#a wall of pride and something he has had to build because he's so expectant to be hurt again..? IM FINEE

[caesium-55]

—everything is orange. [ iv ]

pairing: lando norris x kpop idol! reader

summary: a racecar driver who needed a fake girlfriend to dispel rumors and a kpop idol who needed publicity for her song. somewhere in between orange cars and orange sunsets, stands something they're afraid of naming.

note: omg im so sorry for not being online lately. i got a writing part time job now so... i may not be as active as before. hope yall are having a great day! not edited. not beta read.

masterlist.

Everything inside your studio is gray. The walls, the couch, the floor, the instruments. It's the kind of room that will make a sad beige mom over the moon.

But when you open the door and the sight of one Lando Norris greets you, looking devilishly handsome in his dark blue button up shirt and black pants and Nike sneakers with his curls concealed underneath his dark blue bucket hat, the studio suddenly doesn't feel as gray as it usually is.

“Lando?” Your brows rise towards your hairline. Truthfully, he’s one of the last people you expected to see inside HAN Ent’s building, much less outside your studio.

“Hi,” he smiles charmingly at the shock in your voice, showing all teeth and smile lines. “Do you mind if I come in?”

You stammer, still not over your shock, “S-Sure.”

You step aside to grant him space and allow him to enter your magic shop. Lando’s eyes curiously roam around the studio and you close the door behind him, nudging the houseplant further to the wall using your foot to avoid getting tripped on it in the future.

“Take a seat. Please,” you invite, gesturing towards the couch. Lando takes the invitation and sits down. He looks too big on the couch, you note. He has long legs and an athletic build. Perhaps, it’s time to buy a bigger one.

“Nice place,” he compliments.

You want to snort out loud but refrain yourself from doing so.

Lando is saying things out of politeness.

Your studio is shit.

You know that.

It used to be a stock room that was converted into a studio when Yoon PD-nim offered you that deal, that's why the room is graciously small. They soundproofed the walls, painted everything gray, shoved in a few pieces of recording equipment and called it a day.

It's still quite nice of Lando to compliment the place though. You might hate this place but this is your wizard’s tower, your witch’s hut, your magic shop, and you feel pride swell in your chest when someone thinks your little corner is cool, even if you think he’s lying.

“Thanks,” you say sincerely. “How did you know I was…”

“I asked Jinnie,” he says simply.

“Ah,” your tone falls flat.

A moment's pause.

“So this is where you’ve been working?”

You nod. Suddenly, you feel conscious.

Your studio isn't really in the best state right now. When you work in a creative fever, you tend to make a mess. Being messy enhances your creativity. The sprawled papers with lyrics, the empty styro cups of coffee lying around, numerous pens and pencils (you don't even know why you feel the need to bring a lot of them) and rubber erasers, and your snacks. There's a mountain of crumpled paper in your trash can.

“Sorry, the place isn't really….” you trail off, making vague gestures with your hand. “I didn't know you were coming.”

“It's okay,” he chuckles. “I called, you know. And texted. You didn’t return any of it.”

“Oh, my phone’s charging,” you say, beginning to feel bad that you accidentally ignored him. “And my notifs are silent.”

“That explains it.”

“Shouldn't you be resting?” you asked. “You have a flight tomorrow.”

It's currently the 19th. Lando is set to leave for Japan on the 20th. His team wants him in Suzuka by September 20 and not later than that. They already had a field day when Lando announced that he's flying with you. At first, he wanted it to be just you and him. His team wouldn't let him because he can be a PR nightmare if given enough freedom so they let his manager, Kyla, tag along.

You’ve mistaken Kyla as a member of the PR team. Turns out she’s his manager.

“Is it a sin to want to spend a few hours with my girlfriend before I go?” he flutters his eyes innocently. You snorted.

“Fake but okay.”

“I’m being sincere here, girlfriend,” he pushes his lips into a pout. “Did you eat already?”

“No,” you answer.

“Should we grab something together?”

“Should we?” you humor his suggestion. It's been a few hours since you’ve eaten. You’ve skipped both breakfast and lunch.

“I think I can call a restaurant and make a reservation.”

“It's near midnight,” you point out, glancing down at the Rolex decorating his wrist. Isn't he aware of how late it is?

“So?”

“Restaurants are closed by now,” you state.

Lando shrugs.

“I can make the effort of finding those seafood pasta you like.”

Your brows furrow.

“What do you mean like? I never said I like those.”

“But I thought…” Lando blinks. “I’ve read it somewhere…”

“Huh?”

“You're from Jeju, right? You grew up eating seafood so you like seafood and you once said you have a palate for Italian food. I tried…liking the pasta with seafood. I hated it but I ate it anyway.”

Your jaw hangs open at the revelation.

This is single-handedly the sweetest thing someone has ever done to you.

You don't know whether to be touched about the sincerity or to cry because of his idiocy. You can definitely do both but you refuse to do both. You have an image to maintain.

“Didn't I tell you that the company manipulated my public information?” you ask incredulously. “Yes, I was from Jeju but I didn’t eat seafood much. I have a mild allergy—”

“In seafood?” you see his eyes widen into saucers. Oops, you shouldn't have said that. “Wait, you had an allergy attack, didn't you? On those lunch dates we had? Why didn't you tell me so early on?”

“I thought you liked it!” your voice raises slightly, panicked. You're caught. He isn't supposed to know about this.

“I didn't?! I loathe seafood but I ate a few bites because I thought you liked it!”

You blink at him. That is the sweetest while simultaneously the most stupid thing someone has ever done for you. You drag a hand across your face, a groan escaping your mouth and yet you’re smiling. You shake your head at him.

Points for Lando Norris for making you capable of feeling frustrated and another feeling you cannot name.

“We’re idiots.”

There is a stretch of silence before Lando speaks up.

“What do you want to eat? And please tell me the real one.”

You began listing the first three things that appeared inside your brain, “I like…. ramyeon, natto, and tteokbokki.”

You have a palate for convenience store food. Food that you can find in busy night markets. Food that is sold by street vendors. The kind of food that tastes like absolute shit if cold but tastes like home if microwaved into the right amount of temperature. If you venture in your imagination hard enough, you can taste your mother’s cooking after a few bites. But you don't tell Lando that.

“We can eat that.”

You raise a brow.

“The ramen, the chicken, and the tteokdokdok.”

“Tteokbokki,” you correct him gently.

“Tteoktokki,” he repeats.

“Tteok.”

“Tteok.”

“Bokki.”

“Bokki.”

“Tteokbokki.”

“Tteokdokki.”

You shake your head, “Tteok-Bo-Kki.”

“Tteok-Bo-Kki.”

You snap your fingers, nodding in approval, “Better.”

“I literally said the same thing.”

“You didn't.”

“Where will we eat this tteokbokki?” He says the tteokbokki slowly, careful with his pronunciation.

“There are night markets nearby,” you tell him. “It’s crowded though. I know a good convenience store that’s a good drive away. It’s usually empty. Do you go to convenience stores?”

You suddenly feel stupid for asking.

Do multi-millionaires like Lando Norris go to convenience stores? It’ll make much more sense if he books restaurants or employs a private chef to cook for him at home. Do they even have a palate for instant food? What do rich people snack on? You don't know. You're not rich. Even after becoming famous, you’re still not rich enough to live the life of luxury.

This just highlights the difference of the worlds you and Lando live in.

“I do. Just not frequently,” he shrugs. “We can go to the convenience store if you want. I don't mind.”

“No, it’s fine. We can eat anywhere you want. Jinnie might have a few hotel restaurants in mind.”

“But do you want to eat in hotel restaurants?”

His question makes you pause and Lando immediately takes your hesitation as a no.

“We can eat anything you want to eat. This is your place anyway. Show me around.”

You bite your lower lip as you contemplate. Should you or should you not? That is the question.

When your eyes drag themselves back to Lando’s face, you see that he’s already looking at you intently as he awaits your answer patiently. You want to shrink back at the intensity of his gaze.

“Well then, do you want to go on a convenience store date with me, boyfriend?”

Despite the hesitation he’s displayed earlier, Lando grins at your offer.

You take Lando to your favorite place in all of South Korea. Google Maps says it's a three hour drive away. You arrive there in two hours and a half.

Maybe it's a sign to change careers.

You used your Jeep Wrangler. Lando offered to drive but you shook your head and hopped on the driver’s seat, him taking the passenger seat.

You won't allow anyone to drive your car. It's a rule of yours.

The last time you allowed someone to drive your car, your Hyundai jumped over a sewage canal. Lando might be a professional race car driver and that alone spoke multitudes of his driving skills, but you're so traumatized with the incident with your Hyundai that you physically can't allow anyone, professional driver or not, to handle the steering wheel of any other cars you own.

Cars are expensive. You can't buy another car. You’ll bawl when you see the money departing your bank account.

You palm the steering-wheel with your right hand. Your left hand lays flat on the back of the passenger seat, behind Lando’s head. Your upper body is rotated towards the back, full focus activated as you reverse the car in expert ease. Lando is observing you, you can tell. You can feel his eyes burning holes in your side profile.

“You okay?” You ask Lando. The man has gone uncharacteristically silent when you’ve started reversing the car. You hear Lando let out a breath. Almost shakily. You cannot tell for sure.

“Yeah,” his voice breaks like a boy undergoing puberty and you have to thin your lips into a line to prevent yourself from laughing. “Nice parking skills.”

“Thanks,” you say nonchalantly. “You sure you're okay though?”

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he rubs his throat. “I think the seatbelt’s a little too tight.”

Once the car’s perfectly parked, you kill the engine and exit the car. Lando follows suit.

“I don't know why you have to drive for almost three hours just to visit this place,” Lando gestures to the surroundings. “There's nothing here.”

“Exactly,” you say. “Come on, boyfriend.”

You pat his shoulder and lead the way. A bell chimes loudly as you push the door open. You step inside, the British racer only a few steps behind you. You tug down your mask.

“What's this place?” Lando questions.

“24-hour convenience store,” you answer. “But no staff.”

“No staff?” he asks. “So self service?”

“Ah yes, that’s the word. Self service,” You say. “Quite nice, right? We have complete privacy and good food. Two best things in the world.”

“Careful. Your introvert is showing.”

You snort, “First time coming to a place like this?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “No staff? Does nobody attempt to steal things?”

You shrug, “Probably not. Ramen is not worth going to jail for.”

“This shop will make a million dollar loss in an hour if it's in another country,” Lando says, his nose wrinkling. “Like in the UK or US or something.”

You beckon Lando to follow you through the aisles, “This way.”

“You even memorize the places of things,” he comments. “You come here often?”

You hum a yes. You stop in front of the freezer and open it, pulling out two plastic cups.

Lando’s forehead creases, “Just ice?”

“This is an ice cup,” you explain.

“Are we going to wait for the ice to melt before drinking it or….”

You stare at him incredulously before promptly bursting out in laughter.

“What's funny?” he asks, genuinely confused.

“Nothing, sorry,” you clear your throat. You don't know why you find that funny. Your humor is broken. “They sell pouches of juice or coffee and you pour it into the cup.”

Lando’s head tilts. He looks like a confused baby owl.

“Here, I’ll show you,” you walk up to a nearby shelf and grab a Kuromi pouch. It's peach-flavored. “This. You pour it here.”

You gesture to the ice cup. Lando’s mouth forms a circle in realization.

“Cool.”

“There are a lot of flavors,” you add, gesturing to the shelf. “Peach, apple, mango, strawberry, orange…”

You read out the flavors for Lando because you know he can't read Hangul. Lando wordlessly picks a grapefruit-flavored pouch. You nod.

“Good choice. Oh wait, we forgot to get a basket. Can you?”

Lando nods and leaves. When he comes back, now with a yellow basket, the two of you continue to browse down the entire store. You explain each of the food. He said no to most of them. Lando is a picky eater, you learn.

The two of you fill the basket near to the brim. You pay for each item, even though Lando insisted that he do it, and you occupy the table that faces that floor-to-ceiling glass window, overlooking the darkness of the night outside.

“Here,” you hand him a plastic fork. Lando accepts it, his brows furrowed. “You were struggling with the chopsticks.”

A shy smile makes its way to his face, “Sorry.”

You wave your hand as if to say it's no problem and plop down on the chair beside him. Lando digs in with his Buldak Samyang carbonara while you stir your Yoppoki Tteokbokki with yours before taking your first bite. You immediately let out a moan of pleasure.

“Is it delicious?” he asked.

“Very.”

You eat until your cheeks fill, chewing slowly.

“Oh wait, you should post something.”

“Now?”

“You took pictures of me earlier, right?” you know he did. He tried to be slick about it but you’d know if someone is taking a picture of you. “Put it on your story.”

“And delete it?”

“No. The world already knows we're dating anyway. Well, fake dating.”

Lando pulls out his phone and shows you the pictures in his gallery. There are aare a total of four pictures. Three are blurry. The other one is blocked by his finger.

“That one is good.”

“What do you mean good? It's blurry.”

“Blurry is an aesthetic.”

Lando shakes his head but opens his Instagram and begins to edit the photo you’ve chosen, “Help me with the caption?”

“I’m not good with them.”

“Me neither.”

“Your first caption was pretty good.”

“You think so?” he sounds hopeful.

You shrug your shoulders.

“Just say something like ‘her’ then put a period.”

That's the limit of your creative powers for the day.

Lando nods and begins typing. He’s typing quite long for a word with three letters and a single punctuation mark. He shows you the caption.

Your brows furrow.

He laughs, “I’m funny.”

“You’re really not,” you shake your head. “Put it in your drafts.”

“So I’m not posting it now?”

“You post it after we leave the place,” you say. “So we’ll be gone by the time the fans see it and decide they’ll come here.”

“That's very smart.”

“That's not being smart. That’s just common sense,” you state flatly.

“You know, I always thought you'd be a cold person.”

You raise a brow, not entirely sure if you're understanding him correctly. Cold is an adjective. It's used to describe temperature. You're uncertain if it can be applied to use as an adjective to describe a person.

Lando must have sensed your confusion that he adds, “Ice queen.”

Oh.

Yeah.

Okay. You understand it now.

“You used to look so cold and cool,” Lando says. “Ice queen. But also an IDGAF attitude. Very intimidating.”

You have no idea what IDGAF means but you nod your head and act like you understand him anyway. You make a mental note to search it up on the internet later.

“But you’re not.”

“I’m not,” you echo.

“You’re actually pretty sweet,” he adds.

“I’m trying to be kind.”

“You don't have to try. You already are.”

“The companies make us act sometimes.”

“What?”

“Like, before debut,” you begin. “There are companies that assign certain images to their idols. They give them parts to play like directors do to actors in movies. Like, oh, you look like this kind of person so you have to act like this kind of person. They take a look at your visuals and decide what role you’ll have. They took one look at my face and told me that I have to be a strict and serious person who is scary and cold and unbothered. I didn't want to do it because I tend to smile really easily before and I just wanted to have a lot of friends, you know?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“When you’re intimidating, you tend to not have a lot of them. Despite that, I followed the role. Many praised me for it and others just….well, they didn't like it. The company was happy, though. They told me I was good at acting. But it's just…sad that the person I am on the screen is not real.”

“Yeah, that's honestly sad. I can't imagine doing that for my team. I’ll suck at it. Imagine me cold and serious,” Lando makes a serious face but he ends up doing a The Rock Smoulder. You have to stop yourself from laughing out loud by thinning your lips and twisting it.

“You're doing it, though. For the team. This whole fake dating thing,” you gesture to yourselves.

Lando mutters something under his breath while stroking his chin. You don't catch it.

“Hm?”

“Nothing. I think your eyes are pretty.”

He's changing the subject. He does it so swiftly, too.

“I know, I thank my mother every day for it,” you joke and Lando chuckles softly. “But don't be jealous, you have pretty eyes yourself.”

He turns into a lovely shade of pink. You can see it. You don't speak of it.

“It changes colors sometimes,” you continue, pointing at your eyes. “Like, it’s kind of gray in the dark. But if the sun shines on it, it has three colors.”

“You stare at my eyes a lot, do you?”

“Well, if a certain thing is pretty, you can't help but stare, you know?”

“Yeah, I guess that's why I stare at you a lot, too.”

You laugh, the sound airy, shaking your head. What a flirt. The cute kind.

“I’m quite the head turner, aren't I?”

“You are,” he agrees seriously.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

He smirks, confident.

“Careful, you might fall for me, fake girlfriend,” he says cheekily. You have the desire to shatter his ego so you did.

“You're handsome but you're not my type.”

His smirk falters. You give a chortle.

“What's your type then?” he asks, leaning slightly forward. His eyes reflect anticipation.

You fall into a momentary thoughtful silence, “For starters, attractive men who can drive very fast cars. With a racing license this time. Not like me.”

Lando smiles at your light attempt at a joke. Good to know that he finds the dark humor surrounding your career-ending scandal funny.

“I am an attractive man,” he gestures to his face. “With a priceless face and I drive a very fast car. Formula one or sports cars. Oh and would you look at that? I have a racing license and a regular driving license.”

“You are an attractive man,” you agree. “But again, not my type.”

Lando dramatically puts his hand against his chest, right above where his heart lies and acts like you just shot him dead on the spot.

“Hmm, what else? Ah, plays golf,” you list another trait of your ideal man.

“I play golf,” he crosses his arms, leans back against the back of his seat, and lifts his hips a little as he adjusts his sitting position on the chair, manspreading a little. This is one of the subtle things men do that women cannot help but find attractive. You’re also a woman. Of course, you find that attractive.

You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance. Lando laughs at you.

“A few years older than me.”

When Lando opens his mouth, you cut him off, holding up a finger, “I’m older than you.”

By months only but still.

“In the standards of your fake birthday, I am older than you.”

You huff, shaking your head. He is right, to some degree. The world thinks he is older than you because HAN Entertainment decided to lie about your birthday.

“Looks good in red.”

“You know, orange is a mixture of red and yellow. Technically, it's still red. So I look good in red. One plus one equals two. I am connecting shit.”

He raises two index fingers in the air and connects them together to put further emphasis on the words he imparted in a sage-like manner.

“You're not connecting anything.”

“Hell yeah, I am. I am so smart, I should just be McLaren’s chief strategist. Maybe then I can finally get my first win.”

You cannot help but raise an amused brow.

“Fine, if you're so smart Mr. Strategist, what's plan A to your victory?”

His answer comes immediately, no hesitation and he utters it with so much confidence in his chest: “Sneak into Red Bull and steal their car.”

You abruptly burst out laughing, the sound filling up the entire convenience store. You cannot hold it in anymore. You have to slap a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself down.

You don't laugh pretty. You're very much aware of that. You sound like a dolphin when you do. But Lando is so funny that you forget to feel conscious of the weird sound that leaves your mouth for a whole five seconds before you remember to compose yourself and stop.

“You don't have to cover your mouth when you laugh, you know?” he says. “Or try to stop yourself from laughing. Just laugh if you want.”

You give him a look. Why is he turning serious all of a sudden?

“Wait, red?” Lando does a double take once you’ve composed yourself. “Don’t tell me your ideal type is….”

His forehead creases. You nod.

He says, “Carlos?!” the same time you say, “It’s Kim Mingyu.” How did he even come to that conclusion?

Oh wait. Red. Older than you. Drives fast cars. Racing license. Makes sense.

You blink at each other.

“Who the hell is Kim Mingyu?”

“You don't know Kim Mingyu?” you pull out your phone, open Google Photos, and search for the folder named: 민규❤️❤️❤️. The folder contains 7659 photos of Kim Mingyu.

“Fake boyfriend, let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Kim Mingyu,” you show your favorite Mingyu photo.

The one where he’s wearing a black fitted shirt, his cheek against the back of his hand, and the veins in his arms bulging. He’s serving major boyfriend vibes.

Lando rolls his eyes.

“He doesn’t look that good.”

“No, Lando, you are not seeing it,” you hold the phone closer to his face.

“I am seeing it and I am saying he’s not good looking.”

“Lies.”

“I'm not lying.”

“It's Kim Mingyu.”

“And?”

You pull a face, retracting your phone. “Come on, he’s quite good looking. And tall. Very tall.”

You once have to stand beside him in an ending ceremony in Inkigayo. You barely even come up to his chest.

“I’m tall.”

“You’re shorter than him.”

“You're killing me here.”

You chuckle. You pat his shoulder in faux sympathy.

“There, there. That's okay. You're my boyfriend anyway. Don't be jealous.”

“Damn right, I am.”

You snort.

“But you have to stan Seventeen though. After your race in Suzuka, we’ll try to binge GoSe.”

When you’re too full to finish the rest of your tteokbokki, you drag Lando outside the convenience store.

“Sand?” he questions.

“Sand,” you state.

“There's sand in my shoes,” Lando complains.

“Take it off and like,” you make the motion of flipping your shoes upside down to remove the sand inside. He does as you’ve told him but he seems to be not fully satisfied with it. There is still sand inside his shoe.

“This won't do,” he says. “I should have brought flip flops.”

“Let's go barefoot,” you kick off your shoes and neatly place them on the foot of a nearby coconut tree. You motion for Lando to do the same, but you’re met with hesitance.

“What if someone steals them?”

It's a valid concern to have, you suppose. You look around you. Darkness is all that can be perceived.

“Who’d steal them? Cheonyeogwisin?”

“I don't even know what that is.”

“Just leave the shoes here, Lando.”

The sand feels good underneath your feet. A bit ticklish. A little too familiar. You turn on the flashlight of your phone and jog up to the shore.

“Wait for me!” you hear Lando scream from behind you.

“Palli!” you yell back, voice almost drowning in the wind.

“I am palli-ing!”

You roll your pants up to your knees and soak your feet in the cold waves, shivering. You turn around just as Lando body slams you and the two of you fall into the ice-cold waves. Your jaw comes slack, eyes wide. The two of you are now drenched from head to toe.

Lando bashfully smiles, “Sorry.”

“Lando!” you splash him in his face.

Lively shrieks fill the silent night sky. The stars twinkle with mirth at the two of you, the line between fake and real blurring.

Lando flies out just four hours after you arrive in Seoul proper. You feel bad for bringing him somewhere far and not giving him enough hours to rest. Then, he tells you: "It's one of the best nights I've ever had."

He sounds so sincere that you have to stop yourself from blushing red.

In the schedule Jinnie gave you, you are only required to make an appearance in the race proper on the 24th. You have the 20th, 21st, and 22nd to work on your single before having to fly out on the 23rd. Regardless, you fly to Japan on the 21st with Jinnie in tow, two days earlier than your original schedule.

Jinnie doesn't question nor protest against your obvious disobedience on the appointed schedule. You're glad she didn't.

"Lando?" you question after seeing the man standing behind your hotel door. It's nearly twelve and you've just checked in the hotel with Jinnie. "What are you..."

"Just checking in," he smiles. "Do you mind if I come in?"

"Don't you have a race tomorrow?" Despite your question, you sidestep to let him inside your hotel room. "You should be resting."

"That's okay. I'm well rested. Are you going to watch the FP1 tomorrow?"

You shake your head, "I'm going to work on my song."

"Oh," his face falls. "Why'd you fly in early then?"

You shrug.

Honestly, you don't know either.

It's an act based purely on impulse. Not your finest moments.

"Maybe I can watch?" you say. "I'm not really sure."

You don't want to get mobbed again.

ORACLE has a rather large fanbase in Japan. You know there will be curious fans who'll await your appearance in the race. And while you're glad that your PR relationship with Lando is receiving the right type of attention from the public, you still hate having this much attention on you.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Lando says.

"I'll go," you decide with finality. "I mean this is why we're doing this in the first place, right? Make people believe that we're real."

Lando's lips form a line.

"I suppose."

"Then, I'll be there."

The song making can wait.

Once again, Jinnie takes charge in deciding your clothing. You’ve long since given up on protesting or even suggesting your ideas. You have to get used to it again. Wearing whatever is given to you like a doll. After all, you are to return to the stage of KPop again.

Today’s WAG OOTD is a Miu Miu black dress, a black leather jacket, and Gianvito Rossi strappy sandals. Nothing too impressive. It's just the free practice sessions after all.

Jinnie hands you the McLaren ball cap and you grimace.

“How's the song coming up?”

“I’ve been trying to combine my demos and see how it sounds,” you reply. “But I have a concept in mind and I jotted down a few phrases for the lyrics.”

“I got an email from Yoon PD-nim today. He’s strongly suggesting you use a racing concept for your single.”

Strongly suggesting.

Translation: commanding.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Fuck it.

He’s really going to use the scandal and hope it’ll make you rise from the ashes like a phoenix reborn. The problem is that you're far from a phoenix. You’re human. As disappointing that may be but that is the cold truth. You're uncertain how people will react if you use a racing concept. You cannot afford to risk this over something like this.

You have one chance. And if KNetz reacts badly on your song and your MV, you’re never going to have another chance to go back on stage, to go back home.

Yoon PD-nim is too thoughtless at times. You want to shake him.

Jinnie drives you to the paddock and drops you to the parking lot. You expect that you’ll have to find your way to the garage again alone. Your knees are trembling as you step out of the car.

To your surprise, a staff member of the McLaren team—you assume he works for the team because of the orange polo shirt—approaches you as you exit the car.

“[Name]?”

“Hi,” you offer a polite smile.

“I’m Rick, I’m one of Lando’s mechanics, pleasure to meet you,” he introduces.

“Pleasure is all mine, Sir,” you say, dipping your chin into a small bow.

“Come this way,” he beckons. You follow him.

“Did Lando ask you to pick me up?”

“Well, he insisted on picking you up but the race was about to start so we had to force him to stay put in the livery and he wouldn't stay put until we said we’ll pick you up. Said people might flock over you and you don't like it when it happens.”

Your heart warms.

“That's very thoughtful of him. And sweet.”

“That's Lando Norris for you,” he says. “He’s always treating all the people he’s working with kindly. He only has to be polite but he even exerts effort in helping and making our work easier.”

“That's true,” you agree. “I can attest to that, as his fake girlfriend. He only has to treat me well when there's a camera but he’s even going as far as offering friendship.”

The rest of the walk to McLaren was peaceful. Or at least as peaceful as you hope it can be.

[fangswbenefits]

Obsession

Summary: Miguel tries to convince himself that his obsession with you was justified, but fails miserably as you spend the night over.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

18+. Miguel POV. Obsessed and jealous Miguel. Inexperienced reader. Breeding kink. Sexual tension and frustration. Reader has nipple piercings.

Previous parts: 1 & 2 (you may enjoy this one separately, but might miss out on some context)

Miguel tried to convince himself that adding a mic to your digital suit was purely for safety purposes.

He really did try.

But he couldn’t keep from listening in when you first wore it on your way to the spider cafeteria.

He had just briefed a squad and was monitoring Nueva York through a multitude of hovering screens, as he stood on his platform.

Tapping quickly on the flickering surface, he was able to zoom in on you through the ceiling cameras.

You looked absolutely breathtaking.

The suit fit you like a glove and left little to the imagination. He was proud of his work. You deserved wearing something of his for everyone to see.

He saw you approaching a nearby table, taking a seat. In front of you were Jessica Drew and Peter B. Parker with Mayday who greeted you with warm smiles.

The sound of your voice echoed through the walls around him, as you extended your arms.

“Mayday! Baby! It’s so good to see you!”

The little girl broke into a giggle and began wriggling forward on Peter’s lap to reach you.

You promptly took her in your arms. “Did you miss me? Did you?” your voice was slight high-pitched and you wiggled your fingers, tickling her. “Oh, I have a present for her.”

“Really? That’s so nice of you,” Peter beamed.

“I don’t have it here, but I think she’ll love it,” you said, patting Mayday’s back lightly, earning a genuine hug from her.

Miguel felt his heart clench violently.

You were a natural with kids.

You were just too good to be true and he felt his hands clench tightly.

Would he ever be able to have you? To make you yearn for him? To breed you? To have children with you?

“Wait, is that a… digital suit?” Jessica’s voice cracked through the mic.

You had your back turned to him, so he couldn’t see your face, but he felt the warmth in your voice as you spoke, “It sure is!”

He groaned lowly.

There you were… his sweet girl.

“Who gave it to you?”

“Miguel,” you said with that tenderness he had grown to adore.

He could easily get addicted to you saying his name, and he could only hope that, one day, he might hear it a much more compelling setting.

“Miguel… O’Hara?”

You nodded.

From the screen he could see her exchanging looks with Peter.

“It looks really cool!” Peter smiled enthusiastically, inspecting your sleeves. “Wish he’d offer me one, too.”

Jessica chuckled. “Well, I’ve been here with him for months and he’s never given me one.”

Jessica…

It was to be expected. She was no fool. He had scouted her precisely because she was anything but that.

You had been recruited only three weeks ago, but the hold you had on him was tight. He had never felt this way before with someone else.

You straightened in your seat, as Mayday nibbled on your thumb. “Wait… do you think I should give it back?”

Miguel felt his heart jumpstart and panic build inside him.

“No — no! Jessica,” Perer shot her a glare who merely shrugged, before offering you a kind smile. “It looks great on you. Did you pick the colours?”

“Yes! I’m really happy with the final result,” you said, helping Mayday sit at the edge of the table, as you secured her with both hands. “It was his way of showing gratitute.”

Jessica snapped her fingers after taking a sip of her drink. “You’re helping him out with the portals, right?”

“We’re working on portal stabilisation and reduced motion sickness,” you said and he could almost taste the pride and passion in your voice. “We’re making some progress.”

Miguel had gotten used to the random erections you’d awake from him throughout the day. But this one felt particularly painful.

You were so smart and so devoted. He couldn’t even take credit for the progress, because it was mostly just you.

His sweet and clever girl.

He glanced down at the outline of his strained cock, clicking his tongue.

By the time his eyes settled on the monitor, Jessica had walked away momentarily and he saw Peter lean in.

“Hey… are you and Miguel… a thing?”

Miguel froze.

Mayday proceeded to wrap tiny fingers around some of his locks, tugging lightly.

He wish he could have seen your reaction.

“Oh! No! No… we’re just friends,” you quickly said, waving your hands rapidly. “He’s like a mentor to me, really.”

Anger flared inside him. A friend? A mentor? He knew deep down this made absolute sense, but it still made him seething with rage.

Peter didn’t seem all that convinced, but nodded. “Just wondering. He’s not usually this… kind?”

Miguel felt his fangs threaten to emerge as he gritted his teeth.

There had been nothing kind about him building you a suit. He hadn’t done it out of the goodness of his heart.

He wanted to claim you and this had been the easiest and safest way for now.

“Well, I know he’s a grumpy,” you chuckled with a shrug, as you patted Mayday on the back. “Maybe he’s changing?”

You wouldn’t want him to change. Not really. The level of devotion he had for you was unmatched and nothing you could ever have from someone else.

“Maybe you’re a good influence on him?” Peter concluded, tapping his chin. “As a friend, of course.”

“Peter….” he growled lowly.

“As a friend,” you nodded. “Besides, there’s…” but your voice trailed off.

His erection nearly immediately deflated as dread took over.

There’s what?

He turned up the mic’s volume, but winced instead, as you banged on the table.

You cleared your throat. “Well, gotta go! I have work to do.”

Peter took Mayday back into his lap and chuckled. “Don’t forget her present!”

“I won’t! Wish me luck, though,” you said, crossing your fingers as you started to walk away. “I really need these chips to stop blowing and melting on me!”

“Good luck! Say bye bye, Mayday,” Peter waved his hand, which the little girl promptly mimicked with a giggle.

“Bye, baby!” you beamed.

Miguel had had enough.

He switched off your mic with a tap on his watch.

He really had tried to convince himself that his obsession for you was justified. That is was rooted in more than lust and desire, but he wasn’t so sure anymore.

After you moved to Nueva York, he had you working closely to him on portal stabilisation.

But what had started out as something innocent, soon shifted into something else entirely.

Your company brought him peace and quiet, and ticket his brain just the right way to keep him motivated.

Until it didn’t.

Until you became his torment.

He had let you in his life in the hopes that you let him in yours.

The first time you gave him a boner was when he walked in on you in the lab, wearing nothing but a tank top and a pencil pressed firmly in between your lips, as you moved from screen to screen to check on the update progress.

The worst part? You didn’t even notice how utterly delicious you looked and how he could easily bend you over and take you right there.

No.

You just offered him a sweet smile.

One he hadn’t recovered from ever since.

“Miguel?”

He jolted as the voice snapped him from his torturous thoughts. “What?”

Lyla hovered nearby, eyeing him closely. “Fangs out,” she wiggled her index finger disapprovingly. “Pavitr and Hobie are waiting for you.”

His fangs retracted slowly as he tried to gain his composure back. “Why?”

“Mission?” she quirked an eyebrow.

Right.

“Now?”

“You’re already late.”

He growled, tapping on a few screens hurriedly.

“Oh, and Miguel?”

“What?”

The hologram popped near the screen to his left. “You might want to be more subtle when using her in-suit mic.”

He gave her narrow side-glace. “What do you mean?”

“Just saying,” she said, adjusting her heart-shapped glasses. “You’re not the only tech savvy spider here.”

The door to his apartment swung open at once, and he stepped inside ready to decompress from the tiresome mission.

He had made plans with some of your audio recordings and his hand, hoping that would be enough to easy the pent-up tension that had been looming over year throughout the way.

It was a less than ideal situation, but would have to do for now.

That was until he noticed his living room was lit.

Pacing rapidly he was met with you.

In the middle of a pile of papers and electronic components scattered around the floor, he saw you sitting cross-legged with a pencil danging from your lips, his digital suit clinging tightly to your body.

“What are you doing here?”

Your bead snapped in his direction and the pencil tumbled to the floor. “Miguel! Lyla let me in.”

He was rooted in place.

Had it been someone else, he would have flung them through the window with no warning.

But you weren’t just someone.

And Lyla wouldn’t have let someone else enter his apartment, either.

“It’s quite late,” he said, pacing carefully toward you as not to step on anything. “You could have called me.”

You waved a hand dismissively and held a circular metallic object in the other. “Catch!”

Before he could say anything back, you had tossed it in his direction, which he quickly grabbed in between his fingers.

“Found what was wrong with it,” you smiled proudly. “It was stupid of me, really. There wasn’t any thermal paste in it. That’s why it kept blowing up.”

Miguel stared at the chip in his hand and blinked a few times.

“I assumed you were using it from the start,” he said, inspecting the cross section.

You rose to your feet in an instant and joined his site, excitement spilling from you. “These ion batteries should not require thermal paste — not for this amount of energy, at least. But yeah… my bad,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

Miguel locked eyes with yours and felt a familiar tingle in his body.

Fuck.

You were just so ridiculously attractive, and he wish he could hear you ramble about tech and science for hours.

“This is really, really good news,” he said genuinely, handing the chip back to you.

He squeezed your arm lightly as encouragement, knowing fully well he should be rewarding you in other ways.

His sweet girl…

You darted back to the floor, gathering some papers. “Sorry for the mess. I just had to figure this out and couldn’t sleep.”

A scientist at heart, you were.

Blood began to rush to his groin in no time. It couldn’t be helped. His body had been so on edge to finally fuck you, that it was in this permanent state of arousal around you.

“It’s fine. I still have those moments,” he said softly, crouching to help you out. “Sometimes I can’t sleep, and I have to do something else.”

“Like what?”

“I either go to the lab, or…” I jerk off to the thought of being buried deep inside you, he wanted to say.

You eyed him expectantly, biting your lip lightly, further hardening his cock.

“Well, it’s a bit late,” Miguel eventually said, standing tall. “Maybe you should get back to your apartment?”

He hated himself for even suggesting such option, but he didn’t want to push his luck. You being here would be fuel enough for the rest of the night as he fucked his hand.

“Oh, you just got back from a mission,” you fought back a yawn, tossing your backpack over your shoulder. “I’ll just leave.”

Miguel nodded, but was crumbling inside.

Your face lit up again. “But this was great, right?”

Please stay.

“You did great,” he said with a short smile. “Go get some rest.”

Please…

You made your way down the hall and waved at him. “See you in the morning, Miguel.”

He should have let you go.

But something took over him, before he could fight it back.

“Actually, you could stay. It’s nearly four in the morning,” he tried to sound as casual as possible, but the excitement was hard to contain. “And we have to head back to the lab early.”

You turned around and he stopped breathing.

Too much?

Then he the backpack slide down your arm, hittingbthe floor with a thud. “Oh, thank you! I really didn’t feel like swinging back to my apartment,” you voice held pure gratitude and he felt his ego soar. “Only… I don’t have any clothes.”

He shook his head as realisation hit him. “Right. Wait here.”

“Okay~”

Bolting into his room, he went through his closet, fetching a shirt and a robe.

But before heading out, he decided to change into some sweatpants and a shirt himself.

His erection welcomed the looser material, and he’d be able to better conceal it from you.

Taking a final look at his cock, Miguel decided to give it a few pumps as if trying to calm it down.

He couldn’t believe his luck.

He couldn’t believe his sweet girl would be so close to him in his clothes and apartment.

And bed.

As he exited the room and handed the clothes to you, he cleared his throat. “You can take my bed.”

You looked up at him. “Oh… no, Miguel. You just came back from a mission.”

“I’m not that tired. Just take it.”

Please.

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

Anything that was his was yours. He would give it all to you.

“Be right back,” you said, before disappearing into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

He immediately sighed in relief, adjusting his cock, feeling the first beads of precum spill from the tip.

How was he to survive this?

Not long after, you emerged again.

He glanced over at the length of you, taking in the sight of his shirt and robe on you. Your legs were still covered with the digital suit, but you looked absolutely ready to be devoured.

But he couldn’t do it.

Not yet.

His cock twitched in his pants, yearning to be inside you.

Then something else caught his attention when his moved up your body.

It couldn’t be…

Two symmetrical protuberances poked through the fabric of your shirt — his shirt.

“Are those…” his voice faltered momentarily, not trusting his own eyes.

You followd his line of sight and giggled. “Oh! Yeah. Got them pierced way back. Wanted to defy my dad and got them out of spite,” you went on, adjusting the fabric of the shirt under the robe. “But eventually kept them. They look cute.”

Cute?

Miguel was at a loss for words.

Your voice mixed with your carefree posture sent jolts directly into his cock.

“I…” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I didn’t notice them before,” he said, feeling his mouth run dry.

“I was wearing a bra,” you replied with a shrug and a tender smile.

This was almost comically painful.

You were the closest thing he had ever known to innocence as of late. Yet here you stood, wearing just his shirt, no bra, and with your pierced nipples poking through his shirt.

But none of that seemed to matter to you.

You were completely oblivious of how painfully hard he was for you.

“Did it hurt?”

“Terribly,” you said, still glacing down at your breasts and hardened nipples. “But I think it’s worth it.”

The adorable way in which you said it was almost driving him insane.

Just how innocent could one person be…

Before he could even process his thoughts, he spoke, “Can I…”

Your eyes met his and Miguel feared he had now fucked it up for good.

Brilliant, Miguel…

“Oh, you mean… you want to see them?”

Should he back down and just deny his intentions?

“You’ve never seen nipple piercings before?”

He shook his head.

Just as he was about to tell you to forget it, you lifted his shirt, revealing your breasts to him.

He nearly exploded right there and then.

“Oh, please!” she giggled. “We’re people of science, and you haven’t seen this before. Science is all about curiosity and discovery.”

Miguel, however, wasn’t listening to any of that and felt as though he was hypnotised. He could tear his eyes away from your perky nipples and the metal rods that went through them, a tiny spider danging from each of them.

He wasn’t sure when or how he had got so close to you, but he lifted his hand to touch one.

His cock twitched violently and he felt his mind hazy with lust.

“They’re cool, right?” you beamed, allowing him to swipe the pad of his thumb across the tiny spider.

“Yeah.”

Really ‘cool’.

More precum dripped from his tip and had to fight back his fangs from slipping out.

He wanted to bend over and dart his tongue out to play with them. He wanted to tug on them and wanted you to arch your back with a soft moan.

You pulled down the shirt again and he flinched his hand back instantly, swallowing hard.

“So… if — when you have a baby and want to breastfeed… will there be an issue?”

Of course his need to breed you had to surface at the worst possible time.

But he had to know. He needed to know if that would be a nuisance. He couldn’t take any risks and he wanted you completely ready to carry his children.

You shrugged, adjusting the robe around you. “I wasn’t thinking that far ahead when I got them, but I suppose I just have to take them out.”

He nodded, taking a few steps back.

You stretched out with a yawn. “Mind if I go to sleep now?”

“Of course,” he nodded.

You were about to whirl on your feet, but decided against it. “How do you say ‘thank you’ in Spanish?”

That caught him off guard and his eyes widened. “Gracias.”

Then you gave him the sweetest smile. “Gracias, Miguel.

He could cum just from this alone.

How he would teach you the filthiest things in Spanish… how he would whisper them in your ear, knowing fully well you couldn’t understand a word…

You then slipped into his room and closed the door.

He ran both hands through his hair, wanting to let out a scream.

The things he wanted to do to you…

The things you deserved done to you…

He brought one hand down to tug at his waistband, revealing his soaked cock.

Then he bit the back of his other hand.

Hard.

He didn’t even care if he drew blood.

He couldn’t take this anymore.

Engulfed with overwhelming frustration, he pressed his forehead against the tall window that overlooked Nueva York.

He had to calm down, or else he’d have to synthesise a serum to lower his levels of testosterone…

He had to find a way to stop.

As minutes ticked by, he decided to check your bio readings on his watch. Your heart rate had lowered significantly, indicating him you were now asleep.

The predator in him took control again and he paced towards his bedroom, opening the door just enough to check on you.

Fast asleep.

He walked in with careful steps, finally taking in the sight of you on his bed.

The floor-to-ceiling windows allowed for the faintest moonlight to be cast on you.

He felt his heart was about to implode as he drew near, slowly sitting by the edge of the mattress.

You lay on your back, breathing evenly and covered up to your waist with a blanket.

Miguel took a deep and shaky breath.

You smelled of him and his bedsheets smelled of you.

Such a powerful and dangerous combination, that he almost considered gripping his cock.

Bur decided against it.

Instead, he say there, staring at you, absorbing every single detail of your body.

His hand twitched as an itch took over it.

An itch he had to scratch.

He reached out to graze the back of one finger along your forearm, feeling your warmth coating his skin.

His sweet girl…

His imagination ran wild and he had hoped he could have fucked you to sleep, not sliding out of you, making sure you’d take his seed.

Pain swallowed him whole as despair settled.

What if he never managed to make you his?

What if you decided you wanted nothing more than a friendship?

How could he cope?

Suddenly, you flinched and rolled to your side and heaved a deep sigh. “Oh, Tom…”

Miguel was left petrified and his blood ran cold.

Who the fuck was Tom?

Part 4

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rich! yandere x fem reader pt.2

tw: yandere themes, stalking, obsessive behavior, abuse of power

“Thank you for squeezing us into your schedule, we hope you’ll take our offer into consideration. Please, take your time when coming to a decision” the man stands up gathering his papers swiftly and putting them in his briefcase, warner stands up, he has an expensive suit on the dark color of it dripping with luxury, its fit highlighting his muscular build, broad shoulders, perfect posture but his stature is still relaxed, he smiles politely at the man and nods "I'll think it over carefully, let me see you out" he leads the man outside exchange farewells and a handshake, once the man is out and the door is shut he lets out a sigh, that meeting lasted much longer than he expected, he walks across the office towards his desk, his office is spacious, wide shelves containing books, awards, files, on one side of the room a comfortable leather couch and sofa chair with a table in front of them, on the other side of it a small bar, his desk is intimidatingly long and behind it, the entire wall is glass overlooking the beautiful city.

He sits down on his desk chair and turns towards his monitor, his eyes softening once they settle on the screen, a soft smile ghosting his lips "my apologies my love, that took longer than I had expected" on his screen was a security camera footage, live footage of you working diligently at your job, he has access to security cameras everywhere and he installed a few in your house, he leans back in his chair watching you, he considers this a form of spending time with you, as well as making sure no one at your job crosses the line and causes him to get his hands dirty, once a co-worker of yours had thought he was high and mighty because he had gotten a promotion, a client of yours screwed up and caused a big commotion in the office and of course, he was blaming you for it, he watched the man raise his voice at you, he felt pride swell in his chest when you kept your composure and handled the situation like a professional, never cracking once, he loved that about you, still..the man was trash, there was no use for him around you, the next day news spread that he had been fired, he let out a low chuckle in amusement when the microphone on your computer caught you grumbling "serves him right" under your breath.

He's aware of sexual harassment in the workplace so when a filthy man in your office invaded your space when you were alone and groped you he wasted no time in throwing him in a ditch somewhere, not before cutting off his filthy hands for touching you of course, you were such a sweet pretty thing, he can't control the fact everyone wants a piece of you so he takes it upon himself to welcome anyone who tries to make a move on you, look at you, touch you or hurt you, he likes to see how confident they are in their actions for the irony of how pathetic they are when they're on their knees bleeding and pleading for mercy, you're more than capable of course but you're his love, anyone who touches you doesn't deserve to breathe.

He saw you rest your head on your desk "you poor thing you must be so exhausted" if you accept him he would make it all better for you, he'd give you his heart and soul if everything in the world wasn't enough for you, you still don't accept his gifts, at least you don't use them anyway, most of his gifts ended up being sent back or thrown out, except his most recent gift, the lingerie set he sent you is tucked deep in your closet, this piqued his curiosity, did you actually like his gift? were you planning on using it?

His head was in the clouds by now, he was starting to be convinced that you were happy with his gift, that you were finally ready for him, that you'd maybe show up at his doorstep, his present under your clothes, his breath hitched at the thought of what he bought you touching your soft skin.

He snapped back to reality when something on the screen caught his attention, you were talking and laughing with a man as you gathered your belongings, what raised his confusion is him leading you out of the office with his hand resting on your back, were you leaving with him?

He switched to the security camera of the parking lot and sure enough, he saw you getting in a car that wasn't yours with another man. He reached for his phone inside his suit and dialed a number, the line almost immediately picks up, the person on the other line waits patiently for orders, warner doesn't hesitate before he orders in a cold flat tone "follow her" he hangs up, his dark eyes set on the screen.

'my love..who is that man?'

[freedomfireflies]

any chance you'd write something small about harry being jealous?? i'm a sucker for the stay with me tropes 😭

“That’s the dumbest fucking excuse I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Your expression falls, eyes narrowing into slits as you throw an outraged look Harry’s way. “Right. Because you’d be the authority on dumb.”

It’s not your best jab, although it is the only one you have the strength to offer. 

This whole night has been a bust. Starting the moment you saw Harry waltz into the bar all the way until the ostentatious end when you watched him throw Luke out of the bar.

Harry isn’t offended by the retort, instead scoffing to himself as he leans against the dark, brick walls that line the alleyway. “I told you I wouldn’t do it—”

“Nobody fucking asked you to,” you remind him quickly, taking a brave step forward. “You knew he’d be here—”

“Oh, did I?”

“Yes.” Your voice is clipped. Irate. You’ve had this conversation with him more times than you can count, and sometimes he just doesn’t use his fucking head. “Luke has always been a huge part of my life, you know that—”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

A pause. Both your postures ridged with indifference and pride. 

“I never asked you to like it,” you mumble, thrusting your chin toward him. “But you agreed to at least play nice.”

“I agreed…to let him keep his teeth in his mouth,” Harry corrects, his own glare just as venomous. “I never fucking agreed to watch him stick his tongue down your throat.”

“He was drunk—”

“He was over the fucking line,” Harry seethes, volume rising until each word can bounce off the brick walls and ricochet back to you.

A bit hypocritical, you'd say, coming from him. Someone who has no claim over you. Someone who has no claim over who you kiss drunkenly in bars. Someone who started this very arrangement with you by kissing you when he was drunk in a bar.

You don't point this out. But you could.

In fact, you’re quite tempted, although you already know that won't help the case you're trying to make.

His arms move to cross angrily in front of his chest and you don’t miss the ruby red stain bleeding down the white fabric.

You wonder if it’s Harry’s blood or Luke’s.

But you suppose it doesn’t matter because it’s on Harry’s shirt and not in somebody’s body where it’s supposed to be.

And whose fault is that?

“I can’t keep doing this with you," you exhale aloud, the sad truth you hadn’t wanted to accept becoming painfully obvious.

The same realization that first dawned earlier tonight when the bartender was dragging Harry from the building and throwing him out into the cold night.

You don't want to end things with him. But what other reason is there to stay?

“Harry, I—why do you keep doing this?” you ask now, wanting so desperately to have a reason for the madness that you'll just fucking ask him if you have to.

The muscles in his jaw restrict as he forces his eyes off into the distance and you can practically see the real answer appear in his mind.

But will he actually offer it to you?

When silence becomes your only friend, you sigh, accepting that nothing is now the only thing he has to give.

Your feet take you backward. Away from the wall. Away from Harry. 

Away from the nightmare of tonight.

“I’m gonna go find Luke,” you tell him softly, ignoring the snort he has the nerve to exhale. “I’m gonna make sure he’s okay and then I’m going to go home.”

Still no response from the pensive figure in the shadows.

That tells you all you need to know.

You figured the day might come. The day when your, for lack of a better term, situation-ship with Harry would meet its inevitable end.

You just hadn’t expected that day to be today.

“Don’t make me lose you,” you murmur, the one wish you truly have left. The one wish that supersedes the rest.

And still, his façade remains. Stoic and unnerving.

You leave him with your last request. No more fighting. No more pleading.

It’s up to him now.

“Wait.”

You’ve reached the entrance to the alley, sneakers screeching to a halt on the wet pavement when you hear his call.

There’s something different in his voice. Something…urgent. Docile, even. 

You turn, eyeing the familiar face you hate to love, still pressed to the wall.

“Don’t go.”

A request so quiet, so light it’s almost carried away by the wind.

“What?”

Green eyes, bloodshot and now a tad glossy, meet yours. “Don’t go.”

Your throat constricts. The burden of his request weighs heavy on your chest. “Harry…”

“Don’t go,” he repeats, now for a third time. His head shakes, sweaty curls falling to his forehead, tortured yet still peeved. “Don’t…just—stay.”

Your lips purse together, weighing the consequences of each option. “Harry, I—”

“Just don't fucking go,” he pleads, the bass in his voice not deep enough to hide the small crack as it echoes through the alleyway.

You exhale a gentle breath, watching as the man so consumed by rage and jealousy metaphorically bows before you. “Then what do I do if I don’t go?”

You notice his chest rise and fall as you wait for his reply.

“You stay.”

The answer pulls you. Pulls you back into the dark crevice of the city as you retreat back to him. As you place yourself in front of his frame. As you watch him. Up close.

Truth be told, you’d wanted a reason to come back. Wanted a reason to leave Luke in the past, where he belongs. Wanted a reason to stay with the man you can’t exactly even call your own.

You just wanted that reason to come from Harry.

Your fingers reach for his jaw, crawling up his cheeks until you can cup his face and pull it higher. Force his eyes from the pavement and onto yours.

“I need a reason to stay,” you tell him. No sugar coating. No hesitation. Just the truth.

Pleased yet hopeful, you feel his hands move to your hips, pulling you between his legs until your chest is taut with his.

For the first time all night, you watch him smile. Feel the way his yearning bleeds through his touch. Knowing, undoubtedly, that he needs you. No matter what he says. No matter how he shows it. No matter what arguments he might present to convince you otherwise.

You feel a hand reach for the back of your neck, tugging you closer until you can’t help but swoon at the urgency in his movements. 

Soft lips graze your own, your lashes fluttering until it’s just him and the darkness.

“I’ll be your reason.”

I've never gotten to do this before and it was so scary but so much fun, so thank you for asking 😭

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A Human Fly: The Importance of Daredevils Before Daredevil

I've recently watched a video on "human flies", a social phenomenon that peaked in the 1920s-30s, where people would go out and do death-defying tricks literally just because they wanted to. (At first. Money became involved later, of course.) They were called human flies (sometimes human spiders, human lizards, etc.) for their ability to climb up the walls of buildings so easily. They weren't just called human flies, though. They were also called daredevils.

The video I watched talked about how this phenomenon was so popular because of the role it played in displaying masculinity. Most of these daredevils were men, and at the time being seen doing these death-defying stunts was the height of manliness. And suddenly, while learning all this new information, all I could wonder is if that at all was related to Stan Lee's motivation behind the creation of Matt Murdock. Anyway, here we go.

Okay, so, gender roles and how they functioned in society around the first half of the 20th century are similar but also different from what they are now. There were stiffly set rules to what it meant to be a man that was entirely unrelated to genitals. These same standards are echoed in the modern day. I don't think it's a coincidence that Matt falls outside of those rules.

Obviously, Matt's blind. Disabled. And, as a fictional character, that had really heavy (negative) implications before the disability rights movement became more popular. You even see that reflected in the comics themselves. There's the implication that Matt is expected to live out his life unhappy, unmarried (which extends to not having children), and is helpless to such a fate. That is the complete opposite of what being a man in US American culture was in the 1950s and 60s. Matt exemplified what it was to not be a man.

Stan Lee, when co-creating this character, takes these concepts that absolutely oppose one another and he smashes them together. It feels like spitting in the face of standards and expectations. He says, "Oh, look, a blind man. A man that can't be a man. I'm going to take him and I'm going to turn him into something that is undeniably manly." Lee does this through this phenomenon that links back to human flies.

Being a human fly was about proving to the people around you that you were a man among men. That you were capable of physical feats that others only could wish to accomplish. And Lee grew up in a time when he was surrounded by these types of people as a child. Most of these people would travel to New York City, where Lee grew up, just to perform these stunts.

How masculinity was defined in that age was rigid. You had to be strong, you had to be capable, you had to have the ability to provide for your family. There were certain elements that also took away from your masculinity. You couldn't be too smart or bookish, you couldn't be too skinny, you couldn't be disabled. And being able to fit into these standards wasn't just about pride, it was about social status.

These human flies were often referred to as daredevils by newspapers. It doesn't seem like much of a reach for me to think that they could've possibly related to Lee's creation of Daredevil.

This strip is from the second issue of volume one.

It was revolutionary* (asterisk), to an extent, what Lee was implying with his creation of Matt's character. That you could be disabled and still be fully capable of accomplishing what society has deemed impossible for you or deemed you unworthy of. That you could represent the peak of masculinity (meaning you could be perceived as an equal to those around you) while having supposed qualities that strike you from it.

I'm not saying that that's a goal that every disabled/blind person has or should have. In fact, under a modern lens, I think it's very counterproductive. But, I think the social and cultural context surrounding the character's creation is important to understand. I think it's important to know why implying those things at the time was important to disabled representation.

Many people don't like or struggle to read older comics due to them aging badly. While I don't blame them, I think there would be less resistance if people stopped trying to interpret those comics through a modern lens.

Context is important. History is important.

(asterisk) *This is in relation to the time-specific era of disabled representation. This is not to ignore the problems with the representation of Matt as a blind man. I'm not saying or implying that there's nothing wrong with the original comics, in fact, they are incredibly ableist. I am simply focusing on the importance of that representation at the time of the issues being published.

Thanks for reading.

[swrancore]

LOVE IS THE NAME

𖦹 how would the tokrev boys show affection to you

𖦹 english isn't my first language

𖦹 sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, baji keisuke, haitani ran, mitsuya takashi, matsuno chifuyu

❍ ⠀ ─⠀꒰⠀SANO MANJIRO⠀꒱⠀!⠀⠀

❥ His way of showing love is with physical affection. He's not afraid to hold your hand as you walk, though he'll say things like «oi, let go of my hand». If you let go, he will look at you with pouting lips, offended by your actions, even if he was the one who released you. In reality you would be expected to resist and hold his hand tighter.

❥ He is seldom cheesy when he speaks, he does not know how to express himself fully and he is totally inexperienced when it comes to having a loving relationship with someone else. At the beginning, your relationship would be based on being almost a Draken two, taking care of him and making him feel pampered; over time he would behave in other ways, going out on an occasional date on his motorcycle or sharing his dorayakis with you (this almost never happens, when he does it is because he is in a too good mood).

❥ Midnight calls. If something like insomnia happens, he will call you without a doubt, he will hear your voice relax him and also, you are his safe place, he will be safe if you manage to comfort him even for three minutes. Mikey will appreciate that very much and will be willing to answer your calls if one day you need him late at night, do not hesitate to talk to him, he will be there for you.

❍ ⠀ ─⠀꒰⠀RYUGUJI KEN⠀꒱⠀!⠀

❥ Actions, he shows his love with actions, indirect demonstrations and behaviors that are out of the ordinary for him, although quite subtle. Not everyone would notice, they had to be very observant because Draken is someone very reserved with his love life.

❥ Subtle caresses on your waist, slipping his hand under your blouse without being too scandalous. Squeeze the area gently, feeling how you tremble at his touch; show a very slight smile with pride when seeing the reactions of your body to a soft caress from him. He loves seeing you that way, vulnerable to him, who would constantly take advantage of his height and body build to intimidate you against the wall of his bedroom, cornering you and grabbing your chin with two of his fingers as he pulls you towards him with a shove. of his hand on your lower back: «You're anxious, aren't you, pretty?» and his breath hits your face. Oh shit, you're so fucking attracted to Draken.

❥ Night walks? Definitely yes, his motorcycle is ready to receive you in the extra seat and his waist is waiting to be surrounded by your arms when he accelerates to take you through the dark streets of Tokyo. He loves those moments of intimacy where they are not necessarily entangled in bed, but make love in different ways and always find something new to share together. Draken loves spending time with you, making space for you in his schedule and answering your call when you need it; you don't bother him at all, never think that.

❍ ⠀ ─⠀꒰⠀BAJI KEISUKE⠀꒱⠀!⠀

❥ He has a somewhat strange way of loving. Keisuke himself is quite an enigma. You don't know sometimes if he is serious or if he is joking, he says things so seriously and then acts as if he hadn't said anything; He has you in limbo between whether his feelings are real or if he is joking, and the truth is that they are real, but he also jokes with them so as not to look ridiculous in case you reject him. He usually has a little romantic ideas to do with you, like wearing bracelets, although he would say that it is very cheesy shit and then at home he would be on the verge of tears because of how happy he is to share something so beautiful with you.

❥ Baji at all times reminds you how proud he is to have you by his side. Rarely do he speak with such seriousness and sincerity, you hardly ever see that side of your boyfriend; when you see him too quiet for a long time and with a lost look, you know that a most beautiful confession will be waiting for you coming out of his lips. He tends to isolate himself from the world around him when he wants to think through what he feels and how to tell you without embarrassing himself in the process. He is a good boyfriend after all, the best.

❥ He'll absentmindedly let you tie his hair in bows, not complaining if you use one of those pink butterfly hair ties to tie it up. When he leaves the house he will take them off, but he will wear them on his wrists. More than once he has tied his hair with them before a fight, causing the enemy to laugh and taking advantage of the distraction to attack with a direct punch to the nose, making him smile proudly. He feels as if a part of you is accompanying him and providing encouragement in the fight, so he gives twice of himself so that you do not have to see him defeated. If the garter were to break, he will mercilessly attack whoever made the butterflies end up on the ground and not in his hair, believe me, he will not have an ounce of mercy.

❍ ⠀ ─⠀꒰⠀HAITANI RAN⠀꒱⠀!⠀

❥ Gifts are his way of showing love. He showers you with gifts and luxuries, even if you don't ask for them, he loves having you as his princess. You want it? You have it, do not hesitate. He would do anything to get all your whims, he is an exemplary boyfriend in that sense.

❥ You will have Ran almost eating in your hands, although he will have you in the same way. You must be a team capable of bringing each other to their knees, he loves to be in control and yet he is willing to give you the power from time to time to take control of the relationship. Trust fully that you will know how to tame him as he likes. He will not hesitate to kneel down to satisfy you and carry out your orders, he is a man open-minded enough for his wife to put a leash around his neck and force him to crawl around her.

❥ He is constantly flirting, there will be no place or time where he doesn't do it. You're his greatest adoration, accept his compliments that are really sincere. He will smile at you and show that confidence of his when you return the compliment. He knows how bad he has you and that with two words he could have you with trembling legs. He loves that about you, being so vulnerable with him and his displays of affection, the way you tremble when his hand caresses you and when he leans close to your ear letting out his most honest thoughts about how crazy you drive him. Ran isn't afraid to tell you with clean words what he thinks or what he wants to do with you. As flirtatious as he is, he's also downright cheeky, make no mistake about it. He will intentionally make you blush because he loves it, even more so because he's the one you blush for and the one who gives you those embarrassed looks. One day he would kill you with so many emotions that it makes you feel in less than two minutes.

❍ ⠀ ─⠀꒰⠀MITSUYA TAKASHI⠀꒱⠀!⠀

❥ A total romantic, you'll be looking forward to casual dates, nothing too formal or fancy. He will find a way to keep you happy and comfortable at his side, enjoying the moment as much as he does. Mitsuya is the kind of boyfriend of words. It won't be overly cloying, just enough to remind you that he loves you too much and thinks of you more than he wants to.

❥ He will make you exclusive outfits, don't hesitate. He loves to surround you with the tape and see your blush when you notice that you're too close while he only excuses himself by making sure that he really takes the correct measurement, he wouldn't want to waste such a pretty fabric. Of course, it would be a lie that only he would know, because in reality he's longing to see you fall into his hands and finally give in to kiss him in a slow and passionate touch.

❥ Obviously he would also take you on his motorcycle to one or another date night, especially on days where you're celebrating something like anniversaries, your birthday, an important date for both of you and things like that.

❍ ⠀ ─⠀꒰⠀MATSUNO CHIFUYU⠀꒱⠀!⠀

❥ Closet romantic. He will have many ideas in his head about dating and couple things that he would love to do with you, and he would be guided by one or another shoujo manga. If you are the romantic kind of girl, he will be happy to carry out your every idea to spend time with you.

❥ Spend a lot of time by your side, caressing your hands, your thighs, your waist, your lips, all of you. When you're alone, especially, he fills you with kisses every so often. He loves kissing you, whether it's on the lips or not, it's something he really likes to do and he wouldn't hesitate to steal a few from you (as long as you don't feel uncomfortable about it). He would also try from time to time to imitate a kiss seen in his favorite manga, although he would end up laughing at how ridiculous he feels, ashamed of himself.

❥ He would fill you with simple gifts, things like accessories for your keychain, a hair tie, an origami, small stuffed animals, pins, stamps, stickers, anything that reminds him of you, he will take it and give it to you adding a «when I saw it, I thought of you».

[alexanderlightweight]

Hello! I have been enjoying your posts immensely. I been reading your fics on AO3 and followed the link to Tumblr. If you don't mind, I would like to request more Competent Alec and Magnus with a dash of darkness. It doesn't really matter to me how you decide to write this but I really liked how you have been creating the worlds and ideas.

ah thank you! i enjoyed this verse a lot so i was happy to jump on it again and write more. i hope you enjoy <3 thank you for the compliments and trust

lumine

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Mirai is competent, clear-headed and concise. Three things that Alec desperately needs in not only a second, but in someone other than himself. It’s with relief that he welcomes her to the Institute and in the time, it takes to settle her in, he has an appointment with the High Warlock of Brooklyn.

It’s faster than he expected but it’s also a relief, because he doesn’t think it’s a good idea to keep the mundane and knocked out underground while hooked up to IV’s. They’ve used runes to regulate the temperature, but it’s still not ideal and Kaleb has better uses than as a doorman.

—

Magnus isn’t sure how a mundane got through his wards and into the Institute, or why it had to happen now, of all times, but he accepts the offer.

And it is an offer, rather than a summons.  A generous compensation for his arrival, his consultation and his aid. Which is how requests are supposed to be made but is normally ignored.

Magnus portals to the Institute and is met by an antsy, exhausted hunter who greets him brusquely before showing him inside. 

The first thing Magnus hears is someone who is obviously in a position of authority berating another.

“Does it look like I have time for idiocy?” A tall, gorgeous shadowhunter is saying coolly to someone of clearly little significance.  His voice is low and calm, like ice running hundreds of feet deep and uncrackable. “There is no room in my Institute for insubordination, incompetence, or betrayal. If you’re fighting to stay because you don’t want to go to Idris, then apply elsewhere but you're gone come dawn. Other Institute’s may still accept you.”

Magnus smirks, because other Institutes are clearly not this man’s Institute.  A man Magnus is suddenly looking forward to meeting.

“Commander,” Magnus guide calls out, “High Warlock Bane is here to help with the mundane.”

Magnus’ shadowhunter turns, “Alec Lightwood—” he says, holding out a hand that would have fallen if Magnus didn’t catch it. Alexander’s fingers curl with his own and a smile threatens the edges of Alexander’s mouth, as if by accident.

“Hello darling, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Magnus tells him, eyeing him up and down hungrily and Alexander just nods agreeably, hand still in Magnus’ even as he’s giving his incredulous shadowhunters orders.

Several of them are slack-jawed and Magnus swears he sees one walk into a wall and two into each other. Considering how situationally aware shadowhunters are supposed to be, he can only consider that Alexander’s behavior is something of a shock.

Which makes something wake up deep inside of Magnus.

“The mundane?” He asks, because that’s the most important thing and a young woman steps up. Her brown eyes are exhausted, but she looks determined, and Alexander is watching her with wary pride and an almost curious hope.

It’s explained to him quickly and Magnus learns of Jocelyn’s fate, and he hoards away his own knowledge of the situation and pretends it’s all new.

“So, the mundane tracked her phone, but doesn’t have any true knowledge of the shadowworld?” Magnus asks, delighted by their show of competence despite being blindsided, “incredible.” He murmurs and he admires Alexander’s biceps as he says it, unable to help himself.

There’s a cough and Alexander’s second — a new addition from what Magnus has overheard — give him a tired but amused look.

“It’s only his interest in this building that we want to take away. Perhaps implant an idea that his friend is being taken care of. Or that she’s safe?”

Magnus hums thoughtfully and then nods, “that will be easy enough.”

“And the price?” Someone pipes up and then there is a shocked wheeze.  Magnus felt no danger, but he smells the scent of fresh copper pennies, and he smirks as he looks over to a blushing but otherwise stoic Alexander.

“That will be discussed after the job is finished.” Alexander says calmly and if Magnus couldn’t see how pink his cheeks are, he would think him innocent of being involved.

-

“Kaleb, you’re relieved from duty.” Alexander tells his hunter and Magnus is amused, wondering if Alexander means to let Magnus be alone as a sign of trust.  And then Alexander is stepping down into the crypt and reaching his hand up, looking sincerely up at Magnus and murmuring, “watch your step, it’s steep.”

And Magnus falls.

Metaphorically, because even if he’d tripped or swooned Alexander would have caught him.

But he falls, because Alexander is competent and sweet and he’s everything that Magnus wants, and Magnus is going to find a way to keep him.

It’s easy to take the child’s memories and even easier to change it so that he won’t focus on his friend’s disappearance so much.  Then Magnus pulls back, and he smiles at Alexander.

“Can I name my price now?” Magnus asks, truly curious and Alexander nods, head cocked to the side but gaze steady and surprisingly trusting.

“I want you, darling. Any way I can have you. What will you let me have?” Magnus knows to be bold, because this is the only chance like this he’s going to get and Alexander is too high of a rank and competent of a leader for Magnus to just take him.

Alexander makes a considering noise and then Magnus is shuddering, because Alexander is on his knees, looking up at Magnus through his lashes.

“I can think of a few things.” Alexander murmurs and presses a kiss to the seam of Magnus’ pants before he rises, the pink higher on his ears and neck but something stubborn in his gaze. “But—” and his voice darkens with disdain, “not here.” Magnus follows his gaze to the mundane and grimaces in agreement.

“Agreed.” Magnus snaps his fingers and unhooks the IV’s, healing the marks before he portals the mundane to somewhere he’ll be found at a reasonable time. “There, like he was never here.”

Alexander looks at him with such relief and awe that for a moment, Magnus is tempted to try and convince him to get back on his knees. Except then someone is calling for their commander and Magnus has to quietly seethe as his Alexander goes cooler and colder the longer he’s turned away from Magnus.

“Alexander.” He calls, because he needs to know how deep it goes both ways and Alexander’s head snaps around, his eyes finding Magnus’ immediately.

“What do you need?”

Magnus is asked and it’s like the world doesn’t exist beyond him, even though he’s aware Alexander’s still listening to the chatter around them.

“Just you, when you’re ready.” Magnus reminds him and winks, stepping back and preparing to leave. Alexander will find him when he’s ready and Magnus has no doubt that it won’t take long, not when his boy is equally eager.

[luvbugs-blog]

most ardently

this is inspired by the two proposal scenes in pride and prejudice 2005 (which is one of my comfort movie). a sort of enemies to lovers with shoto todoroki.

(disclaimer: these two scenes are not mine! they are just something i changed up a little for the purpose of this fic! and the characters do not belong to me! i do not want copywrite issues!)

no warnings! angst to fluff! (if you enjoy this, please give me recs on what to write next. i am SEVERLY suffering from writer's block)

also, the tinist bit of iida x ochako, one because i just saw the cutest tik tok shipping them, and two because, why not?

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despite the party still raging on inside the dorms of class 3-A, you storm out of the building as fast as you could. you couldn't help but balk at the audacity of todoroki. it was pouring rain, but you didn't care. all you could think about was what midoriya accidentally spilled to you. how shoto had ruined your best friend's relationship, by warning off her beloved. then other memories of him started to bubble up, and soon, you were filled with rage. how he had constantly looked down on you, despite your cheerful attempts to get him to engage. how he always stood in the corner of the room at every party or get-together, looking around disdainfully, as if he wished he could be anywhere else. how, the first night you met him, he insulted your vanity, saying that your looks were not near pretty enough to tempt him, when he wasn't aware that you and your friend were in earshot.

making your way under some shelter, a few blocks from UA, you leaned against the wall, trying to catch your breath. in focusing on that, you do not notice a figure come up beside you.

when shoto clears his throat, you gasp, your mind going through thousands of explanations that could explain why your enemy has followed you. but before you can come up with any plausible choice, he speaks.

"l/n. i have struggled in vain and i can bear it no longer. these past months have been a torment. i came to this party with the single object of seeing you. i had to see you."

you stare at him in complete shock and confusion. what on earth is he getting at? but before you can voice any of these things, he continues on.

"i've fought against my better judgment, my family's expectation, the inferiority of your birth, my rank and circumstance,"

anger filled your gut once again as he spoke. well, your parents were no number one hero, but they were doing just fine with themselves! and even though you and your family weren't rich, it wasn't like you were poor! how dare he utter those words to you. and yet he continued.

"all those things, but i'm willing to put them aside and ask you to send my agony."

"i don't understand".

and before the last syllable falls off your lips, he utters "i love you."

he stares at you and steps closer. "most ardently." his voice shakes, and you feel so many different, contradicting emotions.

he swallows when you do not respond. "please do me the honor of accepting my hand."

there was a pause as you tried to recover yourself. finally you speak.

"todoroki, i appreciate the struggle you have been through, and i am very sorry to have caused you pain. believe me, it was unconsciously done."

his gaze hardens a bit. "is this your reply?"

"it is"

the rain continued pouring down around you.

"are you," he blinks. "are you laughing at me?"

"no" you respond sharply.

"are you rejecting me?"

you almost scoff, trying not to roll your eyes. "i'm sure that the feelings which have hindered your regard will help you in overcoming it."

his arms sway against his side for a bit, as if he wasn't expecting this response.

"might I ask why you rejected me with little hesitation? am i so repulsive?"

stalking up to him, you get in his face, pointing a finger at his chest. "i might as well ask why, with so clearly a motive of insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgment?"

his eyes widened, and he tried to double back. "no, believe me, i didn't mean-"

but this time, you didn't give him a chance to finish. "and if i was so uncivil for you to be with, then there's your excuse for such mockery of my character, but i have other reasons to reject you, you know i have!"

"what reasons?" the fact that he actually seemed shocked about this made you even angrier. you take a step back and wipe your face, clearing the raindrops that stained it.

"do you think that anything might tempt me to accept the man who has ruined the happiness of a most beloved friend?"

he stared at you, his mouth agape. he gave no answer, so you pressed on. "do you deny it, todoroki?"

nothing.

again you ask, "do you deny it, shoto? that you separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to the same heartbreak you subjected my best friend too? that you allowed them such misery?"

"i do not deny it."

"how could you do that?"

"because i believed your friend to be indifferent."

you actually scoff this time. "indifferent?"

"i watched them most carefully, and realized his attachment was much deeper than hers," he managed to stutter out.

"that's because she's shy!"

"iida too is modest, and was persuaded that she didn't feel strongly for him"

"he was only persuaded because you suggested it!" you started to raise your voice, overwhelmed with the truth.

shoto scoffed and looked away. "i did it for his own good."

"OCHAKO BARELY REVEALS HER TRUE FEELINGS TO ME!" you try to calm yourself, but nothing was working. "i suppose you suspect that his fortune had some bearing on the matter?"

shoto inhales quickly. "no! i would never do your friend the dishonor. although it was suggested that dating him would be advantageous."

"did ochako give that impression?"

"no! it pains me to say this, but it was shown in the lack of propriety by your other friends."

"wow."

"so this is your opinion of me? thank you for explaining so fully," he spat, "perhaps these offenses might have been overlooked, if your pride had not been hurt-"

you almost laugh in his face. "my pride?"

"- by my honesty in admitting scruples about our relationship. could you really expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?"

"and those are the words of a gentleman? from the first moment i met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to be with!"

shoto recoils, as though he had been slapped. "forgive me for taking up so much of your time." he abruptly turns to leave, not noticing the tears in your eyes due to the matching ones in his.

after he was out of sight, you fall to the wet ground, sobbing.

over the next three months, the two of you barely speak. and over that time, you really reflect on your time together. you realize that your feelings about him ran deeper than you thought, and you often cried about what could have been. but your pride prevented you from doing anything about it. you tried to put on a happy face around your friends, but they knew.

one night, at another party, this one to celebrate the end of midterms, you think back bitterly to how the last party ended for you. but you couldn't be too upset, when you see ochaco and iida cuddling in the corner. you were so happy for your friend, and apparently, everyone else too, and the couple got berated by their classmates the rest of the evening. smiling to yourself, you look around the room, before you meet mismatched eyes which cause your smile to drop. feeling overcome with sadness, you walk out of the party again, not wanting to ruin the mood.

the stars were beautiful tonight, but it was a bit chilly for you to properly enjoy them. you sit on some random bench you come across, just thinking. then, across the street, you see someone emerge. standing up, you wave him over. "shoto!"

"what are you doing out here?"

"oh, i," you were too embarrassed to tell him the real reason. "i just needed some fresh air." he hums in response, and silence falls.

you look at him, in all his glory, with his mismatched hair flowing in the wind. you shiver, which he notices, and suddenly the air around you is warmer. you smile at him, and his blushes.

"thank you for the kindness you showed to ochako. i need to make amends with you immediately."

"you must know," he responds quietly, "surely, you must know it was all for you. i thought you hated me. but when i saw you looking at me at the party, i allowed myself to hope, which i scarcely did before. if your feelings are still what they were, tell me so at once. my affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me forever."

relishing in his words, you remain silent. so he continues.

"if your feelings however, have changed," he trailed off, so you look at him.

he looks as though he is gathering confidence before turning to you fully, looking you in the eye, and grabbing your hand. "i would have to tell you, you have bewitched me body and soul and i love… i love, i love you. i never wish to be parted from you from this day on."

tears fill your eyes as you launch yourself at him. he holds you close, and you whisper. "i love you as well." you look at him with a twinkle in your eye and tilt your head. "most ardently."

he laughs, and you envelope yourself in it. he turns your head to face him and presses a soft kiss to your lips, which you return without hesitation.

author's note: i'm a little conflicted with this. i didn't want to change up the wording, but now it sounds like he's actually proposing, and you guys are still supposed to be at UA, and when i did change up the wording, it just feels wrong? i also cut the first proposal a little short to get the story moving. i hope you can find it somewhere inside of you to forgive me.

... oh well, just imagine it all works out the way i wanted it to in my head. lol. love you all, and i hope you are all having a wonderful week!

[rose-edith]

Hiiiii. I’m new to this but, can you do one where Gibbs and the team goes on a trip and everyone is at the pool and they are waiting for y/n to come out. And when she dose she has a swim suit on that Gibbs and tony would die for but Gibbs makes the move? Thankssss🧡🧡

Hope you like it! Feel free to request again whenever you’d like! (Also I know we don’t all look like Ashley Graham, but she’s a sexy, badass babe and I just really wanted to use the gif of her!)

Gibbs making a move after seeing your swimsuit would include:

•the idea of a team building day usually fills you with dread- having to listen to Tony’s incessant prattling, McGee’s chronic people pleasing and Ziva’s amusing but annoying erroneous idioms was always hard work. But this time you didn’t mind so much!

•a day at a pool, perhaps a little sun! A little rest! And best of all, the chance to do a little flirting- maybe get yourself a little rendezvous….

•you like your body, she serves you well! You live inside of her, you live because of her! So naturally, you make a point to dress and decorate her well!

•that said, you are a tiny bit nervous- you’ve gone for a sexy little two piece that leaves you feeling completely yourself! And you KNOW that no one on the team is going to say anything other than compliments about your body!

•what you weren’t expecting however, was the stunned, open mouthed reaction of your team mates as you stripped the sheer jacket off! McGee fell silent, Tony fell dumb- his mouth tumbling open, Ziva peered with a smirk at you over the top of her sunglasses, and Gibbs…even the normally confident man was silent.

•you could feel their eyes on you- astonishment, amazement, pride…and lastly Gibbs’s eyes- hot with desire and want. Oh how you hoped he’d make that move.

•but then you saw Tony take half a step forward, and your heart fell! You’d had enough of his frankly too persistent flirting!

•yet somehow as you felt someone get near to your body, closer enough for the heat to radiate off theirs and into yours, you were delighted to see that it was Gibbs! And your smile returned, causing an almost instant reaction in him. His eyes softened, he looked you up and down and a soft, pearly smile crossed his face.

•his hand landed on your lower back, his hand, his skin, rubbing up and down on yours- rubbing your back soothingly, his hand reaching high, and then low…naughtily low. You both shared a look…

•Gibbs was not a man of many words. But your bodies were doing talking enough- your head tilted right, and his closed in on your left, slowly-slowly, your lips met with hesitancy and tenderness. But as he responded to your questioning kiss, you grew bold! You kissed him harder, wrapped fingers in his hair, rested the other hand on his fine muscled body! You were lost in Jethro…and he was lost in you, still rubbing your back, letting the other hand trail across your torso.

•neither of you heard McGee’s gasp, Ziva’s chuckle or Tony’s exclamations of outrage. You were far too busy. Now if you’d known

•you couldn’t resist pulling away from Gibbs and flashing him a cheeky grin saying ‘you’re going to make me so wet’ he furrowed his brow, taking a step towards you- though there wasn’t really space, and you fell backwards into the pool, giggling as you resurfaced. Jethro hadn’t even noticed he was slowly backing you up, as if searching for a wall or a desk or something to pin you against!

•you cooed at him, and Jethro was smitten. He hopped down into the water, in rather a suave fashion, and pulled you straight back in for some more kisses, because like he said- if he’s going to make you wet, he’s determined to do it properly!

[x-ceirios-x]

City of Ashes, Chapter 17: East of Eden

please see the masterlist for notes about this series/collection of works

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“I think we should go in,” said Isabelle, her ear pressed to the library door. She looked up at Rowan, who leaned against the wall next to her then beckoned for Alec to come closer. “Can either of you hear anything?”

Alec leaned in beside his sister, careful not to drop the phone he was holding. Magnus said he’d call if he had news or if anything happened. So far, he hadn’t. “No.”

“Exactly. They’ve stopped yelling at each other.” Isabelle’s dark eyes gleamed. “They're waiting for Valentine.”

“I hate being locked out of the library,” Rowan said, pouting and arms crossed over their chest. 

Alec moved away from the door and strode partway down the hall to the nearest window. The sky outside was the color of charcoal half-sunk into ruby ashes. “It’s sunset.”

“Thank you, captain obvious,” Rowan said, a smile pulling at the corner of their mouth. 

Isabelle snickered and reached for the door handle. “Let’s go.”

“Isabelle, wait—“

“I don’t want her to be able to lie to us about what Valentine says,” she said. “Or what happens. Besides, I want to see him. Jace’s father. Don’t you?”

“I’m certainly curious.”

Alec moved back to the library door. “Yes, but this isn’t a good idea because—“

Isabelle pushed down the handle of the library door, Rowan grabbing the other side. The double doors swung open and the three entered. With a half-amused glance over her shoulder, she ducked inside, side-by-side with Rowan; swearing under his breath, Alec followed them. 

His mother and the Inquisitor stood at opposite ends of the huge desk, like boxer facing each other across a ring. Maryse’s cheeks were bright red, her hair straggling around her face. Isabelle shot them both a look, as if to say, Maybe we should have come in here. Mom looks mad. Rowan shook their head in response, reassuring her. 

On the other hand, if Maryse looked angry, the Inquisitor looked positively demented. She whirled around as the library door opened, her mouth twisted into an ugly shape. “What are you three doing here?” she shouted. 

“Imogen,” said Maryse.

“Maryse!” The inquisitor’s voice rose. I’ve had about enough of you and your delinquent children—”

“Imogen,” Maryse said again. There was something in her voice—an urgency—that made even the Inquisitor turn and look. 

The air just by the freestanding globe was shimmering like water. A shape began to coalesce out of it, like black paint being stroked over a white canvas, evolving into the figure of a man with broad, planklike shoulders. The image was wavering, too much for Alec to see more than that the man was tall, with a shock of close-cropped salt-white hair. 

“Valentine.” The Inquisitor looked caught off-guard, Alec thought, though surely she must have been expecting him. 

The air by the globe was shimmering more violently now. Isabelle gasped as a man stepped out of the wavering air, as if he were coming up through layers of water. Jace’s father was a formidable man, over six feet tall with a wide chest and strong build. His face was almost triangular, sharpening to a hard, pointed chin. He might have been considered handsome, Alec thought, but he was startingly unlike Jace, lacking anything of his son’s pale-gold looks. The hilt of a sword was visible just over his left shoulder—the Mortal Sword. It wasn’t as if he needed to be armed, since he wasn’t corporeally present, so he must have worn it to annoy the Inquisitor. Not that she needed to be more annoyed than she was. 

“Imogen,” Valentine said, his dark eyes grazing the Inquisitor with a look of satisfied amusement. That’s Jace all over, that look, Alec thought. “And Maryse, my Maryse—it has been a long time.”

Maryse, swallowing hard, said with some difficulty, “I’m not your Maryse, Valentine.”

Rowan made a face at his comment to her, though he noticed they held a sense of pride in her when she told him off. Valentine’s gaze turned to them. “And these must be your children.” He went on as if she hadn’t spoken. A shiver went through Alec as he stared him down, as if something had plucked at his nerves. Jace’s father’s words were perfectly ordinary, even polite, but there was something in his blank and predatory gaze that made Alec want to step in front of the two of them and block them both from his view.

He raised an eyebrow as his gaze landed on Rowan. “You,” he said, suddenly interested. Alec wanted to jump in and rush the two of them out of the library then and there. He was happy Jensen and Max weren’t here, too. “You’re not a Lightwood child. Who are you?”

Alec always admired that Rowan was never one to back down from a fight, but in this moment, he really wished they had some more self-restraint. “Rowan Ashfair,” the said plainly. “What does it matter to you.”

He chuckled as if amused at their name itself. “No doubt the child of that mundane and his brat girlfriend. Mollie, was it?”

Their expression snapped to one of rage—eyes widened, jaw set in a way he’d rarely seen in them before. They rushed forward, dagger in hand. “Keep my mother’s name out of your dirty mouth, bastard—”

Maryse caught them before they had the chance to attack the apparition of Valentine. In one swift motion, she caught their wrist, pulled the dagger from their hand, and turned them away from Valentine. Alec noticed how she kept a protective arm on them, half hugging them—he wasn’t sure if it was to protect them from Valentine or to keep them from rushing at him again. “Leave my children out of this, Valentine,” she said, clearly struggling to keep her voice steady. 

“Well, that hardly seems fair,” Valentine said, “considering you haven’t left my child out of this.” He turned to the Inquisitor. “I got your message. Surely that’s not the best you can do?”

She hadn’t moved; now she blinked slowly, like a lizard. “I hope the terms of my offer were perfectly clear.”

“My son in return for the Mortal Instruments. That was it, correct? Otherwise, you’ll kill him.”

“Kill him?” Isabelle echoed. “MOM!”

“Isabelle,” Maryse said tightly. “Shut up.”

Rowan looked up at her incredulously. “Maryse, you wouldn’t—”

The Inquisitor shot them all a venomous glare between her slitted eyelids. “You have the terms correct, Morgenstern.”

“Then my answer is no.”

“No?” The Inquisitor looked as if she’d taken a step forward on solid ground and it had collapsed under her feet. “You can’t bluff me, Valentine. I will do exactly as I threatened.”

“Oh, I have no doubt in you, Imogen. You have always been a woman of single-minded and ruthless focus. I recognize these qualities in you because I possess them myself.”

“I am nothing like you. I follow the Law—”

“Even when it instructs you to kill a boy still in his teens just to punish his father? This is not about the Law, Imogen. It is that you hate and blame me for the death of your son and this is your manner of recompensing me. It will make no difference. I will not give up the Mortal Instruments, not even for Johnathan.”

The Inquisitor simply stared at him. “But he’s your son,” she said. “Your child.”

“Children make their own choices.,” said Valentine. “That’s something you never understood. I offered Johnathan safety if he stayed with me; he spurned it and returned to you, and you’ll exact your revenge on him as I told him you would. You are nothing, Imogen,” he finished, “if not predictable.”

The Inquisitor didn’t seem to notice the insult. “The Clave will insist on his death, should you not give me the Mortal Instruments,” she said, like someone caught in a bad dream. “I won’t be able to stop them.”

“I’m aware of that,” said Valentine. “But there is nothing I can do. I offered him a chance. He didn’t take it.”

“Bastard!” Isabelle shouted suddenly, and made as if to run forward; Alec grabbed her arm and dragged her backward, holding her there. “He’s a dickhead,” she hissed, then raised her voice, shouting at Valentine. “You’re a—”

“Isabelle!” Alec covered his sister’s mouth with his hand as Valentine spared them both a single, amused glance. He watched his mother’s jaw tighten, as well as her grip on Rowan’s arm. Once one of them started, the other was soon to follow and now wasn’t the time. She muttered something in their ear and they silently nodded. 

“You…offered him…” The Inquisitor was starting to remind Alec of a robot whose circuits were shorting out. “And he turned you down? But he’s your spy—your weapon—”

“Is that what you thought?” he said, with apparently genuine surprise. “I am hardly interested in spying out the secrets of the Clave. I’m only interested in its destruction, and to achieve that end I have far more powerful weapons in my arsenal than a boy.”

“But—”

“Believe what you like,” Valentine said with a shrug. “You are nothing, Imogen Herondale. The figurehead of a regime whose power is soon to be shattered, its ruleended. There is nothing you have to offer me that I could possibly want.”

“Valentine!” The Inquisitor threw herself forward, as if she should stop him, catch at him, but her hands only went through him as if through water. With a look of supreme disgust, he stepped back and vanished. 

Alec released his hold on Isabelle, half expecting her to start screaming the moment he took his hand off her mouth. She didn’t. She stood beside him and stared as the Inquisitor stood, swaying slightly, her face a chalky gray-white.

“Imogen,” Maryse said. There was no feeling in her voice, not even anger. She released Rowan, who also stayed silent. 

The Inquisitor didn’t seem to hear her. Her expression didn’t change as she sank bonelessly into Hodge’s old chair. “My God,” she said, staring down at the desk. “What have I done?”

Maryse glanced over at Isabelle. “Get your father.”

Isabelle, looking as frightened as Alec had ever seen her, nodded and slipped out of the room. 

Maryse crossed the room to the Inquisitor and looked down at her. “What have you done, Imogen?” she said. “You’ve handed victory to Valentine. That’s what you’ve done.”

“No…” the Inquisitor breathed.

“You knew exactly what Valentine was planning when you locked Jace up. You refused to allow the Clave to become involved because it would have interfered with your plan. You wanted to make Valentine suffer as he had made you suffer; to show him you had the power to kill his son the way he killed yours. You wanted to humble him.”

“Yes…”

“But Valentine will not be humbled.” said Maryse. “I could have told you that. You never had a hold over him. He only pretended to consider your offer to make absolutely certain that we would have no time to call for reinforcements from idris. And now it’s too late.”

The Inquisitor looked up widely. Her hair had come loose from its knot and hung in lank strips around her face. It was the most human Alec had seen her look, but he got no pleasure out of it. His mothers words chilled him: too late. “No, Maryse, we can still—”

“Still what?” Maryse’s voice cracked. “Call on the Clave? We don’t have the days, the hours, it would take them to get here. If we’re going to face Valentine—and god knows we have no choice—”

“We’re going to have to do it now,” interrupted a deep voice. Past Rowan and behind Alec, glowering darkly, was Robert Lightwood. 

Alec stared at his father. It had been years since he’d seen him in his hunting gear; his time had been taken up with administrative tasks, with running the Conclave and dealing with Downworlder issues. Something about seeing his father in his heavy, dark armored clothes, his broadsword strapped across his back, reminded Alec of being a child again, when his father had been the biggest, strongest, and most terrifying man he could imagine. And he was still terrifying. He hadn’t seen his father since he’d embarrassed himself at Luke’s. He tried to catch his eye now, but he was looking at Maryse. “The Conclave stands ready.” Robert said. “The boats are waiting at the dock.”

The Inquisitor’s hands fluttered around her face. “It’s no good,” she said. “There aren’t enough of us—we can’t possibly—”

“Are you seriously giving up after all that?” Rowan asked. He could tell it was a moment of thinking out loud rather than meaning to say that to her, but one look from Robert made them stop talking. Not an angry look by any means. Simply one that reassured them that he had this under control. He knew Rowan always had a strange relationship with his father, struggling to accept any kind of fatherly role in their life for ages, but they held him in incredibly high esteem. 

“We should go very soon,” he said, turning back to Maryse. In his tone was the respect that he’d been lacking when he addressed the Inquisitor. 

“But the Clave,” she began. “They should be informed.”

Maryse shoved the phone on the desk towards her, hard. “You tell them. Tell them what you’ve done. It’s your job, after all.”

The Inquisitor said nothing, just stared at the phone, one hand over her mouth. He noticed Rowan biting back a grin. They locked eyes and their smile grew; they mouthed to him, prissy bitch. Isabelle entered not long later, and indicated for the two of them to go get prepared for battle. 

***

Rowan watched as Isabelle reentered the library, armor covering her body and runes covering what little skin was visible. They wondered if Jensen had helped and if he argued, wanting to come along. He was too young, though—he could barely handle three runes at a time, let alone full battle Marks. They didn’t want him caught in the crossfire of all this. Neither him or Max needed to be involved, and if they had to pissed them both off to ensure that, they would. 

They witnessed the moment between Alec and Robert—they understood Alec’s craving for validation from his parents, but specifically his father. There were many things involved in his offer for him to use his sword in this battle they were going for, and they each meant a lot to him. Maybe more than Robert understood. With a final look to Maryse and Imogen, speaking quietly in front of the desk, Rowan all but snuck out of the room, not wanting to make the tense air any worse. 

They passed Robert on their way out, keeping their eyes on the floor as they thought about what was coming next. They wondered if Clary was alright—if Jace kept his promise, if Magnus was helping, if Simon was alive. In the past few weeks, their entire world was thrown upside-down and backwards, but they felt like they understood a lot more about the shadow world than they did a few months ago. Unfortunately, more answers only paved the way for more questions. They still had so many things they needed to figure out, like their life and memories were some giant puzzle waiting to be solved. They didn’t know if they’d have the time. 

About ten feet down the hallway, they heard their name, and turned around. Robert stood just outside the library doors, beckoning them to come back. They did so, wondering what was important enough to call them back. 

He pulled a small, rolled-up bunch of material out from his jacket pocket. It was a soft, blue case with blue ties around it, holding it together.  “I know you don’t celebrate your birthday,” he said as they unraveled the case, “but I felt at sixteen you deserve something nice.”

They splayed the thing in their hands, looking at the set of small throwing daggers. They were polished silver, runes marking both blades and handles of each one. They ran their finger over one of them, studying the swirling patterns along the handle. “It’s—wow. They’re beautiful,” they said, looking up at him. “You didn’t have to—“

“I wanted to. Things have been…busy. I apologize for not giving these to you on your actual birthday. I didn’t forget.”

They smiled slightly—their birthday was certainly a strange topic, but they could appreciate the sentimentality and effort put into something like this, just to make them happy. “Thank you,” they said softly, rolling it back up and tucking it in the pocket of their sweatshirt. They didn’t want to risk losing these, but they also acknowledged that weapons were meant to be used, not decoration. They thought about bringing these along with them to confront Valentine’s forces. 

They gave him a polite nod and turned to return to their room, changing into their gear they kept there. Each knife from the set found itself in a sheath on their arms or legs. This was going to be the biggest fight they’ve ever been involved in—the fact that neither Maryse or Robert expressed concern about themselves or Isabelle being too young for it made that clear. The fate of the shadow world rested on each of their shoulders, but more importantly to them—so did Jace, Clary, and Simon’s fates. 

[heartidylla]

➫ my masterlist

if you find a scenario you’d like to read, comment it & i’ll prioritize that!

taylor swift — debut

tim mcgraw — agent whiskey

a past summer affair with your best friends ex, jack, hasn’t left your mind. your best friend treated him horribly, and you knew that fairly well. after bumping into him on your way to the bookstore, a new type of arrow struck you both in the heart.

picture to burn — javier peña

you and javier have always had a love-hate relationship. it’s always been a hassle to work around relationship wise because your prides are extreme, and you never want to apologize. it’s the reason as to when you have broken up, you both have a ended on the worst terms.

teardrops on my guitar — joel miller

everyone knows that you’re in love with joel except joel himself. so, even after all your signs of admiration for him, you’re left sitting on the sidelines and to watch your best friend fall in love with someone who is not you.

a place in this world — din djarin

caught up in a mixture of finding yourself and loneliness, you meet a certain mandalorian who offers you a spot in his world.

cold as you — joel miller

your dads best friend and you have had a secret relationships for quite some time now. it has slowly become harder to hide, and the guilt that has been building up in joel finally surfaces.

the outside — frankie morales

you’re santiago’s little sister who has been left out of everything between the group of guys. however, when you notice that frankie is depressed you try to push your way through his walls.

tied together with a smile — javi gutierrez

javi has been going through some self hatred lately due to his cousin’s comments. when he consoles in you, you make sure that he feels your admiration for him.

stay beautiful — javi gutierrez

you first meet javi at the beach, and ever since then you’ve been admiring him from the sidelines due to him being absolutely oblivious towards anything having to do with romance.

should’ve said no — javier peña

javier has always been known to be a casanova, and you blame yourself for ever expecting him to put away his informant antics and determine that your love is enough. sadly, he has yet to prove that to you. completely in character, he has screwed up again. this time you’re over his behavior.

mary’s song — javi gutierrez

you once believed love stories cannot be like the fairytales; however, once you experiences true love and made you’re own love story, you take back what you stated for years on end.

our song — frankie morales

during a small car ride with your boyfriend he plays a cd that brings up memories of your high school years.

i’m only me when i’m with you — din djarin

din is only ever able to let his guard down around you, and goes completely soft whenever you’re near.

invisible — joel miller

you watch joel falling in love with tess who seems to not be interested in him at all.

a perfectly good heart — joel miller

in a moment of overbearing stress, joel miller says somethings he wishes he could take back, but his pride is too massive for him to ever admit that.

taylor swift — fearless

fearless — oberyn martell

growing up with oberyn martell by your side (due to his father being your dads best friend) has come to be quite a thrill.

fifteen — javier peña

your highschool boyfriend, javier, turns out to be quite the opposite person as you expected him to be.

love story — din djarin

your knight, din, has secretly fallen in love with you; yet, you cannot indulge in those romantic feelings you hold for one another.

hey stephen — oberyn martell

your eyes laid on oberyn. his charming smile swept you away, and you couldn’t ever help yourself from catching feelings for him.

white horse — joel miller

joel miller, the asshole that he is, breaks your heart and tries to come back but it’s too late.

you belong with me — javi gutierrez

your best friend, javi, has laid his eyes on someone else and you can’t help but think he’d be happier with you.

breathe — joel miller

you and joel split up due to stress and not communicating properly. joel finds it extremely difficult to process.

tell me why — frankie morales

frankie has been picking fights at the smallest things with you due to his own complications and you are fed up dealing with it, even if you cherish him and his daughter dearly.

you’re not sorry — agent whiskey

from the moment you broke things off with jack he has been calling you, begging for a second chance and to explain himself; but, you’re done.

the way i loved you — javier peña

you and javier have always had some type of magical spark. one that spikes the evilness in the other as well as the beauty. however, you both split up because of a horrible fight and you try to move on but you can’t help but reminisce what you had.

forever & always — joel miller

as joel had gotten very drunk, he confessed his inner feelings for you. the next day, he feels insecure to those feelings which haven’t ever resulted in anything good and tries to run away from them.

the best day — din djarin

you had the best day with your adoptive dad and brother, grogu. :)

change — oberyn martell

oberyn learns to finally finalize the long-time battle with himself as he put in every ounce to revenge her against her murders; with you by his side, he was finally able to achieve that.

jump than fall — joel miller

you meet joel in a supermarket, and your progression up his pyramid slowly increases. you can tell he’s comfortable around you, but you can’t help but notice the smallest details of his mannerisms that only come out around you.

untouchable — din djarin

you and din are stargazing in silence from within the razor crest, but someone that moment of silence speaks more than what your words ever could.

come in with the rain — javier peña

you have known javier for years now — since you were kids to be in fact. you’ve spent just as much time trying to figure him out than admiring him from afar. when he comes back from columbia, you try and help ease his decreasing mental state; but, he doesn’t want to be helped.

superstar — din djarin

in two opposing tribes, the youth you and din started secretly meeting up. you take notice to a lot of things about him, especially how enthusiastic he is about honoring his tribe. sadly, your ears betray you and you start to notice the people that surround him as well: his fangirls.

the other side of the door — javier peña

during a heated fight, you walk away from javier which leads to him standing all alone. though, what you don’t say is that you want him to follow you. you want him to show if he truly needs you or if it’s all for show.

today was a fairytale — din djarin

a young princess and her future knight go out secretly on a date. let’s just say … it certainly was a fairytale.

you all over me — agent whiskey

jack goes through all the stages of missing you after he lost you due to his foolishness. he’s tortured by reminders of you everywhere he goes.

mr. perfectly fine — javier peña

javier has pushed you too far over the edge this time which results in a huge blowout. you not only can’t get over the way he treated you, but you wish to make his life miserable for such.

we were happy — javier peña

your high school lover has to depart for his dream job that he has been working for since he was young, and the first couple months consist of you reminiscing the way you two loved.

that’s when — agent whiskey

after jack had a moment of foolishness, you needed time to think it all over. as much as it upsets him, he knows it’s for the best.

don’t you — frankie morales

after being forced apart due to the requirements of his job. after months of being gone, he comes back and seeing him is inevitable.

bye bye baby — javier peña

after catching javier with another informant, you are finally over his antics which he seems to not be able to put in his past; unwillingly leaving him for good.

taylor swift — speak now

mine — frankie morales

during college, you meet frankie who has somehow wondered into your life. slowly, he breaks down your walls and pushes through them.

sparks fly — oberyn martell

as a maid, you notice a lot about oberyn over your many years serving him. unnoticed to you, he watches you from afar as well… until he finally gets the chance to talk to you up close.

back to december — javi gutierrez

due to your own personal insecurities that was brought to light because of your parents. you forget that not everyone is out to get you. that you aren’t alone at all. between that blurred line, you unintentionally hurt the one person who has ever cherished you and you terribly regret it.

speak now — javier peña

as your childhood crush, javier, is getting married you cannot help but think of everything that you two could possibly be. when it gets down to the final moments, your gazes connect .. and you get the sudden urge to commit to something you won’t ever be able to come back from.

dear john — joel miller

as freshly graduated college student, you take an instant interest within a guy you meet at the super market, joel, whose complicated mind comes into your life for the better and worst.

mean — pedro pascal

after acting out your first role alongside pedro pascal in a rom-com, the public takes you upon the lighting as a personal threat and attacks you. they throw their weapons in a form of utter violence and desperation for pedro to look their way or give them his attention. however, the complete opposite happens and he supports you through your first floor of hatred. the next thing you know, you’re making your musical debut to confront all of the haters.

the story of us — din djarin

you and the mandalorian had a spark once before; however, it ended on horrible terms. two years later, you awkwardly cross paths once again. will you two be able to rekindle the love that still lingers?

never grow up — joel miller

joel watches as you and ellie grow up with a sense of melancholy.

enchanted — din djarin

as a princess, you weren’t allowed to talk to outsiders. however, one night at a ball you take a walk in the garden and that’s the moment you meet a certain mandalorian.

better than revenge — agent whiskey

a woman from work seems to fully believe that just because she has jack’s attention for a moment that he’s automatically hers.

innocent — frankie morales

you help frankie through the worst time of his life.

haunted — frankie morales

frankie leaves abruptly for work after promising you he was retired for good. you cant help but feel betrayed, and the moment you see him again after years of regretting him .. you make it known you’re not on talking terms.

last kiss — frankie morales

when frankie parts with you due to his inability to take care of himself, you were left heartbroken. he seemed to believe that he was completely alone within this world, that not even within your arms he would ever have a true home besides the battlefield. at some point in time, after years of fighting his own thoughts, you let out a deep breath and gave up. yet, that doesn’t mean you don’t miss him.

long live — pedro pascal

as a worldwide loved singer, pedro pascal attended one of your concerts due to going through a rough spot with his career and mental health. he was within your sight the entire time. he danced, hyped you up, and sang the entire time. after the show, you go out of your way to personally express your gratitude for his support and offer for him to come along on your journey as one of your guitarist. you two hastily build up a bond based off of many nights staying up and creating music along with one another.

ours — frankie morales

frankie worries about the communities opinion on your relationship, and you have to reassure him that he’s the only one you want.

if this was a movie (fearless?) — joel miller

joel and you abruptly breakup due to a moment of anxiety, and yet he doesn’t try to get you back.

superman — din djarin

din saves you from a dangerous situation, and it slightly sparks a mutual connection between the both of you. over time, you gain feelings for him and yet have to admire him from afar.

taylor swift — red

state of grace — javi gutierrez

you accidentally bump into javi within a busy street which caused his shirt to become ruined. you’re kindness sticks like honey within his mind, and soon enough you find him once more.

red — joel miller

a flashback of your greatest loss of a lover who brought out more emotion in you than you could of ever imagined.

treacherous — din djarin

as much as din hates the idea of putting you into danger, he can’t help but indulge himself within your warmth.

i knew you were trouble — javier peña

during a celebration party within a bar, javier bursts through the door making your eyes lock onto his. he smirked at your curious gaze, and that was the moment you knew how much trouble he would become.

all too well — joel miller

you remember your bipolar relationship with joel all too well.

22 — javi gutierrez

a fun outing with you, nick cage, and javi … that might consist of some hard drug usage.

i almost do — frankie morales

as frankie is countries away from you, you wonder if he’s in agony from the lacking of you as much as you are for him.

we are never ever getting back together — javier peña

after a continuous on and off relationship with javier, you finally break things off for good and improve your life for the better.

stay stay stay — javi gutierrez

after a small dispute between you and your boyfriend, you go up to him and tell him how you really feel.

the last time — joel miller

after always missing the mark with joel. you’re tired of the constant worrying and fighting for him to be part of your life. however, shows an interest in trying to work out one last time.

holy ground — agent whiskey

after meeting in a cute coffee shop, jack starts to show up more in your life.

sad beautiful tragic — frankie morales

long distance is hard, it’s even harder when the other is playing a dangerous game.

the lucky one — pedro pascal

being new to the fashion and fame, you can’t help but take notice to pedro pascal’s behavior towards the public eye.

everything has changed — javi gutierrez

a fateful meeting erranged by your parents changed your life for the best.

starlight — din djarin

after secretly leaving a mandated ball, you and din run off and have your own together.

begin again — javi gutierrez

after a tough breakup, you meet the definition of sunshine who completely changes your opinion on love.

the moment i knew — joel miller

after your dads best friends and your situationship, joel miller, doesn’t show up to your birthday party, you knew that things were over.

come back … be here — frankie morales

after leaving in the middle of the night for a mission, you instantly end things between the two of you because you know him better than he knows himself.

girl at home — oberyn martell

you know that oberyn has a wife, but you can’t help but give into his charms.

ronan — oberyn martell

the aftermath of oberyn’s departure from your life has been incredibly difficult for you to handle.

better man — javier peña

you cant help but wish that javier peña would change and be the better man you know he could be.

nothing new — pedro pascal

meeting pedro on the mandalorian set had been extremely exciting as it had been your first real role and it blossoms a friendship. however, as the years passes and your relationship with pedro grows your fortune and fame slow down you start to wonder if he’d still enjoy your presence you if you’re no longer shiny and new.

babe — javier peña

after breaking every promise he once eased your concerns for, you will not listen to a single excuse that he tries to make.

message in a bottle — javi gutierrez

after mutual pinning between you and javi begin to spike, the only way that you’re able to communicate it to the other is through passing of notes and stolen glances.

i bet you think about me — oberyn martell

living on a small farm, you’re shocked by the number of times you’ve ran into oberyn martell. he puts in more effort to know you than you’d expect from someone of such high status, and yet he is still succumbed to marrying another maiden.

forever winter — frankie morales

after coming back from the most traumatic experience of his life, he starts to feel utterly alone in his own melancholy. you find yourself unable to help him see the other side of things.

run — pedro pascal

the fame for the both of you have grown to be quite the trouble, and at a very important event he proposes to run away from everything. the paparazzi, the tabloids, the media … everything.

the very first night — javi gutierrez

after you and javi split up due to the dangerous of his life and how they may affect you, you can’t help but wish to return to his side.

taylor swift — 1989

welcome to new york — javi gutierrez

javi shows you around his hometown.

blank space — javier peña

as a new dea agent in a male dominated field, you prove to everyone around that you’re a force to be reckoned with — especially javier.

style — javier peña

all throughout high school, you and javier have been titled the most attractive couple. when javier left to achieve his dreams of becoming a dea agent, you’re forced to move on. though, you can’t experience the love that you shared with javier with anyone else. one day, you find javier standing on your doorstep.

out of the woods — joel miller

you have joel have been going through a rough patch in your relationship. the question rises that if you’re able to survive it?

all you had to do was stay — frankie morales

you rose an ultimatum for frankie to decide whether he would rather go off and return to his job, or stay by your side.

shake it off — javi gutierrez

you teach javi a way to cope with his cousins crude comments.

i wish you would — joel miller

your fathers best friend has always had a tight hold on your heart. after a violent fight on the phone, the both of you split apart and overtime you soak in the bath of missing him.

bad blood — oberyn martell

being apart of the lannister bloodline, you knew that oberyn loathed you from the first time he laid eyes upon you. throughout the years of seeing one another, you always tend to throw daggers at the others mental state.

wildest dreams — din djarin

being a princess hasn’t always been easy for you, especially when you’re in love with the head knight within your kingdom. when you are forced into an arranged marriage and he’s going off to fight in a war .. things get tricky.

how you get the girl — javier peña

javier peña screws up with you big time and had six months of pure torture to fully digest the severity of what he had put you though. one day he arrives at your doorstep asking for a second chance.

this love — joel miller

pre!outbreak joel instantly felt a spark between you two from the first time he saw you within the windows of a coffee shop. after the outbreak, you two were separated. minds filled with fear as to what happened to the other. until one day where you reunite.

i know places — agent whiskey

a secret love affair causes to meet in secluded areas where you can prove your devotion for the other without the consequences.

clean — frankie morales

after coming back from the high of his traumatic experience, he fell into an addiction with cocaine that seemed to be his only support. that was until you came into the picture and cheered on the sidelines as he fixed himself for him … and well, you.

wonderland — agent whiskey

the moment you and jack met, you were unable to not rush into things due to the infatuation you held for one another. you got completely lost in his presence. as fights and flaws surface, you wonder if these feelings you hold for him will be able to overcome all the other obstacles.

you are in love — din djarin

you meet the mandalorian within a small towns bar and one thing leads to another and you find yourself on a journey with him and developing feelings faster than space travel itself.

new romantics — din djarin

a joyful moment in your adventures with din and grogu.

taylor swift — reputation

… ready for it? — joel miller

within a bar you eye down joel who was the talk of the town. similar to you, everyone spoke of his rugged nature and temper. somehow, from across the bar and never meeting him you seem to connect with him on a spiritual level by one shared glance.

end game — pedro pascal

being the most talked about musical artist due to your extremely popular produced music and your heavily talented group of friends started off being extremely exhilarating. though, overtime the your reputation began to deteriorate due to the tabloids that stuck their pitchforks at you. eventually, you drifted away from the public eye to take a much needed break and that’s time period that you met pedro pascal who was gaining his attention within the media.

i did something bad — javier peña

going off of protocol in order to catch a narco with javier leads you both into some deep shit, even if you succeeded.

don’t blame me — oberyn martell

after an attempted assassination on you, oberyn tears down the entirety of his kingdom in order to find the rat that tried to take you from him.

delicate — javi gutierrez

your reputation within the town is questionably low for never talking with another. that’s the sole reason why you were shocked that another person held no disregard for you, and wanted to get to know the real you.

look what you made me do — joel miller

the outbreak caused a moral crisis with you and joel, and sometimes you just had to adjust to the cruel nature of the world.

so it goes … — javier peña

a private work love affair sparks between you and javier who have to keep everything between you two on the down low.

gorgeous — agent whiskey

after getting a little too drunk you were finally able to talk to jack (you’re long term crush that you watched from afar due to being too nervous), and a tension rises.

getaway car — joel miller

pov: running away from your past life with the thrilling new addition to it.

king of my heart — oberyn martell

you’ve always been on your own, and you were perfectly fine with it. that was until you began to be annoyed by the prince of doran who seems to take quite the interest in you.

dancing with our hands tied — javi gutierrez

as a result of your romance being completely secret, you and javi go through multiple close calls to your love being revealed.

dress — javier peña

a work event is underway, and you feel someone’s eyes trail you the entire night.

this is why we can’t have nice things — pedro pascal

you have always been known to host parties for all of your friends almost weekly (depending on your work schedule), and yet all of them turn their backs on you the moment the tabloids blatantly lie. all but one person, pedro.

call it what you want — pedro pascal

when your reputation falters, you run away into a private haze with your lover.

new year’s day — pedro pascal

hosting a new year’s eve party has never felt so bittersweet before.

taylor swift — lover

i forgot that you existed — javier peña

feeling as if the entire office is watching your every move, javier peña comes into your life to try and ease it.

cruel summer — javier peña

one summer night you were invited to a anniversary party of one of your friends, and you begin to realize the suffocating feelings you experience around your childhood best friend, javier peña.

lover — pedro pascal

after mutual back and forth pining with the obstacle that is fear of rejection, you and pedro find comfort within each others presence. later on, you’re proud to call him yours.

the man — javier peña

being in a male dominated field you come across multiple misogynistic comments which get the point that they want you to quit clear. you bite back, and only one person stands by your side.

the archer — joel miller

you knew how guarded joel was when you first met him and noticed his attacking stances. when you try to get closer to him, his spikes come out to push you away.

i think he knows — frankie morales

meeting your brothers best friend didn’t cross your mind to be a big deal … that was until you actually met him.

miss americana & the heartbreak prince — oberyn martell

the public doesn’t seem to like your relationship with oberyn and began to throw their tantrums about such an arrangement. however, if it’s you and him against the world then so be it.

paper rings — javi gutierrez

what more can i say than you want to marry him with paper rings?

corneila street — frankie morales

the first meeting you and frankie had ended up in a taxi and casually talking and mindlessly exchanging numbers. you never would’ve expected him to become such a major part of who you are, and the thought of losing him makes you physically ill.

death by a thousand cuts — joel miller

you didn’t let anyone in on the details of your love with joel. yet, that all backfires on you when you two split apart and your left to talk to the traffic lights about your greatest loss.

london boy — agent whiskey

you knew you were infected when you first laid eyes upon the cowboy and hear that childish laughter of his.

false god — javier peña

unwillingly being apart of the cartel, your undying love with a dea agent was absolutely insane and suicide if you were found out. however, you cant stop yourself from diving into your desires for him.

you need to calm down — pedro pascal

the reaction of the entire the last of us cast to the public’s reaction to the LGBTQ+ themes within the show.

afterglow — javi gutierrez

insecurities cause you to become wary in your first stable relationship. you look for mistakes that aren’t truly there and hurt the one you love most.

me! — agent whiskey

nobody is like you, and nobody is like your cowboy side piece.

it’s nice to have a friend — din djarin

you finally let’s someone into your life, letting down your walls. as much as you two were guarded, it’s nice to have a ‘friend’.

daylight — pedro pascal

you meet pedro on the set of the unbearable weight of massive talent, and unknowingly to you he’s a huge fan of all your films. soon enough, he’s mended to your hip and you’re casted in multiple films together as well as groups of people you hang out with.

taylor swift — folklore

the one — frankie morales

your pen pal, frankie morales, has been writing to you about his time in service. you write back and show him your support from a distance. as time goes on, the writing back and forth isn’t enough for him so he asked to meet up which you obliged. a romance starts and then finalizes when frankie succumbs to his previous nature once more, leaving you astray with the memory of him and abandoned letters.

cardigan — joel miller

as much as you knew joel like the back of your hand, he has always been afraid of commitment which leads to you having a friends with benefits type of relationship. one day, something in him changes and you notice straight away: he’s softer around you. that .. that terrifies him and sends him running away, leaving you all alone in the terrifying world.

the last great american dynasty — pedro pascal

the public’s opinion has always meant the world to you. you thrived on those good comments, those words of approval whenever you showcased an outfit or movie. the eyes of others made you feel worth it. the moment all of that comes crashing down, everything you built being burnt by lies, you crash and burn just as fast. you leave — disappear almost, and only pedro cares enough to check in on you.

exile — javier peña

since you and javier broke up, you have made it a point to move on .. to be happy without him beside you. it was challenging, but not seeing him everyday kade it much easier to push aside memories and focusing on someone new. however, the moment you see him in the brightly lit club, you cant push back the memories anymore.

my tears ricochet — din djarin

being a refugee princess, din takes it upon himself (and by being persuaded with your fathers money.) to take you away and protect you. though, that becomes much more of a struggle than he believed it were to be.

mirrorball — oberyn martell

oberyn has slept with everyone under the moon … everyone but you. you don’t understand why due to the fact that you two have become extremely close over the past few months. he hasn’t ever offered to take you to his chambers, only ever dinners and to spend time with one another. all the signs point to you that he is into you, but yet he doesn’t make a move.

seven — javi gutierrez

your childhood best friend has always been an enthusiastic soul. he beams like the sunshine, and yet you feel as if you’re the cloudy skies that ruin everyone’s days. he wants to tell you how much he adores you, but the words seems to be caught on his tongue.

august — frankie morales

due to your and frankie’s undying despise for one another, benny had proposed a bet that you both couldn’t act like you tolerated each other for a month straight. if you were to win, he’d give you concert tickets to both of your favorite singers, and if he won he’d receive $200 each.

this is me trying — frankie morales

you and frankie go off on a road trip together and the time alone brings along new coming feelings for one another. the only downside is that frankie is a mess and doesn’t know who he is while you already got everything figured out.

illicit affairs — joel miller

after a simple blind date that was conjured up by your peers, you and joel both have different perspectives on your newly founded connection. joel believes that it’s just a fling due to his tendency to push people away while you think it’s fate and he’s the love of your life.

invisible string — oberyn martell

if oberyn were to become king, he’d need a shiny, good looking side piece. that role was forced over to you by the hands of your father. even if you didn’t like or even KNOW him, you had to obey your fathers conditions. you didn’t have to talk to him, like him, or suck up to him, it’s all just for show … right?

mad woman — agent whiskey

after unexpectedly bumping into jack at a mutual friends wedding, you two communicated back and forth the entire time due to not knowing anyone else. at the end, you exchange numbers. as you both climb up the pyramid of one another’s hearts, it’s a stab in the chest to find out he’s been off fooling around with another woman.

betty — javier peña

coming back home from the hostile environment which columbia had provided him, he’s anxious that he’ll be spotted by his high school lover. it’s not that you two ended on bad terms, it’s just that he had betrayed you and wasn’t able to forgive himself. so, from afar he supports and looks out for you, whether that is with a boxed up poncho on a rainy day or your favorite chocolate that mysterious ends up on your doorstep.

peace — joel miller

during the pre!outbreak, you and joel had dropped off your kids every day at the same daycare. you never took much notice of him, but he did. one day, you accidentally bump into him and your coffee splatters all over his shirt which completely ruins it. then, outbreak happens and you two run into each other when all is chaos. that day .. you’ll never forget it.

hoax — javier peña

going up against javier in court is rough, and you constantly have to sneak through the cracks to keep him on his toes. not only that is it rough because of that, but you’re also in a private fling with him. the moment you sense infidelity, you take this case to a personal level and go for his throat.

the lakes — pedro pascal

being at the peak of both of your careers it is extremely difficult to find a moment to yourself, even more so with other people without any cameras being targeted onto you at all times. your beloved costar, pedro pascal, is experiencing the same type of harassment from the media. whenever you two get a moment alone the cameras begin to flash, separating you both into your own worlds of fame.

taylor swift — evermore

willow — oberyn martell

as a prince, oberyn shouldn’t ever be seen with the less fortunate. he should surround himself with the most luscious living styles. however, he can’t help but fall into the arms of his gardener whenever he needs a break from his suffocating life.

champagne problems — javi gutierrez

you never believed that being in love was anything that you could achieve. not that it wasn’t real, but it just wasn’t for you. javi tries everything in his power to make you see that love is for anyone especially you.

gold rush — javier peña

living in an apartment in columbia, your life has always been extremely stressful. after researching ways to ease this built up tension within you, you decide to get a puppy. the untrained pet tears up your neighbors flowers, and that was the moment you met the breathtakingly handsome javier peña.

‘tis the damn season — javier peña

you’ve always had this attraction for javier, even with all of his blatant flaws you cannot help yourself by indulging in him whenever he magically appears within his hometown. without being in contact for so long, you know that his first stop is always you whenever he’s near.

tolerate it — joel miller

you have always been a hit on the softer side. you tend to give your everything into someone as you pour all of you out into small acts of gratitude. when you meet joel, you see right through his walls and you try everything in your power to make him feel your admiration which causes you to realize that you had underestimated his ability to guard himself and not show any emotion.

no body, no crime — agent whiskey

after being locked in a loveless marriage that’s filled with infidelity and neglect, jack and your best friend este takes it upon himself to free you from your hellhole. if he can’t have you, nobody can .. especially your ex husband.

happiness — frankie morales

due to your job as a secret nurse for the injured soldiers that make their way into your care, you inevitably meet frankie. he reluctantly spends quite a few weeks in your care, and during that time he tries to build up his courage to ask you out. when his time comes to an end .. will he be able to get the words off his tongue?

dorothea — javi gutierrez

you and javi have always been best friends, even when you two were crawling around on the ground absentmindedly there has always been a certain sense of mutual admiration. you were always there for him, visa versa. when you grow up, you become well known through your singing career and him his fathers buisness. however, the only difference is you move away from home due to your parents and he stays back.

coney island — frankie morales

frankie and you have always been complete opposites since the day you met him. your brothers, william and ben miller, have always been super protective of you and kept you away from the tragedies that occurred abroad while you stayed and finished your studies to become a therapist. while you’re open about your feelings, frankie isn’t. while your comfortable within your own skin, frankie isn’t. while you’re content within your direction of life, frankie absolutely isn’t. over time, you two develop some sort of connection between one another that cannot be denied and the opposing traits within your lives may or may not crumble you to the ground.

ivy — oberyn martell

being wedded to another man who treated you poorly has always been your worst regret; however, there’s nothing you can do about it due to the fact that it was arranged in order to keep peace throughout the kingdoms. your heart has always been oberyn’s to hold, and he’s well aware of that. to keep your family name in tact as well as taking charge of your own happiness, you and oberyn have a secret love affair that consists of alleyway talks, walks within the flower-filled valleys, and sending of letters.

cowboy like me — agent whiskey

after unknowingly dropping your wallet, jack picks it up and ensures that it returns back to your side. when you do get it back, you sense a particular type of connection that binds you two together as if you’re similar to him in a way. you’re guarded, always have been, always will be and perhaps so is he. will either of you ever be able to let down those walls that you hold dear?

long story short — din djarin

being one of the most reliable bounty hunters, he takes on one that is worth more than he’s ever been paid prior. however, this catch has taken the title of being one of his greatest catches and gives him quite the hard time. over time, his frustration slowly turns into admiration of her quick thinking skills.

closure — javier peña

as the ambassadors daughter, you hold a high regard around the office as you come just to help out the helpless workers around. you knew how hard they work and you admire that about them. javier, however, is the only one on your bad side due to his lacking of personal space towards women in the workplace. steve and you are close. in all honesty you’re best friends and you’ll sign him whatever paper work he may need since you have that authority within the work place. javier keeps his eyes on you, intrigued by you over all aura. even long after you leave to branch out elsewhere, he still sends you letters updating you on everything.

evermore — joel miller

after his first love, he never thought that he’d ever find another chance. the older he got, the more hope died out. when he first met you, you were a simple librarian who took on a motherly role to sarah who loved to listen while you read to her. she honestly just loved being in your warm presence that seemed to affect joel in some way as well. even though you may seem as if you have everything together, you’re just as much of a mess as joel is and you don’t exactly know how to express that to him.

right where you left me — javier peña

to catch a cartel member, you and your obnoxious partner, javier, have planned out to go undercover as a married couple to inch closer to the target. even if you loathe him, the closeness between you two during these times have began to soak into your heart which is dangerous since all this is and ever will be is acting.

it’s time to go — oberyn martell

after being forced to marry oberyn, you gave you all into making sure his life was perfect the moment he stepped foot into the castle. you prepared every meal with precise instructions after knowing his favorite meals, and set the table beautifully every time he sat down. though, even with all that you were doing for him he still found pleasure in other people. even after all you’ve done, he continued to treat you like a ghost and you finally have enough of it.

taylor swift — midnights

lavender haze — agent whiskey

the moment you met jack, it was magical. as if like sparks flew instantly which swarmed you two. however, being the head of secret agency’s daughter .. there was a lot which could split you two apart for good. you’re the first thing that made sense and brought out a passion in him since his first love — his high school sweetheart.

maroon — joel miller

being the pretty little thing next door to joel, it was only inevitable that you two had formed a bond within the grey area of romance and friendship. you two had increasingly contrast and difficult problems that only caused you two to split apart. two soulmates that met at the wrong period within their lives.

anti-hero — din djarin

having a difficult time processing the fact that someone like you — or anyone for that matter, could ever truly love him without seeing his face. so, he pushes you away. he wants you to leave, but couldn’t handle it if you left. he’s slowly learning how to love. more importantly, how to love himself.

snow on the beach — din djarin

taking on the position as nanny for grogu within their newly founded house as din goes off to collect bounties had struck up some mutual interest within both parties. you couldn’t help but wonder through stolen moments of this unknown and unstated tension between you if he truly wanted something more from you or just for you to watch the kid you truly enjoyed being with.

you’re on your own, kid — frankie morale

being the new girl in town has caused a lot of talk to spread around about you. you had moved here after your father had virtually kicked you out after years of putting up with his bullshit. you were on your own, and then all of a sudden you bumped into frankie who was equally as fucked up as you were. you both devoured within the broken pieces of the other, as if you found some comfort knowing that you’re not the only one who sees the world as a abyss of only suffering. sadly, you tend to break off the remaining healed bones that the other has.

midnight rain — javi gutierrez

arriving in javi’s hometown, you were a undercover agent to seek out his dirty secrets about his family. you never expected to fall so fast for him and his sunshine light; however, that’s exactly why you left him broken-hearted in the rain as he had been left watching your disappearing figure on one knee. he should’ve know that your worst fear of all really was commitment.

question …? — javier peña

being the ambassadors daughter, you were always considered a ‘good girl’. you were innocent, kept away from all the dangers of the world and flushed into the world of books and fantasy that gave you a taste of the type of affection which you craved for. your best friend since arriving at the headquarters, steve, had always been tied at your hips which resulted in your inescapable meeting with javier who would ruin your entire life for the better AND worse. your world completely flipped after looking into those dark eyes which were always filled with an indescribable emotion.

vigilante shit — oberyn martell

after the lannisters had killed off your brother, you and oberyn team up as an indescribably attractive and dangerous duo. the power which you both held together was a high you never wanted to come down from, and frankly, neither did he. he flushed himself within your demeanor, and never wanted to come out from those depths that only you could put him through. you both take the revenge which you desperately craved for, as well as a dip into each other.

bejeweled — din djarin

after a small fight with din over your contrast personalities, you decide that you needed a night out to get this built up tension off your shoulders. going to a club, all shimmery and glamoured up, may become your worst nightmare as you notice din had come to follow you. from the shadows, he closely analyzed you as you continued to party and dance like nothing he has ever seen before. in that moment, he realized how much he was lucky to have you alongside him. you both brought out things in each other which you couldn’t imagine without them.

labyrinth — joel miller

after his wife left him with sarah, he was terrified to raise a child all alone. the pain overtook him. he didn’t think he could ever do such a thing no matter how hard he tried — without his wife, no matter how difficult she was, he felt completely incompetent. the cries of a baby and anxious clattering on the porch brought you to look over the fence to take in your neighbor’s panicked state. without a second thought, you jumped into action and helped him. that was a moment he felt the first wave of affection directed towards only you.

karma — din djarin

being a heavily leveraged princess that had multiple admires and enemies, your father had bought a certain mandalorians protection to keep you safe. little did he know that you and that mandalorian named din, would ever develop a secret relationship. he was your bodyguard that would completely demolish anyone which stood in your path by the snap of your fingers.

sweet nothing — pedro pascal

being a middle class person who had a decent job, decent house, and decent clothes; you were walking back to your small apartment in the streets of new york. you didn’t notice someone walking past you and you accidentally slammed into them. you weren’t on social media due to your personal mental health and how much it affected you, so you didn’t know that you had bumped into pedro pascal. you quickly apologized, and left without another word which caught him off guard by not being recognized. you started seeing him everywhere, which slowly developed into something more. you wanted absolutely nothing from him, and it was so sweet.

mastermind — din djarin

the moment that you noticed din within a small farmers market down town, it was only because he had accidentally bumped into your hand when trying to grab a fruit for grogu. you softly smiled at him and apologized, taking in his shiny appearance. you couldn’t tell that his mouth was completely agape, and he had already been planning of a thousand different ways to make you love him and make it seem completely effortless.

the great war — javier peña

during the battle between the cartel, a secret relationship was the last thing you needed on your plate; yet, low and behold javier peña had forced himself into your guarded heart, and yours into his. you both held up walls so high which continuously blocked each other out more than shields did to protect the living from bullets. the war between the cartel, your lacking to commit to javier, and his informants, brought too much pain and suffering to the both of you. if he’d ever survived this horrid patch with you still standing beside him, he swore that he’d bend down on one knee and propose to you.

bigger than the whole sky — joel miller

being joel’s longterm friend, he was appalled to hear that you had been holding back announcing your engagement to him. he never liked your partner due to the fact that he never treated you exactly how you deserved. you and him held this certain attitude towards the other that you only could receive once in your entire life; yet, you both continuously made a point to stay within this grey area towards one another. you both feared rejection terribly, being — meaning too much to the other to ever risk losing that. so, joel sucks everything he feels for you up, and watches you as you walk down the aisle with a solem look of pure disappointment.

paris — pedro pascal

after getting increasingly tired of your ‘friends’ who consistently gossip about everyone under the sun, you decide to drift into one of the balconies in paris. your eyes soon met the darker ones held by pedro pascal on the other buildings balcony that faced yours. who knew that in later dates you would be running down the streets of paris alongside him getting drunk within the abyss that only consisted of him.

high infidelity — javier peña

“just one minute”, was the phrase that you and javier had engrained into your souls. that was until you found out that after all the time you spent together you were his mistress. you continue to love him from a distance, making choices for the benefit of him without his input.

glitch — frankie morales

after a one night stand, which was only suppose to be a ONE night stand, you keep on meeting frankie in the most awkward times. the more you spend with him, the more attractive he gets — the more you want to know him not only physically, but more deeply … mentally. you didn’t care about the level ugliness in him. you could only see the man who has been nothing but an agent to you.

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve — javier peña

being considered a ‘sweet, innocent, good girl’ amongst the entire town which resided in texas was the first thing javier heard about you. you were on top of church meetings, you baked cookies for kids every wednesday, you took it upon yourself to do community work which nobody else would do, but most importantly .. you helped out his father all the time. due to his old age, he couldn’t do a lot of housework and being his neighbor you were more than willing to assist him. javier was the complete opposite of you, and that only brought you to be more interested in him. however, all of that would fade when he brutally took every piece of your innocence and completely left you to return to the battle against the cartel.

dear reader — joel miller

being a student of professor joel miller, you took extra sessions that he offered in order to get a better knowledge about his lessons. in all honesty, you began to go to him for life advice and he would assist you. though, the more time you spent together … the more time you started to analyze him. you managed to squeeze your way through into his aching heart and see the real side of him. the one that goes to an emptily home and drink his way to sleep, the one that you would make everything better by just being by his side for support.

hits different — pedro pascal

after a critical breakup between you and pedro, you were left broken hearted. it took a bigger tole on you than you thought it was going to. you got more drunk at the private bars than you ever thought you’d do. the public opinion was just as heartbroken as you since they cherished you two together more than anyone else. you were voted as most loved public couple and now that just seemed to be its own joke every time you looked at the award within your apartment. you soak yourself within the feeling of disappointment. then, you heard a familiar key turning down in the hallway and you immediately perk up at the thought of the ‘what if?’ question.

[asukamood]

More DS Drue for the soul

Dreamswap by onebizarrekai

Warnings: Suggestive at the end?? Kinda?? Dream being insecure about his eyes and Blue being absolutely shameless.

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Now that they were finally dating, Blue had now a valid reason to keep sneaking into JR’s building because apparently ‘coming back because the CEO has a pretty face’ isn’t an acceptable one. Of course that was nonsense, which is why Blue didn’t stop trespassing the security system to see Dream, who didn’t seem to mind it one bit.

But that didn’t matter anymore, now he was free to roam around as he pleases, even though the only places he would ever be are the ones in which Dream would be. That narrows it down to pretty much four options: His office, in which he spends at least 99% of his time ( even though that value lessened considerably because of Blue forcing him to take breaks), the orphanage, the interrogation room and the inner garden.

The latter was… well not confidential per say but not many had access to it. The ones who did were Dream and the ones he trusts and since gaining Dream’s trust is no easy task, the ones who were allowed to step foot in this place could be counted with one hand. Blue held a lot of pride at the idea of being one of them.

The winged man would go to that garden mostly to take a break from the outside world or rest when everything was too overwhelming to him, which sadly happened often because of the amount of pressure put onto his shoulders. But that was to be expected, after all, almost the entire multiverse counted on him to lead them to the greatest form their world could take and proceeded to throw onto him everything they could think of.

In Blue’s humble opinion, they should respectfully take care of their own business instead of giving every chore they don’t want to do to his boyfriend.

Either way, this day had begun like every other. Blue woke up at his usual hours, ate his breakfast, fed Alora before going to teach his yoga class. Nothing shady or unusual happened during that time, save from the usual ranting of a Karen here and there but that was part of the routine, it was not like Blue had any trouble dealing with them anyways,

These people were way easier to deal with than most people would think. After all, you only needed to say what they wanted to hear with maybe an additional flattering sentence and they would leave you alone with a satisfied smile, acting as if they were above everyone else, now that someone pretended to back up their opinion.

He entertained them until the end of his shift and when the time was up, he quickly exited his work place and teleported immediately to the Justice Reigns headquarters as fast as humanly possible, eager to seek Dream’s attention.

Yet upon stepping foot in the latter’s office, the obvious lack of scribbling pen and the sound of tired sighs signaled that his beloved was in fact, absent. One glance towards the unmoving and empty wheeled chair confirmed his theory. Blue arched an eyebrow but shrugged it off, coming to the conclusion the winged man was out visiting the orphans.

So he turned on his heels, clicking the door close behind him before skipping away towards the orphanage. Its building was pretty much the core of the infrastructure, heavily guarded and surrounded by the other sections like impregnable walls. It made sense he supposed, Dream held these children close to his heart and as the ones who need the most protection and supervision, this seemed like a good idea to cover that need.

His eyes traveled through the window and noticed that while there were some groups scattered here and there, the usual gathering of children in one place that would happen whenever Dream was near was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t here either.

He could neither be busy in a raid nor the interrogation room since he would always warn him about going there beforehand, which only left one option.

He was in the garden, most likely subject to burnout or something along these lines. Whatever it was, the most important information here was that his boyfriend wasn’t feeling well and that just wouldn’t do, he had to do something about that.

Without a second thought, the teacher turned back and hurried to the garden’s double glass doors, he swung them open, allowing the cool breeze to hurry past him, blowing his hair in the process.

The place was filled with different flowers from different origins, all of them scattered everywhere, making this place seem like something straight out of a rainbow because of how colorful it was. Of course, the National green of the bushes helped uniformize the group and tie them together to the earthly bounds they were stuck with.

However, the bushes of flowers weren’t usually the first thing that most people noticed upon first glance. Some roads passed through the entire garden, beginning at one of the four entrances and ending at the center, the core, of the yard.

There, a huge tree stood proudly, protecting the little flowers with its shadow from time to time. What made it so special was the color of its leaves which were a bright golden color, so similar to the wings the person who planted it is, any time of the year.

It could be the howling wind of fall, the frost of winter, the gentle sunshine of spring, or even the heat of summer. The tree remained as still as the bedrock, never changing.

Right in front of it was a beautiful fountain, the sound of the water crashing onto the little pond was able to calm down even the most striking of fury. It was no wonder this place was Dream’s designated break place from reality.

Blue walked up to the tree before suddenly taking a turn to end up right behind it, arms brushed by the branches of the nearby bushes. As he had theorized, the winged man was present.

He was curled in a ball, his back pressed against the oak of the fruitless tree as his golden wings were wrapped around him like walls, shielding him from the outside world.

Blue’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, Dream was feeling worse than he had initially thought. In normal terms, he would have found him laying down on the grass as if he was about to make an Angel in the snow, an elbow put in front of his eyes. He wondered what could have happened for him to end up like that… well there was only one way he was going to learn that.

He leaned down, his finger poking the additional limbs that fluffed up at his touch, slightly perking up. “Got any room left for one?”

No vocal reply was given, instead, one of the wings opened up, leaving just enough space for the man to walk through the defensive wall. Once his left foot got inside, the wing quickly went back to its original position, blocking once again the entrance to the castle.

Dream hadn’t moved an inch. His face was still buried deep in his arms which were placed upon his knees, his thighs pressed against his stomach. He didn’t give any reaction either, whether it was a movement or a sound, when Blue crawled up to his side and sat down next to him, leaning heavily on the other.

“So,” Blue started with a soft voice, trying to think of everything that could have made Dream end up so upset. “What’s wrong? What has made my beautiful Angel feel so bad?”

Even with his buried face, Blue was still able to spot Dream’s cheeks slightly glowing red from the compliment. He was so easily flustered, Blue found it adorable.

A muffled sigh escaped the other’s mouth, whose legs finally detached from his stomach and face separated from his crossed arms. His facial features showed nothing but fatigue, lips pressed firmly against one another in a thin line, eyes half lidded and glistening with a sadness you would normally not be able to discern.

“It’s silly.” He responded, voice hoarse. “You’d laugh at me if I told you.”

Blue scoffed, knees falling on the ground in front of him. He rotated his body so he would face the other and proceeded to grab him by the shoulders, forcing him to stare back at him.

“Nonsense.” He stated, expression lacking his usual playfulness. “No matter how insignificant you think the problem is, you know that if it’s something that upset you I would never dare laugh at it.” Dream looked away from him at the last part, knowing he was right.

His hands slid down Dream’s shoulder blades to grasp his hands. “You can talk to me Dream, I won’t make fun of you. Even though you look very pretty when offended, I prefer by far seeing you smile.” The upset man’s cheeks redden again, this time more noticeable than the last, yet he made no demand for Blue to stop it.

“Well I just… I had a lot of things to do today.” Communication outside of the speech area was always a living hell for Dream’s introverted self, who suffered at each social interaction he had to have on a daily basis because of his status. That was the reason why he locked himself in his office to work most of the time, which usually made everyone leave him alone for once.

That same problem was also one of the reasons as to why he had so much trouble telling what was wrong with him.

“Paperwork, interrogating criminals, speeches…” He enumerated, playing with Blue’s fingers as a distraction as he did so. “You get the idea. I was getting pretty overwhelmed so I left the building to do a raid.”

Blue nodded, motioning for him to continue. He was tempted to scold him for not taking a break instead but that could wait for a few more minutes.

“Everything went as it usually did and we managed to get rid of most of them.” He resumed, his moves on Blue’s hand lessening. “At one point I was left with the leader of the cult and just when I was about to kill him, he told me-“ Dream cut himself off there, his hands going static as he looked down.

“Take your time.” Blue said, his fingers tracing little patterns on the other’s hands like he had done a few times before.

The familiar action seemed to comfort Dream in a way, if his deep exhale was any indication of that. He took in another breath before he finished his sentence. “He told me I was a ‘golden-eyed freak who’s never gonna be able to make the world a better place’.”

After he was done articulating the last word, his eyes seemed to glow more with tears.

‘Golden-eyed freak’ Yes, Blue now saw where the problem was. Even though Dream himself had never confirmed it, he had a feeling that the latter was insecure about his eyes for reasons that escaped him. Adding to that the usual stress and the side comment that basically meant his hard work was gonna be fruitless, it was pretty understandable as to why Dream reacted the way he did.

He stayed silent for a second, thinking of the best words he could use in that situation, before he brought the politician closer in an embrace. “Well you may not think so, but your eyes really suit you. As I said countless times before, you’re nothing short of handsome.”

Dream flushed again, hiding his face by pressing it on Blue’s shoulder. “As for that little comment, I still want to point out the fact you’ve improved this world a lot already.” He continued, Dream’s vanilla scent filling his nose because of how close he was to him. He wouldn’t complain of course.

Blue then proceeded to spend the next minutes reassuring his boyfriend with completely rational and logical words. It seemed to work but he wasn’t smiling yet so satisfaction was not in the party as of now.

“Now that you’re feeling better, I demand cuddles.” Dream snickered, pulling him closer. His wings had retreated to his back, idly standing there until their owner would make use of them again.

Blue smiled, simply nuzzling Dream’s neck. “You know Angel, I value my breath so I would appreciate it very much if you stopped taking it away everytime you smile.” Above him, Dream grumbled half heartedly. He could feign annoyance with his flirting as much as he pleased, he wasn’t gonna fool Blue. He knew he loved it.

“Just stop looking at me then.” He replied, eyes fixated on the double glass doors a few meters away. Blue clicked his tongue, sitting up to cup Dream’s cheek in his hands, successfully grabbing his attention.

“What if I like looking at you?” He asked, staring into Dream’s golden eyes with a grin. “It’s not my fault if you have such a beautiful face… Of course, I don’t mind looking at the rest but that would not be so appropriate now would it?” He caressed his cheek and winked, fully aware of what the last part could sound like.

Under his hand, he felt the other’s face warm up and turn a darker shade of red. “You’re insufferable.”

“Oh please.” Blue let go of him, dramatically plopping himself on Dream’s lap. “You know you love it. Well not as much as I love you but still pretty close.”

“I love you too…”

“Wh- Hey, why did you look away?” Blue whined, face twisted in a pout. “Let me look at your face.”

“No.”

After that, the two spent at least a good hour just sitting there and cuddling, goofing around like the idiots in love they were, completely forgetting anyone could see them through the glass doors.

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Sands walks along the beach with long strides, figuratively breathing in her nose and out her mouth in order to calm down.

"Sands, hold on!" Steven jogs to catch up with her from the boardwalk, "what just happened??"

"Not now," Sands hopes the edge in her voice gets softened by the waves crashing a dozen feet away but the effect might've been the opposite.

Steven finally catches up with her, his concern picking at Sands' pride unconsciously, "Sands, come on, you have to tell me what happened-"

"Why do I HAVE to tell you-"

"Because otherwise it just looks like you blasted a Ruby threw a wall for no reason," Steven tries to incorporate a chuckle, giving some benefit of the doubt here.

Sands crosses her arms and looks over Steven's head like she's trying to pick out a distant light house. They might both be older but she's still a head and a half taller than him. "Do you think I would pummel anyone for no good reason?"

Steven thinks about that for a little longer than Sands would like, "Well, no-"

"Then don't worry about."

"Did she do something? If she was bullying you, we can handle that, we don't need to cause property damage anymore."

Sands actually laughed at that, a little of the tension released, "Bullying me? No, Principal Steven, I was not being bullied."

"Then??" Steven spread his arms.

"Eh, that Ruby just kept thinking I was someone else, and would not drop it, so eventually, well...A rock has her limits," Sands shrugged.

Steven lowered his arms, his brow furrowed some, "You just got annoyed?"

"Yup," Sands replied, clearly not giving Steven the contrite vibe he was looking for.

"Sands, that wall you destroyed will take Bismuth time to repair. That Ruby could've been cracked," Steven explained, "I know you were annoyed-"

"One," Sands put up a finger, "no one died, and two", another finger, "Bismuth is constantly looking for things to build and repair anyway."

"That's not the point and you know it's not!" Steven argued, "you can't just go around doing that! I know this is hard-"

"Would you lay off?!" Sands snapped, the sand around her becoming slightly jagged with caltrop like spikes. Steven yelped and floated in the air away from them, "you're not in charge of me, that Ruby will learn some fucking manners from this!"

Steven glared back at her and turned a bright pink, "Would it kill you to stop acting like your mom?!" He yelled with a lot more force than he expected and actually pushed Sands back five feet from where she had stood her ground.

Sands and Steven stared at each other in silence, stunned.

OH DAMN!!! :O I LOVE SEEING SOME INTERACTION BETWEEN THESE TWO! steven and sands being teenage siblings with their own anger issues mixed with their powers makes for some good tension! i feel so sorry for the ruby, but that does bring up a good point that sands definitely would've learned that that's how you deal with something that's bothering you. man i love the ending! what a sucker punch to say!

[authorandimarie]

How about a snippet

Some context first: this is from my pride and prejudice retelling. Annie is my Lizzie character and Dom is my Darcy character. It's uh, a very different story. It follows the events of the og story, mostly. Annie is a secret telepath and Dom is a secret precog. If Annie had told the truth when she was 6 she would be fine, a government slave, but fine. As is, if the government finds out she's looking at execution. Dom would be dead regardless (well, he would have been taken in secret and trained until adulthood where he'd have been tested and if he was powerful enough (and loyal enough) he would've worked in secret for them or he would've finally been executed like it would've said on his death certificate several years prior). They know each other's secrets which is huge.

And here we go. From chapter 21: Intertwined

I suck in a breath as a warmth slowly spreads through me. Dominik looks down at me, smiling. It’s so relaxed and open as if this is the safest place for him to be. A tingle moves through me at that thought. I pull him down for a kiss.

Dominik sets a slow pace, much much slower than when he got me off. It’s way more intimate, more vulnerable. We move together, enjoying the feel of each other, of our heat, the way we fit so well.

Something happens, like a wall crumbling. It’s not painful but I feel what Dominik feels. It’s more like emotions and sensations than thoughts. I push him away a little and he looks down at me, brows furrowed. “I-I can feel you,” I say moaning a little as he pushes inside. His feelings wrap around mine, intertwining so deeply I can’t tell where his end and mine begin. “Oh goddess,” I breathe.

Letting out a single breathy laugh, Dominik says, “I can feel you too.” He pushes in deeper this time, to emphasize his point.

“N-no, I can feel”—I moan as he does it again—“you. I can’t, I can’t turn it off.” It doesn’t hurt. It feels amazing actually. Everything is more intense.

“Oh.” Dominik stops, buried deep inside me. He doesn’t look mad, but he searches my face. He must not see what he’s expecting because he tilts his head, puzzled. “That’s okay. I trust you with my thoughts.”

My heart squeezes and my vision swirls.

“Annie, breathe,” Dominik says softly. “Breathe.”

I suck in a breathe. Of all the things he could have said. I trust you with my thoughts. It’s like he forced my brain to restart and it’s slowly booting back up. I trust you with my thoughts. No one has ever said that to me. No one’s ever trusted me that much. Quin would make me practice after my diagnosis, thinking if I just used it more then maybe I wouldn’t suffer. It didn’t work and I could tell it made her uncomfortable even if she didn’t voice it, even if she kept those thoughts buried deep.

“I’m sorry. We can stop,” Dominik says, sounding worried.

I realize then I’m crying. I shake my head. “No, no don’t. I—Can I show you? Can I show you what it feels like?”

“Will it hurt?” Dominik says slowly, hesitant. I don’t blame him. He’s seen the pain telepathy it brings me.

“No.”

A tentative smile spreads across his face. “Then I don’t mind.”

I roll my hips to get him going again and he eagerly matches my rhythm. Taking a deep breath, I open myself to him, embracing the feeling and sharing it with him. He moans, deep and rumbling and buries his face in my neck. With each push, the feeling builds. It’s not him and me. It’s us. I lose all sense of self. I lose all sense of time and place.

When we come, and we come together, it’s like a million stars explode across the universe. We are those stars, bright and beautiful. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

Spent and shaking, Dominik pulls out and flops to the side, still partially draped over me as if he doesn’t want to sever this connection we have. “I never want to have sex any other way again,” he says, between breathes.

[addict4kpopp]

Insecurities • Park Jimin

Summary: A young girl that has been bullied for half of her life for her appearance meets a charming and charismatic man who helps her open up and be proud of who she is.

Genre: Romance, Mental Abuse, Insecurity

Pairing:Park Jimin x Fem Reader

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"Tch, look at you. Do you think anybody will want crap that is ugly like this???!" Your bully said towering over you while her companions laughed. 'Ugly duckling! Ugly duckling! Ugly duckling!!,' Everyone began chanting, I felt so hurt that I pushed the girls out of my way and ran quickly to the bathroom. Tired of all the bullying I was getting at home and school, I began to cry, "I can't take this anymore."

I decided to spend my entire class session inside the bathroom, ashamed and timid to go back to my classroom, that's when the only thought that ran through my head was the thought to end it all. Hearing the lunch bell echoing throughout the hallway, you headed up to the roof of the school building. Inhaling the intoxicated smell of the cold winter day, I closed my eyes as I felt tears exiting them.

Taking a deep breath, I reopened my eyes and placed my backpack on the bench to the rear wall before removing my school shoes ready to admit your end. I was just about to step off to the edge of the wall when I heard a sweet, angelic calm voice behind me, "What do you think you are doing?"

Shocked and surprised, I spun around losing my footing but I was saved just in time as the man grabbed hold of my hand as fell right into his opening arms. My cheeks felt hot as I quickly jumped to my feet, embarrassed at what happened. Giving him an apologetic bow, "I-Im sorry."

He folded his arms over his chest as a small giggle escaped his lips, "No need to do that, the best thing is that you are alive."

Rapidly grabbing my belongings, I was about to rush down the stairs when I heard the man stop me, "What's your name??"

"My name is Sara Choi."

"I hope we'll meet again soon."

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Finally, the last bell of the day rang and you were definitely not grateful mainly because your plan had failed and you were brought to the principal because so overseers saw what took placed with the bullies.

You were about to go through the school gate when you spotted the dude that saved you on the rooftop, trying to avoid him you lifted your hand to your cheek to hide your face from him but that was when you heard him shout your name.

Seeing that the unavoidable could not be unavoidable, you stood in your exact spot as he jogged over to you. With a jagged breath he asked you, "You going home right now??"

"Yeah. I am, why?"

"Let's go out." You felt your body shiver, "Ew, no." That's when he started to laugh, "Wow, Ms. Choi, your expectations are very far."

"Not it isn't, " You muttered as you stared at the ground feeling the sense of embarrassment creeping in. "Let's go." Grabbing onto his wrist, you pulled him behind you but that's when you were halted by some familiar footsteps. Slowly, you looked up to see, her, Jang Hana. "I see, you have added a new toy to your collection."

Jimin pulled you back making it possible that you were behind him. As he stared at Hana, you felt the atmosphere around you feel dark and cold. "If I were you, I'd leave her alone from this day forward." He said as his tone got deeper but instead of feeling any intimidation, Hana began to laugh as if she had officially gone mad. "Ha! What do you think you can do to me? Fight me? Kill me?"

Letting go of my hands he walked over to Hana, gently leaning over to her ear, "Babygirl, I can do something even worse." That's when all the pride that she had suddenly disappeared as her face began pale. Stomping away on fury, you started to giggle as you walked over to him, "What did you say to her that made her so pale?"

As he winked at me, you felt your stomach fill with butterflies, "That's our secret."

"Oh? So your keeping secrets?"

"I'll let you in onto it, soon. Now, let's go get something to eat."

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After enjoying the delicacies, the two decided to walk through the park not too far away from the restaurant. Walking along the bridge, you had decided to ask the question you longed to ask about, "So, what did you say to her?" He turned to look at you, looking a little confused, "Hana. What did you say to her?"

"Oh, I just told her that she should leave you alone or else she'd suffer some consequences." You just nodded as the cold night wind blew through the hair of both. You were interrupted when your phone began to ring, "You should answer it."

You nodded, "Yeah but I have something I wanna say." He stared at me so attentively that I had to take a deep breath in. "Jimin. You are the first person I have ever met that made me feel like-" You were cut short when you felt his soft plump pink lips against yours, without giving this a second thought, you kissed him back passionately. Pulling apart, you looked up into his beautiful siren eyes, "What was that for?"

"To prove that I love you."

[kariachi]

More Reboot Shit: So I’ve seen people try to say that Kevin didn’t even really build the Antitrix? Like Vilgax just possessed him or some shit and built it himself then, rather than continuing to possess the child to further his own goals, just sorta left him to do whatever. The crux of the proposition seemign to be Vilgax staying that he, quote, “used [Kevin] as a vessel to finally complete my own design”, end quote. And there’s multiple problems with this theory, including ‘why do that in the first place’ because there’s just no reason to. Not when he could just as easily, if not more easily, escape the Null Void and just build it his own damn self then, and not have to worry about some child running around doing god knows what and constantly fiddling with it. But the big one, the massive one, is real simple-

Vilgax never claims to have built it.

At no point does he say ‘It’s mine I built it’ or anything of the sort. And it’s fucking Vilgax so it’s not like he thinks having possessed a child would ruin his reputation, or wants to spare Kevin’s feelings. This is a fucker who would delight in bringing Kevin’s pride and confidence in having built the watch crashing down around his ears, and in a movie that’s half built around emphasizing how small and damaged and alone Kevin is and how that last part doesn’t have to be so. There’s every reason, if Vilgax built the thing, or fuck even if Vilgax was the one who supplied the parts for it, for that to be explicitly mentioned. And it isn’t.

Instead Vilgax’s whole claim is that the watch is his because the design is his. That the watch was made using blueprints he drew up and therefor he has the primary claim to it. Well, that and he’s bigger than Kevin and might makes right (though damn but my son puts up a fight).

More likely is it’s just as the show says- Vilgax gave Kevin a dream where he showed him the blueprints, and Kevin did the work from there.

Which still doesn’t answer the question of fucking why. Like, my original theory that Kevin just randomly and by pure chance dreamed that shit made more sense than Vilgax deciding to send his completed blueprints to the most obstinate child in the galaxy so the child could, hopefully, build them correctly and not destroy that shit or something in the time it took for him to come and try to collect it rather than just, again, save himself the trouble and just build it his own damn self. So I’m gonna throw out two potential theories on why Kevin got that fucking dream in the first place, wtf was going on there.

When Vilgax says “complete my own design” he’s being entirely honest. He’s smart but he’s not Azmuth, or even Albedo, and while he mostly had how to make the Antitrix work down, he ran into that nice little wall creators do where you just can’t figure some spot out. So, dude does the whole dreamwalking thing (on Earth because the Omnitrix being there makes things more convenient parts-wise) and hands the blueprints off to a handful of people with the plan to, once he escapes, trawl their brains for their thoughts on the matter to hopefully give him some new ideas from these fresh eyes. Only to then return to Earth and discover that he doesn’t need to trawl shit, because one of the fuckers not only figured out where the problem was and how to fix it, but also built his own. How very convenient, time to rob a preteen. Just don’t expect him to ever acknowledge that the design was, as a result, more of a collaborative thing.

He didn’t actually do it on purpose. “But Achi-” Fucker was essentially dreamwalking there’s no reason to believe that, just like with dreaming itself, you can’t not always fully control that shit! Vilgax dreamwalks in his sleep, can’t actually be sure whether that dream where he got into the dreams of and shared the blueprints with some seemingly random human kid was just a dream or if he actually did that, figures he doesn’t have to worry about it because it’s a random human kid even if he did throw the blueprints at them what would they even do with them. Eventually comes back to Earth, only to realize that said kid actually understood the blueprints and built himself an Omnitrix. How very convenient, time to rob a preteen. Just don’t expect him to admit that the whole thing was an accident.

Both theories answer the question of ‘why’ with ‘because Vilgax never expected somebody else to build it’ in one form or another, which makes more sense than anything involving him wanting it made and in the care of somebody else when he arrived since there’s too many variables involved there for someone as smart and cunning as Vilgax supposedly is to want to bother with.

They don’t answer the question of where Kevin got the parts needed to build the Antitrix, but then nothing so far has adequately answered that question. Because if Vilgax had all the parts lying around- the closest thing to a ‘proper’ (aka ‘doesn’t require Kevin to be too damn whatever for this planet or at least the majority of fans’) answer anybody’s thrown at me- then why didn’t he go and build it rather than keep trying to grab the Omnitrix without the edge the Antitrix would’ve given him?

Other possible options include-

‘Kev, for one reason or another, has access to some serious tech and used it to full advantage’ (fun fact: a pre-season 3 theory of mine, when all we knew was Kevin was going to have his own watch, was that he was going to be related to Phil and have built it using parts from his lab and his notes on the Omnitrix, and I still think that would’ve been a very fun direction to take things),

‘Kevin doesn’t have access to serious tech but is smart enough to figure out how to put that tech together with what he’s got once the blueprints are in front of him’

‘Kevin doesn’t have access to that sort’ve tech or the knowledge to make it at this age, but the propensity towards magic use his poetry has carries over into other shit he makes, meaning the Antitrix, in contrast to the Omnitrix, is actually magitech’.

There’s probably others but this is off the top of my head. Honestly given the show all are about equally reasonable.

We’ll probably never get a canon answer even if they did make a sequel series to the reboot (which doesn’t seem likely to me at this point, normally we’d have heard something), anymore than we’ll ever get follow-up on what happened while Kevin was trapped in space and time or how he got out, but que sera sera.

We do what we can with what we have.