#and i found it so funny how unbelievable it gets sometimes

[wakanai]

WAKA WAKA HOW WE FEELING ABOUT THE NEW CHAPTER?

OMY CCHUUNKY SO GOOD TO SEE YOU!!!

OKOK FIRST OF ALL-

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WHAT IS HAPPENING 😵‍💫😵‍💫

IM GLAD THAT WE GOT TO SEE SOME OF FYODOR. MY HOPE KEEPS GROWING THAT HE'LL SHOW THEM UP AGAIN AND ACTUALLY STILL BE ALIVE.

but also

WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE RAT??? HUH. WHAT.????. NEVER ENDING QUESTION MARKS.

I LOOK FORWARD TO FINDING OUT MORE.

FUKUZAWA'S EXPRESSION AT THE LAST PANEL BROKE ME. HE LOOKS SO DISTRAUGHT, THAT WAS HIS CHILDHOOD BFF 😭

DAZAI IS SHOWING CONCERN FOR SIGMA. AWW. BUT ALSO SHOW THEM UP, FYODOR!!!

DAZAI NOT BEING PART OF THE ADA PANEL THOUGH?? PLEASE. WHY WHY WHY WHY. I SO DONT WANT HIM TO GO BACK TO THE PM HUHU. WHAT IS UP W THAT.

CHUUYA - IVE HAD SOME THOUGHTS ABT IT HIM FOR QUITE SOME TIME NOW BUT THATS FOR ANOTHER POST.

SIGMA IS BBG.

and that's basically my highlights JSJDJD

overall, I'm not disappointed with the chapter because there's SM left to unpack. I am slightly confused at where it's going though 😭 but overall yes. let's go bsd. I wanna see how you progress. JSJSJSJSS

ALSO TERUKO HAD FEELINGS FOR GENICHIROU?? (correct me if im wrong pls bbgs)

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[galedekarios]

i'm reading a new interview tim downie gave about gale and it offers some of tim's own headcanons about gale, as well as tim's thoughts and insights on gale's character:

Nerds & Beyond: I like that you mentioned that the game is full of rounded characters because they are, they all have different aspects that make them feel real. I adore that Gale specifically is so serious and studious, but at the same time he has this really playful side — he often jokes about how he was a mischievous youth, he encourages other people like Arabella to do so, he understands when The Dark Urge first mentions their violent thoughts. There is a lot of nuance and depth there. But the quality that I love with Gale most is that obviously he is very ill when we first meet him – not that we know immediately – and he’s dealing with a lot of chronic pain. I find him incredibly selfless because he takes that day-to-day head on to help the party, which is an aspect I feel continues to show throughout the three acts. What’s your favorite quality of Gale’s, or what did you take away from him? Tim Downie: It’s so interesting hearing you say that, because I had so many different feedbacks about what people take from the character and sometimes things really surprise you. It’s interesting hearing that such and such has taken that particular aspect, because there are broad things like “He’s funny,” and that’s quite nice, that’s a nice trait, though not one you necessarily get to see that much. It’s so interesting hearing other people’s views about what they take from Gale.  The idea of dealing with chronic pain I found really interesting and an interesting subplot to play, and that was the great thing about doing something like this is that it is so unbelievably nuanced. You have so many layers that just keep going and going and going, as much as we all contain multitudes within ourselves. We all deal with these things, but only certain things pop up to the surface at any given point.  What did I take from Gale, though? I liked his studiousness. I would imagine that he was probably bullied as a kid for it, and he was probably a bit of a joker because he was bullied, and he uses that as a defense. But an even bigger defense for him is “I now know stuff that I didn’t before,” and that’s a power. It’s very similar to when you are being bullied and you’re the funny one – that’s your power, that’s your thing. “I may not be able to hurt you in a traditional sense, but I can say things that will make you feel pain,” which is a very different thing because you physically can’t go after them.  That’s the wonderful thing about acting and this character as well is being able to explore all these things that you might not have, that you might have gone, “I’m not gonna look at that again, I don’t want to deal with that,” and then it brings it up again and it’s like, “Oh, this is actually quite cathartic,” to re-explore these these moments of sorrow and loss and how you deal with grief and things like that and heartbreak and how you get over that.  It’s not all just tears, you do try and make a joke of it.

i really like that they are addressing the topic of gale's chronic pain. it's something that doesn't get addressed often, not even in the game itself.

i also found his answer as to why people might connect to gale very nice:

Nerds & Beyond: Gale is the most popular origin character to play as. What is it about him that you think allows so many different players to connect with him to the depths the fandom has? Tim Downie: I really don’t know. I think you’d have to ask the players that, ‘cause I don’t know, to be quite honest with you. He’s a wizard, and who wouldn’t want to be a wizard at the end of the day? I always say the difference between wizards and sorcerers is that sorcerers just pretend – they just assume they know what they’re doing, but a wizard has really learned this trade. And so there’s that kind of weight of knowledge and learning, which I would love to play as and be for a length of time.  I think it’s also the frailties. I like characters, and a lot of people do I’m assuming, that have flaws, otherwise you’ve made them completely unapproachable. To be completely superhuman or completely extraordinary at something then removes the humanity from it because it becomes like, “Well, that’s never gonna happen.” But when there’s a flaw, when there’s, “Oh, I’ve got that wrong, too,” or like, “My knees hurt” as you say, or “I’ve got a bit of a headache. I really don’t want to do this,” “You’re really annoying me, this is very annoying, could you please hurry up?” or “Stop licking the damn thing,” it’s always those moments that are fun because it shows what we’re all thinking at that point, it removes it from almost archetype and stereotype and it becomes human in a way.

gale is approachable and likeable, has flaws, but is genuinely nice. i think that very much sums up his character.

this bit here made me laugh:

Nerds & Beyond: When you’re talking about those different layers in the humanity building, I think one of the most important aspects in this game is the more “background” or passive dialogue, so dialogue that is prompted in the world and not in the cut scenes.  For instance — the first time I made Gale sneak he immediately complained about his knees, and it was such a real moment where he was just like, “Oh, don’t make me do this. This is not what I’m here for, I’ve got bad knees and I’m not made for this.” Did you have any of those background lines or moments that stick out as being particularly fun to craft?  Tim Downie: I remember the first time I ever had to do waiting, I found it infinitely interesting in so many ways. The idea that I did actually just have to wait and just actually, “Hmm…” Those little things I find really funny because they’re probably the closest to me that the character ever gets. His waiting mannerisms are kind of very English – slightly annoyed and I’m not going to show it to you though because we’re all being very nice, but I’ll do it with a huff and a slightly sarcastic, “Well, that’s great. Another 20 minutes. That’s great.” Those kinds of sentiments I found wonderful and incredibly fun, and funny, to do. 

if you want to read the whole interview for yourself, you can do so here!

[springseasonie]

Hate me more | LMH (M)

Enemies to lovers, Camp counselors Mark x Fem reader

Summary: You really dislike Mark and you're pretty sure he dislikes you too. Ever since he came to the camp last year, he's been nothing short of a headache to you. And now you're forced to work with him this summer, and his mission is clearly to piss you off.

Warnings: sexual content, heavy dubcon/cnc themes, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), kissing (shocker), Mark is annoying, so is the reader tbh, may be errors even though proof read

Word count: 7,7k

Song recs: kiss by NCT dojaejung (this is my way of promoting the unit go stream)

A/N: I was gonna write something for the release of golden hour but this took a bit longer than expected 😭 10 days later an I finally finished it lmao please give feedback if you want it's always appreciated

"Okay kiddos make sure you have all your things before we go back to the cabins okay?"

"Yes Ms. Y/N!"

You gave them a thumbs up as you leaned on a tree, waiting for all the kids to pack up. This was your life every summer for the past 4 years. Being a camp counselor was a lot of work the first time, but by the end of the summer, you had to come back. You loved your kids and they loved you. The staff was always so welcoming and nice. That was true until Mark started the third summer.

He was such an asshole. All the other female counselors gushed over him and his looks. He was constantly flirting with everyone, using his looks and charisma to get himself out of shit. It annoyed you, and Mark instantly took notice. He would side eye you all the time and talk about you as if you weren't friends with everyone else. He didn't really care though, he enjoyed being confronted by you every time he got "caught." Mark found your anger funny, never really taking you seriously.

And now you're paired to work with him this summer.

"Ms. Y/N, where is Mr. Mark? I need help getting something out a tree," one of the kids asked.

"That's a good question honey." You glanced around the area, looking over both shoulders to try and get a sign of him. And of course, he's nowhere to be found. "I don't see him around. We're just gonna have to wait for him okay?"

The little girl nods and runs back to her friends. Ten minutes go by and you start to get annoyed. This happened way more often than you would like to think. Mark disappears to do something or someone for way too long and you're left to take care of the kids by yourself. Sometimes, you almost think it's unbelievable how unreliable he is, sneaking away leaving you alone with 20 children in a forest. But then again, it's on brand for him.

5 more minutes went by and you start to get frustrated. You have no idea what he could be doing that's going to cause all of you to be late for dinner time. "Okay everyone please listen to me okay?" All the kids stop talking and turn to you. "I'm gonna go look for Mr. Mark, but I need all of you to sit in 5 rows of 4. Now." All the kids practically run to sit next to their friends and plop down on the floor.

"Good. None of you move or get up. If anything happens, scream at the top of your lungs okay? I'll be right back." All of the kids agreed as you turned to walk into the forest, going the way you last saw him.

"So fucking irresponsible," you muttered to yourself. "How the hell am I supposed to watch 20 kids by myself?"

You could still hear the kids, so you know you weren't too far away from the area or the trail. This wasn't new for you, always looking for him. It's only been a month since the both of you had to start working together, and he was already making shit hard for you. Mark liked to go hide somewhere. it was either to get away from you, the kids, or to get blown off by some staff member. You couldn't stand it.

"I mean seriously, can't he control himself for one fucking summer," you grumble. "Fucks everything that walks. What an ass."

"Well I wouldn't say that."

Your body jumped violently suddenly hearing his voice next to you. You whipped your head in his direction seeing him sitting, leaning in a tree. Mark had his ear buds in and from where you were standing, you could still hear the music playing.

"Where the hell were you," you asked angrily.

Mark stood up and dusted his pants off as he walked to you. You crossed your eyes, eyeing him up and down. He was so smug about everything. He always looked like something was amusing to him, like there was always a joke to tell.

"Here," he said.

"Clearly. And how the hell do you even have a working phone out here. There is literally no service."

Mark shrugged, wrapping the ear buds around his phone and putting it in his back pocket. "I downloaded stuff before I came."

"Whatever, let's go," you said, rolling your eyes.

"Where are the kids," he asked you, placing his hands in his pockets as he walked.

"In the same place I left them. I had to come get you like you were a lost child. Stop leaving me with all these kids."

Mark smiled in amusement as he walked behind you. You didn't really notice, but you tend to stomp when you are angry. And fortunately for Mark, it wasn't annoying. He actually found it cute, but he wouldn't tell you that.

"Can we take a break? My legs hurt," he whined teasingly.

"Mark, stop playing games. We have 20 kids in the forest waiting for us to come back and the sun will start setting soon," you replied, sighing heavily.

"Oh please we'll be okay."

And at this moment, you've just about had it with him. You turned around, lips pursed at his nonchalant response. Mark stopped in his tracks, looking up at you as you stood on the top of the small hill. "You have one more time to piss me off or I will report you. I'm not joking."

Mark's amused expression washed away as you turned around and kept walking. For the rest of the walk back, he said nothing. Soon enough, the both of you got back to the kids who were still sitting and chatting.

You sighed, groaning quietly. "I'm gonna do another headcount. You get that thing out of the tree."

"Why couldn't you just do it," he complained.

"Because- you know what, just get it out the tree."

You counted all of the kids, double and triple checking everyone and the area around you. Soon enough, Mark got the toy that was stuck in the tree out, and everyone was ready to leave. "Okay everyone you know the drill. Get your buddy and get in line. Mark, you'll watch the back."

"Didn't sound like a question," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I wasn't asking."

"I swear to you I will kill him if I'm ever alone with him again."

"He's really not that bad," Somi said, taking another bite of her pancake.

"Please, bad is an understatement," you say as you sit down. "He fucking left me with 20 kids, and then when we got back and I told him how dangerous that was, he says 'but you handled it, right?'"

Somi laughs, clearly amused at your story. You give her a confused look, not understanding why she wasn't siding with you. "Y/N, anything he says makes you angry."

"That's not the point!" Somi stops laughing when she sees how upset you are. "He left me and 20 kids in the forest near sunset to sit on his ass and listen to music. Then got an attitude with me because I was telling him what do when he wanted to act like a fucking child. I'm tired of it, Somi. I've been dealing with this for a month."

"Shit, I didn't think it was that serious," she said, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly.

"We literally could've had a bear encounter or something. I don't want to keep taking responsibility for his shit," you say, sighing heavily. "Anyways, I'm done complaining. Let's just eat."

You went to bed last night still completely angry at what happened in the forest. Mark didn't say anything to you walking back, but your conversation once you got back to the main camp was nothing short of unpleasant. It consisted of all your usual unpleasantries with him. Mark didn't really seem to care much though. You hated that you always let him get a rise out of you once you said you weren't going to do it anymore. And at this point, you had to get to the bottom of it.

You looked around the dining hall trying to find Mark. You knew he was there, he always came late after roughhousing with the kids in his cabin. Searching around some more, you spot him in line getting food. "I see him."

"Please don't harass the man," Somi begged you.

"Too late." You got up and walked to him. You really needed all this bad energy between the both of you to disappear. You weren't too sure about him, but it made every day difficult and you couldn't deal with it all summer. "Hey buddy," you said, tapping his shoulder.

"Didn't know we were friends."

The fake smile immediately turned into a frown. "Our conversation from last night isn't finished."

Mark groaned quietly as you followed his pace in the line. "Why do you keep bothering me if you don't like me?"

"I'm not bothering you, I'm trying to figure out what your deal is," you whisper yell. You followed Mark to his usual seat with the other male counselors, taking a seat right next to him. You were too focused on him to notice the confused stares you got from everyone else.

"Um, hey Y/N," Haechan greeted you awkwardly. "Is this…your new spot?"

"I came to talk to your friend if you don't mind."

"She's crazy," Mark blurted out, making the table laugh.

You smacked him on the arm, making him turn to you with the brightest smile you've seen all summer. And for some reason this was the first time you looked at him without feeling pure irritation. He was actually pretty…cute?

You couldn't look directly in the eyes, fearing that the anger you felt all morning would go away. Instead of speaking, you got up and went back to the table with Somi.

"So..what happened," she questioned.

"Nothing."

"You don't seem too upset by it," Somi observed.

"What..what are you talking about," you said, trying to deflect.

"You can't fool me, you're terrible at lying," she laughed. Somi took another bit of her pancake, but stopped laughing, giving you a look as if she found out something. "Do you like him?"

"Keep your voice down! And don't eat with your mouth full, you look like a damn kid."

"Y/N, do you like him?"

"Of course not! I can't stand the man," you deny.

Somi squints her eyes and side eyes you, but says nothing. You know she doesn't believe you, but it doesn't really matter because either way, you don't like him. "Okay..just know that today is your day to clean the kitchen."

"I know," you said with a sigh.

"And his also," she reminded you.

"Goodness kill me now."

-

You and Mark cleaned the dishes in the kitchen silently, not daring to say a word. There was an unspoken rule between the 2 of you at the moment, first person to speak surrenders to the other for the entire summer. You'll never surrender to him, no matter what it takes (that's what you want to believe anyway.) Mark had been stealing glances for about 30 minutes now, watching you clean meticulously and quietly. He always thought you were pretty, except for when you were being annoying that is. He always thought of himself as the bigger person, despite his childish nature, so he thought he should end this silent game sooner than expected.

"Did you get sleep," he asked.

"Why do you care?"

"I can't be concerned about my friend," he said. Mark chuckled softly when you sucked your teeth.

"Why do you insist on pissing me off," you say, turning to him. "Like I really don't understand why you don't like me. Since you came here last year, I've been nothing short of annoyed with you."

"It's never been my intention, but I just happen to strike those emotions in some women."

"What the fuck does that mean?" You put down the dirty dishes, crossing your arms as you looked at him with a brow raised.

"It means," he replied, turning to you, "that the more women are attracted to me, the less they like me."

You scoffed, getting back to cleaning the dishes. "You wish. You're out of your fucking mind."

"If I'm crazy, then what exactly was that earlier," he asked. You didn't know, but Mark definitely noticed how you backed off of him during breakfast. The way your expression changed, how quick you got up. It almost seemed like you were running from something, and he knew exactly what it was. "I know you like me."

"I don't like you. I just didn't want to talk to you in front of all your friends. They were laughing at me, so I left," you explained. Mark took two steps to you, his body ending up close to yours. You backed up a bit, not understanding why he was close to you, but he followed you again. "What are you doing?"

"Testing something out," he said simply.

"Look I don't know what you're testing but I'm busy. " Just as you moved away from him, he placed his arms beside you, trapping you under him. The both of you have never been this close before. Sure there were times where he had to catch you or hold you for activities in the forest, but there was nothing like this. This was close. This was personal.

"What are you doing," you asked, shock written all over your face.

"Standing here." Mark's lips curled into a smirk as his eyelids dropped once glancing at your lips. "You're pretty."

"Thank you but I really need to-"

"You know," he started,"you never told me what you wanted to talk about before you left the table."

You sighed, making a dramatic pained expression. "Mark, please. Can you back up?"

"No."

You looked up at him, surprised that his face was closer than before. One more move and your lips would've probably touched his. 'Why am I even thinking about that right now,' you thought to yourself.

"I know you wanna kiss me," he said almost in a whisper. Mark chuckled softly seeing the frazzled look on your face. You were so easy to read, always saying you didn't like him knowing damn well you wanted him. He just wanted to make you say it. He wanted to break your prideful attitude down and make you beg for him.

"You are saying insane things right now." You couldn't even look him in the eye, too afraid you would melt under his body. He was too close. You couldn't control your heart beat or your whirling mind. 'Maybe kissing him wouldn't be so bad,' you thought to yourself, but pushed the thought to the back of your head.

"But you didn't say I was wrong," he said, leaning into your neck.

"Mark, seriously." The slight whine in your voice made you want to run and hide from everyone. You felt like you were going to collapse into his hands the closer he got. His voice was so soft, but his presence was still so dominating. It was almost too much for you to bear.

"What would you do if I kissed you right now," he whispered in your ear, a smile on his face. "Would you push me away, take it and get mad, or maybe give me another one?"

You could barely look at him, let alone speak. You had no idea how to respond to him. You didn't even know if you were supposed to. But what you did know is that if he made one more move or said anything else, you would most likely lose your mind. "Mark, it's too early in the morning for this," you said practically begging him to stop.

Mark released his hand from the counter, placing it on your waist. His grip was firm as he pressed you against the counter more, body so close his leg was between yours. "You're not even trying to run at this point. You little liar."

"Mark..what if someone comes in here?"

"Let them. Why do you care? Are you scared," he teased. Mark kissed the spot behind your ear softly, making you gasp. Your body tensed up in his hand, causing him to rub small circles in your waist in an attempt to comfort you. He kept missing down your neck, moving back up to kiss your jawline.

You stood there, still as a tree. Your eyes fluttered shut, taking in the feeling of his lips on your skin. At this rate there was no point in fighting it. He had already won like he did with everyone else. You felt Mark's hand leave your waist, grabbing your chin as he ran his finger down your bottom lip.

"If you want me to stop I will."

You shook your head unconsciously, brows slightly frowning at his words. You were desperate and he definitely knew from the way you were frozen and speechless.

"Good girl." Mark kissed you softly, but deeply. His hand slowly made its way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. You dare to touch him, feeling like it was way too intimate. But before you could even pull away, he kissed you again, this time with even more sincerity. You didn't know why you had such a heavy feeling in your chest, but it did scare you a little bit.

"We have to finish all of this stuff in 15 minutes. You think we can make it," he asked on your lips.

"If you stop fast enough, maybe.."

Mark chuckled softly at your response, pulling away from you. He was clearly extremely turned on, but you were not the kind to help him with his problem, and he knew that. But that didn't stop his mind from drifting, thinking about how hot it would be if you dropped to your knees at this very moment.

"Wasn't that fun Y/N?"

"What are you talking about," you said, covering your face in embarrassment.

"Unwinding instead of having a stick up your ass," he jabbed.

You dropped your hands, scoffing at him. You shoved your way out of his arms, walking to the sink he was at previously. "Gosh, you're so annoying," you mumbled as you scrubbed the dirty plates.

"Yeah but you like it though."

"You wish."

"Proved my point."

You and Mark haven't spoken since the kitchen fiasco. You said a couple of words to each other when it came to the kids, but nothing more than that. You couldn't even look at him, the shame filling your body once he came into your vision. But one thing was for sure- you definitely didn't hate him as much. You were still very confused. You didn't understand where all those feelings came from for Mark in the kitchen. Maybe your subconscious? It didn't really matter, you just wanted to make sense of everything.

"Okay everyone, tonight is movie night so we need to leave a little early okay," you announced.

Mark leaned on a tree silently watching you as you interacted with the kids. You didn't know that he had conflicting feelings as well. All the teasing and messing around turning into sexual tension was not what he hoped for. He just wanted to mess with you. He wasn't actually going to kiss you for real, but when he saw the desperate scrunch of your eyebrows, how could he resist himself? If it weren't for the kids, he would definitely have his way with you right on the ground, but nothing in his life ever works right.

Mark admired the way you were with them, always so nice and careful. You were careful with anything really, never wanting to come off as irresponsible or rude. But he never cared about any of that. He didn't care if people thought he was a prick or an ass, which is why you were so intriguing to him. He never got a chance to actually introduce himself to you before you can dislike him as easily as you did.

After 20 minutes of walking back to the main site, the sun had finally set and all the kids and counselors went back to their respective cabins before going to the lake for movie night.

"So you're telling me," Somi started,"after all these months of not liking him, he came onto you in the kitchen and you didn't refuse?"

"I know, I know it's humiliating," you grumbled putting on your shirt.

"Enemies to lovers. My favorite trope."

You let out a loud embarrassed groan listen to her words. "We only kissed twice. We didn't say anything to each other for the rest of the day," you added.

"Not even for your group," she questioned.

"Well of course we did, but very little. He was..so distant," you said. You slipped into your jean shorts and put your shoes back on quickly. "I'm gonna go make sure all the girls are ready." You got up and walked outside to see everyone playing around. Just as you were about to round up your cabin, you see Mark who's talking to some of his kids. You wanted to stop staring at him, but you couldn't. You gulped as he glanced at you, giving you a small wave. "I hate him," you muttered to yourself almost as if you were trying to convince yourself it was true.

You shake your head, attempting to push what happened out of the forefront of your mind, but it's hard to do that when he's walking up to you. You turn away from his direction, hastily gathering the girls from your cabin. Just as you were about to make your way to the lake, you were tapped on the shoulder. Turning around agonizingly slowly, you face him with a fake smile.

"Hi," you said awkwardly.

"Hey, so listen-"

"I can't talk right now, we're about to head to the lake," you interrupted.

"I know but-"

"Can't talk."

Mark sighed, looking down at his shoes. He knew you were difficult, but not like this. "Can we talk after the movie?"

"Talk..about what? There's nothing to talk about," you say dismissively.

Mark rolled his eyes, walking away from you. You looked behind yourself, watching him walk back with his hands in his pockets. All that you could hope for was him forgetting whatever conversation he wanted to have with you.

Your cabin was the first to get to the lake while Mark's was the last like always. The movie started at 7, so thankfully for you, you could be left alone for 2 hours. You leaned against a tree as you watched the movie projected on the sheet quietly.

Unlike you, Mark was watching you silently, eyes never leaving your body as you stared at the screen. He knew you wanted nothing to do with him even after he kissed you, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He's never been in a situation like this before. Having to chase after you was starting to dampen his pride, but he liked it.

He watched as you whispered to Somi about something, not able to read your lips. Maybe he shouldn't have thought to follow you as you walked away from everyone, but getting to be alone with you came rare, so he had to take his chances.

"Hey, I'm gonna go back to the cabin. I forgot something," he whispered to Haechan.

"Okay, be quick though. I don't wanna be responsible for you," he replied.

Mark gave him a dry laugh and walked away, following you from behind. Mark picked up that you were going to your cabin after a few turns on the trail. The sun was starting to set, so he began to rationalize he weird actions to himself. "It's not weird that I'm following her," he muttered to himself quietly. "I'm just keeping her safe." It was surprising how you didn't notice anyone was following you. You were usually always attentive, but it seems that you were only that way with other people.

Soon enough, the both of you made it to your cabin. You went inside with a big sigh, letting the door slam behind you. Mark would be a kind person and knock on the doors but he wasn't all that kind, so scaring you is the option he went with. Mark quickly went up to the door, opening it quietly. Your back was turned as you rummaged through a bag for something, causing you to not hear his footsteps or the door creaking open.

"Boo!"

"Fuck," yelled, body jumping violently as you turned around. "Mark?"

"Surprise."

You scoffed rolling your eyes at his jazz hands motion. "You're not funny. Now get out, this is a girls cabin."

"I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted to talk." He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as you went back to looking for whatever you were looking for.

"I really don't care, just leave," you said sternly.

Mark had enough of beating around the bush with you, the constant teasing, and asking dumb questions. He had to know why there was bad blood between you, especially after you let him kiss you that morning. "Why don't you like me?"

"You're kidding." You let out a dry laugh as you turned to face him. "I don't like you? I'm pretty sure it's the other way around."

"I'm just curious because since last year, you never gave me a chance, so I really want to know," he said, lifting his brows with a small smile.

"I want you to tell me why you don't like me first, then maybe I'll consider explaining myself to you."

Mark took small steps towards you, not being able to control the smirk on his face when you furrow your brows in confusion. "You're uptight and rude to me. And you never give me your attention unless it's to be rude with me, and I hate that that's the only way I get to talk to you. You only want to speak to me if it's to tell me how bad of a job I'm doing or how frustrating it is to be around me or work with me."

"That's not true, I-"

"I'm not done." You closed your mouth, intimidated by how commanding his voice was. "Then you go around and say to everyone how much you hate me. I know you complain to Somi and all the other counselors, and that's fine. But next time I would like to hear it from you directly."

"That I hate you?" You gave him a weird look, making him chuckle softly.

"Yes. Tell me that you hate me." He was walking closer to you slowly, arms now at his sides as he looked down at you with hungry eyes. Your arms were still crossed as you stood there, not allowing yourself to show how intimidating he was to you. Your face was calm, but your heart was beating faster with every step he took.

"I'm not telling you I hate you. Can I talk now," you asked.

"Go for it."

"You're fucking annoying and not helpful. You came into this camp last year and made all these friends and everyone liked you instantly. Everyone says you're funny and such a great guy but I have yet to see it. All you've done since you've been here was piss me off."

"You wanna know why," he said. He leaned down to your ear, a smile tugging at his lips. "Because you're pretty when you're angry."

"That's not funny," you said, looking away from him.

"I wasn't joking." Mark moved away from you, eyes going straight to your lips.

"Seriously mark, I don't care that you like to get me riled up, but yesterday was uncalled for. Do you have any idea…will you stop staring at me like that?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Mark could barely concentrate on what you were saying. Your expression, the way you spoke, how close the 2 of you were. All he wanted was to just kiss you and shut you up for the night. Mark could barely keep his hands off you, every bit of self restraint coursing through his veins.

You sighed trying to back up from him, but all you did was bump the edge of your bed making you fall back. You plopped on the thin mattress placing your hand behind you to stay balanced on the bed. Mark's gaze turned dangerous, staring at you as if you were prey.

"God you're so hot," he mumbled.

"Mark," you said, his name coming out a bit breathlessly.

Before you could finish your sentence, he pinned your body to the bed. You were dead silent as you watched his eyes move rapidly along your face and body. "Mark..we can't. We have to be back soon."

"Stop fighting it. Just say you want me," he mumbled quietly. He leaned into your neck, breath tickling your skin as you closed your eyes.

You shook your head, brows furrowing as you tried to push the feeling to the back of your head. But the only thing you can think about is how his hands are leaving your wrists as he moves them down your body. Your breath hitched when his fingertips brushed against the slightly exposed skin of your stomach. You didn't stop him as he lifted your shirt, hands attaching to waist firmly.

The both of you stayed silent, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of breathing and your old bed creaking at every movement he made. You watched him as he moved his hands lower, fingers resting on the button of your jean shorts. Mark looked at you for any signs of you wanting to stop, but all he saw was the desperation on your face.

You gulped watching him unbutton and unzip your shorts, lifting your hips as he tugged them off you. Mark took his shirt off, laying it next to your shorts. He hooked his fingers on your underwear, pulling them off you quickly. You let out a small yelp when he tugs you towards him, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he moves between your legs.

'Just get on with it,' was all you could think. You were way too eager to get him between your legs, and at this point, nothing was going to stop it. "Hurry up," you said, breaking the long silence.

Mark didn't say anything or look at you, all he did was smile as his face disappeared between your legs. A small gasp of please leaves your lips as he kitten licks your core. You close your eyes, letting your head fall back onto the mattress taking in every movement. He ran his hand up and down your leg, nails lightly scratching your skin making you shiver. Needing more friction, you begin to grind yourself on his tongue slowly, but he stops you with a hold on your hips.

"We're gonna do this nice and slow okay," he said.

"We can't, we have to get back soon."

"They'll be okay. There's more than enough people out there." Before you could say anything his mouth was back on your core, tongue pressing against your sensitive bud hard. Without thinking your hands made their way to his hair, fingers running through the blonde locks. Mark kept licking at you agonizingly slow, chuckling when you whined for more. He would speed up at moments, flicking his tongue against your clit faster just to tease you, then stop.

"Please," you begged breathlessly, "it feels like I'm being punished."

"I know," he mumbled.

You smacked him on the side of his head softly, making the male look up at you with a brow raised. "I fucking hate you."

Mark chuckled, removing one of his hands from your hip. He didn't take his eyes off of you as he slid two fingers into you, pumping them slowly. Mark watched as you basically fell apart in his hands, moans never stopped spilling from your lips. He began licking your clit, but faster, almost sending you over the edge.

"Shit, don't stop," you whined softly. You couldn't control your hips as you grinded against his fingers and tongue. Your jaw dropped when he fingered you faster. Gripping his hair, your hips moved on their own as you grinded faster. You were so close, your core pulsing on his fingers. "Fuck I'm gonna cum," you whined.

Your whines became louder, the pornographic sounds of your moaning, bed creaking, and sounds coming from Mark filling the empty cabin. This is one the many times you thanked God no one was around. Your eyes rolled back and body shuddered as your orgasm hit you like a truck making you mumble curses that not even Mark could make out. You let go of his hair, plopping back down on your mattress breathing heavily.

"I'm assuming that was the first time you came in a month?" Mark slid his fingers out of you slowly, wiping the digits on your sheets. He moved your leg off his shoulder, lifting himself from between your legs.

"Do you think I'm getting myself off after hiking and being around kids in this damn camp everyday," you asked, rolling your eyes at his statement.

"No. I think you're too uptight to do that," he said with a soft chuckle.

"It's crazy that you're still calling me uptight like I won't get up and leave."

Mark didn't respond to you, laughing softly to himself knowing you wouldn't move either way. He moved off the bed untying his sweats. You watched him as he let his clothes fall to the ground, eyeing his body. Not that you couldn't get it before, but now you see why he was a big deal to the other female counselors.

"Aren't we gonna use protection," you asked, gulping when he was back in front of you.

"I don't have any," he mumbled.

"You're so fucking ridiculous," you grumbled. "You're lucky I'm on birth control."

Mark could barely hear you with how eager he was to see you lose yourself for him. No amount of mean words or insults could turn him off in the moment, every word you spoke sounded like exactly what he needed to hear. "You're so fucking hot when you're mad." His lids dropped as he grabbed your ankles, pulling you closer to him.

"Don't tease, we don't have all night," you whined.

Mark couldn't take his eyes off you as he lined himself with you, slowly entering you with ease. You looked pretty under the light of the setting sun peering through the window. The light hit your eyes perfectly as they rolled back, soft moans leaving your lips at the same time. Mark thrusted into you slowly holding your waist firmly. He wanted to savor the moment, finally able to get you under him, because even though he had you now, he might not ever get you again. It was taking everything in him to not ram into you after every move not wanting it to end too quickly.

With the way he was looking at you you thought he was gonna eat you alive. And in all honesty you would let him. It was conflicting to you that all this pent up aggression towards him exploded into sex, but you were clearly not that conflicted. You would never tell him, but you had always been attracted to him and the kiss was just the tip of the iceberg.

He slid his hands up the back of your legs, pinning them to your chest as he thrusted into you faster. Your moans echoed in the empty cabin, not even thinking about if anyone could be near. "Feels so good," you moaned.

"Who's making you feel good?"

"Fuck..you are," you whined, eyes fluttering shut as you take in pleasure.

"Good girl," he cooed. Mark watched as you slipped your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit at the same place as his thrust. His fingers were constantly kneading your legs, leaving prints in your skin. "You're close aren't you baby?"

You nodded fast, looking at him with desperate eyes. "Kiss me.. please."

Mark didn't have to think twice. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss quite literally sticking his tongue down your throat. You sucked on the wet muscle, moaning loudly on his tongue every time he thrusted into you.

"Mark..fuck," you moaned softly. Mark took a hand off your leg, wrapping an arm on the small of your back pulling you closer to him. You kissed him again, moans and whimpers poured into his mouth.

Mark moaned softly against your lips as you squeezed around him, cumming on his length. You pulled away, your lewd sounds becoming louder as he didn't stop fucking you. Mark leaned down, kissing your neck messily as you clung onto his shoulder. Mark has never had this kind of passionate feeling with a person before. It was starting to feel like more than just a sexual attraction to him, maybe he did actually have feelings for you.

"Cum in me," you said cupping his face.

Mark looked at you, brows furrowing in uncertainty. "A-are you sure? I-"

"Please baby just cum for me," you mumbled, completely taken over by the pleasure spreading in your body. "Can you do that for me?"

"Anything for you," Mark breathed out. Your words went straight to his length, his pace speeding up as he felt himself closer to cumming.

Your jaw went slack, eyes rolling back as you felt another orgasm creeping up on you. "Y-you're gonna make me cum," you whimpered.

With just a few more thrust, both you and Mark came at the same time, loud moans and groans filling the space. Mark's body went limp, laying on top of you with his face buried on the side of your neck. No one said anything for a minute, just laid there in each other's embrace trying to catch your breaths.

"I guess you don't hate me after all," Mark joked, breaking the silence.

"Only a little less."

Mark snickered as pulled himself out of you slowly. "Let's get you something to clean up with." He got up and pulled his boxers and pants on. You were sure it was because you just had sex with him, but the way you looked at him was different now. Before you were completely annoyed by his presence, but now even the little faces he made were endearing. Of course, Mark would never stop being an infuriating person to talk to but maybe you like talking to him. Maybe you liked being around him this whole time.

"If you want to go for round 2 just say it." Mark walked back to you with tissues, handing them to you with a smile. He chuckled softly when you gave him a frown for his comment. "Back to hating me I guess."

"I don't hate you Mark," you admit. The words felt unnatural to you, but they were the truth. You don't hate him, and you don't think you ever did.

"I'd like it if you did though," he said, sitting on the edge of your bed. "If what we just did considered hate fucking, please hate me more."

You rolled your eyes, tossing the dirty tissues in the trash bin across the room. "Who said it was gonna happen again?" Mark watched you closely as you shimmied back into your underwear and shorts. "What? Is there something on my face?"

"Yeah." He stood up, pulling you to him, making you gasp softly. Mark kissed you deeply, smiling against your lips when you kissed him back. "We should get back. I think we've been gone too long," he mumbled.

You nodded, kissing him one more time before he pulled away from you agonizingly slow. "Please don't be weird when we get back. I don't want to have to hate you again," you joked.

"Didn't I just tell you I want you to hate me more?"

"What do you mean you fucked him last night," Somi whisper yelled.

"Yeah..I did..right on the bed you're sitting on."

"Ew ew ew." She shot up from your bed with a frown on her face, making you laugh loudly. "Seriously what is wrong with you, why didn't you say that before I sat down?"

"Thought your reaction would be funny, and it was," you'd aid giggling.

Somi looked at you with disgust on her face, dusting off her body. "Anyways…are you guys like..a thing now?"

"I don't know. I don't think so," you answered.

"Well do you wanna be a thing?"

"Well..I think I do," you admitted. "But I don't know him that well, you know. All I did was have sex with him. What if he doesn't want anything," you said.

"You want me to be honest?"

"Please do."

"I think you should go talk to him. Like right now," she suggested.

"Now? I don't even know if he's in his cabin," you stated.

"Just go. If he's not there, go back another time. You should talk to him while your feelings are still fresh," she suggested.

Somi was right. Even though you thought it was still a bit early to talk to him, you couldn't stop thinking about him all day and all night. Throughout the day, the both of you kept stealing glances, staring at each other but not saying a word. It's been hard trying to keep your bubbling feelings for him at bay, especially when you're working so close for the summer. But Somi was right, it wouldn't hurt to try.

You nodded, sighing softly. "You're right. I should go." You turned walking to the door, but when you opened it, Mark was standing there, hand up like he was about to knock.

"Oh," you said, surprised. "Hi."

"Hey," he said, looking everywhere but at you. "Can I, um, talk to you?"

"Uh, yeah. You wanna talk here or.."

"Just walk with me. Please?" You've never seen him so nervous or unsure before. It was kind of cute. You agreed, leaving the cabin and walking along the trail with Mark.

The first couple of minutes were silent. Neither one of you said anything. The only thing that could be heard were the sounds of your feet on the dirt trial and the laughter of children from afar. But it wasn't an awkward kind of silence. It felt comfortable, he felt comfortable and warm.

"I really like you Y/N," he started. "And I know it might be weird for you, but I just felt like you had to hear it."

His words went straight to your heart, making it beat faster with every syllable. You blinked fast, not really knowing how to respond. You were afraid of coming into him too strongly, saying something that would scare him away, but you had to say something.

"I..like you too," you confessed. Your face was beginning to heat up, palms becoming clammy from the nervousness. You haven't been like this since middle school, all shy and nervous.

"So..where should we go from here?" Mark raised a brow and looked at you. You glanced at him quick enough to not want to run away from the situation all together. He grabbed your hand, making you pause mid step. Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it at this point, and you were sure he could too.

"I, uh, I don't know," you stuttered.

Mark chuckled, clasping his fingers with yours. "I've never seen you so nervous."

"I'm not nervous." You don't know who exactly you were trying to prove that too, but it definitely wasn't him because as soon as you spoke he laughed.

"I think we should start over this summer," he said. "I think we should meet each other for the first time again."

You looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he started, turning to you. He stopped walking and tugged your hand to look at him. "I mean we should start again from a clean slate. I want to get to know you better on a good note, but only if you're willing."

You gulped looking down at your feet. You must've looked like a kid with the way mark was smiling down at you. "I..I would like that. I'd like that a lot actually." You looked at him, expression going from shy to worriedm. "I'm sorry for y'know being rude and everything."

Mark didn't say anything, allowing your words to linger for a moment before he leaned down and kissed you. The kiss was softer this time, more innocent. Mark pulled away with a small smile on his face. "You don't have to apologize to me for anything. I know I've been an ass, and I'm willing to make up for it."

It was hard to keep a smile off your face and stop yourself from blushing like a kid. "If we do this, will you stop talking to me once we're out of here," you asked.

"Y/N when I said I liked you I was serious. I don't want this to be a summer fling. I actually want to get to know you before I date you," he explained.

Your eyes went wide, completely flustered from his statement. "You want to date me?" Your heart fluttered repeating his words almost immediately, getting butterflies in your stomach. "But I've been so terrible to you and-"

"So? We like each other and we should explore that this summer."

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. You let go of his hand and placed it on the back of his neck, kissing him. This was the first time you kissed him. And it felt good. It felt good knowing that you didn't have to keep trying to convince yourself you didn't like him, or that you were never attracted to him. You pulled away, eyes never leaving the man in front of you. You didn't know if this conversation would make a difference for the rest of the day or the rest of the summers, but if Mark was true to a hate he said, you could wait.

But if not, then maybe you just might hate him for real.

[rarityroo]

Obviously Jax is bad at feelings; even worse with apologizing. He and his girl have their first big fight and she just gives him the cold shoulder to the point he’s frustrated. He’d definitely say something “Come on, doll face, I said I was sorry! What else do you want from me, woman?!”

Fumbling apologies

(Jax x Fem!reader)

Hi! Im sorry this took a bit, I sadly have strep and feel like I ate a cheese grater lmao. This isn’t proof read so please forgive me if this is wonky, I honestly really like writing for Jax so I’m very happy I got this request! If you like this please lmk, Enjoy!

You didn't mind Jax's crude nature, more often than not you found it funny. Sure his jokes and such were mean but he had a certain air about him you found so enjoyable. Until this moment at least...

"I just don't get what the big deal is!" Jax says in a dismissive tone. Your eyes flashed with frustration, was he serious? "It's not just about saying sorry, Jax. It's about meaning it! You can't just toss around apologies like they're nothing. I need to feel like you actually understand why I'm upset." Jax crosses his arms, a stubborn glint in his eyes. “Come on, doll face, I said I was sorry! What else do you want from me, woman?!” Jax said exasperated, he just wanted this to be over.

You shook your head, unbelieving. "I want you to acknowledge why I'm upset! I want you to understand how your actions hurt me." You were so sick of his insensitive jokes, or dismissive attitude whenever you try to talk about how you feel. He was so mean sometimes, but you still loved him.

Jax's frustration finally boils over, and he snaps, "Well, maybe if you weren't so damn sensitive, we wouldn't be in this mess!" "

Your eyes widen, hurt flashing across your face before it hardens into resolve. "Y'know what, fine. Jax, if that's how you feel, maybe we need some time apart." You started to regret those words, you didn't want him to go, you didn't want space but you were so exhausted from the constant back and forth. This has gone too far.

For a moment, silence hangs heavily between them, tension crackling in the air. Then, Jax's expression softens, regret seeping into his features. He knows he messed up. He knows he needs to make things right.

"I... I didn't mean that," he says quietly, his voice tinged with remorse. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't-." Jax was struggling to find the words, he doesn't like apologizing, he thinks it's a waste of his time and that it's below him although he knows he's wrong for what he said. You look at him, maybe he finally says a decent apology instead of brushing it off, maybe it was different this time.

You meet his gaze, your expression softening slightly. "Do you really mean that?"

Jax nods earnestly. "Yeah, I do." He said his eyes earnest, he looked embarrassed. "I know I'm not great at this stuff, but I want to try. I care about you alright? I don't want you to be all sad because of some dumb thing I said, I care about you or whatever." He finalized with a huff. You internally softly smile at that.

You take a deep breath, calming yourself, "I care about you too, Jax. But we need to communicate better. I don't want this to happen again."

He reaches out, gently taking your hand in his. "I promise I'll work on it. Starting with this." And then, with a tenderness he didn't know he possessed, Jax leans in and presses his lips to yours in a sweet, apologetic kiss. In that moment, the tension melts away, replaced by a warmth that spreads through you both. You may not be perfect, but you were willing to try, together.

[goldsbitch]

Hypochondria

part 2

Fate decided to play a little game and set up a disastrous dinner. Pulling heatwaves back and forth to prove that the path to hell is paved by good intentions.

warning: non-linear time line

21:10

"I'm sorry, but do you guys know each other?" she asked, with a tone of annoyance barely hidden behind a fake smile.

Lando froze once again, like he had many times that evening. It was not his fault. His soon-to-not-be girlfriend set this seventh circle of hell up. How was he supposed to respond to that?

Y/N hesitantly responded. "No, of course not. I mean, I've only worked with the team here for few weeks anyway."

Her words got buried in the stare down between Anita and Lando.

"Seems like you do, by the amount of questions you're asking" she said directly at Lando, fully ignoring Y/N at that point.

"If I had known her, I would not have had to ask questions, right?" he responded, failing at letting his sassy side dormant.

"Is that why you never ask me any questions? Because you know me?"

He bit his tongue. Lando was trying to be good.

Anita made her signature "I knew it" smile once again, which finally set Lando off.

"One asks when they want to hear an answer."

20:13

He was not late, right? Only thirteen minutes. It still passed. And judging by the quick glance he gave at the table, Anita brought a friend. She does that often, he had no idea why.

He felt like a ghost watching his own life sometimes. Just sort of floating around, letting things happen to him. It was easy with his status. As if racing was the only time he really cared.

As he walked over to the table, lost in his own head, life gave him a pretty big slap to wake him up. Next to Anita sat the one and only, who had haunted his dreams and reality for decades by now. Frozen, as if his blood decided to start flowing in the opposite direction, he blinked as he watched the two share a laugh as Anita showed something to the girl on her phone. Seamlessly, as if they weren't defying the laws of Lando's universe. It was like that one time when two girls he kissed on the same time found him, having no idea what he had done with the other. Strange panic, excitement laced with guilt. It was that, dialed up to infinity.

A day had barely passed since he first saw the mystery girl in real time. Without giving him any time to absorb that information and decide what to do with it. He was getting angry, everything was going wrong. The painful truth hit him - he would fuck it up anyway. As he always does. Feeling like a dried piece of fruit, he got back to walking over to the table of doomed dreams.

He had no plan going in. Well, no, he did. But he had about five plans that strongly contradicted each other. But god, destiny did not even give him time to breathe.

12:29

Another car flashed unbelievably fast right next to their station. She watched them with awe and slight terror in her eyes. Funny how the desire for a little thrill in the driver's lives makes them willing to risk it all. She understood this desire, but never shared it. Safe and sound on the ground, that's where she was happy.

Happy was probably overreaching. These past few days were flowing in a blur, somewhat missing her.

It's been only a few weeks since she joined the formula medical team. A strange choice frowned upon by almost anyone in her life. She was just out of school, finished her degree and was set up for a perfect career in some decent hospital. But no, the prospect of waking up everyday at the same place was the definition of horror for her. Her university years felt like torture.

Her free spirit caused few issues in her past relationship. House with a picket fence was not something she considered an option. At least not for another ten years or so.

There she was, sarcastic as ever because how else are you supposed to deal with a chronic pain. Well, pain was an exaggeration. More like muscle fatigue, on occasion sharp pains in random places. Nobody knew why or what caused it. This search for answers was what got her to study medicine at the first place. Still, years after, no answers. So she just lived and hoped not to die randomly one day.

This was the downside, the one she shared with the public. What she did not share, as it seemed not that important, was the irregular waves of pleasure she felt, usually late at night. Self induced orgasms, is what she concluded once she finally experienced one. What was there to complain about? Nice way of spicing up the day without even trying. If it weren't for these, she'd probably be more active in seeking out the real deal. Ever since her break up few months ago, it was a full on dry spell.

She was a little bit lost after school. Formula track was an interesting distraction.

/

Heatwave. It hit hard as the sun blazed into the track, as if the goal was to burn the whole area down. There were many instances of people crashing down and having seek medical attention. A busy day for Y/N. She loved it. Rushing around like a busy bee, helping around and chatting with all those interesting people attending the race. Lots of beautiful people. Some extraordinarily.

In front of Y/N was one of those heavenly looking people. Apparently a girlfriend of one of the drivers. Cheerful looking model, who apologized about seven times for being there. Y/N gave her some magnesium, gave her some advice on how much water she should drink and checked her basic stats.

"You're all good. Make to sure to relax, don't drink any alcohol today and you'll be fine," Y/N ended her examination with a smile.

"You're amazing, thank you! Can I snap a photo of you for my story? I'm happy to tag you," she winked, suddenly looking all better now.

"Thank you...Um, happy to take a photo, but no tags. I have enough stalkers already," she tried to get out of the slightly awkward conversation with a joke that did not land.

"I do too, awful, right?" she replied, in full seriousness. Y/N smiled, hoping a new patient would arrive soon while she let her search for the right light. Few too many snaps and fake smiles later, they both sat in the ambulance nearby the track.

"I think you're free to go. Of course, stay here as long as you feel like you need to," Y/N said to her, while filling a general medical report.

The girl shifted, looking more than fine again. In the corner of the eye, Y/N observed how she kept shifting and looking for her phone.

"Is everything all right?" Y/N asked, unable to stop herself.

"Um, I was sort of hoping my boyfriend would come to pick me up here. It would look really good."

Y/N smiled. "I imagine it would also feel good, right?"

"Yeah," she said, not in a tone that would suggest she felt any butterflies. She looked stiff.

Y/N took a deep breath, not sure why her mouth let those words out. "Whatever happens in the ambulance, stays in the ambulance, you know? Just throwing it out there in case you want to share something..."

A weak smile appeared on her face. A glimpse of realness. After few moments of obviously thinking it through, she allowed herself to speak freely. "Promise you won't tell anything to anyone..."

"I swore an oath one time, I think we can apply that to this situation." The medics were always told to provide excellent service to these people. Sometimes, it involved a little psychology as well.

"I'd love to be with someone who would drop anything to pick me up when I'm sitting in an ambulance. But, I feel like that's not coming anytime soon. He just...He just does not see me."

It was easy for most people to get raw in the closed safe space of an ambulance. Y/N had already heard many similar stories, despite being on this job for only few weeks.

"Does he make you happy?"

"Um...Not really. The sex is good. And the life that comes with him..." she seemed to loose herself in her thoughts.

"You should trust your gut. It's probably pointing you in the right direction," Y/N replied, trying to not push anything.

"You're probably right. He's the best thing around here, so why complain. Thanks! You're really the best. You sure you don't want to be tagged?" she asked once again.

"Sure, go for it," she said, hoping this would finally get the girl out and gave her the instagram info.

She felt an immense wave of embarrassment as she read the comment about how amazing she was.

//

Lando felt a very familiar stroke of humiliation - well, he did not, but he knew who did anyway. Anxiety was not uncommon.

He was done with practice for the day and was staying behind with the engineers to further analyse. He ignored his phone for a while, only finding out his girlfriend had to go to the medics after she came back to the McLaren garage.

His first thought should have probably not been about a wasted opportunity.

"Hey, sweetheart, how do you feel now?" he said while holding Anita's hand and trying to find traces of her feeling unwell on her face.

She felt a bittersweet punch, obviously him checking up on her while she was gone not passing through his mind.

"Yeah, all good now. We have some good medics over here. I took a photo of them, so hopefully they'll get some boost online."

"Oh, can I have a look?" he said with an obvious interest. She smiled, hoping it was because he cared about her. She gave him her phone and saw him freeze for a moment.

Out of nowhere, he was staring into the eyes he longed to drown in. He never got a look this close at her. Not his girlfriend. The awkward smile he understood as if it was his own. It was like being taken over by a tidal wave. He knew everything about her, except her name. It was all really overwhelming.

20:15

Lando should have connected the dots. Anita was a bubbly friendly person, of course she would invite someone who had helped her, over to dinner, in case he himself does not show up due to some unforeseen circumstances. He sat down, without saying a word. "Oh, you're here, amazing!" Anita greeted him with a light peck on the cheek. Lando almost flinched away, physical contact with her suddenly feeling wrong. He kept his eyes down on the table, all of this being a little too much. "Lando, meet Y/N."

Finally. A name to a face. Strong sense of relief and excitement washed over him. Of course it was that name, it suited her vibe completely. The best name. He finally looked up and locked eyes with her for the first time. She was already looking at him and visibly gulped as finally joined her.

These few seconds before the silence got broken were more like hours. They both studied each other like astronomers who get absorbed by the beauty of a distant comet. One they'd only read about and one that's finally passing the sky in their lifetime.

"And Y/N, this is Lando-"

She knew his face, of course she did. But never paid much attention to it, as he served more like a concept, than an actual person to her. Sitting across from him however brought a sense of understanding. No wonder everyone liked him and many people obsessed over him. He was gorgeous, electric. Y/N was grateful for the table that put a physical barrier between them, as the urge to touch him to test if he is real was overtaking her brain quickly. Like a siren luring her to jump into endlessly deep water. She had a hard time believing that she would refuse. Her one and only thought was that a person like that is born once in a century.

Except that's not exactly true. But unbeknownst to her, they were soulmates. She was destined to be eternally delusional about him. He was fated to dance around her until the end of time.

"-my boyfriend."

Anita's words cut through like knife. Both of her dinner partners shifted, as if she had splashed them with cold water, and returned back to reality. A great cloud of guilt sat on the fourth empty chair, which the waiters forgot to take away, invisible to Anita, but smiling evilly at Y/N and Lando. And they hadn't even said a word to each other yet.

[mccnstruck]

like LIKE you

characters: kazuha x gn!reader

tags: fluff, misunderstanding, more crack, reader is DENSE af, proofread, op was writing this while their crush was right behind them so they apologize if this is incoherent

a/n: @soleillunne ALY !1!!! HIIIII i had so so much fun writing this for kazuha and i hope you have much fun reading it as i did writing it!! this is for @ecrin-de-litterature's kiss don't tell event !! pls reblog and enjoy <3

- When you almost lost yourself in his eyes and hurriedly snapped your head away from him, you knew you were so screwed.  - Your racing heart knew.  - He’s cute. And he most likely knows that you think he’s cute. - You first saw Kazuha in your literature class when you had to sit next to him. He smiled at you before going back to his own work, thus leaving you both to do your respective duties.  - But as the weeks passed and class discussions were more frequent, you found yourself enjoying listening to Kazuha’s discussions on the text presented, sometimes bringing in your own input.  - His voice soothed your mind, and your heart clung onto every syllable he had spoken. His eyes sparkled everytime you listened to his thoughts-  - Ahem.

You were, inevitably, starting to crush on him. 

You walked into class and whispered a quiet prayer to yourself in hopes that you wouldn't reveal anything to him right now. 

And plus, Valentine's Day is such a cheesy day to confess! Besides the couples giggling and buying the really good chocolates, and seeing people talk to Kazuha, and noticing how cute he is when he laughs…

You internally smacked your head and chided yourself for the spiraling thoughts and sat in your seat. 

Kazuha smiled at you, before he resumed talking with with his friends. His friends snickered and patted his shoulder, before he covered his smile with the back of his hand. 

Huh. He never really gets flustered. Did he…

The bell rang, and his friends left the class, yelling out “Good luck!” before closing the door. 

Kazuha sat down and smiled at you once more, yet it was filled with excitement. “I’m sorry I didn’t greet you properly.”

You shook your head and smiled back. “It’s fine. Are you doing anything today?”

“For Valentine’s?”

You shook your head. 

“I was thinking of confessing to someone today. I’m meeting them by my locker after school.”

“You have a crush?!” 

Damnit, you thought.  

He laughed, and a soft red tinted his cheeks. “Mhm. I was thinking of sending them a poem with some sweets today.”

He showed you the gift and you internally recoiled. The gift was so unbelievably throughout, with your favorite sweets inside, along with a poem so sweetened the other person would become dizzy with love. It was beautiful, just like the grin on his face. 

Your heart shattered, and you wondered what you would do after school if you still had time after crying. 

“Kazuha…you put this together so nicely…” 

His grin widened, and he put the gift down. “I’m really glad you like it. It gives me a little bit of reassurance.” 

The teacher walked into the room, and both of you straighted your chairs to start the class. 

“So, because it’s Valentine's Day, we will do an activity…” 

Well, thank the teacher for rubbing it into your face.

Class went on for a begrudgingly long time, and the ache in your heart began to grow. Kazuha noticed your solemn expression and brushed your hands together. When you straightened yourself in a panic, you saw his face of concern. 

“Are you alright? You look stressed right now.”

“Uh.. yeah. Sorry, I have a project for another class that’s really stressful right now.”

He nodded, and you both resumed your work. The teacher droned on about the analysis of the text and the context of the author’s work, yet you couldn’t really get yourself to focus, not with this heartache that remains.

A thought rushed past your mind. What if this was for you?

You? That’s funny, if it didn’t hurt so much. There’s no point thinking about it anyways.

After some more time, class finally ended, and you packed your bag while Kazuha stood up. 

“Ah, I have to head out, I have something urgent to do for a class.” 

He put his hand on your shoulder and smiled. 

“I hope you finished this project of yours. Just let me know if you need anything, alright?”

You snapped your head back and felt your face burn. “Oh, thank you. I’ll see you later.” 

Kazuha left the room and you almost felt yourself succumb to the hot flare that passed your body. Your shoulder, where his hand was, almost felt weak to the touch, and you barely packed up your bag without having a heart attack. 

You looked to the floor and saw Kazuha’s gift underneath his desk. Quickly picking it up, you grabbed your bag and said your greeting to the teacher, before leaving the classroom. 

It was your free period, and you would finally decide on what to do with Kazuha’s gift. You wouldn’t want him to show up to his confession empty handed, or worse, his crush not show up at all. So, you would wait by his locker and make sure you run out before then. Alright. 

Well… it would be alright if it didn’t hurt so much.

And so, classes went on, droning about formulas and equations, and the minutes wouldn’t stop ticking, and your mind wouldn’t stop thinking of who would be the receiver of his gift. When the final bell rang for the day, you took the gift and rushed down the hallways to find his locker.

Except… there’s no one there waiting for him. 

A little concerned, you decided to wait to either give it to Kazuha or whoever was waiting for him.

But the minutes had steadily gone by, and you started to worry whether the person even got a message from him. 

“Ah…There you are.”

Kazuha’s face beamed as he got closer, and you laughed at the sight of him. 

“Here's your gift that you left behind.” You extend your hand to him, and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Hm?”

Surprised by his reaction, you were silent as your own eyebrows furrowed. 

“This…this isn't yours? Kazuha, are you sure you're in the right mind?” 

“That's yours.” 

“But, you left it there?! Kazuha, what are you on?” 

“Why do you think I left it there?” 

Your mind blanked, and you looked at him with panic. 

“Kazuha, you left it there. I am here to give it to you.” 

Kazuha started laughing and covered his face with his hands. 

“You are so… I left it there for you.” 

You stayed silent for a second. Then another.

“What?!”

Now that you think of it, Kazuha is never forgetful. And the way he looked at the gift multiple times, and the way he knew of your favorite sweets, and the way he looked at you… 

You covered your face in embarrassment, yet your smile grew into a grin. 

“You could've told me, Kazuha…”

He took your hands and clasped them in own.

“Well, you are aware now, and I am sure you are aware of what I want to ask, dove.” 

Your jaw dropped, and your eyes flickered between him and the gift. 

“Hm? Dove?”

You failed to response, as your body was still in shock and in complete utter denial. 

You finally spoke. 

“Why?”

Kazuha smiled at you and took your intertwined hands to his chest, right where his heart was. 

“Well, ask my beating heart. I assure you it beats the syllables of your name every time I see you.”

You swore to every archon that this man right in front of you would somehow be the cause of your death as well. 

“So, dove, will you be my valentine?”

mccnstruck

[jqhotchner]

hsnews

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hsnews @/harrystyles seen walking with mystery woman

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harryfan1 who is she?

harryfan3 how do we even know this is harry?! ya’ll think any tall person is potentially harry styles

harryfan6 the height difference 🥹

harryfan7 how do you guys not know about yn?

| harryfan2 @harryfan7 im saying?! theyve been dating for like three years. how to people not know this?

harryfan10 she’s literally his girlfriend. harry just doesn’t post her. which is valid considering they’re both private people. she’s not even famous!

| harryfan37 @harryfan10 exactly. like, the little girl he was talking about three shows ago was their daughter. funny how people didn’t know this

| harryfan1 @harryfan37 rue, when was this?!

| harryfan37 @harryfan1 it’s her daughter from a previous marriage. we don’t know much just that the guy wasn’t a good person and isn’t involved in her life. but harry’s stepped up and i believe it’s even a video of her calling him dad. it’s so fucking cute!

harryfan22 crazy how most of his fans are just now finding out harrys a whole ass dad! like, i thought we found this out last year?!?!

| harryfan40 @harryfan22 im—like her account is private and everything! but apparently like three fans follow her and she’s occasionally post old photos of her and her daughter! i think one of them even said it’s a few photos of harry with their daughter. like our pookie is a dad 🥺

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harryfan1 now knowing he’s a dad it makes so much sense how he’s been looking extra dilfy the last few years. wtf 😳

harryfan20 oh the outfit choices have been the best this tour

harryfan66 i need him to need me

harryfan33 what about yn?

harryfinedine was yn in the crowd?

harryedstyles im so invested in this whole ynxdadrry information

hsnews guys, i do not know anything about yn. i just found out myself, i swear! like its fucking crazy

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harryfan30 this is an old pap photo but she does get papped sometimes. it’s why it’s so shocking that people don’t know about her! like fans even stop her when they see her. yn is so unbelievably pretty. anyway, this is our mom 🥹

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harryfan2 omfg she’s so gorgeous 😍

user3 shes dating that ugly man?! she could pass for a model and shes dating harry fugly styles?!?!

| harryfan1 @user3 trash people with trash opinions are so fucking lame. i swear!

harryfan55 crazy how this is just now coming out?! i do not buy it one bit. this shit is basic pr

| harryfan30 @harryfan55 you can literally scroll through @harrynews post and eventually find photos from two years ago. it’s not just coming out of nowhere 🙄

| harrynews @harryfan55 ill even tag you in a few posts if that helps. yn and harry aren’t some stunt. she rarely gets papped unless with harry himself and that’s still very rare

[brooooswriting]

Hello! I’m sorry to hear you got writer's block :(

May i request “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”, with Jenna Ortega please?

I hope it helps! 🫶🏼

Funny story

Jenna Ortega x reader

Being an actress in a relationship with another actress isn’t always the greatest thing. There are fans, paparazzis, other celebrities and more things that will try to pull you apart but sometimes our self destructive minds are enough to do that.

The moment you and your girlfriend, Jenna, heard that you were cast in the same movie you were over the moon. You’ve always loved the scream movies and playing in one was a dream come true, especially since you have already met a big part of the cast due to Jenna.

The ‘over the moon’-phase was over when you got the script, you were still unbelievably happy but the fact that you’d play somebody else’s love interest wasn’t ideal. You didn’t really mind that much and Jenna, well she acted like she didn’t, but deep down it nagged her.

You’d play ‘cute girl’ (you’re taking cute boys place), Sams love interest from next door. You were happy to work so close with Melissa as she was incredibly nice and thoughtful making the whole filming a great experience.

“Y/n, wanna hang out later? We could run some scenes and get to know each other better, it makes the whole filming easier” Melissa said as she sat down on her chair next to you, “sure, Jenna is filming late today anyway” you quickly texted your girlfriend to let her know where you were before grabbing your jacket and walking with the older woman.

After you guys were out to eat you went to a small park where you ran some lines, practiced some movements and arrangements until it was completely dark. “Shit, it’s pretty late. I should get going, I bet Jenna’s waiting” you said your goodbye and hugged her before walking to your car.

“Baby, I’m Home” you called out when you entered the apartment but you didn’t receive an answer. “Baby?” You called out again as you went into the bedroom where you found your girlfriend sleeping with your pillow in her arms. You cooed before you got ready for bed and went to join her. She grumbled when you pulled the pillow out of her grip but shut up when she noticed your present next to her.

The next morning was like every other morning, you guys woke up, got ready then made breakfast and quickly ate before driving to the set. “So, where were you so long yesterday?” The brunette in front of you asked as you drank a sip of your coffee. “Oh, Melissa and I went to eat something and then we ran some lines” you answered with a small smile before asking how her day had been.

The moment you arrived on set Melissa pulled you away to discuss something causing Jenna to scoff before making her way to the makeup department. Jenna didn’t see you until you had to film a scene where Tara, Sam and their friends were in their apartment and you had eye contact with Sam from your window. While your girlfriend was already walking towards you to greet you with a kiss, the director had different plans as he immediately send her back so they could start filming.

She hated this, all of it. She hated the way the actress looked at you and even worse, she hated how you looked at and smiled at the other actress, it seemed too real. So the moment the scene ended she sprinted towards her trailer leaving everybody confused.

As it was your last scene for the day you had enough time to look after Jenna. “Jen?” You carefully whispered when you entered her trailer to see her sitting on a chair in the kitchen. “What’s wrong hun?” You wrapped your arms around her shoulders and kissed the back of her head causing her to melt into you. “Nothing, I was just a bit overwhelmed” it wasn’t hard to see that she wasn’t 100% truthful but you decided to give her space.

“Jenna, we need to film the next scene. Oh and y/n, Melissa wants to see you” Jasmin yelled from behind the door causing your girlfriend to jump up and walk off. But you quickly grabbed her wrist to pull her back into your arms, kissing her softly, before letting her walk away. You followed behind the two to find Melissa.

The filming has been rather weird, you barely saw Jenna as either you were spending time with Melissa or she was off doing who knows what. She barely talked to you at the moment, making it hard for you to concentrate and even worse, it made you crave physical touch. You missed her hugs and you missed the cuddles, the kisses and holding hands.

People on set seemed to notice that there was something wrong as especially Melissa and Jasmin offered you a whole lot of hugs whenever you wanted. It did ease it a bit but it was nothing compared to Jenna.

After barely seeing you for two weeks the small brunette finally decided to watch one of your scenes, possibly the worst scene she could have chosen. It took place after Tara’s and Sams fight where the older girl sat in the lobby waiting for you.

Melissa sat on the stairs playing with the rings on her fingers while you got yourself ready behind the door you’d walk through. Jenna sat on a chair behind the cameras.

As soon as the mark came you pushed the door open and went to get your mail, counting to five in your head before you made your way toward the older carpenter sister. You walked past her in a normal pace and slowed when you reached a certain mark on the floor, it gave Melissa the time to reach for your wirst and pull you back. Once you were situated in the right place she nearly threw herself at you, her hands on your shoulders pushing you against the wall while yours landed on her waist. In a matter of seconds her lips landed on yours in a aggressive and passionate kiss, you loved Melissa but it was uncomfortable. You could feel Jenna stare right through the woman.

When you parted you saw Jenna fuming and as soon as the scene was over she grabbed your hand and pulled you away. You were deeply confused by her behavior, not just today but the last weeks.

And then again you were pressed against a wall with someone’s hands on your shoulders, but this time it felt like home. Sure, the kiss wasn’t gentle or anything, it was rather the opposite. It was like she was trying to show anyone who could kiss you like that and god, did she know your buttons. In a couple of seconds your knees were bucking and you had to suppress your moans which was when she started to attack your neck.

In that moment Jenna wasn’t completely focused on you, she was making sure that Melissa saw how you melted under your touch, grinning when she was how the woman looked away embarrassedly.

You lightly pushed her away, “let’s get to my trailer okay?” This time you grabbed her hand and pulled her away. Her eyes were focused on Melissa, a wicked grin sporting her face while the other actress was rather confused.

As soon you entered the trailer she was on your neck again, biting down to leave a mark. “You’re mine” was the only thing she whispered against your neck and at that moment the lightbulb on top of your head lit up. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” You giggled as the other woman only grumbled.

After a small moment of silence she finally spoke up as she threw herself onto the bed. “How couldn’t I? She’s been taking all of your time, I barely saw you, people have taken pictures of you wan started shipping you and you guys have to kiss, like constantly” she was throwing her hands around as she was clearly frustrated.

You felt sorry for her, you didn’t know that she felt like that. You sat beside her and pulled her into you. “I’m sorry you feel that way, I didn’t know. When you distanced yourself I actually felt rather lonely and Melissa was there so I guess I used that. But I love you more than anything else, Melissa is just a friend and who cares what the fans think? I love you and that won’t change”

“I love you too”

@yourinstagramname

@yourinstagramname: the only love of my life ❤️

The next day Jenna said sorry to Melissa before making it clear one more time that you were hers. “Jenna we talked about this, and she has a boyfriend” Your girlfriends face fell and turned red. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” Let’s just say Melissa couldn’t stop laughing.

At least it was a funny story.

[b0nten]

BLUEBELLS, YOURS TRULY.

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ albeit rarely, rindou overthinks, and frequently, ran doesn’t think too much.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ this is like the “backstory” for the ring. MAYBE i’ll turn it into a multiple part. i also put it in the timeline where everyone is happy because i really love everyone being friends. wrote it because rays’s version destroyed me !!!!!!!!!!!

he spins the ring on his finger. he slides it off. he looks at it. he lets it hang from his neck, on the chain. he sighs.

“now what the hell is up with you?” barging in, ran asks. “who shat in your cereal every morning for the past two weeks?” he says, opening the kitchen cupboard to take — funny enough — some cereal out.

“i’m not in the mood, ran.” his younger brother spits back, head falling against the wooden table.

“hey now, there’s something really wrong with you if you’re acting like .. this.” pointing at him, he sits down, fat bowl of cereal clashing against the dark block, spilling some milk onto it. “now, spill.” with mouth full, he tries to choke out the words, spoon in his brothers face the moment he gulps down the first mouthful.

“you’re gross sometimes.” rindou just sighs, looking away.

“what’s with the ring?” ignoring the insult, the lanky haitani just continues his questioning. “by the way, the blue doesn’t look that bad on you.”

“it’s mine, and i got a matching one for y/n.” the other explains, “thanks, by the way. it was her idea to dye it like this.”

“you wanna propose to her?” his older brother asks, chewing loudly. “y’know we’re still just teenagers?”

“no shit, big head.” rolling his eyes, rindou feels the exasperation dig its roots deeper into his brain. “i’m not proposing. yet. but i don’t know if i should give it to her.” he finally says, letting ran in on his worries.

“and why not? what’s that? cartier, right?”

“no brand can escape your gaze, you’re really unbelievable.”

“thanks, bro, love you too.” as he swallows his last spoonful, ran winks.

“not in a good way.” the younger sibling announces, earning a displeased look from his brother.

“now you’re the annoying one. fuck’s going with you two?” ran finally snaps, trying not look worried. after all, he loves his brother, but they don’t do that kind of talking.

“she’s leaving next week” rindou finally manages to choke out.

“what? what do you mean?” his brother asks, taken aback by the sudden information.

“her student visa’s expired. she’s gotta go back home until gets it renewed.”

it pains him to even think about it. he hasn’t eaten in almost fourteen days, ever since he found out. but what pains him even more is how excited you are about going back home. about going away from him.

he thinks it’s selfish, because he knows how much you’ve missed your parents and how much you’ve waited for a holiday that’s long enough to return.

“if the flights take four days in total and i want to stay for two weeks, then i’d rather not go anymore.” you always said. “i want to spend as much time as possible, without having to rush anything, y’know?

but maybe sometimes love is all about being selfish, loving someone with your whole heart. maybe he wants to never let you leave without him. maybe he can’t let you leave without him because he can’t stand not being an 8 minute subway ride away from you.

“don’t tell me you got some of those control issues, the pretty tiktok girls say they’re not cute at all…” ran comments, dodging an uppercut by a mere second.

“can you take me seriously for once? i think she wants to break up with me, she called me over today saying we have to talk.” rin frowns, blond-blue bangs covering his tired eyes. “i shouldn’t have believed that tiktok reading that said good news are coming my way.”

“you’re so fucking dumb, lord have mercy.”

“excuse me, ran?”

“you’re excused. let’s get this straight: does it really matter to you wether she’s oceans away or in meguro? what do you think she’s gonna do, break up with you only to return in three months and see you everywhere? do you really think y/n’s that kind of girlfriend? throw away three years BECAUSE OF A VISA?! fuck outta here with that insecure crap, rin. i raised you better than that.”

on the inside, ran smiles. oh, how he loves knocking sense into his younger brother. truly the best activity.

“now go and talk to her.”

rindou hesitates.

“i won’t say it nicely the second time around.” the older one threatens, and rindou jolts up from his chair and bolts through the door, house slippers still on, door wide open. before ran can say anything else, rindou’s voice echoes from the staircase into the kitchen:

“i’ll buy a new pair when i get back, don’t start bitching, please! i’ve got a girl i have to convince not to break up with me!”

his older brother laughs as he pulls out his phone.

sister in law

(16:22) he’s on his way.

then, a ping fills the empty space.

sister in law

(16:23) already talked to mikey. everything’s going great.

(16:23) love you, big head

(16:23)🫰

maybe ran’s not gonna tell you the reason rindou is running like a maniac through minato ward right now.

ugh, is his head really that big?

tagging: @h4nman BECAUSE YOU MADE ME CRY😡😡😡 ; @sirachano0dles <3 i might start a taglist if i make this into a multiple part fic?!?

[madlittlecriminal]

Xjdkdhckdkx I just found your blog and I’ve already read too many of your fics. I love the way you write for Jonathan Crane. It’s so refreshing to see my favorite character soft and sweet, it’s so cute. Too damn good!

With that being said, if I may, I gotta request this. I’ve noticed the man rarely smiles and doesn’t laugh throughout all three moves and it hurts my heart. Soooo, how about our good ol’ Murphy Johnny boy with a very playful reader that takes any and every opportunity to see him smile and hear him laugh. Doing cute, goofy things, corny pickup lines/jokes, playful tickle fights, and more. It can be in the form of headcanons or a fic. Doesn’t matter to me. Have a good day/night. Love yah!~

Menace ↦ Jonathan Crane × Playful!GN!Reader [headcanons]

you're very sweet :) im glad you love my fics for him and honestly, i know what you mean. it sucks to see him not smile often because aside from his beautiful eyes, Cillian Murphy's smile has me WEAK. but yeah, i like writing my characters soft because im a firm believer that no matter how grumpy they are, they will always have the softest spot for their significant other

Warnings: Jonathan Crane being the biggest softie out here

(im well aware this isn't from the dark knight trilogy, but like...look at his smileeee)

You were a menace in Jonathan's life, but he loved that about you

Especially when you'd jumps care him because...well, he was the Scarecrow, so it was ironic.

You'd also do anything to see him smile and laugh, so he'd constantly try to hold it all back, but you were you and he couldn't hold it back for too long

Especially when you'd tickle him in the middle of cuddle sessions.

He lowkey loved it.

Sometimes you'd ruffle his hair for fun to see him smile.

If he ever had a bad day, that was the perfect pick me up.

Then one time you threw a pillow at him to get his reaction which made him throw it back at you, hiding a smile

But when you threw it back, making his glasses fall off his face, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Why though?!"

Was his only question in between his laughter.

You then would casually slide a few dumb pickup lines his way.

"I would never play hide and seek with because someone like you is impossible to find."

He shook his head with a smile on his face.

"If you were a Transformer, you'd be Optimus Fine."

He shut his eyes and laughed.

He loved and hated your pickup lines because they were funny but stupid.

Since you knew he was Scarecrow, you'd wear his mask sometimes, pretending you were him.

"They scream and they cry!"

He couldn't help but cackle at your words as you slid on the wooden floors of his home with the mask on.

He told you about the incident with Falcone once, so he was surprised you remembered it.

Honestly, he loved when you put the mask on because when he'd put it on, it would smell faintly of your shampoo, instantly making him smile underneath it.

Even when you were sick, you managed to crack a few jokes which would make him chuckle, but he'd tell you to relax so you'd get better

"I hate how handsome you are. You're out here living your best life and I'm here with a cold!"

"You're still beautiful."

"Don't lie to me!"

The glare you'd give him would make you stifle a laugh as he gave you a ginger tea.

He loved how nothing stopped you from making him laugh or smile.

You once made a joke about how Batman could have "throw hands" with you if he caught your boyfriend again.

He couldn't deny how funny he thought it was.

I mean, sure, it would never happen especially with the skills Batman had.

There was a time where you wanted him to smile so bad that you squished his cheeks together, telling him he had to lighten up.

He took your hands off of his face and laughed.

"You're unbelievable!"

"You love it though!"

It was true.

You were his light, and he wasn't letting you go.

[stariikis]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 006

synopsis ; based on the Chinese Drama, 'When I Fly Towards You', in which you, a going-on-high-school English genius named Huang Yuting meets the Mathematics genius of the 10th grade, Nishimura Riki, underneath the rain.

Perhaps you should never have brought up the idea of studying with Riki, because now even your two respective teachers are in on the idea. Your Maths teacher nods earnestly, eyes shining at the idea of the top Maths student working with… the not so top Maths student. 

“And you could help him with English!” She claps as if she’s invented the cure to cancer. When Riki glances at her in half-confusion, looking slightly guilty afterwards, she explains, “She scored the top mark for the entrance examinations.” 

Once again, the look of shame that crosses Riki’s face for being incredibly bewildered by the fact that it’s you she’s talking about. It amuses you to no end. No way Riki is this surprised that you can be smart at something. 

You shuffle your papers together uncomfortably and nod. “Sure, maybe we could study together sometime.” Although you try your best to keep your voice nonchalant, and even though you don’t even really want to spend your afternoons with this sorta good-looking boy, you suppress a smile. 

There’s a drawn out silence in the staff room for a few moments, before you and Riki simultaneously bow and scurry out of there as fast as you can. 

“Wow, I thought 老师 would surely beat my ass,” you mutter jokingly, glancing over as you speed-walk next to Riki. “She only didn’t because you were there, I think.” 

“Lao shi?” Riki repeats in a funny Japanese accent, awkwardly enunciating the foreign words. 

You squeeze your eyes shut and purse your lips. “Sorry. Teacher. Sensei.” 

“Ah.” 

And what are you supposed to say to that? As soon as you see your classroom after rounding the sharp corner, you disappear into it without even saying goodbye to Riki. It’s not as if he cares though, as he peeks in through the windows and coolly nods to himself. 

The cool evening breeze that ruffles your school skirt is your only source of rejuvenation for the day. You exhale heavily, smoothing your skirt back to how it was. It’s been a long day of remedial after remedial, and it’s only your first year in this school. As someone who despises studying, your heart aches agonisingly just thinking about what your final year will be like. 

Your shoulders already cry out day by day the heavier your bag gets, and the pile of textbooks and worksheets you arm-carry home increases in height by the week. Too bad you already have a worsening case of scoliosis. 

“Excuse me.” 

To your astonishment, Riki’s sling bag brushes past you and he sits right beside you at the bus stop. Undoubtedly, a strong wave of deja vu hits you, and you can’t help but think of rain streaming down your cheeks, soaking your shoes and clothes through, and Riki offering you an umbrella. His infamous black umbrella. 

You have to hold yourself back from continuing to stare at him with your mouth agape. However, with both ears covered with a silver pair of Sony headphones, Riki doesn’t seem to realise it’s you beside him. His eyes are closed in deep concentration, head bopping to the beat of whatever he’s playing. 

However, it’s not this shameless, cheerful display that shocks you the most. As you watch in silence, he begins to mark the moves of a dance choreography. Since when could he dance? And since when was he unbelievably talented at it? He’s only doing slight markings, but from the incredible isolations and bodily control he has, you’re more impressed than when you found out it was possible to score full marks for a Maths exam. 

A soft smile graces his cheeks, as if dancing has been the only thing keeping him alive, as if dancing was his first love. Judging by how relaxed he seems, you conclude that that’s probably the truth. 

“Riki!” In your excitement, you foolishly decide to alert him of your presence, tapping his arm three times fast. “You didn’t tell me you could dance!” 

His eyes jolt open and he blinks rapidly at you, hands stopping in place. He tugs his headphones down to rest on his shoulders. Weirdly, his face falls back into an expressionless state. As if you being around him has dampened his whole spirit. 

“You didn’t ask,” he mutters. Cautiously, he pulls his backpack close to his chest. 

At this point, why do you even bother with him? 

You scowl. “You could at least look a little happy to see me here. Weirdo,” you add under your breath, not expecting that Riki would actually hear you and whip his head around to glare at you. 

The once comfortable atmosphere has turned into a prickly feeling on your skin. 

“I didn’t know you took this bus home..” you say tentatively, the words souring on your tongue. You’re not even sure why you feel the need to strike up a conversation with this incredibly anti-social boy. “What stop are you getting off at?” 

“How?” 

“Huh?” You cock your head. 

“How is that any of your business?” 

Of course. 

Just as you’re about to clap back with a sharp piece of your mind, Riki shakes his head and stands up abruptly. The bus has arrived, blinding headlights a visual representation of how you’re feeling right now. Riki’s presence dampening your mood like you’ve just been run over by that same bus. 

The boy doesn’t spare you a glance before boarding the bus home. Clutching your books close to your chest, you follow him stiffly up the bus. It’s just your luck that this bus is the last one home. Otherwise, you would stay and wait an eternity for the next bus if you have to. 

Riki has already adjusted his headphones back to their previous state, his eyes fixated peculiarly on the streetlamps coming to life with their usual soft glow. It’s almost amusing, all the effort he’s putting in, in refusal to make eye contact with you. 

You take a seat in the back, as far away as you possibly can from him. 

It’s been a long day, your muscles are sore from sitting for around eight hours straight, and you’ve been struggling to keep awake for the longest time. You’re so tired you contemplate whether you’re going to have the energy to shower later. But you haven’t even eaten dinner… 

With a sigh of resignation, you shove these thoughts out of your mind and lean your head against the window. A soothing darkness consumes you as you fall into a well-needed nap. 

The bus rumbles on towards your final destination, and you catch up on sleep to fix your terribly broken schedule. You’re not conscious to notice Riki sneaking admiration-filled gazes at you from in front. You’re not awake to witness him rising out of his seat and coming to sit next to you and keep you company until the very last bus stop. Because you don’t know all this is happening, you’re utterly confused when you jolt awake after someone taps your shoulder. 

You glance to your side, seeing nobody. 

Riki is nowhere to be found, either. 

You scramble to your feet upon noticing you’ve, coincidentally, woken up just as the bus is reaching your stop. It feels almost surreal, like you have your very own guardian angel guiding you home. The thought is so silly it makes you smile to yourself from the absurdity. 

Guardian angel or not, you’re so glad to finally be home, and that you won’t be bothered by him anymore. 

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When Exo get jealous of their girlfriend’s friendship with one of their members

Xiumin - Jealous over how affectionate you and Sehun are

As you were the same age as Xiumin and older than all the other members you felt it was your duty to look after the maknaes and Sehun was the most helpless maknae to ever exist. Thanks to you and Suho he'd survived his youth but just barely and he still needed lots of care and attention. So caring for Sehun had basically become an instinct at this point...but Xiumin wasn't aware of that. 

You were all eating a meal together for the first time in over a year and as Suho and Chen began distributing the food you and Lay helped with the cutlery. Xiumin was passing out drinks and went to give himself the apple-flavoured one when you took it from him. "Take the orange one, that's for Sehun". Xiumin frowned "why?". "Because Sehun only likes the apple flavour" you shrugged and Sehun nodded approvingly, a huge smile on his face when you passed it to him. Xiumin frowned "I thought the orange was his favourite". "Sure like two years ago" you laughed and Sehun rolled his eyes. "Unbelievable...and you call yourself our hyung" Baekhyun cried and everyone laughed.

Finally all the food was dished up and you began to eat. Sehun wanted some sauce but couldn't open the lid. He was sighing pitifully and Xiumin was about to help him when Sehun tapped your arm and held it out to you. You were chatting with Chanyeol and without Sehun even needing to say a word you took the jar opened it and passed it back. "Thank you Y/n!" Sehun called and you smiled at him fondly. You caught Xiumin watching you and frowned "you okay?" and he nodded. 

After the meal everyone began drinking and Sehun quickly became sleepy after a few beers. Xiumin was enjoying himself and found Sehun's droopy eyes cute until Sehun laid his head against your shoulder. You laughed and patted his head fondly, moving so he could lean against you better. Sehun relaxed into you immediately and closed his eyes properly. You both looked very comfortable and he could only assume you did this a lot. You carried on chatting with the others and played with Sehun's hair casually. Xiumin began to feel left out and got a little pouty. When he hadn't spoken in a while you noticed and gently touched his arm "hey, you okay?". He nodded "yeah just Sehun looks really comfortable there". You smiled "are you jealous of our maknae?". "No! Well maybe a little...why is he getting so many cuddles?" Xiumin whispered and you laughed "okay". "Suho" you called "can you take Sehun to his room? I think he'll get neck ache here". Suho nodded "sure" and coaxed Sehun away to his room. Your arms free you turned to Xiumin who quickly wrapped his arms around you and rested his head in the crook of your neck. "That's better" he hummed and you laughed "shouldn't you be above jealousy at your age?". "When it comes to you, there’s no limit".  

Suho - Jealous you like Lay more than him

You and Lay were both Chinese and so the second Suho introduced you there was an air of familiarity and you got along. At first Suho found it nice and reassuring and most of the time he still felt that...but sometimes it felt like he was the odd one out. Like when he'd say a word that sounded like something funny in mandarin and the two of you would be in fits of laughter. Or when your parents made it abundantly clear they preferred Lay to him. Or of course when you'd talk in your language and Suho would just sit there awkwardly. 

He was glad you had a reminder of your home and someone to speak your native language with, so he hated himself for being so selfish and wanting you all to himself but he couldn't help it!

"Suho did you say Lay had work today?" you asked him one day as you were lounging on his bed together. He nodded "yep all day, why?". "Lay's just posted a photo from his home". Suho paused "maybe it's an old one". "Then why did he text me asking if I wanted to have a movie day?". Suho paused "I have no idea". "Really?" you asked and Suho soon broke under your gaze. "Fine, I lied! Lay doesn't have anything scheduled today". You were shocked "you lied...but you never lie". "I know. I hate myself and you should too" he pouted. "I don't hate you Suho and you shouldn't either, it was just one mistake but...why did you do it?". He sighed "I just wanted a day with you to myself. I know this is awful but when Lay's around I feel like we're fighting for your attention and I don't think I can compete with him". You paused "you can't compete with him? Suho, but you're my boyfriend!". "I know but Lay's not only from the same country but from the same city as you! That's huge and you have all this shared knowledge and inside jokes, I sometimes wonder if you regret meeting me first". Suho probably would've kept going if you didn't stop it. "Okay that's crazy!" you cried and Suho looked at you startled "it is?". "Yes! Suho I love Lay but he's like a brother to me. There way I feel about him and the way I feel about you couldn't be more different from one another. You're my partner and I know through thick or thin we'll be there for each other. I love the way we met and would never wish to be with anyone else. I'm so sorry you've been feeling this way". Suho shrugged "well I feel a little better now hearing how much you love me". You chuckled "then I guess I need to tell you that more and more from now on huh?" moving closer to him. Suho blushed "i'd certainly enjoy that..." and he followed your word and mode closer too. "You were now inches away from each other and you smiled "good, I think this will help too" and kissed him. Of course it did.    

Lay - When he realises he's missed a lot of things but D.O. has been there for you

Lay knew he'd been gone a while and that hadn't been ideal but you'd gotten through it. You'd dated long distance and it'd been fine. You still loved each as much as before he left and he was so relieved at that. However after being back in Korea for a few days he noticed some changes. 

You’d joined him for dinner with his members and it was really nice but he throughout the night he realised there were some things you hadn’t told him. "You didn't tell me you had trouble with your neighbours" he said once you got in the car. Suho had asked how you were coping and Lay had no idea what he even meant. "Well you were so busy and I didn’t want to waste our talking time complaining. Plus it wasn't that bad, we sorted it within a few days so it's fine". "We?" he asked and you nodded "when I told D.O. what has happening he came over and spoke to the men. I'm pretty sure he scared the living daylights out of them because they haven't bothered me since" you laughed. Lay laughed too but he felt bad you'd had to turn to his members for that support. He made a mental note to thank D.O. for doing that for you.

When you reached your house you and Lay settled in for the night and since it was your first night together in ages wanted to light some candles. The only problem is you’d moved in just 2 months ago and had no idea where you’d put them. You searched all the usual places but nothing.  You sighed wondering where it could be before your face cleared "I know! I'll ring D.O.". "Why?" Lay asked laughing "did he scare them away too?". "No but he helped me move and he's so much better at organising he did a lot of the unpacking". The phone rang and after 2 rings D.O. picked up which was shocking in itself. "Hey, quick question. Do you remember where you put the candles when we unpacked?". Lay heard D.O. pause and then he asked if you'd tried the downstairs closet. You had a look and as if by magic they were there, right on the top of a box. "I've got them, thank you so much" you cried and D.O. told you it was fine. Lay didn't hear what he said next but you shook your head "i'm okay, Lay is here so I'll probably grab food with him...but thank you for the offer". 

You then wrapped up the call and noticed Lay seemed quiet. "Got the candles!" you tried and he nodded but didn't smile. You lit the candles and paused as Lay seemed lost in thought. "You okay?" you asked and Lay nodded "what did D.O. say at the end?". "He told me that he and Chen were grabbing dinner and asked if I wanted to come". Lay nodded "do you hang out with D.O. a lot?". You shrugged "a bit yeah! He's been really kind to me and helped me with a lot of things since..." and you paused. "Since I've been gone?" he asked and you checked he wasn't angry before nodding "yeah...but not in a creepy way I promise". Lay nodded "that's fine. i get it and I'm glad he's been so kind to you. Now I'm back I can be there for you too". You smiled and leaned into his embrace "sounds perfect".

Baekhyun - Gets jealous when he hears all your members like Suho

Often whenever the boys were having arguments or contests they'd bring you in to decide who won. They all trusted your opinion and even though you were dating Baekhyun you were fairly impartial. 

"Y/n who do you think the most gentlemanly out of us is?" Sehun asked. You smirked "well it's obvious right?". Baekhyun prepared to stand up and gloat when you carried on "Suho". "Suho!" he cried and all the others began to protest. "I've held the door open for you 3 times today y/n! How many time has Suho?" Kai asked while Chanyeol just frowned "he's not tall enough to be a gentleman he's like a gentleboy". You held your hands up at the chaos you'd caused. "I'm sorry but that's my answer and I think if you asked other girls they'd agree with me". "Yeah like who?" D.O. asked. "Well like my members" you laughed "they all love Suho!". "They do?" Suho asked and you nodded "yeah! Haven’t you noticed anytime you come over to the house they’re super nice to you and offer you food and stuff”. Suho paused “really?”. You smiled “want me to prove it?". The members all nodded so you called your leader. "Hey Ari are you with the girls? Great can you put me on speaker". The boys waited anxiously as you explained the situation "so who do you think is most gentlemanly?" you asked. "Suho" they all said at once and Baekhyun's jaw dropped. "He paid you to say that didn't he!" Chanyeol cried and your members all promised he hadn't. "He's just so kind and caring, he's like a movie prince" one of your members explained. "He's also really gentle but also steps up to be the leader which is the definition of a gentleman" your leader pointed out. You nodded along and when the guys were all finally convinced you hung up the phone. "Well that was horrifying" Baekhyun admitted and the members all laughed. 

Everyone seemed to get over it quickly though except for Baekhyun. When the conversation changed he gently nudged you "do you really think Suho is the most like a gentleman". You nodded "I do" and he pouted "not me?". "You're not really a gentleman, you're different" you tried but Baekhyun gasped and turned away. "Wait no, I didn't mean that as a bad thing!" you cried but he didn't turn back. For the rest of the night Baekhyun blanked you and pouted anytime someone spoke to him. He was acting like a child and you decided you'd just leave him to it, knowing he'd come to you and sure enough he did. "Y/nnnnnn" he called "love me!". You smirked "I thought you hated me?". "Never" he replied “do you hate me?”. “Of course not” you said and hugged him “please don’t be upset over what we said about Suho. He’s a wonderful guy but he’s not my boyfriend and being the biggest gentleman in the world couldn’t change that”. “Really?” Baekhyun asked adorably vulnerable and you nodded “really”. “Okay” Baekhyun said happily “i’m okay with it” and he cuddled you for the rest of the evening to make up for his pouting time. 

Chanyeol - When Xiumin is your childhood friend

Chanyeol first met you through your best friend Xiumin so he shouldn't have found it surprising the two of you were very close. You'd known each other since you were kids and had stood the test of time friendship-wise. You told each everything and Chanyeol was fine with Xiumin knowing all the details of your relationship...what he didn't realise was there would be lots of things Xiumin knew about you that he didn't.

You were all playing a friendship quiz to see who knew each other the best.   Everyone had written down questions about themselves and whoever got the question right first won a point. Chanyeol was confident he’d win for your round but he didn't realize he'd have such strong competition.

"What's my favourite song?" you asked. Chanyeol immediately slammed his hand down "Blue Hour by TxT". He was so sure he was right but you sounded the buzzer "nope". He frowned and went to argue when Xiumin pressed his bell "Move by Taemin". "Correct!" you grinned and Chanyeol interrupted "wait, you've been playing song on repeat for months!". "Yeah but Taemin is my favourite artist and Move was the first album I ever bought" you replied. "Ow..." Chanyeol replied and Suho tapped him "don't worry you'll get the next one". "What food could I keep eating forever?" you asked. Chanyeol and Xiumin pressed their bells at the same time. Baekhyun gasped dramatically "it'll have to be sudden death, both of you write down your answers and then reveal them". The boys obeyed and you nodded "okay who wants to go first?". Feeling like he had something to prove Chanyeol volunteered "Katsu Curry". He could tell by your face it was wrong "but how?" he asked "you always have that on your birthday because it's your favourite meal!". You nodded "yeah but there's something else that has more sentimental value to me". Xiumin grinned "I got it right! Pears from your grandma's orchard!". You nodded and the two of you celebrated. "Wow Chanyeol do you even know your girlfriend?" Baekhyun laughed. D.O.'s eyes widened at that comment and Suho shot him a look. "Of course he does!" Sehun cried "give him another one y/n" trying to help but Chanyeol cringed. "Erm okay...what's my favourite book?". Chanyeol cursed inwardly, he didn't know this one either. "I don't know" he sighed "do you?" and he looked right at Xiumin who paused "is it Lord of the Rings?". You turned the card and there it was. Chanyeol sighed and left the room.  

You discreetly followed and found Chanyeol sat on the porch with a frown. “Are you okay?” you asked tentatively “you know that was just a stupid game right?”. He nodded “I know but it still makes me jealous”. "But why? You know me and Xiumin are just friends". "See I do! I completely believe the two of you aren’t attracted to one another but that logic can’t cancel out the illogical part of me that's jealous that he knows more about you than I do" chanyeol pouted. You frowned "well how I see it, I've known Xiumin almost all my life whereas we’ve been together 7 months. Of course he’s going to know more trivia questions but the thing is most of those things are all based on the past when we were kids. There’s going to be so many experiences in the future that you'll be there for and we’re going to make many new memories together". Chanyeol did like the sound of that. He paused and then smiled "that’s a really nice way to think of it, he was there for your past but I'm gonna be there for your future". You smiled "of course you will be! Unless you get sick of me, of course" you joked. Chanyeol immediately pulled you into his lap and wrapped his long arms around you. "Never" he cried peppering you with kisses and you burst out laughing. Chanyeol loved your laugh and knew upon hearing how happy you were that he had nothing to worry about. 

D.O. - When you go to Chanyeol for help first

D.O. woke up to hear Chen and Chanyeol’s voices downstairs which confused him. The two of you were chatting and Chanyeol seemed to be teasing you about something. Hey what’s going on?” he asked and you turned, smiling at his sleepy voice. “Nothing just I got stuck in the garage so Chanyeol came to get me out. He didn’t have his car so Chen gave him a lift”. 

That woke D.O. up “what! Why didn’t you wake me?” he checked his phone but he had zero missed calls. "Why did you call Chanyeol?" D.O. asked confused. You paused "well you were napping and I know how upset you get when you're woken up...plus Chanyeol is really good at opening stuck doors". "He is?" Chen asked and Chanyeol laughed "this is not the first time y/n has gotten stuck". "Wait when else did you get stuck?" D.O. asked. You thought "not that many times, just twice at the company building and once in a restaurant". "And you called Chanyeol all three times?" D.O. asked. 

Chen could tell D.O. was getting upset so he pretended he needed the bathroom and backed away.  "Well yeah, the first time it was late and the only person I knew was around was Chanyeol, when we went to the restaurant you weren't there and the last time you were there but I knew you wouldn't have your phone on you". "It's really no big deal" Chanyeol told D.O. and he walked away. 

Chanyeol and Chen thought it was best if they left and you agreed, thanking them again for their help. You gave D.O. some time to calm down and then approached him "please don't tell me you're upset". "I'm not upset...well I am but more because I wasn't there for you. You needed me and for whatever reason, I was asleep or don't check my phone, you couldn't come to me. So while I'm pleased Chanyeol is there to swoop in and help you I'm just a little annoyed it wasn't me and a bit jealous". "Jealous?" you asked and he nodded "I know it's silly but I want you to think of me when you need someone to help you, not Chanyeol". You paused "well I'd like that too but you can be hard to reach sometimes and I know how much you value your space and alone time". "Yeah but that doesn't apply to you it applies to...everyone else" D.O. explained blushing slightly. You smiled taking his arm so he couldn't turn away and hide his face. "So you don't mind me disturbing you or waking you up in the middle of the night". "No, if you need me then I'll be there" D.O. said "just please don't wake me up in the middle of the night for fun". You laughed "I wouldn't dream of it" but D.O. shrugged “although you’re pretty cute so I probably wouldn’t be that mad”. You chuckled “so I have you for protection and fun? How could I possibly need anyone else?”. D.O. blushed happily and held you closer, pretending like those weren’t the most beautiful words he’d ever heard. 

Kai - How well your personality matches Baekhyun’s

Kai knew he had the physical aspects of the relationship down. You were both attracted to one another and very happy in that aspect but he never realised how much of a relationship doesn't involve sex until he saw you with Baekhyun. 

While Kai and you got on well, you and Baekhyun clicked immediately. You'd stayed over at Kai's and in the morning told him you were going downstairs to get some water. Half an hour later you hadn't come back. Confused and slightly worried Kai followed you and heard you talking to someone. He pushed open the door to see you and Baekhyun sitting across from one another laughing and joking. You were talking about some tv show and didn't even notice Kai until the door squeaked. "Kai" you smiled while Baekhyun grinned "your girlfriend has exquisite taste in tv shows!". "So that's what's been keeping you" Kai said and you frowned "why what time is it..." before your eyes widened as you saw your home screen. "Woah we've been talking for so long at it felt like 5 minutes" Baekhyun cried. "I know! I love when you can have conversations like that with people". "Well some people are just the best" Baekhyun grinned and you laughed. Somehow Kai felt like the third wheel here. "Y/n, didn't you say you have to be home for 11? We'll have to leave soon if you're going to make it". You nodded "totally let's go, it was lovely to meet you Baekhyun!". "You too!" the boy replied "here pass me your phone, I'll put my number in because we have so much more to discuss". You tossed him your phone and Kai sighed "I'll be upstairs" and wandered away. 

You must've followed him because you appeared not long after "you okay?". Kai nodded "of course I am" but you could tell he was being sarcastic. "What's wrong?" you asked "did I do something wrong with Bawkhyun?. "No it's just...you've just met him and you looked more excited at what he was saying than you have with any conversation we've had. I know the physical aspect is good but do I suck at the emotional part?". You shook your head "no not at all...we're just very different and that's a good thing. Opposites attract and while I do agree we're more skilled in the physical aspects of our relationship that's not inevitable. We can totally work on that and take an interest in each other more...if you want?". Kai nodded "I would like that" and you smiled "great...how about I blow this work thing off and we just go somewhere and spend time together?". Kai nodded "that sounds amazing" and he meant it.  

Sehun - When he finds out Kai has seen you naked

Sehun loved having you all to himself and was quite clingy. So when he heard one of his members had walked on you changing in his room he was not happy about it.

"How did this happen?" he asked like something impossible had happened. Meanwhile you found it pretty funny. "Well I was changing and he walked in". "Who was it?" he asked. "Kai" you said and Sehun groaned "Kai! Kai?". You nodded "you're familiar with him right?". "I was so hoping it wasn’t him!" Sehun cried "like out of all the members he’s the one I'd least want...". "Why?" you asked genuinely curious. "Because he’s young and hot and tanned!". "Yeah but you know I was the naked one not him right?". "Don't remind me" he groaned "how naked were you?". "Well technically not at all because i was in my underwear". "Which underwear through?" Sehun asked gravely. "Erm my blue matching set". Sehun groaned again and you laughed "hey it's your fault! I wore it because I know you like it". "I do but you look so damn good in that y/n" and he hung his head in his hands. 

You laughed at his panic and sat beside him "why are you so upset by this anyway?". Sehun sighed "because it's Kai. I know he can flirt better than me and he’s really good with girls. So the idea he’d like you makes me a mix between nervous and angry". "Jealous?” you offered and he nodded. You hugged him "Sehun there's nothing to be jealous of. Kai just walked in on me and ran out. There was nothing hot or tense about it. He doesn't like me...". "Nobody can see you in the blue piece and not fall in love" Sehun interjected fully serious and you struggled not to laugh.  "Okay but even then I don’t like him". "You don’t?" Sehun asked and you smiled "no I'm kind of happy with you strangely enough". Sehun smiled "ow thank god" and hugged you back hastily. You laughed as he tugged you into his arms and settled against him. "I'm not going anywhere Sehun" you told him and nodded "you bet you're not" and he carried you back into bed where he swiftly wrapped all the covers and himself around you.

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Side note: I didn’t include Chen because he’s married and also just because he’s the member I know least and I wouldn’t really know what to write for him. So when I write for Exo of course Chen will be included but I won’t be writing for him. 

[thesaturn1nez]

I wanna hear some Norman headcanons you got :>

norman! the silly! deserves better :D

Norman 🏈

• Norman actually had a good amount of screen time during MFN’s first season, with him being the very first puppet to be seen on the show besides Ricky and Pearl. so once more puppets arrived, it all came down to who could act better, who caught the children’s attention faster? it became very clear that Norman was difficult to work with, compared to the others at least. he made slip-ups, forgot his lines the most.. so the staff decided it’s better off he became an extra.

• was always so left out and alone even before the shutdown. it got to a point where he just started to force his way into situations where the workers had to notice him. even then, it was less about him not being given attention, but wanting to have a chance at helping others. the second a staff member looked at him, he’d try showing off what he could do in hopes that they would give him a chance.

• during the show’s peak, there was an older guy on the team who just found Norman so charming and was always telling the writers to give him more significant roles. this guy was pretty much loved by everyone so they were swayed sometimes, but it only ever led to Norman being instructed to stand by Ricky while the gang learned about the new lesson of the day and maybe getting to say a one-liner.

• struggles with reading. this was completely overlooked by everyone but the other puppets, who quickly caught on that he had more trouble with words than everyone else and it wasn’t an attempt to be funny. a unfortunate memory he has related to it was the time he asked Lenard to help him with identifying these odd abbreviations he had been left to solve, only to be badly startled when a frustrated stagehand yanked the latter away with more force than necessary because Lenard was supposed to be on another set. the aftermath was Lenard insisting everything was ‘okie’ but that didn’t stop Norman from believing he got them in trouble.

• on the topic of them, Norman is completely lying in his dialogue about beating up Lenard. even after the content they were exposed to, Norman could not bring himself to even think about harming them even with the excuse that it was ok, not just because it was unfriendly, but because it was Lenard. in the end, he doesn’t want to let anyone down and just hopes the volume in his voice distracts from the stammering and hesitation.

• those two are always together. on days where recordings weren’t happening, they would always find them interlocking hands and just wandering off to wherever they were allowed. Lenard would always make up stories on the spot that for once cemented Norman as the main focus and they’d run around all over the place acting out all the outlandish things this fictional version of Norman could do. it always made Norman unbelievably happy.

• despite years of neglect, Norman was still heavily effected by the show being cancelled. not just because he never got the chance to redeem himself, but because of what it did to the others.

• he’s George’s main target when it comes to giving out these so-called rides. in fact, he’s George’s only passenger at times. the other puppets now have a good idea of what a ride from George entails, but Norman just wants to help out a fellow friend. P’tooey.

• the most attached to Gordon. he just wants to show the old man how much he likes him. it doesn’t help that in his puppet eyes, Gordon is a human who looks vaguely like Lenard. Which happen to be his two favorite things.

[ventingfanfics]

I'm sorry Queen

You were in good mood and sometimes that unleashed your silly side. Your girlfriend Shuri was about to see. 

Strolling into the lab, you found her taking a call. The work-related conversation had interrupted your card game. You weren’t mad, however, because you knew this came with dating someone whose country was in their hands. Of course it came with great responsibility and dedication—and support. You never wanted Shuri to think you couldn’t handle it nor that you were too clingy. 

Well, maybe acting clingy could be fun, you’d decided. 

She sent you a soft smile when she noticed you and reached for your hand, kissing it. 

“Is everything okay?” You whispered, squeezing her hand tenderly.

Shuri assured you that everything was fine, she just needed to coach an intern through something. A moment later, she hung up. She sighed, “Okay, I think that went well…hopefully I’m right.” 

You agreed. “Does this mean you’re ready to come back to me?”

She smiled at your cuteness. “I wish, sthandwa. I have to make some edits to her work, but as soon as I’m done, I’ll be right there, ready to beat you in Spades.” 

“Yeah, okay,” You pretended to cough. 

“Oh, don’t do that. Can I get a kiss?”

“You never have to ask.”

You pretended to be satisfied as you left, but little did Shuri know you were about to be a pest.

The palace was kept clean, but a little dusting never hurt anyone. Not even twenty minutes later, you returned to the lab. 

“Shuri,” you whined. 

Your tone caused her to look over her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

You mumbled but took steps towards her. 

She looked a little worried and came to you. “Did something happen?” 

You shook your head with a pout. “No. I just miss you.”

“…Y/N, I thought something happened,” she laughed some. 

“Something did happen, you left me.”

“Funny, that’s funny,” she pointed at you humorously before sitting down at her table again. “You’re a creative person, I know you can find something to do until I come back.” 

You sighed. “I guess.” 

When you left again, you couldn’t help but chuckle that Shuri didn’t call after you. You were probably starting to slowly get on her nerves. Even still, she’d been sweet towards you. 

Five minutes later you came back. Shuri glanced at you and kept typing. 

“Hi beautiful,” you greeted charmingly. 

After a beat she said “hi” back. 

You sat on her desk. 

“What are you doing?” She eyed you.

“Spending quality time…”

She could’t help but smile, shaking her head before gazing up at you. “Baby, you’re being a little annoying.”

“Aww, if you kiss me, I won’t be.”

She smirked, like she didn’t believe that for one second. 

“Are you almost done?” You asked. 

“Yeah, but the more you interrupt me, the longer it will take.”

You nodded, pretending to comply. “Okay.”

Shuri eyed you, raising an eyebrow with a small smile. She focused again on her work, turning away from you. 

“Just one kiss, please,” you said. 

She ignored you.

“Baby?” You tried again. “Sthandwa?”

Your eyes widened when not even the latter got her attention. 

You reached for her chin and grasped it. Shuri glowered at you albeit softly. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, releasing her face. “I’ll be quiet, I promise.”

“Leave, please.”

You bit back a smile, glad your plan was finally working. 

“I’m sorry,” you frowned before leaving.

This time you didn’t go back there for a little while. You were tempted, however. 

The next time you went there, you weren’t allowed entry. 

You called her but she would’t take the call no matter how much The Griot alerted her. 

“Griot, tell Shuri I’m hurt…in unbelievable pain,” you directed. 

Committed to your performance, you laid out on the floor. 

To your surprise, Shuri came to you about ten minutes later. 

“Are you really hurt Y/N?” She asked, already sounding doubtful.

You nodded, trying to paint the picture that you couldn’t even speak.

“I don’t know if I believe you. Where does it hurt? What happened?” She knelt down by you. 

“Why did it take you so long to come to me?”

“Because you’ve been bothering me for the past hour.”

Her tone silenced you.

“Where does it hurt?” She asked.

When you pointed to your lips, she kissed her teeth and got up, re-entering her lab and making sure the doors stayed shut. In her language, she commented that you were a child. 

You had miffed Shuri to the point where she didn’t want you anywhere near her lab. So switching gears, you instead decided to prepare dinner for you both.

You were seasoning chicken for yourself and steak for her when you sensed eyes on you. Turning to the entrance of the kitchen you found Shuri. “You almost scared me, babe.”

She just hummed and looked around. “Making dinner?”

“Yep,” you responded cheerfully. “Did you finish work?”

“I did.”

“That’s good!”

“I would’ve been done much sooner had someone not misbehaved.”

You just laughed some. “Oops.”

“Yeah, oops. The food looks seasoned. Wash your hands and meet me in the living room.” She left and you obeyed, feeling intrigued for what you awaited you.

Shuri was sitting in that same BDE-infused way and you knew what that meant.

“Hi baby,” you said, trying to get on her sweet side.

She shook her head with a stern expression. “Get over here.”

You gulped.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” she assured you with soft eyes. “But I do need to teach you a lesson.”

“I was bad,” you admitted.

“Very bad. Over my lap.”

“What?”

“I did not stutter.”

You laid on your stomach across her lap. 

“Do you think it was funny what you pulled?” She spoke. “Pretending to be hurt? You think that’s funny, Y/N?” “Not in real life.”

“This is real life! Didn’t I tell you to wait for me? I had something to take care of, right?”

“Yes,” you closed your eyes, trying to prepare yourself for whatever was next. 

She smacked your bottom but it reminded you of any other day. She liked grabbing your ass and feeling on it.

“Sit up,” she ordered. 

You got yourself together and she stood up, fixing you with a firm look. 

“All you had to do was be a good girl,” she said, reaching into her pocket. Your eyes enlarged at the handcuffs. 

She secured them on your hands. 

“Think about what you’ve done,” she said.

“No, no, baby, please, I’m sorry—I won’t ever do it again,” you protested. 

She went in the kitchen, picking up where you left off. 

When the food was ready, she undid your handcuffs. You were a bit sweaty and your eyes were red and watery. 

Shuri soothed your wrists that had indents in them. 

Her heart broke at your eyes. “It was that bad?” 

You looked away from her and a tear fell.

Shuri gasped and gently turned your face back towards her. “Sthandwa…baby.” She wiped your tear. “Maybe I went too far.”

Regret was all over her. 

“I’m sorry, babe, I shouldn’t have done the extreme,” she said, leaning her forehead against yours and closing her eyes.

“I’m sorry for purposely getting on your nerves.”

She leaned her head back to look at you, finding your grin. 

~

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You had to repeat while lifting your body on and off Shuri’s eager tongue. “I’m sorry my Queen…” your eyes pinched shut as your clit was trapped in her mouth. Her tongue pressed hard on your slick slit before she gave it quick, aggressive licks. “Shit!”

She pulled away, glaring at you. 

“I mean, sorry, your highness!” 

Her tongue returned to you, rolling around every crevice of your sweet, addictive hole. When you released, she slurped all your juices, not wasting a drop. You breathed out softly as she carried your naked frame to the wall, the coldness of it felt against your back. 

“I never said to stop,” she said in your ear.

“I’m sorry my Queen. Can you please undress?” She knew you preferred the both of you to be naked. You felt a bit used and like there was disconnect when she kept most of her clothes on. But you supposed that was the point right now.

She smirked at you and in a flash, her pants were lowered. Gripping your thighs apart, she worked her strap inside you, your form sliding up and down the wall. 

[darlingshane]

After Carmy leaves the pantry, Mikey breaks down in tears and slaps himself in the face. Was that on the page?

A lot of it was scripted. It’s a real testament to Chris, who wrote the episode. When he leaves him there, 99.9 shows out of 100, as soon as Carmy leaves that pantry, you go with Carmy. To stay on Mikey and be with him, it defies so much of how we do television, in terms of perspective and whose point of view we’re really looking at. It’s a private moment with this character that we know doesn’t exist. They give him two — the moment that he’s sitting there waiting for him, suggesting that he’s feeling the buzz of the pills that he just took, but more importantly, afterward: They leave him there to sit in that pain, and to show it. That moment was understanding that this dream was never going to happen, this was never going to work because he knew where he was headed. He knew where he was going.

Opportunities like that are so unbelievably rare to give characters that private moment. I do think Chris wrote the slap. It was just so, so beautifully written and makes it makes the job super easy.

How did you create that tension with Bob Odenkirk, and what conversations were had before that?

The power of an ensemble, like the power of theater, is you look around that table and everybody is just a thoroughbred. The tension is created in the room. Every time we went and did it, it was completely different — a new person sort of popped up and did this new bubble of intensity or dread. It was super fucking tense in there, because everybody came to play and everybody really knows what they’re doing. And the material is so gorgeous.

With Bob, I’m such a huge fan of his. I thought it was just such a perfect choice. He was so down to come at me, and vice versa! When you have an environment like that, everyone is willing to be a little bit dangerous, because there’s so much trust. There’s so much love and everybody’s so dedicated. The goal starts to then be, OK, how can I shock this person? How can I scare this person? How can I do something that they’ll never expect? How can I lose myself within this? When you create an atmosphere that’s that unbelievably creative and that unbelievably safe, danger is not a hard thing to find. It was really fun! It was like great theater work, and it’s really rare.

How many times did you film that scene? I imagine it may be a bit exhausting.

I would do that all day. I don’t really get exhausted, that’s like a thrill for me. The show moves unbelievably fast. It’s a real testament to what this group has found: the conglomeration, the alchemy of these great artists with this great material. Last year, I had to shoot my stuff basically on my lunch break. They flew out to L.A. for me to shoot that scene. And they told me, “We move so fast.” I don’t think there was a single day that we were there for more than six hours. [Chris Storer] gets what he wants. He shoots it the right way. The crew is as good as I’ve ever worked with. Everyone is so unbelievably dialed in. The cameras are always moving. They’re totally alive.

You said every take was different. How much improv was there — was the table flip scripted? And what type of forks were you using?

They were kind of like plastic forks? Oh, the table flip definitely wasn’t scripted. But it’s still a testament to Chris. I was like, “Hey, man, you gotta let me kind of go crazy at least once!” I do a lot of action stuff and I’m aware of how big of a reset that it is, where the food is meticulously laid out and it’s so specific and is a character within itself. He definitely gave me the green light. It’s funny when you work with directors, especially in TV, because sometimes they’ll give you the green light, but then be like, “Just maybe save it ’til the end.” Chris was like, “Go do you.” I think the funnest thing for me really, in that scene, was to be off camera and just to keep that intensity, keep that fight going with Bob and see everybody else’s reaction. It was just such a joy to do.

I put on subtitles for some of my second watch, especially the scene with you, Ebon and Jeremy talking about Claire. Your one-liners were cracking me up. Did you say she’s a “basket of biscuits”?

Yeah, “all that and a basket of biscuits” is a Jon Bernthal D.C. line for me. That was definitely one that I threw in. When Chris is behind the monitor, they’re cheering you on, sometimes they’re yelling lines from behind the monitors. It’s this comedic, super dark, really, really authentic and honest world. There’s this air of anything can happen and let’s push it, come up with stuff and be really, really creative. And honor the moment. It really is the best way to work. And with Ebon, it’s such a natural conversation for us. We really found that scene on the day.

[13tinysocks]

hey dude! What's up :)) been just a little since l've said something

Initially, this is me saying thank you and goodbye

This isn't supposed to be a weird pity story, so l'm so unbelievably sorry if it comes off that way, lol.

When I began reading your work, I was enamoured with fiction because of personal issues (as many usually are, honestly, I know I'm one of god knows how many people trying to run away from life for just a second with fanfics or media in general). I don't know if I will ever be able to communicate this properly, hell, this will even be unbelievable funny or dramatic but I need to get this across because it's coming from a genuine place. Your stories and work thus far has brought me comfort, immense heaps of it, and even still when I deal with things that feel out of reach or too much to actually face head on I find myself wandering back to syg or just your blog in general

I mean this, from my entire heart, thank you and thank Bee. A million times thank you, for making that one silly silly stupid piece of fanfiction, because oh my god it got me through some major stressful hardships within my life for the past 3 years.

I am leaving tumblr, however I’m aware I have submitted asks with my actual accounts before, so you'll likely be able to see they're still gonna be up. I'm just deleting tumblr the app instead of my account, but for other social platforms they will be deleted properly (such as quotev) so I won’t be indulging in much reading anymore when it comes to fanfics and such lol

I don't know if I'll come back, if I do I likely will not be back for long or to be as active as l've been because of the toll social media’s taken. So even as ridiculous as this feels, to tell someone I’m simply a fan of and barely truly know, that their fanfic of murderers and their love story with my self insert kept me pushing through a lot of tough days, I genuinely just had to.

I needed to thank both you and your partner for the work you've both put out. I still have that smiley pin I’d made, and I will cherish what you made quotev have been for me ( I literally found out about the website during early or late 2020 I can barely remember, then later found your fic, I was DEEP DIVING into that shit LMAO )

I hope whatever happens for you and bee in the future is only good, and I only will wish nothing but the best of luck with everything man.

feel free to post this (idk what it’s called but when you publicly reply lol) or not, as long as you read this it’ll mean lots to me !! >:))

your coolest weirdest ticci toby fan whose also named toby, 🐚 annon

I always struggle to convey gratefulness for messages like this and readership- especially repeated readership. My life would be different if it were not for comments and messages egging us on to keep writing from syg to ho1c. While it's easy to say that writing is solely out of passion for the craft there is also the drive to share something with others. Hearing those others loud or quiet as a favorite- does push us forward when we have no motivation or desire to work. That drive has made us closer as a couple, better thinkers, and a halfway decent writing team. I thank you and all the others who send us stuff even if it's shit post asks I never answer because I like having them in my inbox like a personal horde of platonic Valentine's. I like keeping the pieces you give me to myself sometimes. I know it may seem like I'm ignoring you but I find genuine comfort in these messages. That there are so many. That they are so varied. That we have reached beyond our shut-in existence to touch the lives of others.

I find myself wondering where an anon has gone when I do not hear from them in awhile. I wish them well. I wish them better standards than us.

Maybe we'll meet again someday space cowboy. If you're ever back in town feel free to shoot me (a message).

Thank you for reaching out. Thank you for reading. I wish you peace and love and good books.