxe got to have more of a presence like the villains of the first three Paper Marios did (and I know the devs didn’t want to do intermissions like those games, but there had to have been other ways to make him show up more often, right? Maybe have him taunt you throughout Chapters 6 and 7?) I wanted to see more anything with Yin because she’s precious and wonderful and I think it’s a sin that such a cute character could be removed from the game and nothing of value to the story would be lost.

And funnily enough, it seems to me that a lot of the people that are really unhappy with Bug Fables’ worldbuilding and/or make a lot of edgy/ansty stuff with it are really into Hollow Knight as well which...eh. This next bit might be the meanest part of this whole rant, so I feel the need to apologize yet again, but why’s it seem like some people really want Bug Fables to be just like Hollow Knight, with it’s somewhat depressing atmosphere and apparently deeply thought out world? Why can’t one game have a lot of sad stuff but with some nice characters and a world with a very rich and deep backstory, and another have generally more happy stuff with a world that’s maybe not quite as well thought out but still makes enough sense and has fun enough characters that it’s still great in a different way? I really don’t want to throw around phrases like “taking it too seriously” and “overthinking it” because I’ll sound like a prick, but that’s just what I’m kind of feeling.   And yeah, I get that Leif’s backstory is sad. I love Leif’s backstory too. But still, I like Bug Fables because it’s got good characters and is a nice, lighthearted story. The angst potential, the lore books explaining parts of the world, those really are nice. But I don’t see the lore or sad/creepy parts as nearly important as a lot of people seem to. I’m mostly happy with the game’s lore as it is. All I want is more stuff with the various characters doing things, getting to see their personalities more. (And to go on a bit of a whiny tangent, that’s why a very, very, very small part of me is slightly disappointed by how much fanart focuses primarily on Team Snakemouth. I know they’re the main characters and are the most fleshed out, but it just feels weird to me both ingame and in fan creations it seems like a majority of the cast are shafted...I love Team Snakemouth, though, don’t get me wrong.)

Did I make sense with this? I feel like I didn’t, but I feel that way about pretty much every big analysis-like thing I type out so I don’t know. I probably generalized a lot here, and I haven’t even played Hollow Knight so what I said about that game and its fans probably is wrong in ways too. I’m sorry, please don’t be upset at me. I swear that I’m not mad at anyone nor do I intend to bother or shame anyone over how they interact with Bug Fables and it’s community. Really, I fear that this whole thing just sounded like “Grr, people like this thing differently from how I like it!”, but I have zero intention of going up to anyone and saying “this is too angsty, I disagree with how you view this plot detail, why are you fussing so much about the WoRlDBuiLdINg???” I would hate to have someone do something like that over my silly creations, I don’t want to do it to anyone over their serious creations.

Honestly, I’m not sure I want to change minds or whatever with this little rant. Just wanted to give my two cents, I suppose. If you read through all this, thank you, and I hope you aren’t upset and maybe understand how I feel? One last time, I don’t want to necessarily change anything. Just felt it’d be better to let my thoughts out.

[cheesy09]

Did I Find You? Kiro x MC Fanfic

This is my own variation on the events that take place in Chapter 19 of Kiro’s route. Or more like... my fantasies T_T.  Although I didn’t intend to, it came out a lot angstier than I expected so be prepared. Also, this is my first time writing fanfiction so I’m sorry if the characters end up being a little OOC. Don’t be shy to send your feedback. It would really help improve my writing.

Spoilers for Chapter 19 of the game and Kiro’s Stardust Date. If you haven’t read these two things yet than you probably won’t understand whats going on here. 

Tagging all my lovely Kiro/Helios lovers out there @kudoriee, @thatfanfictionchick, @truth-be-told-im-lying and @pickle-scribbles whose stories inspired me to start writing fanfiction. Thank you, you guys, for being so amazing! Even if I could never dream about writing smut.  

Anyway, without further ado, Enjoy!

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“Kiro!” I shouted, bursting through the door that opened onto the roof top.

He turned, a trace of shock flashing through his clear, pure eyes, but fading just as fast.

“Miss Chips, what are you doing here--woah!”

I didn’t give him a chance to finish, grabbing his hand and dragging him back inside, my heart racing with urgency. Images from my dream flashed through my mind. The endless white, the mist, and me-- groping around like a blind man seeking desperately for his long-lost light. If I hadn’t had that dream, would I have been able to find him? I shivered involuntarily at the thought. His palm that was usually so warm, was now a stone cold, which only caused my anxiety to rise. I tightened my grip on his long, slender fingers as I continued pulling him along to the elevator.

“O-ouch, Miss Chips! You’re hurting me!” Kiro winced slightly, but that didn’t make me loosen my grip. I was much too afraid to find out what would happen if I did.

Afraid that… if I loosened them, even a bit, he would slip right through my fingers and I’d lose him forever.

“Miss Chips, where are we going?” His irresistible voice sounded in my ear, finally making me turn to look at him. His perfect eyebrows were scrunched together in confusion, forming worried lines on his glistening brow. His gorgeous, deep blue eyes that I’d constantly find myself drowning in, reflected an unusual sense of melancholy for some reason. But I couldn’t bring myself to feel sorry for him this time.

“Home.” My voice sounded a lot harsher than I’d meant it to. In all the time that I had been with him, I’d rarely ever gotten mad at Kiro. He was the warmth and light of my life. The boy whose charming, unreserved laughter could light up a whole room. Whose smile was like a beacon in the dark. Sure, there were times where I’d find myself getting annoyed when he’d take his teasing a little too far, but Kiro never got me riled up enough for me to lash out at him.

Yet this time, the stunt he’d pulled managed to push my buttons to the max. Anger boiled in me like hot magma threatening to burst out. Savin’s anxious tone and the cold, electronic voice that had rung through my ears when I had dialed Kiro’s number this morning had thrown me into a panic like I’d never felt before. It had felt like I was on the verge of losing my mind. “How could you just run off on your own like that? Savin and everyone else have been look for you, you know?!”

The elevator doors opened and I stepped inside, pulling him along, my hand still clutching his own as if my very life depended on it. The elevator doors shut behind us.

I thought I wouldn’t get a reply, but after a few seconds his voice drifted through the air, carrying with it a grim heaviness I’d never heard from him before.

“I’ll explain things to Savin and the others later,” he said. “But before I do… can I ask you something?” Kiro didn’t wait for my answer and instead just tugged on my arm to make me face him. His seraphic face entered my vision, and all of my previous anger was instantly blown out of my system.

“…If I wasn’t Kiro the superstar anymore, would you still like me, Miss Chips? Would you still… think of me?”

My whole body froze as his words sunk in. This had been a question that he’d asked me countless of times… and every time, my answer was the same.

In a burst of annoyance, I brought my middle finger to his forehead and flicked it.

Kiro let out a cry of pain as he took a step back from me and rubbed the spot between his eyebrows. The wide-eyed shock and confusion with which he looked at me actually made me feel a little better about myself. Then, I caught his slightly red cheeks between my palms and brought him down to face me, pressing my forehead against his own like the way he’d do to me, those countless times in the past.

“I told you, it doesn’t matter who you are and what kind of life you have, you will always be ‘Kiro’ to me and I will always think of you,” I said firmly, hoping to brand my words and my feelings into his mind and heart.

“You...” 

I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the way his breath caught in his throat, or the way a spark of doubt flashed through his shimmering, azure eyes, but in a bold moment of impulsiveness, I lifted myself onto my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his own.

Kiro’s entire body went rigid as a tiny gasp escaped his lips, as if his mind couldn’t process what was happening at that very moment. But after a few seconds, I felt his body cave, his hands grabbing my hips and pinning me against the wall, pressing his whole body against me. One of my hands found purchase on the back of his neck while the other held on to the scarf wrapped around his neck, tugging him closer and closer, like I was trying to brand his body with my own.

His lips were as soft as I remembered them, but there was no tenderness or gentleness to this kiss. It was ravenous, desperate and stripped me of my ability to think straight. Our mouths moved against each other with an urgent need, like a dance of our own, in sync and in heat, drinking each other in.

When I felt the familiar warmth of his tongue brush against my own, I was taken back to that night of the concert, when he’d kissed me just like this and asked me to come look for him, if he ever got lost. At that time, I never really understood what he meant when he said ‘come look for me,’ but now I think I do.

Did I find you, Kiro? Was I able to bring you back?

As our lips continued to move against each other, Kiro brought up his right hand to brush against my flushed ears and I let out a soft moan into his mouth.

That seemed to bring him back to reality.

All of sudden, Kiro broke away from the kiss, his harsh, heated breaths mixing with my own. Our foreheads were still pressed together, noses brushing and chests heaving against each other. “Now do you understand?” I whispered, ghosting my lips over his, making him shiver. “No matter who you are, I will always like you.”

Kiro let out a light chuckle as he buried his face in my shoulders, his fluffy blonde hair tickling my neck. He didn’t say anything and neither did I. We were content on just holding each other, and perceiving each other’s existence through our shared body heat. But after a few minutes, Kiro’s soft voice cut through the silence.

“I’m sorry.”  

It was like a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured on me. Images flashed through my mind as I was overcome with a sense of déjà vu. I seemed to remember silver hair, a pair of gold eyes, these same familiar arms, this same broken voice, the same feelings of anguish and despair and the same sensation of tears running down my face.

Before I even had time to react, Kiro grabbed me by shoulders and pushed me back, staring at me with a determined look on his face.

Only this time, his eyes were a blazing gold.

“I command you—”

   When the elevator had finally reached the bottom, there was only one person who stepped out, while the other remained behind, the doors sliding shut on the vision of his bitter smile.

I walked out of the building in a daze, the commotion of the traffic loud in my ears. Static seemed to blanket the other parts of my memory, only one thing coming through clearly.

I hailed a taxi and told the driver the only thing that was on my mind.

“Driver, I want to go home.”

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Thank you so much for reading. If you’re interested in checking out my other works, you’ll find them in my Masterlist

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Keep it a Secret - Part Three - Kristie Mewis x Reader

Sam makes it up to the couple for her reaction. 

Note: This somehow became a little angstier and longer than I intended, but not a terrible ending. I think.

Y/N spent the day attached to Christen and Tobin, she hardly looked at Kristie even. After Sam had approached the couple at breakfast and Y/N had left the siblings to talk, she made her way to Christens table. Y/N quietly sat in the open chair next to her, Christen gave her soft smile and began rubbing her back. Christen shot harsh looks at everyone else at the table when anyone attempted to speak to the younger woman.

Tobin gently set a plate of food in front of Y/N, squeezing her shoulder before sitting in the chair on the other side. Christen gave Tobin a smile in thanks when Y/N didn’t even look up from the table.

“You’ve got to eat Y/N,” Christen leaned over and whispered into sister’s ear.

Y/N just nodded, taking a small bite, the just began to push food around the plate.

Christens hand stilled and glared at Sam when the sisters approached the table. Sam froze in place; Kristie took one more step forward before also pausing when Christen shifted her gaze towards her and shook her head. Kristie stared at Y/N trying to decide what to do, she knew Y/N still wasn’t ok, but she thought she would at least still allowed to be near her. Christens gaze soften when she saw how worried Kristie.

Kristie shuffled a couple more steps forward, eyes not leaving Y/N. Her heart broke when she saw how defeated Y/N looked when she finally looked up. Sam took a couple more steps forward, looking back and forth between her sister and Y/N.

Christen stood up as Sam got closer, her glare returning, “go away Sam.”

“I just wanted to talk to Y/N,” Sam started softly, shoulders slumped, looking over Christens shoulder to the younger woman.

Christen took a firm step toward the midfielder, Kristie reached out a tugged-on Sam’s elbow, “not now Sammy.” Kristie could see how intently focused Y/N was on her plate, glancing around the room, she could see how most of the team was watching, that Tobin was half out of the chair ready to back up her own girlfriend.

Sam looked around the room now too, noticing the tension in the room, nodded, “I’m sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have said what I said to you yesterday.” She opened and closed her mouth like she was going to say more before realizing it was not the time, then turning and walking to her own table. Kristie remained where she was, watching Y/N push food around on her plate.

Kristie was startled out of watching Y/N when Christen placed a gentle hand on her forearm, “Tobs and I have her, she’ll come to you when she settles a little bit.” With one more look her girlfriend, Kristie nodded and went to sit with her friends.

Christen and Tobin kept Y/N close to them as much as they could. Y/N let them hover, not interested in any extra attention from the team.

During practice that morning, Kristie lingered at a distance, keeping her eyes on Y/N as much as she could. Christen keeping everyone away with a sharp look, eyes only softening when she would make eye contact with Kristie, letting her know Y/N was doing alright.

After practice, they were all spread out across the field, following one of the trainers leading a group stretch. Y/N and Christen at the far end of the group, neither saying anything, Y/N just going through the motions.  Kristie slowly made her way to the pair, sitting next to Y/N without saying anything.

Y/N bit her lip and shyly glanced at her girlfriend, Kristie giving her large one in return. Y/N placed both hands on the grass next to her hips and shuffled herself closed to Kristie, just slightly. Kristie waited to see how close Y/N would come. When she stopped, Kristie closed the distance, shuffling herself along the grass as well, getting as close as she could, but still leaving enough distance that they could continue to stretch.

They sat in silence for a couple more minutes, both following along and stretching. Once the trainer finished, Kristie shot an arm out, poking a finger into Y/N’s side, pulling a yelp and smile from her girlfriend. When Y/N didn’t pull away or look irritate, Kristie went in again. This time, pinching the girls side, then spreading her fingers out and digging them into the muscles of her obliques. Y/N flinched, trying to contain her giggle, but Kristie knew what she was doing, she knew every inch of that body and what reactions she would get and from where. Diving in again, Kristie relentlessly began to tickle her girlfriend, bringing her other hand to other side.

Y/N was now sprawled on her back, giggling uncontrollably, unsuccessfully swatting at Kristie’s hands. Kristie grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them in the grass above Y/N’s head.

“Hey hot stuff,” Kristie said lowly, staring down at Y/N, keeping her arms extended, “I love you,” her eyes glanced briefly to Y/N’s lips before making eye contact. She really wanted to lean to close the distance and kiss her but knew this was not the place.

“Hey,” Y/N whispered back, her voice shy.

Kristie let go of one wrist, tapping Y/N’s nose, “let’s get you some lunch; you didn’t eat enough at breakfast,” her hand drifted down patting Y/N’s belly. She pushed herself up, tugging Y/N up with her, pulling her into her side. Y/N tensed, looking around the field, when she made eye contact with Sam, she pulled herself out of Kristie’s grasp.

“Y/N,” Kristie trailed off, watching as Y/N jogged away.

“I’m sorry Kris,” Sam started when she got close to her sister, “I want fix it, but she won’t let me get close enough to talk to her.”

“Yea, me too,” Kristie sounded defeated, eyes still following Y/N as she climbed onto the bus without even taking her cleats off in attempt to avoid anyone else.

“What can I do?” Sam questioned softly, also watching Y/N dodge several players in her escape.

“I don’t know Sammy, she’s pretty hurt right now. You’re probably better just leaving her be for now,” the older Mewis shook her head, shoulders slumped forward.

“Let me help Kris, I did this, I want to fix this,” Sam tried again, pleading with her sister.

“I really don’t know what you can do Sammy, I don’t even know what to do. I thought we were good last night, but today she won’t even look at me. She won’t leave Christens side, and she hardly even talks to her either.”

The sisters made their way to the bench, gathering their things to leave. Sam didn’t know what to say, she wanted to fix this. As they got on the bus, they saw Y/N already seated with her headphones in staring out the window. Christen seated next to her, looked sadly at Kristie.

“Put pants on and open the door!” Rose knocked loudly on the door that afternoon after lunch.

Kristie opened the door and flopped back on the bed she had been on before. The group of young players entering the room.

“Where’s Y/N?” Sonnett asked, dropped on top of Kristie, the blonde midfielder grunting at the contact.

“in Christen and Tobins room, said she would meet me on the bus when we go for our lift,” Kristie pushed the defender off of her.

“Can you get her to come back to the room after training?” Sam asked timidly, lingering near the door.

“Uhh yea, probably, I think. Why?” Kristie tilted her head to the side, confused.

“I already got it cleared with the staff. You guys are cleared to leave the hotel for night; I thought maybe you guys could use a break from the team. I found a science night thing at the science center here; you get do an experiment or something. I know Y/N is into that kind of stuff,” Sam nervously started, fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt. Kristie sat up on the bed, watching her sister. “And, umm, it’s close to some open market where they have a bunch of food trucks. I know it’s not romantic or anything special, but I just wanted to fix this.”

Sam looked up. Her eyes sad but determined to show Kristie how sorry she was causing the insecurity in her sisters girlfriend.

“Sam, that’s, I,” Kristie paused, she couldn’t believe her sister set up a date for them, “Y/N will love that Sammy, she loves science.”

Sam nodded, still hesitant, smiling slightly when she heard that Y/N would like the idea.

“I know it doesn’t really make up for what I said, and I totally get why she won’t talk to me, but uh, this will have to do until she will.”

After training, Y/N dragged her feet towards Christens room. Hood up, still attempting to shut everyone out. When Kristie saw where her girlfriend was going, she grabbed part of the sleeve, tugging her back towards her.

Unprepared for the tug, Y/N stumbled backwards into Kristie.

“Look at you, still falling for me a year later,” Kristie smirked, wrapping her arms around Y/N, using the momentum to dip her and place a kiss on her lips before pulling her up.

Y/N blushed, fighting the large grin threatening to take over her face. Keeping her arms around Y/N, Kristie pulled her towards their room. She pushed Y/N against the door, pinning her there with the weight of her body while she used the key card to open the door.

Kristie opened the door by pushing more of her weight into Y/N, backing her into the room. She dipped her head down, kissing Y/N’s neck. Kicking the door shut with her she continued to walk Y/N into the bathroom, working her lips towards Y/N’s ear, “get in the shower gorgeous, I have a surprise for you after.”

With that, Kristie pushed Y/N fully into the bathroom, stepping out herself and closing the door.

She rushed to pull out clothes for Y/N to wear, leaving a note on top for the girl put them on. Kristie then made her way to Sams room to quickly get ready herself.

Walking back into her room half an hour later, Kristie saw Y/N already dressed and sitting on the bed.

“Is the surprise that you can actually get ready to go this quick?” Y/N sassed when she saw her girlfriend.

Kristie scowled, walked over and pinched Y/N’s side, “HA-HA, this is just for a special occasion,” she slid both hands to Y/N’s cheeks kissing her briefly, glad Y/N was coming out of slump a little bit. “Let’s go hot stuff,” she grabbed both Y/N’s hands and tugged her up.

“Where we going, Kris?” Y/N trailed behind, keeping one hand in Kristie’s.

“Told you, it’s a surprise,” Kristie threw a quick wink over her shoulder.

Y/N scowled at her, she hated surprises, but she trusted Kristie so followed along without complaint.

Her eyes lit up when Kristie pulled into the parking lot of the science center.

“They do adult nights here where we can do experiments or something, Sam registered us this afternoon, and there is an open market in the park a little way away that we can do dinner,” Kristie explained, reaching over to squeeze her thigh.

“Sam organized this for us?” Y/N’s eyebrows shot up, surprise evident in her tone.

Kristie put the car in park and shifted to look at Y/N, “she did, she knows what she said was messed up and she feels really bad, so she was hoping this would help make up for it.”

Y/N’s eyebrows creased and bit her lip, “oh,” she looked back towards the building, “I’m not mad at Sam, she doesn’t need to feel bad or, uh, make up for it,” Y/N vaguely motioned to the building.

“No, she definitely has to make up for it,” Kristie said adamantly, squeezing Y/N’s thigh again to draw her attention back, “what she was said was fucked up and not ok and you can be mad at her. You should be mad, I’m still pissed. I hate that she made you feel bad or like you weren’t good enough for me.”

“Kristie, I’m not mad, she’s right and just said what everyone else was thinking. Sonnett even said it the night before.”

“No, not at all. Sonnett was kidding and I don’t know where Sam got it from. She knows how good a person you are and she sees how happy I’ve been this last year and knows it’s because of you,” Kristie told her firmly, bringing a hand to the back of Y/N’s neck, forcing her to turn it and make eye contact.

“I love you Kristie,” Y/N whispered, leaning in to kiss her.

“I love you too Y/N,” Kristie mumbled against her lips, “now, let’s go science.”

Kristie kissed her one more time before beginning to get out of the car.

The impromptu date night went great; Y/N had a smile on her face the whole night, which in turn gave Kristie a smile too. Sam didn’t know it, but she had unintentionally planned the perfect date night for the couple. Y/N had studied chemistry in university and loved any opportunity to use her skills.

Kristie laughed all night, trying to supress it when Y/N mumbled the answers the questions the instructor would ask, failing miserably when Y/N would correct them too. She had photos of the girl blushing after being chastised by the instructor when Y/N had modified their experiment to cause a bigger reaction than they were supposed to. Kristie had another of Y/N leaning to the table next to them, teaching them how to make theirs bigger too. Y/N just shrugged and feigned innocence when the instructor looked over at them again.

The couple made their way through the hotel hallway to their room, Y/N happily snuggled into Kristie’s side.  They paused when they saw Sam sitting outside the door.

Y/N stepped forward, reaching a handout to help pull Sam up.

“I, uhh, just wanted to see how the date went,” Sam explained hesitantly.

“It was incredible Sammy! We had so much fun,” Kristie’s smile was huge, causing Sam’s to grow as well.

Y/N stepped past and opened the door, motioning for Sam to follow them inside.

“Thank you for tonight Sam, it was such a cool thing to be able to do,” Y/N still had a smile on her face, it reached all the way to her eyes.

“Yea? You liked it?”

“Y/N/N is a huge science nerd, it was perfect,” Kristie teased, patting Y/N’s chest. Y/N blushed and nodded.

Sam lit up hearing that, “Good! I’m so happy you guys had a good night, I really needed to make up for how I reacted the other day. You are good enough for Kristie, Y/N, and you obviously make her happy. I’ve never seen Kristie this happy.”

“it’s fine Sam, I understand.”

“Ok, uhh, good,” Sam awkwardly stood by the door.

“Sam?” Kristie called her.

“Yea?”

“Leave, I really want to make out with my girlfriend after our awesome date.”

“Yupp, leaving now,” Sam quickly turned around, opening the door before turning back around, “we’re good?”

“We’re good,” Y/N nodded with a smile.