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yandere-sins · 4 years

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this isn't from the alphabet thingy (so if youre only doing requests for that rn feel free to ignore this!!) but could u maybe write something for a reader who spends the entire academy phase pining for dimitri and then after the timeskip when they've maybe already buried their feelings, dimitri goes yandere for them maybe?

Thanks for requesting! :3 Let’s go!

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This much should be okay, right?

Even though you had this nagging feeling in the back of your mind, it wasn’t like you two were doing anything especially strange. Dimitri just... held you. A little too awkward and a little too tight, sure, but after all, he went through, could you blame him? Five years ago, this would have been a dream for you, and even though the world around you turned into rubble and dust, you couldn’t ignore the soft flutters in your stomach now that your wish was fulfilled.

You, too, needed comfort after all that happened.

Back at your time in the monastery, you had only ever dared to glance at the prince. Admired his diligent and firm way of thinking and talking, but also the soft smile and tender laugh falling off his lips. Every day you swore it would be the day you’d approach him, reach out to him. Yet, every day you hesitate, watching the chances you had, dwindle away and so did Dimitri. More and more did he start to distance himself from you and everyone else, for that matter. He may had his struggles - and you, for one, would have loved to be his confidant back then - but he never let them on, even if they were written on his face in pain. Only as things started to become more and more convoluted did something inside him break, vanishing all the light from his eyes and cladding him in somberness and hatred.

Dimitri was nothing like his former self anymore. If he spoke - and he did so rarely - it was hard listening to him, painful even. Before you stood a broken man, someone whose heart had been ripped out and trampled on before reviving him. You didn’t want to be the one pointing out his flaws, not when he was so important in the upcoming battles, and you were thankful for his presence. But he also wasn’t the man you fell in love with anymore, that much you had to realize for yourself.

And yet, who’d have thought that of all people, you were the one he’d let close. Dimitri had stopped talking to so many of your comrades. Stopped eating and moving, spending hours inside the cathedral, and not rarely did you wonder what his mind did in times he stood dead still.

Perhaps, something about the lost reality Dimitri embodied at this time was what made you take extra care of him. You, who got back so much strength from seeing the Blue Lions reunite, have both the prince and Byleth back from the presumed dead, just couldn’t abandon the boy- or rather, man you once loved. Even when he hissed and screamed about you at first whenever you approached him, it soon made space for more silence, and you calmed down, knowing you weren’t one of his victims-to-be.

All you did was bring him food and told him about the news around the monastery. When you took heart and approached him more closely to get his cloak, carefully pulling it off his shoulders with only an exasperate sigh falling off his lips, you almost jumped for joy, even though the garment was stinking abominably and washing it was more challenging than fighting in battle. But it was all worth it for the moment when you returned it, Dimitri adjusting it with daggers shooting from his eyes at you, only for him to mutter a quiet ‘Thanks’ as you left again. To you, this was the highest praise you could have received all your life.

So now that he decided to hold you, you couldn’t refuse. In the end, you didn’t know what happened to him or what he truly was thinking. But in these uncertain times, everyone could need someone to hold and rest their head on. Even a presumed monster like Dimitri, or maybe, especially Dimitri, needed it. You didn’t want to assume anything or think too highly of yourself, but perhaps your dedication of not letting him decay like he did before was the reason he chose you for a change of mind.

Nothing would ever be the same as it was, and you weren’t the naive teenager anymore you had been before. The teenager who still believed that nothing bad could happen in this world and Dimitri was a literal saint sent from the goddess. But your body wasn’t lying either, hands shaking as you returned his embrace, putting them on his back carefully, scared you’d make him disappear if you touched him.

Of course, nothing like that would happen just from your touch, and you took a deep breath to calm yourself. The happenings of the days... they still weighed heavily on your mind too. But how hard must it have been for Dimitri if you were already suffering? Another fight, another important soul perishing from the world. The head of house Fraldarius may not have died in vain, as his last breath was used to put some soul back into the empty, murderous shell Dimitri had been. So how much must the former prince be suffering right now that he’d chose to trust in your company instead of anyone else?

“Thank you,” he whispered quietly. It was only you and him and the wind howling around you two on the balcony you two had retreated to, but he still spoke as if his words were only meant for your ears and no one else.

At first, it had surprised you greatly when he approached you himself, smiling nonetheless. You were almost convinced you died; otherwise, how could you explain the change of heart he had gone through?

“For not giving up on me. I am thankful that you were there,” his voice sighed into your ear, and you felt the heat rise into your face. Luckily, the armor you two wore for protection also protected your heartbeat from giving away how fast your pulse was racing right now. “N-No problem,” you managed to croak out, scolding yourself for the ordinary answer you gave. It could have been your moment to say something epic! Something groundbreaking! But no, it was humble at best.

“I’m glad Your Highness is finally looking up again, even if what happened had been a tragedy too.”

Biting your lip, you thought to have overstepped with your words as Dimitri pulled back. But in the moonlight shining down on you two, you felt it rather than saw, as his hand cupped your cheek, the leather of his glove warm and soft. “Yes, I can finally see clearly again. I know now what’s important and where my priorities are. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for showing me.”

The kiss that followed was timid at first but changed into unreserved and unstoppable quickly. Part of your brain knew that leaning in and accommodating Dimitri was a mistake, something a teenager might have done, but it had been five years since you felt this way for him. The war wasn’t over, and a love story like this was only true in books, so there was always a chance for it to end in tragedy rather than joy.

But right at this moment, it felt like the world was restored to normality. As if his kiss could defeat all the evils and banish them away. Even if your love had laid dormant for so long, Dimitri was poking at the embers, stoking the fire inside of you. Perhaps, you hadn’t been over him as much as you thought five years ago when he was captured and vanished not long after. Maybe you had just ignored your heart, hoping that one day it would stop aching, but never abandoned your love for him.

“Please don’t leave me.” Opening your eyes faintly, you could see the reflection of the moonlight shining from his. His gaze was wide and adoring, but in it laid so much more than what you could hope for. In fact, you weren’t sure if those feelings you noticed in Dimitri’s eyes were feelings you wanted him to experience when he looked at you. “Not tonight,” he continued, “Never.”

Fear, desperation, desire. It all flicked through his gaze, his lips continuing to play with yours roughly. He sucked and pulled, his tongue slipping in the first moment your lips opened in a gasp for air. It was an amazing experience, yet, a part of you felt like he was devouring you. All these things began to make your head spin uncontrollably, his words being questioned over and over. What did he mean? What did he want? You didn’t want to confront him with wrong assumptions, but you also didn’t want to let him down. It was all so much - too much - to bear, and yet you simply didn’t want him to stop and go away.

“Of course!” you sighed into the kiss. “Anything you wish for, Your Highness.”

“Ah,” he whispered back, pulling you into an even deeper kiss. “The Goddess is merciful with me today. I’m so happy! I am so--”

Your body noticed it before your mind could register what happened, a harsh flinch jerking through every muscle. It shook you awake, slapped away the clouds that had fogged your brain, as you felt the pain coming from your lip. The taste of iron spread over your tongue, and you cocked your head away, reaching up at your lip only to find something hot and wet coating your fingers. Too thick to be saliva. Too red in the moonlight to not be blood.

As you went to question what happened, Dimitri’s lips crashed back down onto yours. An assortment of stings made you close your eyes tightly, drumming your free hands against his breastplate. You wanted to like his kisses, but not if you were bleeding and put in a tight spot with his harsh movements.

But you didn’t need to voice your uncomfortableness nor fight him as he quickly pulled away again. With a sense of horror, you noticed your blood on his lips, his tongue flicking out without ever looking away from you, to lick off the red color decorating him. “--happy! We’ll be together forever, right?”

You had no answer for him as he waited for your reply. This much, it should have been fine. It should have been fine to follow him into battle, to fight for him, and to celebrate his success. Even after all these years and the heartache you experienced before, it should have been fine to fall in love all over again, to care for him and accept him closer, right? Right?

Then why did it feel so dangerous to be in his arms, your lips trembling as they tried to heal the wound he just marked you with?

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lovely-jily · 4 years

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“we’re rubbish at lying”

hey! i had this cute idea and wanted to see where it would take me. it’s just a little taste of some wolfstar, and who doesn't love that? let me know how you guys like it:))))

"Sirius! You git, you can't hog all the firewhisky," Marlene yanked the bottle out of the protesting boy's hand. She took a swig of it, giggling slightly, which caused the liquid to run down her chin.

"I wouldn't have to worry about hogging it if you didn't waste so much," Sirius grabbed the bottle back, wiping Marlene's chin of the spilled drink, "You do know that some of us intend to get drunk tonight, right?"

The giggling persisted. She was making obvious advances on the boy, and he was obviously enjoying it. She was grabbing his arm, playing with his hair. Sirius always was a flirt, and loved when it was reciprocated. Anything to boost his ego.

They were in James’s living room. He had invited them all over a few days before the term started. It was their last year. The last year before they were thrust into the real world, before they were going to fight in a war that was no theirs.

Marlene and Sirius were sitting on the floor next to the fire, Peter on the chair behind them. Across from them sat James, Remus, Mary, and Dorcus on the couch, clutching their mugs.

James didn't want to drink, as he wasn't seventeen and he was smart enough not to disrespect his mother's rules inside her own house. Remus hated getting drunk, and Lily always assumed it was a control thing. She knew the boy was secretive and she knew that firewhisky was a good tool at loosening the filter that restricted said secrets (other than veritaserum, of course). Mary and Dorcus were probably going to get into the drink later, but the night was still young and they wanted to remember most of it.

Lily was leaning on the doorway connecting the kitchen and the living room. She was snacking on some of the pudding that Mrs. Potter had made and was watching Marlene's horrid attempts to flirt with Sirius.

"You know what I've heard about you, Sirius?" Marlene was now caressing his thigh. Sirius was simply laughing at her, looking over at James who had a smirk on his face as well.

"What have you heard, Marlene?" Sirius laughs at her as she leans in close. Lily could only imagine the smell of the alcohol on their breaths.

"That you," She ran a finger up his arm before taking another swig, "are like a dog in bed."

She grabbed a fistful of his shirt while the room roared, the four boys a little too loudly. Lily got the sense that she was missing out on some inside joke.

"Have you also heard how he humps his pillow in the dead of night?" James laughed, looking at Sirius's now red face.

Marlene looked at James as if she were pondering something. She then stood up, bottle in hand, and walked over to him.

"I've heard even better things about you, Jamsie boy," She traced her hand over his jawline before straddling him. At this sight, Lily felt her stomach drop and a burning feeling in her chest. Ignoring it, and simply wanting it to go away, she glanced down at her plate, playing with the pudding.

"Is that good?"

She looked up at Remus. He was in a plain t-shirt and jeans, and Lily found that his arms were rather scrawny without a jumper or his robes. She had never seen him in a t-shirt.

"It was," she smiled at him. Out of all the boys, she was the closest to him by far.

"Mrs. Potter is a brilliant cook," he said, leaning against the doorframe.

"I have a proposition!" Marlene exclaimed, pulling James and Sirius up and wrapping her arms around the pair of them, "Let's have a threesome!"

Lily gripped her fork tighter, looking back down at her plate. Her appetite was lost. She then watched Remus's face and it matched how she felt, although he was trying to mask it. But she could read through the stone expression.

"You don't like that either, do you," she said to him quietly.

He looked at her, and she could see panic flash in his eyes for a moment and shock on his face, "What do you mean?"

"You've been looking at Marlene all night," She said. It was true, even at dinner Marlene was making advances on Sirius, "Sorry to assume."

"Oh," Relief flashed over his eyes and he chuckled, "I just worry about the decisions of my mates is all."

Lily looked down at her plate, "Yeah, same. I usually have to mother Marlene when she gets into alcohol and I was just looking foward to a good night. It's a little embarrassing in all honesty."

"We're rubbish at lying," Remus responded, smirking and putting his hands in his pockets.

Lily laughed slightly, "We really are. But at least we have each other."

The night persisted and after Marlene stopped trying to hookup and started crying, they all went to bed. While Lily was brushing her red hair, there was a timid knock at the door.

"Come in," She answered.

Remus entered, wearing his night robes. He looked nervous, hands playing with his pajama shirt and eyes wild, "Do you have a second?"

"Of course," Lily smiled, invitingly, in an attempt to calm him down and welcome him. He looked almost like a deer in the headlights.

He shut the door behind him and sat on the dresser, in front of her.

"I've got to tell you something, Lily," the boy took a shaky breath. It seemed like he was near exploding, "And I don't want you to think of me any differently because I'm still the same person that you're close with."

"Okay," Lily smiled. She knew what he was going to say. Lily knew those scars don't come from "accidents". When she first met the boy, she assumed he was abused and her heart ached for him.

However, it became clear by their fifth year that an abusive home life wasn't at fault for the deformities. Lily figured out the patterns while they worked together as prefects, although she never confronted him on the subject. She didn't care, and in all honestly, she empathized with the feeling of not fully belonging in the wizarding world.

Remus looked like he was going to throw up. His face was pale, his jaw clenched shut.

"Rem," She took his hand, causing him to relax, "You can tell me absolutely anything and I wouldn't look at you any differently-"

"I'm gay."

That was absolutely not the secret that Lily had expected. She felt her eyes wide and her mouth go dry. She felt horrible for this reaction, but it really took her by surprise and she needed a second to compose her thoughts.

Remus seemed to take her silence as a bad sign because the boy began to go on a nervous rampage that was almost impossible to understand, "Well, I actually might be bisexual with just a heavy preference towards men, because I had a huge crush on Janet Prince in third year, but I mean she also was a Tom Boy, so who knows, but I still liked her and-"

Lily kicked herself for her reaction. She didn't care about his sexuality, she felt the same way about it as she did him being a werewolf, she was just so shocked.

She rubbed her hands on his arms, "Hey, Remus, it's alright."

He relaxed a bit under her touch, "Are you sure?"

"Of course I am," She said, bringing back her welcoming smile, "I just didn't expect it, is all. I'm proud of you for telling me though, that's not easy."

"While we’re on the topic," He looked in her face and smirked, "I'm a werewolf."

She laughed and the sharp change in mood, "I know."

It was his turn to be shocked, "How?"

"Rem, no one gets sick every full moon. I only noticed because that's when you couldn't finish the Prefect work and so I had a lot of late nights staring at the full moon."

"Sorry about that," He smirked slightly, blushing.

"Don't be. I was happy to do it," Lily picked her brush back up, "So I'm assuming that Marlene wasn't the one you were staring at then?"

His blush reddened, "No."

Lily laughed slightly, "I do think that Sirius flirts with you more than the rest of us."

He did a nervous smile, "Lily, while I appreciate that, I know you're just saying that."

"Remus, I wouldn't say it if I didn't think it was true. I know the damage that lies can do."

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seeuonadarknite · 4 years

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as a friend — yandere haiba lev x f. reader

request: Yandere Lev Haiba with shy reader who is Nekoma's manager and has has a crush on him ever since he joined? Everyone knows about her crush including Lev who is fed up with her denying it, even to his face 💕 btw I love your icon, I have the same one on Twitter but not pink lol

❀ ooh ty! at the time this was requested my pfp was just a manga icon that i overlapped w/ pink ahaha. hope you enjoy this tho! i am so sorry if lev is ooc i’m bad at writing him.

warnings: manipulation, nonconsensual touching, toxic relationships

"I.. I like you as a friend."

You timidly fiddled your fingers, despondently hanging your head low. As much as it pained you to feign your emotions and hide the fact that you did in fact have feelings for the lanky Russian, you were almost positive that they were unrequited. There was no way in hell that you were going to risk ruining your valuable friendship over something as trivial as a schoolgirl crush.

If only you were aware of how utterly frustrating it was for the male you had evidently been pining after. You'd deny your feelings for him time after time, but your actions spoke louder than your words. You made it obvious in the way that you clearly favored him over all of the other team members.

"Come on, [y/n]! I know that you like me. Heh, don't deny it!" Although his words were playful, it was hard to ignore the frustration that laced his tone as spoke. He was tired of you denying your feelings like a stubborn brat.

"N-Not true..! I have to go." Sending him one last sheepish grin, you bowed, stammering out a dozen apologies to the male you had let down once again. However, before he could even muster up a response, you were hurriedly making your way towards the two large gym doors.

If there was one thing that scared you more than public speaking, it was confrontation. Nerves were hitting you like a runway truck, and if you lingered around for much longer you'd surely end up humiliating yourself in front of the boy you deeply admired.

A frown tore across the middle blocker's face as he dejectedly watched you depart. Watching you scurry away after rejecting his advances seemed to be a sight he had grown used to.

This was probably the third time this week that he had pulled you aside after practice in order to try and confront you about your feelings. Perhaps he was getting.. too aggressive. Why would a timid girl like you openly admit to your feelings after being repeatedly cornered by the male in question?

He needed to have a change in plan. It was possible that the reason you wouldn't confess to him was due to the fact that you feared rejection. That just meant that all he needed to do to win you over was prove that you truly had nothing to fear, and that he adored you just as much as you did him. If not more.

Unlike you, Lev was very open about his feelings and had no issue with outwardly displaying his overbearing affections.

This would be a walk in the park for him.

It was during your lunch break that Lev had casually snuck up behind you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. The gesture in itself sent anxiety shooting through every nerve of your body. Was he trying to embarrass you in front of your entire lunch table?

What made matters worse was the fact that this wasn't the first display of affection that you've been shown by him today. Ever since you stepped foot into the densely populated school, Lev has been clinging to you like a bloodsucking leech.

"[y/n], I didn't know you had a boyfriend." Your best friend skeptically eyed the taller male's lanky arm slung around your shoulder. She had every right to be suspicious; you would immediately tell her about something as big as this.

You couldn't help but tremble in fear as your self proclaimed boyfriend squeezed your shoulder with his large hand. You wanted to frantically deny it, shake your head at rapid speeds, but you felt threatened with the way that his catlike eyes locked onto yours.

On any normal circumstance, you'd feel comfortable and at ease around the happy-go-lucky middle blocker. He had a chipper personality that made it easy for just about anyone to be around him. But ever since you bashfully rejected his claim last night, he's been acting extremely out of character. He's basically resorted to forcing himself upon you. It felt as if his goofy personality was nothing but a false front put on to bait people in.

"Yeah! She was so shy about it— I had to make the first move!" The way he naturally carried his words caused your stomach to twist into a tight knot. What the hell was he on about? Sure, you had feelings for him, but you never agreed on a relationship. This wasn't the Lev that you knew.

As you parted your lips to retaliate, you felt Lev's swift hand drift down from your shoulder to your waist. He squeezed the curve as if telling you that what he was doing was natural, and that you had no reason to deny his claims. Isn't this what you had initially wanted? Lev's treating you like a princess. You shouldn't be acting so difficult.

Inhaling a deep breath, you tentatively leaned into Lev's side, sending your gawking friends a plastic smile. This is what you wanted, you would remind yourself. The boy of your dreams is finally all yours, and you're rightfully his. But something about the concept of belonging to Lev sent chills running up your spine.

With the way that his arm remained possessively locked around your frame, saying you felt uneasy was an understatement. His obsession with getting you to come out of your shell and admit your feelings permeated his goofy personality. It made him delusional.

One could say you found comfort in the way that his lopsided smile sent jolts of warmth through your body. But his current behavior was far from lighthearted and bubbly. It was stained with obsession.

Lev seemed to notice the way you quivered in fear as he rested his head on top of yours, because after shooting your skeptical friends one last plastic smile, he moved his head and placed a sloppy kiss under your ear.

"Don't act so frightened, I know you've fantasized about me like this." If it wasn't for the fact that his mouth was directly beside your ear, you wouldn't have been able to hear his hushed coos.

If only you hadn't rejected his advances time after time, you would've been in this exact position. Only instead of fear coiling in the pits of your stomach, you would've felt fluttering butterflies tickling at your senses. This was all your fault.

You had created a monster.

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gothmikasagf · 2 years

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Hello! Can I get Stranger Things matchup? 🖤

Appearance: ‘00 liner. Female, she/her. 178cm tall, inverted triangle body shape. Ivory skin tone with birthmarks scattered all across the body (two café au lait spots). Light auburn brown, shoulder-length, straight hair with side bangs. The left eye is a mix of two colors – a smaller portion of (darker) greyish-blue and a larger portion of hazel; while the right eye is just a (lighter) greyish-blue. Heptagon face shape with high cheekbones and dimples. A gap between the upper front teeth. My style is a mix of the ‘70s and ‘90s, bohemian and casual smart.

Personality (good and bad traits): As a child, I was “mature” for my age - I would rather sit with adults and listen to their problems than hang out with kids my age. I think that’s why I want to study psychology and become a therapist. I identify myself as an old soul. When you first meet me, I come off as polite and well-mannered yet timid and reserved. But that’s because I have social anxiety and I feel nervous and shy when meeting/talking to people. The only people I’m “comfortable” with are with my inner circle – immediate family and friends. But even with them I, sometimes, don’t reveal my true thoughts and feelings - I think it’s called “people-pleasing”, but I’m working on it. I am usually more “open” with my friends than with my family. With my friends I can be my “truest-self” – I smile more, I laugh more, I feel more accepted and understood. I am the mom and the fashionista of the group. Don’t get me wrong, I am fiercely protective of my family, especially of my mother and younger sister (divorced parents). But, lately, I’ve been feeling like the “black sheep” of the family; a friend, who gives more than she receives back. I express my affection for the people I care about in little, but practical ways. My love language is acts of service and quality time. I can be a little stiff when it comes to open, gushy displays of affection. Others turn to me for help and advice. I’m kind-hearted and generous, always ready to help a person in need. Always have been motherly towards children. Very awkward at keeping small talk (usually with people that I’m not that close with). Absolutely, hate speaking in front of a public, and if I do, because of my nervousness, I tend to mess up my words and/or I practice whatever I’m about to say in my head at first. I appreciate the simplicity and am often most comfortable when I’m not getting too much attention from the world. I am sensitive – both to criticism and to others’ feelings (I sponge up the feelings, energies, and moods of people and the environment around me). Have a hard time saying no or expressing my true thoughts, feelings. I get influenced by other people’s opinions/thoughts quite hard (I take everything to the heart), that is why I tend to keep a lot to myself (may come off as a little bit tense, secretive, mysterious). I avoid the harsh reality by daydreaming (almost every day), sort of like a self-escape. I worry a lot and overthink almost everything. I am easily distracted and my attention span can be quite short. I can lack focus and be indecisive at times. I am easily overwhelmed by pressure and stress. There is a self-destructive side to me (self-critical, lack of self-confidence, body dysmorphia) that I’m working on by confronting my fears (coming out of my shell, practicing self-love, and standing up for myself). Don’t like taking pictures, or other people taking pictures of me. I feel most content when I’ve straightened out all the details of everyday life. I have a routine, that I follow by mostly every day, and if something small changes in that routine, I start to have a small internal anxiety attack. Also, I like to do things my own way, like, when it comes to cleaning the house or organizing stuff, etc. I get slightly triggered even if people don’t do the laundry the way I do. I guess you could describe me as a perfectionist, clean/control freak. In triggering situations I can be impulsive, spontaneous, quick to act. Quick flare-ups of anger/annoyance when being provoked on my patience. Even when I’m feeling low, I manage to find humor in life and have fun with whatever I do have. Although I tend to bottle things up, I am an emotional person and my emotions are genuine – I love and care deeply and wish no ill will upon anyone, yet it’s hard for me to imagine someone falling in love with me or just liking me.

Hobbies, likes: My hobbies are cleaning, writing (re-writing song lyrics, making small notes, writing stories), listening to any type of music, catching up on my favorite films and TV shows, hanging out with friends, going to the cinema or the club, being out in nature, reading, traveling, working out, cooking. I like history, tarot, astrology, witchcraft, fashion magazines (or fashion in general), road trips, spirituality, mythology, books, previous decades, cottage-core, dark academia, supernatural.

Overall: Hufflepuff. INFP. Bi-curious. ☀️ Pisces, 🌑 Virgo, 🅰️ Sagittarius. “Looks like could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll.” A feminist, support LGBTQIA+ community. That’s it, thank you!

I match you with...

Steve Harrington!

It may take you a while to warm up to him but he doesn’t mind.

He sometimes asks you for fashion advice since he loves your style.

Your being motherly is very useful since Steve is basically a single parent and the kids love you and always turn to you for any type of advice. (Steve loves that you get along so well with the kids)

He’s a very romantic guy but if you’re uncomfortable with him expressing it in public he will only do it in private.

If you become too overwhelmed when being outside he notices quickly and brings you away.

He tries to do clean and do things the way you want so he can help you feel less stressed.

If you feel insecure he’s always there to reassure you and help you overcome any obstacles.

He always tries to make you laugh.

He is spooked easily but tries to act tough when you practice.

If you let him read what you write he is over the moon, even if he’s not the best person to give you constructive advice he loves everything you do.

I hope you liked it!

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things x reader #Matchups

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countlessimagines · 3 years

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Hello! Can I get MCU, Harry Potter, and Stranger Things matchup? 🖤

Appearance: ‘00 liner. Female, she/her. 179,5cm tall, inverted triangle body shape. Ivory skin tone with birthmarks scattered all across the body (two café au lait spots). Light auburn brown, shoulder-length, straight hair with side bangs. The left eye is a mix of two colors – a smaller portion of (darker) greyish-blue and a larger portion of hazel; while the right eye is just a (lighter) greyish-blue. Heptagon face shape with high cheekbones and dimples. A gap between the upper front teeth. My style is a mix of the ‘70s and ‘90s, bohemian and casual smart.

Hi love! Hope you enjoy your ship requests <3

From the MCU…

STEVE ROGERS/CAPTAIN AMERICA

From Harry Potter…

REMUS LUPIN

From Stranger Things…

STEVE HARRINGTON

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musings-of-a-19yr-old · 3 years

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WELCOME TO #IMANI’S MUSINGS!

Welcome to Imani’s Musings; your #1 social commentary! You heard it here first(😉). From your host, ME; a self-inflicted outsider looking in, someone who is more often than not guilty of being a teensy bit too passive in her approach to life; someone who rather than get in on all the action, ‘prefers’ to watch ‘safely’ from the sidelines. In truth maybe it’s because I’m a little too scared to go out into the real world and fully immerse myself in the land of the living. Maybe because I’m terrified of rolling the dice every single day to see which experience I’ll have to settle for today; beauty? joy? pain? an up or down? a high or low? failure? success? Love? Hate? Adoration or Discrimination? The good, the bad, or the ugly? Will it be a dream come true day, a nightmare when it rains it pours day, a meh day, or all of them wrapped into one day?

So I limit myself to watching life from the sidelines, isolating myself, withdrawing from the rest of the world, and retreating into the cocoon of my imagination fearful of being rejected, of being told my screwball personality, and wear-my-heart-on-my-sleeve countenance are too messy, too awkward, too much to handle.

Interestingly enough, I have found comfort in writing, journaling, and using Plain-Ol words to create depth, meaning, belonging, nostalgia, and most importantly hope! Hope that I will one day be able to overcome the inertia with which I currently approach my life. The process of arousing the suppressed feelings buried deep within me, pooling together the most random collection of words to develop a stream of consciousness that adequately captures my inner turmoil, fills me with sweet cathartic relief, to say the least. Thankfully it also helps my over-active, hypersensitive, HSP brain to cope with the extra-loud, sometimes hostile, in-your-face, and confrontational physical environment by allowing me to break down the countless bits of overwhelming sensory information mercilessly flung my way, each and every day by the real world, into smaller digestible pieces. Interestingly enough this recently re-discovered hobby has become the source of my empowerment, my strength! My means of communicating with the outside world, my way of interacting with my fellow human beings who I yearn to connect with so dearly, to love, exchange camaraderie with, laugh with, hold hands with, hug, and share the deepest parts of myself with. BUT but who are more often than not put off by the aloof, reserved mask of shyness that I put on to shield my sensitive, introverted, spirited, idealistic soul.

The words on the page give me a voice, who would’ve thought that my imagination would be the key to unearthing this newfound feeling of confidence, that was previously so foreign to me. When I write I’m no longer the timid, socially awkward girl struggling to live up to the demands and pressures of our fast-paced, ever-changing, technology-reliant, 21st-century social life, I’m no longer an outsider looking in, I’m just your resident wordsmith, romanticist, screwball, HSP, young at heart but an old soul, overthinking-insomniac, with a wear-my-heart-on-my-sleeve countenance. It’s a lot, I know.🙈🙈🙈

Just kidding😅. Slowly but surely writing is helping me to not only discover myself but also to appreciate this person that I am discovering myself to be, instead of chasing this idealized image of perfection that I have in my head of who I think I am supposed to be. Most importantly I have discovered that only by laying bare my soul for all to see, only by showing glimpses of vulnerability, only by admitting to others that I am flawed, as counter-intuitive as it may seem will people ever truly love me. (Not the mask I put on for them to see, or an idealized image they have in their heads of me, but the real, unwavering ME!).

Moreover, I have learned that as different as we all may seem, on the inside you and I are similar as can be quite literally! we are all souls housed in a body of cells and matter, we all bleed red, and we are all kept alive by our hearts beating on average 60 to seventy times per minute. We are also very similar in the more abstract sense of our need for touch, human connection, love, and affection, we all fear rejection, failure, and the thought of suppressing our true selves our entire lives in order to fit into the societal definition of what is acceptable, being unwanted, cast aside or shunned by our neighbors, countrymen, families, and peers, we all tremble at the thought of never finding our purpose, of floating through life feeling irrelevant, of not mattering, of not making an impact, at the thought of being instantly forgotten the moment we step out of a room, or worse yet being seemingly invisible the moment we step into the room, going through life without someone ever acknowledging our existence.

The point is I think it’s time for me to let my guard down, come out of my shell and you know start to explore the possibilities that life has to offer, my purpose, and potential paths for my future, cause if not now, at 19yrs of age (during my youth; the supposed prime of my life) then when!!! Anyway, I have decided to give this living life to the fullest thing a go more often and this blog is my way of inviting you along with me on my journey, letting my guard down, opening up, and, showing off my writing skills, if at all I have any😬😬😅

P/S: Your welcome!😏🙃😝

TTYL!!!!!

BYE FOR NOW👋😉

SO GLAD I GOT THAT OFF MY CHEST, Phew!!!😅😊

#self reflection #writers on tumblr #why am i like this #can anybody relate?#my notes #love yourself #empowereachother #live laugh love #my quirks #blackgirlmagic imani'smusings musingsofa19yrold

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moonlight-yuyu · 3 years

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Hello! Can I get ATEEZ, BLACKPINK, BTS, EXO, Monsta X, NCT, and Stray Kids written ship? 🖤

Hobbies likes: My hobbies are cleaning, writing (re-writing song lyrics, making small notes, writing stories), listening to any type of music, catching up on my favorite films and TV shows, hanging out with friends, going to the cinema or the club, being out in nature, reading, traveling, working out, cooking. I like history, tarot, astrology, witchcraft, fashion magazines (or fashion in general), road trips, spirituality, mythology, books, previous decades, cottage-core, dark academia, supernatural.

thank you so much for requesting I hope you’ll like it! and take good care of yourself !☀️✨ of course you can here you go hun <33 I hope you’ll like it and feel free to request again 🦋💙

ATEEZ

Seonghwa <3

BLACKPINK

Jisoo <3

BTS

Yoongi <3

EXO

Xiumin <3

Monsta X

Shownu <3

NCT

Taeyong <3

Stray Kids

BangChan <3

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justafairytailofinnocence · 3 years

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Hello! Can I get Harry Potter, Peaky Blinders, Marvel, DC, The Hobbit, Horror, and Twilight matchup? 🖤

Hello dear 💖 thanks for the request.

For harry potter I ship you with:

Draco Malfoy🍏

- Your mature and feisty side is what attracted him to you.

- Draco would be defensive of anyone trying to attach themselves to you.

- Despite the harsh reality sometimes Draco finds it comforting to talk to you even after he was chosen to become a death eater.

- When it comes to gushy romance, he is the type to be clingy and show you off however he will lay off if you ask.

- You’re in Hufflepuff which made it even more confusing at first, but his father somewhat approved only if your pure-blooded and respectable.

- You would get married at the Malfoy manor and even have a child who’s a blood with Draco’s hair and your eyes.

For the peaky blinders I ship you with:

Thomas Shelby🚬

- He is rather cold and Icey and seeing your mature side, he wouldn’t mind that in a woman.

- He would invite you in his manor which would lead to many affairs and quite a lot of feelings.

- When he comes home bloody you would usually scold him for the fact you were scared.

- You’re going to have a hard life considering a lot of people will be after you and tommy.

- He would probably find comfort in you since your very alike.

- You would marry in a nearby chapel and have his child with his hair and your eyes.

For marvel I ship you with:

Loki🐍

- He would find you the only pleasing one to be around.

- You were working as a scientist or Bruce’s assistant when he kidnapped you.

- He would try to make you his queen whether he uses tricks or just by trying to seduce you.

- He likes the fact your rather intelligent and mature it would fit his ideal traits.

- You were forced in a hand for marriage in which case you managed to escape using your wits.

- You were rather soft on him after you realised, he was only misunderstood and eventually agreed in his deal.

- You got married in his dimension and even after some time had a demi God child.

For Dc I ship you with:

Batman🦇

- You were both quite similar and you even knew how to fight.

- Batman trained you and tried to make into his assistant along with robin.

- Getting captured is nothing new, you would break

- He would often verse the Joker in fights and try to save you from his evil plans.

- Cat woman is jealous of you.

- You get married in a chapel and retire as your lives is more peaceful. Your child is the next batman with your hair and his eyes.

For the hobbit I ship you with:

Thranduil🧝‍♂️

- He was infatuated with you after learning your not a threat and wanted too just be friendly.

- He would often invite you into his kingdom and even go on dates with you.

- He was rather fond of your love such interesting things like astrology. He would let you read the traditions of elven history.

- He would offer you to be his queen in a lot of ways.

- You were married in the chapel as legalos was fond of you and you had a child that was half elf.

For horror I ship you with:

Jason voorhees🗡

- He would normally stalk you and try to find out what your intentions are.

- It wouldn’t be exactly love since he was more so obsessed rather than in love.

- He would kill anyone your associated with.

- You would be tied up as he tries to please you by bringing you gifts and introducing you to his mother.

- I would say marriage would be a thing but at this point eh it’s more like kidnapped. Children aren’t a possibility.

For twilight I ship you with:

Carlisle Cullen🧛‍♂️

- He was introduced after you became a nurse.

- You were a vampire turned by esme as she was your sister.

- You mated with Carlisle after he left the volturi to convince you of a new life style.

- He started a family as you were the head of the coven along with Carlisle.

- You both married after he left the volturi and wanted to start a new life. Your child was a hybrid with amber eyes and your hair.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫

#twilight matchup #twilight matchups open #dc matchup #dc matchups open #harry potter matchup #harry potter matchups open #marvel matchup #marvel matchups open #the hobbit matchup #the hobbit matchups open #peaky blinders matchup #peaky blinders matchups open #horror matchup #horror matchups open

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honeycashmere · 4 years

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Love On The Brain

Warnings: Smut, face fucking, a little rough, angsty, a little possessive side to Chris

Summary: You ever been in a relationship where both you and your boyfriend have an attitude but love each other like crazy and sort of break up almost all the time only to make up all the time with some freaky sex? Yeah me too. Chris breaks up with unnamed ofc, a young feisty women. Her mind debates as she thinks of the time she was better on her own. After a stormy confrontation at her house she realizes a couple things...

Note: I posted this on my AO3 acct (@ goodonesgo) on August 14, 2017

It has been eight months since Chris broke up with me and within those eight months I found out, he began dating some no-name actress he was working with. He said it was because I was “too busy” and that going the distance would be “too hard right now” … Really? Real love is about sacrifices. I had to stand my ground which I’m sure no one he’s ever dated has done. I had to stand up for myself but I slightly bashed him in the process. Stating that I didn’t want to take a five month break to not do anything with my career like him. Yup I threw the shade. I mean I was a savage, not trying to be degrading just simply stating the facts. I was Miss Petty but what did he expect? I could’ve said worse. What little I said was enough to infuriated him. We knew how to push each other’s buttons when we wanted to.

Not only that but he knew what he was getting himself into. I’m working hard so hard right now to have stable future and to take care of my family for life. Money doesn’t just grow on trees. I mean, they do but they go through a lot to get into my pocket. I couldn’t stop my life and jump whenever he said jump. I know what you’re thinking, I sound like those crazy ambitious women who wear the balls in the relationship but that’s not the case at all. Yes it’s true, I want a long lasting career but in a relationship I want to take the back seat. I want to be taken care of because I spend a lot of time taking care of everyone in my life. Chris had brought so much happiness into my life and some stress when we broke up. I wish he was just more understanding. Maybe it was our age difference.

Every time I try to convince myself that I am not better on my own. That maybe just maybe I really do need someone to rely on, the world shows me something. Whether it was an ex friend’s true colors or another loser I had fallen for. The universe gives me signs. I’m better on my own. It was all unfair. Because if he were in my shoes and our relationship had to take the back seat so he could achieve his goals and dreams than I would of supported it. Instead he dumped me and within four months started dating his co-star on a new movie.

I had just finished a movie and headed home to my little place in LA. I was going to hang out with friends and possibly have a spa day tomorrow. After having to fly for over six hours, all I wanted was a pizza and a Netflix binge. It was 2 o’clock in the afternoon and I was already in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I couldn’t be happier though. Sounds lame right? Honestly it is going to be the perfect Saturday evening with no interrupt-

Brrrp Brrrp

Shit. I forgot to turn off my phone. I quickly glanced down and saw his name. I feel myself freeze. We haven’t talked in months. What does he want?

Hey can we talk? Heard you were in town. This was 20 minutes ago.

The last text message said: I’m outside. 2 minutes ago.

I can’t believe this mother- I look out my window to see his car in my drive way. I went to open my door and muttered, “What the fuck?” as I saw Chris get out of his car. I stood in front of my door way, definitely dressed incorrectly to entertain a uninvited guest. “What do you want?” “No hello?” he brushed the back of his head with his finger tips looking timid as ever but then noticed my outfit or lack there of. He started looking me up and down.

(Just imagine Chris showing up to your house looking like THIS.)

“Hello. What do you want?” I repeated, this time trying not to sound too brash. He stood there tall, his hands tucked into his jean pockets, the fabric of his shirt tightened in right places, making his muscles visible even hidden under… Shit. I need to stop. “I just wanted to talk to you. It will be short,” he said probably trying to reassure my already suspicious thoughts. “Can I come inside?”

“Hmm short talks don’t usually mean an invitation inside someone’s house.” I couldn’t stop myself. I was always a smart ass which is why Chris liked me in the first place. I broke face. I slightly laughed after my own comment, letting him know it was kind of okay to come into my house. I’ll probably regret it later.

“I thought you hated me,” he said, taking a look around my house. “I’m just trying to be polite. Now tell me why you came here.”

Chris paused as he looked at a picture sitting on my bookshelf causing him to sigh. It was a picture of us and his family at Disney World. He stayed silent, looking at our photo. Probably remember the story behind it, filling his mind with nostalgia. Which he loved by the way. I interrupted his thoughts by casually saying, “I haven’t been home in months. I didn’t take anything down yet.”

He turned his head and looked at me. “That’s actually why I wanted to see you, I wanted to talk to you about everything. Life has been crazy.” I felt like I knew where this was heading. I couldn’t let him charm me. “You can’t do this,” I said crossing my arms. “You can’t end it the way you ended it and expect me to be your shoulder to lean on. We can’t be friends.” By the look on Chris’s face I could tell he was offended. “That’s kind of harsh.”

“Breaking up with me and dating someone you worked very closely with… Someone you told me ‘not to worry about’… is kind of harsh.” I knew that had to hurt a pinch if not a slap but it was the truth. When I found out… I couldn’t believe it. All my friends tried to convince me it was a ‘rebound’ girl but I knew better… He stared at me in disbelief that I went there. “Sooooo we can’t be friends?” His voice went up in protest.

“No, we can’t,” I said firmly. I began walking towards the front door. I was ready to open it and hopefully get him out of my house. Chris took a deep breath trying to calm his frustration with me. “After everything we’ve been through… I wanted to say I’m sorry. I made a mistake... We broke up already.” “I don’t see how that changes anything.” What does he expect me to do? Just pretend this didn’t happen?

“She isn’t you.”

I visibly roll my eyes at him. Did he really just- I can’t. Did he really just say that? My annoyance grew. I could feel the heat of my frustration grow within me. “Yeah okay but you did what you did, and it doesn’t change anything.” “Can’t you forgive me?!” Chris asked genuinely.

“It’s not that easy.” I can hear the sudden raise in my voice. I tried to calm it. I took a deep breathe and reached for my next word. "You made me feel really bad... for being driven. You know that’s who I am. I want a successful career before a family. I’m young and you made me feel bad for wanting what I want. Then you dated that bitch.”

“Yeah and you made me feel bad for wanting to spend time with my family and taking a break.” He returned the attitude.

There was a moment of silence. I mustered up the courage and walked towards him. “It’s over, I don’t even know why you’re still here. This doesn’t change the fact that you broke us up.” I whispered. I felt both of his hands grip my arms firmly. “But I want to fix this. I want this. I should of been more understanding. You were right, you told me from the beginning what you wanted and I stupidly thought otherwise.”

He reached for the back of my neck pulling me into his kiss. I gasp and try to fight it but I can feel myself wanting his lips against mine. A feeling of passion I missed. The smell of his cologne, his firm muscular body, even the touch of the fabric on his shirt made me want this all back. My body began relaxing, getting familiar with his again. The heat coming off our bodies. Come on, stop. I hear my internal voice say. I forced myself to pull away from his strong grip.

“You can’t do this,” my voice cracks. Oh god. I really didn’t mean to sound so vulnerable.

“I only love you,” he said.

I looked away from his gaze. I knew I still wanted Chris. What I didn’t know is if I’d be able to take him back that easily. But he left me high from one kiss, like inhaling the first puff of thick smoke. “I don’t know what you do to me,” I say desperately.

Within a second I was pulled into him by his strong arms again. He rested his forehead against mine, breathing me in, and holding me so tightly I couldn’t even push him away if I tried. I looked up, staring at those blue eyes that usually hid when he was hurt but they were as visible as ever.

“Please,” he whispered. I should of said “leave” or “go“ but all I could get out was, “Fuck.” His lips crashed into mine and my body was lifted into his arms. He carried me from my living room to my bedroom, it all felt so familiar to me. Chris laid me on to my bed, quickly climbing on top of me.

“You’re mine.” He face turns into a determined expression with a small smirk creeping.

“Wow,” I rolled my eyes and laughed at him only making him chuckle. His hand pulled away my shirt, throwing the fabric on to the floor, exposing my skin. He started running his fingers up my side which made me tingle surprisingly.

“You think I’m kidding?” He smirked, his voice became low. “You belong to me.”

I couldn’t help but grin. He did charm me again with his delicious determination. “Then fucking prove it,” I said.

Chris kept that smirk on his face, scooting lower, pulling my bottoms off so more skin would be exposed. He kissed my thigh. I felt his finger hooked my panties, pulling them off of me quickly. The urgency to feel his touch was overwhelming. I lifted myself up using my elbows to watch what he would do next. One hand caressed up my body towards my mouth. He let two of his fingers slip into my mouth, letting me suck and lick them. Moistening them as began kissing my other thigh.

Chris slightly caressed my opening before slipping his two wet fingers inside of me. He didn’t even wait for my to response, they were fully inside of me and I gasped at the feeling. I couldn’t even remember the last time we've touched. He moved his face closer to my clit. I could feel the heat from his breath on my skin. How I wanted him to fuck me soon… instead his tongue found it’s way to my clit causing me to let out a moan.

I tilt my head back enjoying the pleasure he was giving me. How I wanted him to leave, how I wanted him to stay. He knew what to do to drive me crazy… He worked fingers in and out of me. I could tell from his sensual movements that he was determined to make me cum. I felt another finger find it’s way inside me and I looked up at him in shock. I was enjoying the stretch. I orgasmed so fast. Panting, moaning uncontrollably, and then I laid there flat enjoying my endorphins as I was wildly aroused awaiting his next step. I watched him quickly remove his clothes. Chris came up to my face hovering over me with a satisfied boyish smirk. He gave me a quick kiss too.

My orgasm was so good I was ready to please him as well. “I want you to fuck my face.” His eye widen at his smirk got bigger. “And then I want you to fuck me.”

Chris eagerly stood on my bed as I sat up on my knees. His cock was already erect. Right in front of me. I look up at him smiling giving his head a lick before taking him in my mouth. I felt his hands already on my head guiding me before he started thrusting into my mouth. His pace was steady and my mouth became messy. All my moisture coating his cock as he fucked my face and some of it dripped out of my mouth. He would stop sometimes only to let me catch my breath but I was ready. I was ready to be fucked. I grab his hands from my head, moving them away as I laid on the bed on my stomach, turning my head to look up at him. I arched my back a little, letting my ass stick up a bit.

Chris came down, grabbing my cheeks and massaging them with his strong hands even giving them a kiss. “God I’ve missed this. Your ass is so beautiful,” he gazed at it before giving it a nice slap causing me grin because I loved the mixture of pleasure and a little pain. Het got behind me, rubbing the tip against my entrance before sliding into me where we both moaned experiencing our mutual pleasure. I keep my eyes on Chris as he begins thrusting deeply in and out of me. His lips pressed against my shoulder. He steadied his breathing making sure as he thrusted in and out of me that I really felt him. My body almost forgot how good his cock felt. It would even feel more incredible if I was on top of him.

“Get off,” I said. Chris looked confused but did as so. “Lay down baby.” He complied liking my change in mood. I give him a kiss before getting on him reverse cowgirl style. I knew he would enjoy the view since his hands touched my ass as soon as I slid down on him. I began grinding on him really letting his hard cock hit me in the right spot. From the feeling of Chris’s hands gripping my skin to his pleasurable groans I could tell he was enjoying it too. I throw my head back really riding him, taking my time to build my orgasm. God it felt so good. I could feel Chris’s hands slap my ass cheeks again. I knew he was close and being patient with me. Enjoying the work I was putting in until I felt him sit up, grabbing me on top of him. My back to his chest, my legs spread and his legs bent. He began thrusting into me, his fingers finding their way to my clit as he began to rub but he gets impulsive again. He changes the script and flips me over so I’m on my stomach. He pulls me up so my back is arched and our bodies reconnect as he starts thrusting harder into me. My hands grip the sheets, my mouth bites the pillow as I’m being fucked roughly by him. One of his hands pushed my head into the pillow with the grip of my hair and the other hand wondered my body. I feel him reach for my clit wanting to make sure I cam before him and when I did I screamed in orgasmic bliss. I laid completely flat, ready to pass out in that moment but Chris wasn’t quit done.

I look back at him, completely flustered with a happy grin. I could see in his eyes his concentration and steady pace. His chest was pounding and turning red. His body was glistening from sweat, his muscles were looking so… tight. I felt myself more turned on than before. “Fuck me harder. I want to feel you cum.”

Chris made eyes at me. Smirking at my directions but he did so. He. Fucked. Me. So. Hard. Thrusting into me as if he were going to physically nail me to the bed. I felt his cock reach so deeply inside of me and out of me a hundred times causing me whimper. He gripped my hair a little tighter with his last few thrust as he came. He immediately fell next to me on the bed and laid there in silence for a while as we caught out breaths.

“I’m so fucked,” I said. “What’s wrong?” “No, I’ve been sooooo fucked,” I said while attempting to get up. I wanted to clean myself up and probably take a shower but Chris bursts out laughing and pulled me into his chest. He kept me there tightly which was probably a good thing cause I start to feel how sore I was going to be in the morning. “Does this count as break up sex?” I wanted to know.

“No, because we aren’t breaking up this time,” he said. “Whoa, you think it’ll be that easy?” I looked up at him amused. “Well your heart is connected to mine,” Chris said with the most satisfied silly grin. “Oh cornball. Don’t think it’ll be that easy. You think one good fuck is enough?” Chris chuckled. “How about a few more fucks then?” He pulled my face closer to him, giving me the most passionate kiss. It was all so easy for me to fall for him again within a matter of moments. “Who’s gonna fuck you like me?” I gasped, slapping his chest. Who does he think he is?

“Oh by the way, people don’t belong to me,” I said running my hands over his arm. My fingertips feeling the veins that ran up his arms. “I don’t care. You’re mine. That ass... is mine.” I burst out laughing, grabbing the pillow behind my head to hit him. “Get over yourself.” I tried to hit him more a few times but he gripped his arms around me even tighter.

If there was such a thing called “Dick Whipped” that is what I am.

#chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x ofc #chris evans one shot #chris evans fic #chris evans x reader

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nejitenforlife · 4 years

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Nejiten Month 2020

Day 19 - Querencia (Spanish) - a place from which one’s strength is drawn, where you feel most at home; where you can be your most authentic self

I’m back on track (for now) with these prompts! Sadly, I’ve decided to skip a few of this week’s that I really wanted to do, since I am so behind, but hopefully I can make up for that.

Word Count: 1,002

Neji never enjoyed his clan's family meetings. His uncle continued to use the side branch, thinking of them as lesser beings than those born into the main branch. Neji had long ago stopped caring what his uncle thought, but he was unable to refuse his commands to join the meetings; Hiashi had ways of making him comply, which never failed to frustrate Neji.

Walking through the front door of his small apartment he rented with Tenten, Neji was pleased to see her sitting on the couch, cleaning her weapons. Considering she had no upcoming missions, Neji could only guess she was getting ready to shoot anther one of her videos, which he would no doubt have to film.

Tenten glanced up upon hearing the door open, and a huge smile made her face light up. It quickly faded, though, when she noticed how tired he looked.

"That bad?" she asked, putting her kunai aside and walking over to him. She slipped her arms around his waist and leaned into him, her head tilting up to look into his eyes.

Neji instantly found his anger and irritation melt away at her touch. She never failed to calm him, especially after his visits with his uncle.

"Hiashi has opinions that differ greatly from Lady Tsunade's about how the village should be handling the current pandemic,” he told his girlfriend, his voice drained. “He wants the Hyuga clan to band together so that Lady Tsunade is forced to listen to us. I do not believe he cares about the larger populace, though; he just wants people to do things his way."

Neji didn't tell her about the other point of conversation that Hiashi had spent a great deal discussing—Neji’s relationship with Tenten. When they first started dating, Hiashi had let it slide, thinking Neji was just going through a phase—getting rid of the excess hormones running through his body—but as the years melted into one another, his uncle was beginning to realize that Neji was serious. Hiashi had blindsided Neji at the family meeting, confronting him in front of everyone, and demanded Neji to break up with his girlfriend. Despite being a member of the side branch, Neji was important, and Hiashi expected him to marry someone worthy of the Hyuga title. Neji was livid; how dare his uncle tell him what to do and disrespect Tenten like that! He had gotten into an argument with the older Hyuga, outright refusing to do as he asked, and cautioning him to never interfere with his relationship with Tenten. Hinata had tried to calm both sides, but as timid as she was, she could hardly be heard over the two angry males.

Now, back at home with his lover in his arms, Neji felt like he could breathe again. Tenten was the only person he felt completely comfortable around. The only person he could be his true self with, without having to hide behind a mask. Even with his closest friends and comrades, Neji still kept part of himself hidden, but not from Tenten. She saw and knew parts of him that he had never shown to anyone else.

"I'm sure your uncle wants the best for everyone in the village," Tenten said. "This pandemic is new to everyone; we need all the help we can get to figure out how to handle it."

Neji doubted it, but he also didn't want to disparage her words. He knew she wasn’t a fan of his uncle, but she still liked to defend him, to give him the benefit of the doubt. Neji thought it was kind of her, and it was just one of the many things he loved about her.

He sighed, his breath tickling the hairs around her face, but gave her a smile. He didn't want to talk—or think—about his uncle anymore, not when he hadn't seen Tenten all day. He nodded his head in the direction of her weapons lying on the coffee table, raising an eyebrow at her. "What are you planning this time?"

She grinned, always happy to talk about her weapons. "I was planning to show my followers the correct way to look after their weapons in order to keep them in pristine condition. But first," she wiggled out of his embrace and started walking towards the kitchen. "I made your favourite for dinner."

Neji's heart swelled with love at her thoughtfulness. He sometimes couldn’t believe that he had gotten so lucky to have her in his life—not just as comrades, but as lovers, as confidants, as family.

He followed her into the kitchen and stood at her back while she got his bowl ready. He wrapped his arms around her front and rested his chin on her shoulder, tilting his head to look at her profile. "I love you," he whispered, kissing her on the cheek.

She turned her head, a smile on her lips, and kissed him, her lips lingering on his before she pulled away. "I love you too. Now, let go and take your bowl. I need your camera skills after dinner."

Neji chuckled, knowing this dinner was more than a kind gesture after having to deal with his uncle; it was her way of buttering him up since she knew he didn't particularly like his role in her videos. He wasn’t the greatest with all the new technology constantly bombarding them, but he had learned the basics, for her. He let her go and took his bowl from her before sitting down at the dining table to eat.

He watched as she got her own bowl ready, his mind flashing back to his argument with his uncle. For as long as he could remember, Neji had wanted to change the ways of the Hyuga clan. And he would start by changing their view of who one should marry—because he knew that when the time was right, there was nothing that would be able to stop him from marrying Tenten.

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For You: Stand By Me

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Recommended Reading: For You: 4 O’Clock; these works have separate, independent, but deeply interwoven timelines.

Chapter 3: The Girl Who Wouldn’t Let Go

Sehun’s POV

In pre-debut days, before we were even grouped together, Junmyeon was determined that trainees should bond, so he wrote these little schedules of nearby events and sent them out in group messages. Owing to his busy university schedule, Junmyeon rarely went anywhere with us himself. He was absent that night in the drive-in too.

Although I was sixteen, I wasn’t especially eager to drive, so I didn’t mind when Minseok claimed the driver’s seat. Because I respected Luhan too much to complain when he bounced into the passenger seat, I quietly squeezed into the backseat where— as the youngest— I was sandwiched between Chanyeol and Kyungsoo.

Objectively, it was unfair that I was forced into the smallest seat because of my age. I get that Kyungsoo was older, and that was why I didn’t demand to trade seats. Still, I think that it only would have been right for him to take the middle seat because he was the shortest. I wasn’t really one to argue against rules, traditions, and societal roles, though, so I just folded my hands in my lap and decided that if ever I were the oldest person in the room, I wouldn’t get a big head. I wouldn’t abuse my power. I would be fair.

My members like to joke that I’m disobedient and border on disrespectful, but that’s not true. To tell you the truth, spending my Friday night in the drive-in with Chanyeol talking loudly in my ear wasn’t my idea of a good time, so my presence alone testified to my respect for Junmyeon before he was even the leader.

I wasn’t trying to be rude or disrespectful when I pushed Chanyeol out of the car as soon as Minseok parked. My legs were just aching from being cramped in the back seat, so I was eager to stretch and climb into the bed of the truck, where I could massage the knots that formed in my muscles. My eyes instinctively rolled at Chanyeol’s dramatized howls of pain as he tripped over gravel; he shouldn’t have taken offense.

As I eased my back against the cool metal wall of the truck, stretching my legs before me, Minseok smiled. His smile was always timid in those days. His voice was so quiet that my ears had to strain to make out his words. “Sehun, do you want something from the concession stand?”

Groaning at the thought of standing, I asked, “Are you going to pay for me?”

Having recovered from his trip, Chanyeol laughed as he sat next to me. “What a cheapskate!”

I didn’t think anything about what I said until I heard Kyungsoo’s faint snort of a laugh while he pushed his glasses further up on the bridge of his nose. Look— I firmly believe that seniors should pay for all expenses, and I still abide by that rule whenever I’m a senior— but I didn’t really know Minseok well enough to expect anything from him. All we had in common was that we knew Junmyeon.

Tugging my wallet out of my pocket, I prepared to hand it over with the explanation that I was too tired to walk with him after the full week of training, but Minseok wouldn’t accept my money. “Of course I’ll pay for you!” He was almost too nice. Sometimes, I don’t trust people like that, or I worry that someone will take advantage of them, but I was never worried about Minseok. “Just tell me what you want.”

I fit my wallet back into my pocket and shrugged. “I’m not picky.” Chanyeol laughed again— roaring right in my ear— and I cut my eyes at him. We were always friends, I guess, but we were very different people, and that’s why he was always on my nerves. “Just get me something sweet, please.”

Minseok nodded and, after listening to requests from Kyungsoo and Chanyeol, he took off with Luhan toward the concession stand.

Although too many hours had passed since the sunset for it to be bright enough to read, Kyungsoo held a book up to his face. He always liked to look smart, even when nobody was paying attention to him. Dropping the book to glance at me over the pages, he remarked, “You don’t seem like you would have a sweet tooth.

I blinked at him, never really caring much for people who speak in metaphors. A part of me wanted to tell him to speak plainly, but he probably wouldn’t have humored me anyway, so I bit my tongue. Besides, it didn’t matter what he meant.

Kyungsoo blinked back at me. It was obvious that he was sizing me up. That didn’t bother me so much; I just didn’t know what he thought he could discover about my character from my vague snack preferences. It’s foolish for people to attach meanings to insignificant things, but that’s something people do best.

I probably wouldn’t have responded to Kyungsoo even if Chanyeol hadn’t interrupted my thoughts to ask, “So, what movie are they playing?”

It wasn’t such a bad question. Because I only went to please Junmyeon, I didn’t know any specifics. Noticing that Chanyeol and I were looking to him, Kyungsoo answered, “Beauty and the Beast,” with a smile. He liked getting to share his knowledge.

“Like, the Disney movie?” I asked.

Kyungsoo nodded sagely, and Chanyeol lowered his head, whining, “I didn’t realize we were here to watch a little girl movie!” He was a little too obsessed with being macho those days. If you ask me, a hyperfixation on manliness is pretty lame.

Kyungsoo glared at Chanyeol. “Animation is not exclusively for children.”

“Dude.” Chanyeol returned his glare— sharpened it. “It’s a princess movie! It’s marketed to little girls!”

“Don’t you think you’re being narrow-minded?” Kyungsoo phrased his criticism as a question, maybe, because Chanyeol was technically his senior. “Beauty and the Beast explores significant themes about sacrifice, superficiality, the nature of love—”

Regretting that I hadn’t pushed through my fatigue to walk with Minseok and Luhan, I tore my eyes away from Kyungsoo and tried to will myself deaf to his monologue as I tinkered with our portable speaker. Upon finding the station broadcasting the audio accompanying the images projected on the towering screen at the front to the lot, I frowned at an obvious problem.

I interrupted the debate to announce, “This is in English.” Even when I squinted, trying to distinguish the finer details on the screen, there were no captions to be found. When nobody responded, I added, “I don’t understand English.”

Chanyeol nudged my ribs and joked, “Does anybody?”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. “Just appreciate the art of animation, Sehun.”

I huffed at Kyungsoo’s pretentious attitude, “How am I supposed to appreciate something I don’t understand?”

“Well—” Kyungsoo’s eyebrows knit together, and I knew that he was considering my words too deeply again— “you’ve seen the movie before, right?”

Before I could respond flatly that (obviously) I had, Minseok returned, carrying armfuls of snacks that he dropped in the center of the truck bed along with the bright announcement, “Look who I found!”

I don’t know who I expected to find when I glanced over at him, but judging from the drop of my jaw, I hadn’t expected to find Lei clinging onto Luhan’s arm. I hadn’t expected to see her beaming up at him as if he hung the moon.

When Luhan gestured for her to climb into the truck before him, she gasped, “Where did Heechul go? One second, he was standing next to me, and the next—” Her head turned from side to side as if she couldn’t imagine how she wound up at our truck.

As stupid and irresponsible as it was, I could have forgiven her for losing Heechul in her starry-eyed pursuit of Luhan. After all, she was just a kid. But I couldn’t forgive Heechul for losing her. Who knows what could have happened if Minseok and Luhan hadn’t been there to lead her through the dark? All I knew was that after that night, I wouldn’t be able to look at Heechul without confronting the urge to roll my eyes at his carelessness.

While Chanyeol, who never liked Lei for whatever stupid reason, stiffened at my side, Kyungsoo dropped his book to wave at her. “Hey, Lei!”

My eyebrows twitched. How did Kyungsoo know her? Glancing from Kyungsoo’s joyful wave to Chanyeol’s scowl to Minseok’s small grin to Luhan’s dimpled smile, I realized that Lei wasn’t a stranger to anybody. Except for Chanyeol, she had managed to charm everyone into being her friend despite the age difference.

It would have been weird to be jealous or possessive of a kid’s attention— even Lei’s— but there was something weird about recognizing that I wasn’t the only trainee she knew well enough to greet outside of the agency. It shouldn’t have been such an epiphany. I knew I wasn’t the center of the universe or anything. I knew that before we ever met, she was well acquainted with real idols. She was loved by real idols.

She just always had this way of looking at me that made me feel— I don’t know. I don’t like talking about this kind of thing. I guess that moment was humbling. I guess Lei continued to humble me when she settled into the space next to me only to excitedly chatter to Luhan in rapid-fire Mandarin. Despite my basic understanding of the language, I couldn’t quite keep up with what they said between giggles.

I guess I had always known that Lei wouldn’t cling to her crush on me forever. I guess I knew that I had been hoping for that day to come quickly, but now that I thought it had arrived, I felt weird. It wasn’t that I wanted her to like me or anything. I guess the issue was that if she had outgrown me, time really was passing, and it had done so without my permission. Nobody is ever that comfortable with time.

When Lei and Luhan fell silent just long enough to glance at me before laughing again, it was obvious that they were talking about me. The tips of my ears probably burned.

“Yeah,” I understood Luhan as he nodded at Lei, “he is pretty handsome.”

Oh. So that’s still what she thought of me. Weirdly, I was relieved. Some things would probably never change. Maybe Lei would always think I was handsome. Maybe no matter how many times I told her not to flirt, she would do what she wanted. Maybe people should learn to find comfort in constants.

Probably because she seemed so happy, chewing through a chocolate bar as she talked to Luhan, probably because I was kind of (just a little) flattered, I swallowed the fading urge to lecture her. I instead listened to Chanyeol growl, “Look, Minseok, I don’t care where you found her. I just know that she can’t stay here.”

Although Chanyeol hadn’t said her name, Lei was sensitive to his criticism. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she said in a small voice, “I should probably go. My mom is probably worried about me.”

Kyungsoo was only trying to be helpful when he offered, “We’ll help you find your parents.” He wasn’t trying to knock all the air out of Lei’s chest.

She ceased her efforts to climb down the side of the truck, collapsed at my side, and wheezed. I had seen Lei upset before, but never in my life had I seen somebody look so wounded by mere words— words that weren’t even harsh. Blinking at her, I understood: Lei didn’t have parents.

We never talked about her family. I would never know how to approach that topic— and I didn’t know yet that her mom was the idol who never debuted. I could just tell from her labored breathing that she didn’t have a father. That’s why she followed her mom everywhere. That’s why she sat alone at that table by the vending machine every day. That’s why she claimed Super Junior as her family, and that’s why they protected her: they were filling a void.

Had I believed that an embrace could mend that kind of deep wound, I would have wasted no time in slinging an arm around her shoulders to brace her against everyone’s stares. I didn’t believe that, though, even if I wanted to, so I just laid my arm over the edge of the car, cutting my eyes at Chanyeol (because he was on my nerves, and we were only in this situation because he couldn’t be nice to Lei for five seconds) and Kyungsoo (because, despite his good intentions, he prodded at Lei’s wound and made it impossible for me to ever overlook the scar again).

I said, “I don’t think we should rush to return Lei to whoever abandoned her at the concession stand.” I think I was angry. My hands were balled into fists, and my jaw was so tense that my words were almost unintelligible. I’m not sure, though; I’m not that experienced with anger.

Even before her breathing hitched at the word ‘abandoned,’ I should have known that I said the wrong thing. I wasn’t trying to make matters worse. I didn’t know what to say. I could only grimace at my mistake after the fact— after I couldn’t snatch the words back out of the air.

Luhan playfully tugged on one of Lei’s twin braids and, after earning the faintest grin, he said, “I think we should keep Lei! At least until the movie ends.”

Well. If you put me at that awkward stage— no, even me on my best night— next to Luhan, I guess it’s clear who any kid (or maybe any girl at any age) would prefer. We weren’t even in competition, and I felt like Luhan was winning. How stupid.

Nodding enthusiastically, Minseok agreed with Luhan, Chanyeol groaned, and Kyungsoo insisted (despite the fact that the entire drive-in was a dead zone) that we should call Lei’s parents, but Lei didn’t respond to any of them. She didn’t even seem to hear them. She only looked at me with big eyes.

Did she want me to tell her what to do? I guess that was something I did often enough without being asked, but— for the first time in a while— I didn’t know what to say.

Unsure of what to do with the authority she always entrusted to me, I cast my eyes toward the screen and fidgeted with the speaker. “Hey, Lei.” I didn’t glance at her, but I could still feel her eyes watching me. I know she wasn’t looking for fault. I know that she was just admiring me the way only a kid can. Still, I squirmed. “Can you translate this movie for me?”

Once I looked at her, and she understood that I was encouraging her to stay— resolving within myself to help her find her mom and Heechul once the street lights turned on at the end of the movie— she smiled. Her gap was now replaced by the metallic glint of braces. I guess I was just glad that she could breathe again.

Lei had just started to nod her head when a shriek broke through the quiet night. “Why don’t you shut the hell up? If you’re so invested in how this fairytale ends, I’ll tell you— the girl falls in love with the beast! He falls in love with her! And it’s beautiful! Now, get out of my way! I’m looking for my kid!”

In the moments before I realized that the shriek belonged to her mom, while the guys and I spun our heads in search of the conflict, I clutched Lei’s arm and pulled her behind me so I could shield her. In the event of a real emergency, I don’t know how effective my body would have been as a shield, but I wasn’t really thinking too deeply. At some moments in life, you act purely on instinct. That was one of those moments. My instinct was to protect Lei from the screaming woman.

In hindsight, even now that I know that there was no real threat to our safety, I am proud of my instincts.

Heechul’s voice preceded him. “Kimberly, you have to calm down.”

Recognizing Heechul’s voice, I figured that Kimberly must have been Lei’s mom’s name. My forehead wrinkled as I tried to fit the name with her face. It was weird, I guess, because I had never heard it before, just like I had never heard her yell.

“Calm down?” She laughed one of those hollow laughs. The scary kind. “You leave my child all alone at the concession stand, and you have the nerve to tell me to calm down?”

Heechul must have been stupid to argue with a panicked mother. “I told you, she wasn’t alone! She was with two handsome young men—” Minseok and Luhan, I assumed— “and from how she lit up while talking to them, I assumed that they were friends!”

“So you just left her there?”

“I didn’t mean to!” I don’t know how Lei’s mom resisted the urge to punch Heechul’s face that must have coursed through both of us with comparable intensity. “Besides,” he added, “Lei is, like, a black belt in taekwondo, so if she was in trouble—”

“She is a little girl!” Lei’s mom screamed to drill the rather obvious reminder into Heechul’s thick skull. Some kind of desperation ripped through her voice and caused Lei to tense under my grip.

Something about the frown I found on Lei’s face when I glanced back at her and the fear in her mom’s voice spurred me to action. “Come on, Lei.” I ushered her out of the bed of the truck, offering both of my hands so she wouldn’t trip. “Let’s go find your mom.”

Her small, cold hands trembled in mine, and as I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong, it dawned on me: she was afraid of the dark. She tripped once or twice because her eyes were fixed up on the sky, probably searching for the moon and stars.

Once we found her mom and Heechul after a few minutes that felt like eternities because of the silence and her palpable fear, I thought they would never stop thanking me for being, as Heechul said, a knight in shining armor.

“You’re welcome,” was the only thing to say. I guess I meant it because something like pride spread through my chest and pulled my lips into a smile even though it was dark and nobody could see it.

When I released her hand, Lei mumbled, “Well, I guess you’re leaving now, right?” Although I couldn’t quite make out the features on her face, I imagined from her tone that she must have been pouting. Without even waiting for my reply, she said, “Goodnight, Sehun. Thank you for helping me find Mom and Heechul.”

Mostly because I wanted Lei to be happy— and I realized that somehow, just by being around, I made her happy— I raised an eyebrow at her. “What are you talking about? I told you— I need a translator, and nobody back in that truck knows English. Where you go, I go.”

Hearing my excuse for tagging along, neither her mom nor Heechul objected. Breathing another sigh of relief because Lei was safe and sound, they led us back to their car. As Heechul finally started to apologize for losing Lei in the first place, nobody noticed that Lei was bold enough to reach for my hand again with the whispered excuse, “I don’t want to get lost again, Sehun.”

I gave her a stern stare— the one I tried to reserve for the lectures about acting appropriately around boys— and I know she must have felt it. I know she must have been able to see it even in the darkness when she looked up at me, but she wouldn’t let me go.

I guess because I started it by holding her hand first, I guess because I didn’t want her to get lost again either, I guess because I wanted to be some comfort even if I couldn’t cure her fear of the dark, I guess because I didn’t want to risk driving the smile from her face, I just let her do what she wanted that one time.

That one time would become two times and then three and then a hundred and then a thousand and then a million until I didn’t know how to tell her no anymore, until I didn’t want to tell her no anymore, until I didn’t know what to do when she wasn’t bold anymore, until I didn’t quite know what to feel when she didn’t look at me first anymore. When I walked with her through the night that was too dark to find any stars or even the moon, I swear I never imagined that she would grow into somebody that I love in the heart-fluttering, gut-wrenching, world-changing kind of way.

Then, Lei was just a kid who deserved a protector, and I was just one of many who tried to overfill the place of a father who never should have left her.

As I walked with her, deciding what I would say to Chanyeol when he would inevitably curse me for ditching him (again) for Lei, I told myself that I wouldn’t have been able to find my way back to the truck anyway. And it wasn’t a lie, I swore as Lei’s translation of the movie— complete with unique voices for each character— captivated everyone in her mother’s car.

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I’ve always struggled finding someone who I think would make a good Damian. I love the voice actor from the DCAU, and even the kid who did the voice in the Harley show lol, but live action wise I’ve never really settled on a kid I’d think would do a really good job. I’d love to know everyone’s own fan casting and who they would think would make a good Damian. :)

Mother’s Day pt.2

Damian couldn’t stop himself from watching the whole scene play out in front of him, cursing Drake as he knew that this was his plan all along. Drake wanted to rub it in his face no matter how hard he would deny it when Damian confronted him on it later. The bitter taste of the sweat was all Damian could taste as he slowly began to peel off his costume after a long and tiring night of patrolling Gotham City. His eyes darted from person to person, trying to keep the sudden annoyance down in the pit of his stomach.

His father stood off near the batcomputer, slowly getting ready to call it a night, overlooking some files. His father had his cowl off, the tiredness of a long night out in the city showing on his face. A little ways away stood his sister, politely excepting the water bottle Alfred was now handing out to each of them. He started to head towards the pair to retrieve his own but halted. Drake approached them, clearly hiding something behind his back, underneath his cape. He turned around, simmering but kept listening as Drake began to speak.

“Hey, staying the night?” Tim cleared his throat as he approached Halley, a hint of hopefulness reaching his voice.

The girl chugged her water bottle, capping it off with a sigh. The cold liquid felt good running down her throat. Placing the near empty bottle on a nearby desk she turned to give Tim her full attention. With a smile, she leaned up against the desk, her muscles sore. “Nah, I have to head to the library first thing tomorrow, finish up my term paper.”

“I can help you. Use the library here,” Tim frowned, offering his help. He hadn’t seen his sister as much as he’d like over the past few months. She’d been busy with her last year of college and the internship she started this year at the Gotham Gazette.

He did get to see her two weeks ago but that didn’t really count. He’d never gotten to meet the Robin before him, Jason Todd, but Halley spoke very fondly of him. They had grew extremely close he learned and she was absolutely devastated when the Joker killed him six years ago. And for the last couple of years, Tim would accompany with her to visit Jason’s grave on his death day because she could never bring herself to handle going alone.

“As much as I would love that, it’s actually a study date.” She bit her lip, looking at her feet.

“Wow, like a date, date?” Tim was taken aback, almost looking proud at the older girl. All the years he’s known her, she’s never been one for dating or having interest in anyone.

“Yeah, we’re going to go to this café; the one on fifth, the one you said had really good coffee muffins.” She nodded, still timid about the date itself. She hadn’t been on a date in six years. It felt weird, but Dick told her it was time to start moving on and Dick had never led her astray before so, she was going to try. Jason would want her to anyway, she kept telling herself.

“Well, I hope you have a good time. And actually get some work done.” Tim chuckled. “Well since I won’t see you in the morning and it’s technically the tenth right now, here you go,” Tim said, pulling out what was hidden behind his back.

Halley looked down at the items that were being outreached to her, her eyes already getting watery. Tim really didn’t understand how much this stuff meant to her. Glazing over the card, seeing it goofily decorated with glitter and cute little doodles, Halley couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. She thought it was adorable. Opening it up, she read what he wrote inside, chuckling more at the little stick figures of Nightshade and Red Robin. Inside it read: A mother is the person you can always call to see how long chicken can last in the fridge.

Shaking her head at him she moved to the other item he handed her. It was a medium sized box wrapped in wrapping paper with little cute cartoon pugs and an oversized purple bow. Putting the card in between her armpit, in order to not drop it, she tore the wrapping paper apart, letting out a squeal, causing everyone to look at her in shock; it took a lot to make the former assassin to squeal in pure giddiness.

Damian was now almost fuming as Halley lunged herself into Tim, nearly tripping the boy over in her excitement. Her grip on him was tight, as was her grasp on the gift she still held in her hand, as if holding onto it for dear life. She couldn’t believe he got her this,

“How did you get this? It sold out in seconds!” She pulled away, now hugging the object to her chest, “Tim you really didn’t have to do this, I totally didn’t realize the date, with school and-,”

“I knew how much you wanted it and were bummed when you had to go on that mission with the Titans when it went on sale and so I ordered it for you, so you didn’t miss out.” Tim cut off her rambling, shrugging her off. “I was going to give it to you for Christmas, but it didn’t come in on time so I saved it for this.”

“I can’t wait to show Steph!” She excitedly held it up to look at the smooth and shiny new box, revealing it to everyone in the room the newest Jeffree Star and Shane Dawson palate. “You’re literally the best Tim.” She pulled him into another hug, this time a quick one, no one noticing how Damian was now practically steaming. “What are you doing Wednesday? I’m only at the Gazette until like noon, we should hang out, go to the movies or arcade or something once you’re out of school. I’ll pick you up.”

“I promised I’d help the Titans with something, it’s not an emergency though-” Tim frowned, hesitating, he could try and reschedule.

“No, no it’s okay. I know you’ve missed them, being busy with school and all,” She waved off, scrunching up her nose. “We’ll figure it out, but soon, we gotta at least go get burgers or something. It’s been too long.”

Damian watched as Halley began to start saying her goodbye, realizing that it was nearly five am at this point and wanted to try to get at least three or four hours of sleep before she had to be up for her date. She called out a goodbye to Bruce and Alfred, shooting Tim another thank you and smile before heading to the showers to change and grab her bag to head to her apartment in the city. On her way out, Damian felt his cheeks turn red as she nicely wished him goodnight, smiling wider than she did to Tim. Feeling a strange pang in his chest, he brushed her off, muttering a grumpy ‘night, before curtly turning to head up to the Manor.

He was unamused by the exchange between her and Drake. He was only under the impression that he was giving her that immature card, not a gift as well. She looked so happy that it almost appeared that Drake was indeed the favorite brother, which absolutely could not possibly be true. He was the blood brother, he reminded himself. He couldn’t let Drake outshine him like that. It wasn’t even because he cared that much, it was just unacceptable. If it had been Grayson it might sit a little easier with Damian but Drake?

Damian thought about it until the sun shined through his windows, making him even angrier. Why was he letting this get to him as badly as it was? It was just a stupid card and a box of colorful dirt. But that stupid card and box of colorful dirt still stood in his mind for the following days, making it nearly impossible for him to concentrate on anything else. His father asked him what was wrong during patrol the following nights, only to get a growl here and a grunt there in response. If Damian had to see Drake’s smug look one more time during these moments, he’d finally kill him, his father be damned.

Damian couldn’t believe how much he let this get to him. He tried to deny it; blame it on hormones or whatever Grayson called the cause of his mood swings. He didn’t even begin to consider admitting he was jealous of his sister’s close relationships with his so called brothers until he found himself standing in front of the Gotham Gazette at 1:50pm. Gritting his teeth, he walked straight in. Once he reached the front desk, he said he was here to see his sister. He was a Wayne, they knew who he was and the woman nervously pointed him to the way to the office his sister worked in.

The look of worry and shock his sister wore as he stood in front of her desk confirmed that this had indeed been a terrible idea. She had been head deep in her computer, typing away furiously, while on the phone, barking out questions and demands; something about needing to have some interview with some councilman rescheduled ASAP. Damian was impressed as she spoke. He was used to her stern voice from working with her on missions but this was different, she seemed so professional but scary; he almost felt bad for whoever she was talking to on the phone, but also felt proud by the way she was demanding things like an al Ghul would.

She must have thought that he was someone else who knocked on her door for when she slammed the phone down, she didn’t even look up at him, just outreached her hand waiting to be passed something. She was expecting someone. She was busy. This was a terrible idea, Damian thought to himself in a slight panic. Was that sweat starting to form on his brow? Grow up Damian, he spat to himself.

When her hand stood empty she shook it aggressively as if silently saying to hand her something. Damian raised an eyebrow at her and when she was still left empty handed, she whipped her head up, clearly irritated. She was tired from another all-nighter. She couldn’t even consider going on patrol last night, which was something she never missed up until the last couple of months. She was itching to be done with school already.

She had to stay up all night trying to make a backup plan for her final article and paper. She was writing about the coming election, making a strong article highlighting the past Mayor’s and city officials. It was a puff piece, but a damn good one. She wanted it to be perfect so that way when she graduated in June she’d hopefully get to stay at the Gazette permanently. But at the same time, she was also just trying to use her connection with the paper to weasel her way into an interview with councilman, Rupert Thorne.

Her paper had been her obsession since starting it; she was exposing the corruption of city hall and it was at the point where her grade didn’t matter, she just wanted it to be done so she could publish it. Everyone knew that Gotham was corrupt, but no one really talked about, just complained about the crazy, dressed up weirdos that tormented the city at night. People like Scarecrow, Riddler and the Joker make people overlook villains who in her opinion where just as bad. For example, Rupert Thorne

He had his nose deep in too many illegal operations running out of Gotham that Halley and even Bruce lost count. He had the audacity to run for mayor this election season, as being a councilman wasn’t enough for someone like Thorne. If he won this, Gotham was more screwed then it already was. Without at least speaking with him once her entire paper and grade would be ruined. And she couldn’t exactly go as her alter ego and force him to talk to her. That would raise too many questions. She didn’t even care as she named dropped Bruce, making sure they knew that she was Halley Wayne; she was desperate.

When she saw Damian though all thoughts about Thorne left her mind and her face softened before scrunching up again with concern. Damian never visited her before a she had been pretty sure he forgot that she interned here a couple days out of the week. Stopping her work, she looked up at him, looking around the room as her co-workers eyed them curiously. “Damian, is everything okay? What happened?”

“Tt.” He crossed his arms.

“Damian, is everything okay?” She pressed, seeing that look in his eyes when he looked stressed or in trouble.

“Nothing is wrong, I-,” He paused. He hadn’t figured out what to say. He didn’t prepare for this. Gulping down his anxiety, he took the seat that was across from her desk. He could see the bags underneath her eyes and the untouched food sitting at the other end of the desk. He also noted how the clock said that it was now a couple minutes past two. “Didn’t you tell Drake you were done with work at noon?”

Halley blinked a few times, now knowing that there was no emergency but instead was just thrown off. What was he talking about? Looking down at the time on her laptop it clicked. Her conversation with Tim in the cave, about possibly hanging out today. Oh right, she remembered. Looking back up at her younger brother she gave him an unsure look, she didn’t understand why he was here.

“Um, yeah, well I don’t have a concept of time when I’m in here.” She lightly chuckled, trying to get a vibe on why he was here. Rubbing the black beanie on her head, itching her head awkwardly, “Most times the janitor has to kick me out.”

She looked at him when he just nodded at her, still not stating why he was sitting in front of her. She was surprised he remembered her conversation with Tim, she hadn’t thought he had been listening and it was like they were talking that loudly for him to be forced to overhear him. She had taken note of Tim texting her about how unbearable he’s been since last Sunday though. She bit the inside of her cheek, was Damian jealous? She laughed to herself, there was no way. But when she have him another look over she saw his green eyes staring at her messy desk with a slight pout on his face. Oh he was totally jealous of Tim, she thought.

She looked at her untouched lunch, having totally losing herself in her work and forgetting it even existed. She then felt her stomach growl, seeing how Damian noticed it as well, raising his eyebrow higher, if that was even possible. Quickly saving the document she was working on, she slowly closed her laptop, letting what she was about to do sink in. Trying to contain her smile, not wanting to scare him off before she could even begin, she cleared her throat.

“So do you like Burgers?”

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The Moon Signs of Bojack Horseman Characters

Just my opinion, I am not aware of the canon moon signs if there are any. :)

Mr Peanutbutter - Leo Moon in the 7th House: Although it may seem stereotypical to give the character who loves attention a Leo placement, I do actually think this makes sense. A key component of the Leo moon is that they love to entertain others and have an easy flow of charisma. Both things are applicable to Mr peanutbutter and we can see this most prominently through the various types of events he puts on within his house ie. a reality TV show, election campaign etc, etc. Another, more negative aspect of the Leo moon is their childish nature that can be transmuted into arrogance. We constantly see Mr. PB engage in very childish acts, such as buying Diane a belle themed library, and his childish nature can be argued to be one of the main facets of his personality that he tries to eradicate towards the series denouement. As the Moon represents relationships with the parents, specifically the mother, this childishness can be reflected in the parents outlook on life. Whilst there is no indication Mr Peanutbutter sees his parents as childish as the audience we can deduct that they most definitely are, partly from being dogs and also their inability to teach him about ‘important’ matters, such as death, preferring to say that a dead relative has gone to a ranch and is having a relaxing time. Because Leo is represented by the lion another key factor of Leo moons is there obsession with pride, we see this multiple times throughout his trajectory but more importantly we see him take pride in his friends accomplishments, Todd’s various creations, Bojack’s role, Diane’s intellect - this love of other people transpires to his Leo moon being in the 7th house. So, the 7th house is ruled by Libra and because of this people with the moon in this house can place a lot of emphasis on romantic relationships, finding love to be the sole benefactor to their emotional upkeep. He definitely does have his emotional security come from his romances, shown very clearly through his inability to remain single - the childlike nature of the Leo moon comes into shine when in these relationships too as he often only pursues women who are a lot younger than him. Many argue that this is due to a darker desire for unfair power dynamics but I see it as hum just trying to find a woman who shares his youthful ideals, someone like pickles.

Bojack - Scorpio Moon in the 10th house: Again, it may seem redundant to give the cynical character with a bad childhood a Scorpio moon but I do actually think it matches up well. The Scorpio moons relationship with the mother is known to be turbulent, with the mother often not providing the child wit the correct emotional nurturing. But another aspect of the mother is that she can be seen to be highly secretive, this is definitely true for Beatrice, she is secretive about her affection for Bojack, secretive about Henrietta and secretive about her own family life, never actually recounting any of these tales to Bojack until she gets dementia. Scorpio moons are often praised for their keen sense of ambition, and as we follow Bojack through his later years we often forget that he was a highly ambitious man, writing to secretariat, doing comedy clubs, constantly trying to find jobs. As for the negative aspects, these moon signs can be moody, vengeful and judgmental. Throughout Bojack’s character arc we see him desperately try to expel these traits in himself, failing miserably thus causing a drug/alcohol relapse. This is because these traits are innate to him, through his fixed moon sign. Another thing to mention is that the Scorpio moon is ruled by Mars, the planet of aggression, this helps us to understand why Bojack is so overly agitated of his own emotions and even sometimes the emotional needs of other people, such as Gina. Something else which is quintessentially Scorpio moon is that they are secretive about their feelings, and whilst this is partly true for Bojack we watch within the first two seasons how he uses his negative emotions to create a best selling book, this is because of the moon in the 10th house. The 10th house’s main focal point is career and it is because of this that Bojack has a harsh aspect within his chart - the innate desire to keep his emotions unspoken and the desire to be successful and use his emotions to advance his career. And from this we see that Bojacks desire for recognition (probably stemming from the lack of nurturing as a child) out-weighs his Scorpio influence, this leads me to believe that the moon in his chart has some positive aspect relating to his midheaven, Chiron or north node.

Princess Carolyn - Capricorn Moon in the 2nd house: I honestly believe Princess Carolyn fulfils every trait of the Capricorn moon, she is essentially the archetype of an ‘emotionless, hardworking’ woman who secretly has a lot of emotions she keeps secret. Practical, sensible, rational and ambitious are all traits of the Capricorn moon that align perfectly to her approach to life. The most Capricorn moon emotion she exhibited was when she looked into the mirror and said ‘serves you right for having feelings’, when I watched this, as a Capricorn moon, I instantly thought that she must have a Saturn ruled moon as she way she represses emotions and sees them as weakness is so quintessentially Saturn. A positive trait of this moon sign is that they can have a strong sense of worth and because of this can set clear boundaries with others - this is something she masters as the show progresses and it was truly great to watch. However, a boundary she always fuses is her emotional attachment to work. The Capricorn moon gets a lot of self satisfaction out of their achievements so it is no surprised Princess Carolyn struggles to create a healthy distinction between these two important life aspects. The episode, ‘Ruthie’ was a perfect example of the Capricorn moon in its fall - with her looking at the prospect of a child as more of a project than a really fun, exiting moment, this highlighting her inability to separate the work from the home life. Much like the Scorpio moon, this moon placements often has a tough time with the mother figure in their life. This is true within Carolyn's life. The Capricorn moon often has a mother who is either too strict, too domineering, too harsh. Or a mother who is too neglectful - particularly emotionally. The interesting thing about Carolyn’s mother is that she is both, she was constantly emotionally unavailable towards her daughter and often neglected all of her children's needs, forcing Carolyn to have to look after her siblings. On the other hand, when Carolyn falls pregnant at 18 her mother switches to the overly harsh parenting approach, conducting Carolyn's life to stay at home and be a mother. This relationship with the mother links closely to the moon being in the second house. The second house is ruled by Taurus and therefore equates to wealth, however when the moon is in the second it can represent a negative attachment to money and material possessions. We see through the fact she grew up in a ‘poor’ household and through her attachment to her necklace which she believes was really expensive, which, of course turned out to be really insignificant and cheap. However, the energy between the Capricorn moon in the second house gives one a fantastic work ethic towards making money - something which is obvious through Carolyn's personality. Having a Capricorn moon makes sense in her relation to Bojack’s Scorpio moon, she sympathizes with his rough childhood whilst also being able to maintain a strong outward show of being the ‘good agent’.

Todd Chavez - Moon in cancer, 11th House: Because the moon is in its ruling planet in Cancer we see that those with this placement are highly sentimental and open to empathy. This is reflected in his character as he repeatedly empathizes wit the plights of the character around him, always trying to maneuver himself into helping others. This deeply sensitive placement has the negative trait associated with all cancer placements and that is that it is passive aggressive. So whilst Todd is not a massive aggressive character we see the moments of confrontation surrounding him to be subdued and therefore passive aggressive. This placement craves emotional; support and intimacy from the Moher, intimacy that they may not be allowed - we can see this reflected in his kidney dilemma towards the end of the series. As for the moon being in the 11th House, this house can often represent a lack of understanding and a feeling of otherness. Despite Todd's positive moon sign, no one really understands how he feels, ever. His dad doesn't understand his lack of ambitious, Bojack not understanding his need for comfort and all characters not really understanding his asexuality. This placement bodes well between him and Bojack as they both have water moons allowing them to have an unspoken bond, emotionally with one another. Todd never pushing Bojack's Scorpio moon to indulge in emotional conversations. This moon also acts nicely with Carolyn’s earth moon, explaining why Todd took on the role of Ruthies babysitter.

Ralph Stilton - Moon in Virgo, 5th house: A common trait of any Virgo placement but especially the moon is nervousness. This is definitely apparent in Ralph’s character. The Virgo moon is also known to be critical, both to themselves and to the outside world. Ralphs middle class lifestyle granted him the ability to judge and we can also infer that, through his timid nature, he is self-critical. The Virgo moon’s relationship with the mother can be characterized as fairly unpleasant. With many of these mothers being critical of their children and desiring their children to be perfect. This is definitely shown in Ralphs family who dislike Princess Carolyn from the beginning, his mother is overly critical of his partners here. The moon is comfortable in the 5th house and because of this, this placement gives a person who cares about others feelings and has others interests at heart - this helps to evaluate why he is such a ‘pushover’ to Carolyn's needs. In terms of compatibility, the reason in which he and Carolyn worked well together is down to the fact they are both earth moons and therefore have a lot of the same goals, expressions of emotions and similar experiences.

Sarah Lynn - Moon in Taurus, 1st House: The moon in Taurus can be described as the most indulgent Taurus placement die to the vulnerability of the moon, this is actually a really good placement for emotions, making the subject process emotions quite well and be, generally quite empathetic. This is shown in Sarah Lynn’s dying speech to Bojack, where she is openly emotionally and has a magnificent ability in articulating the raw emotions and experiences of her life. She also caters to the emotional needs of others, an example being where she offered to get really high with Bojack when he came to her upset. However, this coping mechanism is de not great and we can relate this to the indulgence of the Taurus moon. This moon loves the finer things - seen through her extravagant house but this moon also loves to over indulge - seen in her addictions. This moon craves emotional security and security in general, maybe explaining her attachment to toxic figures in life. The Taurus moon’s mother may be seen as materialistic by the child. This is seen in Sarah's mum who forced her child into acting too young just so she could be rich. This moon can be argued to be placed in the fist house for multiple reasons. People with significant first house placements can be seen to be idealistic and youthful, this corresponds to the fact that even as she approaches middle age she remains very childlike. The first house also responds to appearances and approaches to life, something which is integral to Sarah Lynn's character and also to her emotional satisfaction, with, in the end, her realizing that it all means very little. In terms of compatibility, her Taurus moon compliments Bojack's Scorpio as both fixed signs are on an axis to one another, explaining their draw to each other, whether that be platonically or romantic.

Diane - Moon in Gemini, 12th House - Being ruled by mercury, Gemini moons are often very mercurial in nature, this definitely applies to Diane who ultimately makes this nature the basis of her entire career, from working at Buzzfeed to writing a book. Gemini Moons have a proclivity to other think every action they do, often thinking that they are making the wrong option. This is such a fatal flaw of Diane's character, from romantic relationships to Jobs she is always shrouded by worry and thinking that how she acts will be perceived in ways she does not want. This is especially poignant in her speech in one of the last episodes of the final scenes surrounding trauma and how it influences her writing. Gemini moons, as a byproduct of the planet mercury, have a natural proclivity to judge others, this cynical nature is definitely a key aspect of Diane's personality, being heightened when she argues with other characters, such as Bojack who, after his Oscar, she judges vehemently. The Gemini moon tends to have a lighthearted relationship with the mother, someone they perceive to be smart and caring, this of course does not transmute with Diane's family and for t his reason I believe that Diane’s moon is square the sun - giving a general variety of tension to any relationship - also signifying a bad familial bond. The 12th house, amongst other things can be seen as the self-enemy. The aspect of yourself that you seem to ruin. And it does seem that Diane's emotional outbursts repeatedly ruin or altercate different situations and relationships she is in. Specifically in the character arc of her trying to write a book. She acts as her own worst enemy, repeatedly self-sabotaging by other thinking about her own ability to even write a book. In terms of Moon signs we see Diane having a massive lack of compatibility with all the aforementioned characters, this just pertain to how it seemed she felt throughout the show, constantly misunderstood by the people around her.

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Hello honey, can I request a SKZ reaction to their crush that always give 'em a lot of attention starts suddenly paying more attention to other member. Thanks in advance ^^

Hey! Thanks for requesting 😁 I decided to make some of these fluffy and some a little more angst, just to have a little more variety in the reactions ☺️ I hope you enjoy this!

Chan

Chan had been acting off with you all day, looking sulky and generally annoyed about something. But you couldn’t figure out what it could possibly be.

You decide that you should just ask him, wanting to make him happy again because there was nothing you hated more than seeing him sad.

“Have I suddenly become boring to you?” Chan asks, his question substituting an actual answer to your question.

“Where would you get that idea from?” You respond with a light laugh. You found it really endearing that this was the reason for his sulking, a weight off your shoulders knowing his mood can be easily fixed.

“It’s just, you’ve been spending a lot more time with Changbin and not really been paying me any attention.” Chan finally confesses, his expression changing from a childish pout to one of genuine upset.

“Changbin asked me to help him with a surprise he had planned for Felix, how could I not agree to help. Anyway, you should know you’re my favourite person ever, I think I’ve made that very clear the whole time we’ve been friends.” You explain, placing your hand comfortingly on Chans shoulder. A smile finds its way back onto his face, his posture perking up at the realisation that he has nothing to worry about.

“Don’t get so jealous and moody with me next time you feel this way.” You tease which earns you a slap on the arm in responce in attempt for chan to hide his blush, only making you laugh louder.

“Yeah alright, so what was Changbin’s surprise?” Chan asks, intrigued by his friends secrets as he takes your hand in his.

Woojin

“I will not settle for anything less than your undivided attention.” Woojin flatly states, his deadpan expression alerting you of his jealously.

Woojin didn’t want to admit his jealousy of you spending a lot of time with the other members, but he was. After all, he had been harbouring a little crush on you for a while and so he wanted to be around you as much as he could.

“But I-”

“No but’s, you’ve been spending too much time studying with Seungmin. I want some time with you.” Woojin cuts you off, sensing your weak excuses on the tip of your tongue. You sigh in defeat knowing too well that he always gets his own way.

“Fine. But after this I really do need to study.” You compromise as you fall back onto the sofa in the space next to Woojin.

“Of course.” Woojin smiles widely as he pulls you into his arms. You snuggle into his side, enjoying the warm cuddle as a deep sigh of content escapes your lips.

Minho

You had always found Minho a complicated person. You never knew where you stood with him, but it’s one of your favourite things about your friendship. That’s why you always spend time together. You admired his harsh and truthful personality.

Over the time of your friendship, Minho began to develop feelings for you. He didn’t want to but the more you spent time together, the deeper his feelings got.

“Ignore me, I dare you.” Minho narrows his eyes as he harshly spits his words at you. You look up at him from your book with wide eyes, shock evident in your expression from his sudden outburst.

“I’m not ignoring you Minho. I’m reading.” You state, lifting your book a little to draw attention to it.

“That’s not what I mean. I was referring to you not paying me any attention. You’ve been constantly hanging out with Jisung.” Minho rolls his eyes prompting you to close your book and turn your full attention to him.

“I mean, why would you choose him over me? He’s annoying.” Minho continues, his defensive body language causing you to smirk.

“Are you jealous?” You tease, raising a brow in amusement.

“Absolutely not.” He scoffs in responce, his arms folded as he looks away.

“Uhuh sure, so you don’t want to go for dinner tonight then?” You continue to tease knowing full well that Minho definitely would want to.

“No.” Minho bluntly responds, still refusing to look at you.

“Ok then, I’ll just ask Jisung.” You shrug, playing off that you are unaffected.

“No! I mean, no. I’ll go with you.” Minho finally cracks as he turns to face you again, this time with a softer expression and a slight pink tint to his cheeks. You just smugly smile up at him, both of you knowing that you got the better of him this time.

Changbin

“Well, that really hurts.” Changbin feigns offence as he enters the kitchen to see you laughing. Jeongin has been telling you an embarrassing story about Changbin which left you struggling to breath from finding it completely hilarious.

“I’m sorry but it’s just too funny.” You say through laughter, wiping your tears away.

“Thanks Jeongin. You know that I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of (Y/N).” Changbin scolds the younger boy, annoyed by his cheeky antics.

“I’m sorry, it’s just (Y/N) asked.” Jeongin becomes reserved before leaving the room apologetically.

“Don’t look so mad, something similar happened to me.” You try to console your friend.

“That’s not why I’m mad anymore. I’m more annoyed that you’ve been going to the other guys to hang out rather than me.” Changbin states, his tone harsh as he moves towards you.

“Oh, I didn’t realise. You should have said.” You respond quietly, feeling timid from the guilt of neglecting Changbin.

Hyunjin

“Ah! My knee!” Hyunjin dramatically makes a scene, flailing his arms as he falls to the floor.

The reason for his random behaviour? He was attention seeking because you haven’t been paying him as much attention recently and it was making him jealous.

You watch him in amusement for a moment, chuckling at his very obvious attempt to get your attention as he continues to make a meal out of pretending to get hurt.

“Hyunjin are you ok!” You play along, rushing over and kneeling at his side as he lays on the floor holding his knee. An exaggerated whine echo’s the room in responce.

“What can I do to make it better?” You question and you try to refrain from laughing at his over the top expressions.

“Well, I think the only way to make things better is for a lot of cuddling and maybe watching a few movies.” Hyunjin frantically nods his head as he reveals his true reasons from his antics.

“Ok, only because it will make you feel better.” You smile down at him, petting his head as he smiles up at you.

“This is nice, we should do this more often.” Hyunjin whispers to you after the first movie comes to an end. You look up at him and nod your head in agreement before moving back to place you head on his chest, his arms wrapped around you securely as you cuddle together.

Jisung

When Jisung is jealous he whines. He doesn’t want you giving anyone else more attention than you give him because he reveales in getting a reaction.

“Hey, I’m standing right here!” He waves his arms about while he complains. He wanted your attention but he entered the room to see you engrossed in conversation with Woojin, again.

“Yeah, we know.” Woojin answers with a roll of his eyes. You laugh as Jisung stomps over to where you are sat and immediately envelops you in a tight hug.

“Ouch, I cant breathe.” You whine as you struggle out of his hold, only to be pulled in even tighter.

“I can’t watch this, I’m going.” Woojin sighs as he gets up and leaves the room.

“Finally, I have you all to myself.” Jisung triumphantly cheers, freeing you so you can turn to face him.

“Stop being a jealous attention seeker.” You chuckle as you take in his pleased face.

“That’s never gonna happen.” Jisung laughs along with you as you sigh deeply at his responce.

Felix

“I’m definitely not bothered.” Felix scoffs as you confront him about his harsh attitude towards everyone.

It all started when you began paying him less attention. It hurt Fleix’s feelings seeing the person he has developed a huge crush on suddenly start paying more attention to his friends.

“You definitely are. Why else would you sass Changbin like that when he only asked you to pass him a spoon.” You deadpan with your arms folded across your chest.

“Alright! Maybe I am, but it’s your fault. I feel like you aren’t interested in me anymore.” Felix becomes quieter with each word, the admittance of his feelings making him feel defeated.

“Just because I have other friends doesn’t mean I’m less interested in you. I didn’t even realise you felt this way.” You reply with glazed over eyes, feeling sad from not realising how you made Felix feel.

“I’m sorry.” You stutter out, trying to hold back the tears.

“It’s ok, I’m sorry too.” Felix pulls you into a hug, feeling equally as bad for upsetting you. He felt a lot better knowing you hadn’t been neglecting him intentionally and promised himself that next time he would tell you before making assumptions.

Seungmin

“It’s your loss.” Seungmin sasses as he turns away from you.

“What on earth Seungmin! Just because I was hanging out with Chan doesn’t mean you have the right to act all jealous.” You shout after him, following him down the hall as he walks away from you.

“But it does. It hurt to see you practically fall at his feet when I’ve been here the whole time!” Seungmin shouts at you.

The room falls deadly silent as you take in his words. You had no idea he felt that way about you and, although his confession was in a moment of anger, it made you feel warm inside, your face turning a deep shade of red.

“Incase you didn’t notice, I like you too dummy.” You laugh as Seungmin’s nervous expression turns into a wide smile.

Jeongin

“Give me attention or I’ll die!” Jeongin exclaims, holding onto your arm in an attempt to stop you from leaving.

“But I have plans. I need to go or I’ll be late.” You tell him for the 100th time as you struggle to get free.

“Well cancel them. I think it’s more important to spend time with me. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” Jeongin mumbles as you finally get your arm out of his grip.

Noticing his timid voice you glance up at him from looking at your arm. A pang of guilt shoots through you as you see his solumn expression and realise that he’s right, you haven’t spent time together for a while.

“Ok, I’ll cancel my arrangements and we can go out instead.” You sigh as you give in to Jeongin.

“Yay!” Jeongin cheers, his sad face instantly changing to an elated one at getting what he wanted.

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The 15 craziest Episodes of Legends of Tomorrow:

„Crazy“ is an ever changing measure, especially in the Arrowverse. When Time Travel and Parallel Universes were introduced it was a heavy leap from the norm. A couple of seasons later it was pretty much normal. So this list reflects changes in the norm, episodes that pushed the crazy and unusual. What is crazy for on show is not crazy for another one.

„Legends“ kind of went nuts in Season 2 and never became sane again, it became even nuttier from season to season. So it’s a question of degree here even more than anywhere else compared to what happened around the episode in question:

So let’s get into it:

15. Doomworld (Episode 2.16/32, Written by: Ray Utarnachitt, Sarah Hernandez, Directed by: Mairzee Almas)

Alternate timelines are kind of an Arrowverse thing, but this one did not came to be through time travel but through the Legion of Doom rewriting history to their own liking. Therefore there is no cause and effect to the changes, which allowed the writers to have vigilante Felicity, hero assassin duo Sara und Amaya, janitor Ray, Bossman Jax, timid Martin, and Master Baker Rip – well that one came about because of different circumstances, but yes, this episode has to be seen to be believed.

14. Camelot/3000 (Episode 2.12/28, Written by: Anderson Mackenzie, Directed by: Antonio Negret)

From the far future to Camelot and King Arthur – this episodes travelled far and mixed those two areas up quite nice. In true Legends fashion Ray became a Knight of the Round Table, Sara got to hit on Guenevere, and Mick got to beat the adversary army with his brain. Yes, you read that one right. Just ask poor Martin about it.

13. Witch Hunt (Episode 4.2/53, Written by: Keto Shimizu und Matthew Maalaa, Directed by: Kevin Mock)

Here „Legends“ inserted the a singing Fairy Godmother into the era of the Salem Witch Trials. While Zari got to confront her own anger about certain things, the Fairy Godmother was really not the fairytale kind, but rather an evil one, but boy, she could sing.

12. Crisis on Infinite Earths Part 5 (Episode 5.0/68, Written by: Keto Shimizu, Ubah Mohamed, Directed by: Gregory Smith)

“Legends” provided Time Travel and it’s characters for most Crossovers, but this one was special because it was a Crossover Episode in pure Legends Style. Our heroes got to confront a gigantic Beebo, Ray took a selfie, Mick had a book signing, and everyone thought they were going insane - and around all of this Earth Prime was established and Olivers fate was confirmed. Most viewers who did not know “Legends” were probably very confused during this one.

11. The Virgin Gary (Episode 4.1/52, Written by: Phil Klemmer und Grainee Godfree, Directed by: Gregory Smith)

John Constantine joins the Legends in the time for a murderous unicorn at Woodstock that roofies most of the team and gets Ray to snog a tree, Mick and Nate to exchange loving vows, and Zari to chase lights. Plus Gary almost gets eaten by a unicorn. Matt Ryan had doubts about signing that contract on his first day on set for this episode, you know. But we loved it.

10. Helen Hunt (Episode 3.6/39, Written by: Keto Shimizu und Ubah Mohamed, Directed by: David Geddes)

Helen of Troy single handedly destroys the Golden Era of Hollywood, simply by being there and driving men nuts. Studio exes try to kill each other in order to get her, while Damien Darhk becomes her agent to wreck even more havoc. Hard to remember sometimes that this is the guy who killed Laurel, given how much crazy fun he became.

9. The Fellowship of the Spear (Episode 2.15/31, Written by: Keto Shimizu, Matthew Maala, Directed by: Ben Bray)

This episode is “Legends”-Homage to Tolkien and his works. However the most quotes and nods go to the Peter Jackson Movies, which is no problem, because we love them too. The Legends recruit Tolkien out of the trenches for a treasure hunt, however things go bad and some fans were not to happy with one of the team betraying their own at the end of this episode. But don’t you guys remember Boromir?

8. Seance and Sensibility (Episode 4.11/62, Written by: Grainne Godfree, Jackie Canino, Directed by: Alexandra La Roche)

What have Jane Austen and Bollywood in common? Both a represented in this episode that features a Bollywood number and the death of Jane Austens writing career. Everyone gets roofied (again!) but this time it’s just sex dreams, and well Zari starts planning her wedding to an Indian God, while Mona turns hulky and tries to kill Jane Austen. Yep, that’s Legends for you.

7. Aruba (Episode 2.17/33, Written by: Phil Klemmer und Marc Guggenheim, Directed by: Rob Seidenglanz)

The Finale of Season 2 features two sets of Legends, while the team goes back to the event of „Fellowship of the Spear“. While Malcolm, Damien, and Snart are mostly confused Eobard strikes back by recruiting a lot of his former selfes. Legends die, Legends live, Sara saved the day with quite a neat trick, and Eobard gets what he deserves, but we all know he will be back to haunt Barry anways, so that does not really matter, does it?

6. The Good, the Bad and the Cuddley (Episode 3.18/51, Written by: Marc Guggenheim und Phil Klemmer, Directed by: Dermott Downs)

In the Season 3 Finale we got a massive Beebo who fights a gigantic demon. The Beebo was created by a Legends Orgy and symbolizes … well love I guess. While the Finale is kind over overstuffed with plot, the fight at the end makes up for it all. Damien sacrifices himself, Zari has an unlikely romance, and we get to see a lot of old faces again. What a weird Season Finale indeed.

5. Raiders of the Lost Art (Episode 2.9/25, Written by: Keto Shimizu, Chris Fedak, Directed by: Dermott Downs)

This is officially the episode where „Legends“ went nuts. Oh and it’s a delicous one. George Lucas never became a filmmaker after being scared of by Malcolms and Damiens attempts to kill amnesiac Rip Hunter who thinks he is an American filmstudent, whose script is basically the plot of the shows first season. Too bad he can’t find a decent Vandal Savage. And that everyone thinks he is this Rip Hunter guy. Also Mick gets a brain surgey, Ray and Nate change occupations, and Amayas babysits their attempt to get George Lucas back to film school, and thanks god she does otherwise … well otherwise there would be no „Star Wars“ or „Indiana Jones“, would there?

4. Beebo the God of War (Episode 3.9/42, Written by: Grainne Goodfree und James Eagan, Directed by: Kevin Mock)

This was supposed to be the sad goodbye to Martin Stein and it still is that as well, but mostly it’s the episode about Beebo Day. You know, the blue god, who hungers for war and conquest? Whose birthday we celebrate once a year in december and … wait? What was I talking about? Oh, yeah Leo tries to make Mick quit drinking and Beebo get’s squeezed a lot.

3. Legends of To-Meow-Meow (Episode 4.8/59, Written by: James Eagan und Ray Utarnachitt, Directed by: Ben Bray)

Sulky about missing out on the Crossover the Legends crossovered with themselves in Season 4. John and Charlie destroyed the timeline for selfish reasons, and now everything is wrong and everything they do makes things worse instead of better. Zari gets to spend most of the epsiode as a cat, the rest of the Legends get turned into puppets, we meet the Sirens of Spacetime and the Custodians of the Chronology, and a gay kiss saves all of spacetime. Why can’t all shows be more like „Legends“?

2. Meet the Legends (Episode 5.1/69, Written by: Grainne Godfree, James Eagan, Directed by: Kevin Mock)

In this episodes Ava tries to race money for the Time Bureau by making a documentary about the Legends and their work. This episode is the documentary and the making oft he documentary. Think Arrows „Emerald Archer“ only way carzier and funnier. The Legends meet Rasputin who kidnappes the camera team, while Ava writes Sara a very weird condolence note, everyone is acting weird(er) because cameras, and well it’s „Legends“ only even nuttier than normally.

1. The One Where We‘re Trapped On TV (Episode 5.13/81, Written by: Grainne Godfree, James Eagan, Directed by: Marc Guggenheim)

And the award for the Craziest TV Episode of all time goes to this one, where the Legends are trapped on TV. Charlie put them there to protect them, and so we get very familiar but strange versions of „Friends“, „Downtown Abbey,“ and „Star Trek“ with the Legends as the main characters instead. We also meet a murderous Mister Parker, get another musical number lead by the Tarazi siblings, and are as amazed as Mona about everything that is going on here. Can „Legends“ ever top what they did here? Let’s not challenge them, I am sure they can. But until then, we have this one.

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