#and if i were to finally get with the boy I loved for a loooong time

[xhanisai]

I am so, SO happy that I'm seeing more people on twitter defending Alya and talking about how SOME people have done Marinette dirty in s5 and how said snakey characters continue to get their feet kissed by the fandom and have their actions blamed on "bad writing uwu"

There is a reason why the only characters I give a shit about are Marinette, Adrien, Alya, Nino, Tom, Sabine and kwamis atm

Many people need to understand that their fave characters aren't affected by "bad writing". They're just shit people in general sometimes lol.

[paranormalactivity5]

LUPRICALIA

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Summary: Eddie leads you to believe he doesn't like valentines, when its quite the opposite, he even plans a whole cute day based on old pagan lupricalia traditions. Eddie munson x fem!reader

Notes: the reader is alternative my fics are x chubby!reader unless stated otherwise. Readers' hair is teased/messy in a cute way, please let me know if this makes the fic uninclusive. For the fit think Misa Amanes pink outfit with the heart but red and and one piece. Cross posted on tumblr and wattpad under paranormalactivity/paranormalactivity5g

A/N: sorry for bad writing english IS my first language. As a pagan and overall spooky girl you know I had to make this my Valentine fic. Although no magick occurs in the fic pagan rituals are discussed. Sorry i never post, writers block is pretty much my natural state

Warnings: none just fluff, but there are references to sexual acts and swearing ig, bad writing, loooong paragraphs sometimes, not proof read WC: 1.5k a shortiee

Eddie Munson was a very observant person, and he prided himself on that, but you didn't have to be observant to notice the change in his girlfriend. It wasn't anything bad just…..different than her usual attire. Instead when she walked up to the bench in the woods where they usually met, a red dress with a heart cut out on the chest adorned her body, a chain hanging loosely on the swell of her waist, paired with black fishnets, a black undershirt that covered her arms and had been torn perfectly, along with black go-go boots and teased hair. She walked up with a pretty smile painted on her red stained lips 

“Hi baby” you announced yourself, the boy got up to greet you bringing you into a tight hug and swaying back and forth “Hi princess” in his smooth yet grovely voice that always made your heart flutter. “So not that you don't look gorgeous….but, what's with the getup?”  “uhh it's almost Valentine's Day?” you replied as if it was obvious “And?” “And? What do mean and?” you said exasperated by him already “And how does it almost being valentines Day warrant this?” “Because baby it's a beautiful day, a day all about celebrating love, don't you wanna celebrate our love?” she went on teasily, looking at him through her lashes causing him to get distracted for a minute, his eyes falling on the small heart cut out on the chest, allowing him to see the tops of your plump breasts but as his eyes went back up they caught on your half of the matching guitar pick necklaces you wore and it reminded him of the topic, love. “I do that every day!” he protested “Fine, you don't have to love it, just let me have it.” you replied kind of disappointed, why could he not get with the of having a day about yourselves and your love? But oh he could and he was going to, you just didn't know it yet.

Eddie was trying to figure out how to surprise you on Valentine's while also making it more personal, not just store bought chocolates and a small bear when he was reading the Hawkins post and saw a column speaking of the horrors of an old pagan holiday lupricalia perfect. Now, while it was a struggle to find reliable information on it in the small conservative town of Hawkins he finally found some information he was immediately ecstatic at the idea. A lot of the traditions weren't doable, things like animal sacrifice and running around naked whipping women with animal hide, but the other ones, feast, and sex? Yeah, he could do that. So he took out some of his rainy day money, booked a reservation at one of the nicer spots in Hawkins, and began planning

Ever the overthinker eddies not caring replayed in your head for the last 13 days until the day before Valentine's. Did he really think celebrating love was stupid? If so could he not at least pretend for you? Meanwhile, it was absolutely killing Eddie to pretend he didn't care, he could tell it was bothering him, and knowing you were upset because of him hurt, hopefully tomorrow will make up for it.

You awoke at around 10 AM to the smell of pancakes, which confused you because Eddie is many things, but a cook is not one. When you got out of bed walking out of the bedroom into the kitchen of the Munson trailer you quickly corrected yourself, you were smelling burnt pancakes. You stood at the enge of the hallway looking at your man listening to his string of curses for making concrete pancakes until he noticed you “Baby!” he almost shouted as you startled him “Nooooo you weren't supposed to wake up until the pancakes were ready……or I made a second batch” he chuckled awkwardly at the last part but you didn't care about that, you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, gave him a quick peck and when you pulled back you told him “I dont care about that honey, I care that you tried…..and convinced me that you aren't just a heartless man who hates valentines” He giggled into your neck “well I hope I can do more convincing with everything I have planned today” when he said this you immediately kissed him deeply, something about him going out of his way to plan a day with you always seems to get you going “mmph” he groaned into the clip and then pulled away “as much as I love this…thats for later” “so, whats all the fun planned today?” you questioned “well, while we are celebrating i do think that valentines day is a little generic, i decided to make it a bit more personal” you nodded along, already loving this “so i found out the history of valentines day and it comes from a pagan tradition called Lupricalia, and i figure thats more fitting for us, so i figured out the ways they celebrated and fit it into our world” god you loved this man “So they used to have animal sacrificesand obviously we cant do that so i figured we can go see the new nightmare on elm street, seems horrific enough, and then we feast at the marriot on 34th street, and then the one thing that hasent changed, we have hot, passionate sex” he clasps him hands together and all you can think about is how much you love him “i love you so much Eddie Munson” the feeling overwhelmed you so much you just had to voice it.  the cutest smile splayed across his face “i love you too princess, now go get ready!” he spoke excitedly and swatted your body as you walked back into the bedroom.

You got yourself ready by putting on a black bustier top with lace trim, a red velvet skirt, and a belt with a bat buckle adorning your waist, again paired with your black gogo boots, and makeup done perfectly when you were ready about an hour later then Eddie and you walked out into the living room where he was sat, he just starred at you, which began to make you nervous until he spoke “god your so fucking pretty” his words instantly made you feel shy “like I wish you could like, be in my head and see you walk into the room,...it would change your life” he always managed to make you feel like a giggly little girl with your first crush “you look very handsome yourself sir” you walked up to him and laid your hand on his bicep, and his face immediately went up in flames, he knew you were easy to fluster, but you knew he was too. As you walked out the door he quickly walked in front of you so he could reach the old van first and open your door “Your chariot awaits madame” in his best British accent “Why thank you kind sir” you replied in your own

When you arrived at the theatre for the screening of Elm Street 3 you got your popcorn and made your way in. About 2 hours later you come out, the movie was pretty good, and while some would argue that it's not a Valentine's movie you think it was perfect. When you arrived at the restaurant it was a bit more on the fancy side, you wondered about the possible cost of this, Eddie could sense this and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

The food was absolutely delectable and it got you wondering what dessert might be like “You know what sounds amazing?” you asked “What?” “dessert” “Ohhhhh…you know what sounds even better? Free desert.” you were confused for a moment when he started to slip one of your rings off your finger but when he got down on one knee, you got what was happening here “y/n l/n, my beautiful girl, my time with you has been the best of my life, you make me see the world in a new way. I love you in ways I never thought imaginable, every day when I look at you, I love you more, which I never think is possible but it always is, will you do me the honor, and let me be your husband?” you started fake crying, which some of it was real due to his words and got up from your seat with a loud yes then kissed him proudly. The other people in the restaurant clapped a little and within 5 minutes there was a slice of chocolate cake on your table. You and Eddie giggled to each other while eating the dessert until you looked up from the cake and saw him looking at you in which a way Aphrodite herself would point and smile “You know I meant every word and one day I really am gonna ask you, I mean there will be a lot more words and a lot more crying but one day…I’m gonna put a ring on your finger..if you’ll so have me.” “of course I'll have you Eddie” You both awkwardly leaned over the table and kissed. As you pulled back you noticed the mark your red lipstick left and went to wipe it away “Leave it.” he protested

When you got home that night and walked into the trailer you pulled him in by his belt loops “Thank you, Eddie, this has truly been amazing.” “no need to thank me, I enjoyed it just as much” You kissed him with all the passion and love that had built up through the night “Now..” you spoke softly “time for some of that hot, passionate sex you were talking about earlier” he grinned devilishly.

A/N: girl you sucked the SOUL outta him that night. Dw he sucked your soul too.

[measuredingold]

to be in love and to be loved

chapter four: all i need

authors note: ...guess who finally came out of retirement ! the spark ( sort of ) has come back and i was finally able to finish this chapter. a loooong time coming. i'm happy to finally get something out, but i'm a bit bummed by this chapter because i don't think it's my best - however, i'm already working on chapter five and i'm very happy with it so far so... get ready for that :) another chapter in naomi's pov, and it's a doozy so hopefully that makes up for the time away ! as always please enjoy and feedback is appreciated !

pairing: noah sebastian x ofc x nicholas ruffilo

masterlist / cross-posted on ao3

word count: 10.2k

cw: ~kissing~, angst, suggestive content, feelings definitely being realized, alcohol, 18+ (minors do not interact.)

Naomi tries to go on like nothing happened that night on FaceTime. She kept her feelings and whatever she realized tucked deeply inside of her, putting on her best smile when the boys came home. They ended up not getting matching tattoos this time around. Whenever Nicholas wasn’t tattooing, and when Noah wasn’t doing something for the band, all three of them spent as much time together as they could.

It slipped their minds, which she was grateful for, because it made her focus on other things and not… that. It was pretty easy to forget about for the most part, just being happy that they were home for the first time in months. It felt like they had been gone longer than three months, and the weight that had been on her shoulders was lifted the very moment they stepped foot into Richmond.

That feeling, the realization, didn’t come back until the first night alone in her apartment. Noah had left two weeks ago, and Nicholas had left earlier that morning, and she felt… empty. Like something was missing – someone was missing. Her feelings consumed her then, so much so that she felt like she couldn’t breathe, eyes prickling with tears because how the hell did she get herself into this?

She feels guilty, keeping this from them but also knowing that she can never say anything. How the hell do you tell your boyfriend that you’re in love with him and your guys’ best friend? This isn’t some fairytale where every ending is a happy one, this is the real world, and the real world always has its consequences.

A part of her is glad that the boys have been busy the last week and a half, their talks being limited to maybe an hour every few days, and texts sent at the most random times. It's given her time to sit with herself and think, and then eventually bring in reinforcements. Someone she's known longer than Noah and Nicholas, someone who she can trust without a second thought. 

"Jesus, Mimi." Analise breathes out, and Naomi can already see the crease in her forehead. She sighs.

"I know."

There's a silence that follows that makes her feel uneasy. Analise has always been able to tell her how it is, never having trouble voicing her opinions and calling Naomi out on her shit. This time though... She feels like she's finally stunned the other girl into silence for the first time in her life.

"Does anyone else know?" 

"Lis," Naomi sighs again. "The only other people I'd tell would be Noah and Nicky... and I obviously can't fucking do that."

Analise laughs. "If it weren't for me, you'd go to the grave with this, huh?"

"Oh, for fucking sure." She tries to laugh but it fails, and she lets out another deep, aggravated sigh. She brings her hands up to dig her heels into her eyes, a headache already beginning to start at the back of her head. "What the hell do I do, Lissy?"

A beat passes. "Do you want my honest opinion?"

"Well, I didn't invite you over just to bullshit me."

"Girl, I have never bullshitted you once throughout our entire friendship."

"Exactly, and that's why I go to you for these types of things. You always tell me how it is." 

"And I always will.” Analise says matter of factly before her words are followed by a sigh. Naomi can see that fucking crease again. "Anyone under the fucking sun can see how much love you have for Noah. I don't think I've ever seen you love someone so hard before."

"I don't think I've ever loved someone like I do him." Naomi replies easily, without much thought. She knew it was true.

"Right," Analise starts before narrowing her gaze at Mimi, her full lips tugging down ever so slightly. "However, I'm not dumb."

Mimi raises a brow. "Huh?"

"Listen," Analise leans back against the couch, holding her hands up almost defensively. "I'm not sure if anything ever happened between you and Nick before you got with Noah, but I wouldn't be surprised. Your chemistry with each other is insane." Her gaze softens now. "And I can tell you care about him a lot, more than a friend should. I think you always have."

Naomi's cheeks flush at Analise's words and she bites down on her bottom lip, chewing on it nervously. Was it so obvious? She didn't think so, but Analise has never lied to her. Not once. 

"...What if I told you something almost happened?" 

"I'd call you a bitch - lovingly - for not telling me sooner," Analise says without hesitation. "And then I'd ask for you to elaborate on what you mean by almost."

"Almost as in," She drags her words, pulling her legs up onto the couch, "When he tattooed me for the first time, we were talking, and got pretty close. I wanted to kiss him and... and I think he wanted to kiss me, but then we didn't. He mentioned Noah and it kinda... ruined the moment."

Analise stares at her for a beat longer than needed before speaking up, "Did it ruin the moment because you knew that you liked Noah at the time, or did you think there was something going on between Noah and Nick?"

Naomi's eyes widen and Analise waves her off, scoffing softly.

"Girl. Don't give me that look. You know it's true." The girl sighs, as if this is the most taxing thing she's ever had to deal with and leans forward. "I've seen the way Nicholas looks at you… and the way he looks at Noah.” Analise gives her a smile, full lips stretched into a smile. "He's got it bad for the both of you."

"You're just making that up."

"I'm not making shit up. You," Analise points a finger at her and Mimi scoffs, turning her head the other way, "are just in denial at the fact Nicholas is in love with the both of you.”

"No, I'm not."

"Okay. Look me in the eyes and tell me you had no fucking idea Nicholas looks at both you and Noah like you two hung up the fucking stars."

Naomi's mouth opens to argue because that's just ridiculous, he doesn't do that, but nothing comes out. Not even a noise. Her brain then starts to finally catch up and thoughts of Nicholas invade her mind. Her throat tightens, skin heating up and feeling almost clammy, as the realization finally dawns on her. It's as if she's finally waking up after years of sleep, like she's opened her eyes and finally saw what was right in front of her the entire fucking time. 

Nicholas wasn't just in love with her, or with Noah... it was the both of them. 

"Oh my god." Was all she was able to get out, brown eyes widening as she finally looked back at Analise. 

Her friend's face softened, lips pressing together to try and suppress her own frown. "It's so obvious, Mimi."

"Yeah, I fucking know that now." She groans, leaning her elbows against the tops of her thighs, hands rubbing along her face. "Oh my god."

The tightening in her throat doesn't let up and there's a burning feeling behind her eyes, the tears threatening to push through. Her heart pounds against her chest, ringing through her ears. How did she not notice? 

The way he reacted to them being together, the way he's been acting ever since... It all makes fucking sense. She - they - are the reason behind Nicholas' continued sadness, the reason why he's been pulling away these last few months. The reason why he needed to suck it up and get over it. Her stomach turns in a way she fucking hates, the nausea coming back as it settles somewhere deep inside the pit of her stomach. 

How did she not fucking notice?

With tears stinging at her eyes, she finally looks up to find Analise staring at her, expression pained.

"What do I do?" She breathes out. 

"Well... what do you think you should do?" 

"I..." With a frustrated sigh she slumps her body back against the couch, hands coming up to rub at her face as the first tears fell. "I don't know."

She probably sounded pitiful, because that's exactly how she felt. What could she even do? It's not like she could call up Nicholas right now and tell him how she felt, how she knew, because there's a whole other person involved. She whines pathetically at the thought of her boyfriend. Yeah, maybe she and Nicholas had feelings for one another and Noah, but what about him?

She feels the couch beside her dip and her stomach turns at the thought of Noah. How would he feel about all of this? There's no telling how he'd react, finding out she was in love with their best friend and him, and said best friend was also in love with her and him. Does he even feel the same?

Her head pounds, a headache coming on immediately, and she curls herself into her friend's arms as she finally lets more tears fall.

"You need to tell them."

Analise's voice broke her out of her thoughts, and she shudders, head shaking against the girl's shoulder.

"I can't."

"Yes, you can." Analise pulls her back, hands coming up to cup her face to force Naomi to stare at her. "You need to tell them, Mimi."

She knows she should. She fucking knows that she should tell both Noah and Nicholas right now that she loves them so much that it makes her sick, makes her stomach twist and turn at the thought of ever being without either of them. A life without the two of them is a life she never wants to endure and... and she thinks that is what's stopping her. She would never be able to live with herself if this is what breaks them, if this is what pushes Noah from them.

She shakes her head in Analise's hold, "No. I can't."

Analise's hands drop from her face, lips pursed. "You're sostubborn sometimes, I can't stand it."

"You don't understand." She wipes at her face to rid herself of the tears that seem to still fall, tucking a few loose curls behind her ears. "This isn't me being stubborn, this is... I can't lose them. Sure, what if me and Nicholas feel the same? What about Noah? There's no telling how he even feels, if he'd even be okay with this." Naomi doesn't miss the way her voice wavers and she feels her bottom lip tremble, a fresh set of tears falling. "Lis, you know I can't fucking lose him."

"I know. I know, okay?" Analise gathers her in her arms again and she falls into it gratefully, face pressing against her shoulder. "I've never dealt with something like this, so I'm sure it's scary, right? The not knowing." Naomi feels her friend smooth down her hair, hugging her closer as she sighed out, "But I still think you need to tell them eventually. They deserve to know - especially Nick. I can't even imagine how he feels."

That makes Naomi's heart break in a whole new way, the realization of Nicholas having to deal with this on his own. Having to watch the two people he loves be together right in front of him and having to keep the way he feels hidden to keep things as normal as possible... because she knows he'd rather hurt himself by keeping them close than losing them for good. She chokes out a sob and Analise holds her closer, hands rubbing up and down her back to soothe her. 

"I can't." She rasps out after a few minutes, calming down slightly but the tears still burning her eyes. She pulls back to look at Analise, head shaking. "At least not yet. I just - I can't."

Analise stares at her, hard, lips pressing together before sighing in defeat. A weight on Naomi's shoulders lifts, knowing that her friend won't press her anymore on this. She pulls away, hands sliding from Naomi's back to her arms, rubbing them soothingly.

"God, you’re so... fucking stubborn and really annoying sometimes," Analise grumbles, but there's no malice in her voice, "but I'm also going to be here for you every step of the way. Even if I'm not happy about it."

For some reason this makes Naomi laugh, a bit wet and rough, but she feels more at ease. Her shoulders finally relax.

"Thank you." She mumbles, reaching up to wipe at her face, and she sucks in a deep breath. "I just need to think about it, okay? I know it's not fair to Nicky, I know, but I can't..." Her voice trails off, that same heavy weight against her chest returning. "I don't know how to fucking do it, so I need to weigh out my options, you know?"

"I know." Analise's voice is so soft, so gentle, and Naomi has to try and will away the remaining tears that threaten to fall. "I'm here, okay? I'm on your side. Don't forget that."

Naomi doesn't respond, instead gives her friend a tight smile before leaning back into her embrace. She sucks in another deep breath and buries her face against Analise's shoulder, letting her eyes slip shut.

How did everything get so complicated?

...

"Hey," She tries to keep her voice even, lips pressing together to suppress her smile. "What're you doing on the 17th?"

Noah caught her gaze through the screen, brows furrowing at her question. "Uh... probably practicing. Why?"

"Oh, nothing." She averts her gaze from the screen as her shoulders go up into a nonchalant shrug, the struggle to keep the smile off her face growing harder each second. "Just wanted to know if you were free and wanted to pick me up from the airport at… eight that night."

She looks back at Noah now, full lips pulled into a grin, and he blinks. Naomi can see the wheels in his head slowly turning, trying to catch up to what she just said to him. He blinks again, face scrunching in confusion before it falls to one in disbelief, eyes widening.

“What the fuck.”

Mimi laughs, letting her head fall back against the couch, and Noah says it again, louder this time.

“What the fuck.” She lifts her head to look at the screen again, seeing a wide smile spreading across his lips. “You’re not fucking with me, right? You’re serious?”

“As can be.” She hums sending him a gentle smile through the screen. “I’ve had the tickets for a while, I wanted to surprise you at the apartment but forgot how expensive Ubers are, so I kind of need you to pick me up.”

“I will. I’d never make you pay for that.” She swears his smile gets nugget, laughter slipping from him. “How long will you be here?”

“Just a week.” Her lips dip downward from the smile she once wore, sighing quietly. “I’m trying not to use too much time, but I really wanted to see you guys and be there for the album release. This is huge. I couldn’t miss it.”

She notices the twitch in his lips, the slight drop at the mention of only being there for a week, but he covers it up quickly.

"That's fine. I wouldn't even care if it were just a day," He murmurs, eyes softening. "Just as long as I get to see you."

It's crazy what he does to her, her stomach fluttering so much she truly believes there's butterflies roaming around in there. Her cheeks heat up and her frown turns back into a sheepish smile.

"Yeah?"

"Of course. I miss you."

"I miss you, too." 

"And so does Nick. Fuck, can I tell him? He's going to be so excited."

Naomi's heart drops at the mention of Nicholas' name and she has to swallow down the rush of feelings that come to her instantly.

"Yeah, you can tell him. I was gonna text him after I got off the phone with you." She says quietly, bringing her hand up to her mouth to chew at her thumb. 

Noah's lips twitch up into a smile and he hums in response, "It's going to be so nice having you here... fuck, Nick's seriously going to be so excited. He mentioned the other day that he missed you."

Oh. Her tummy does that thing again where it's flipping and turning in every which way, and she knows her cheeks are heating up. She swallows thickly, throat drying up, but she does her best to smile back at Noah.

"Did he?"

"Yeah." 

There's a short pause before Noah's changing the subject, obviously oblivious to Naomi's reactions. She nods along to whatever he says, trying to focus on her boyfriend and not the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach, her brain screaming at her every chance it could. 

She was going to have to tell them sooner rather than later.

Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the crowd around her, slight irritation bubbling inside of her. It was literally eight o'clock at night, a Wednesday night. Why the hell were there so many people? She huffs to herself as she continues to look for a familiar face, and her breath hitches once she finds Noah standing only a few feet away. He hadn't seen her yet, and she suspects he's wearing the same irritated expression that she is, eyes narrowed, and hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked through the sea of people.

Relief washes over his face when he finally spots her and her feet start moving before she even thinks about it, a smile spreading across her lips when he waves her over.

"Fucking finally." He groans out, barely giving her time to reply before he scoops her into his arms. "Felt like I was standing here forever."

She all but melts in his hold, the irritation she had been feeling just seconds before leaving her the moment Noah wrapped her up in his arms. This is what she was missing. The feeling of comfort she had so desperately been yearning for. Naomi sighs as she buries her face against his chest, fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt. She feels his lips brush against the side of her temple, and she can feel the smile spreading across his features.

"That flight felt like it was fucking forever." Naomi grumbles, the memory of the crying baby a few seats behind her filling her mind. "Didn't think I was gonna make it."

"Thank fuck you did." Noah chuckles as she pulls back but keeps her arms around him. Their eyes lock and his smile grows, leaning down to press their foreheads together. "Missed you."

"Missed you." She whispers, eyes fluttering shut. 

They stay like that for a beat before Noah's pulling back, looking around them as if he was waiting for someone else.

"Nicky should be on his way back..." Noah's voice trails off and Naomi's skin crawls at the mention of the other, stomach dropping. "Ah! There he is."

Her body turns as she follows Noah's gaze and in between the crowds of people emerges Nicholas, a wide grin stretching across his lips as their eyes meet. Her breath hitches in her throat, similar to how it had when she saw Noah, and her heart pounds against her chest. She stood still as Nicholas finally reached them, arms being thrown around her and her face pressing into his chest.

"There's our girl."

She sputters, the sound being muffled by Nicholas' shirt as he holds her closer, lips brushing against the side of her head.

Our girl.

In a perfect world that was true, she was theirs. She always had been, even when they were just friends. She feels her eyes burn. Knowing what she did now, how she felt for the both of them, what Nicholas felt... She squeezes her eyes shut and lets her arms wrap around his middle, hugging him tightly. She can hear Analise yelling at her in the back of her mind, chanting Tell them! Tell them! Tell them! but she can't. Not now, at least. Not right before the biggest day of their entire lives. 

The burning behind her eyes doesn't stop especially when she feels Noah behind her, pressing into her as his arms slip around her and Nicholas, joining the embrace. It feels so right to be wrapped up between the two of them, having just the two of them pick her up from the airport. It makes so much sense, and she lets her mind wander back to that perfect world where this is the norm. Where they meet her here and pick her up, exchanging hugs, I love you, I missed you, and then heading off their home. 

God. Naomi loves them so much that it physically hurts at this point.

Nicholas is the first to pull away, but Noah's still attached to her back, chin now resting against her shoulder.

"You're probably tired." Nicholas hums, eyes scanning over her face. She blinks away the tears, thankful none fall, but knows that he noticed the red rimming around her eyes. His brows furrow. "Everything alright?"

She nods, leaning back against Noah's chest. "Yeah. Just missed you guys."

His face softens and she feels Noah's arms squeeze around her gently.

"We missed you, too," Noah hums in response before finally untangling himself from her but leaves an arm around her shoulder. Nicholas reaches for her suitcase. "Nick’s right, you probably are tired and ready to get home.”

Home.

A lump rises into the base of her throat and she blinks away that burning feeling in her eyes, and leaned into Noah’s side, trying to relax in his embrace. She flicked her eyes towards Nicholas who was already looking at her, eyes narrowed slightly, but lips tugged into a small smile. He knew something was up with her, more than just being tired, but she knew he wouldn't press.

Naomi gives him her own smile, small but a smile nonetheless, and nuzzles herself further into Noah's side.

“I should’ve picked an earlier flight.” She says, a yawn soon following after. She was tired, and later flights always leaves her exhausted. It was about eight at night California time, so even later than the East Coast time she was used to. “I‘m exhausted.”

"Well, let’s get you home and into bed, hm?" Noah squeezed her shoulder, and she felt the brush of his lips against the side of her head, eyes fluttering shut at the comforting feeling. 

"Yeah." Her eyes open again to stare at Nicholas beside her and then tilting her head up to stare at Noah, chest aching only slightly, the burn behind her eyes slowly leaving. "Let's go home."

…

There had been a lot more people there than she had anticipated, and as she eyed the crowd from the merch table she was currently guarding, her chest swelled with pride. She had noticed the rise of Bad Omens in these last few months, their follower count growing steadily, online forums talking about them and their upcoming debut release more and more. It was almost fulfilling to see it all finally come to light, years of blood, sweat, and tears finally leading them to this very moment.

Naomi knows how hard they had worked for this - how hard Noah had worked for this. She has to swallow down her pride, willed away the burning tears at her eyes as she watched Noah work the crowd. It had to be exhilarating, she thinks, getting the crowd hyped up, hearing them sing back those very lyrics you spent hours on. She can't even imagine what Noah must be feeling right now. Not even just him, but Nicholas, Folio, and Jolly as well. They all look like they're meant to be up there. 

She’s so fucking proud.

Her focus on the stage was broken by someone coming up to the table, giving her a timid smile as they pointed to a shirt behind her. She shook herself out of her thoughts and smiled gently at them before reaching for the shirt that they had wanted. They looked young, probably around Folio’s age, and she watched as they handed over the cash for the shirt. She's going by memory now, sorting through money to give them their change and she looks up briefly at the stage. 

She freezes, the dollar bills almost slipping from her grasp. Noah had moved from the center of the stage over to the left, where Nicholas had stood, and the sight had something igniting inside Naomi – like there was a fire in the pit of her stomach. Noah moves with a purpose, slinging an arm over Nicholas' shoulder and presses into his side. This shouldn't be doing something for her, because they've always done this, but it's Noah's next move that has her breath hitching ever so slightly.

Noah's twisting Nicholas towards him, leaning forward so their foreheads can press together. She swallows thickly and watches as Noah's hand goes to move to the back of Nicholas' neck, gripping. Nicholas' eyes flutter shut in that exact moment, and she has to press her lips together in hopes for her mouth to not fucking drop open, especially when Noah presses forward again, their noses barely brushing together as he sang into the mic.

Naomi forced her gaze away from the two, heart pounding against her chest and that fiery pit in her stomach not letting up once. She tried to rid herself of those thoughts, lips straining into a smile as she finally handed the change back to the fan who wasn't even phased. They smiled warmly, and if they noticed the slight flush to her cheeks, they didn't comment on it, instead thanking her and walking off. 

She let out a breath she had been holding, eyes gazing back towards the stage and felt the relief flow through her body when she noticed that Noah was on the other side now. Thank God, she thinks, letting out another long breath before helping out another fan. She’s not sure she could handle seeing them that close again.

As their set went on, she lost count of the times her mind drifted back to Noah leaning into Nicholas' space, his hand placed on the back of the other's neck to hold him there as their foreheads pressed together. She pushed it as far back as she could while doing her job for the night, but it was always there, unmoving in a small portion of her mind. They looked good together, faces far too close to not be taken as intimate, eyes shut in almost ecstasy... Naomi shakes her head.

Girl, get a grip, she thinks.

She can't get too lost in that thought, doesn't let herself cling on to the what if? of the situation. She hadn't let herself think of the maybe, the mere possibility of Noah feeling the same for Nicholas. She doesn't have to think twice on how her boyfriend feels for her because she knows - Noah never gave her a reason to think otherwise. It's Noah's feelings for Nicholas that she's confused about. 

They grew up together. Where Nicholas went, Noah seemed to follow, even long after Naomi had come into the picture and became their friend. She thinks back to long nights spent at their apartment, staying up way too late and passing around a bottle of wine as they talked about their dreams, the future. She remembers how Noah was always staring at her, at the time not knowing the look in his eyes was filled with pure adoration. But she also remembers Noah staring at Nicholas, when he thought no one was paying attention. Not as often as he did her, but he still would. With that same look. 

She didn't know it then, but she knows it now, and her stomach turns all the same as it had with Analise a few weeks ago.  

"Holy fucking shit."

Folio's voice breaks her out of her thoughts and Naomi turns away from the box she's working on to face her friend, giving him a wide smile. 

"Dude!" She all but shouts as Folio bounds his way to the merch table, throwing her arms around him. "That was so fucking sick!"

He slips an arm around her waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You think?"

"Think?" Naomi pulls back to stare at him, giving him the most ridiculous look. "Did you not see that crowd? You fucking killed it. They all loved it!”

Folio smiles, big and full of pride, and she can't help but wrap her arms around him again, pulling him back into another hug.

"So proud of you." Naomi remembers the very beginnings of this band, and to think back to where they started up to this very moment makes her a little misty eyed. "Only up from here."

Folio's eyes roll playfully when he pulls away. "Please. The album just came out."

"And?" She laughs now, pinching his arm. "Just watch - in a few years everyone's going to know who Bad Omens are."

"...I hope so." He smiles sheepishly now, head dipping down to hide the hint of flush on his cheeks. 

"I hope so too."

Their conversation is cut short when she hears a few loud voices come closer to them, turning her head to spot the rest of the band coming their way. Her stomach drops the second she sees Noah, and she can't help but stare as both he and Nicholas make their way over to the merch table. Memories of them on stage flash through her mind and she has to look away from them, trying to shake whatever thoughts that seemed to float through her mind. She cannot be thinking about that.

But it's so hard, especially with how good they looked together. Noah's hand wrapped around the back of Nicholas' neck; Nicholas' eyes fluttering shut as Noah pressed himself closer... She physically shakes her head this time, trying to will away those thoughts as Noah comes up to her. She tries to do her best to act like a normal human being and not someone who was just thinking about her boyfriend doing God knows what with their best friend.

"So?" Noah's grin is so wide, she's sure his cheeks hurt, and she doesn't stop herself from throwing her arms around him.

"That was fucking amazing!" Naomi all but squeals. "Y'all have always been good but shit... this show was top tier."

Noah pulls away from her just enough for them to lock eyes, his grin falling to something much softer - timider. "You think so?"

She nods, standing slightly on her tiptoes to press her lips to his cheek gently. "Well duh. Of course, I do."

"You're just saying that because you like me." Noah grumbles playfully and she can't help but pinch at his side, laughing when he yelps.

"Oh, shut up." Their eyes meet again, and her gaze softens, arms slipping back around his waist. "You've worked really fucking hard for this and it showed up there tonight. I'm so proud of you."

She smiles up at Noah gently before turning to face Jolly and Nicholas who have finally joined the group, catching their gazes.

"You guys, too. I don't think I've ever been prouder of anyone in my entire life."

Nicholas blushes, face red and looks away from her, mumbling a quiet "Thank you" and busying himself with folding the rest of the shirts she had laying out. Cute, she thinks to herself before she looks at Jolly, who's waving her off.

"Oh, please. Don't go soft on me." But from the faint color on his cheeks as well, she knows he appreciated it. 

"So, what's the plan?" Folio speaks up, looking around the group. "Celebratory drinks?"

"You're not even legal yet, dude." Noah teases, resting his arm around Naomi's shoulder.

"Neither are you?" Her, Nicholas, and Jolly say in unison before breaking out in laughter, especially at the pouty face Noah gives them.

"Almost!"

"Yeah, two months." Nicholas snorts, casting both her and Noah a look before focusing back on the shirts. "But I'm down to drink."

"Me too." Jolly agrees. "Nick, Mimi - you guys get this all packed up. The rest of the crew will get everything else. Sound good?"

She meets Nicholas' eyes and nods, giving him a gentle smile before focusing back on Jolly, throwing him a thumbs up. "Sounds good to me."

"The quicker we finish, the quicker we can get out of here." Noah says happily, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before pulling away from her. "Let's get this shit done. I'm ready for a drink." 

The three of them walk over to the rest of the crew, beginning to take down their equipment, leaving her and Nicholas alone. This was the first time she had been alone with him since he had been home weeks ago, and her stomach swirls in excitement as she slips into the space next to him, folding the rest of the shirts scattered across the table.

"You did good tonight." She hummed, bumping her hip into his. 

"Yeah?" He keeps his voice low, and she steals a quick glance at him to see the sides of his mouth quirking up into a smile. She nods. "Thank you. I had fun."

"You looked like you did." The words fall from her mouth without much thought, and immediately the image of him and Noah on stage plague her mind. She clears her throat. "You guys are really getting the hang of this."

"It's gotten easier." He says with a shrug, closing up a box he had finished. "Still weird having people like... come and see us? Like. Singing our songs and shit. It's weird but nice."

"It's amazing, that's what it is." She pauses her actions to lean her hip against the table, crossing her arms over her chest. "I sound like a broken record but I just... I'm so proud of you guys. You've been busting your asses for years and it's finally paying off."

Nicholas reaches for the shirts she had folded, and her eyes watch his movements, watching as he placed them into another empty box. Most of the shirts have been tucked away nicely and the only things left are some CDs and a few vinyl variants, and a few posters she thinks. 

"Thank you for coming and helping out." Their eyes meet again, and she holds in a breath, but doesn't look away. "I was scared shitless for tonight, but it was uh, easier. Knowing you were in the crowd." He reaches up to rub at the back of his neck. "Made it easier for Noah, too."

His words pull at her heart, chest tightening. She made it easier for them. Having her there made the biggest night of their lives easier in some shape or form and she has to blink away the burning in her eyes, lips tugging into a smile.

"I'm glad I was able to make it easier."

They stare at each other for a beat longer than needed and Nicholas' eyes drop, going back to packing up their stuff. 

"Ready to haul this shit out to the van?"

She eyes the filled boxes around them, and then the things that still need to be packed up, and internally groans to herself. She wishes they had at least one more set of hands to help out, but everyone else is handling all the heavy duty that she definitely doesn't want to deal with and nods. 

"As ready as I'll ever be."

And on the back-and-forth trips she and Nicholas make from the venue to the van, she can't shake away the feeling in the back of her mind telling her that it's going to be a long night. 

…

Naomi feels warm all over.

The alcohol courses through her veins as she and Noah throw back their third shot of the night. She makes a face, her chest burning from the contents, and chases the after taste with her mixed drink. Noah laughs from beside her.

"Oh, come on! It wasn't that bad."

She groans and leans into his side, her forehead pressing against his shoulder. "You know how much I hate tequila." 

His arm wraps around her, pulling her closer, and she shivers at the feeling of his fingers dancing along her hip and up under her shirt, rubbing the skin there gently. He dips his head down to brush his lips against her cheek, another laugh escaping him. Another shiver ran through her. She's forgotten just how touchy Noah can get whenever he drinks, and after weeks of not seeing him, she's realizing just how much she's missed his hands against her.

"You're being such a baby."

"Fuck you." She jokes, pulling her head up to look at him. He's already staring at her, eyes glazed over and a dopey grin on his lips. 

"Didn't peg you as an exhibitionist, babe."

Naomi sputters at Noah's words and the grin on his lips only grows, and she shoves at his chest playfully. 

"You're terrible." She grumbles, but there's no heat behind her words, the edges of her lips tugging in a smile as her eyes roll. 

Noah laughs, loud and bright, and she lets that very smile on her lips grow. 

"But you looove me." Noah all but sings, pressing a very over dramatic kiss to her cheek. 

She laughs, half-heartedly shoving at his chest. "Hush."

He pulls back to stare at her, and she almost misses the playful glint in his gaze before his eyes drop to her lips. Her tummy flips and she found herself leaning in, wanting nothing more than to have Noah's lips against hers, but stops midway when she sees movement behind the boy. 

Nicholas slips into the spot next to Noah and Naomi can't help but stare, eyes roaming over his alcohol flushed face. Noah feels him right away, a smile stretching across his lips as he turns to look back at him. Her eyes gaze down to his hand coming to rest on Nicholas' thigh and he drops his head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.

"Hi Nicky." 

His tone was sweet and something about it made Naomi’s chest twist. She tries to not think about that right now, not with her hazy, alcohol induced mind, but she can't help but pull her bottom lip in between her teeth at the sight of Noah in between both her and Nicholas. Her mind goes back to Noah’s arm wrapped around Nicholas, against her own will, and remembers him leaning his head against the others as he sang into the microphone. She squirms in her seat.

She isn’t sure why it got her so riled up, but she quite literally couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way Nicholas’ eyes fluttered shut, fingers working along his bass as Noah pressed against him… she has to press her thighs together to try and relieve some of the heat building up inside of her.

With a shake of her head, she reaches forward to brush some of Noah's hair from his face and she doesn't miss the way Nicholas' tenses at Noah's affection, a strained smile forming on his lips.

"Hi Noah." 

"Where'd you wander off to?" Noah's words were slurred, and his eyes open now, lifting his head up to rest his chin on Nicholas' shoulder now. "I've been waiting for you to come take a shot with me, Mimi's being a wimp about it."

Naomi notices the shift in Nicholas' eyes and the way his throat bobs at the close proximity. Her hand drops from Noah's hair to his thigh, gently rubbing, and the boy reaches absentmindedly with his free hand to lace their fingers together.

"I am not." She argues and can't help but huff, eyes rolling. "He gave me tequila when he knows I fucking hate it."

"Oh, man." Nicholas laughs, eyes scrunching. "You know how she feels about tequila, dude. She can't handle it like us - she’s a baby.”

Her mouth drops open, offended.

“Hey!” But it goes ignored.

"Well, I was waiting for you! Then I couldn't find you so," Noah shrugs and lifts his head to look at her. "Mimi was my victim for the night."

"I'm here now." She notices the way Nicholas' shoulders relax, leaning into Noah. His smile isn't strained anymore. "Do you think you can handle another one?"

The mischievous grin Noah gives Nicholas is answer enough and before she realizes it, there's more shots on the table for them - tequila still, much to Naomi's dismay. Jolly joins them at some point, and so does Folio, but they both come and go as they work their way around the bar to talk to everyone. The three of them stay put in their booth, throwing back shots.

As the night goes on, her mind grows hazier and hazier with each shot she takes. She should've stopped, she knows this, especially when they stopped tasting like alcohol and more like water, but it was the only way to calm her nerves. Even in her drunk haze she was able to notice how handsy Noah was tonight.

Perhaps it was the tequila making him this way, and maybe it was because they hadn't seen each other in so long that he needed to touch her in any way that he could, but it was driving her crazy. His hand would inch higher every few minutes, fingers dipping into the exposed flesh of her thigh. Every time she'd feel his nails dig into her skin she'd squirm, pressing her thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building up. 

She moved her focus from the hand on her thigh, to try and regain some kind of normalcy in that brain of hers, and found Nicholas staring at her. Well, not exactly staring at her but... at Noah's hand on her thigh, inching upward every few seconds. His tongue darts out to swipe over his bottom lip and then his eyes flick up towards hers, widening for a second when he realized he had been caught. 

Her breath hitches and she just can't seem to look away, and neither could Nicholas, and it wasn't until another squeeze on her thigh from Noah pulled her away from those hypnotizing eyes.

"-huh?" She says dumbly, looking over at Noah. He had said something, but she didn't quite catch it, too preoccupied. Noah laughs. If he had noticed her staring at Nicholas, he didn't comment on it.

"Just said I don't think I've drank this much in... forever." He hums, head leaning on her shoulder. She relaxes and leans into him, head turning to brush her lips against the side of his head.

"Same." She groans, eyes fluttering shut. "Don't think I've ever drank so much tequila in my life. You two are evil."

She hears both Nicholas and Noah chuckle at that and she smiles, opening her eyes again to look between the two. It was nice to be there with them, reminding her of the days spent in their apartment with their cheap, shitty wine. Her stomach turns, chest squeezing at the memory, and she feels herself almost yearning for that. Back when things didn't have to make sense and she just loved being around them.

If only things could be so simple.

"Yeah, it's been a minute since I've drank this much." Nicholas says while scratching at his neck, a light flush covering his cheeks. "Think I need to slow down."

"Fuck. Same." Noah's quiet for a moment before he laughs, picking his head up to look at Nicholas. "Remember that one night? Like... two years ago?"

Nicholas raises a brow at him. "You're gonna have to be more specific there, man."

"Davis' birthday? We almost drank damn near everything by ourselves."

Naomi sees something shift in Nicholas' eyes, the redness on his cheeks becoming more and more apparent as time passes.

"Oh yeah." His voice is clipped, jaw twitching. "I remember."

Her eyes narrow between the two boys, not understanding the exchange. He seemed... she wasn't sure what he seemed like, but the only thing she could describe it as is tense. Just like he'd been for weeks. She doesn't remember the last time she'd seen Nicholas relaxed for more than an hour; doesn't even remember the last time she didn't notice the lingering sadness that floated around in his eyes. She frowns at him, and he shifts his gaze, looking back at Noah.

"That was fucking crazy." Noah slurs, then turns his head to look at Naomi. "Have I ever told you about that night?"

She shakes her head. "Nah. All I remember is that you guys were miserable the next day. Kind of glad I had to miss it for work."

"You should be glad. Davis almost killed us." Nicholas grumbled and Noah laughed beside her.

"I only remember bits from that night, if I'm being honest." He starts, and then turns his focus back on Nicholas. "Didn't I kiss you?"

"Pardon?" She feels like her eyes are about to jump right out of her fucking head, heart pounding against her chest. Noah looks at her again, head tilted. "Back track. You guys kissed?!"

"Almost." Nicholas' eyes are just as wide as hers and he's quick to answer, head shaking. "Almost kissed. I think I stopped him. Or… maybe Davis did? Actually, I think he ended up tripping and stopping himself.”

Noah's laughing again, all happy and calm as if he didn't just drop the biggest bomb in the history of ever. Naomi's heart slows down, only slightly though, because they didn't actually kiss. For some reason she finds herself being a tad bit disappointed by that. 

This is not helping her earlier thoughts one fucking bit.

"Oh yeah! I did trip, but I think Davis was going to stop us, anyways."

Naomi's eyes flick between them in silence as her mind goes into overdrive, every possible scenario running through it. Noah and Nicholas almost kissed. Touching and kissing and the sweet, sweet noises Noah would be making because she knows how much the boy loves kissing and... 

The tequila is working overtime tonight because her mouth moves before her mind can even catch up.

"Me and Nicky almost kissed once, too."

It was Noah's turn to look at her like she was crazy, brown eyes wide in surprise. Nicholas looks... terrified. All the color has drained from his face and part of her feels bad, like she should have asked him if it was okay to bring it up, but Noah had brought up their almost kiss. Why couldn't she? It's not like they actually did kiss, just like them.

Even if she wishes they had.

"When?!" Noah practically shrieks, and if it weren't for the music and other conversations going on in the bar, she's sure everyone else would've heard them. 

She shrugs. "Uh. When he tattooed me. The first time. Forever ago."

Noah's mouth parts and looks at her, and then at Nicholas, then back to her again.

"Wow..."

Her stomach swirls with nerves and she's sure he's just shocked and not

angry, especially when the way his grip has not loosened on her thigh one bit. She's more nervous about Nicholas, gazing up at him but he's already looking at her. She feels hot under his gaze, and there's something behind the look that she can't fucking read and it's driving her crazy.

"That's..." Noah starts again but stops, throat moving as he swallows, blinking between the both of them again. 

"It was forever ago. Before you guys were even a thing." Nicholas says quickly, placing a reassuring hand on Noah's thigh.

Noah just nods, dazed, and maybe it was the alcohol catching up making his reaction this way - whatever this way is - but the way he's looking at them... Naomi chews on her bottom lip, her hand finding Noah's that was still placed on her thigh. 

"Are you upset?" She questions, fear rising inside of her.

"No." He's quick with his response, turning his full attention to her. "I'm just... thinking."

"...About what?" 

"I..." Noah pauses, tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip, eyes shifting between both her and Nicholas. "I think you guys should kiss."

She freezes, the hand she had on Noah's thigh digging into the fabric of his jeans. Her eyes dart to Nicholas' and she's sure they have the same exact look on their faces - eyes blown wide, lips parted, staring at Noah like he had three fucking heads because... what the fuck? 

Naomi notices the way Nicholas shifts uncomfortably in his seat, lips pressed in a line as his eyes dart between her and Noah. She catches his gaze and holds it steadily, trying to ask him quietly what the hell do we do? without actually saying anything. His jaw twitches, and then he swallows, and tears his gaze from hers to look at Noah.

"Isn't that... weird?" He starts, voice rough. He clears his throat. "You're dating."

Noah doesn't say anything at first, his blown-out eyes staring at the two of them sitting either side of him. Naomi's eyes drop to Nicholas' hand that's still placed on Noah's thigh, and then to her own hand that's wrapped in between her boyfriend's. Her stomach swirls, heat builds up inside of her just at the very image of Noah pressed against the two of them, and she's reminded of their interaction on stage. She bites down on her bottom lip and squeezes Noah's hand, causing the boy to look at her.

"I wanna see it." Noah's words are slurred together, and she's reminded that the boy is very much drunk, as are her and Nicholas. 

"Noah, babe, I don't know-"

"Please." He cuts her off and his words are desperate, voice edging on a whine as he stares at her with wide eyes. "It's okay. I... I wanna see it."

Both her and Nicholas share a look across Noah, and she's sure they're both filled with uncertainty, but she can't help but want to do it so badly. Especially now that Noah is asking for it - practically begging. He wants them to kiss. He wants to see it. Why? She's not sure, but God does she want it. 

And with the way Nicholas is staring at her, it's safe to assume he wants it too.

"Okay." She says slowly, peeling her eyes away from Nicholas to look at her boyfriend. "As long as you're okay with it... and Nicky is, too."

Noah looks at Nicholas expectantly and she sees the older male swallow, eyes bouncing between the two of them before he nods slowly.

"Yeah." He clears his throat. "Yeah, I'm okay with it."

Great. Cool. Fantastic.

She swallows the lump in her throat, anxiety climbing its way through her as the two of them shift around to get into a much more comfortable position. Noah stays between them, watching with eager eyes, and Naomi doesn't dare take her hand away from his, his touch keeping her grounded.

What the fuck is happening? He has to realize how crazy this is, right? He's just drunk. He would never let this happen if he was sober, thinking more clearly. Though, her mind drifts to the saying of drunk words being your sober thoughts, and her body heats up just at the mere thought of Noah thinking about this before. 

She sucks in a shaky breath as Nicholas leans towards her, his forehead pressing against her own. Noah's hand squeezes hers, his thumb sliding against her skin reassuringly, but the nerves in her stomach won't quit. 

Her eyes flutter shut the second their lips meet, and she can't stop the gasp that seems to leave her. His lips were soft, not as soft as Noah's, but much softer than she ever expected. They both don't move at first, just sit there with their lips pressed together, until she feels Noah's hands squeeze hers again. She moves first, lips dragging across Nicholas' and she physically shakes at the noise he makes, a groan from deep inside his chest. He reaches up with a shaky hand to cup the side of her face and she wraps her free hand around his wrist, keeping it there as their lips move together.

Naomi swears her heart is about to burst out of her chest when she pulls away from Nicholas. Silence surrounds them as their eyes open and her breath catches in her throat, lips still buzzing from the kiss, and she so desperately wants to lean back in. She doesn't though, instead her tongue darts out to swipe across her bottom lip and her entire body heats up as Nicholas' eyes follows it, before dragging his eyes back up her face.

"My turn." Noah's voice pulled Naomi's gaze away from Nicholas, looking into her boyfriend's wide, brown eyes. He looked just about as dazed as she felt, his skin flushed pink from the alcohol and possibly something else. He purses his lips into a pout. "Please?"

She smiles easily, her hand that was resting against his thigh coming up to cup the side of his face. Noah melts into the touch instantly, turning his head to nose at the palm of her hand. "Of course, baby."

They fall into each other naturally, Naomi's lips finding home against Noah's. It felt right - like it always had. Even in her drunken state it still felt as if this was where she was supposed to be, and with Nicholas being so close, her heart nearly jumped its way out of her chest at just how perfect everything felt. Like he was always meant to be there, with them. 

Noah's kisses are desperate, a bit sloppy, something that tends to happen when he drinks, and Naomi's hand falls from his cheek to the back of his neck, fingers working through his hair. She tugs gently, a silent way of telling him to relax, breathe, and the whimper he lets out against her lips goes straight to her core.

Fuck.

They pull a part and Noah already looks wrecked, lips red, shiny, and swollen. His flushed face even darker now, eyes dilated like crazy. He looks like she could tell him to do anything, and he’d do it, simply only to please her. She smiles sweetly at him, gently scratching at his scalp and leaning back in to press a kiss to the side of his mouth.

"Was that good enough for you?" She teases in a gentle voice when she pulls back.

Noah nods but doesn't say a word, staring at her for a moment before he glances off to the side. Nicholas sits beside them quietly, patiently, but with the same blown-out, flustered gaze Noah has. She's sure she looks similar to them, a slight twinge of color to her cheeks, eyes wild. She swallows.

"Nicky," Noah hums from beside her, shifting his body towards Nicholas'. Her hand falls from his hair and back to his thigh. "Can I kiss you too?"

He says it so gently, with so much care, that Naomi's heart clenches beneath her chest. Noah looks back at her for a moment, eyes wide now with a bit of fear, silently asking permission and she nods. Of course, she does, because why would she ever deny him of this? She sees it now, sees what Analise had been trying to tell her just mere weeks ago. 

If these boys haven't noticed it yet, they will soon.

She looks at Nicholas now, seeing the hesitancy behind his eyes and she gives him a nod as well. She watches his throat bob as he swallows before his gaze lands on Noah's again, giving him a timid smile.

"Is that what you want?"

Noah nods, a little too enthusiastically that Naomi has to hold back a laugh. "Yes. I want it." 

Another glance is shared between Naomi and Nicholas and the older boy nods to himself, as if preparing for what's about to happen. 

"Okay."

At first no one moves, and Naomi watches the two boys expectantly as they stare at each other. Noah's gaze falls to Nicholas' lips and his tongue darts out to swipe over his own before a whine pulls itself from his chest and he's reaching out, fingers curling around Nicholas' shirt to bring him closer. Nicholas lets him do it, eyes shutting as their lips finally meet and Naomi freezes. She doesn't move, doesn't even fucking breathe, but watches both boys kiss in front of her.

Noah whines against Nicholas' lips, desperate and borderline pitiful, and Naomi's thighs press together. The noise travels straight to her core and her fingers dip into Noah's thigh, her grip tightening. She watches carefully as Nicholas brings a hand up to Noah's cheek, cupping his cheek like had done hers moments ago while the younger trying to deepen the kiss. Their lips slide together messily, hungry for more, and the only thing she can think of right now is how good they look together and how she desperately wants to be between them.

She has to push the thought of her lips sliding across Noah's, Nicholas behind her and his lips attached to her neck, so far to the back of her mind or else... she's not sure what she would do. But whatever it is she can't do it, especially here. In a very public place. Her heart rate picks up just at the thought of someone catching them and almost as if they could feel her distress, the two boys finally part.

Nicholas looks at her first, eyes darting between her and Noah. She swallows at the sight of his hand still placed against Noah's cheek, thumb brushing against his skin.

"Happy?"

Noah nods in his hold, dazed, and at a loss for words. Nicholas smiles, small, but soft, and it's the smile she knows that he's saved for only them, and the quick pace of her heart slows down for just a moment. This feels right. The thought doesn't scare her as much.

Noah finally looks at her, hooded eyes and a dazed smile settling on his lips, and she can't help but reach forward, pushing some hair out of his face and tucking it loosely behind his ear. He turns his head slightly, pressing another kiss against the base of his palm and her heart squeezes beneath her chest. She feels Nicholas' eyes on her, and she turns to look at him.

Two things happened at that moment. 

She notices the exact moment of realization flash through Nicholas' eyes when they finally meet hers, and she watches them widen. She's not sure what exactly he's realizing, because she thinks he's known about his own feelings for some time now, but perhaps... Perhaps he's realizing that he's not the only one in this. That he’s not alone.

She can only hope, though.

The soft realization is soon overtaken by another, eyes widening even more, and her skin runs cold. The softness is gone and now replaced by fear, and his face drains from any color. His hand drops from Noah's cheek and scoots away from him, trying to put some distance between the three of them. 

He's panicking. 

"Nicky..." She starts, sobering up quickly. 

"I'm okay." He sounds anything but and pushes himself up and out of the booth. "I'm okay. I just - I need air."

Noah stirs beside her, and he scoots closer to the edge of the booth, trying to reach out for Nicholas. "Where are you going?"

Nicholas looks down at him, and then her, and his expression is pained, like he's battling with himself internally. Naomi's heart drops.

"I'll be back, okay?" He rushes out, giving Noah a quick and very strained smile. "I just. Need air. It's hot. I'm drunk. Not a good mix."

And then he's gone, pushing his way through the crowd to get as far away from them as he could. Naomi feels like she could cry, the moment sobering her up too fucking much because the moment was finally catching up to her.

What the fuck did they do?

"Is he okay?" Noah's voice breaks her out of her thoughts, and she blinks away the tears she hadn't realized were building up, looking towards her boyfriend.

"Yeah." She says, but she feels like it’s a lie, and reaches forward to smooth some of his hair back. "Just needed some air. He'll be back."

That seems to be enough for Noah, his shoulders dropping in relief and a satisfied smile stretches across his lips. Naomi tries to smile back, but she knows it doesn't reach her eyes and she leans forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

"Let's get some water, yeah? I don't think we need any more shots."

He agrees easily, letting her drag him through the crowd to try and find some water, and they eventually bump into Jolly and Folio on the way. She tries to act normal, even when Jolly asks where Nicholas ran off to, but he seems to be satisfied when she tells him that he just went outside for a breather, he'll be back. No one questioned it again, even when they didn't see him for the rest of the night. 

[homoeroticbetrayal]

Iconic Homoerotic Betrayal: Round 2

Round 2 Directory

Context:

Akechi/Joker

Summarized by Anonymous Contributor

Ok so Akira(you the player) are the leader of a group of thieves (who are doing good for society) but there are more sinister things happening that also get attributed to your group.

Enter Akechi the famous charismatic detective who’s declared that he will catch you(you can probably already guess where this is going) When you first meet him it is already clear that something is very wrong under that obviously fake smile. Under your civilian identity you befriend him and slowly(or rather fast) he opens up to you showing more of his true self and what pains his heart. Even disclosing sensitive information that could bring him down. Of course this is all just lies he made up to get close to you right? Nope.

You see the betrayal coming from miles ahead. Not only does he betray you, he’s been the real culprit all along.

Despite knowing this loooong ahead you still take him on little gay dates to the aquarium, public bathhouse, pretending to shoot eachother, a café or try to impress him with your amazing darts skills. You may even willingly make wrong choices just for his approval (I did gdi Akechi I trusted you.) And when you come home he's already waiting for you.

After you survive him gleefully shooting you through the head(it makes sense in context) you meet again he admits that he wishes you’d have met earlier, confirming that your bond was genuine, that you could’ve been friends/partners(? It’s complicated) and he really meant it when he said you’re the only one he feels at ease with. But not without having a truly unhinged meltdown about it first, vehemently rejecting your offer to still be friends and turn over a new leaf. (so after he's attempted to kill you at least 2 times and is gearing up for making it 3)

Akechi betraying you is as much a betrayal of himself as it is one of you.

Bonus points:

other characters comment on you being the only one close to him

during one rank he confesses to you…. His hate?

as previously mentioned, your relationship ranks up after he shoots you in the head(you survive, it make sense in context)

he himself compares his betrayal of you to romance(yes after shooting you through the head). On live tv. In the same moment he reminds himself how he’s felt unwanted his entire life, like a reminder he killed the only person who ever made him wanted.

At the end you have the choice to stay in a perfect world where he is alive and never underwent any of the pain in his life turning him into a wholly different person, or let him die(again) as his true self. If you pick the former you can return the betrayal.

*vague description it’s complicated.

Read other summary here.

John Silver/James Flint (Black Sails)

Summarized by Anonymous Contributor

what if we were pirates and I was grieving over my lost love and pulled you into the orbit of my narrative and turned you into the same kind of monster as I am but instead of dedicating all your energy to destruction you found people to love and you sacrificed our shared dream of revolution for a chance at a quiet life and you had to kill me to do it but instead you said I will wait here for a day a month a year until we can walk out of this together. and also we were both boys.

The moment that best exemplifies WHY I believe silverflint should win this tournament isn't the moment of the betrayal itself, but something that happens an entire season before. It's the season 3 finale, and Flint and Silver are preparing for a battle. Silver says to Flint, "Your demons are a part of our reality. Such is the nature of the influence you wield. Some of those demons I've come to know, but the one in whose name this war is to be fought is still a stranger to me." He asks Flint to share the deepest and most painful parts of his backstory - and Flint does. He opens up to Silver about his (queer) lover, who was killed because of their relationship. He's never told anyone about this before, and everyone who knew is is dead. But he tells Silver.

Silver takes this in and comes to a realization. He tells Flint that he sees himself as the latest in a line of people who have become very close to Flint and died because of it. He places himself in the same category as both of Flint's dead lovers. But he says that, when it comes down to it, he's afraid he's going to destroy Flint rather than let himself be destroyed. Flint tells Silver that if he does try to kill him, he'll have his work cut out for him. The whole conversation takes place in flashbacks, intercut with the battle that takes place the next day. The end of the conversation is played in voiceover over the final shots of the season: after winning the battle, Flint stands on the bank of a river, staring across at Silver and Silver's lover; the two of them stand on the opposite bank staring back.

It is POETIC CINEMA on a level I don't even have words for. It's the moment of their greatest triumph together, the moment Flint finally opens up to someone a decade after what happened to him, the moment their partnership goes from utilitarian to inseparable. But the seeds of their dissolution are already present. Silver says as much, in the same breath as he declares himself to be the latest in the lineage of Flint's lovers. It's a truly unbelievable sequence.

[i-am-beckyu]

Just out of Reach, but Never out of Sight

AWWWWW YEAH! HERE SHE IS BOIS!!! THE LOOOONG AWAITED CHAPTER 3!!!! I have reread and changed this so many times but finally I’m happy with it and ready to move onto the next part!!! (there are so many bits I’ve written and cut and pasted into different parts for future chaps it’s not funny lol) As always, thank you to @a-xyz-s for beta reading and your feedback! (love you!/p)  And thanks to Brick and Squishy for help on some earlier chapter issues! Thanks besties ❤️ Anyways, ENJOY!

Chapter 3

chapter 1, chapter 2 cw: general fear, panic and anxiety, fear of death, child abuse/neglect, comfort and allllll the fluff!!!! word count: 3692

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

Phil smiled fondly from his place in the bedroom doorway, as he watched his eldest give Tommy the small cow plushie. 

How could one little boy be so endearing?��

He thought back to that afternoon when he’d first found the young boy. It had been a simple day at the office. Nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual paperwork and filing he couldn’t do at home. It should’ve been a simple walk home too, but when the sound of heavy breathing had caught his ear, he hadn’t expected to turn and see a kid with messy blonde hair running straight towards a street light. “Hey kid, slow down!” He had tried to warn, but the kid seemed too lost in thought and charged forward anyways. “Hey wait, stop!! You’re going to hit the-“ 

He didn’t even get to finish the sentence before a loud thunk echoed into the air, as the kid crashed into the pole, causing them to backpedal from the impact, and down to the ground. He rushed forward crouching down to be eye level with the kid and quickly began to look them over.

“Are you alright mate?”

The kid's head snapped up, blue eyes meeting his own, widening at the acknowledgment of his presence. 

 “Ah, mate? You with me?”

As if a switch was flicked, the kid frantically scrambled back with a loud scream, a look of pure terror painted across their face. 

Phil’s heart ached at the sight.

 “Hey, hey it’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.” He said, hands up placatingly so the kid could see he meant no harm. 

The kid curled in on themselves as their breathing began to grow irregular and shallow.

“Shhhh shhh it’s okay! I need you to take deep, slow breaths for me. Can you do that?” Phil asked, coming closer. 

 The kid took a few sharp breaths in, presumably trying to do as he had asked.

“In for 3, out for 3.” he instructed, as he began to rub the kids back up and down to help time their breathing.

The kid flinched at the initial contact, but didn’t shy away.

“There you go. You’re doing so well mate.”

 Slowly, the kids' breathing began to even out and as they focused on regulating their breathing.

“My name’s Philza, but you can call me Phil. What’s your name?”

 The kid tensed slightly at the question, but immediately melted back into Phil’s touch as he continued to rub their back. How adorable.

“T-Tommy.” The kid –Tommy said shakily.

It took a few minutes to fully calm Tommy down, but eventually he settled enough to find out why he had been so focused on running. That had been a mission in itself to get them to open up about it, but he had managed to find out that Tommy was lost and was concerned about losing something important. 

 What that thing was, Tommy wouldn’t say and had started to hyperventilate at the mention. He had quickly reassured him that he was okay and that he just wanted to help, inviting him to come back to his place where he could better do so. 

 It was slightly worrying how quickly the kid had agreed to coming home with him though... 

 Tommy even almost seemed eager to go when Phil mentioned that he lived only a street over from where they were. From terrified to willingly to follow a stranger was uh, interesting to say the least. 

 And the way they acted coming home; staring at objects with so much wonder and intrigue while adorable was concerning.

 Who knew where this kid had come from to act like that? 

 He would have to worry about contacting Tommy’s guardians if he had any later. Kid had been through enough and needed the rest. He smiled as Wilbur closed the door quietly to the Guest room, noticing the fondness in his gaze as he turned and made his way back to his own room. In the morning, he’d introduce Technoblade to Tommy and hopefully get him to open up some more. Then they’d be able to get a better run down on the kid and what the best course of action would be.

At least that’s what he thought they’d do…

        (๑•́o•̀๑)

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 Tommy felt different when he woke up. 

 The last thing he remembered was falling asleep on something really soft, holding something really fluffy.

 Huh, Strange. 

 He doesn’t remember his bed being this nice.

 Slowly, he peaked an eye open to find himself in what appeared to be a plush cave. 

 Well this was the weirdest dream he’d ever had.

 Figuring it was a dream (because what else would this be), Tommy began to search for an exit. Might as well explore whatever dreamworld he was in while it lasted. 

 It took a bit, but eventually he spotted a sliver of light creeping in from a crevice above and made his way across the weird, uneven surface. It was far too soft to try and walk across properly, as his feets just kept sinking down with his weight. Not to say he didn’t like it, it was just strange to be on so much uneven ground.

 Geez dreams are weird. 

When Tommy reached the crevice, he began to climb up finding the side wall was actually some kind of nice fabric. Pity he couldn’t have fabric like this in reality. A bed made from this would be heaven! 

 But upon breaching the surface, it was only then that he realised where he was.

 He glanced around at the ‘not cave’, realisation hitting him with the sight of the light green bedding from the guest room bed. But what really grabbed his attention was the cow plushie resting in the middle of the messed up pile of sheets. All the memories of the day prior came rushing back full force.

Oh.

So that part hadn’t been a dream. He really had talked to the Human Beans. 

But then that would mean…..

Tommy patted himself over, up and down, even pinching himself to check that he was in fact awake. 

 He was back to his normal size. 

3 whole glorious inches of pure normal TommyInnit.

But how? 

 He was sure that he was going to be stuck Bean size forever, but here he was. 

 Tommy’s head spun with a million questions. 

 What if growing in size was a dream and I’m just waking up? But I have the cow plush which means I was given it. But maybe I did succeed in getting it, and I just left it in the guest room? But the bed sheets are messed up so clearly someone has slept in here so why would I be here now?

 Trying to shake the growing list of questions in his head, Tommy tried to focus on the things at hand. He would worry about what had happened later. Right now he needed to get back home.

 He made his way to the side of the bed closest to the wall, and stared down. 

 Hidden in the corner behind the bed leg, was a tunnel entrance. The tunnel itself led to his home, just tucked within the corner wall of Wilbur’s bedroom right next door. It would be difficult without his equipment, but he could get down in mostly one piece. 

 Maybe… Steeling himself, he turned around and began to slowly descend down the side of the bed, before momentarily stopping and climbing back up. 

 Well he couldn’t just leave the cow plush behind! Not after all the trouble it had caused from his maybe real-not real dream. 

 It really needs a name. Henry sounds nice. 

 After ‘gently’ dropping Henry down to the floor, Tommy was about to resume his descent down before suddenly the sound of someone approaching made their way to the guest room door. 

 Tommy knew those pretentious footsteps anywhere.

‘Knock’

‘Knock’

‘Knock'

“Tommy, are you up? Dad’s made breakfast.” The muffled voice of Wilbur drifted through the closed doorway.

Well that answered it then. 

 Definitely NOT a dream.

“Tommy? Are you awake?”

Tommys’ heart pounded against his chest. 

Oh Prime. They knew he existed. They actually knew!!!

“Tommy?” Wilbur knocked again, concern lacing their voice.

They can’t know. You’re dead if they know.

“Tommy? You okay in there?”

Get back to the walls.

“Tommy?”

Run Tommy. He’s going to enter and then he’ll see what you are. 

“Tommy, I’m going to come in on the count of 3 okay?”

Please…

“1”

Don’t,

“2’

Come,

  “3”

 Tommy dropped to the floor behind the bed leg just as the door opened, his heart pounding in his chest as he gripped his shirt to try and ground himself.

 “Tommy? Tommy where- Tommy are you in here?” 

 With bated breath, Tommy slowly peaked his head out to get a better look at his situation. Of course all he could see was Wilbur's stupid fancy shoes (seriously? It’s like 9am and he’s wearing those pretentious shoes at home?) but more importantly, he could hear the panic rising in Wilbur’s voice at his sudden disappearance.

 “Dad- Dad, the kid’s gone!” 

 Tommy watched as Wilbur frantically ran out of the room to find Phil. 

Oh Prime he’d made him worried. He’d F***** made Wilbur worried about him…

No. No this was for the best. 

 He needed to leave while he still could. Especially now that he’s small again. Him staying would be nothing but more trouble for the Crafts. 

 “What do you mean he’s gone?” Phil’s voice trailed to Tommy from the kitchen. 

 “He can’t have just disappeared.”

Oh f***. Now he’d made Phil worried too.

“Wilbur, did you check all the rooms? He couldn’t have just left?”

The panicked footsteps of Wilbur returned and Tommy watched with guilt rising from his gut as Phil’s green slippers walked past with Wilbur's shoes by the guest room door.

 “But what if he left during the night Dad? It’s not like he can’t unlock the window with the keys still in the lock?”

 “I doubt we would have slept through that mate. If not us, definitely not Techno.” The concern in Phil’s voice seemed to increase with every word.

 He- he was, making them more worried. 

 Like really REALLY worried about him. 

 But, they just met? They shouldn’t care like that? 

 Not for him anyways… right? 

 He’s just some dirty street kid in their eyes, which isn’t entirely wrong but surely Beans don’t just care for people like that? Well maybe they would for other Beans but for Tommy? He’s not even the right size for that to be even slightly true right now. 

 If they found him in his weak, small helpless Borrower form, he’d be done for!

And if things couldn’t get worse for the Borrower, that's when Tommy felt it. His entire body began to tingle with an unfamiliar sensation and suddenly, he felt himself growing. 

“S***, S***, S***!” 

 Tommy was sprinting to get out from under the bed as he felt himself growing in the cramped up space. He’d barely stumbled forward before hitting his head with a thump beneath the bed's wooden frame. 

 “What was that?” 

 Tommy’s blood froze as the set of footsteps thundered down the hallway towards him. He scrambled back as far as he could, cupping his hands over his mouth to muffle any unwanted noises escaping himself as the green slippers reappeared in his vision; exasperated breathing filling the eerie silence. 

 He remained completely still, as Phil presumably scanned the room before the elder let out a sigh and moved towards the door. 

 Tommy let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, as he watched the retreating shoes leave. 

 That had been close. 

 Too close…

 ‘It’s okay, Phil didn’t find you. I’ll just stay here and wait till they all leave and work out how to shrink again and then-’

“Hi mate.”

Tommy shrieked in surprise, hitting his head on the bed frame in the process. 

 Phil was down on the floor looking straight at him with concerned bright blue eyes, a hand up in surrender and an amused smile. 

How had he not noticed him get down on the floor?! 

 He’d just watched him leave for Primes sake!

 “Woah woah, it's alright Tommy just breathe.” 

 Tommy scrambled back as far as he could. Even though it was cramped, he was still small enough Bean size to put a little distance between them. 

 “Stay away from me.” He growled, trying to mask his fear in attempts to make the blonde leave. 

 Even though he had meant to leave, in the Beans' eyes, it had appeared like he’d tried to run away. If he came out now, he’d probably be punished for trying to pull such a stunt. He didn’t want that…

Not from Phil.

“Tommy shh, shh. It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.” Phil tried to soothe, crawling ever so slightly closer.

 “Stay back.” Tommy spat, pushing further against the wall. 

He could feel where Henry was squashed against him and his enlarged limbs with the wall. He felt bad for the little plushie, but that was far from his concerns right now.

  “Why didn’t you respond when we were calling for you? We were so worried you’d left.”

Worried, he’d left? Really?

“Normally when you help someone out, they respond when someone knocks to let them know breakfast is ready. Not have the host worry about their guests' whereabouts and find them hiding beneath the bed.”

 Tommy kept pushing himself further into the corner and his wall entrance. 

 He knew it. 

 He’d f***** up. 

 Phil shouldn’t have even found him! He didn’t mean to grow again, he just wanted to get back in the walls. But then they’d have been worried anyway and now Phil was pissed at him for not responding and being under the bed and now-

“Tommy- Tommy breathe. It’s alright. You’re not in trouble.”

 The confused look on Tommy’s face must have said it all, because Phil explained.

 “Tommy, it's okay. You’re not in trouble for doing any of that. I was just worried, okay? Wil and I both were. We thought something might have happened to you and we wanted to check you were okay.”

 Tommy took a shaky breath in and stared at Phil. There was a chance he was lying, but it was hard to believe from the gentle smile the older man was pointing his way.

“Would you mind if I join you?” Phil asked timidly. “I can stay here if you prefer, I’d just like to talk.”

 “Dad! Dad! Dad! He’s not anywhere in the house he’s- uh… why are you on the floor?” 

Wilbur. Right. 

 He’d managed to worry him too hadn’t he? 

“Wilbur, could I get you to wait outside for me? Kinda in the middle of something here.” The man said, turning his head awkwardly to presumably look at his son. 

 “Is he - under the bed?” 

 Tommy could only imagine Wilbur was pointing down at him from where he stood with a stupid look of confusion on his face. He rolled his eyes at the thought.

 “Yeah he’s fine. Just, can you give us a minute?”

 Without another word, Tommy watched as the obnoxious brown shoes retreated from the guest room, the door slowly closing after with a soft click. 

“So about joining you under the bed?” 

Tommy drew his attention back to Phil. 

 Phil really didn’t seem like he was going to grab him and pull him out and punish him or hurt him if he came under. Not that it mattered even if he didn’t. 

He wouldn’t be escaping any time soon as it was in his current state…

  With a timid nod, Phil’s smile brightened ever so slightly and he crawled his way under the bed. There certainly wasn’t enough space for the grown man to do so, but regardless he stuffed himself under, joining the boy in the cramped space.

“You know, Wilbur and Techno used to play hide and seek in here all the time.” Phil said as he tried to get situated.

 “This used to be one of their favourite hiding spaces until they got too big to hide under here. I’m surprised I actually made it under here at all.” he said with a chuckle.

 Tommy bit his lip. 

 The sight of Phil was rather funny. If anyone were to look at the scene from beyond the bed, it would be a rather silly sight to see the grown man attempting to fit, but Tommy couldn’t help but linger on the thought of the twins playing hide and seek. 

 He’d never been allowed to join in such games with the other Borrower children. Or when they had let him, he’d always hide, but never be found. It got to a point where he wouldn’t even try to hide to just have someone find him.

 It became pretty clear they had no intentions to do so.

“You alright?” Phil said, breaking his thoughts. “Something you want to talk about?”

 “Uh no no I’m fine. Just thinking about something unimportant.” 

Me, he thought bitterly.

“Okay well I was coming to invite you to breakfast but if you’d prefer to stay here we can. I’d just like to get a better idea of helping you get home and find that thing you were after is all.” 

 Phil watched how Tommy’s face perked up at the mention of food but deflated when it came to home or talking about what he was after. Maybe he’d run away from home, trying to get away from a bad situation? But then again he was after something, so that could mean anything. 

At least food seemed like an in with Tommy.

“How about we start with where your parents are, yeah? I’m sure they’re worried about you.” 

 “Ain’t got any.” Tommy stated flatly. 

 “They abandoned me when I was a baby.”

 “Oh.” 

Phil didn’t miss how blank Tommy’s face was at the statement.

“Are you staying with anyone else at the moment?” 

Surely someone had been looking after this child? 

“I had some people looking after me for a while, but they kicked me out when I was 13. Been looking after myself ever since.” Tommy finished with a shrug, as if the information shouldn’t be surprising. 

 But judging by the horrified look on Phil’s face, that clearly hadn’t been the answer he’d been after so he was quick to add,

 “I don’t need anyone! I’m a Big man and waaay more capable than you can imagine Big Man. Been looking after myself for the past 3 years, easy peasy.”

“You’re 16?” 

 Tommy shifted nervously under Phil's disbelieving gaze.

3 years. 

For 3 years this child had been on his own. Tommy didn’t look anywhere close to 16 years old. He knew he was skinny and malnourished based on appearance alone, but for 16 he was way worse than what he first thought. Maybe he was lying about his age? He looked like he could be 13, maybe 14 at most now, but clearly he had not been doing okay if he could see his ribs poking through his shirt. Perhaps not eating stunted his growth?

“Do you- have you had somewhere to stay?” Phil asked hesitantly. He didn’t want Tommy to run off if the reason he was on his own was because of past potential abuse.

 “I do. I’ve switched houses a few times and I’m currently in this nice place at the moment.”

 Tommy paused, looking away almost shamefully before continuing.

 “Though I’m not sure y- um my, uh- neighbours will want me around when I go back. They probably think I’m a pest like you do right now; wasting your time under the bed.”

 “Oh no no Tommy! I don’t think that at all!” Phil was quick to reassure. 

 “You’re not a pest! Who the f*** ever told you you were?”

 Tommy looks away in shame.

 “Tommy look, you just got spooked waking up in an unfamiliar setting right? We didn’t mean to frighten you. We just got concerned when you didn’t respond. I don’t mind being under the bed if you feel safer here.”

 Phil watched as Tommy took what he said in, the gears turning in the blonde boy's head. Phil had to suspect that something had to have happened to him more than just getting kicked out of home if his first instinct was to hide.

 “You’re not mad that I hid?” Tommy asked timidly.

 “No, not at all. We just want to help you get back home and find that thing you were trying to find yesterday.”

 Tommy relaxed a little at this but not completely. There was still some uncertainty in his gaze but Phil didn’t want to overstep.

Baby steps Phil. Baby steps.

“I’m sure whatever it is we can help you find it. Maybe if we call your neighbours they could come-”

“NO.” the boy snapped, eyes wide, but just as quickly reeled back as he realised his outburst, instead reiterating himself.

“Uh I mean, no. No, there's no point calling them. I don't have their uh- names to call.”

Phill blinked at him.

“...sure mate, it’s fine.”

“Besides,” Tommy continued.

 “I know my way back to them once I get to um the- the park.” 

“Oh that’s not far from here. We can take you back there after breakfast if you like?” Phil offered with a small smile and something sad behind his gaze. Not that Tommy noticed as he mentally slapped himself. 

“Oh um, thank you.” 

Did Tommy feel bad about lying through his teeth? 

 Yes. Yes he did. 

 But he couldn’t exactly tell Phil that he lived in his walls and that he, Wilbur and Techno were his neighbours. But lying and saying he can get home once he’s taken to the park? 

TOMMY YOU FLIPPEN DUMBA** DON’T SAY THAT!! 

Now he’s going to be taken to the park, AWAY from his actual home! That’s exactly what he doesn't want to happen!!!

“Well how do you feel about some breakfast then? I made waffles.” 

 “That would be nice, thanks.”

How does he keep getting into these situations?

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[thesunshineriptide]

Hi uh I was just wondering, I saw your requests were open and that you’ve written stuff with the ignihyde boys. Can you maybe write them with a gn or male reader who’s an amputee? If not that’s ok :3 I love the stuff I’ve read so thanks in advance if you do write this :3

Hey! I’m super pumped to do this request because first of all, I love the Ignihyde duo and second of all disability and disability aids are absolutely fascinating so I did a lil research becausnejdhgjdjfskhfdjsk cool. Took me a while to figure out what to do though. Also I decided to make the amputation specific to the left arm and left leg for consistencies sake. Also sorry for the delay!!

Ignihyde with an amputee reader

Characters: Idia, Ortho, reader

CW// disability, discussions of prosthetics, amputation, and psychological fallout (implied)

- It would probably take a while before you and Idia become friends. You and Ortho, though? Right off the bat.

- Ortho will happily chatter to you about anything and everything, and often hovers nearby. If he spies you having a hard day with walking, he’ll grab a wheelchair and push you around for a bit while talking about the latest update to Minecraft

- Idia takes a little while longer to warm up (due to being Idia) but soon you’re trapped in Ignihyde playing games with him on the wii

- It’s a loooong while before disability comes up in conversation with him because he is the master of Not Bringing That Subject Up

- He understands the discomfort of being stared at for looking different and doesn’t want to make you feel that, especially since you’re friends

- He does bring it up though - it seems like your current prosthetic leg is beginning to fall apart and, yknow, he has a lot of experience building body parts.

- He ends up spending a lot of time figuring out a lightweight but balanced Material that would work ideally for a prosthetic. This leads from one thing to another and then you’re invited to Ignihyde to try some stuff out

- He hadn’t really concentrated on prosthetics before, surprisingly, since his main goal was making Ortho, but now he’s focusing on how to streamline complex movements, particularly using Electromyography [source] and complex AI that can help predict and measure movements via sensitive receptors under synthetic skin, specifically for disabled/amputee individuals

- This leads to him enlisting your help, since you sparked the interest, and he want to help you out. So: new free prosthetic limbs specifically tailored to you (although with Idia’s creative flair) purely because your friends are literal geniuses

- Other than that, Idia and Ortho are good company. They’re happy to take a slower, more chill pace. Idia enjoys hanging out, playing games of any kind. He’s also content to sit and watch b movies with you while eating popcorn or candy

- Ortho enjoys hanging out and doodling. He doesn’t often get into arts - lots of wet things he probably shouldn’t play with, or messes, etc - but he does enjoy drawing and is happy to sit with you and do so.

Idia sits beside you, shoveling sour candy into his mouth by the fistful as he watches fnaf security breach play throughs next to you, mumbling about inaccuracies of robotic engineering in the character design and how buggy the stupid game is.

“Idia?”

“Hmm?” He finally turns his attention to you, blinking, “What’s up?”

You shift a little closer to him, resting on his shoulder. He tenses for a second, then settles back down. “bad day.”

He adjusts and quietly quits his game (there’s not a pause button, unfortunately) before turning more attention to you.

“Have some NPCs been bothering you? Or is it the debuff?”

“Debuff.” You said quietly, closing your eyes, “Psychological damage, down ten hp per second.”

“That’s not good.” Idia said, awkwardly patting your head, “Any boosts I can give you, or do you just need to wait out the effects?”

You hum slightly, “Wait it out. Can’t really help anything in my head, yknow?”

Ortho chirped slightly from the doorway, floating into the room. He then landed in front of you and crouched down, “Y/n? Would you like to play something?”

“Not right now, Ortho.” You said tiredly, “I’m kinda…sick at the moment.”

Ortho blinked before his yellow eyes emitted a soft light.

“Scanning for abnormalities in biological settings…” He stood up, staring down, “Scan complete. Neurological functionings indicate an uptick in adrenaline, cortisol, and norepinephrine, and a lack of dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin. It appears you are going through psychological distress, or potentially depression.”

You nod slightly and Idia frowns from beside you, but says nothing.

“I’m not doing great right now, no. I just need a minute to chill. I’ll be alright.”

The brothers exchange a look before Ortho sits down beside you and Idia quietly turns on Animal Crossing: New Horizons to play. They both know it’s best to let you have a moment to collect yourself, that if you want to share it you will, and if not, then company is appreciated. Idia’s left side is trapped by you leaning on it, so he only plays with on hand (slowly) while Ortho, on your other side, quietly begins researching cool bugs.

It’s pleasant, actually. To not be coddled or pitied, and instead simply allowed space near people you care about. Idia doesn’t push - lord knows there’s things he’d rather not talk about - and Ortho simply adores you, so he’s content to sit beside you quietly.

After a while you sit back up, blinking sleepily. With a yawn and a stretch, Idia’s attention turns back to you.

“Tired?”

You nod slightly, humming under your breath.

“Yeah, I get that. Do you wanna lay in bed, or do you wanna go back to your place?”

“I can walk you back if that would help, Y/N L/N!” Ortho says, “But you’re invited to stay over as well.”

“Can I…stay?” You look between the two.

Idia grins, faux mischief, “Muah hah haha ha! You’ve fallen into my sinister trap - the bed! Now you will never escape the underworld! Ha ha ha ha ha!”

You laugh a little as Ortho helps you over to the bed. “Oh no, whatever will I do? You’re too OP for me!”

Idia grins stupidly and turns off some of the major lights, as well as turning down the brightness of his monitor.

You hum slightly and settle into Idia’s bed, asking, “Are you sure this is alright?”

“I rarely use it except to dramatically mope in, so you’re good.”

Idia smiles at you and gives you a nervous thumbs up before turning back to his silent gaming, allowing you to fall asleep to the sound of animal crossing background music playing faintly across the room and the hum of Ortho’s resting station.

[seenthisepisode]

hi! I saw your post about the why episode title change why 11 scenes cut why lamp etc etc and I know some of it but not all, and I was hoping you could elaborate on spngate— if it’s not too much trouble— or point me in a direction where I can join you in the spn gate?

I feel ashamed for HOW LONG i let this ask just rot in my askbox (it's from january, apparently, now it's april. i thought maybe two weeks passed but NO. it was months. ANON I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY. I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART) but now with the power of this url and the wine i am currently sipping, let me give you the best, most thought-out answer that i possibly can.

I don't know how long you've been following/watching spn, so I won't get into real deep iceberg theories that go back to season 8 and jeremy carver, for the purpose of this essay answer I'll just stick to the year anno domini 2020, and will try to do my best to tell you what happened.

Okay, maybe 2019. So, in june 2019, when the first scripts and drafts for s15 are presented, these things happen: 1. apparently, according to Berens, the confession scene is the first thing that was written for season 15. 2. Jensen Ackles is sat down and asked if he would be okay with this. (question is asked: why would they ask jensen if all he does in this scene is look at cas, he doesn't say anything, he does not confess, it changes nothing about his character, etc.; if you put the real tjlc tinfoil hat on you'd ask hey , maybe they asked him if precisely that is okay, if he is okay with the fact dean is practically silenced here but that's Deep) 3. Jensen apparently is okay with that, because it happens.

also this thing happens around the same time: 1. they write the ending for the brothers, and no matter what version of the finale we're talking about, Dean dies 2. Jensen Ackles is Not Okay with this. he calls Kripke who then, in a call and/or email assures him it's a good ending (Jensen says that) and also very quickly after that Jensen is announced to play Soldier Boy in Kripke's The Boys. make of that what you want

They film, blah blah, march 2020, covid happens, they stop production right after they film the confession. Last episode to air is 15x13, last episode they film is 15x18, they almost have a plane crush when flying to vegas con, and then, a loooong break until august 2020. Now, from what we know, there were two versions of the finale - the pre-covid finale they were supposed to film if the filming schedule wasn't interrupted, and the finale that happened.

What was supposed to be in the Original Finale/Pre-Covid Finale, we still don't know exactly, but from what the cast said, there was supposed to be a big cast reunion, Harvelle's Roadhouse in Heaven, Kansas Band (why are they dead?) playing there after Dean gets there and so on.

Anyway. July 2020. Misha does a livestream with Michael Sheen (the SuperGood campaign) where he says he is going back to filming the last two episodes in a few weeks. he said it LIVE. it's on youtube. people analyze the background from Misha's livestreams and photos and conclude he is in Vacouver, where spn is filmed. He also says that he is going back filming in a few interviews. Also here.

August 2020. They go back to filming in august 2020 to film 15x19 and 15x20.

August 20th, 2020, Misha's birthday.

I wasn't on set TODAY. so casual. of all days i wasn't there today.

August 24th, 2020, day 6/8 of filming 15x19, Angel with a Shotgun is hash tag Song of The Day while filming scenes of 15x19 (scene 28, 31).

September 4th, 2020. ALL THEY FILM, for the whole DAY, is one scene. They usually film a few. They film one. Song of the day? The Night We Met.

Somewhere before the episodes starts to air again, Dabb says only 30% of the audience will like the finale. Anyway, everyone concludes, Misha is filming, destiel is more or less going canon, but everyone including bibros is sure Misha is filming and will be there for the finale.

Originally, "Despair" was called "The Truth".

Finale airs.

It feels shorter (apparently it's not) but it does have an additional ad break. For Walker. But it feels shorter because of the "carry on my wayward son" cover montage that lasts too long and later it's discovered thanks to scripts that dropped that there are ELEVEN scenes that were filmed,, but didn't make it to the episode. The script that drops is also very telling, where scenes are just [OMMITTED]. It was explained that they wanted to have actor there but they didn't want actors to quarantine for two weeks to film one or two scenes BUT then that's exactly what they did with Jim Beaver lmao.

So yeah. I also remember Misha at a con (DarkLight?) where, after asked about the original ending, he answers that the original ending was something that would be better explored in fanfiction anyway. Theory rises he filmed and was cut off the episode without his or Jensen's knowledge because Misha sat down his kids to watch the spn finale (which was the first episode they were supposed to watch ever, why would he do that if he's not there?) and then, CW SPN twitter posts a goodbye video that has everyone from the cast and their mother BUT MISHA AND JENSEN ARE NOT THERE. Jensens sexy silence starts.

THEN THE WILDEST THING HAPPENS.

November 25th, the Spanish Dub. 15x18 drops in Brazil and Dean says "and i you" to Cas, after he confesses. No "don't do this cas" but "and i you". Tumblr stops working for two hours, people on discords are screaming, no one knows whats happening, someone claims Jensen was called in September 2020 to record some adlibs? To record the muffled sobs Dean does while on the floor. Theory is supported by the fact that in the Bazil version? When Dean sits on the floor? The sound that plays are birds. Chirping birds. Sounds don't match, what was Dean saying while crying on the floor, question arises.

Everyone decides there was a Rogue Translator who managed to hide from The CW Sniper (who is the reason actors just dont tell us everything) and translated some kind of Original Script. Voice Actors are invited to a podcast where they debunk this saying that it was added because the translator felt this was the right response or something like that. Anyway they debunk the fact that there existed, at any time, a version of a script, that maybe was send to them, where Dean says I love you too. This was a wild night, no one slept.

And like. I could make this post longer, but I am planning to, one day, make a huge masterpost with real sources about that because honestly you could write a book about it.

But tl;dr spngate is a theory that misha did film for the last 2 episodes and the changes they made were truly last minute (september 2020), they were going for a canon destiel, possibly human!cas engame, dabb was always on our side, and it's based on stuff like jensen actively hating the ending to the point he made his prequel after 2 years of radio silence, 11 scenes just cut from the finale, misha saying he is going back filming, and people like mark pellegrino saying the last scene he filmed was with alex and misha. also the onion field. why lamp is the theory that cas is represented and symbolized by lamps throughout the show and when dean dances with a Lamp in a drug induced dream instead of, say, some kind of a lady he is actually thinking about cas.

also there are little things like when jensen at an online con before the finale says that oh yes i am wearing a grey flannel but tomorrow? who know it could be blue and green. and we all collectively lost our shit. like when he said he is most excited to "tackle" with cas in season 15. or that "dean has no taste, clearly". WHY WAS YOUR PERMISSION NEEDED JENSEN

there are a lot of things i didn't mention here because i simply can't unflod this whole thing just like that but

but if you understand this picture you might be entitled to financial compensation

[davidthephoneguy]

Could you give me a recap on the David lore because I forgor :’(

Oh boy that’s a loooong question (also rather comical and foreshadowing) /pos

Ok I’ll give ya all the David lore I have. I’ll go in timeline and say where the main two aus diverge as both aus have the same start.

David Evans was born in Australia (10th of October, 1956) after their parents had moved from Wales 11 years previously. Growing up he was the only ‘girl’ out of the kids and his parents were unfortunately rather misogynistic and so treated him poorly. His mother was mother the verbal abuse kind while his father was physically agressive. His three brothers (well one ended up transitioning later but i’ll keep it simple) who were about 9-8 years older than him were mostly good siblings (excluding his oldest brother who mostly mimicked their dad and was a general asshole).

(Somewhere in the childhood part David sees the Beatles perform on their famous Ed Sullivan show appearance and he became obsessed with them. This obsession continues on for the rest of his life)

He started transitioning in his late teens and his parents were wholeheartedly supportive of it as they just really didn’t want to have a daughter. David’s sister unfortunately didn’t get the same love when she transitioned and was shunned by their parents and older brother (also the youngest brother ended up dying at the age of 12 from drowning I think).

Anyways so David gets an extreme interest in mechanics and engineering and purses a course in it.

Now this is where timelines diverge and I’m gonna use colour coded text to tell ya which au the info is from. Red = Canon AU, Purple = Non-Canon AU

David fails the course and gets a job as a janitor at the local Freddy Fazbenders. While he works there he falls in love with a dayshift worker named Toby, they start dating until everyone’s favourite Tangerine and Aubergine show up at the location. They start causing chaos and eventually rig the suit to go off and due to neither of them showing up David is forced to wear the suit by their boss. He dies and is sent to the factory to become a phone guy (at the age of 29). (While at the factory an employee there glues roller skates to David’s feet so they’re permanently stuck there.)

He starts working back at Freddy’s, seeing Toby but not knowing who he is, Toby doesn’t realise at first either. But as soon as he does he ends up being fired.

David works at the location for a few years before being sent back to the factory to wait until he’s needed.

This results in him working for Mr J (the same Tangerine from earlier(the best way to describe Mr J is that he’s more like the business Jack in dsaf 3, more caring for money then people.) and he is just the worst boss. The only good thing he does is giving David his alive name back to him but doesn’t actually let him use it in public. He abuses David verbally and physically, poor dude is just covered in bruises, tiny cuts and burn marks from Mr J’s taser as well as his skeleton just having so many fractures and improperly healed breaks. (Funfact cause this whole thing takes place in Australia, healthcare is free so Mr J could let David go to hospital for 0 charge but he doesn’t.) Mr J just continues to make him work like that.

Due to the phoney process David’s body can no longer age, permanently frozen at the age he died. He’s mostly immortal because of that.

During the time when his partner Toby was firstly fired a child randomly spawned in the house he and David had been living in and so Toby just started raisin them as his kid (Jay).

Long story short of that part after David leaves freddys (due to a complicated cross-over event) he goes to find Toby only to find Jay living there as a fully grown adult with his own (adopted kid) and to learn that Toby had died a while ago in a car crash.

David starts living with his family and starts to notice that immortality thing as he watches his son and granddaughter growing older but he doesn’t seem to change. It finally clicks in his head when his son dies (natural causes) and he stays as close to his granddaughter and her kids as he can, not wanting to loose them.

He slowly starts to disassociate and becomes a but reclusive, the only thing he still has is a dog named Parasite (complicated au cross-over event that carried over to the canon. Basically Parasite used to be a clone of mr j but he got turned into a small lil mutant doggo and mellowed out, becoming David’s therapy dog)

David does get to meet all his descendants though and he tries to be as loving and caring to them as his was to his son and granddaughter.

Ok finally time for the other one!

So this time around David passes the course and gets a job at Freddys as a technician. While he works there he falls in love with a man named Toby (same one as before).

David ends up starting to work for Afton Robotics and works his way up in the company.

One day a child spawns inside their home (Jay, yes he just spawns because its just funnier), David notices how Jay looks identical to how he looked as a kid so they both decide to keep and raise them.

A few years later Toby passes away in a car accident leaving David alone to raise Jay while still workin at Afton Robotics. He does his best and tries to make things work around raising Jay and still making sure the company doesn’t fall behind on things (as by this point the original owner and operator of Afton Robotics had been revealed to be a fraud and was sent to prison, David being basically in second command basically became the new owner and operator). Two years after Toby’s death David starts dating again and falls in love with a dude named Joia. They date for about 3 years before getting married. (David is 40 when he marries Joia)

Blah blah wholesome cute family stuff with raising Jay and Jay eventually going and adopting a daughter (Moon).

David is 59 and Joia is 57 when Jay adopts Moon and they continue to be a happy family together.

At the age of 67 David starts to notice his slipping memory and general recall issues and so he and Joia end up going to the doctors about it, they come back finding out that David is in the early stages of dementia. As the years go on he starts to be affected more and more by the dementia, loosing memories and the ability to walk, not wanting to talk, sleeping more and more, being easily confused at where he is and who his family is.

Joia stays by David through it, slowly watching his husband fade away. Jay and Moon both visit frequently to check in on them and spend time with them.

David eventually is taken into the hospital as Joia was informed he only likely had a week left. By this point David has no idea who Joia, Jay or Moon are. To him its just a room of strangers.

The last day he ends up getting his memories back for a short while (something that does rarely happen with dementia irl) and he gets to give a proper goodbye to his family. Joia holds his hand and kisses him one last time on the cheek before David falls asleep again. He sleep for about 30 minutes, his breathing getting slower and slower until he forgets how to breathe and dies at age 85

(And because my friends didn’t want it to be that sad heres the extra part)

David becomes a ghost, regaining all his memories, staying with Joia as he just couldn’t bare to leave him behind. Joia can’t see or hear him, he doesn’t even know he’s there but he does talk to himself sometimes in a way thats meant to be a conversation with David. David answers but yk he can’t be heard by Joia.

About 6 years later Joia also passes away and they are reunited in the afterlife to spend eternity together.

So there you go, all the David lore you could ask for!

[an-unknown-writers-world]

All I Ask

Warnings: Angst – lots of it. Soft Jake Seresin(It should be a warning, right?), terrible writing- first attempt at anything non work related in a loooong time.  

Pairing:  Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Word Count: 2.5K (Sorry, my angst got carried away)

A/N: Based loosely off the Adele song- All I Ask. No one can convince me that Jake Seresin isn’t a softy behind closed doors.

This is my first attempt at writing anything Top Gun: Maverick –please be gentle.

A knock on your door startled you from your half-conscious state on the couch. Looking at your watch, you noticed it was well after ten pm, too late at night for ordinary visitors. You smiled to yourself, realizing who it would be. Pulling a blanket around your arms, you hurried to the door.

There was another knock before you could open it.

“I’m coming; I’m coming.” You shouted, “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

Unlocking the deadbolt, you pulled the door open.

“So feisty,” The green-eyed aviator smiled at you from the other side. “You weren’t at The Hard Deck, and I need to talk to you.”

You stepped to the side. “This doesn’t sound good.”

He locked the door behind him; you knew from past habits that this was a signal he’d planned to stay the night. Jake had been in and out of your life since his initial time at Top Gun. You fell in love with him then and never seemed to move on. So, to say you were happy was an understatement of how you felt when he showed up at The Hard Deck a week ago. Nearly every night since he arrived, you’ve spent in his arms.

You knew the day he’d leave for his mission was coming. His job was dangerous- no matter what the mission was- he may not return from it. One thing you knew for sure – your time with Jake would be coming to an end soon.

Jake took you by the hand and led you to the kitchen table. “Do you want me to make you some tea?”

You nodded in response before sitting in your usual seat. He bent down to kiss the top of your head.

Most people know “Hangman,” the cocky, arrogant asshole of an aviator. You were fortunate to know the sweet, gentle, caring, and protective Jake Seresin. For him to offer to make tea, you knew this was going to be a rough night.

Watching him move around your kitchen as if it was his own was a bittersweet reminder of how much time you’d spent together.

“Jake, you’re scaring me.” You spoke barely above a whisper.

“I’ll be right there.” He replied with a reassuring smile.

It wasn’t very reassuring. A hundred scenarios ran through your mind as you waited. You were raised in a military family; you knew the one constant in the military was change; inconsistency was a close second, though.

“You aren’t going to make me wait until that water boils, are you?”

He laughed, exposing his dimples and crinkling the corners of his eyes. “No, ma’am, I’ll be just a second more.”

You hated it when he called you that, not honestly though; you knew he meant it as a term of endearment and respect. He was a southern boy before he was an aviator- respect was in his DNA.

The longer he took, the more dreadful scenarios played through your mind.

When he finally came to sit with you, he sat in the chair at the head of the table. Taking your hand in his, you could tell he was struggling for words, which made your heart sink further into your chest. Jake was known for always having the right words, for better or worse. That was something you either loved or hated about him.

“Jake,” You spoke softly, “whatever it is, you can tell me.”

He smiled at you halfheartedly, “There haven’t been many times in my life that I’ve struggled for the right words. But now,” he hesitated, “this is different.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the look on his face told you not to.

“I know the last time I left; things didn’t end as well as I had hoped.”

“You mean when you disappeared, and I had to hear from someone else that you had been shipped out.” You tried not to sound bitter.

“Yeah, that,” He grimaced. “I don’t want to do that again.”

You squeezed his hand softly, “You won’t. I already know you are leaving. I’m not going to have to hear it from someone else. You already told me it was a short assignment.”

The expression on his face was becoming harder to read. Seemingly torn between anguish, disappointment, regret, and something else you couldn’t quite read. You tried desperately to reassure him that you wouldn’t hold it against him when he left. But in reality, every fiber of your being wanted him to stay forever.

“I promised you three weeks,” Jake spoke softly. “The Navy seems to have other plans.”

“I’m starting to think the Navy hates me.” You tried to joke. “How soon?”

“We leave tomorrow.”

You let out a deep sigh, feeling like you had just been gut-punched. “That’s okay,” You lied to yourself, “It’ll be okay,” You spoke again, feeling the traitor tear run down your cheek.

Jake reached up, cupping your cheek, using his thumb to wipe away the tear. “I’m sorry,” He whispered.

You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch, covering his hand with your own.

Of all the scenarios you played out in your head, this one- the most logical one- was the scenario you never considered. Leaving early for a deployment. You knew your time with him was limited, but your heart seemed to miss the memo not to get so attached.

“C’mer,” He spoke softly.

His request overrode your body’s desire to stay put. Before you knew it, you were standing in front of him, one of his arms holding you tight to his chest and the other caressing your hair. Your hands splayed out across his back; you found yourself grateful that he couldn’t feel your silent tears through the cotton fabric of his sweatshirt.

“I haven’t said this before, and it honestly seems cruel to say it now, but I have to.” He started; you pulled back to look at him as he spoke. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the first time you beat me in a game of pool back when I first came to Top Gun.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “You mean when you let me beat you at pool.” You continued to smile up at him through tear-blurred eyes.

Deep down, you’d always known that he loved you. Each time he showed up at The Hard Deck, you knew that your soul would feel complete, even if just for a few days. He’d never let the back-and-forth banter get out of hand, and the way he always protected you. Military men rarely expressed their feelings very well. He may have never said it in so many words, but you always knew.

“I love you too,” You finally spoke after a long pause.

“You sure about that? Seemed like you needed to think about that for a while.” He joked.

Rolling your eyes, you smiled. “Oh, shut up and kiss me.” You reached up, laced your fingers through his hair, and pulled his face down to yours.

He wasted no time; his lips were warm and smooth against your own as he kissed you passionately. He had kissed you hundreds of times, but this was different; there was more to it- desperation and devotion.

The tea kettle whistle blew in the background pulling you back to the moment.

“I think we can ignore that,” You muttered.

Jake chuckled, kissing your forehead. His hands slid down your waist, “jump,” he spoke. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Take me to bed,” You begged, “If this is my last night with you and I want to make it last forever.”

He kissed you chastely, “You make it sound like I’m flying off to die,” He tried to joke. “You gotta have more faith than that in me, baby.”

He started towards your bedroom, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

Your heart warmed childishly at the pet name. “I have plenty of faith in your skills, Hangman. But right now, I’m afraid to think of what comes next. So for tonight, can we please just pretend like we know it’s the last time.” You broke your own heart, verbalizing the thought. “Love me like you’ll never see me again; this way, if it is truly the end, I’ll have the best memories to relive.”

*********

Sometime in the middle of the night, you woke up wrapped in his arms, dehydrated and in desperate need of water. You kissed his chest before carefully pulling yourself from his embrace. Clothes had been thrown around your room from the fury of undressing. You grabbed his Navy shirt on your way past, slipping it over your head on your way to the kitchen.

After you pulled out two water bottles from the fridge, you leaned against the counter, overwhelmed with emotions. Realizing that it truly mattered how this visit ended. It had already been years that you had been in love with this man and lived through a handful of painful and sometimes unspoken goodbyes. What if this really ended? He didn’t come home from the mission, or didn’t come back to Miramar? What if you never fell in love again, not that you wanted to love anyone other than Jake Seresin. Tears began to well in your eyes; you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to hold them back, but it was too late. The sniffles had already started, and silent tears were coming in a steady stream.

Shuffling feet sounds brought your attention back to the moment. “Babe,” Jake called out in a sleepy voice. He could hear your sniffles coming from the kitchen. “Hey,” He cooed as he rounded the corner taking in your tired tear-stained face.

“C’mere,” He pulled you into his chest. As quickly as his one hand came to rest on your lower back and the other in your hair, tears began to wrack your body. His bare back was warm against your cold hands. This always happens when your body gets too exhausted. Your blood pressure would get too low, and your hands and feet would feel like ice cubes.  

“It’s okay,” He hushed you, “I’m right here,” he spoke softly. “You’re alright,” He continued to comfort you.

You were in awe of his patience but equally embarrassed by how emotional you’ve become.

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled into his chest after a few moments, trying to regain your composure. “You probably think I’m crazy.”

“Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for.” He assured you. “And I definitely do not think you are crazy.” He kissed your forehead. “You came out for water and ended up crying?” He asked, noticing the bottles on the counter.

You laughed from embarrassment. “I guess that’s the simple way of looking at it.”

Without effort, he scooped you up and sat you on the counter, pulling away to look at you. “Talk to me,” he spoke, his hands resting on your thighs, and yours hung loosely around the back of his neck.

“I don’t even think I can explain it; I just,” You took a deep breath, hesitating, “I just,” you sighed, “something between pulling your shirt on and coming out here, it just hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m not trying to be mean when I say this; you’ve broken my heart before, well, not you, technically. It’s always been the Navy’s fault.” You could see the pain in his eyes, “I love you, Jake, I have for years. What if this really is the last time that I see you. What if you get on that boat tomorrow and realize that this was a mistake, that you don’t really love me. What if you never come back to Miramar – not because something awful happens to you, but purely because you don’t want to see me again.” The words came out in a rush, all of your self-doubt spewing like a rocket. “I guess I’m just scared of what comes next.”

A silent moment passed between the two of you.

“I know I won’t have the right words now, and I won’t say anything to make you think your feelings aren’t valid. But, I can promise you that I will never regret a single moment I spent with you, especially when I told you that I love you. My only regret is that I waited so long to tell you.” He paused, seemingly looking for the right words, “I’d be lying if I tried to say I wasn’t scared of what comes next. It’s going to be a tough mission, but I will be stateside again, and when I am, I will find a way to make this work- no matter what.”

“Jake,” you sighed. You opened your mouth to speak, but words were failing you.

He bent forward, resting his forehead against yours. “I hope you never get tired of hearing me say this,” he muttered. “I love you.”

You closed your eyes, smiling at the words, “Say it again,” you whispered.

He chuckled and kissed your left cheek, “I love you,” he moved to your right cheek and repeated his actions, then your forehead, before finally kissing your lips.

“Absolutely never getting tired of hearing that,” you uttered when the kiss broke.

“You want to know what else I love?” He smirked.

“Hmm,” you raised your eyebrow at him, thoroughly interested.

“You in my shirt.”

You threw your head back, laughing, surprised at the sudden turn in the conversation.

“You’re never getting it back.” You confessed.

He kissed your neck, pulling you closer to him. “I don’t mind,” He nipped at your pulse point, “but for now. I think I’ll put it back where you found it, at least for a little while.”

******

You felt the bed dip beside you, stirring you awake. “Baby, don’t get up,” Jake spoke softly. “I have to go. I’ll be home in a few days,” he promised.

You looked at your watch and saw it was a little after 6am. “Jake,” You mumbled his name sleepily. “You called this home.”

He chuckled, “I guess I did.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll call any place home as long as you’ll be there.”

You smiled at his cheesiness. “Promise me, promise me that you’ll come home.” You begged.

“I promise to do everything I can to come home to you.” He kissed your forehead.

You caught him before he could pull too far away, your fingers threading through the golden locks at the base of his neck. He kissed your lips, and you wanted to memorize every detail of this moment. The feeling of his warm, smooth lips on yours, the texture of his hair beneath your fingertips, and the fresh woodsy smell you had come to know as his scent.

“I love you.” You whispered as the kiss broke.

“I love you,” He replied. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

Jake didn’t wait for a response, he knew this could go on for hours, and he needed to get to the base. Within a moment, you heard the door latch behind him and the roar of his truck in the driveway. With a heavy sigh, you rolled over to the side of the bed he recently vacated and buried your face in his pillow. Breathing in his scent, you let it lull you back to sleep.

A/N: If you’ve made it this far - thank you so so so much for reading! My Masterlist can be found here. All work is also available on AO3

[thathetaliablogg]

I’m thinking a lot again about my university fruk au and idk if I’ve talked about it much here so im gonna talk about it - I call it the university au because the first half of it takes place there but it actually extends beyond that into their adult lives too :) LOOOONG TEXTPOST INCOMING

But basically it follows Arthur and Francis in their lives as uni flatmates living in halls, going to a university located in britain somewhere. Arthur is a 1st year music student and Francis is a final year fine art student! They’re both undergrads and were just randomly assigned flatmates, which is how they met in September! They initially hit it off pretty badly. Arthur thinks Francis is annoying and pretentious, the way he actually cooks in the kitchen, the way he paints in the living space like a posh artsy weirdo. To him, Francis seems to have everything right; he’s a good artist, he seems to have lots of friends, he seems to have a stable amount of money, and he seems to have won the genetic lottery as far as his looks go. Arthur hates him. On the other side of the coin, Francis thinks Arthur is rude, loud, and unnecessarily mean. He plays his guitar loudly in his room, opting for metal riffs most of the time, and he often comes home almost dangerously drunk at five in the morning, slamming every door he goes through and waking Francis each time he does. Arthur seems to have it all wrong; he’s messy, he never does chores around the flat, he’s rude and rejects any and all of Francis’ attempts to be friendly, and he seems to be a danger to himself with his constant nights out. Francis doesn’t like him, but he tried, at the very least.

It’s only as Francis begins to overhear some things that he starts to see a bigger picture to the issue. In a way, he was almost jealous of Arthur in the beginning. This boy had a rebellious nature, and didn’t seem to care what anyone thought of him. Francis, who would admit that he worries too much about what others think, definitely envied that quality. Even more so, Francis was jealous of the fact that Arthur seemed to be in a committed relationship. I mean, really, how was it that rude, mean spirited Arthur could have a boyfriend to always be hanging out with, and Francis, who was a hopeless romantic with a lot of love to give, could never get anyone to stay? It drove him mad. That was, until, Francis started to notice the cracks. At around the end of November, Francis removes his headphones to… yelling. A lot of it. There is a door slam, and presumably, it was Arthur’s boyfriend, leaving after a fight. Francis puts his headphones back on. After all, it’s none of his business and it is not unlike Arthur to be starting arguments - at least not in Francis’ experience. But then Francis notices that this is becoming an increasingly common occurrence, and the fights sound like they’re getting worse. Since Arthur’s room is next door to his, he hears almost everything, but Francis feels his stomach drop for the first time when, after several door slammings, he hears Arthur crying. Presumably, all alone, in his room.

When Francis thinks about it, he hasn’t really seen Arthur much for the past couple of weeks. It’s early December now, and Christmas is coming up, so Francis had put it down to that, but…. Something doesn’t feel right. He knows for certain that he hasn’t seen Arthur come to the kitchen at all for a day or two, and the only times he’s heard him, are when he comes back drunk in the middle of the night again. When Francis goes out to buy himself some ingredients and some snacks, he can’t help himself from picking up a couple of instant noodle packs, and a bottle of lemonade. He puts them in a separate bag to his other food, and after putting his own shopping away, he stands outside Arthur’s door, hesitating. Francis was sort of nervous, expecting Arthur to be angry with him - that’s how he always seemed. He might slam the door in Francis’ face, and maybe then, Francis would never try to befriend him again. It felt safer not to. After consideration, Francis knocks anyway, and waits for few seconds as some shuffling occurs. Arthur opens the door with a tired look on his face and, after an awkward and short conversation, Francis offers the bag to Arthur. Arthur takes it hesitantly, peering inside before he looks up and meets Francis’ eyes. A lot goes on in that short and wordless exchange.

Things go on the same for a while, until the Christmas holidays roll around. The other flatmates leave, and as it turns out, Francis and Arthur have the flat to themselves for a few weeks. Francis opted not to go home since it’s expensive to travel, especially around the Christmas season, and Arthur does not specify why he didn’t go home. Francis is sort of enjoying the Christmas holidays, since he mostly has the living space to himself, it’s easier to paint or sculpt in that area. Arthur comes in occasionally, to get some food, and usually leaves - but he is not hostile anymore. Suddenly, there seems to be some sort of understanding between them. Francis is sculpting in the living area one day, when a sudden voice makes him jump.

“What are you making?”

Francis turns, and Arthur stands in the doorway with a can of off brand fizzy orange in his hand. Francis looks at him, and then he looks back at his piece.

“Well, it’s a sculpture, for one of my modules. It’s abstract, it’s meant to represent how I feel.”

“Hm.” Arthur stares at the piece for a little bit. “I never understood abstract art.”

“Maybe abstract art isn’t supposed to be understood. Sometimes abstract art is the only way we can present a complicated emotion.” Francis replies, and Arthur gives a single nod before he leaves.

After that, they seem to talk more. Not only is there an understanding, but there is an interest. One day, Arthur informs Francis that he has broken up with his boyfriend. Francis is really glad. Really, really glad. He’s just glad that Arthur is safe. Arthur becomes less of a cryptid and chooses to accompany Francis in the kitchen a little bit more often. Maybe abstract art is worth something after all, he decides. Maybe he understands some of the pieces now. Francis’ art is pretty. Like it’s maker. Francis finds out that Arthur’s family doesn’t exactly approve of his choice in degree. As an art student, Francis gets it. Arthur learns that Francis is trans too. Arthur is pre-everything, and notes how Francis always respected him without ever questioning his voice or his body. With a soft smile, Francis reveals he has been taking hormones for a year or so now. Arthur seems to show up in the living space even more. Francis decides he doesn’t mind Arthur’s guitar playing after all. He’s good at it, actually. Francis asks if he can sing as well. Arthur gets out his guitar, sits down with it, and proves it to him.

By the time the academic year gets into its second half, around mid-January, Arthur and Francis are comfortably friends, and their friendship only grows. Arthur reveals that he doesn’t like their other flatmates very much, so when they return from their Christmas break, the two start to spend time in each others’ rooms. Arthur’s room is not as disgusting as Francis expected. It’s rather messy, with eyeliner smudges and pink hair dye splatters decorating the bathroom, but Arthur seems to make an effort to at least have his sleeping area clean. Francis’ bedroom is pretty, with fairy lights hung up and satin sheets on his bed. It smells strongly of perfumes and body sprays, and Arthur wants to pinch his nose at first, but he gets used to it.

By the end of April, feelings too intimate to be called platonic begin to develop. The academic year will be drawing to a close in just under a month, and then they will have summer together. In August, Francis will have to leave, and, being in his final year, he won’t be returning. Francis tries not to think about it, Arthur can’t stop.

On a warm night at the end of May, the two are hanging out in Arthur’s room. The setting sun peers through the windows. Arthur sits on his bed, and Francis sits on a chair. They are just talking. Somehow, the topic has gotten onto relationships. Francis confesses that, sure, he’s hooked up with people before, but he’s never actually been in a real relationship. Francis says that he only seems to fall for people who are unavailable, or wouldn’t like him in that way anyway. Arthur asks him what he’d do if someone did like him that way. Francis hesitates. He says it would depend on who the person was. Arthur asks, what if it was me? Francis jolts and stares at him. Arthur repeats what he said, but with clearer wording.

In June, Arthur and Francis hold hands on their walk to the supermarket, under the beating sun. On another day, they go to a local dessert place together. Francis asks if this is a date. Arthur says it’s whatever Francis wants it to be. At night, Arthur lays on Francis’ chest and mentions that his ex never let him do this. He would just use him and then leave. Francis holds Arthur a little tighter that night, and makes sure he falls asleep first, rubbing his back to soothe him. On a morning, Francis makes omelettes in the kitchen. He makes two. Arthur hugs him from behind, and plants a kiss on the back of his neck. They are young, and their romance is awkward, and new to both of them, but they love each other, and that’s all that matters.

In July, Francis paints a portrait of a person, and Arthur writes a song about one.

Then, August arrives.

August is cruel, and the end of summer signifies a loss of warmth. The days are getting shorter, and Francis has left. The two try to stay in touch, but it is hard. With so many things happening in their real lives, sparing time to text and call becomes increasingly difficult. Francis has to find a way to survive, financially, and Arthur has to study harder as he progresses in school, and deal with the new people he is surrounded by.

One day, Francis goes to message Arthur. The message won’t go through, and it makes Francis cry. He wishes he had stayed. He couldn’t have afforded to. Arthur didn’t want to have to change his phone number, but his old ex wouldn’t stop harassing him, and he was desperate for peace. It hits Arthur suddenly one night, that he hasn’t heard from Francis in months, and he knows it’s his own fault. He finds Francis’ number, and tries to text it. The number is out of service.

When Arthur is in his mid twenties, his band is doing small shows around the country. He’s happy - his bandmates are good friends, he’s had some decent relationships here and there, and his band, while not famous by a long shot and combined with his part time job at a warehouse, brings in just enough money to pay the rent and buy food. Really, that’s all Arthur needs. By now, he’s been taking T for a long time, and he was even able to get top surgery last year. Things are going great, in fact. When the vocalist and leader of the band tells him they booked the band’s first show abroad, Arthur is ecstatic. This is huge for the band!! If this show goes well, it could kickstart the band into stardom - at least, that’s what he hopes - and in Paris, too! Surely the venue would be stunning, or something… (spoiler alert it’s some shitty basement club). Arthur can’t wait.

Arthur and his band have just arrived in Paris for the weekend. It’s spring, the perfect season for new beginnings, and the band are having fun touring the city and sightseeing. They’ve been saving for months, and plan on making the most of this weekend.

It’s outside a cafe that Arthur sees him.

Arthur freezes up entirely, trying to process it. It can’t be, it can’t be, he tells himself, but it is. Sitting on a wooden stool, with an easel and a painting facing him, palette and brush in hand, with his long hair tied back in a bun, it’s unmistakably him. He looks older, but not by much. He’s even more handsome, having fully grown into his features. Arthur hesitates. Would it be weird to just approach him like this? Should he leave him alone? Arthur should leave him alone. He turns away, and then he stops. If he doesn’t say something now, the possibility of never, ever seeing Francis again is more than real, it’s almost certain. Arthur turns to look again. Francis is stunning, and Arthur swallows the lump in his throat as he tells his bandmates that he’s going to talk to someone. Arthur walks over through a crowd, and his whole body is shaking. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know how to open. He doesn’t know if Francis even wants to see him again.

“I like your painting…” Arthur says, and he can barely get the words out.

Francis turns, slowly, and meets Arthur’s eyes with shock on his face. He doesn’t say anything as he gets up from his seat, facing Arthur, who notices the tears welling in his eyes.

“I didn’t quite recognise your voice, I thought it couldn’t really be you-“ Francis replies, his voice shaking.

There is silence between them, before Arthur shakily offers his arms, and Francis throws himself into them. Francis cries, hard. Arthur bites back tears, holding him like the world depends on it.

“I missed you, I missed you so much.” Francis cries. Arthur responds that he missed Francis too.

That night, Arthur doesn’t join his band for post gig drinks. He rushes outside and into the taxi that’s waiting for him, to be driven off to an apartment he has never been to before. Someone special is waiting there for him. He throws himself at Francis, who somehow lifts him and spins him around. They hug and kiss and stay up all night together, talking and cuddling and loving each other. Francis introduces Arthur to his cat, who seems to take a liking to Arthur right off the bat. Francis comments that she usually doesn’t like strangers like that. They dance and play and talk some more, exchanging their new numbers, email, addresses for physical letters, anything to make sure they can’t lose each other again. Francis makes sure that Arthur knows that the loss of contact wasn’t actually his fault, it just happens. Arthur makes sure Francis knows he will do anything in his power for it to never happen again. Within hours, they are so close again it’s like they were never apart, and except for when Arthur is playing gigs, they spend every hour of the weekend together. On Sunday night, Arthur begs Francis to come back to England with him, even if it’s just for a week or something. Francis drops his cat off at his sister’s, and goes with Arthur. They spend more time together, inseparable for the entire week, and at the end of the week, Arthur surprises Francis with a ring. It’s not an engagement ring, or an expensive piece by any means, but Arthur says he saw it and couldn’t help himself. He hugs Francis tightly as Francis bursts into tears again, leaning on Arthur’s shoulder as Arthur kisses his cheek.

Francis needs to go home again for now, but this time, they do not fall out of touch. They will find a way to be together permanently, somehow. The ring is a promise of that. When Francis was younger, he painted a portrait of Arthur. It hangs proudly now, as one of his many original works. It even got to be part of an exhibition. When Arthur was younger, he wrote a song about Francis. He gets to play it now, at his gigs. The vocalist never sings it quite right, but Arthur lets his electric guitar be the one to really sing the song, the way it was meant to be.

They both know they will find a way.

[jeysuso]

I've never done one of these before KASJKS but my god i love your analysis of this story:

so what i really found interesting about that segment was how easily Jimmy's unserious and goofy nature really gets on Roman's nerves. like it was a serious situation and the man was smiling and laughing at him the entire time 😭😭

like the segment back in 2021 when Roman, Jimmy, and Jey were having a conversation and Jimmy was basically not taking that seriously. Jimmy was pissing Roman off the entire time and enjoying it in a way 😭

even when Roman yelled at him to face Cesaro, Jimmy smiled to his face and did it. Pissing Roman off again. and he added salt to it by telling Roman "was that good? 😊"

like idk Jimmy lives for pissing that man off, but i think Friday, Roman finally did something about it and Jimmy found out.

this got wordy omg my bad ALDJSL 😭😭

I FINALLY GET TO ANSWER THIS i read it yesterday and was like yoooo okay let's go i love when people send me their thoughts on the story!!! first of all love you, second of all putting this under a read-more cause we're about to go loooong baby.

YES, the thing is, as annoyed as i was at jimmy for taking the whole thing so lightly, i completely understood why he did it. because that's just kind of who jimmy is. and, if anything, it kind of highlights that his whole "belief" in this tribal chief/head of the table thing isn't as... real, as he kind of leads roman to believe? it's almost as if he has thought this whole time that it isn't that serious. that because they all have gold, they all have titles, they're family, they're essentially still equals. that's kind of why i feel like jimmy wasn't taking it as seriously as he should, because he doesn't have respect for roman like that. he has respect for him as family, has love for him as family, but as a man who is in charge of him? no. nobody is in charge of him, and nobody can tell him what to do, maybe other than his twin brother. at a push. jimmy's headstrong and he's stubborn and he's goofy as hell but he is still that same nobody's bitch he was two years ago.

and what i do like is that we have seen it in small (very small, oof) glimpses where the time roman started scolding them in the dressing room and he was like "but nothing can hit me harder or hurt me more than being torn from my brother, and then to sit here and have to answer to it like IT'S MY FAULT". he was fully blaming roman in that segment, he was staring him down and everything and he only stopped when he realised roman was realising what he was doing. but that fire, that disrespect, that lack of belief in roman as the head of their table, it's still THERE, and it is dying to break free. it's why even though i think jimmy was stupid as hell for laughing in roman's face the way he did it made sense for him as a character because he never takes shit seriously. especially when it comes to this weird power dynamic between him and roman.

the thing is, jimmy isn't scared of roman. i don't think he is, anyway. i don't get that impression. when roman gets mad, when he starts trying to intimidate the boys, jey is always the one who recoils. he's always the one who disappears inside himself, because he is terrified of him. he's had probably more done to him than jimmy has in the grand scheme of things. both physically and mentally. but jimmy has that naive arrogance almost that makes it impossible for roman to really control somebody like him. or at least, to control him completely. jimmy will do what roman wants because it's benefiting him too, benefiting the family, but the second roman switches on that authoritative side with him and looks at him like he's supposed to just sit there and take it? oh, hell no. no, his pride won't let him do that. roman hasn't beaten jimmy down anywhere near enough to be able to do that to him, and roman forgets. that's nobody's bitch jimmy uso. he meant what he said.

they both fucked around and found out in that segment, to me. roman got too bold with his scolding and jimmy reminded him why that shit doesn't fly (probably embarrassed him a little bit, too, showing defiance to the boss, etc) and jimmy got too confident and roman reminded him why that's dangerous to do when they're in such a precarious situation.

but the fact that jimmy was going to go for roman in a very similar way to how jey went for him after roman put his hands on him at elimination chamber is so interesting to me because jimmy had had it after ONE time. roman put hands on him once and jimmy was ready to fuck him up. roman put his hands on jey THREE TIMES before he reacted. it's just very interesting to see how different they are in terms of how roman's treatment of them has affected them both.

[leucoratia]

Chanting "Avpol, Avpol, AVPOL!!" The potential! The romance! The hilarious pinning we should have seen from jean! Love it all, why couldn't they be Happy!?!

A/N/: efbcdfeshdlqhfuesgfuegujks LITERALLY they are my favourite dynamic in part 3 like UM???? The disaster gay and the calm and collected gay who is secretly as unhinged as his partner I-

Secretly very happy to finally get jojo-related asks because it's my current hyperfixation so thank you anon for indulging me- This post is a literal pamphlet I'm so sorry but I had a lot to say about my boys.

-Warnings: I know you wanted fluff but I couln't resist a LITTLE angst because well I mean these boys have so much trauma-. Mentions of Caejose and Jotakak.

My avpol headcanons under the cut!

Jean-Pierre Polnareff in Avpol Hcs:

-To kick things off I personally HC Polnareff as a female-leaning bisexual and prone to flings, so when I tell you this man is down BAD for Muhammad-

-Polnareff is more of a sub, so he likes broad, big powerful men to take care of him. He's a very needy partner.

-When they met for the first time, Polnareff instantly knew one thing in his little fleshbud-possessed brain: he wanted to know what was going on behind that iron diaper.

-He was true to his physical attraction to Muhammad from the get-go, but oh boy realizing he had a CRUSH??? No. No no no. This man is going to be oblivious until someone explains to him mathematically why his stomach is doing little flips and why his brain is freezing every time he sees him smile.

-Kakyoin would probably the one to tell him. It would go down like

-Kakyoin: *eyes darting back and forth between Avdol, doubled down in laughter over something Joseph said; and Polnareff, eyes locked on the Egyptian seemingly lost in thought while his lips part in a slight smile* ... you like him huh?

-Polnareff would abruptly snap out of his reverie, probably lose balance from shock and fall on his ass while denying Kakyoin's words in a stammering voice.

-With enough coaxing, Polnareff might not vocally admit to the young man that he has a teeny tiny crush on the fortune teller; but mentally...oh boy. His brain is running around in his skull absolutely unhinged, panicked over the fact that "oh god I'm in love with Muhammad, I'm in love with Muhammad; what am I gonna do- I have to court him properly- should I buy flowers? Chocolates? Write a serenade? Oh mon Dieu does he even like men-"

-Prepare for him to be an absolute mess. He tries to keep composure but you know how he is, it's so hard not to get lost in Muhammad's golden eyes.

-Muhammad was talking to him and Jean-Pierre is trying so, so hard to focus on the conversation but the man's eyes are so sunny, his neck so broad yet infinitely delicate, his hands so rough and yet so soft, his voice velvety and deep and- oh god he forgot what they were talking about.

-He would have all those little attention because well, he does come from the self-proclaimed country of romance and intends to honour his nation.

-His love language would be acts of service and words of affirmation. Muhammad doesn't realize it, but he is being absolutely DROWNED in little gestures and compliments. He's the only one of the crusaders to be oblivious about it actually. Joseph reminisces on his younger days (and flirting with Caesar), Kakyoin saw it coming and Jotaro yare-yare-dazes his way out of it.

-Polnareff would have the most romantic and elaborate declaration of loved planned out, he would have written a speech that he knows by heart and rehearses every night in front of the mirror; but he would NEVER dare to make the first move. I mean is Avdol even into guys and what if he doesn’t like him and-

-Definitely cries himself to sleep about it.

Muhammad Avdol in Avpol Hcs:

-In my own little brain word Avdol is a demi sex/ro gay so feeling anything remotely close to romance for Polnareff is going to take a loooong while.

-He noticed how Polnareff is acting around him, but brushes it off as Polnareff being his usual extra self. Such good bros.

-He doesn't have a specific type, since he's well...demi as fuck. So he only has so much experience (meaning none). But I feel like he would be attracted to men with a similar build as himself. He wants someone strong, but that he can still take care of. He's the mature adult of the relationship (or is he? Who am I kidding he's chaotic as hell).

-Avdol considers Polnareff his best friend amongst the crusaders (and possibly amongst everyone else). Sure, he knew Joseph for longer, but their relationship is more work-coded even though they get along great. It's just...easier with someone his age (friendly reminder that Muhammad is only in his late 20's, I hc him as being 25 while Jean-Pierre is canonically 22 in part 3). So while the Frenchman is fretting all over him and acting like a bashful schoolgirl, Avdol would consider their relationship as a close friendship more than anything else at first.

-Avdol deeply appreciates Polnareff's chaotic, outgoing and friendly personality. It helps him let loose a little, and slip out of his serious and collected guy persona (e: the pissing incident).

-He's the only one he can show this side of him to really. He has to stay calm for the kids and provide counsel to Joseph, who's prone to being all over the place. It's...nice. To be himself for once.

-Falling in love with Jean-Pierre happens...almost naturally. It's a slippery slope he happily goes down.

-First they travel together. Then they almost die together. They heal together. They struggle with their trauma together. Then they live together. And after a year or two, they love each other together.

-Muhammad would be at peace with his feelings. It made sense, in a way. He couldn't have fallen for anyone else than him.

-At this point in their relationship, they've both tackled more intimate and private topics in their conversations. Muhammad talked about his childhood in Cairo. Jean-Pierre told him about Sherry. Avdol opened up to him about growing up gay in the Islamic part of the Egyptian capital. Polnareff shared how loving men and women in the 70's, especially in the very homophobic french countryside, was extremely hard to make peace with. They understand and know each other like no one else before them.

-Muhammad would make the first move and confess first. Even if Jean-Pierre knows he likes men, he also knows that romance takes him a while. And he wouldn't dare violate his boundaries.

-Muhammad would probably bring it up on a nice evening. Maybe they're dining together in their shared living room. Maybe they're stargazing. It wouldn't matter. He wants to be true to himself and he feels ready to return Jean-Pierre's feelings. Because after all this time, of course he knows. He may be oblivious but he still has a working pair of eyes and ears.

-"I love you". Such simple words that held an infinite weight. They were looking each other in the eyes, and the words slipped Avdol's tongue like they were said a thousand times before. His velvety voice resonated over everything, even Jean-Pierre's thoughts. It took up his entire mind, his entire heart, and for a moment he forgot everything except for his lover. Muhammad was smiling with a softness he hadn't ever seen before. Their hands were clasped in a warm embrace, and that night, it was like there were only the two of them in the world.

Avpol pair hcs:

-When Muhammad confessed, Jean-Pierre couldn't believe it. After years of pining, the words flipped around in his mind and occupied his entire brain capacity.

-Soft tears ran on his cheeks as he fully understood what he was just told.

"Say it again"

-Muhammad said it again every time.

-Their first kiss was messy. As was their first everything. Jean-Pierre initiated the gesture but couldn't bring himself to close the distance between them, afraid to step over some unspoken boundary. The Egyptian silently put a hand behind the man's neck and pulled him into a loving embrace, lips meeting each other in a chaos of bumping noses and half-opened mouths. Muhammad didn't admit that it was his first kiss. It might not have been the most pleasurable, but it was the best kiss he ever had.

"Let me do it again. Let me do it right. I promise to kiss you how you deserve to be kissed this time"

-Their second kiss was more organized. Polnareff took the fortune teller's lips between his expertly, and Muhammad was sure that he forgot how to breathe for a few moments after they parted.

-It was the first of many that night, and all the nights that followed.

-There would be lots of physical touch. Polnareff is very needy, even more after nearly losing his beloved to Dio. He can't let Avdol out of his sight.

-Even if Polnareff was almost always around Avdol, especially after they were both discharged from the hospital; he's literally attached to the man's leg by now.

-They've been living together since they got out of the blasted hospital really. Jean-Pierre didn't have anywhere to go back to (his little house in the countryside is there but it's so, so lonely without Sherry and he would have to think and be alone and-); and Avdol couldn't be by himself with two newly-attached prosthetic hands. It was only natural for the Frenchman to live in Avdol's house. He loved being introduced to the chickens (when some baby chicks joined the flock, he didn't pass on the opportunity to name the black one Jotaro. He definitely sent the boys pictures.)

-When Muhammad woke up screaming, Jean-Pierre would be out of bed and at his side faster than he could summon Silver Chariot. In the beginning, the Egyptian tried to keep composure after his nightmares, brushing him off at the wave of a hand; but it only took two nights for him to break down completely. Polnareff never saw Avdol cry as hard as he did that night. He didn't dare hold him, hands just ghosting his frame as the man shuddered and wept and fell apart at the seams in front of him. He only muttered reassuring words and tried his best to comfort his best friend, because for once Muhammad allowed himself to be weak and he needed him.

-They ended up sharing bedrooms soon after. It was an unspoken agreement. Avdol often woke up because of horrible nightmares, and Polnareff needed the constant reassurance of Muhammad's presence; he needed to know that the man he loved was alive and not wherever Vanilla Ice took him.

-Polnareff did his best to help around the house, even more when Avdol re-opened his fortune-telling shop. He took up loads of little jobs, wanting to pull his weight even though Muhammad told him time and time again that it wasn't necessary. He did it anyway.

-Jean-Pierre would spend hours reading on how to take care of natural hair. His "housemate" had trouble doing it with his new metallic hands, hair sometimes getting stuck in the delicate mechanism, although he would rather die than admit it. The first time he convinced Muhammad into letting him twist his Bantu knots, the result was...undescribable. The Frenchman felt terrible about messing it up while his partner couldn't stop himself from laughing at the terrible state of his hair.

-Eventually, practice did make perfect, and Jean-Pierre could twist and braid his hair in authentic fashion. Muhammad always made sure to thank him for his service, keeping to himself how the delicate feeling of the man's hands against his scalp made him feel like he was safe from everything.

-The frenchman read somewhere that silk caps were good for natural hair. The very next day, a similar cap was sitting in Avdol's bathroom. He never said a word about it, but he uses it every night.

-Polnareff would also cook quite often, insisting on making Avdol taste the delights of his country. The Egyptian would sometimes wake up to the delicious scent of freshly baked pastry, his lover having woken up extra-early to beat him to breakfast. He's not a stellar cook, but Avdol always swear that his cooking is the best he ever had.

-They would definitely share clothes. Polnareff steals them. Avdol lends them. Seeing his lover in his oversized red cloak is a sight that he holds close to his heart.

-They show each other where they grew up. Avdol makes Polnareff tour Cairo, while the man shows him around the countryside and tells him of his childhood.

-They both enjoyed the cultural exchange they were getting from living together full time, being able to settle down. Polnareff is Christian, while Muhammad is Muslim. The Frenchman was especially curious over the other man's practice. He even tried to do Ramadan with him once, but ended up breaking fast early (his organism was unfortunately pressuring him to drink too hard and he fainted in the middle of the afternoon). Muhammad apreciated the effort nonetheless.

-I believe they both practice their respective religions and deeply respect the other's faith. Hence, Jean-Pierre never pipes a word when Muhammad wakes up in the dead of the night to pray and spends the whole day cooking with him during ramadan; while Avdol makes sure to strictly observe Polnareff's food restrictions during Lent.

-After they get together, the only thing Polnareff struggles with is having to put off the bedroom exercise two times during the year.

-The two would fly to Japan to visit the boys once or twice a year. When they arrive, Kakyoin would slide Jean-Pierre a knowing look, seeing their joint hands; while Jotaro would pull his hat over his eyes and mutter something close to "fucking finally". Meanwhile, Joseph falls off a chair at the news.

"OH MY GOD!!"

-He would probably make a few jokes about Avdol having poor taste in men while Polnareff acts all offended.

"It appears that Kakyoin has quite questionable taste as well", said Avdol, a playful smile dancing on his lips while eyeing Jotaro. The redhead's eyebrows shot up to his hairline while his partner embarrassingly pulled his hat all the way down to his nose, concealing a blush. Fortunately for them, Joseph was oblivious as ever.

-Avdol and Polnareff would spend hours reminiscing together, huddled close on the couch or in bed; telling each other what has never been told before.

-They love each other, and they're alive, and it's enough for them.

[taro-stars]

Destination - Lee Jeno x GN Reader

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· •. Summary: Half of it is already mentioned on the start of the fic. But they met while M/n wasn't expecting him just to fly over to LA and come over. One "sentence" is a reference from Broken Melodies. I luv it, I just had to throw it there.

· •. A/N: I finally wrote a fic after a loooong time of recovering. Now I'm busy with school 😭 but I'm making it up to you with this!!

You and Jeno were in a long distance relationship. How awful did that feel? Basically, looking on the world map, he's on the other side of the world.. not really. It was still far away.

Despite him being an artist, it was sometimes hard to communicate. He almost never had time.

Good morning, or good night, or just general texts from him, were making you smile like an idiot. Every time you saw a text from him, a faint blush had to appear on your cheeks.

What hits you the most, you never met in real life.

And today was the day.

You'll see your loving boyfriend. You just didn't know about it yet.

How gorgeous was he. How you were always admiring his muscles, showing that you were in awe. You were ready anytime to show your love to him.

And how excited he makes you by sending you voice messages.

The only thing you could feel, that was ever touched by him, is the teddy bear you always kept on the side of your cozy bed. You cherished every gift you've ever received from him.

And you've been daydreaming of him for such a long time. When he was on practice, you were worrying most of the time. What if he'll get hurt? What if it's overwhelming for him? You were willing to face the world, if it was against your Jeno.

Laying on the bed, cuddling the plushie and thinking it's him has been making you submerge in the pain you've felt inside.

You've never felt a human's touch. You always refused it, if it wasn't him.

But this time, you felt something caress your waist so slowly, and gently. It felt like heaven.

And the kiss you've just got, right on the back of your neck, felt perfect.

Are you going to fall in love with someone else?

Not until you heard such a beautiful, deep voice, which belonged to the person you adore the most.

"Who is it, M/n..?" The boy has asked you a question, being so soft like never before.

You turned around. Were you daydreaming?

"I-I'm clearly.." You couldn't finish your sentence. How stunned you were.. how he appeared suddenly.. "I'm clearly delusional." You collected the words that were supposed to make your assumption. You looked him in the eyes, and placed a hand on his waist, just to make sure.

He's real. You damn idiot.

"..Jeno." As you said that, your eyes looked to him like they were made of glass. As you were about to start crying. The man, who you've been attached to, has finally appeared. Not on the screen, but on your own eyes..

"You.. d-didn't tell me about anything." The stutters got in your voice. You were almost breaking down, the way you're not daydreaming anymore hit you, in a good way. You couldn't resist, but snuggle in his arms, and bury your face in his chest.

"Seoul to LA." He exclaimed softly. "For you, it's worth my whole time. My everything."

[jiminrings]

2nd long anon from your spoiler ask here.

did we vibe for a moment there, babe? bc damn. the finale. it’s a hot moment.

i can’t believe jimin wasn’t there to see drunk yoongi being a mess. he missed a good show.

but more than that, i genuinely enjoyed it. oc standing tall, no display of any emotion that could validate yoongi’s hurt. ‘twas cinematic.

i’m no less disappointed in namjoon. but i have dealt with emotionally sensitive but incapable of expressing feelings people pleasers. so, i want to it’s a start to starting to make things right between the siblings. hope he takes a long while and resets his priorities in a way that’s actually going to work this time around. like he himself said, he had money, has a prominent place in the world, the house is being taken care of, mom is going to step out and live for the first time in a long while. his personal relationships are what he’s going to keep around the most.

mom… ik I said i was disappointed how their bond was obligatory. and i’m happy that she’s realised this. she’s a human, who tried her best. and i forgot for a hot minute that yoongi’s mum is her bestie. so i get it why she continues to dote on him. i just hope that she takes benefit of that entitlement and yanno twists his year once or twice every month.

oc getting apologies. i was fed. i was happy. girlie has a loooong journey ahead of her to overcome the hurt, but at least now she knows that fate was never against her. now she knows that it’s the circumstances that affected her, fate had a grand plan. she had to wake herself up to it.

and whadya know!!? there’s already pre-orders made for everything that she can have when she finally leaves for home.

jk being and doing things for her, from the heart. bc he just wants to, so as to never leave a single doubt in her mind about him being there for her.

the store scene was hilarious. but the contrast between jk doing things loudly, and unabashedly to yoongi being quiet and almost hesitant and deflecting was something that needed to be viewed out in the open. I truly believe that is what she needed to see. that she can be cared for and be dear to someone instead of getting picked, making excuses or even downplaying her participation even if it’s just bickering about about paying.

i don’t think yoongi loved her less. he just didn’t love her right. which he wasn’t aware of nor willing to work out for himself either. so huge blame lies on his shoulder bc he went ahead and actively made choices that he only came to realise were wrong after he saw how much wrong he was deeply involved in. it is too late in that manner. for him to have a chance to love her again. but if it’s him attempting to make things right between them, well, it’s his stupid luck that oc is a rational woman now.

hanuel being smitten by jk. yeah i understand buddy. it do be like that with that boy. but that’s the contrast, jk doesn’t necessarily encroaches on anybody’s territory now he goes out of his way to demand space. he just has it. and maybe i’m looking too deep into this but the way he gave oc permission that she’s free to wake him up or manhandle him so she can sleep? that’s explicit permission that he doesn’t care if things are uncomfortable, he can be a little oblivious and sometimes differently caring about it, but never will he let that be an excuse when he can just listen to her tell him or take him by the hand and redirect him where she needs him. he’s ready. it’s unconditional. and that takes immense trust, to let someone have that kind of say in your life. considering she handled his career and genuinely cared for his well-being beyond his success and stardom safe to say he’s got more than enough reasons to just hand her the wheel of his life.

but he doesn’t actually negates his own interests which the way he was involved with the family. going out to fish and all. and oc knows she can trust him to be there for her if she genuinely needs him was so fulfilling to read. bc finally someone who keeps her in the loop and not as an afterthought. but as a second nature. like when you turn to see your person’s reaction to things.

and then they kissed. and there’s possibility of more. bc everything has changed. aaaaaaarrggghhh.

you’ve made my mind so active with every update. i can’t even- I have more, but i don’t want to eat up all your time.

you’ve give it the perfect ending. yes leaving was his choice. loving her quietly and still going into make the decisions he made was his choice. and knowing he’s hurt her, apologised and still loving her is still his choice. can’t fault him for that. what i do appreciate that he’s accepted she’s probably not going to be around him as much once they all part ways, so he’s soaking in as much as can. and he’s content with that. it doesn’t make him right in my books but i can think about this yoongi without wanting to immediately hurl a whole ass building at him.

love you so much. you need to be told that more of often, ms. rings! xx

MY BABEEEEEE WE ARE SO SO BACK THANK U FOR BEING HERE W ME!!! 🫂🩷 if only u can see me nodding at every word u jus typed whew!!!! my cat's nodding along w me because he thinks i'm playing with him!!!! i love everything u just said but MOSTTT especially about how yoongi didn't love her any less, he jus didn't love her right!! ALSO ABOUT JUNGKOOK!!! "he's ready. it's unconditional." stop. STOP. u are so good with words i could've never put it that well together i SWEARRRR . u can always eat up my time and i will always be happy to take even more time just internalizing + replying + loving!!!! I LOVE YOU SOOOOO MUCH BAE THANK U FOR BEING HERE W ME!!! 🫂🩷

[yukisdomain]

kenjaku, sukuna, uraume 2, 11, 18, 20, 23, 28; yuuji - 2, 11, 12,13, 24, 29

Thanks for the ask! This is going to be a loooong post.

2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

Kenjaku: After I started posting about them. At first I thought they provided enough material to joke about, but now I genuinely enjoy their character. The thing is, I binge read most of the jjk manga so I didn't get to fully process a lot of things until I was forced to slow down.

I enjoy brainiac characters who like testing the limits and think outside the box. If they were a better person, they'd be my type hahahah

Sukuna and Uraume: I don't feel strongly about either of them. Naoya and Mahito make me feel more mad than Sukuna, so yeah, he could definitely be less of a basic villain. Uraume is his saving grace in my opinion. I like them better

Yuuji: Immediately. The baby boy is too good and pure for this world, definitely didn't deserve all that crap happening to him.

11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

Kenjaku: "Mastermind"

Sukuna: "Heh, you could do better worse"

Uraume: "Simp"

Yuuji: I don't think, i melt, he's too cute

12. Sexuality hc!

Yuuji: Too oblivious to notice whenever he likes a guy ("we're very good friends!"). Yeah, he's bi.

13. Your favorite friendship they have

Yuuji: His friendship with Todo, it's funny watching him run away

He's a genuine friend to everyone he's ever befriended, so it really depends on the other party. While he and Megumi have their moments, I think Megumi is still way too stiff around him, so Yuuji and Nobara

18. How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

Kenjaku: too curious for their own good. Probably had shown signs of psychopathy early on but has learnt how to hide them and adapt to their surroundings as they grew up

Sukuna: bratty, noisy because he wanted attention, maybe misunderstood, kinda cruel

Uraume: that weirdo in the corner that watches your every move and is very obvious they are judging you despite their blank expression. Very quiet, nobody hears them getting closer so when people finally notice Uraume it scares the crap out of them. Basically could serve as an inspiration for those weird kids in horror movies

20. A weird headcanon

Kenjaku: Boy, can they walk in heels. Can do some competitive acrobatics level shit in them, no joke. However, they see their skill as nothing special and are confused by those who are mesmerised by it. Kenny still prefers flat footwear

Sukuna: Heard rap music while being in Yuujj body, liked it, could rap super fast if he wanted to. Spoiler alert: he doesn't

Uraume: they know how to knit and do that as a stress reliever. Whenever someone dares to tease them about it they just stab them with one of the needles (or both).

23. Future headcanon

Kenjaku, Sukuna, Uraume: Kenny will show up only to annoy the other two.

I'm sorry I'm not getting into it more, but the post is already long and I can't think of anything else rn. I'm just trying to enjoy the manga as it is

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

Yuuji: Junpei

Ok besides, you know, I think he has a hard time talking about his emotions. He processes them on his own and then brings up the conclusion he's come up with, for example that he has to die, or that he can't go back to jujutsu high after everything he (sukuna) has done. He doesn't speak of his loneliness, or how scared he is or whatever he feels in general.

Speaking of which, I doubt he'd be able to speak about liking someone/being in love too. Maybe with Nobara, but only if she's suspicious and really presses him about it.

28. The most unnecessary thing they ever did?

Kenjaku: There's plenty because: 1) they are old and 2) they have the 'let's fuck around (sometimes quite literally) and find out' attitude from time to time. But knowing them, they probably got someone pregnant and later realized it was for nothing (them and their pregnancy fixation smh)

Sukuna: waited for Yuuji to switch back after he defeated the finger bearer lol

Uraume: Gave their best to prepare a meal for Sukuna that he didn't want to eat. I can't imagine Uraume doing anything other that because they are very efficient and wouldn't want to waste time

29. How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)

Yuuji: the most loving, supportive (and confused) dad ever. If he had a daughter and she gave him the puppy look, he'd be a goner in mere seconds. He'd be strict very rarely and in that scenario his kids would have know they really fucked up. Like "we made dad mad... damn". Yeah, I headcanon that he'd have more than one kid for sure. He'd be forgetful (not saying he'd forget one of his kids somewhere lmao) and wouldn't be able to multitask for the life of him. But his children would prefer his cooking over their other parent's.

I think I covered everything. Sorry for the wait, have a nice day :)

[angryborzois]

I have finally gotten a new phone so I am now back to writing letters and posting it in this ask box

How is it going? Have not caught up to the Ren shenanigans lately so I’m wondering if anything new has happened since I dipped .I did manage to catch your ask a day after you sent it and it gave me the motivation to complete the last few exams. I am so glad they are done so I have a loooong Summer break (is this what you americans feel like? )

Also I finished alice in borderland today and MY GOD it was a RIDE. I somehow managed to forget about Chishiya’s death despite getting spoiled months ago. Worst thing is that I made a joke about him ducking in to save Usagi and then going 👁️👄👁️ when it happened. Thanks for posting about Chishiya to get me hooked on the show as well.

Don’t have anything more to say so Imma use this as an opportunity to dump some cat pics:

Hmm okay so a lot has happened

1. Okay so I went to the concert for MWAM which is the band that sings the kny s3 opening; they played that song live so it was hella cool

2. i got back into my kny phase and i feel like when jjk airs im going to go back into my jjk phase as well... i think my phases rotate 🥲 IM NOT PREPARED. GOD SAVE ME.

also i set my discord pfp as doma as a part of a joke and holy shit the amount of times ive been accused of being a doma fanboy is crazy lmfao

4. as u can tell from some of my posts im getting back into oc making. hopefully i have the energy to write a fic or two

5. So im visiting japan this summer ao currently im typing this out from japan. im visiting hokkaido for two weeks then going to tokyo, and boy hokkaido has been wild so far. a bear approached my car and also a fox as well. it was cool but admittedly the bear smelled bad😭the fox was really cute though

IM GLAD THE CAT PIC I SENT U HELPEDD

yes a long summer break is what we americNs feel like 😭

it feels weirs being thanked for my rambles abt alice in borderland but you're welcome 😁 THE LAST FEW EPISODES WERE LITERALLY A ROLELR COASTER😭 im so glad kuina and ann survived because i actually thought they died

luckily plot armor was on their side

why did that kind of rhyme JDND

ANYWAYS I SHOULD SHUT UP NOW LMAO

I LOVE THE CAT WITH THE FRILLS SO CUTE JFJS

I havent seen many cats in hokkaido so just have a pic of this kny collab tea 😭