#and also i realised cropping it would make it look. MORE... aha...

[istherewifiinhell]

Okay also the wrestling with images and meaning. Conceptually. I think ive come to terms with....... that image is like. A pinup. On the sauciness scale. it ISNT really. objectionable in any reasonable way or particularly.... scandalizing. (I think???) but. certain viewers may. may. pick up on the authorial intent. or perhaps. mood or mode in which it was produced.... just a thought.....

[etherealluminescence]

Could I request MC being distant with their demon bro S/O and hanging out with their brothers more. The bros don’t know why. Do they wanna break up? Do they need some space away? Do they like another one of the bros more? As they go to talk things out with MC they overhear them talking with the other bros about how they want to plan the perfect date for their 1 year anniversary and need their help in making sure everything goes well. How do the bros react??

Of course anon! Sorry for the late reply, here you go! I just got back from the hospital, aha guess who has sciatica, that might not go away for months? aha aha. 2021 sure is a bang!! (:

Side note I got a free pull on chapter and got a UR but literally nothing on my ten pull not even an SSR that I didn’t own. I only got one SSR. This is luck and so unlucky.

Brothers react to GN!Reader being distant..?

Lucifer

Lucifer was often busy, and he knew that. He stayed up late and had to attend many meetings, but you’d always be so understanding and he loved that about you.

But recently, you haven’t been waiting for him in his office or running to his office with a warm cup of tea, telling him not to overwork himself like normal.

At first he was not super concerned. You must be busy getting your midterms done, and studying! You want him to be proud of you and praise you.

However he happened to go for a break and see you leisurely chatting with his brothers? And not studying? After noticing him, you avoided eye contact and ran.

He was concerned and knew something was up. He would confront you, but it seems like you did not want to talk to him. Did he do something wrong?

He started taking a few breaks, and sort of stalked you. He was getting annoyed and was going to finally corner you, until he heard Mammon very loudly shout out this was going to be the best anniversary date.

Asmo was also clapping and cheering talking about how cute/cool you would look for your anniversary date for Lucifer. It finally clicked.

He chuckled to himself as he walked back into his office and quickly finished off his work, after being in a good mood. He’s been so busy recently he failed to realise your anniversary was so soon.

When your first anniversary date finally came, he was calm and collected. Before you could even tell him the plan, who pulled out some flowers and chocolate, giving you a chaste kiss on the forehead.

Mammon

He was having a really bad day, losing all of the money he just earned, and wanted to cuddle you.

You were nowhere to be seen, so he waited for you on the couch, seeking your warmth as soon as you returned.

However, you came back with Beel,, and Lucifer,, and Belphie... why??? Why would you hang out with those guys?? On a Saturday?!

He pounced and cuddle you, and chased off his brothers. He cuddled you in front of the door, and wouldn’t let you get up for twenty minutes and kept mumbling “you’re my human!”

After head patting and backrubbing, he sat up and got off of you. You gently got up and told him you’ve got things to do, but you’ll cuddle later.

Later never came, but you talking to his brothers did. Why weren’t you giving him attention? You were his! He was your first! And that includes first to talk to about your day!

It was completely accidental, but while he headed to your room to cuddle, he heard you pleading with Lucifer to not be mean to Mammon for awhile, and to help make your date smooth.

He thought you were asking Lucifer on a date, but then he heard his name, and one year anniversary.

Fuck. He forgot that existed. Wait wait wait. His human is setting up a date? He’s so proud.

You already know that he knows because he’s utterly confident approaching you and puffs out his chest and swings his arm around your shoulder,

He thinks he’s so sneaky, but you all knew that he knows. If that’s the case, he may as well get his snuggle time back now.

Leviathan

You would go to Levi’s room every evening after dinner just to hear him ramble on about his newest merch, or to cuddle him and give him an abundance of affection.

However, recently you’ve said that you needed to focus on your grades a bit, since you were failing, so you’ll make it up to him when it’s over.

Of course he didn’t question it. A normie like you still has to occasionally study. He was going to play some horror games he recently bought, so it was for the best.

He was so absorbed in his games he didn’t notice you haven’t stopped by for a week, or that your grades weren’t even bad. That was until..

“Shit.” He hissed as he reached into an empty drawer. All of his emergency rations were gone, so he’d have to leave his room to fetch somemore. He begrudgingly made his way to the kitchen, where he found you laughing and joking with his brothers.

He didn’t enter, only watch through a small creak in the door and let his mind go wild. Did you hate him? Why are you laughing? Is mammon actually funny? Why are you nodding? Why is there that excited look in your eyes?

He ran away back to his room seething with rage. He was jealous, yet afraid. A thousand thoughts went through his head, to the point he was ignoring you when you approached him.

You were concerned, but it made your job easier. Though, this made Levi angrier and caused him to doubt himself more. Why weren’t you chasing after him??! It’s obvious he wants you to ask him what’s wrong.

He finally marched to the living room, his jealousy outweighing his self-doubt, and was about to confront you. Until he heard Beel say he got the reservation at a cat-maid cafe downtown.

What? And then he heard Mammon say that he found the figurine of a limited edition Ruri chan you were trying to get for your anniversary.

Shit oh man. Levi forgot about your anniversary. He thought you said you didn’t want to do anything?? He’s keyboard smashing while his face goes red, running to his room.

Are you really doing this for him?? A yucky otaku?? Is it true you actually live him? His jealousy instantly cleared and he became giddy, and then worried about what to get you.

On the day of the date he fidgeted a whole lot waiting for you to ask him, and nearly shouted yes as you told him you wanted to go somewhere. He fell in love with you again.

Satan

Immediately suspicious when you refused to spend time with him. Thought you were mad at him or tired of him, due to his anger issues.

Gets angry when he sees you talking to his brothers, or walking with them in between classes. When did you get so close with them?

He’s not one to hide his feelings, so he was going to ask you what’s going on, he’s not playing a cat and mouse game with you. If you don’t love him anymore, just tell him. And at the very least don’t let it be Lucifer who you love now.

Your anniversary was coming up and he knew it. He didn’t want to waste his time planning something for you two if you were going to break up with him.

He was entering the living room to confirm your feelings with you when he hears Lucifer tell you where you could get one of Satan’s favourite spell books that he’s wanted a hard copy of since forever.

He hears Beel tell you of good restaurants, and understands. You were doing that cliche things that happens in books.

He chuckled to himself for not being a great detective on this case, and observed you from a distance. Happy looking at you, who thinks they’re so sneaky.

On the day of the date he completely one ups you, whatever gift you gave him was nothing compared to amount of love he showered you with, and he even played stupid.

“I’m so hurt, I thought you’d break up with me on our anniversary.” You panicked and tried to reassure him and watch him laugh.

Asmodeous

Honey, do you REALLY think he’d forget your anniversary, or think his brothers are a thing to worry about? He’s the prettiest out of all of them! What’s there to worry about?

He catches on very early that you were planning to make your anniversary special. He can just feel your love for him, even when you’re distant.

He knows the only reason you’d communicate with all those annoying brother’s of his for more than five minutes and ignore him is if you’re asking about him!

He overhears you talking to them about them when he comes back from shopping one day, which confirms his suspicions.

It’s a good thing, since he can freely go shop for you. He buys a ton of stuff because your cute face keeps popping up in his head, and how cute you are planning a secret date for him because you love him.

Your cuteness might even rival his. While you finish up setting the date, he’s preparing himself. The night before he goes all out with his beauty products, cucumbers, face mask.

He even anonymously leaves you a bunch of beauty products. Of course it had to be Asmo though, since there was glitter everywhere, and a bunch of hearts on a note that said “anonymous”.

The next day he wore his cutest outfit, an adorable crop top and sweater, with his designer bags and boots, he looked like the absolute queen he is.

From the gift you got, you assumed he knew. And from his look, he knew. It was just amazing how you seven really thought Asmo, the king of love, would not remember the anniversary of the one person he’s ever actually loved, not just for their body, but for their personality.

Would be insulted if you didn’t do this for him. You’re just so adorable!! He also forces you to change your outfit to match with him, and absolutely uploads a ton of selfies saying matching and couple goals!!

Beelzebub

You told him you were busy, and that you couldn’t spend as much time with him as usual. He was super supportive like you have a life too!! Go ahead!! I love you!! Don’t worry!!

But then he sees you hanging out with his brothers a lot and laughing and having fun and his aura just radiates the “):” face.

Did you not want to spend time with him? Is it because he ate part of your wall? Were you tired of him?? Did you not like big boys anymore??

He looked super sad and depressed and you wanted to cry and squish his cheeks, but didn’t want to ruin the surprise. You forced your heart to be closed so you could make him happy later.

He knew your anniversary was coming up and wanted to do something special!! But did you subtly hint you no longer loved him and not even attempt to do an anniversary food binge with you?

It clicked when he walked in on Asmo shoving clothes in your direction telling you to pick out your favourite one, so he could match you and Beel for the day of your date.

His entire entity went from “):” to “:)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He just mentally said I love you.

He just melted to your touch in the few moments you would stay together. He couldn’t hide how much he loved you and wanted to squish you afterwards, with his big soft hands. But he had to resist.

You thought he was touch deprived, but were so glad to see it wasn’t the case!! And that he actually had a surprise for you!!

On top of all his meal coupons he’s saved on the past decade, he covered you in kisses and snuggled with you!!

Your date was cancelled because he just ended up cuddling you for so long, it was afternoon by the time you made it to the door.

Belphiegor

He was asleep a lot, so he didn’t notice at first. But each time he fell asleep with you, he woke up with empty arms. Sometimes even in his bed and alone.

Made him kind of pissed, because he liked how squishy you were. Your stomach was a great pillow, and he could hear your heartbeat when he laid his head on your chest. Your thighs were also plush and smooth.

Then it finally made him pissed to the pissiest degree you when you said you couldn’t sleep with him.

He was throwing a tantrum later when he saw you talking to his brothers. He was going to murder all of them if they did not sleep with one eye open.

One of these days he knew he was going to stab Lucifer in his sleep for being a little bitch, having to exist and breathe oxygen, but now the others are up on that list. Maybe not Beel, but he was still angry at him.

It was an accident, but he heard them talk about your one year anniversary, and heard Beel ask if you were getting enough sleep from how often you’ve been going out to prepare.

He’s like,, what one year anniversary? Is it a human world celebration?

Oh. He just said your one year dating anniversary. He is dating you.

He forgot that existed, people celebrating relationship goals. He’s never dated anyone. He doesn’t like people in general.

He huffed due to how you refused him and always left, over a small deal. It’s just an anniversary. But since you’re so excited he could let it go.

He napped a whole lot, and it came to the date sooner than he expected. You were all dressed up and he combed his hair and took a refreshing shower.

This is true couple goals, he didn’t look like he just rolled out of bed for once, and it was just to make you happy. He even gave you a little pillow!!

[faelune-home]

FFXIV Write 2021 #21: Feckless

(a/n: Another quick rush to submit this, so there is definitely some clean up near the end of this I’ll have to do when I post this edited for ao3 XD

But I realised I hadn’t written a job specific piece yet all month, and I was reminded of some astro fluff I’d done last year, which I suppose is tentatively mentioned here? If you want to read that and more of my WoL’s job learning habits, it’s here; Shuffle

But yes, a mix of wanting to write job stuffs - Jannequinard being the feckless one here, the inspo for this piece - and maybe have a Scion meet a job trainer, in this case Alphi. Which def makes me want to add another section to this given the trainers in question...but that’s for later edits, I already rushed this greatly aha.

Also, after sticking to using Fhara to refer to my WoL, and sticking to such situations where people would only know her as that, I finally got to try using “Fufu” as an adventuring alias with a crowd that would only know her as that. Finally representing the idea I’ve long had now. XD

Set after 3.2 and all that happened then. This is kind of taking my WoL’s penchant for taking on extra jobs more for the experience than to dedicate entirely to it, but then mixing that with her desire to do more to help her companions when she feels rather hopeless and lost.

Word count: 2006)

The air in Ishgard was tense following the failed peace conference in Falcon’s Nest, with uneasy whispers filling the cobbled streets and nervous glances to the skies. Alphinaud could scarcely blame the people for their wariness, having heard Nidhogg’s warning for himself. So set on revenge, he had even renounced his own kin, set on having the blood of Ishgardian and dragon alike to stain the land. And Estinien would be the one to administer the attack, against whatever will he would still possess.

The sight of his friend in such a state, the prone body of Vedofnir beneath him, skewered on his lance, had chilled Alphinaud at the time, and even still to recall it. Alongside the image of Aymeric, primed with a bow, ready to shoot his own comrade without hesitation...were it not for Nidhogg’s timely departure, that would be another companion sacrificed in the name of war.

In amongst his tormented memories of that calamitous day, he recalled Fhara’s conflicted expression. In amongst the rising roars and jeers of a hungry crowd, they were in their own bubble where not a word was said, only the share looks of pained terror at the turn of events, yet even her own fear seemed so much more. It was only later, overhearing the Fortemps family discussing the conference that he had learned more of what had happened that day, and Fhara’s own struggles with the conference, to put it lightly.

Afterwards, Fhara started going for more frequent lessons at the Athenaeum Astrologicum. So eager was she in her studies that she was often away from the manor or out of the city for days at a time. Alphinaud knew she was only keeping busy, and that he had no reason to fear for her safety, but eventually, after a few brief greetings in passing at the manor, he found himself desiring her company proper.

For all the bustle the Athenaeum Astrologicum had been put under in the recent weeks, it was surprisingly peaceful the day he arrived to visit, a welcome reprieve from Ishgard’s otherwise heavy atmosphere. Only a few students milled around within the building, hard at work studying star maps or tomes. The receptionist stood to attention at Alphinaud’s entrance, pushing aside a tome that had clearly been giving him some stress, the frustrated creases giving way to a welcoming, if affected smile.

“Good day, my young ser,” the older elezen said with a bow, “What manner of business brings you to our humble hall? A prior meeting or a dire emergency?”

“Nothing of the sort, sir, I’m merely looking for a friend,” Alphinaud stated, looking around the small space, trying to catch a glimpse of a blonde tail or the familiar pigtailed head he knew, “I’m aware that she’s made use of your establishment for study purposes?”

“Study purposes? Ah, I see,” the receptionist brightened up, after an initial look of curiosity had crossed his face, “You must mean the ever charming Miss Fufu. She does indeed study here under our own Lord Rufin, but she is out at the moment on an errand. Although I’m quite certain she’ll return soon, if you don’t mind waiting.”

“I wouldn’t wish to take up space, I’d be more than happy to return later-” Alphinaud started, already making for the door, when the other man quickly said, “Come now, there’s scarcely anyone here for you to trouble! And with how much work needs getting done here and how eager the young miss is about assisting us, you’d be better waiting here to catch her lest she runs off again.”

“I...I suppose knowing her, she does have an unfortunate tendency to take on more work for herself than is necessary,” the boy mumbled, ignoring the mild pang of guilt at how often he had given her that work in the past, even if she hadn’t ever questioned it or limited herself. He’d already promised her that he wouldn’t continue to blame himself for past mistakes.

“Then stay a while, all the better to wait with company, right?” Yet before Alphinaud could agree, if only to cease the chattering man and resign himself to a corner to wait, the sound of footsteps from the back stairwell seemed to make the receptionist’s grin fall to a worn grimace.

“If I were to ask now, how much is her work that of her own, and how much of it is meant to be yours? Even if you wish to say she took it on willingly, need I remind you that you’re still behind in your own studies in comparison? And I would be very surprised if you say you’re taking the time now to read up on your necessary materials while you’ve chosen to stay behind here.” The voice of the barrage of questions appeared, a hyuran woman with cropped purple hair and wearing a long white robe not unlike that of the city clergy, and with a firm disappointed frown aimed directly at the other man.

“How kind of you to join us Lord Rufin,” the receptionist coughed, attempting to give a placating smile, “Although I was under the impression that you had other business elsewhere.”

“And I returned while you were away from your post,” she replied, expression unwavering, “I did assume you were off assisting with whatever the Observatorium needed, and I would understand given the current troubles in the city, but if it turns out it was another pointless meeting with a young lady-”

“Not at all! My uncle has me far too busy for such arrangements, I assure you,” he scoffed, “Have some faith in me. And some faith in Miss Fufu, she offered to deliver my missives so that I would have a chance at further study.” The woman, Lord Rufin, narrowed her eyes, but didn’t press him further, only nudging his cast aside tome back in front of him, and then turning to Alphinaud.

“So, you’re a friend of Fufu’s? She has spoken somewhat of her companions, but most of our time together has been advancing her studies in astromancy,” she said, casting a quick glance across the boy, as though taking stock of him. He would’ve felt uncertain of the gesture if it weren’t for the friendlier tone she addressed him with.

“Aye, she has said that she found the time to learn such arts. Although I’m rather surprised that it appears to be the Sharlayan variant of healing magicks. I would’ve thought Ishgard opposed such methods,” Alphinaud nodded, noting the star globe hung from Rufin’s back. He did recall the first time Fhara had showcased her small talents, so long before her foray into the Aery, before many of the disasters that had followed them. Minor though they were, she did have an aptitude for some healing spells.

“They were, at first,” Rufin smiled, “But with enough work and convincing, plus admittedly the Holy See’s...diminished say in matters around here, some few folk have been willing to take on the arts. It helps that even outside of any fate reading skills, astromancy is a boon to have on the battlefield, something many of the soldiers have been keen to have for aid.” 

With a glance over her shoulder at the begrudgingly studious elezen at the desk, she added, more quietly for Alphinaud only, “And I suppose I have to admit that, for all he’s rather feckless when it comes to his studies vs Miss Fufu’s enthusiasm, Jannequinard was a great help in getting interest to take off amongst the other student here, and getting us the chance to showcase our skill in the first place.”

“I see,” Alphinaud nodded in response, noting the name and recognising it as a notable - for many reasons - Durendaire lord, however his curiosity was taken on another note, as he asked, “But why come all the way here to teach? Even if Ishgard eventually allowed it, knowing the Forum…”

“Yes, we had some letters and disagreements sent our way,” Rufin huffed, waving a hand in dismissal, “But in the end, they didn’t try to stop us, so I’m not going to worry about it.” Alphinaud suspected otherwise, noting how quickly she brushed aside the topic, plus his own experience overhearing his father at work, but chose better than to pursue it. It wasn’t any of his business.

At that time, the doors burst open, and Fhara appeared, panting heavily as she swept into the room, the skirts of her long gown flourishing behind her as the last of the chill wind caught it. 

“I’m back! Sorry I took so long, I got rather turned around in the Crozier delivering some of the messag-” Her eyes widened in surprise as she caught sight of her friend. “Oh, Alphinaud! I wasn’t expecti- I mean, is everything alright? Did something happen?”

“Calm yourself first,” Rufin chided gently, “You’re clearly quite flustered.”

“Please, nothing is wrong,” Alphinaud nodded, taking a seat from the table and guiding his friend to sit, “I was merely here waiting for you.” Some few seconds passed as Fhara breathed, trying to recollect herself. A tome snapped shut, and Jannequinard stepped out from the desk. “Lord Rufin, perhaps we should give these two a moment, given that the young lad came all this way to meet with his companion. And if you would be so kind, I could do with some help understanding a page or two here.” Rufin raised an eyebrow, but nodded, casting another glance at the pair before leaving with her coworker.

When the sound of footsteps ascending up the wooden stairs faded, Fhara turned to her friend and asked, “So, are you alright?”

The boy was briefly taken aback. “I’m perfectly alright. It is you I would ask that of.”

“Me?” She blinked.

“Well, it has been some time since we’ve properly seen each other these past few days. I know that you look for things to pass the time and keep you busy, of course, but I’ve been rather worried that you were almost too busy. And it seems so given how you seem rushed off your feet here.”

“It’s nothing like that!” Fhara gaped, although a guilty flick of the ear was already betraying her, “I’m just here learning from Rufin. Everything I’m doing is part of that, or doing some idle favours to show my appreciation.”

“Or lightening another’s workload to busy your own mind?” Fhara flinched at the accusation.

“But why? You’ve never been one for the healing arts other than as an idle study, more so for emergencies. I don’t wish to sound as though it’s odd to see you so invigorated for a subject, but why throw yourself into it now?” Fhara didn’t answer, her head turned down and gaze focused on the floor.

“...Is it because of the peace conference?” No reply.

“The Vault?” Her tail flicked.

“...Ysyale?”

“Yes,” she finally replied, a quiet mumble half buried into her chest, “Ysayle, and Minfilia, and Haurchefant, and everyone else. Estinien and Vedofnir, and Honoroit and Emmanelain, and that woman that tried to insight an outburst at the conference, and everyone else.” She finally looked up, wearing a guilty smile with tears already seeping from her eyes.

“I just want to help. But I don’t know what to do.” An ache pounded in his chest to see her weep. Even for someone so emotionally open, she was normally of the cheery type. To see her cry and bemoan how she couldn’t help everyone...

“You know you aren’t alone in this. I am here to help you- all the Scions are.”

“I know-”

“Don’t throw yourself into this if it's not something you really truly want. If it’s only for the sake of others. You would only bring yourself harm if you force it upon yourself.” Fhara sniffed, brushing aside the tears.

In that moment, he swore he wouldn’t leave her to shoulder it alone. He had already asked so much of her. He could spare his own strength to support her as well.

[akutagawasbitches]

Memories: Prologue

This is the prologue to my story Memories! I hope y’all like it. Please send in or comment any feedback you have and reblog if you like it! Love you guys 🥺❤️

It had been a long night for Yukiche. Running the bar by herself wasn’t an easy task: dealing with drunks, breaking up bar fights, cleaning up blood and vomit while also making drinks wasn’t easy nor was it for the faint hearted. But despite all this she loved her job, she just hated cleaning up the blood. She hated blood. The viscous red liquid that pools everywhere and dries into a brown ugly stain. But it was part of the job. Cleaning up vomit and blood was part of running a bar, people tend to get messy when drunk which meant there would be something to clean up. Sighing, Yukiche wiped her brow and stared at the floor checking for any spots she had missed. She couldn’t see anything. She placed the chemicals back under the bar and started cashing out the register, checking over the bills to see if it was all correct. The dull hum of the bar lights mixed alongside the quiet streets made it easy to concentrate. There’s a reason they call 3am “the dead hour”. Nothing moves or breathes; the world is completely still and silent.  The only problem with the dead hour was it was quiet enough that you heard nothing, but your own thoughts and your own thoughts can be your worst enemy. Fragments of bad memories start drifting around like little gnats, biting at her, getting under skin. She tried her best to ignore them, but they kept coming back. Her mother’s death, her abandonment, all the mistakes she had made, all the humiliation she went through all started to grow louder and louder. What started as a quiet whisper began to grow into a loud humming, growing louder and lower almost unbearably loud as if she was inside a hornet’s nest. She ran into the bathroom and splashed her face with water to calm down. She stopped and listened. Everything was quiet once again as it should be. She walked out the bathroom and went back to counting bills whens she heard a loud

“CRASH”

From the back door. What was that? Its too late for it to be a patron, they’ve all gone home. Shit is it a burglar? This wasn’t the first time someone had tried to break into the bar. Frowning, she carefully reached underneath the bar and grabbed the baseball bat hidden there. Slowly she started to approach the back door where she heard the noise. Gripping the baseball bat tightly, she pressed her ear against the door to listen for anymore sounds. But there was nothing else except the dim humming of the streetlamps. Standing there silently, Yukiche deliberated on what to do next.

“Should she open the door and check outside? But that would leave her vulnerable to an attack from behind. An image of her being hit over the head with a metal pole flashed in front of her eyes. That isn’t ideal so what are my other opinions”, she pondered.

“Wait inside for them to come in or ignore it? If I don’t check and elect to ignore it, it gives them more time to figure out a plan whereas if I strike now, I have the element of surprise”.

Sighing, Yukiche gripped the baseball bat harder which was becoming difficult to do due to her hands becoming increasingly sweaty, making the baseball bat slippery. If she spent all her time thinking and deliberating, she’d never make a decision. With a deep exhale, she grabbed the door handle and flung the door open, yelling “We’re closed!”. No response. Looking around she couldn’t see anything, only the bushes and the buildings and blood. Blood? She frowned and cautiously crept up to the bloody spot. Kneeling down, she gently touched it. Bringing her hand up to the light, she could see it more clearly. She dropped the bat and stared at her hand in a mixture of fear and disgust.

“Why was there blood here? Was someone injured? Did someone try break in and hurt themselves? Shit where’s my bat?” she thought to herself.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” she muttered under her breath as she frantically looked for her bat. Without it she was weaponless and defenceless. Well not entirely defenceless but she’d rather not use that if she could help it. As she searched in the bushes for her bat, she noticed a hat. Carefully, she picked it up and examined it for any signs of blood but there were none. It was a nice hat, sort of fedora style with red hatband. She throws it up into the air and catches it smiling to herself. Placing the hat on her head, she continued to search the bushes but all she could find were sticks and berries and other general trash.

*rustle* *rustle*

Then the bushes near the streetlamps began to rustle, she quickly grabbed a stick and held it above her head ready to attack. As she slowly approached the bush, the rustling grew louder. Yukiche raised the stick ready to strike whatever was in the bush when a raccoon ran out. Sighing in relief she lowered her stick and smiled, kneeling down with her hand out. “Hello little guy, you nearly gave me a heart attack. I nearly bashed your brains in. Don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you now that I know you’re not a monster or someone hiding to attack me.” She said smiling softly. “Come here, don’t you want some berries?” she softly said, holding out a branch of berries. The raccoon merely chirped, shuffled over, ran up her arm and grabbed the hat promptly running off with it.  “Wait!” she called as she ran after it. “That’s my hat!” she yelled as she ran after it. But the raccoon is quick. Realising she wouldn’t be able to catch it, she threw her stick at it, causing the raccoon to drop the hat and run away out of fear and surprise. Panting she jogged over to the hat and picked it up and put it back on her head. “What an ass” she commented out loud to herself, she was about to walk over back to the bar when she heard a groan from behind. She whipped around and nearly fell over backwards when she saw it.

A figure laying underneath the streetlamp covered in blood.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” she thought.

Her skin started to go pale as she slowly approached them. “Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead” she whispered out loud as she approached the figure. Kneeling down and gingerly turning it over, she saw it was a man. Ginger hair tied in a ponytail with a long black coat on with a white button up shirt and a black cropped jacket. Well what was meant to be a whit button up shirt Yukiche thought to herself, it was inside soaked with blood and turned a deep shade of red. Gingerly she pressed her head to his chest to check for a heartbeat.

*bum bumbum bum*

“Good. There is one. Okay, what do I do? There is no one around and if I call for help, they might think I did this besides they wouldn’t arrive in time.” she thought to herself, taking note of the amount of blood oozing out of his shirt now.

She frantically looked around and then stopped at the bar’s open door. Sighing, she grabbed him and tried to lift him up, but he was fully unconscious, and his full weight was too much. Groaning she knelt down, grabbed his waist and threw him over her shoulder. “I’m going to have the worst backache tomorrow” she grumbled to herself as she carefully carried him back to the bar. After 15 minutes, she finally walked through the bar’s back door and gently placed him on the floor. She ran back to the bar and grabbed a clean rag, and an emergency first aid kit she kept around just in case. Bar fights can be real messy and sometimes people need patching up afterwards. Getting the police/paramedics involved was bad for business so she’d patch them up herself.  Running back over to the mysterious figure, she carefully took of his coat then jacked then started to unbutton his shirt and remove it. She winced and took a sharp inhale in, it was bad. He had been stabbed just underneath his ribcage and was bleeding profusely. She couldn’t tell if there was any internal damage but all she could do was clean the wound and stop the bleeding. Carefully opening up the first aid box, she pulled out a bottle of pure ethanol to clean the wound. Pouring the solution onto the rag, she gently dabbed the wound while simultaneously wiping any blood off. He flinched and groaned which caused Yukiche to step back but he didn’t wake up. After pausing for a minute to make sure he was still unconscious, she began to search for a needle and thread to stitch up his wound. The first aid box was a mess though. “When was the last time you organised this Haru” she commented out loud, growing increasingly more frustrated as she still couldn’t find the needle. “Aha!” she yelled out, pulling it out from under the bandages. The man stirred but still didn’t regain consciousness. “I need to be quieter” she whispered to herself. Now how would she stitch the wound? She didn’t have any anaesthetic, so he’d definitely feel it and wake up, making it difficult for her to make a clean stitch. Looking around the room, Yukiche’s eyes flickered looking for something to help her restrain him in case he woke up. Spotting handcuffs on one of the tables, she quickly grabbed it and examined them. They still had the key in, so someone broke out of them while having a drink. At least that’s what she assumed, and she did not want to pry any further than that. Quickly, she handcuffed him to the pipe next to him and straddled his lap. Dipping the needle in the ethanol solution, she threaded the needle and began to stitch. She pierced his skin and looked up. No movement. Okay next stitch. Looking up and there was still no movement. And this is how it carried on until she had finished, with her completing a stitch then looking up to check if her was awake. Once she had finished her stitches, she cleaned the area again removed his shirt. “This needs a deep clean” she thought to herself. Picking up the shirt, she walked over to the bathroom sink to clean it as best as she could. After scrubbing at it for 15 minutes she managed to get the fresh blood out. She left the shirt to soak in the sink, in hopes to loosing up the dried blood. She took a much closer look at the man, his hair now falling out of the ponytail.

“He looks so familiar, where have I seen him before” Yukiche thought to herself, sitting on the floor in front of him.

As she studied his features, she noticed she was still wearing the hat she found earlier. “I wonder… is this yours?” she pondered out loud. Smiling to herself she placed the hat on his head. “Huh it suits you. You almost look like that Mafioso from the Port Mafia” she laughed to herself. Her laughter dying down as realisation struck her. Grabbing his face roughly, she pulled up his eyelid to reveal striking blue eyes.

She jumped back. “FUCK!” she whispered.

“That is the Mafioso. Fuck fuck fuck” she thought.

“This isn’t good, Haru is going to kill me.” She whispered panicking. The Port Mafia were well known for their violence and lack of mercy.

“Shit he’s probably going to think I attacked and kill me” thought Yukiche.

Preoccupied in her thoughts, it wasn’t until the water lapped against her leg, did Yukiche noticed she left the bathroom sink tap running and it had overflowed. “FUCK! Shit shit shit” she exclaimed as she ran to turn it off. “Fuck’s sake.” She murmured. This wasn’t a good night for her, she just cleaned the floor and now she had a Mafioso’s blood all over the floor as well as water and with the mafioso handcuffed to a pipe.

With a loud groan, she grabbed the mop and begin mopping up the water. After half an hour of wrestling with the mop, she managed to clean up all the water. She turned around to start cleaning up the blood when she noticed something. Empty handcuffs.

Fuck. He’s gone.

Again please reblog if you enjoyed so I can see who likes it!

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almost there

pairing - Jaehyun x fem oc Maia

warnings - angst but not too much, enemies to lovers trope, slight cursing (vv slight), a bit cliche ajsjs and fluff.

a/n - please don't hate me this is the first fic I've ever written and it was a very last minute thing for my two best friends (ly guys but LOOK WHAT you made me do). And yes I might be able to write better but 2 days will only give this so🤷🏻‍♀️

word count - 4.6k

“Insufferable-”

“-bitch.”

Neither of them could hear the other but both would surely have reeled if they knew they said the same thing at the same time.

They glared at each other from each of the farthest corners of the lecture hall, praying, for many reasons, that they had heard wrong.

“Excuse me.”

Maia looked up to see the blonde sitting in front of her call out to her. His name started with J too she thought but she wasn’t sure.

“Hi um hi my name is Jacob and I’m the third person part of your team for the uh final project that Sir Michael just assigned but aha um you knew that cause well you heard him too and- wait sorry I’ll stop now,” he broke off sheepishly all the while rubbing the back of his neck.

Maia let out a small laugh and released a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Hi, it’s okay. I’m Maia.”

“Of course I know who you are you always sit here.”

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry for not knowing your name all this time,” she replied hastily, “but I’m glad we’re in this group together. It will help me get over my social awkwardness more and maybe we’ll end up good friends, who knows.”

“Same here. I would like that,” he said with a slight smile.

“So,” he continued, “shouldn’t we go over to meet our other teammate?” Jacob hesitated before he looked down and said, “I don’t want to go alone he seems too intimidating and not to be rude or anything but also mean.”

“You got that right,” Maia muttered under her breath though quickly and out loud she said,” He’s not too bad don’t worry, though I wouldn’t want to go alone either. Come on let’s go over.” She figured they had to make the best of things considering this was a part of their finals and had 40% weightage.

As she turned to gather her belongings she heard Jacob. “You were saying?” as he indicated someone leaving in a flurry, with a tilt of his head. Maia gaped as she just caught a glimpse of Jaehyun practically running out the door.

“Great,” she uttered as she plopped back into her seat. “He just proved how much of an asshole he is.”

“Maybe we can catch him at lunch and ask him to speak to us privately. He would be forced to give in not wanting to prolong the questioning stares of others.”

“That’s a good idea although I’m not sure how long I, or for that matter either of us, can go before spewing curses left and right.”

As they came out into the corridor, Jacob seemed to be taking in her words and when he finally replied he said, “ I’m guessing you guys have a history and this won’t be the first meeting would it?”

Maybe it was the way Jacob talked so innocently but Maia shaking with laughter replied, “You guessed right. But more than history it was just him going from us trying to get to know each other because of mutual good friends, to him unnecessarily becoming hostile towards me? Just one day out of the blue? You better believe I wouldn’t back down and so here we are.”

“Ah oh.”

“Anyways I’m sorry but for the sake of everything I’m not going to let him ruin this so don’t worry about it and just let it float...slowly....out of your mind...and into that trashcan rightttt over there.”

The only reply was Jacob’s laughter ringing throughout the corridor.

   x_____________x

Maia and Jacob proved to work amazingly well and they had somehow made Jaehyun agree to spend 2 hours every day on the project (except weekends) all the while alternating between Jacob and Maia’s homes.

All Jaehyun could do was watch. Watch as those two joined forces to make him do his part. Watch as Maia’s beaming smile when he sighed and said okay, was quickly replaced by a resting face as she realised what she had done. He had screwed up his face as if in annoyance so it made sense. He knew all of this was his fault yet he didn’t dare give in. So he didn’t. But he always watched. Even today. He watched as she declared how she was about to die of hunger and was going to go buy some snacks. He watched as Jacob jumped up to go with her and playfully linked his arms with her. He watched their excited selves skipping and grinning to the door, only pausing to grab the money and to tell Jaehyun they would be back in a few minutes. At that moment all Jaehyun wanted to do was push Jacob against the wall and tell him to keep his hands to himself. He caught himself before he actually could knowing fully well Jacob had done nothing wrong and he was a good kid. Better than him at least. Much better. So he just watched as the door closed behind them.

x_____________x

It was finally Saturday.

Maia slept in and would have slept longer than twelve had it not been for the doorbell ringing. Running her hands through her tangled hair and looking down at her pyjamas and cropped hoodie, she opened the door hoping it was no one important. The sunlight glinted off her visitor’s chiselled jaw and in the next second she found herself slamming the door shut again. Suddenly Maia found her breathing had become laboured. “Wait why do I care if he sees me like this…” she thought, “I don’t right?”

With a low whatever she finally opened the door back again and was well surprised, to say the least, to see a flustered Jaehyun. Since when was this man ever flustered?

“So what brings you by to my humble abode today Jack Frost?”

“I- wait first why do you always call me that?”

“What? Jack Frost? Why should I tell you hm,” she replied with a click of her tongue. “Anyways get back to answering my question.”

“I well, um thought I could come by and work on the project.”

“Why? We agreed to keep our weekends free. Why on earth would you of all people want to work on your day off.”

He hesitated.

“I just thought it would help get us a good head start. Just please let me work on it.” He said something else under his breath but she didn’t catch it. He seemed agitated so she let it go and finally let him in.

“Okay go ahead. But I’m not helping you though I need to catch up on sleep. Also, why didn’t you go to Jacob’s?”

“Just because…”

“Hm ok,” she replied turning away.

Maia tried and truly she did to go back to sleep. However, knowing that the Jung Jaehyun was alone downstairs did not help. At all. More than anything it made things worse. She felt like screaming because she had no idea as to what was going on with her right now. She let out her frustration by screaming into her pillow, praying it was muffled enough. She ended up showering, putting on a fresh pair of pyjamas and a hoodie and tiptoeing back downstairs. She found Jaehyun sitting on the table with his laptop out and his back to the door. The table was already a mess from the stuff they were using for the project. She went up behind him bending down to his ear and said, “Whatcha doing Frost?”

To say Jaehyun jumped out of his skin would be an understatement. She didn’t think she was being too quiet when approaching him but Jaehyun hadn’t heard her. He let out a loud “What the fuck!” before falling from his chair. To no one’s surprise, Maia collapsed into uncontrollable laughter. Jaehyun was about to tell her to stop but realised he had never heard her laugh like this. Maia stopped and bit her lip from laughing, unable to read his expression. Seemed like awe but on Jaehyun’s face? Surely no.

“Um sorry? I didn’t realise you didn’t hear me come in. You wanna get up now or are you going to work down there?”

“Uh yea no I’m getting up just announce yourself or something before coming gosh.”

“Aw did I scare the big baby?”

“No you didn’t- yes, of course, you did loser I didn’t fall for fun or for you to call me a baby,” he retorted getting up. He turned away before adding under his breath, “Though I wouldn’t mind being called that by you.”

“What was that huh? I didn’t quite catch that.”

“Nothing,” he said quickly.

“No no, tell me. It didn’t seem like nothing hm. Go on,” she kept insisting going over to him and putting her face inches from his. Jaehyun took a sharp intake of breath as their glowing eyes met but a split second later he spat out the words “nothing” again.

“Fine. Are you done now? I need to leave.” Maia had had it with his bullshit attitude.

“What you’re going to leave dressed like that?’ he said smugly. His eyes travelled over her and Maia shuddered.

“Yea sure you have a problem with that?”

Jaehyun began gathering up his stuff and began to head for the door but stopped beside Maia and bent down, whispering, “Not a problem to me sweet cheeks.”

Maia didn’t even have time to register what had just happened before Jaehyun was out the door but she could bet he had a grin plastered on his face. What the heck was wrong with this boy?

x_____________x

The rest of the days working on their project went by without significant hitches and Jaehyun never did or say anything to acknowledge what happened that day. Maia stayed puzzled and a little flustered for a short while but went back to her usual self. Somehow it felt like it was only yesterday they had gotten the project assignment and now here it was. D-day. There was a presentation included and the amount of anxiety and stress Maia and Jacob had gone through was astronomical. Mainly because Jaehyun was going to cover that. None of them could remember how they agreed to that. Fortunately, Jaehyun carried it out smoothly or as close as he could to doing that. Now they just had to wait a week for their grades.

As the three of them left the lecture hall, Jacob turned to both of them stopping them in their tracks.

“Okay, I have a proposition for you both. What do you say we take a trip to the amusement park as a celebration? I feel like I haven’t gone out to have fun in ages,” he whined.

“I’m in!” Maia replied jumping up and down.

They turned towards Jaehyun in expectation. Even though he was annoying they had come to bear him and his mood swings. He was fun and nice when he wanted to be, which was rare but existed. Just then his friends called out to him to hurry up. He started towards them but not before letting out a soft, “sure see you two.”

Maia and Jacob faced each other with mouths gaping open. This was going to be fun.

x_____________x

“Woah.”

All three of them looked up to the entrance of the amusement park which almost seemed to reach the sky.

“Let’s get to it shall we!” an overexcited Jacob exclaimed.

“Looks like he really hasn’t been anywhere fun in long,” Jaehyun let out with a slight chuckle.

Maia stole a glance at him and a smile crept up to her face. “Yeah looks like it.”

The next second Jacob was dragging them both everywhere inside and the three finally let themselves relax, explore and let go. They finally sat down to rest awhile and fill up their starving selves after three hours of running about and trying rides. They each got cotton candy, hotdogs and popcorn.

While laughing at Jacob wolfing down his food trying to eat everything at the same time, Jaehyun pulled his hand out towards Maia and in a swift motion snatched the top of her cotton candy.

“Oh Woah mister no you don't,” she cried out as she reached over to snatch it back.

Jaehyun was quick though and he pulled his hand further back and out of reach. Maia was determined to get it back though and reached towards it without noticing her hand was on his thigh to balance herself. Jaehyun noticed it though and instantly dropped the cotton candy as he held his breath in.

“The hell Jung Jaehyun you just wasted good cotton candy,” Maia pouted but it didn't take her long to realise what she was doing or rather what position she was in. Her face hovering inches from Jaehyun’s and her hand on his thigh.

“Oh fuck,” was all she said before she jumped back to her seat.

Jacob looked up just to see beet red faces of his two companions and how they both excused themselves at the same time. The two glanced at each other before taking off in different directions.

Maia, oh poor Maia, her heart was hammering in her chest and she had no idea if it was because she was attracted to Jaehyun or just embarrassed. She ran the scene through her head again as she leaned against a wall, dark shadows dancing on her face. Then she realised what she was doing and shook her head attempting to somehow get rid of that memory. It didn't work. What a surprise. Maia knew though she needed to get a hold of herself and what she felt towards Jaehyun. How exactly did she feel?

Not too far off Jaehyun too was leaning against a wall but the difference was he knew why his heart was threatening to jump out of his chest. He had liked Maia ever since they had first been introduced. A month later, however, one of their mutual friends closer to him, had sat him down and told him to not get close to Maia. He had spewed all sorts of stuff about her and her family, how she was just nice to people to get them to do things for her and how she broke friendships. Practically nonsense. Jaehyun being a loyal and innocent boy then believed his friend and tried to be nasty and rude to get her to stay away when ignoring hadn't worked. After two whole years in university, he finally got exposed to her real side. That and the friend who had told him all that shit was expelled. He learnt the hard way to not be too trusting. It was still hard for him to lose that attitude towards Maia but he was trying. This project. It had done wonders. He had woken up one day his first thought being about Maia and he realised he had started to fall for her. She never noticed but he used to spare her glances anytime he could. Every little thing she did was embedded so deep in his mind it would hurt physically and mentally if they were to be removed somehow. But all he had done was watch.

They returned after quite a while, only for Jaehyun to say he was leaving first as he had to be somewhere. Jacob’s protests died on his lips as the crowd engulfed Jaehyun. It was only the two of them left and Jacob was just very very confused. Before he could say something though Maia got up first and said they should continue with their dinner plan.

x_____________x

Jaehyun was face down on the bed when he heard a ping! It was a notification of a post by Maia. Obviously, he had post notifications on for her. It was a picture of her and Jacob at the place they had decided to go for dinner. What caught his eye next was that he was tagged in the caption with a “missing Jack Frost.” Huh. He put in a heart but debated it for a solid five minutes before hitting backspace. Unfortunately or fortunately, it wasn’t the backspace key that he pressed but the send key. Almost immediately he received a like on it from none other than Maia. The colour that had drained from his face was slowly replaced by a crimson red creeping up. Suffice to say Jaehyun did not sleep at all that night.

The month of finals came and went and no one could catch two of the top graders, Maia and Jacob, who had become the best of friends, out of the library except for eating and sleeping breaks. Sometimes Jaehyun joined them too but little conversation was made. When they were finally done they slept for two days straight and Jaehyun was slightly worried when he couldn’t contact either of them. Cobie and Maia had gotten used to Jaehyun like this and had just labelled him as shy though Maia still sometimes thought he was an ass. They made a plan to hang out and just chill. The location they chose was Maia’s place. Again. They were obsessed with her house it seemed like. They watched movies, threw popcorn at each other, ordered takeout and made Jaehyun laugh more than he ever had with them. Maia caught herself staring at Jaehyun whenever he let out a laugh or even when the corners of his lips turned up. Jaehyun knew she was watching him but he didn’t want her not to so he didn’t acknowledge it. Once their eyes accidentally met for a bit too long and suddenly both of them were having a coughing fit. Jacob sometimes thought they were telepathic or something. At around eleven pm Jacob got a call to get back home. Jaehyun offered to stay back and help clean up. It was mostly done in silence when Maia broke it by asking him, “Why are you always acting so differently?”

Jaehyun was taken aback, to say the least, and only let out a, “huh?”

“I mean you look like you have fun when you are with us but then you catch yourself like you shouldn’t? Why?”

“I don’t do that.”

“Yes, you do. Don’t deny it. Look if you don’t want to explain that’s fine but I still think we deserve to know. I can’t believe I’m saying this but, we like you and we’re your friends. Let us in.”

“I- “ he broke off and hesitated before finally snapping,” I can’t just drop it.”

“Okay fine but this is exactly what I was saying. You start getting bitchy when we just try to be helpful or nice.”

“Well excuse me if I’m not always acting like a perfect goody-two-shoes like you,” he spat out.

“What’s your deal, Jung?” Maia lashed out as she strode over to him.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know, pretty face,” he sneered.

Maia was fuming. Her expression hardened and she bit out the words,” get out.”

“What?”

“I said get out. And stay the fuck out.”

Plastering a smile on his face he responded with a, “My pleasure.”

It had only been a few minutes since Jaehyun had left and Maia was still frozen in place. It was getting harder to breathe but she finally calmed down. It had now been twenty minutes and something else overtook Maia suddenly. Worry. Half of her was still raging but the other half was begging her to see the fact that he might be hurting or just misunderstood. She pulled out her phone to give Jacob a call. He picked up on the second ring and immediately asked if everything was okay.

“Yea. I think so. Actually no I don’t think so. More than me though its Jaehyun. We, um fought. And screamed at each other. I told him to leave and he smiled but it was scary. Like he was possessed or something. I don’t know like his actions and intentions were conflicting. Just call him and check on him I guess.”

“Yea okay definitely I’ll call you back.”

“Thanks, Cobie you’re the best.”

“I know,” and he hung up.

Maia let out a long sigh and flopped down on the couch. What in the world was happening. She couldn’t wrap her mind around it. She soon got Jacob’s caller ID flashing on her phone and she hastily picked up.

“Maia,” he started and she immediately knew there wasn’t going to be good news.

“He’s not picking up. I called him five times and on the sixth try his phone was powered off.”

Just then she heard her doorbell ring. She checked the time. It was just a few minutes after midnight.

“Jacob are you outside?”

“Um no? Should I be?”

“I’ll call you back.”

Maia walked over to the door and faltered a bit before opening it. Standing in front of her was the same man she had seen almost an hour ago. She took a step back and almost fell.

Jaehyun’s jaw tightened. It was like he was mustering up all his strength to open his mouth and say it all out. Let out everything he had hidden from everyone. For some reason though, he wanted to tell her everything the most. Still, even now, he could just watch. He stared at her as if trying to memorize her face. Every line, every curve, the way her nose was slightly scrunched up in confusion but her eyes, they were glowing. Neither spoke for a while, the tension around them evident. Then Maia spoke.

“Are you okay?”

That was all it took. The corners of his eyes crinkled and he looked heavenward. He was fighting back the tears but they raced down his cheeks. Maia’s throat tightened and she felt her heart shatter. Without thinking she reached out in a brisk movement and pulled him in. Jaehyun felt her arms around him as his body wracked with an onslaught of sobs. He let her. It had been too long. Too hard. It was time to let go.

x_____________x

Maia gradually led him over to the couch in the living room when he had gained some control over himself. He wouldn’t look in her eyes. He stared at the wall. The unforgiving walls the same as everywhere. He was always alone when he stared at them like that. Except today. Beside him, he had an anchor. Someone who he had wished for so long to be beside him like today. Maia couldn’t take it anymore. She took his face in her hand and turned it towards her.

“Can you speak now?”

He took a moment to just bore his eyes through hers. As if somehow he could tell her everything telepathically. He wasn’t sure if he could move his lips. And then he felt Maia’s hand on his own rubbing small circles. And he spoke.

He told her everything.

x_____________x

Maia knew her eyes glistened with tears as Jaehyun kept speaking and as she registered his words, but she willed herself to not let them fall. He had ended up with no one to connect with. He was living with burdens in his heart. He poured out every single emotion he had held onto. His family breaking apart, almost to the point of disowning him and cutting down everything. He had learnt to watch only because speaking would lead to consequences that always had him on his knees.

Maia had finally made him want to risk everything. He finished with a breath of relief and wondered when the last time was when he felt so...light.

He had turned away at some point staring at his fidgeting hands and Maia didn’t dare interrupt in any way. He looked back to her then. He found her with glinting eyes and a reassuring smile. He had never wanted to keep someone so close to him more than her, then.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly.

It was then that Maia let out everything that she herself had been holding in.

“Don’t you dare say that. I don’t want to hear you say that. You have nothing to be sorry for. Well except for all those times you were mean as hell but I was too and I’m sorry for that too.”

“Then...Thank you.”

“Always. Do you understand? I will always be here okay. I- okay I’m just going to go for it. I want you to know I’ll be here for you not out of pity but because I want to be. Because you make me want to. Probably not the best time to say this but I think I’m falling for you Jung Jaehyun,” she ended in hushed tones.

It was too quiet and too still. Jaehyun heard it as clear as day. Maia watched as his eyebrows rose and his eyes looked deep into hers to see the truth. He saw it. The same look he had often seen in the mirror these past few days. It was there now too. Maia saw it. She understood. But Jaehyun felt the need to say it out loud.

“I already have fallen for you.”

And all he did was lean in to attach his lips to her’s. It was quick and instant. But it was all and everything. As he pulled back their eyes met and the sparks in them didn’t help much. So this time Maia leaned and their lips fused as if they were the last pieces of a puzzle just waiting to be finally met. Both determined to make it last as long as they could, Jaehyun pulled Maia close by her waist and Maia, in turn, deepened it by putting one hand on his neck and running the other through his messy hair. They pulled back gasping for air but their foreheads still touching. While Maia bit her bottom lip, Jaehyun’s lips curved up into a smile. He made their lips meet again, just a peck and she felt his lips turn upwards into a smile against hers. Their hearts were barely in control but Jaehyun laid his head in the crook of her neck, breathing her in and holding her close. They stayed like that for a while until the easy silence was broken by the ring of Maia’s phone. They pulled away as Maia reached over and answered it.

“Hi Cobie yea, sorry I got distracted. Listen, he’s okay. He texted me so we don’t have to worry. Yea okay see you in class. Byeee.”

“You were worried huh?” she heard Jaehyun tease with a slight smirk on his face.

She smacked his arm and he exclaimed as if it hurt more than it actually had.

“Oh shut up Frost. I just declared my love for you and you’re teasing me about worrying? Nice. What about you huh why did you come back may I ask? Had you forgotten something?”

“Yes. You,” he said with a straight face.

Oh, Maia tried but the red still crept up her face. Jaehyun was no less, however, as she noticed his ears turn scarlet.

They both ended up giggling and then laughing.

x_____________x

They were in each other’s arms, Jaehyun not wanting to let go after getting to her finally. The movie was almost about to end so Jaehyun finally asked the lingering question in his mind.

“Why do you call me Jack Frost?”

“Huh?” Maia responded as she looked up at him breaking her concentration.

“You know. You’ve always called me Jack Frost and you still do. Why?”

“Quite the dumb one arent you?” Maia teased.

“Excuse me are you talking about yourself?” he replied in mock offence.

“Well if you must know. I used to call you that because you always came off as cold and frosty but it stuck so I still call you that but maybe the meaning has altered a bit now.”

“Oh really? How so?” His smile was smug but his eyes gleamed with adoration.

She grinned before saying,” You’re still a bit cold and frosty but just how I like it. You’re my Jack Frost.”

#first fic oh god #i hope i dont die of embrassment #jung jaehyun #nct #nct imagines #nct au #jaehyun au #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #enemies to lovers #cringe maybe

[franklyshipping]

Fighting The Darkness ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

THIS COMES FROM A WONDERFUL ANONYMOUS PROMPT WHEREIN DARK IS TO HELP SILVER SHEPHERD WITH SOME TRAINING! Let's see how this goes....LET'S DO IT!

TAGGING: @darkipli-ler and @silvlee-shepherd

'....okay explain why I have to do this again?'

Dark smiled as Silver Shepherd looked to him with a mix of confusion and curiosity as he held the black blindfold loosely in one of his hands. In his other hand Silver held a wooden sparring pole, and Dark had his own which he absently started to twirl as he rattled off his reply to the sweet hero.

'Learning to fight in darkness, without sight, is absolutely essential for a hero of your calibre. Darkness in an unknown or disadvantageous environment could be easily instigated by a villain and you need to make sure that you can adapt yourself to that.'

Silver followed along with interest, and nodded with an excited smile as the rationality of it all became clear to him. I mean, of COURSE it wasn't strange at all that Dark wanted to blindfold him in a sparring session, and it CERTAINLY wasn't a suspicious request given Dark's record of somehow tickling Silver to smithereens during their sparring sessions.....ahem.

'Huh....okey dokey! Let's do this!'

Dark chuckled warmly at Silver's excitable demeanour, smiling as Silver slipped the blindfold on over his eyes before gripping his sparring pole, attempting to prepare himself. Silver was very eager to train like this, any opportunity to fight and practise and train himself up to be resilient against any villainous surprise; also, Silver felt so lucky that he had a friend like Dark who could teach him these things!

'Wonderful.....let's begin.'

Dark replied, before proceeding to circle the sweet superhero. Dark frankly just wanted to pounce on the twitching, smiling man and tickle him to pieces, but Dark knew he had to build it up, lull Silver into a state of non-suspicion.

'You must remember....you have five senses. Just because one is inhibited, doesn't mean you cannot use the other four. People subconsciously prioritise sight over all else, you cannot allow yourself to do this.'

Dark spoke concisely in an authoritative manner, and he smiled when Silver perked up excitedly; his eagerness to listen and learn was ceaselessly adorable. Dark continued circling, and continued speaking.

'Taste may not apply so much, but the others do. Hearing for one....is imperative....'

Silver gasped and twitched when he suddenly felt Dark's low voice right next to his ear; Dark had leant in swiftly to speak before retreating back and resuming his circling of the hero. Silver could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end as he got more excited, and he smiled bashfully when he heard Dark chuckle at his twitchiness.

'As is your sense of smell....you can identify people that way, as well as gases, toxins, and other dangerous substances....'

Dark continued, and his words spurred Silver to inhale deeply and see what he could get from his surroundings. It was mostly just the air, but there was another scent there....and Silver developed a cheeky smile as he queried.

'Hey uhm....did uh, did Wilford just come in? I can REALLY smell his candy cologne....'

Dark froze for a moment, cheeks going pink....because yes, Darkiplier did in fact smell like his boyfriend's cologne, for reasons that I'm sure you can imagine. Dark narrowed his eyes at the hero....oh if only Silver knew how much worse he'd made it for himself. Dark poked Silver in the side softly, making the hero squeak as he spoke in a more growly tone of voice.

'And last of all....physical sensation, needed for navigation, and identifying whether or not you are inhibited....or weak in any way....'

Silver gulped, giggling residually from the poke....ah, it was SO worth it! Silver may not have been able to see but he KNEW he'd coaxed out a blush from Dark, and that made his day. Silver straightened up, deciding to interject, for he was wondering what the actual training procedure would be....he had no inkling....that Dark had other plans.

'Ohokahay, so what do we do now?'

Dark smirked, pausing in front of Silver. It was time.

'Now.....focus. Listen. Smell. Feel. Listen to the sound of your breathing and mine, smell the air around you, and feel how the air around you moves....feel how it gives you goose-bumps and makes your hair stand on end....let yourself get in tune, and take as much time as you need.'

Silver of course followed Dark's instructions. The hero tightened his grip on his pole, straightened up, and took measured breaths so that he could hone his focus; Silver was under the impression of course, that this was time given to him to focus, and that he wouldn't need to defend himself or anything. So Dark knew it was time. Dark's hungry eyes flicked over Silver's form as he circled and circled, Silver's tickle spots were coming to the forefront of his memory as he eventually stopped behind Silver. Dark silently set his pole down upon the floor....and with the eagerness of a vengeful monster, he surged forth.

'WOAHWOAH-HEHEHEY AHAHA WH-WHAHAT AHARE YOHOU DOHOING?!'

Dark smirked....oh it had all worked perfectly. He had trapped Silver in a hug from behind with ease and dug his wiggling fingers into the hero's fleshy sides. Silver hadn't stood a chance. The hero had shrieked and tried to clamp his arms to his sides, but alas, it did nothing; plus, he'd fumbled and dropped his pole on the ground. Silver had nothing to fight back with, and thus into frantic giggles he descended.

'Well, we've had a number of rather serious training sessions lately, so I figured it was time for a little fun. Also....you don't really think I'm going to let you get away with that comment about my boyfriend do you?'

Dark smirked as he replied to Silver's mirthful question, not halting his wiggling fingers for a second as he watched Silver's wonderful blush of embarrassment crop up on his cheeks. Plus, Silver was squealing amidst his wild giggles and cursing himself for letting Dark get him like this.

'NAHAHAHA IHI'M SAHARRY I-I-IHI WAHAS JUHUST BEHEING SIHILLY!'

Silver tried to reason desperately, craning his head towards Dark as he wriggled about in his hold. Of course, Dark had only just begun his onslaught of the hero, he wasn't going to stop so soon. Dark snickered fondly into Silver's ear, his teeth gleaming with feral joy as his wiggling fingers now crept to Silver's hyper-ticklish belly.

'Ah that may be....but in hindsight I don't think it was one of your wisest courses of action, do you?'

Silver just absolutely shrieked with laughter, arching his back adorably amidst the absolutely torturous tickling at his tender tummy. It was such turmoil for the poor hero, he couldn't even muster up the strength to take the blindfold off because his body's stronger instinct was to keep his hands pushing at Dark's! So the hero remained sightless, and it meant Silver's mind was swirling with question after question of where and when and how Dark was going to tickle him next. It was pure evil.

'IHITWASBADITWAHASBAD IHIHIHI'M SOHOHO SAHAHAHARRYYYY!!'

Agreeing with Dark and apologising seemed like a very good combination regarding securing mercy from Dark, but Dark was rather enjoying himself. He smiled and awed in Silver's ear unsympathetically, before cooing in a babyish tone as his fingers dug eagerly into Silver's belly pudge.

'Awwww, but it's too late for sorry! Now wittle Silver has to face the consequences of being a cheeky wittle boy!'

Silver squealed amidst his cackling laughter as crimson spread across his face, why did Dark have to tease like THAT?! Silver was so desperate in fact, that his knees buckled and brought them both tumbling to the floor. Thankfully they landed on a soft mat, and Dark had expected such a reaction which meant he managed to maintain his hold on Silver and let his nails scratch at the hero's waistline.

'DOHOHON'T TAHALK LIHIKE AHA BAHAHABY THAHAT'S MEHEHEAN!!'

Silver cried out, throwing his head back and writhing as he weakly whacked Dark's arms and hands, he just couldn't handle being talked to like a baby, it made him feel like a warm puddle of goo on the inside! It wasn't fair! Of course that was exactly why Dark teased that way, just so he could weaken the tender hero more. Dark kept up the waist tickling as he cooed once more into Silver's ear.

'Oh come now Silver, how is it mean when it merely alludes to the truth? You ARE a ticklish little baby after all.'

Dark chuckled as Silver shook his head, wailing and grinning and desperately arching his back....whilst also letting out the cutest hiccups that you ever have heard.

'YOHOHOU'RE AHA-HIC-HA MEHEANIHIE! IHIHI'M G-HIC-GOHONNA GEHET YOHOU BACK!!'

Dark raised an amused eyebrow at that, then snarled and had mercy....only to then grip Silver by his sides and roll him over properly onto his belly. Silver gasped and squeaked amidst the manhandling, blushing profusely since he didn't actually mind being manhandled-ahem, but Silver took the time to catch his breath. He figured he'd need it, and the hero got goose-bumps as he properly realised what had just come out of his mouth. Oh dear.

'First cheeky comments, and now threats? You're really asking for it today aren't you?'

Dark growled as he straddled the hero's lower back, and chuckled as he looked and saw Silver hide his face in his hands rather adorably. Dark's chuckles however became much more smug when Silver deigned not to reply to his question...which was an answer in itself; Silver wanted to receive all this just as much as Dark wanted to give it. Dark allowed his fingertips to splay over the backs of Silver's thighs as he purred.

'You should really be more careful....if you're this cheeky with a real villain, goodness knows how merciless they'd be with you...'

Silver let out another soft, tittery hiccup, before his giggles were rekindled from the teasy gentleness that Dark provided. Thankfully though, Silver finally found the energy to push the blindfold up and off of his eyes....his adorable, watery, mirthful eyes.

'D-Dahahark p-plehease plehehease I-I-I d-dohon't knohow where my ch-cheheekiness cahame from!'

.....yeah, nice try Silver. Dark barked out a laugh, amazed that Silver would even try a fib like that, and then went about scribbling the backs of Silver's thighs with happy malevolence; it had only been 60 seconds or so, but Dark had already started to miss Silver's wilder laughter!

'Of course you don't Silver, of course you don't.'

Dark crooned sarcastically, and smirked with delight as Silver let out a shrill scream of ticklishness. Silver's laughter was high-pitched and utterly wonderful, and along with how he pounded the floor mat with his fists....it was fair to say that Silver was very much enjoying himself.

'NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEEEERE DAHAHAHARK!!!'

Translation: Yes it tickles there so much, but I do still like it. Dark of course kept going as he mused playfully in reply.

'Not here? Oh but these ticklish thighs of yours are perfectly within my reach, it would be a shame and a travesty if I didn't give them my attention...'

Silver was just a mess of ticklish noises of all kinds, shrieks, wails, squeals, you name it, if it was loud then he was doing it. It was such a bad tickle spot for the poor hero, and with tears trailing down his burning cheeks, he was really getting desperate.

'IHIHIHI'LL DOHOHOHO AHANYTHIHIHIIIING!!!'

Silver called out, and Dark raised an eyebrow, humming lightly in thought. He peeked behind him and fondly smiled, adoring how the hero just flailed and embodied hysteria so cutely. Dark softly pinched the backs of Silver's thighs as he replied.

'Anything? Anything at all?'

Dark purred, and with Silver nodding almost instantly, it made Dark chuckle and make his request.

'Give me your sweetest apology. You were cheeky to me, and you even had the gall to try and threaten me, I feel that I deserve your best remorse.'

Silver Shepherd wasted no dang time I tell you that, I'm not even sure Dark had completely finished speaking before the superhero's sweet, pleading voice rang out.

'IHIHIHI'M SOHOHO SAHAHARRY PLEHEHEASE FOHORGIHIVE ME DAHAHARK PLEHEHEHEEEASE!!!'

Dark smiled, his heart was nearly warmed with how sweet Silver sounded! Of course, since Silver had delivered on Dark's request, Dark had mercy on him properly. He slid off of Silver's legs, and purred teasingly as the hero hurried to cradle said legs.

'You are forgiven, this time.'

Silver was a mess of flustered gasps and giggles as he frantically worked to rub away all the ghost tingles and tickles that were running through his poor body. Soon though, he moved his hair from his face and looked up at Dark, speaking in a very sweet, meek voice.

'.....th-thahank you.'

Dark smirked as Silver kept blushing; Dark knew it wasn't the mercy that Silver was thanking him for.

'Anytime.'

Silver squeaked happily to himself....after all the intense, serious training sessions they'd had....Silver had honestly really needed something like this. Also, now that he was mostly recovered, Silver perked up VERY cutely and gave Dark an excited, hopeful smile.

'C-Can wehe go get pizza? M'suhuper hungry now.'

Dark smirked, honestly with how dishevelled Silver looked he wasn't surprised that the hero was craving sustenance. Dark got to his feet before happily hauling Silver up too, and replied with a grin as they started ambling to the exit of the training room.

'Absolutely, but only if we can get side orders of nuggets. If I don't have food for Wilford to steal from me when we return then I shall never hear the end of it.'

Silver snorted and giggled at that, it was VERY much a thing that Wilford was the one who would steal pieces of Dark's food whenever the opportunity was there. As they walked though, that cheekiness reared back up in Silver for a moment, and made him mumble playfully; the cologne was still in the air.

'...y-yohou still smell like him.'

Dark pursed his lips and Silver giggled again when he actually saw Dark's blush this time. The hero froze though when Dark turned and suddenly leant in close to him, and for a second Silver thought he was going to be tickle attacked again. However....Dark merely took in a deep breath, and then smirked as he and Silver locked eyes.

'Mmm....you have a wonderful scent combination too....old books and cherry blossoms....and is that a hint of iron?'

Silver's eyes widened as he let out an embarrassed squeak, but ended up smiling bashfully because he figured that he did deserve that. Then, they went and got pizza.....and nuggets and garlic bread and a lot of other food because Dark and Silver had to make sure that their pizzas REMAINED their pizzas.

HOPE YA LIKE THIS LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOOOOO LUV YOOOUS XX

[puffyjoon-blog]

BTS reacting to their s/o feeling insecure about their weight.

fandom: bts

paring: bts x reader

warnings: fainting

genre: angst, fluff, implied smut

word count: 13.6k (i went a little overboard on taes and jungkooks aha)

a/n: hello! my name is Layla and this is my first time writing a bts reaction on Tumblr! I’ve seen so many amazing writers and I decided i wanted to start up a little blog of my own! this certain topic is very close to my heart and i have struggled with this kinda thing a lot in the past. but just know, we’re all beautiful whatever, shape, size, race, religion, sexuality etc etc we are! <3 

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𝙠𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙠𝙟𝙞𝙣

Being the girlfriend of worldwide handsome Kim Seokjin was always something that lingered in the back of your mind. There was always that voice inside your head that said ‘he could do so much better than you, I mean look at him’  

Eventually, the voices got under your skin and soon enough you took these comments to heart. Every shop and car window you walked past, you’d quickly analyse yourself to see if everything was in check. Every time you went into a dressing room to try something on, you prayed that you didn’t have to get a bigger size. Every time Jin offered you to buy you maybe a pretzel or a doughnut, you’d politely decline. Your excuse was that you weren’t hungry or didn’t feel like it. But, in reality, you were starving.

The catch was, Jin knew exactly what you were doing. He observed the way you looked at yourself in the mirror. He observed the way you stopped reaching for the crop tops and observed the way you went for the big hoodies instead. He observed the way you eyed the sweets in the shop like you hadn’t eaten ever in your entire life.

And he hated everything about it. 

Which is why he went a whole day, taking you to your favourite fast food restaurants and buying whatever you’d fancy. Because you were his life and he hated seeing you struggle, especially on your own.

“Jin, I can’t eat this, this is so unhealthy and I’ll gain weight so quickly.” You said as he handed his card over to the cashier. “Nonsense.” He replied, “My girl needs to eat otherwise she won’t be happy and that’ll make worldwide handsome, worldwide miserable.” He joked before pulling you into a tight hug. “And we don’t want that, do we?”

𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞

Now, Yoongi might be a little clueless when it comes to these things and at first, he didn’t realise what you were going through and how you were going through it alone. In his eyes, you were absolutely perfect and he couldn’t ask for someone better. You were his everything. 

It was about 4:30 in the afternoon and you were nearly finished at work. Yoongi had just gotten back from tour a few days ago. However, being the workaholic that Yoongi is, he was already in the studio working on something new. Suddenly, the phone began to ring and on the other line was your boss.

“Hello? Is this, by any chance, Min Yoongi speaking?” Yoongi replied with yes and at that, your boss told him about what happened. You had apparently collapsed during a meeting due to malnutrition. Your boss informed Yoongi that they had already called the ambulance and the doctors were already nursing her back to health, all they needed now was for him to come to pick you up.

However, they had got him at the word ‘collapsed’ Yoongi was already in the elevator on the way down to his car, where shortly after he would race to get you. Once he arrived at the building where you worked, he rushed inside. 

Thankfully, your boss was already waiting in the reception, ready to take him to you. When he eventually did see you, his heart broke into a tiny, million pieces. You were as white as snow and your eyes looked tired and tear-stained. You didn’t look like his girl.

“Oh, jagiya,” Yoongi whispered into your neck “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say anything?” By now, you were both sobbing into each other. You kept silent due to the embarrassment of being wrong. This wasn’t the way. You two sat there cuddling for a little bit before you both decided to call it a day. His arms didn’t leave your waist as you exited the building and entered the vehicle. 

As Yoongi started up the car, he rubbed a hand on your thigh and spoke an “I’ll do anything to make you happy again baby, just know that I’m always happy as long as you’re alive”

𝙠𝙞𝙢 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙣

Whenever you and Joon had some free time from work, your favourite thing to do was to go to the beach. You both didn’t care what season it was or how you were going to get there but you two always found a way. It was the summer month of August and the beach was quite popular this time of year. People were swimming and playing and sunbathing and everyone was as happy as can be.

Namjoon himself looked elated to be there. It was his favourite place and it made it even better with you beside him. However, on your side, it was a totally different story. 

Yes, you loved the beach and spending time with your boyfriend but what you didn’t love is the fact that you were surrounded by pretty girls. Literally, everywhere you looked, there were girls with perfect hair and perfect faces and perfect bodies. Namjoon was bound to realise that they, were so much better than you.

Yet, Namjoon thought that you were the prettiest girl on that whole entire beach. He loved the way the sun made your skin shine and he loved the way the soft summer winds made your hair sway like ribbons. Joon noticed your discomfort though and reached over the sand to stroke your leg.

“Don’t worry Jagi, you’re the only one for me. I don’t want anybody else!” He kissed your temple before getting up and brushing the sand off his trunks. He then spread his hand out for you to take “Shall we go find some crabs?”

You sighed before nodding and taking his hand in yours. As you got up, you heard Namjoon give you a big wolf whistle, making the people around you turn your way.

“Namjoon!” you laughed before chasing him down to the sea.

𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙠

Usually dancing with Hoseok was one of the best times. You both thoroughly enjoyed both dancing and each others company so every week, you and he would go to the studio and work on a routine. It was a win-win situation. You were both very very happy. 

That was until Hobi had brought up the concept of uploading a dance video on social media. At first, you thought it was a brilliant idea! It was a chance for you to show army how much you love their little sunshine and how important his hobby is to you. So you were all for it, and you let him post the video.

Almost immediately, loads of comments started to stream through the feed like a river. Ten percent of these comments were positive while the rest being loaded with criticism. Some about your dancing and some about you, yourself. Comments such as ‘why does her body move so differently, to the music, it's so disturbing’ and ‘tbh she ruins it for our hobi!” Either way, each and every comment dug a little deeper.

Nonetheless, you didn’t dare to show Hoseok you were hurting. You couldn’t bear for him to see you get so eaten up about the media. You knew he loved you no matter what. So you kept your mouth shut and got on how you would normally. 

But obviously, this backfired tremendously. It was your dance practice day with him and from the start, Hobi can see you were out of it. He knew about the comments however he always thought very little of them. They were all false, nothing was going to change his mind about you. 

To make a long story short, the night ended with him comforting and embracing you whilst you sobbed into his neck in the middle of a practice room. He rubbed your back and stroked your hair gently “Oh princess please don’t cry! You’re too pretty to cry.” He whispered “I saw all of the comments, I saw every single one of them and not one assumption was right about you! You are perfect in so many ways and when you dance, it does something to me that I can’t explain. Don’t you dare believe any of the nonsense that they speak, you’re my perfect girl. Mine.”

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣

Struggling from body positivity in the past, Jimin knew exactly what you were doing. He had been there before, he knew all the symptoms and studied every trick in the book. Which is why he stopped you before things got out of hand. 

Although it was easier to speak to you, Jimin felt he needed to be more physical with getting his point across. If you were looking in the mirror and he felt that you were judging yourself, there he was with his arms around your waist and his face snuffled in your neck. he’d mumble an ‘i love you’ every morning and every night when you two were waking up and going to bed. He wanted to show you how much he loved you instead of just telling you.

Even though you loved his clingy side, you couldn’t help but wonder why he was being like this. I mean nothing had changed so what was the big deal?

“Hey Jimin?” you said as you lay on his chest “Not that I don’t love it but you’ve been more touchy this past month, have I missed something?” Looking up at his beautiful face, you saw him bite his lip and look to the side worriedly. Almost immediately, you removed yourself from his cuddle. “Jiminie, what’s wrong?”

He sighed before putting your hand in his “Y/n, I know about your dieting. I know what you’re doing to yourself and to be honest, I don’t agree with it one bit!” You slumped your shoulders drastically “Jimin..”

“No Y/n please, don’t do this! You don’t need to change for anyone especially me! I love you so much but this isn’t the way.” 

𝙠𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜

It was the night of Taehyungs fashion show. Your boyfriend had been asked to model the new clothes for Gucci and you couldn’t be happier for him. He was, of course, ecstatic but also incredibly nervous. This was big for him and you wanted everything to go to plan This was your mans night tonight!

Being in the front row had its perks. From there you could see Tae and support him fully but you were also in the plain sight of other young, beautiful models that were showing off the expensive brand. It made you feel very conscious of yourself, particularly your weight and clothing choice.

Yet, you decided to ignore it and keep strong. For Taehyung specifically. When it was his turn to walk on the catwalk, most of the crowd gasped and at that moment you forgot all about the other girls. You were here for his look. And boy did he pull it off.

After the show, Tae had mentioned an afterparty Gucci was hosting and all models including their plus ones were invited. Obviously not wanting to be a party pooper, you agreed to go with him. 

Turns out, it was one of the worst ideas you could’ve had. If beauty was a room that would’ve been it for there were a least fifty stunning models all dancing on the dancefloor. And what was worse is, they were all dancing around your boyfriend.

Suddenly the scene around you became blurred and you felt a tear slide down your face. Quickly you rushed to the bathroom and locked yourself in one of the stalls. You refused to call yourself the jealous type. But it just had to be them. The perfect, skinny, stunning beauti-

Almost immediately a knock on the stall door dragged you out of your thoughts ‘Y/n?’ You could recognise that deep voice anywhere “Y/n, I know it’s you I saw you come in here!” He spoke sternly “Come out.”

Sighing, You unlocked the door and walked out with your head hanging down “Look at me Y/n.” He said, tilting your chin up with his two fingers “What’s wrong?” Gazing into his eyes, you began to cry once again. “They’re so much better than me Tae! Every single one of them is-” 

“Not you.” He interrupted once again “They may be attractive girls but they aren’t you!” Taking the palm of his fingers up to your face, he dried your eyes. Then leaning down to your ear he whispered: “Now let’s go home and I’ll show you how stunning you are.”

𝙟𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠

Jungkook, as we all knew, had an amazing physique. He had a thin waist and beautiful abs and biceps that any girl would die to just touch. Expect Jungkook didn’t choose any girl. He chose you. You were the eye to behold his great body.

This was indeed very flattering for you but also insanely pressurizing. You felt that you needed to keep up a healthy image, with what you ate and how you dressed and how many times you worked out. Things that kept Jungkook feelings towards you, satisfactory. 

Broadening on the working out aspect, you made a point to go to the gym every week. Not that you liked it. In all honesty, you’d rather sit at home and watch a bunch of films, maybe with your boyfriend if he was home from practice by then. But you made a point to go anyway. To prove to yourself that you could.

It was a Tuesday morning and Jungkook had gotten up bright and early to hit the weights, something he did every Tuesday. The only difference was, you were coming with him. So whilst he was in the shower, you speedily put on your gym clothes and then raced into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. By the time Jungkook had gotten out, you had already put on your trainers ready to walk out the front door. 

As he dried his damp hair, Jungkook looked at you quizzically. “Y/n baby, what are you doing?” he chuckled, whilst you redid your shoelaces “What do you mean? I’m coming to the gym with you!” you replied simply.

He humorously frowned at you “Not that I don’t want you there but, why? You never usually come?”

“Well, I am today okay?” you said rather defensively. You didn’t mean to come off as harsh but it annoyed you! Did you not have the right to work out?

“Woah alright baby, relax! What’s up?” Jungkook sensed the tension and softly gripped your arm, pulling you in closer to his figure. However, you were still agitated and pulled away “No Jungkook stop! I’m just tired of everyone thinking I can’t do it and I’m so tired!”

You tried to storm off into the bedroom but Jungkook caught your waist before you could run away “Y/n what are you talking about? No one said you couldn’t do it! What’s going on?” 

“Jungkook, everyone seems to think that I’m not good enough for you because I don’t follow the same regime! I’m just so tired of hearing it.”

“Oh, you silly girl!” Jungkook joked as he pulled you into a tight hug “I asked you out because you were different! I don’t want a girlfriend who copies everything I do!” He kissed the top of your hair “Now if you want, we can ditch the gym and watch some movies?” And to that, you nodded furiously.

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[im-a-monster-fucking-princess]

Tomione university AU SONGFIC oneshot

i am not sorry

i wanted this too much

slightly NSFW

@sissannis @snipandsnail @disillusionist9 @littlemulattokitten @ninjafairy86 @nerysdax @weirdhunterangel

"I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone"

Hermione closed the door to her dorm and slid down the back of it, exhausted.

Two whole months into university and she'd yet to find that sweet spot between socialising and studying.

She either spent too much time in the library, ignoring the texts and calls of her friends or she spent too much time with them, ignoring the severe itch to run back to her room and fall asleep studying,

It was one of the reason's Ron had broken up with her. Well that's what he said anyway.

Hermione was sure it had something to do with Lavender Brown and her tit's.

"We met a few weeks ago Now you try on callin' me, baby, like tryin' on clothes"

"Tom" the boy next to her, at the overly crowded house party she'd found herself at shouted.

Hermione, startled from her thoughts of whether she really wanted to be at a party hosted by Draco Malfoy, raised her cup in acknowledgment.

"Hermione."

They stood in comfortable silence for a few moments, until the boy, Tom, put his cup down and mumbled something about research and the library and bid her goodnight.

Hermione watched him leave, slightly impressed, and decided Harry was a big boy, and if he wanted to fawn over Theo Nott he could do it himself.

She left him to it.

"So prove to me I'm your American Queen And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat And we rule the kingdom inside my room"

"Hermione, right?"

Hermione jumped, scowled and prepared herself to berate whoever had broken her quiet reverie in the library when she found herself face to face with Tom.

She nodded, and couldn't help but blush when he settled himself in the chair opposite her and began to study.

It was only when he asked her if she minded that she realised she'd been staring agape at him.

"Of course, not" she muttered forcing herself to focus on the economy of the British Empire in the 16th century and not Tom's ridiculously handsome face.

"'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars Never took me quite where you do"

"I can't believe you actually, think that" Hermione exclaimed at Tom as they walked back from the library late one evening. Tom smirked at her, but didn't say anything, opening the door to the student union and guiding Hermione inside.

Hermione, for her part, was so distracted by their debate that she didn't realise where he'd led her, or that he'd brought her a drink and settled them down into a corner booth.

He sat opposite her.

"You're not thinking of the bigger picture Hermione" he'd said and went on to explain his reasoning.

She couldn’t stop watching his mouth. How it formed the words. How perfect his teeth were (which her parents would thoroughly approve of). How the corner of his mouth would twitch when he found something amusing, but didn't want anyone to know.

She wanted to know what it felt like. How soft against her lips it would feel. How hard against her skin he would bite. How his tongue would feel gliding over every inch of her.

"And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa"

Don't tell me you're still sleeping. -Sent 11.23

Hermione rolled her eyes at the text and as surreptitiously as she could, typed a response.

Don't be absurd. Snape accosted me after my lecture. I'll be there in 10 – 15 minutes tops X  

His response, which was instant and made Hermione smile, also gave her a funny feeling.

Ok. Don't blame me if your coffee is cold – it's the thought that counts. - Sent 11.25

"And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa"

Where are you? -Sent 21.52

"I'm behind you" Hermione whispered into Tom's ear as she snuck up behind and poked him.

"Finally," he muttered, passing her a drink that he'd obviously got for her, "if I was forced to watch any of these animals attempt to copulate by myself for much longer, I'm not sure how I'd have reacted."

Hermione smirked into her cup, casting him a look from under her lashes and nodded.

"Absolutely. Terrible behaviour. Getting drunk and snogging like a bunch of randy teenagers" she snorted.

She pretended not to notice how Tom was staring at her lips as she bit into the bottom one and glanced about the room.

She pretended not to notice how good his hand felt when he placed it on the small of her back, when some of the crowd jostled them.

She pretended not to notice how he kept it there for the rest of the night, his thumb firmly moving in circles and giving her goose bumps.

"Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep"

"So," Harry started, "You and Riddle eh?"

Hermione choked on her sandwich and after taking a drink, glared at Harry.

"Me and Riddle what?"

Harry smirked at her and Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

"No."

Harry snorted, "Aha. He just had his arm around you last night, all night, because you're friends, right?"

Hermione continued to glare at him – glaring wouldn't let her down. Wouldn't give away the fact that he had kept his arm round her all night, walked her home and gave her a chaste goodnight kiss which had kept her up half the night.

"Change my priorities The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury"

'This is getting ridiculous' Hermione thought as she, once again, attempted to focus on her essay. Tom was sitting opposite her, working away without a care in the world.

She couldn't stop staring at him. Thinking about him.

She wanted to kiss him, more than anything which she'd decided was a dangerous thought. They were friends, good friends, fast becoming best friends who also seemed to have severe sexual tension between the two of them.

But, and this was the most important thing, Hermione recognised, he hadn't done anything about it. Hadn't given her any indication that he felt anything more for her. That he wanted to move their "relationship" to the next level. That he wanted to-

"Are you going to stare at me all day or do some actual work Hermione?" Tom asked, not looking up from his work, but smirking all the same.

Hermione blushed, averted her gaze and tried to focus.

"Bastard" she mumbled.

Tom's head snapped up, grinning.  

"So prove to me I'm your American Queen And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat And we rule the kingdom inside my room"

They somehow moved to handholding, 'platonic handholding' Hermione told herself repeatedly, even though their fingers were interlaced, and she could feel that heavy ring that he never took off against her fingers ("a family heirloom" he'd told her one night), and even though her palm was slightly sweaty because this was intimate, this was not what platonic handholding was, he still didn't let it go.

"TOM" a voice interrupted her thoughts and they both turned, hands still locked together, to see Daphne Greengrass, all blonde hair and legs in a short skirt and a pair of high heels and an inappropriately short crop top for February and red lips, coming towards them.

Tom didn't let her hand go, but Daphne didn't seem to notice, and maybe Tom didn't either, because he still agreed to meet her in the library and go over their latest physics lecture together later that day.

Images of Daphne sucking the end of her pen between her lips and Tom growling and reaching over the table and pulling her into a kiss and over the table into his lap and loosening his trousers and thrust-

Hermione jolted, her hand slipping out of Tom's hand.

"I have to go" she mumbled, fighting tears and crossing the road - leaving a bewildered Tom staring after her.

"'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars Never took me quite where you do"

Cormac McLaggen had been pestering Hermione for a date since September and perhaps if he hadn't come across her practically crying her eyes out she would have been sensible and refused him like she consistently had.

But the thought of Tom and Daphne made her feel ill and the word "yes" was out of her mouth before she knew it.

She wasn't sure who was more shocked, him or her.

And the date was awful. Not just because Cormac had apparently zero manners when it came to dating but because every time he spoke Hermione was reminded of Tom and how he would have answered.

It didn't help that Cormac spent most of the date practically leering at her and making suggestions for how to christen his new car.

Hermione had excused herself at the earliest, politest moment, made her own way home, crawled into her bed and tried not to think of her best friend

"Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending"

You're avoiding me –Sent 13.22

Why? – Sent 13.24

The only time I've seen you is when you've been leaving the library, coincidentally as soon as I arrive – Sent 13.25

I'm not avoiding you – Read 13.31

Prove it. Malfoy's having a party. I'll see you there – Sent 13.32

Fine – Read 14.17

"With all these nights we're spending Up on the roof with a school girl crush Drinking beer out of plastic cups"

"Nice to see your face instead of the back of your head for once" Tom snarked as soon as Hermione walked in. She could feel her scowl creasing her make up.

"How's Daphne?" She spat, not meeting his eye and taking a large gulp of what she assumed was vodka by the way it burned the back of her throat.

Tom stared at her, his eyes wide, "Oh my God" he muttered and pulled her, roughly by the elbow, out of the room.

"Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff Baby, all at once, this is enough"

Tom pushed her roughly against the door, of what was clearly Draco's bedroom, and kissed her. Hard. All teeth and tongues and his hands, his hands were lifting her into his arms, his hard lentgh pressing tightly through his jeans against the increasingly wet spot between her legs and -

"You thought" he mumbled against her neck, biting and licking and marking her.

"Yeah" she breathed, sounding whinier than she intended.

Tom slipped a hand between them, his fingers deftly moving into her underwear and against her clit, "You're stupid" he groaned, "and so fucking wet baby."

"Shut up" she hissed when he slid two of his fingers into her cunt.

"And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa"

Harry was standing with Theo when they exited the room and gave her a look.

She rolled her eyes, laced her fingers with Tom's and ignored his shouts of "I was right" as they left the party together.

"And all at once, you're all I want, I'll never let you go King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa"

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Trying again to post my Ragnarok blabbering....

Let’s try and see if tumblr still thinks it has too many paragraphs. If so, I shall split it into two. Reminder that this is just me spewing out everything that bothers me because I actually have so desperately few Thor(ki) pals on tumblr that I'm basically jumping on any opportunity to actually talk to someone about it. Which is why you precious few who commented are now getting the full broadside of my entire jumbled misery. I apologize in advance. You really don't have to read all of it. I’m also not looking for a grand discussion or anything. I just need to get it out of my system.  

​I respect that there are people who liked the movie, and I don't mean to spoil it for anyone else, so what I'm going to say here is all just a very personal, subjective impression that is by no means anything else but an opinion. Also I feel kind of stupid because the film has been out for a year and...yeah well.

On we go.

upstartpoodle replied to your post “I’ve finally seen Thor: Ragnarok (yes yes, I’m late to the party, I...”

I haven't seen it since I knew from the various spoilers I've seen that it wasn't really my cup of tea, so I can't really comment about the film as a whole, but I've seen a lot of complaints from other people about inconsistent characterisation, too many jokes, dropping the ball on plot points established in the previous films, etc. There's an increasingly long post that keeps cropping up on my dash about it. 

calicoskatts replied to your post

I enjoyed it but for me it was jsut another entertaining movie from Marvel but nothing particularly interesting. I thought I was watching Guardians of the Asgardians personally. I’ve been put off from Marvel over the last bit tbh, so maybe that’s why? Like I said, I enjoyed it but I wasn’t wowed or anything.

nelioe replied to your post

*raises hand* I agree, I too thought the movie was awful

miusmius replied to your post

I honestly loved it!

hiko73 replied to your post

What? The movie was amazing from beginning to end, imho....I feel at a loss why you hated it so much.

So, before I say anything, I need to explain that I basically knew the film's plot from gifs and Youtube clips before I watched the DVD, although I didn't know all of it. I already thought some of the scenes sucked big time from the snippets I had seen (Get help, the obedience disk), but actually there were a few that I thought were bad and that turned out rather good in the movie. I’ll come to those in a minute.

So, I think seeing the movie in its entirety for the first time was what did me in. Really, my brain hurt after the end credits rolled off the screen, and I felt like brainwashed. I mean, I knew it was different, and loud, and colourful, and that’s not what I’m having a problem with. It’s rather…a conglomerate of things that just rub me the wrong way.

I’m not mentioning the inconsistent characterisation and the many loose threads that never get cleared up sufficiently (an entire fandom has been waiting for an explanation of how Loki survived Svartalfheim! I had expected it to be a major plot point early in Ragnarok, but it wasn’t even mentioned apart from ‘I thought you were dead’. Well yes, thanks Thor, me too. I’d like to know how he managed not to be dead!).

I’ll also not mention obvious plotholes because well, it’s Marvel we’re talking about, so things like that are expected, and I’ll neither mention obvious flaws on the technical side (too many rapid cuts, weird camera angles or frames) because artistic liberty and all. What does get on my nerves is how almost any serious scene is broken up by something ‘funny’. No two characters can have a quiet talk for two seconds before some joke is cracked that does or does not fit the situation. It’s…tiresome. Especially since most of the jokes aren’t really funny.

​Here's a thing: a have a weird humour, I Hate comedy with a capital H, and I despise nothing more than random comedic slapstick elements in an otherwise serious film. Why for heaven's sake can no one make a serious movie anymore? Argh. This film is literally titled "The end of the world" and yet there's a joke at every corner, and no it isn't a black-humoured jab at fate, it's the kind of knee-slapper that's only funny for half the time it takes, and not again afterwards. It makes me angry. Comedy has to be precise and on-point to work. There's a lot of well-placed comedy in the previous Thors and the Avengers; comedic elements that are funny even when you watch the scene a second and a third time. Now, Taika Waititi takes comedy to an entirely new level that isn't necessarily one I like. I also need to say that although I don't know him personally, he comes across as a very taxing person, taxing in a sense that his constant good spirits and giddiness and sort of bouncy energy would definitely wear out my social batteries if I had to be around him all the time. It wore out Tom Hiddleston's, as we can see in several behind the scenes footages where Taika takes to fooling around in front of the camera while poor Tom would just like to get on with his work.

​Anyway, back to the movie. Of the major things that rub me wrong is that it does have a very problematic attitude towards violence.

​It is rated for a viewing age 12 and up in my country, but I sure as hell would not let my children watch it. There are scenes that come down to nothing but random violence for…well, not even the sake of anything. Hela just skewering Fandral and Volstagg like that? What for? If it’s meant to establish an emotional connection and show just how dangerous Hela is, it fails spectacularly, because it is not given enough time, or enough emotional room. It’s just ZAP and they’re dead; if you don’t look closely you don’t even realise it’s them because they've never had a moment to being reintroduced. Half of the audience has probably already forgotten who they were.The scene with Hogun is gruesome as is the slaughtering of an entire army, and it does nothing whatsoever in terms of significance. Later on, we see many other characters just resorting to brainless mass shootings and seemingly enjoying the heck out of it. Valkyrie, Skurge, you name them. There's a very problematic message in having a character stumble off an enormous spaceship, having them fall off the gangway drunk because it looks cool, and then proceed to mow down a bunch of innocent and mostly unarmed scrappers on a trash planet.

​Now, I don’t have a problem with violence in general. I just don’t like the way it is presented here.

There were a few scenes that were actually good. 

Thor and Dr. Strange for example, even though the plot could easily have done without that sideline, and Benedict Cumberbatch is also only pouring 50% of his effort into his performance - still, it’s solid, classy acting. ​

​The scenes between Thor and Loki on Midgard in the very beginning stand out because both Hemsworth and Hiddleston are given enough time to actually act out their characters' emotions without being interrupted by a joke. I really liked the dynamics here and I wish the film would have picked up on that course.

Some of Hela’s scenes where a little background on her character is revealed were good as well, but overall I thought Cate Blanchett was alternating between gross overacting and doing minimal duty as per contract. It would have been nice to have her on screen some more, and learn a bit more about her past and her motivation. Revenge for being imprisoned by Odin? Sounds familiar. Hela, darling, how about a little talk about that with Loki over tea and biscuits? I'm sure the two of you could have shared some experience. (Also major kudos to Loki for NOT tearing into Odin like "Aha, so throwing your kids into a cell seems to be your standard educational measure, dad.")

​Anthony Hopkins was awful. He has never been good in any of the previous films, one of my main reasons for my major dislike of Odin, and I don't know if he's getting senile or what, he just was really really bad in this one. It only adds to the awful characterisation of Odin altogether. The last straw was his dealing with the Hela situation: "There's this threat that is coming for Asgard, born of one of my own mistakes, there's nothing you can do about it and I don't give a shit so bye and good luck, I guess." Good thing he disappeared, or I would personally have crawled into the TV and shoved the old man off the cliff.

​So, what little else I liked was actually any scenes with Heimdall - I wasn’t a big fan of Heimdall, ever, but he seriously kicks ass here, not only because of superb acting on Idris Elba's part but also because his scenes aren’t interrupted by hectic cuts or off the mark jokes.

​Surprisingly, Skurge’s story arc was interesting as well. Now, I don’t like Karl Urban - you've probably figured out by now that there isn't an awful lot of people that I like. Basically I think his character is rather unnecessary - why not use one of the established characters? Why not let Fandral or Hogun be torn between right and wrong? Anyway, Karl does play him well and I see why a character like that would be in there (his death though? More random, unnecessary violence).

​Bruce Banner / The Hulk really went on my nerves the entire time. The fight between he and Thor is well choreographed, but the entire sequence is too long *yawns* Some of the stuff with Thor in Hulk’s room is actually funny, but that was that. 

​And then Loki. Please prepare yourself for a rant of epic proportions.

Now, I do admit I'm biased because I love Loki; I've loved him in Norse mythology ever since I was a child. I went to study Old Norse for a bit mainly because of the Edda and Loki, and I love what Hiddleston has done with the character in these films. I also get that this is Thor: Ragnarok and not Loki: Ragnarok and that he is a supporting character just like all the others.

​That said, in the few scenes that he actually has - you don't really need Loki for what he does. Any random side character could have stolen the ship's codes, or placed Surtur's crown in the flame. That last bit was a bow to the original myth (and the comics, I suppose) where it's really Loki who releases Surtur and causes Ragnarök (which is why I -love- the 'saviour' scene because it's a reference to Loki arriving at the scene of the final battle at the helm of the ship of the dead, called Naglfar, in Norse myth). But - in the film, all in all, you don't really need Loki for all that. Valkyrie could have done it, or Heimdall, or Skurge for that matter (what a heroic plot that would have made for him!).

​And there's more to it than just lamentably little of Loki in this film. The entire film, to me, seems like a deliberate attempt to ban Loki to the background, give him as little screentime as possible, and make him look ridiculous altogether. Not only is his character basically replaceable in what he does, no - 

(I've seen quite a lot of the BTS stuff in advance, so this plays into it as well.)

Let's start with the small things:

- There's hardly any close-ups of Loki in the entire film, Norway being the one great exception (consequently, he rocks the scene).You can always see him do something in the background, but the camera is never close enough to pick up clearly on any emotions or anything. Best example is the sofa scene at the Grandmasters'. If that was shown correctly, you would be able to read the entire course of the fight from Loki's face - there's glee, there's worry, there's schadenfreude, there's hope and admiration and anger and frustration and everything you can possibly imagine he goes through, but we are shown only mushed images of it. The entire dragging long battle between Hulk and Thor would have been way more interesting if more of Loki's facial expressions had been cut into it.

- Basically all he's good for is delivering cues for Thor and being there as a projection screen for Thor's heroism.

- The camera always seems slightly out of focus; Loki is there but he's not, somewhere at the back or to the side. Even when he's meant to be in the picture, the camera frame is just this little bit out of focus or he's being filmed at a weird angle.

- Weird angles. It's a signature thing for Loki in this film. He's being filmed from behind, above, below - now don't get me wrong, it's a very interesting artistic device - and the scene where he appears before the grandmaster, filmed through the transparent floor is a masterpiece in terms of camera angle - but when it's 80% of these frames and the rest is 15% hovering in the background and 5% good, clear close-ups, it conveys a message about the filmmaker's attitude towards this character - and in Loki's case, this message is not doing him any favours. 

​- More weird stuff: time frames. As I said above, you only ever see Loki doing unimportant stuff. Sitting around talking to the Grandmaster's cronies, getting "captured" on purpose, trying to get through to Thor. We don't see him doing any kind of stiff like Thor does, nothing "heroic", we don't even see him do any significant amount of magic. The only heroic moment he has, at the very end, is again botched by off-kilter dialogue ("I'm not doing get help" just sounds soooo out of place at this moment) and weird framing. Like, Thor gets all these super-cool, physical fighting scenes, full-on frontal, kicking and punching the shit out of everyone. Again, I get that this is Thor: Ragnarok, and we also have the Hulk and Valkyrie who need their hero moments. But we do know that Loki is just as good a fighter as everyone else, he fights differently, but he's very capable of defending himself and others, as seen in Dark World. In Ragnarok, he's right there in the middle of the fight, but you never see him do anything. You see him close in on someone, cut, then you see him pull out a knife of a body or juggle his helmet or whatever, but never any real action that proves how capable he is as a fighter, not like Thor gets them all the time. You see him jump, and roll, and fall on his ass, or doing a pirouette and tossing his hair back afterwards. The focus is not on him doing his share of defending Asgard, but on how he's a weak and pathetic fighter (this post explains it with great visuals). The thing is, somewhat heroic  moments  have been filmed, but have been left out in favour of more ‘funny’ sequences.

- Talking about ridiculousness: There's a total of seven scenes where Loki falls on his ass, his face, or is somehow on the ground for some reason when it's totally not necessary. In comparison, in Dark World and Avengers, he was only ever on the ground when either defeated, or due to battle  action, not just for shit and giggles.

The one at Dr Strange actually makes me wince from the sheer impact with which he hits the floor, bouncing back two feet high in the air (can’t find the gif right now, but he does), and everyone in the cinema laughs. Actually laughs, like this is some funny one-liner. Someone's dropping from the sky and hitting the floor real hard and y'all laugh? Like no, this ain't funny at all, not to me.

​- What are these scenes actually good for? Why did the previous films set him up as a master magician who - as even Dr Strange says - is a force to be reckoned with, when everyone can just shove him to the ground like that? Why is nearly everyone suddenly more powerful than him?

- Shitty lines/shitty scenes: 'Safe passage through the anus'. Boy, it makes me cringe for poor Tom who actually had to say this shit out loud, or play stuff like the (thankfully deleted) portaloo sequence. Like, wow. I mean, I know I have a different type of humour from nearly everybody else, but this shit is just so not funny, and I really hate Taika Waititi for even including such lines and scenes in the script. I mean, I get that he favours Thor over Loki, but was that really necessary? It's so cringeworthy it makes my teeth hurt.

- (On a minor sidenote, can we talk about how it also speaks volumes that Hiddleston was given a costume that he can barely move in and that makes him visibly uncomfortable, yet no one gives a shit?)

To sum it up, I don't like how Ragnarok treats the character of Loki and ignores all of his potential in favour of cheap jokes. It says a lot if a script needs to make fun of one character in order to let its main character appear in a better light. Taika talks about how Thor's and Loki's relationship is at the focus of the film and how they finally get to resolve their problems. I'm sorry, but I don't see any of that. I don't see any brotherly moments or reconciliation or at least an attempt to make things right. And that brings me to the one character that I have the biggest problem with: Thor.

​Now, the general consensus was that Thor grows, he learns, he takes up responsibility, he has this great character development that makes him into a better man. I don't see that. What I see is a man who uses and abuses everyone in his path to achieve his own ends. He thinks he can command Valkyrie by repeatedly reminding her of her oath to the throne (the throne being a very prominent motivation for Thor, as we shall see) even when she's made clear that she gives a shit. When that doesn't work, he keeps trying to guilt-trip her, and when that doesn't work either, he fakes concern to get her attention, and once he has it, he cruelly pushes all the buttons that he knows will make her yield (basically telling her: you can either forget everything and rot on this planet, or you can do something about it and help me).

​He manipulates Banner in the same way because he needs the Hulk for his Asgard mission. I mean, telling Bruce he prefers him over Hulk, and telling Hulk he prefers him over Bruce - I get that it's meant to be funny, but when you think about it, it isn't. It's manipulative as heck and it's exactly the kind of shit he always accused Loki of: lying to get his way.

And when it comes to Thor's interactions with Loki,  he has not learned a single thing. He still treats Loki the way he always did: a scapegoat at worst, a convenience at best. In Norway, after Odin departs, Thor doesn’t hesitate to immediately accuse Loki of both Odin’s death and bringing about Hela as a consequence - as if Loki had any inkling that this was gonna happen. He wouldn’t be so stupid as to bring destruction to Asgard on purpose, remember it’s the only home he ever truly knew, so even if he did let things slip while posing as Odin, he surely never meant for Hela and Ragnarok to happen. He was just as surprised about the Hela revelation that Thor was, and as for Odin’s death - I doubt that this was intended. Especially since we still don’t know xactly how Loki got rid of Odin, but if he’d wanted to kill him, he could certainly have done so while Odin was weak and defenseless, but he didn’t - he just wanted him out of the way, not dead. Yet Thor completely assumes Loki is to blame for all of it, and as a consequence he falls back into his abusive treatment of his brother.

Yes, all I see is an abusive sibling who purposefully manipulates his mentally unstable younger brother. He knows what Loki has been through in the past; moreover, he has heard from Odin himself just how everyone in this family was played and lied to. He has seen what that did to Loki in the past. Thor knows exactly what's at the core of his brother's mind: the ambition to gain his family's approval, a fear of being abandoned, a deep-rooted sense of worthlessness and the ever-prominent desire to impress his older brother. Of course Loki sucks at saying all this out loud, and Thor probably doesn't know the full extent of the damage, but after the events of Avengers and Dark World he must at least have an inkling of what's going on inside that mind. 

​And yet he goes ahead and uses all of Loki's greatest fears against him:

"Our paths diverged a long time ago" - no they didn't, he just never let Loki catch up to him.

"It's what you always wanted" (never seeing each other again) - have you even paid attention to your brother, you big fool?

"But you, you stay the same", "you could be so much more" etc. - and being what, exactly? Thor's thrall, tagging along behind him, helping out when shit hits the fan, and otherwise keeping his mouth shut? To Thor, Loki is only acceptable when he behaves like Thor wants him to. He fails to see that it's Loki who's forced to change more than anyone else. He was forced to change almost first thing after being born, from a Jötun baby to an Aesir one just to please his new father. He's constantly forced to change to adapt to everyone's expectations: Odin's, Frigga's, Thor's own. And when he refuses to play along, he's the one at fault.

​There are two scenes in Ragnarok in particular that I find hard to watch in respect of Thor's abusive qualities. First, the elevator scene /Get Help.

​Loki tells Thor no three times, he even gives him a reason why he doesn't want to do Get Help (which, considering Loki and his difficulties to express emotion, to Thor no less, is a big deal). I don’t know about y’all, but if my sibling told me they found something humiliating, which is several steps up the uncomfortable scale from "I just don't like it", I would never force them into it. Thor has to respect his brother's feelings and stop right there. A no is a no, even from Loki, even in this situation, especially considering how the entire move is nonsense after all - but Thor doesn't stop. He disrespects his brother's wishes, he ignores Loki's feelings, and what's worse, he even belittles him for it and laughs it off: No, for me it's not.

​Yes, well, Thor baby, guess what? It's not always about you.

Even worse is the taser/obedience disk scene. It makes me physically cringe. And I will happily fist-punch everyone who tries to tell me it's just "a joke" or "friendly sibling barter" or wasn't "meant to hurt Loki" or that Thor "didn't know". I'm sorry, but nope.

​Thor knows exactly what the obedience disc does, how it hurts. He has absolutely NO reason to use it on Loki. Loki has been playing along to his plans, he has even tried to offer Thor an explanation and a possible way out, but at that time Thor decided to throw a tantrum and sulk. Did he really think Loki would go through with that half-arsed attempt of collecting the 'reward' for Thor's capture from the Grandmaster, when just some hours before Loki has told Thor that he Grandmaster is a lunatic and that he basically wants to leave Sakaar just as bad as Thor does? Did Thor even listen??? Not to mention that there never was a 'reward' promised by the Grandmaster; instead a threat of public execution looms over Loki if he fails, so the reward he speaks of is possibly, once again, getting away with his life (while using the time this buys him to come up with a means of escape).

​There was no reason at all to place the taser disc on Loki and leave him there - besides, Thor must have planned to use the disk even before he could be sure Loki was going to betray him, so it was Thor's plan all along to leave his brother there for whatever sick reason. How could he be so sure Loki would find a way to free himself? How could he be sure the rebels would be the ones to find Loki, and not the Grandmaster, or Topaz, or any of the hundreds of guards that swarm the place? Not to mention that time passes differently on Sakaar, so who knows how long Loki lay there writhing in agony. Thor walking off telling him "Good luck, I guess" while his brother is in obvious physical pain, and at the mercy of a crazy dictator, is the ultimate cruelty. But the throne is always more important, eh?

​How could Thor be sure Loki would follow him to Asgard and come to his aid? Seriously, Loki could just have taken that ship and flown to the other end of the universe for all he cared. He's the only Asgardian on a ship full of refugees, he has no reason at all to help Thor, not after the taser disc and the general way Thor treated him, and YET he comes after his big brother because he desperately seeks Thor's approval, and Thor knew that and manipulated his brother into exactly this behaviour back there in the elevator.

​And does Loki get a thank you? Not even! All he gets is a flippant "You're late" (everyone who tells me that's 'friendly sibling banter' again must have a truly fucked up relationship with their sibling), and then he's being ordered off to the vault to basically perform an act that could cost his life, without Thor even wasting a second thought to it. Well, we've already seen in Dark World how little Thor cares for Loki, as he just leaves his dead little brother behind to rot on a foreign planet. Doesn't even send anyone to come and collect the body or something. Doesn't even seem to care in Ragnarok whether Loki has made it out of Asgard alive or not (does he check frantically if his brother is aboard as they float off into space? No...but hey look, there's a throne, and people call him majesty, so all is grand).

​Not even the "I'm here" scene does anything for their relationship. How often does Loki have to prove that he will sacrifice himself for Thor, and how often does he get nothing in return but accusations ("You faked your death!", "You killed our father!"), dubious compliments ("Maybe there's some good left in you") or at the most Thor throwing him a bone of approval: "Maybe you're not so bad after all" instead of "Thanks for saving our arses".

​So, is this 'growing'? Is this 'mature'? Has Thor learned one single thing that makes him a better character? I don't think so. He takes up right where his father left, caring only for his throne, and manipulating his brother just the way Odin has always done. Yes, he became a little less uptight, and yes there's the new Thor who's sassy, nonchalant, doesn't give a fuck, doesn't let himself be played by his brother's schemes. I love the way Chris Hemsworth is playing this new Thor as opposed to the previous films. It's fun to watch him finally fill this role with a bit of spice. I really really like this new Thor. The problem is, I like how the new Thor is, but not what he does.

​All in all, I think what happened was that Taika and Chris Hemsworth decided it was time to put the focus on Thor and make his character the center of the plot - which is fine, with it being Thor: Ragnarok and all, but why does it have to be at the expense of another great character that could have been used in so many other, different, better ways for the plot? I think they tried deliberately to shift a bit of Loki's coolness and cunning to Thor who, let's face it, has been a rather one-dimensional character in the previous films.

​What I'm going to say now is unpopular, and probably mean, but it's the vibe I'm getting from day one since I started watching any Thor movies and BTS and interviews: All of this ties in nicely with Chris Hemsworth coming across as borderline jealous of Hiddleston and the success he gained for his portrayal of the Loki character, who was never supposed to steal Thor's spotlight. It's a shame Taika Waititi rolled with it in Ragnarok and actively added to this fiasco by way of bad filmmaking.

​On a final personal note: Just yesterday before watching the film I wrote a little scene post-Ragnarok where Thor finally gets to understand everything that bothers Loki, and finds a way to comfort his brother in a very gentle, caring way, because that was what I understood Thor had finally learned: true compassion, the ability to understand, the motivation to go and make up for every time he was a shitty sibling in the past. I can't see that now, not anymore after watching this film, not after what Thor has been made into and how he treats Loki :(

I'm sorry this got so long. I'll disappear for a while now and see if I can manage to un-watch this movie. Thanks for reading/listening.