#and it's not fair for him to act like he doesn't

[flofaiiry]

how jack abbot shows love

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ told through the five love languages ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

warnings: written somewhat informally (some uses of “i think that…” etc), fem!reader, sort of implied but not specified age gap, in the physical touch section there's oral f!receiving & other sort of smutty details also praise (good girl etc) and a hint of oral m!receiving in the words of affirmation i couldn't help myself, everything else is just fluff!!!

wc: 2.2k

note: wanted to write some cute fluff to try and get outta this mini slump bcs i have been hitting a WALL when trying to write smut lately. i'm not sure if this has been done before but i thought it was a cute idea!!! dividers are by @ diviniyae !! also sorry if some of these are shorter than others :(( send me an ask if there's anything u want me to elaborate on & i'll try my best !!!

♡ acts of service

if you work together jack always comes down from the coffee shop in the cafeteria with two cups in hand. he memorized your order after the first time he heard you say it so he likes to make sure you've always got one at the start of the shift.

jack knows how much you love to cook but hate cleaning afterwards, so he'll slip into the kitchen while you're working & wash the dishes you've used. you always say something along the lines of, "it's okay, i can do it after," but he just shakes his head and says it's only fair that if you cook he does the cleaning.

he fixes things around the house, buys more of the moisturizer you use when he notices you're running low, replaces things you've lost etc etc. what's most important to note is that he never draws attention to the fact that he's done these things. he knows you'll notice, and doesn't feel the need to make it about him and make it seem like he wants something in return.

has breakfast started and coffee in the pot before you wake up & sometimes even brings it to you in bed if he's feeling extra fancy. if you're sick you don't even have to say the word, he's taken everything off your plate and will be there for you however you need him.

"i don't think i can go to work today," you say, voice weak and exhausted. jack has to bite back a smile at how extremely congested you sound. he strokes a hand over your hair, "i know baby. i already called your work 'n told them you wouldn't be coming today." you look at him with a little bit of disbelief in your eyes, "i can't believe they were okay with that." he shrugs, "they weren't. not at first. told them it was doctor's orders, just didn't specify the doctor was your boyfriend." you smile and shake your head a little bit, "i can't believe you." he just leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, "go back to sleep."

he remembers what songs & artists you like and has added them to his playlists so that they come on when he's driving. he loves the look on your face when you recognize the song after a single beat & are amazed at how he knows it's your favourite.

jack has no problem taking on a little extra if he can see that you're worn out or just extra tired lately, if he can take something off your plate & make the day easier for you then he does it, no questions asked- he knows you'd do the same for him if he needed.

♡︎ gift giving

jack is the epitome of a "this reminded me of you so i got it," boyfriend.

out getting groceries and sees a bouquet of flowers that are exactly the same shade as the colour you chose for your nails? they're coming home with him. new local vendor in the lobby at the hospital & they've got all kinds of trinkets he knows you'd love? he's taking out his wallet.

he sees you scrolling on pinterest or tiktok before bed, he notices the videos and images you linger a little longer on & save for later. if there's something you've been eyeing but hesitating on buying- a box shaped suspiciously like that item appears on the kitchen table a few days later.

you make a joke once and call him your sugar daddy or something, he just shrugs and tells you if it makes you happy then he wants you to have it. he doesn't necessarily buy you things to "spoil you," you can afford to buy the things he gets you for yourself, but you often hesitate to spend money on yourself. jack notices, and he hates that you think you aren't deserving of that sort of thing so he takes it upon himself to show you that you are.

and circling back to the bouquet thing- he 100% makes sure you have fresh flowers on the table all the time. it doesn't matter if you've been together for 3 weeks or 3 years, this man will bring you flowers before a date.

if there's something you collect, whatever it may be - cds, vinyls, charms - literally anything, if he's out somewhere and sees them or a specific one you've been looking for he gets it.

"didn't take you as a charm bracelet kinda guy," robby teases coming up beside jack and looking over his shoulder. jack just shakes his head, eyes scanning through the vendor's display, "it's not for me." robby smiles, "ah," he mouths, "for the lady?" jack nods, "she's got a whole box full 'a these things, but somehow no butterflies," his eyes stop on one charm, he picks it up slowly, before showing it to robby, "so i'm getting her the butterfly."

jack never forgets things like your birthday or anniversary. he doesn't need to have them marked down on a calendar or in his phone, he just remembers. for these bigger moments, the gift he gets you is obviously more significant. not to be cliche, but one of his favourite gifts to give you for the occasion is jewelry. probably half of your collection is stuff he's gifted you over the course of your relationship.

he remembers if you're a silver or gold girlie, if you've mentioned liking studs or dangly earrings more, if you like dainty chains on necklaces or more chunky ones. he remembers all of it. so when he goes to the store he tells the associate all this, who then brings out a few pieces they think emulate that the best. he loves the idea of you thinking about him whenever you decide what to put on in the morning, or that when people ask where something's from you'll say, "my boyfriend got it for me."

♡ physical touch

jack loves! to! be! touching! you!!!!! he's constantly got his fingers laced through yours when you're walking together or just near each other. when he's driving, he's got a hand on your thigh. he definitely does the hand on the lower back thing whenever he's guiding you somewhere or you're in a crowded place. he just always wants you to know he's there.

he can tell when you've had a long day at work & will wordlessly come over to you and just let you bury your head in his chest, running his hands up and down your back soothingly and kissing the top of your head. he lets you cry if you need to cry, not saying anything until you're ready & just holding you in the meantime.

he loves loves LOVES when you lie down on the couch with your head in his lap so he can run his fingers through your hair. he finds it so calming & grounding & cute that you fall asleep almost every time he does it.

jack kisses you like the answers to all the worlds problems can be found on your lips. he's more than happy to kiss you all night long and never escalate it into anything more. it's not uncommon for you to just lie side by side in bed, lips moving in perfect tandem, legs all tangled up and hands all over each other.

in bed, jack is a very giving lover. sure, he likes sex, who doesn't, but nothing gets him off more than seeing you feel good and knowing he's the one making you feel that way. his favourite place to be is with his head buried between your legs, fingers working you through your nth orgasm of the night with your hands tugging at his hair because it just feels too good.

all you can see is jack's salt and pepper curls peeking out from between your thighs. he’s already make you cum once but that’s not enough for him. his tongue’s licking diligent strokes up your slit, two fingers curling inside you to hit just the right spot that makes your hips buck into his mouth and your back arch off of the bed. he brings his free hand to your hip, keeping you from squirming too much as he sucks at your clit. the noises you make only encourage him, and you swear every time you moan his name you feel him smile against your cunt.

♡ words of affirmation

phrases along the lines of: "good job" & "i'm proud of you" & "i love you" & "you're so beautiful," fall from jack's lips like they're the easiest things in the world to say. he obviously truly means them but he takes extra care to vocalize it to you because he sees the way you light up when he does.

he’s a big texter for sure, since a lot of the time when he’s at work he doesn’t have time for anything more than a quick check on his phone. before you move in together he texts you good morning & good night every day & asks you if you got home safe. messages you throughout the day if he's not with you to ask how you're doing or ask you if you’ve eaten anything or even just to tell you that he’s thinking about you.

to get a teeny bit nsfw, jack definitely has a huge thing for praise. loooves to call you a good girl, tell you how pretty you are, how good you taste, how well you take everything he gives you etc. he’s very vocal esp when you’re giving him head, telling you how good you feel and how you’re doing such a good job.

if he’s in a store & they’ve got a pretty card he thinks you’ll like, he’ll buy it for you just to write a little love letter in it or something.

jack walks in through the door with a few bags of groceries in one hand and a little pink envelope in the other. he sets down the bags in the kitchen before going over to you to hand you the letter. you take it, a little confused, you genuinely wonder if you’ve forgotten about your birthday. when you open it, it’s a beautiful, fancy hallmark card. inside, a few paragraphs written with whatever pen he found lying around in the car. he watches you read it with a little smile on his face, seeing how it almost brings a tear to your eye when you read it- just sentence after sentence about how much he loves you and how you make every day better by just being in his life and how lucky he feels to have found you.

i’m not sure if this falls under words of affirmation but he definitely loves pet names & nicknames and stuff like that. terms like baby, sweetheart, baby, honey, my love, all of it. even if it’s just a nickname for your first name, he likes to have that sort of special connection with you.

♡ quality time

if he’s not at work or sleeping off a night shift jack is with you.

he loves to take you on dates, whether they’re just simple dinner and a movie’s or more elaborate day trips somewhere or walking around downtown all day. his favourite kinds of dates are the ones where you get to talk- so admittedly movies aren’t his preference. he loooves talking to you, hearing what you have to say, bantering back and forth on a hot topic, and just the sound of your voice in general.

but you’re both busy people, and often don’t have the time or energy to be going out all the time, which is fine because jack is more than happy to just spend a lazy night in with you. maybe you order takeout or maybe you cook something together, as long as he’s with you he doesn’t care.

sometimes though when one or both of you are just absolutely drained, he likes to just do nothing with you. scrolling on your phones with your feet in his lap, wordlessly watching the news side by side. when words are too much effort, he’s more than happy to just be next to you.

jack gives me big reader vibes. one day he takes you to a cute little indie bookstore where you each pick out a book to spend the rest of the day curled up in bed together reading.

he also loves to travel, so you two definitely go on trips whenever your schedules line up. he loves planning itineraries but always works in days for you to just lounge around the hotel or by the pool.

“what’s this?” you ask, nodding at the plane tickets stuck on the fridge. jack looks over at you, “i noticed that we have a week off at the same time next month so i thought we’d go somewhere.” you take the tickets from under the magnet, reading them over. “bahamas!?” you say excitedly once you spot the destination. he nods walking over to you, “needa get out of this depressing pittsburgh winter. spend some time by the beach, drink in hand, getting tanned and attacked by seagulls.” you laugh, and pull him into a hug, “thank you baby,” he smiles into your shoulder, “of course, we need this. been workin’ our asses off lately,” he pulls away to press a kiss to your cheek, the leans in right next to your ear, “plus i really like the way you look in a bikini, so that’s a bonus.”

send an ask if you want me to write one of these for any other characters!!! (robby, pope, etc!!!) or if u want me to elaborate on any points :P

[yahtrickyah]

─"Nah she got you blushin' twin"─

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader

Synopsis: Damian swore on his grandfather's life that he hated you. No matter what he does, he couldn't stop being irritated. not when you're so loud, reckless, immature, and–

"annoying."

With a loud huff, you turned your back to him, cheeks puffed and lips pouted. Playfully Imitating a sulking child after being called annoying by your beloved best friend, Damian Wayne.

A kid who had a ego bigger than his head.

You met him when he was being bullied by students he managed to anger because of his bluntness. but to be fair, he is right about his "opinion" about them, they're just mad cuz the truth hurts, lol. Anyway. You defended him from the bullies for a week despite Damian's displeasure, claiming; "it's not worth the hassle" as he couldn't care less and he could take care of it himself, which is true, but you don't care. you won't tolerate any kind of bullying even if the person being tormented doesn't care, they're still a victim. Plus, the bullying won't stop unless he snapped anyway so it's great if you just end it early, no?

You still can't believe it but you two started hanging out more after that and became more than friends.

From being two completely different separated universe, colliding and creating a bond that goes against the law of nature, turning into a wonderfully weird whole new world.

"How could you! After all I've done for you and this is how you repay me!?" Turning to face him with fake tears, acting like a wife who has been betrayed by her husband in a movie. dramatic and cringey. It's so hard being near you for Damian, even you're already feeling the heat creeping to your face.

"What. Are you doing. "

"Using my cute privilege against you. Is it working? " fluttering your lashes at him with a dopey smile, eyes twinkling so bright Damian swore there's stars inside. You look so silly and beautiful (its something Damian can't deny and could proudly say out loud) right now.

And He feels heat creeping on his face, his heart beating his chest, palm sweaty.

Damian Wayne feels silly. He doesn't know what to do when his feelings get like this around you so he just stares and tries to keep the nonchalant facade when you both know he's jumping up and down inside his mind.

"Aha! Look at that face! " you beamed with a knowing grin like you've succeed in cracking a code.

"you don't find me annoying do youuu"

"Shut up." He turns his head away, trying to hide his reddened face like all those other times he gets flustered around you.

The rest of the day was spend as usual–being ruthlessly teased by you until he was red from head to toe. Despite what you may think. Damian Wayne actually deeply cares for you, he just hates that you can make him feel this way, hates the way you could push many emotions from him as you want, hates how you made him love hard like no other can.

Yeah. You could be a little annoying but that doesn't stop Damian Wayne from loving you. You could push his buttons many times as you want but he still wouldn't trade it for the world.

A/n: that's all for today, folks! I still can't believe that this took me a week and it's just a miniature blabber. I thought I'll make it to a oneshot fit length 😔😭 Anyways, I hope you enjoyed even though the grammar is shitty. (I think? Idk. english is not my 1st language. ) follow n like for more longer content? Tehee

[pharawee]

What really gets me about PeteKenta this week (and by that I mean that it causes me emotional damage), much more so than in the episode before (or in the whole of season 1 even though the seeds were already there) is how emotionally careless Pete acts towards Kenta (and the mission against Tony but maybe that's for my PeteChrisWay post). And it's all such a mess -- their shared past, their individual traumas, their current preoccupation with second chances -- that I can't even blame Pete, even if I'm fully on Kenta's side here.

Pete treats (and, let's be honest here, this isn't even the first or fifth time) Kenta as an afterthought. I know he means well and that he's driven by trying to make amends for something that was never even his fault to begin with. I also understand that with the way things are right now in canon, his feelings for Kenta were always platonic (even though that makes the one kiss they shared kind of questionable in retrospect because at the very least he was acting very inquisitive, inviting even) which is fair enough. I wish they'd kept the whole "the one that got away" angle because it feels so much more realistic to me than the revelation that all this time Pete was himself secretly pining after Way.

(adding a sprinkle of gifs to this post because clearly I'm not suffering enough already)

The secret pining COULD however at least partially explain why Pete never put a stop to Kenta's one-sided pining either. Because he must always have known. He can repeat the "he thinks of me as a brother" line a hundred times, but he's a telepath. Kenta and he kissed, and every time they've since met and touched, Kenta's thoughts are very obviously all but screaming his longing at him.

And yet Pete has never said anything -- either to spare Kenta's feelings or (judging by how he handled his secret crush on Way) because he found the situation to be overwhelming. Again, I don't blame Pete in the slightest, it's not like he had an emotionally healthy childhood to learn how to approach these things. I don't even blame him for the third possibility: that Kenta's crush is a very useful thing for him to keep around, especially since in the past it's kept him out of Tony's reach (plus, feeling wanted when your own love is unrequited probably feels very nice too).

There's no way Kenta would have let him leave over and over again if it wasn't for his feelings (and remember, Kenta never extended the same courtesy to any of his other brothers until much later). Unrequited or not, not addressing the elephant in the room left Kenta in limbo for years. He's kidnapped children for Tony, probably even killed for Tony, yet as soon as Pete starts leaning into Kenta's longing for him, Kenta can't bring himself to stop Pete (much less harm him or rat him out to Tony) -- which is a really convenient secret weapon to have in a fight against someone as ruthless and powerful as Tony. It's not even deliberate manipulation but pure self-preservation. Babe and Jeff and Charlie and Way have all learned to survive on less than that. It's about time we see the damage that Tony caused in Pete.

And not only that. I think now we also get to see that Pete doesn't know or understand Kenta nearly as well enough as he believes. He literally asks the go-it-alone guy to not go it alone when that's kind of his whole thing (not to mention that OF COURSE Kenta will do the thing for him and not care for the consequences -- it's all he knows to do to earn appreciation). He's essentially leaving Kenta on stand-by, not like the brother he claims to be, but like a thing he can just pick back up whenever it's most convenient for him. And he deals out praise to Kim while openly reprimanding Kenta in the next sentence -- which ironically is such a Tony thing to do because it keeps Kenta small and loyal.

Pete is so willfully blind towards Kenta's feelings and to who Kenta is as a person that it makes him look like a total dick here. And the thing is, his defence doesn't even hold up: you wouldn't treat your brother like that either, someone you claim you share a bond with. Hell, if Pete treated Kim that way -- someone who's only marginally involved -- Kim would surely let him have a piece of his mind. But Kenta has learned to suffer in silence so why bother changing the status quo (and never mind that the status quo was Tony)?

As things are right now, Pete's allowed to have priorities (currently these priorities lie with neglecting everyone's safety by dicking down Chris on every imaginable surface in his condo while not even using a secure password on his private computer) while all Kenta is allowed to do (all that he KNOWS to do) is switch masters from Tony to... what? a very absent Pete?

I'll always love PeteKenta, and I'll always love the could-have-beens from Pit Babe Season 1, but with how things are playing out right now I either need Kim to put Pete in his place (good) or Kenta to walk away and leave Pete on read (even better).

[samhadjblog2]

Hey there. Remember him? Does it seem like once he pacified Piltover he was just gonna call it a day, get back in his gigantic astral hamster ball and fuck off back to the compound? No. His goal was the evolution of humanity. Not Piltover. Jayce spells this out clearly. "This isn't a fair request". But it is the truth. And regarding the uniforms. The average Undercity character is seen is some variety of leathers/cloth/wool whatever that usually is displaying a decent amount of skin. THE ENFORCERS WEAR ARMOR.

Viktor's "End of the world" narrative a contrivance to get the two cities to talk to one another. And so its cheap to end the series that was driven by its class conflict with a MCU film where everyone joins together to save the world. And so the show having people die in suits of Enforcers is kind of messed up in the contexts of the conflict between the two cities.

As for the whole "Silco became a mouth piece for forgiveness" is also referring to the unsubtle line in Ep.7 where Silco said "The greatest thing we can do in the world is find the will to forgive ourselves". (Which is kind of messed up in the context's that Vander drowned him).

And the whole speech that his imagined version that Jinx made gave to her just kind of

Because it wasn't about Piltover or Zaun you crusty dishrag. Viktor was trying to purify all of humanity after a life-time of seeing the imperfections and weaknesses in himself as a start. Jayce loved Viktor. I'm not even getting to romantic or platonic, he LOVED VIKTOR. I suppose you would have preferred for him to look at Viktor and yell "You know what you diseased freak you have a point! Good for you taking everyone's humanity. WELL DONE!"

Yes it was about Piltover and Zaun that is the central basis of the show. And also Viktor wasn't interested in healing his sickness because he thought he was broken. He wanted to heal it because he didn't want to die. That's been his whole conflict in S1 that he has so much potential however his body is preventing him from obtaining it. And at the end of S1 he already made peace with his death. And so this conversation of "You were never broken Viktor" is empty. Also Viktor only healed people wanted to healed at first and its all Jayce's fault for not talking things out with Viktor and telling him that he met his future self.

Ekko and Vi are family. So while it is true he may be angry and we don't see it, I think a character of immense heart like Ekko who loves Vi would actually talk with her. You know.. rather than the savage degradation of Vi some people seem to wish for.

Jinx and Vi were also family and she was willing to call her out for all the murders she committed. To act like Ekko wouldn't have an issue with what Vi did isn't the case. Another thing Ekko also gave up Jinx until he was sent to the alternate dimension.

(Also Viktor end the world narrative is BS)

She is a side character. Sorry but she is. But after a lifetime trying and failing to stand for Zaun she becomes their first ever voice on the council. She is the representative of every person she has wanted to protect. Sorry if that doesn't cut it.

She still a prominent character in the show who has a lot of connections to the main cast. So her just being reduced to this one role is just cheap.

When exactly would we have seen this? I also would have been curious to see her reaction but they were dealing with the whole ya know.. war?!

As you already stated, her connections to Isha, Jinx talking it out with her about helping this fight (Even though I find the conflict a load of BS)

Same to above. I wish we could have seen Jinx rallying the undercity with Ekko. I actually give you this one. I think this was a missed opportunity.

It really isn't. This is something that "should of happened" because too much was just glossed over.

Again Viktor's story is BS.

Quick Response To Some Fresh Lunacy

**Spoilers For Arcane**

So while I have only delved into the sheer bedlam that is the Arcane Critical tag once, every now and then one of those feisty little diesel drinkers makes it onto my feed and I am treated to something like this as reasons season 2 supposedly sucked (their phrasing was much more unpleasant):

1. The people of the Undercity died to save Piltover while wearing Enforcer uniforms despite Piltover doing nothing to earn it. 2. Silco was turned into a mouthpiece for forgiveness and letting go of the past despite being one of the only pro-zaun characters. 3. Jinx was redeemed by sympathizing with topsiders, forced to apologize for killing Caitlyn's mom and felt like she needed to die so Vi could run off with Caitlyn. 4. Vi didn't care about the grey and serviced Caitlyn in a prison cell where she was locked away by Enforcers as a kid. 5. Jayce acting like Viktor's illness that was caused by Piltover wasn't something that needed to be cured. 6. Ekko never calls out Heimerdinger for his failings, Vi for joining the Enforcers, and risks his people (the firelights) to help Piltover. 7. Sevika almost being cut completely, never reacting to Isha's death or interacting with Jinx in act 3 and risking her life to help Piltover which is way out of character.

Okay... breathe deep... it hurts.. I know it hurts. It hurt me as well to read such a strong concentration of felonious stupidity all in one place as well. But we must never falter. There are a lot of ways I could respond to this. And perhaps at some point I will go more in-depth. But the simple fact is nothing here requires a long, drawn out, point-by-point defense. Because I have seen the show. Which clearly gives me the upper hand here. So, I am going to give each of these the amount of attention they deserve.

The people of the Undercity died to save Piltover while wearing Enforcer uniforms despite Piltover doing nothing to earn it

Hey there. Remember him? Does it seem like once he pacified Piltover he was just gonna call it a day, get back in his gigantic astral hamster ball and fuck off back to the compound? No. His goal was the evolution of humanity. Not Piltover. Jayce spells this out clearly. "This isn't a fair request". But it is the truth. And regarding the uniforms. The average Undercity character is seen is some variety of leathers/cloth/wool whatever that usually is displaying a decent amount of skin. THE ENFORCERS WEAR ARMOR.

Silco was turned into a mouthpiece for forgiveness and letting go of the past despite being one of the only pro-zaun characters

Okay. I am going to make this is as simple as possible so you can follow along with me:

As we know, Silco is not there. Jinx is essentially working this out in her own mind through these hallucinations

Her status as Silco's daughter, being a symbol, his influence and shadow, it is all tying her to the past which as we know is filled to the brim with delicious sugary trauma.

Even though he was a monster, she views him as a father figure. And as much as it sucks to say probably more than Vander. She was so young when Vander died. She was with Silco during her real formative years. And I would bet she has pushed Vander away mentally to protect herself after everything that has occured. So while Vi sees Vander in the barfight when she wants to give up, Jinx sees Silco.

Silco is giving Jinx the permission Jinx realizes she has to give Vi to save both of them.

Jinx was redeemed by sympathizing with topsiders, forced to apologize for killing Caitlyn's mom and felt like she needed to die so Vi could run off with Caitlyn

Again. HUMANITY ENDING THREAT. Also ya know her fucking sister wanted her by her side.

OH NO! OUR MURDEROUS MENTALLY ILL TERRORIST IS HEALING AND TRYING TO TAKE ACCOUNTABILITY FOR HER MISTAKES! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! NOT CHARACTER GROWTH!

3. True. In that moment she felt she needed to die.. because as she says, she feels "there's no good version of me". I know it's unfair you have to watch the whole scene to get it. But you have taken a profound moment of Jinx's love for her sister and her recognition of how Vi loves her and made it.. whatever this was supposed to be.

Vi didn't care about the grey and serviced Caitlyn in a prison cell where she was locked away by Enforcers as a kid.

I have done this so... so many times. I am not doing it again. I will go with the same blanket statement I have been using lately: A non-lethal crowd dispersal weapon in targeted locations against dangerous drug lords and a terrorist who likes blowing shit up? Seems like a decent plan.

Well done. You have taken a beautiful moment of meaning between these two characters and simplified it down to the utmost degree. There are numerous thoughtful, in-depth and heartfelt breakdowns of this scene available and I promised myself I wasn't going to waste a bunch of my time responding to this mind-melting ignorance. So I will just say this. If that is all you see in that scene, I really am sorry for you. I hope someday things improve.

Jayce acting like Viktor's illness that was caused by Piltover wasn't something that needed to be cured

Because it wasn't about Piltover or Zaun you crusty dishrag. Viktor was trying to purify all of humanity after a life-time of seeing the imperfections and weaknesses in himself as a start. Jayce loved Viktor. I'm not even getting to romantic or platonic, he LOVED VIKTOR. I suppose you would have preferred for him to look at Viktor and yell "You know what you diseased freak you have a point! Good for you taking everyone's humanity. WELL DONE!"

Ekko never calls out Heimerdinger for his failings, Vi for joining the Enforcers, and risks his people (the firelights) to help Piltover.

Heimerdinger is very aware of his failings. You have to watch in season one. Again.. watching the show you talk about.. very hard I know. And as close as he and Ekko are in season two I think we can safely say they are on the same page. Never mind that Ekko has shown he has no trouble calling out anyone who needs it.

Ekko and Vi are family. So while it is true he may be angry and we don't see it, I think a character of immense heart like Ekko who loves Vi would actually talk with her. You know.. rather than the savage degradation of Vi some people seem to wish for.

AGAIN FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY

Sevika almost being cut completely, never reacting to Isha's death or interacting with Jinx in act 3 and risking her life to help Piltover which is way out of character

She is a side character. Sorry but she is. But after a lifetime trying and failing to stand for Zaun she becomes their first ever voice on the council. She is the representative of every person she has wanted to protect. Sorry if that doesn't cut it.

When exactly would we have seen this? I also would have been curious to see her reaction but they were dealing with the whole ya know.. war?!

Same to above. I wish we could have seen Jinx rallying the undercity with Ekko. I actually give you this one. I think this was a missed opportunity.

ONCE MORE WITH FEELING

I'm sorry scary Viktor. I don't know why they keep forgetting you.

[razzberrycorner]

"START SMILING ALREADY!" (Forsaken tickle fic)

A/N: The Forsaken addiction is only getting stronger. Gotta get in that non dw grind💪💪 (live laugh love lee bluudud)

I made a drawin' and I wanted to make a fic based around it. So here ya go

Plot: C00lkidd and Pr3ttypriincess notice that Bluudud hasn't been smiling much. So they decide to engage in a little.. let's say, family bonding.

-🔷🔴🩷-

Bluudud grumbled to himself again, shutting the doors of his quarters after losing yet another match. Now he just rarely ever smiles, because when he does... it's just this large, teethy, cringy looking grin.

Of course it does. He's the eldest sibling. The grumpy one. The... Ugh. Nevermind.

As he got in his bed, he believed it just keeps getting worse. And guess what? His siblings probably already noticed it already. How limp he gets, how his thoughts lack any coherence. He's just completely tired. Of what? Every. Single. Match.

Well, maybe, just maybe, he needs to have fun...-oh come on, he barely has that on the matches now! What's the big idea with fun?! It's only fun when he wins!

Meanwhile with his siblings, they're concocting a plan to get him back in shape. He just doesn't know it yet. And it will work—hopefully.

"You noticed, didn't you?" Pr3ttypriincess was the first to speak. The child with the large pink bow sat on a pink beanbag chair on her room's pristine table. She looked unusually serious, her head placed on top of her hands.

"...Yeah. He's been acting so weird." C00lkidd sat on the opposite side of the table on a red beanbag, carrying the same unusual seriousness, his hands placed on top of his arms. "Isn't that... Agh! C'mon! He's serious, but not THAT serious! Something's up!"

"I know, right?!" She said, banging her fists in he table for dramatic effect. "If only there was a way to make him happier..."

The two children sat in thought, until an idea came to mind. Pr3ttypriincess stood up with an excited smile on her face. The type of smile that said 'ohoho, this is gonna be so good.'

"Waaaaaaait." The pink child said as she rose from her chair. "What if we tickled him into submission?"

C00lkidd stared at her with a look of puzzlement on his face before realization hit, resulting in him saying, "Yeah! ...I can do the thing, right?" Restraining usually was a bore to him, as he didn't get any part of the action if he did that!

"Sure!" His older sister replied. "But only if you win a game of rock paper scissors!" Pr3ttypriincess was highly convinced she was an all-around better tickler than her younger brother. She was proven wrong, and still thinks it. As she likes to say, she gets better every day.

"Ugh, fine!" C00lkidd groaned.

They put their fists in front of each other, put them down, and...

"Scissors cuts paper! I WIN!" He cheered, practically excited to get to work.

"Aw, man. So that means I'll get to work in making sure he does NOT escape us!"

Well, he usually is pretty slippery when the thing is done to him, so that would make for a pretty hard game of tag. In situations like this, restraining is fair. But he still thinks it's plain boring. Eh, it is what it is.

"Well... It's a deal then!"

They then shook hands as if they were business partners, fully engrossed in their mission as their older brother was fully and completely unaware of his fate.

Back with the blue child—well, pre-teen—he was waddling in his own thoughts when he heard footsteps.

Four feet were stepping on the ground, meaning two people were nearing his area. One male and one female. Exactly like he guessed, his two younger siblings immediately barged into his room.

"Hi Bluu!" Pr3ttypriincess said her voice sugary sweet. "You haven't been smiling so much, so me and C00lio decided we should fix that!"

Pr3ttypriincess then started making way for C00lkidd who looked anything but not evil, rubbing his hands like a villainous mastermind. He knew what that meant.

"You two. Don't you DARE-"

Before Bluudud could even react, Pr3ttypriincess went behind him and restrained his arms. "Nuh-uh-uh! You're not getting out of this one, silly!~"

"Plus, seeing you like this is too much of a bore!" C00lkidd said. "START SMILING ALREADY!" With that, the red child latched over to his brother's sides.

"DON'T YOU DARE—"

"Too late!" And so, the tickling started. What they got in response was nothing short of priceless: their older sibling... holding it in, much to their disapointment.

"What's wrong? You don't want us to see that you're weak?~" C00lkidd said in a rather teasy tone. This gets him real fast, according to Pr3ttypriincess.

"PFF—...Hehehe—eHEHEH..-"

Welp. Turns out, she was right.

"Come on... just a biiit more...!" The red child said before going towards his ribs and causing the blue pre-teen to crack.

"Hehehe...gehehehah! GAHAHAH!"

Boom. There it is. It did take a while for them to get it, but they got the sound of his laughter—boisterous, loud, shrieky, and pretty much the most glorious thing they've ever laid their ears upon.

Not to mention, the most sickeningly adorable thing they've ever seen too. And his smile... Oh my goodness, his smile... Normally it was creepy to look at, but like this? It's so... endearing.

"There we go! Isn't that much better?~" said Pr3ttypriincess with a sweet smile.

"NOHO IT'S NAHAHT!" Bluudud shrieked as he tried yet failed to shove them away. "YOHOU'RE GONNA REGREHET THIHIS!!"

"No, we won't!" C00lkidd said. "Plus, you're just so...ugh, CUTE like that!" He can't believe he just said the word 'cute'!

"All silly, and loud and giddy, and—"

"Yeah, we get it. And C00lio, it's not cute. It's adorable!~" His older sister followed, causing the pre-teen to screech due to being unable to handle the amount of teasing from them.

That, and the fact C00lkidd went to the one spot between his ribs and armpits and back to the sides again.

"SHUHUT UHUHUP!!"

C00lkidd then moved from his sides to his ribs, causing a loud shriek to get out of him. "HAHANDS OFF!! HANDS OFF OF THEHERE!!"

"What's this? You seem particularly finicky with this spot..." Pr3ttypriincess said with a knowing smile. "Shall we go a bit higher with the stakes?~"

"Right away!"

After he said that, C00lkidd started nuzzling his face into his older sibling's stomach, going to his armpits and back to his sides again, causing another shriek from him.

Outside the room, 007n7 was coming home after a long, tiring day of doing his favorite thing in the world: scripting. But you've got to admit, sometimes it gets... just straight-up mundane.

He was confused to hear loud laughter. Probably just the kids again, having fun. Or another tickle fight, so the scripter shouldn't be surprised by that. But back on topic.

"Man, being a scripter is boring sometimes." 007n7 then took a deep breath and said, "Maybe I should take the day off toda—"

The scripter was then interrupted by a loud shriek that came from Bluudud's room after they hit a particularly good spot, causing him to get startled, and the burger on his head to fall over.

Thanks to his strong reflexes however, he catches it fully intact and returns it to his head in one piece.

"NOHOT THE PIHITS—EHEHAHAHAH-"

Is that just him or was that Bluu? ...Maybe he should check in on his three children. It's never a bad idea, after all.

The door opens, and lo and behold, the scene before him was... rather something. To him, Bluudud was in a... precarious position, to say the least. He was screaming with laughter, face flushing in a light blue tone.

"You okay, kids?" 007n7 hesitatingly asked.

"We're doing great, dad!" C00lkidd said between the loud giggling before nuzzling into his older brother's stomach as he tickled his sides for what felt like the billionth time, causing yet another giggle fit.

"IHI'M GOHONNA— I'M GONNA KIHILL YOHOU FOR THIHIS—GAHAHAHAH!"

So, it's not just him. Their father smiled as he looked at the cute scene, taking notes mentally. Closing the door behind him, he mumbled "I guess, scripting would be kind of fun."

About a couple minutes later they ceased their ministrations, letting the blue pre-teen catch his breath for once. Through pants and residual giggles, he mumbled "You're not getting away with this... Ihi'm... Gonna kill yohou soho bad.."

Exactly then, he glared at his younger siblings. You better believe they knew that glare.

"Uh oh." C00lkidd said.

"O-oh, crap." Pr3ttypriincess mumbled under her breath.

The red child looked at the pink child, his eyes devoid of any bravery he had left. "...Do we start running, or—"

"Oh, you better. GET OVER HERE!"

Both kids came out of the room, screaming and scrambling for their lives. 007n7 stared with a tired smile as the children played around the house.

Maybe, just maybe, the day wouldn't be so bad.

-🔷🔴🩷-

Please don't say I went ooc, I wrote them for the first time + I see them as these extremely chaotic siblings more than anything else—

And to the ppl saying, "erm actually, their parents are-" I hc that 007n7 SOMEHOW adopted bluu and priin so there ya have it <3

Don't worry guys, I'll still post Dandy's World stuff, the fic motivation hits during random ass times and idk why-

[matbaerzal]

blurb idea: tyson wants to golfing with you despite your protests and he’s lucky you love him so much so you let him drag you along but not without some tricks up your sleeve. you’re a total tease not wearing any panties underneath your short golf skirt and you’re bratty and push tyson’s buttons until he can’t take it anymore and guides you back to the clubhouse to fuck you in the bathroom

This has been in my drafts half finished for three years omg. After answering the other request I felt inspired to have a look at some old ones... I am so sorry to whoever requested this that it took so long, you've probably forgotten it by now if you're even still following and all that. ANYWAYS here's some tyson jost smut! NSFW under the cut (and a little over the cut too) Words: 1,4K

Tyson could feel his cock hardening as you hand him your lacy panties, the innocent look you're trying to give him doesn't quite hide your smirk. During your quick bathroom break, you'd come up with a plan to hopefully make your day more fun for yourself.

Tyson had managed to convince you to tag along to golf with him, despite your protests. Even though you had tried to be openminded once you got here, in the end you'd been right – you really didn't like golf, no, you hated it actually. The only positive thing was that Tyson looked incredibly hot, but ultimately even that became a negative thing because now all you could think about was him and how good his hands looked wrapped around the stupid golf club. And how his biceps looked in his tight t-shirt and how his pants perfectly showed off his thighs and butt. So, you thought it was only fair of you to even the playing field.

"What do you think you're doing?" he quickly shoves the lace into his pocket before anyone sees.

"I'm not doing anythi-".

"Don't even try to act all innocent right now" he warns you.

You press your thighs together at his tone, your plan was already working, and you couldn't wait until you finally got what you wanted out of him.

"Just trying to make your day as torturous as mine has been so far" you bite back.

"Is that so?".

"Mhm".

He scoffs, "right, if you think I'm gonna give you what you want you're wrong, baby."

"Wanna bet?" you look down at his obvious bulge, knowing he's trying to convince himself more than he's trying to convince you.

--

It didn't take long for you to realize that you'd underestimated his willpower a little. While the best-case scenario would have been him dragging you right back to the clubhouse right after you'd given him your panties, you knew it wasn't likely. But it had been over an hour now. You'd been rubbing his thigh as he drove the golf cart, but he brushed your hand away if it crept up too high. You'd been bending over a little extra as it was your turn to take a shot – but all he'd done was correct your posture.

You huff out, as you take the golf club Tyson hands you. Tyson's been clear enough now that nothing's happening, so you give up on the games and just think of all the pointers he's given you on how to stand. You spread your feet just right, hold the club the way you're supposed to, you don't bother to bend down any further than you need to this time. You're about to take a swing as Tyson steps up behind you.

"What is it this time?" you frown.

"Uuuh, your- your feet are too far apart" he tries.

"No, they're not" you look down.

"Yeah, they're supposed to be like this" he puts his hand on your thigh to guide your foot closer to the other, barely moving it.

"Wow, Tyson, thank you" you say sarcastically, "I'm sure my shot's gonna be great now that my feet are half an inch closer together". You turn around to look at him, only to find him blushing like he's been caught in a lie. "Are you sure you didn't just want to feel me up?" you tease.

"Pfft, no".

"I'd be fine with that, you know – feel free to put your hand up my skirt".

"Babe" he groans.

"No, seriously, I'd love for you to feel how wet I am right now"

"Shh" He looks around, as if to check if anyone heard you, even though there's no one nearby. Turns out you've been reading him all wrong, he's been coming up with excuses to touch you all along. You turn back around, making sure to exaggerate your incorrect pose again. He shakes his head at himself, knowing it was only a matter of time before you got what you wanted. He can't help but laugh a little as he steps up behind you again. "There you go baby, that's it" you say as his hands are on you again. He breathes out as his forehead lands on your shoulder, his willpower finally crumbling.

"You're driving me crazy" he kisses your shoulder, his hands moving up to grip your hips, pressing himself against you to show you just how crazy you've driven him. You bite your lip, sinking into his body – "please, Tyson".

"Fuck, okay, let's go".

--

Tyson lifts you onto the countertop in the bathroom, he pushes your legs further apart before his hand pushes your skirt up to bunch around your waist. "Hold it there for me, babe" he waits for you to grab the fabric before he brings his fingers down, running them over your clit and down to your enrance. He kisses you to catch your moan in his mouth as he starts to tease you.

"This what you've been wanting?" he speaks against you mouth as his fingers circles your clit. You shake your head, "no".

"No?" he removes his fingers, making your grab his wrist to guide him back again.

"I mean, I want more".

"Oh, so you want this?" he pushes a finger into you making your toes curl. Your brain goes fussy, making you stutter as you answer him. "N-No, I want your cock".

"Yeah?" He removes his finger, slipping it into his mouth to clean it before he unbuckles his belt, and unzips his pants. Before he's pushed them down you pull his cock out, bringing him closer to you. He grips your thighs, sliding you to the egde of the counter as you guide his tip to where you need him. He pushes in slowly with a groan, swearing under his breath as you wrap your legs around him.

"'m really not gonna last long" he hides his face in your neck, you feel his breath against you as he grips your skirt tight, taking a moment to collect himself. "That's okay" you say, brushing your hand through his hair, scratching his scalp. He kisses your neck before leaning back to look at you.

His thumb finds your clit, shaking his head to say it's not okay – "gotta make you come first". His hips stay still as his free hand goes to push your top up. Taking the hint, you remove it for him along with your sports bra. His lips kiss your newly revealed skin, before he wraps his mouth around your nipple.

You can't help but move your hips as you feel yourself get closer, your head tilts back with a moan but Tyson wraps his hand behind your neck before your head hits the wall, pressing your forehead against his. "There she is" he murmurs, letting you fuck yourself on his cock.

His brows furrow, and he closes his eyes, "fuck- baby rub your clit for me, can you do that?" desperation drips from his words. You nod, moving your hand down to replace his. The second you do, both his hands grab your hips before he thrusts into you hard.

"Please tell me you're close" he begs you as he sets his pace.

"It's ok, baby" you say, meaning yeah I'm close, but I can tell you're closer.

"No- god, you feel too good" his fingers dig into your skin, trying to hold on to his control.

"Please".

He's a mess, shaking his head, stuck between not wanting to come before you and not being able to stop fucking you.

"I need you to come for me, Tyson".

"Fuuck-" his hips snap into yours, his control slipping away, you feel him pulsing inside you as he fills you up. His hips start to move slower, but he's still hitting deep inside you. You let yourself watch him, as you bring yourself to the edge. You feel yourself clench around him just as his hips stop, his eyes open just before yours close. He holds you close as your orgasm runs through your body, hiding his face in your neck, moaning from how sensitive he is.

You can't help but let out a giggle as you come down, your legs feeling like jelly as you unwrap them. His hands move down to squeeze you thighs as he breathes out a laugh himself. He goes to pull out

"Hey, careful" you warn him.

"Hmm?" he raises a brow in confusion.

"Don't get cum on my skirt" you clarify.

"So, you'll walk around with no panties under this skirt, but god forbid you get cum on it".

[jynxedshapeshifter]

apollo's bracelet should've had more relevance in dual destinies and spirit of justice tbh

I was responding to this ask and got super off-topic so I thought I'd make a post about why I think Apollo's bracelet should've had more relevance in Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice, because it seriously should have and I'm surprised it doesn't.

First of all, a recap of how Gramarye perception even works. Everyone in the Gramarye bloodline that we've seen (Magnifi, Thalassa, Trucy, and Apollo) tense in response to other people's tension. Apollo actually seems to react to the same things Phoenix's magatama does; both lies and information being withheld, whether someone's aware of it or not. Apollo was reacting to the same situation with Athena that was giving Phoenix black Psyche-Locks, and we know this bothered him because it's why he spends most of the last two cases with his eye covered.

Apollo also reacts to people pretending everything's fine when it's not, as seen in The Magical Turnabout with Trucy (although to be fair she also lied about being fine there but I digress). All of this to say, Apollo doesn't just respond to lies. He responds to any kind of tension. Which brings me to how weirdly irrelevant Apollo’s bracelet is for most of Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice. It's still relevant obviously, he still uses it and it still helps drive the plot forward, but we also don't really get mention of it reacting where it feels like it would.

Apollo should've reacted to Blackquill on multiple occasions if not every time he saw him. Apollo should've been tense constantly around Fulbright. Apollo should've reacted to Klavier pretending to be fine in Turnabout Academy (which isn't just speculation on my part, we do get some hints that Klavier isn't as okay as he's acting, mostly through sprite and dialogue combinations).

He should've reacted to more things than just what he's mentioned to have reacted to, and we know that's all he reacted to because he mentions every instance of his bracelet reacting to something to Athena. I think you could argue that he was using his perception to help Athena figure out where to press a witness or present evidence, but I also think it's just as likely that he's just giving her advice based on his experience. It's so weird to me that Apollo doesn't react to more in Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice. Like maybe his bracelet DOES have the same amount of relevance in Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice that it does in AJAA, but my point still stands. Apollo should react to a lot more than what he does, even just going off what he does react to in canon.

He reacts to the same thing that caused Phoenix to get black Psyche-Locks on Athena and it bothers him badly enough for him to purposely take away his ability to use his perception. Athena detects discord in people's hearts by the same triggers that set Apollo off. In fact, while I was replaying the two Mood Matrix sequences in Turnabout Academy, I was questioning why Apollo's bracelet apparently wasn't reacting. He was also looking at Robin and Hugh during the Mood Matrix sequences, and both times they were actively lying, but there's no mention or even implication that Apollo was reacting at all (nor during any other testimonies where someone's lying). It's so weird to me.

It is WEIRD that Apollo’s perception isn't utilized a lot. It feels like it's underutilized compared to Phoenix's magatama or the Mood Matrix and it makes me sad. Apollo cares so much about other people and I feel like that in combination with his perception is an unexplored gold mine of heartbreaking and heartwarming Apollo interactions.

[moonlight-dream01]

How the bat fam find out

The bat family is the first of the two families to find out about Icarus and Achilles, and its not thanks to their detective brains. As the first few weeks with the twins officially pass Jon and Damian have a new routine set up already.

Whoever wakes up first gives the twins their first bottles and then works on breakfast. Once the other is awake they take over the child caring role. Then Jon goes and gets ready for his civilian job before flying from Gotham to Metropolis. (Damian and Jon bought a mansion close enough to wayne manor that the cave systems could connect to the batcave since Damian is their assigned doctor) Afterwards Damian spends the day caring for Icarus and Achilles, and once Jon is home in the evening he is solely responsible for the child caring and cooking. Then once nightfall arrives they all go to sleep, unless Damian is needed. Then he goes over to the batcave to work on whatever injuries have been sustained.

Through it all not once does Damian consider informing his family of the twins, it's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he forgot they don't know of their existence, and that the family never asks. Despite Jon taking the nightshift in child caring Damian still keeps their nurseries baby monitor camera app on at all times when he's not home in case of an emergency. It's one of these emergencies that leads to his family finding out about the twins.

It had been a semi peaceful night with very minore injuries, Jason being the only one who would require more thorough assistance, nothing a few stitches couldn't fix. And while Damian knew Alfred could handle it easily he didn't want the man to carry on that burden by himself, thus he was there tonight to stitch Jason up. It was calm in the bat cave for once, everyone doing what they needed to do or just relaxing.

Damian was just about done with the stitches when he received a text from Jon. It simply stated 'natural disaster emergency, Solarflare is needed, the twins are asleep will be back as soon as I can, I love you'. Damian replied an affirmative and that he loved him too, chekced on the still asleep twins through the camera app, and turned back quickly to his family. He simply stated "Jon is needed out as Solarflare and Achilles and Icarus cannot be left home alone, thus I must leave early tonight." Everyone stared at him in confusion, before assuming he was talking about some new pets he and Jon might have recently acquired. It was Dick who questioned him first, "Damian I didn't know you and Jon got some new pets, what species are they?" To which Damian stared at him in mild confusion and concern before simply replying "Richard, human infants aren't animals, even if they act like them at times."

Total silence. All that could be heard in the cave was the bats screeching above them and Tim choking on and dropping the energy drink he'd been chugging. Every single one of the bats and birds stared at Damian like he'd grown a second head before Bruce finally spoke up, sounding a bit choked, "human infants?" "Indeed, mother stated that the twins were a wedding gift to Jon and I, it has been a hard few weeks adjusting to them but it has been worth it," was the reply Damian gave, "now I must go, they shouldn't be left alone even if they are asleep in their cribs, goodbye."

With that the rest of them broke out of their stupor. Before he could fully walk out everyone started shouting out questions, "Wait! What do you mean wedding gifts???" "Did Talia kidnap some children for you?" "How old are they?" "You and Jon have children?" "Can you bring them here so we can meet them?", it was Stephanie who shouted that last question, louder then all the others looking at Damian imploringly. Seeing Damian pause she smirked before continuing, "you've kept them hidden from us so it's only fair that you introduce then to us." "I haven't kept them hidden from you, they simply never came up in conversation," was the reply she got. Steph pouted and just as she went to open her mouth to speak Damian interrupted her, "while I am unwilling to bring them here you all may quietly accompany me to check up on them, and once thats done you may ask your questions." Everyone immediately stood up and went to follow Damian through the tunnel that connected the two houses. They were all excited and mildly concerned to meet the two new additions to the family.

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[lixiaolang]

Reconnection

Pairing: Go Hyuntak x fem!reader

Summary: Having known of Hyuntak from his training days of Tae Kwon Do, you never thought you'd run into him again. What started as admiration from afar quickly turned into the beginning of something more.

Word Count: 5.3k

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Pain. That's all you felt as you struggled to put your hair up in a high ponytail. You still felt sore from Friday's beating, but it was slowly going away, as were your bruises. Hyuntak had messaged you about where to meet him and his friends today, so you were trying to get ready. He said it was at a basketball court so you settled for a tight shirt, baggy black pants and your favorite sneakers.

“Here,” Soo-ah offered to help, taking the hair tie from you. “Let me do it.”

Your friends had come over again to help you with getting ready, and you were grateful. When you told them yesterday about everything that had happened between you and Hyuntak, they were speechless. But you could tell their happiness for you didn’t reach their eyes. Even now, they remained quiet. Ja-in was laying on your bed, playing her game.

“Hey.” You looked at Soo-ah in the mirror. “What's with you guys?”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since I told you Hyuntak became my boyfriend, you both have been acting weird.”

Soo-ah finished doing your hair and turned to look at Ja-in, who sat up. She explained, “We just… we don't want to see you get hurt.”

“You think Hyuntak would hurt me?” Your eyes widened in shock.

“No, no!” Soo-ah shakes her head. “We just think because of the rumors about him and his friends and what happened a few months ago, it's not a good idea to be associated with him.”

“Because of that stuff with the Union?” You raised a brow.

You weren't sure about exactly what had happened apart from some rumors going around at your school. Rumor had it that Eunjang High School had won in a fight against the Union, with Baku leading the whole ordeal. Some of the girls at your school had dated some of the Union boys, and they were pissed off.

“Don't look at us like we're crazy. Do you really want to get mixed up in all that?” Ja-in crossed her arms.

“Ever since they won, there's nothing to get involved in. It's been peaceful.” You protested.

“Peaceful?” Soo-ah lifted up your shirt, revealing your healing bruise. “Look at what happened just from being with him for a few days!”

“That's not fair. It's not his fault Yuna is crazy.”

Ja-in laughed in frustration. “Hey, I didn't take you for the delusional type.”

You stood up, facing her. “Call it what you want, but you both knew I liked him even before the Union. Besides, don't you think I've thought about the risks already?” You turned to look at Soo-ah, pointing to the spot of your bruise. “You think this doesn't remind me every day?

“I know what I'm getting myself into. You don't have to add salt to the wound. I'm sorry you feel the way you do about him, but nothing you can say will change my mind about Hyuntak. He's the one I want. And by some miracle, he wants me to. I finally get to be with him. Why can't you just be happy for me?”

Soo-ah and Ja-in looked at one another. Then they sat down on your bed, leaving a space in the middle for you. You crossed your arms, trying not to cry out of frustration as you sat down between them.

“We're sorry.” Ja-in began. “We didn’t mean to upset you.”

Soo-ah put an arm around you, “But you have to understand, seeing you get beat up like that, we thought we were going to lose you.”

Holding your hand, Ja-in continued, “We know Hyuntak would never do anything to hurt you. But hearing about the fights he and his friends have been in. It's hard not to imagine you getting caught up in that.”

“I know,” you exhaled, “but I'll be fine. I promise.”

“We're happy for you, really. From what we saw yesterday, he's certainly very protective of you.” Soo-ah smiled.

Your friends squeezed you in for a group hug. You understood why they were worried. Having them care so much made you realize that they just want what's best for you. You were certain they would grow to like Hyuntak more once they got to know him.

◇

Later, the taxi dropped you off at the meet-up spot. Spring had finally arrived, and the weather was bright and sunny, perfect for an active day out. As you walked towards the basketball courts, your eyes immediately found Hyuntak and his friends. Five of them were shooting hoops with him, and you recognized Juntae and Sieun sitting off in the sidelines on the steps.

“y/n!” Hyuntak waved at you once he saw you coming.

From where you stood, you could see he wore a white shirt and gray sweatpants with his vans you've seen him wear before. Making the timeout signal towards his friends, he jogged up to you with a grin on his face. “Hi. I'm glad you found your way okay.”

“Hi.” You smiled back shyly.

Hyuntak chuckled nervously, unsure if he should hug you, especially since he had worked up a bit of a sweat. “We're just practicing for the final basketball season next semester. Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone.”

Taking your hand in his, he led you to where everyone had gathered. You looked down at your intertwined hands and felt your heart flutter. It sounded silly, but you didn't think you'd ever get used to it. Blushing, you looked up at him, and he caught your eye. Smiling, he asked, “What?” Shaking your head, you smiled too, “Nothing.”

“Hey, everyone!” Hyuntak announced once you got closer. “There's someone I want you to meet.”

As all his friends gathered in front of the two of you, you felt intimidated by their tall and strong figures, especially Baku. His broad shoulders stood out under the red basketball jersey he wore. You didn't know a lot about him, except he was Hyuntak's most trusted friend, captain of the basketball team, and peacekeeper of their school. Because of that, you wanted him to like you. Not just as Hyuntak's girlfriend, but as a person in general.

Park Humin seemed to read your mind because his big brown eyes softened and he smiled gently at you. You exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding and smiled back. “It's good to see you again, y/n,” he said. “Kicked anyone's ass lately?”

Hyuntak sighed in disapproval at his joke. At least, that's what you thought it was until you realized he was actually waiting for an answer. You felt a reassuring squeeze to your hand as Hyuntak gave you a nod to go ahead.

“Oh. Um… no?” You told him. It sounded like a question.

“Good.” Baku grinned. “Don't want you getting hurt again.”

“You know the idiot here, Park Humin,” Hyuntak rolled his eyes. He pointed to three boys standing off to the side, “those three over there are our teammates from school. Guys, this is y/n.” They waved at you, and you waved back.

“That's Ahn Suho, Seo Juntae, and Yeon Sieun.” He finished the introductions with the friends who had helped you on the first day you ran into them.

Out of the three, Sieun stood out to you. You had heard rumors about him from last year, how he was good at calculating and using things around him to his advantage in fights. You knew he was incredibly smart, brave, and much more of an introvert than you. He was also very protective of his friends, particularly of Suho, who was leaning against him with an arm on his shoulder.

“Hello,” you said before they noticed you staring too long, “it's nice to properly meet you all.”

“We were just watching the game over there. Want to join us?” Juntae asked, gesturing to where they were seated.

“Sure.” You nodded.

Hyuntak gave your hand a light squeeze. “Wish me luck?” Before you could say anything, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to yours. With one last kiss, he backed up, giving you a smug look. You watched a bit dazed as he let go of your hand and jogged back to continue the game.

Sitting down between Juntae and Sieun, you felt the most comfortable with them. You couldn't explain it. Something about the aura they both emitted gave you a sense of calm. The three of you silently watched the game together until Juntae offered you a banana milk drink.

“Oh, thank you,” you smiled at him happily.

“You're welcome,” Juntae said, “we have some snacks here too, in case you're hungry.”

You could only nod, not expecting their generosity and kindness. They didn’t even know you, and yet they were already treating you as a friend. A warmth flooded through you, and you tried to hide your smile as you opened your drink. You took a sip and then focused on the game.

Hyuntak, Baku, and Suho were on one team while the other three were on the other. Watching them play, you realized just how good they were at communicating with each other, passing the ball at the right time, or blocking for someone when needed. Not only that, Hyuntak was just as skilled at basketball as he was with Taekwondo. You watched in amazement as he shot a three-pointer with ease, giving Suho a quick high five after.

“Wow.” You breathed, a grin slowly showing on your face.

“Are you having fun?” A voice to your left said. You turned to look at Sieun, who was watching the game, and turned his head to look at you.

Trying not to look too surprised that he was speaking to you, you nodded, “Yes.”

The same stoic expression remained on his face as he looked back at the game. You closed your eyes in frustration towards yourself for not keeping the conversation going. Befriending Sieun wasn't going to be easy. It was hard enough to tell what he was thinking, so you could only imagine what kind of first impression he had of you. You really wanted to get to know him.

“Nice!” Baku praised Suho for making another basket. As the game continued on, you noticed that Hyuntak's water bottle was running low. You recognized his duffle bag the bottle was next to from his room.

“I'll be right back,” you told Juntae, standing up.

Hyuntak caught the ball Baku had passed to him when he noticed you walking off. He was about to call another time out when he saw Sieun say something to Juntae, then stand up and walk after you. Letting out a sigh of relief, he focused back on the game, knowing that you were probably the safest with him.

You reached down to grab the cold water bottle from the vending machine when you heard loud voices coming up behind you. Turning around, a group of guys were entranced by something playing on one of their phones, their excitement visible. Just as you started to walk off, a voice called out towards you.

“Whoa! It's her!”

Stopping midstep, you turned around to see four pairs of eyes staring at you in amazement. You looked around to make sure it really was you and not somebody else. Lifting up your hand, you pointed at yourself in confusion, “Me?”

“You're the girl that kicked Yuna in the face!”

You didn't know how to feel. A mixture of embarrassment and confusion still. Did somebody send them a video? You remembered some of the girls had been recording the fight, but you never thought it would reach other schools. If it had indeed gone viral, things were not looking good when you went back to school tomorrow.

“Hey, you must be pretty tough to take on that many girls,” one of them said. With a wink at you, he added, “Emphasis on the pretty.”

Another joined in, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Hey, dumbass. She's probably dating Go Hyuntak. Can't you tell from the video?”

Everything was happening too fast. Many thoughts were running through your head, and you just wanted to be with Hyuntak again. From what you could tell, the boys meant no harm and were just impressed by what they saw. You looked at them as they waited for an answer from you.

“I'm sorry,” you gave a quick apologetic bow before turning to leave.

“Wait!” One called after you.

The group of guys stopped abruptly in their tracks when they noticed Sieun approaching. You looked at him in surprise because you hadn't even heard him follow you. He walked up next to you and glared at the boys.

“Yeon Sieun.” The voice of the boy who spoke had a tone of fear behind it.

You slowly moved to stand behind Sieun, but still kept your guard up just in case. The boys had begun to step back, and you watched as their bravado turned cowardly. You were speechless. What could Sieun have done to make them react in such a way? At his mere presence?

“We're sorry,” the guy with the phone said, “we didn't know she was with you.”

“Just go.” said Sieun.

They all turned and hurriedly walked off. You were still watching them leave when you felt a hand touch yours. Not realizing you were gripping the water bottle too tight, you eased up after looking at Sieun. His eyes were filled with worry as he asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Thank you.”

“Come on. Gotak will be wondering what's taking so long.”

You both started walking back toward the courts in silence. At the mention of his name, you didn't know if you should tell Hyuntak about what just happened. Or about the video. It was probably nothing, and yet a part of you knew that you were wrong.

“You should tell him,” Sieun looked at you with an expression you couldn't place. “It's best that he knows everything that concerns you. Trust me. Secrets have a way of getting out.”

Before you could ask what he meant, Baku's loud voice was heard from down the field, “Hey! Hurry up! You're about to miss the winning shot!”

Sieun went down first, and you followed after. Juntae greeted you both and explained how both teams were now tied. The one who makes the next shot wins the game. He laughed as he added that the losing team had to buy food for everyone. You tried your best to focus on the game, not wanting Hyuntak to worry.

Everyone watched in anticipation as Baku passed the ball to Suho. He dribbled the ball towards their side of the net, his blocker coming up right in front of him. Faking making the shot, he quickly passed it to Hyuntak, who caught it, and made the winning basket. The boys went wild, and you cheered along with Juntae. You look at Sieun, who had a small smile on his face.

Hyuntak rushed over to you, and you threw your arms around him, not caring if he was sweaty. You were just happy to be in his arms again. He spun you around, the happiness radiating off of him contagious, and you let yourself forget what had happened earlier. At least for the moment. He set you down, taking your face in his hands and kissing you with a smile.

“You were incredible.” You praised him in between kisses.

“Yeah?” He paused to look at you, his eyes sparkling.

You nodded, pulling him back in for one more kiss. Hyuntak chuckled, “Hey, maybe I should win more often.”

Rolling your eyes, you laughed as you handed him the water bottle you bought for him. He smiled and thanked you before opening it and practically chugged the whole thing down. You watched in awe, still not believing that this multi talented man was your boyfriend. He caught you staring so you looked away, blushing.

Baku walked up to you both. “Sangmin is buying lunch,” he grinned. “There's a new place I've been wanting to check out. Are you down?”

Hyuntak looked at you, “What do you think? Want to try it?”

As much as you wanted to, you were beginning to feel overstimulated. You didn’t want to ruin their dinner by not being fully there mentally. Your thoughts were still all over the place, and frankly, you just wanted to go back home. So you shook your head, “You guys go ahead. It was a great game, though.”

“Gotak is just glad he got to show off in front of you,” Baku smiled, bumping his shoulder against his friend's. “Rain check on the dinner then, guys!” He said, walking back to Juntae and his teammates.

“You're not going with them?” You looked at Hyuntak.

“I'd rather spend more time with you.”

His words filled you with glee, and you took his hand in yours. As you said goodbye to everyone else, you noticed Sieun and Suho were doing some practice shots a few feet away. Suho was standing behind Sieun as he fixed his arms in order to get the right position for the shot. Together, they watched as the ball went up and into the net. You watched as Suho praised Sieun, who looked at him with an intensity that made you look away out of privacy.

“Sieun! Suho! Come say goodbye!” Baku waved them over.

“Hey, y/n,” Suho said as they walked up to you, “What did you think of the game? Hyuntak looked pretty awesome, right?”

“You all did.” You smiled at him. “It was great. And it was nice to see you all again.”

“Get home safe.” Sieun told you.

Juntae handed Hyuntak his belongings, along with the basketball. He smiled, “Thanks Jun. Let me know when everyone gets home, yeah?”

“I will. We'll see you tomorrow at school.” Juntae waved at you. “And we're looking forward to seeing you again, y/n.”

They all waved goodbye as you and Hyuntak started your walk home. You bounced the basketball as you went and couldn't remember the last time you played. Hand-eye coordination was not your best, which is why if you had to do a school sport, you were more of a track and field type of person.

“Next time we will go somewhere we can all enjoy,” Hyuntak told you, “but did you have fun?”

“I did.” You stopped bouncing the ball and looked at him. “Your friends are all really nice.”

“I'm glad you think so. They're good guys.”

Hesitating because you didn't want to make assumptions, you eventually asked, “Are Suho and Sieun dating?”

“They are,” he said with a smile. “It’s impossible to miss seeing their level of devotion, huh?”

“It looks pretty intense.”

He stopped to take the basketball from you and slipped his free hand into yours. “They went through a lot the past two years. One thing you should know is that those two would do anything for each other. Suho is Sieun's first and only priority, and Sieun is Suho's.”

Continuing the walk, you both turned a corner into a busy street. It was crowded and noisy, people rushing to get to where they needed to go. You weren't familiar with the area, but you felt safe with Hyuntak. He pulled you in closer, making sure you stayed with him.

“You make it seem like Sieun would leave you and everyone if there was a choice between his friends, or Suho.”

“I wouldn't necessarily phrase it like that,” he pondered.

“I'm right?”

“I guess it just depends on the matter at hand. Even if that were the case, I would respect Sieun's decision. Especially now that I understand where he's coming from,” Hyuntak looked at you. “To put the one who matters most to you first.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Feeling like there was nothing more to say, you leaned against him with a smile. He let go of your hand to put his arm over your shoulder, and you wrapped your arm around his waist. Kissing the top of your head, the walk continued on for a few more minutes until you saw that you were standing in front of his place.

“Do you want to come in for a while? We could order pizza.”

“Sure.” You beamed at him. “I'd like that.”

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Later, after Hyuntak had showered and rested, you were both sitting on the floor finishing up your dinner. You let him tell you about the game and what you had missed while you and Sieun were gone. The way he talked about basketball, full of life and joy, you could tell the sport meant a lot to him.

“Suho passing the ball at the last minute was a surprise,” Hyuntak laughed. “He usually makes the shots even if someone is blocking him.”

“It's a good thing you're quick on your feet then.” You smiled.

He blushed, letting out a small chuckle at your compliment. Then he let out a big stretch and sighed, “It's still kind of early. Do you want to go home?”

You shook your head.

Hyuntak smiled, pleased with your answer, “We can watch a movie. Why don't you pick something and I'll clean up here.”

As you scrolled through the movies, your mind wandered back to what Sieun had said. How you should tell Hyuntak about what had happened today and the video. You weren't sure how to bring it up without worrying him. Not to mention, he was in a good mood after winning the practice game, and you didn't want to spoil the evening.

You felt him sit next to you, his arm settled on the couch behind you, “Hey, what's wrong?”

Of course he would notice your change in mood. Not wanting to look him in the eyes just yet, you noticed his shorts had risen just above his right knee when he sat down. You placed a gentle hand on it and carefully lifted the fabric just a bit more to see his scar. You gasped softly, slowly tracing it with your fingers. This was the first time Hyuntak wore shorts without his usual knee brace, and you couldn't help but wonder if he wanted you to see it.

“That feels nice.” Hyuntak whispered, closing his eyes at your warm touch. He then opened them and looked at you, “Ask me anything you want.”

You hesitated, trying to figure out where to start. “Did the Union do this?”

“Yes.”

For some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to ask why they attacked him in the first place. They were a disgusting excuse for human beings, and it made you angry at the unfair advantage they had. You knew Hyuntak wouldn't lose a fight unless he was outnumbered. Not ready to hear the reason behind the ambush, you went with a different question.

“You were alone?”

“Yes,” he repeated. “I was on my way home when they jumped me.”

The anger you felt suddenly turned into sadness. You leaned against Hyuntak's chest so he wouldn't see your tears start to fall. Your hand never left his knee, and you could only imagine the pain he felt during it all. It crushed you, knowing he suffered by himself and possibly even more during his recovery process. The trauma that comes from something like that was too much for anyone to bear.

“You must've been so scared,” you softly cried.

There was a short pause until he said, “Maybe a little.” He placed a hand on your shoulder for comfort.

In all honesty, Hyuntak was scared at the time. Scared of what his future would look like. If he would heal enough to be able to continue Taekwondo. Scared for Baku, wondering if they would go after him next. His fears turned into reality when the doctor told him his Taekwondo days were over. And then again, when Baekjin convinced Baku to finally join the Union.

But all of that was in the past now. He's made peace with knowing he'll never be at the same level he once was. And with never knowing what could've been. Hyuntak doesn't dwell on it anymore. His friends and you. That's what was currently happening. Dreams come and go. Life can get in the way. Yet he knows that as long as he has you and his best friends, everything has a way of working out.

“y/n, it's okay,” he moves you so you're looking at him, “I'm okay, really.”

Hyuntak said it with such certainty that you knew it was true. He was here with you, healthy and alive. That's all that mattered. Wiping your tears with his thumb, he gave you a small smile. You tried to return it but failed. He sighed, pulling you in for a hug, “So emotional.” There was a hint of humor behind his tone.

“It's not funny,” you frowned.

“No, it's not,” Hyuntak exhaled. “It's touching to know that you care so much about me, though.”

Whether he wanted you to or not, you let out a chuckle. Pulling back to face him, you intertwined your hand with his, finally removing your hand from his knee. His eyes searched yours, trying to see if you felt better. To answer him, you leaned in to kiss him, slow and gentle. You made a promise to yourself to make sure he never felt the way he did back then.

His kisses were soft and sweet as he placed his hand against your cheek. A warm and fuzzy feeling built up inside of you, your heart feeling like it could burst. You realized that your feelings for Hyuntak had grown stronger over the past couple of days. This new and powerful feeling had you wanting to give everything and do anything for him.

Hyuntak sighed, touching his nose against yours. “For the record, I care about you just as much. I can't see myself without you now that I'm yours.”

You swooned at his words. He said it so easily, as if he had already made up his mind about you. Granted, you had done the same about him. You couldn't let go of him if you tried. Every day with him only rooted him further into your heart. He was becoming a part of you that you also couldn't live without.

“I'll always want you.” You said simply, pulling back to properly look at him. There was a change in his eyes once you said those words. He smirked, his expression fervent.

“Good. Because I'm not going anywhere.”

He kissed you harder this time, his actions speaking louder than his words. Hyuntak wasn't just a talker. Once he set his mind on something, odds were he was going to follow through. As he deepened the kiss, you knew that the only way he would leave you was if you told him too.

You felt his hands explore your body over your clothes. He was everywhere. Even his fresh smell from the shower filled your senses. His hands picked you up slightly, so you were straddling him. Your hands fisted his hair as you pressed your body against his, his arms wrapping around you.

A whimper escaped when he bit your bottom lip.

“What is it, baby?” He murmured against your skin, his lips traveling down to your jaw until they settled on your neck.

Your mind was racing, but you didn't want him to stop. You shivered as he kept touching you, letting him have his way with you. His hands went under your shirt, and you felt his calloused fingers run along your bare skin. Arching your back, you were slowly becoming a mess, and he knew it.

“Should we show everyone at your school tomorrow that you belong to me?” Hyuntak breathed as he started leaving love bites and marks along your neck, “My pretty girl.”

“Hyuntak,” you panted.

Closing your eyes, you relished in the way his mouth felt against you. You moaned as he worked his way down your neck, and you gasped when he lifted your shirt up almost all the way. You quickly pulled your shirt back down, but Hyuntak already saw your healing bruise. Just like that, the magic switched off, and it was back to reality. He leaned back, his eyes worried.

You were catching your breath as you touched your forehead against his, “It doesn't hurt anymore. I'm fine.”

“I'm walking you to school tomorrow,” he said, determined.

Hyuntak gently removed you from his lap and stood up. You watched as he went inside his room and came back wearing a light color block jacket and your favorite blue hoodie of his at hand. He offered it to you. Taking it, you slowly stood up. Since you were going home, and the night was over, you figured now was the time to tell him what had happened earlier in the day.

“There's something else.”

He stopped midway from picking up his keys. Looking at you confused, he asked, "What?”

“When I went to go buy your water bottle during the game, a few guys came up to me. They recognized me from a video going around with us and Yuna.”

Hyuntak's jaw clenched as he processed this. “Did they hurt you?”

“No,” you shook your head. “Sieun found me and told them to leave.”

“Why didn't you mention this earlier?”

“I didn't want to make you worry. You were so happy after winning the game.”

His face relaxed a bit at your words. With a sigh, he walked towards you and reached for your hand, holding it tightly, “I'm sorry. I know you meant well, but you have to tell me whenever things like that happen, sweetheart.”

“I know. I should've listened to Sieun. He said to tell you,” You looked down at your feet. “I'm sorry.”

Placing a finger underneath your chin, he made you look at him again, “What else did he say?”

“That secrets have a way of getting out.”

He has a point, Hyuntak thought. Suho eventually found out about what happened to Sieun on his birthday, and the outcome was disastrous. It wasn't either of their faults, but if there's one thing Hyuntak learned from that situation was that keeping things quiet didn't always end well.

“Why are people afraid of him?”

Your question seemed to bring him out of his thoughts. He looked at you, caught off guard, “Hm?”

“The guys we ran into. They didn’t want anything to do with Sieun and took off, scared.”

“It's a long story. Come on. Let's get you home first.”

He helped you into his hoodie, and you both made your way out the door. During the taxi ride, Hyuntak told you about what happened between Sieun and Suho over the past two years. About the fights they got into in order to protect and defend the other, without giving it a second thought. Hyuntak also mentioned how the first time he fought Sieun, it was because he said some things he shouldn't have, which he later apologized for.

“Experiencing the way he fights first-hand, it would probably freak out anyone. I'm not surprised those idiots ran off when they did.”

“He really would do anything for Suho, wouldn't he?”

“In a heartbeat.”

You began to understand Sieun after hearing more about him. For someone who ended up in a lot of tough situations, he never once let it change who he is. Someone as kind and warm as him deserved a person like Suho. The taxi came to a stop, signaling that you made it home. Hyuntak walked you to your front door with the taxi waiting for him. You began to remove his hoodie, but he stopped you.

“Keep it. It looks better on you,” he smiled. It slowly faded as he rubbed the back of his head. “Listen, I might be a bit overprotective this week. Just until I know you'll be safe at school.”

“Is there anything I can do?” You asked, wanting to ease his worries.

“Stay safe,” he said, looking into your eyes. “And stay out of trouble.”

Just as you were about to object at his last request, he leaned down to kiss you.

“Sleep well, y/n. I'll be back to pick you up in the morning.”

a/n: sorry for the long wait! I hope this longer chapter makes up for it <3

and also happy pride month! Had to include the boyfriends :')

taglist: @hollxe1 @snowflakemoon3 @l5byrinth @pjselee @quokkluv @its-just-me0

[lovejongseob]

Nerd Jongseob x Trouble Maker Reader

Jongseob was nothing short of the word genius. Anyone who wouldn't admit he was, was often regarded as simply arrogant and uninformed. He was adored by teachers and students alike. But, it wasn't just the grades he received, the insane speed he could complete mathematic formulas, the full length essays he could write in a single class, or the long list of extra curricular's on his school records that made him a genius.

If you spent your time weighing people's intelligence based on what the schools had to say about it, you probably would've just stopped going. You imagine if you hadn't been so stubborn in how you wanted to live, you probably wouldn't have even been at school long enough to meet Jongseob.

You would've never seen him at a party or met through a mutual friend. You wouldn't bump into him at the liquor store, and it's not like you'd ever be in a situation asking him for a lighter or what hes doing later. He'd always be working, considering his education, and doing whatever he can to improve himself further.

He would've never imagined himself getting so close to someone who seemed so uninterested in everything that he thinks makes him appealing. In Jongseob's mind, everyone just liked him for the results he received on paper. It was exhausting, harsh, and something no one could know about.

Jongseob's biggest fear was people judging him or seeing him differently if they learnt how he felt about school sometimes, but he knew if one person wouldn't, it was you. On the days you show up, you're basically the complete contrast of him.

You might be just as analytical, intelligent, or genius, but you actively avoid using it in school. It's a waste of money, time, space, ect, and for whatever reason you're being forced to go, fuck that, you're skipping anyway. If only he was friends with you, maybe he could learn how to feel a little less suffocated.

But that was the issue, there was no way someone like you would spend time on someone like him, right ? He's nervous around new people, gets overstimulated at parties, doesn't like how smoking burns his chest, and that's just the start. He's sure you'd get bored of him before you even remember his face.

Until, your teacher, fresh out of ideas, somewhat begs Jongseob to tutor you. You're annoyed, looking at a face you have in fact never seen before, or at least don't remember seeing- But to be fair, it's not like you care about remembering many faces, not like its personal. He, on the other hand, is trying not to smile ear to ear and set up an oddly casual study session with someone he just met.

He succeeds, acting somewhat calmly, but of course, you're instead the one to offer an oddly casual study session. He doesn't know what else he expected honestly, but the atmosphere actually helps him feel a lot more comfortable. Jongseob doesn't know what happened, but instead of studying, you lure him into telling you about something totally different.

Something about the easing darkness in your room, the distant city lights through your window, barely audible rain, made really hanging out with you feel surreal. You aren't even doing anything now, yet it somehow feels taboo. You're the calmest you've ever been, just letting him talk, and yet this feels the biggest rule is being broken.

He doesn't realize you basically baited him until after he leaves, but I guess that means he just has to come back ? Hes a lot more critical the next time around, genuinely thinking hes going to go in there and teach you something. He keeps pulling the topic back to the research, but the more and more you ask about him, and the things he said he liked from last time, the more he thinks just talking isn't such a bad idea.

You've been 'studying' more and more, and not once have you been rude about him being more of a nerd than you are. On its own, the fear he had of you judging him, disappears. The more and more time you spend together, the more sees you having fun in ways he didn't think you would. And in return, you see him relaxing and opening up to things you might have assumed hed be stuck up about.

Eventually, you start talking more, like actual conversations, not the basic charm small talk. You're both opening up, and telling each other things you never thought you would. He knows you aren't going to get bored, because you make everything entertaining. It's what you're usually doing at school, even though your idea of fun, and other's idea of delinquency, usually line up. You knew you were never going to get bored from the start. When he wasn't talking about school, and rambling on about every question you asked, telling you every detail about the stuff he liked, he was a genius.

If you told yourselves back then how close you'd be now, there's no way they would've believed you. The smartest student is actually way more intelligent than everyone thinks, you're so much cooler than he could've ever imagined, and the face people make when you throw an arm around him on campus is to die for. People talk about the best case scenario, he 'helps you change your ways, and promotes your academics", or the worse case scenario, "you're going to distract him and taint his education". Neither of you care, and theres not a chance youre changing what brought you two together.

freaked the hell out formatting this on time. i dont know what to say this isn't even scheduled its just me writing at the scheduled time 💔

[rosiesdisneydrama]

GF X Sky: This is MY House

AN: Just to explain the pronouns in this, Stan (like most Sky Spirits) is Non-Binary. He uses He/They pronouns. While Ford is firmly male and uses He/Him pronouns.

I tried to show Stan’s pronouns (and his difference from cannon) by switching between he and they between paragraphs for him. It may have gotten a bit confusing though so I’m not sure how well that worked. But it’s an experiment because NB characters are new for me to write so it’s unfamiliar territory which I’m still learning.

Here’s hoping I nailed it!

Also, heads up for some swearing. Bc Stan kinda blows his top at Ford in this.

Soos and Wendy had, successfully, convinced the kids to go out with them for a fun day at the mall so Ford and Stan could have the chance to finally have a long-awaited talk. A talk that had been waiting for thirty years to happen.

Stan had so much that he’d wanted to tell Ford when he’d first gotten his postcard in the mail. For him, that single postcard was a glimmer of hope. The hope that it had been for him when it arrived at his crummy little apartment that he was barely scraping together the money to pay for. The hope that, even if he didn’t have a home to go back to, then he might at least still have a brother to go back to.

(A brother who was finally reaching out to them, after ten years of silence. A brother who’d needed them. A brother who’d wanted them. Even if they were tangled and confused and struggling to tell who they were from who they used to be.)

He’d wanted to tell him about the memories that had filled his head suddenly when he’d nearly died. About the Realms of the Sky and everything in them that he could remember. He’d wanted to maybe, just maybe, try to find them and see if they were as real as they felt to him. With his brother there to help him do it.

But Ford had crushed that hope almost as soon as Stan had shown up outside his door. Whether or not his brother even realized that was what he’d done to them at that moment. The moment when he shoved his research journal at them and told them to get out, saying it was the chance to finally “do something useful”, he had crushed part of Stanley’s heart.

And oh had that stung when he’d heard it. That his brother, his twin, only saw him for how useful he was to him. That the only reason he had reached out was because he wanted something from him. That Stan needed to be useful for him to care about him.

As if staying alive for ten years on their own wasn’t enough. As if surviving against people who’d decided that they were better off dead wasn’t enough. As if all the work they’d put into cleaning their act up after nearly being drowned in a damn car trunk wasn’t enough for someone to care.

They had been ready to walk out on their brother at that moment, this time of their own accord because they weren’t about to let Ford treat them like that. Like some tool that he could use and throw away whenever he pleased. (Like every other bastard that had tried to use them before.)

Stan was a person, not an object that was only around to be used. And he wasn’t about to become one just to make his asshole brother happy.

It had turned into a fight, messy and sudden from their hurt angry feelings and Ford’s manic demands.

Stan ended up getting branded from Ford shoving him into some piece of equipment. And Ford had been sucked into his monstrous portal before it blew itself up.

It had taken decades for them to repair it and do what they could to ensure that the only thing that came through was their brother. Magic wasn’t one of their strong suits but they didn’t trust whatever was on the other side of that thing to be safe. Not with the way Ford had been acting about the damn thing. (They hadn’t even been sure Ford would be there when it opened.) So they used their meager knowledge of magic and what ingredients they could cobble together to alter the portal enough that only someone related to them could come through.

(Blood was always a dangerous ingredient in magic, but a completely necessary one for Stan’s plan.)

But he’d done it. He had done it. Ford was home again, in the world where he belonged. And it was Stanley who’d managed to get him back.

His brother wasn’t happy with them about it, though. Getting punched in the face the moment Ford saw them had made that clear. Or the way he had talked to them in those moments in the dark of the destroyed basement. That hurt too. Nothing Stan did was ever enough for him. Like it had been with Pa.

It had been forty years since that damned science fair and Ford was still holding a grudge over it. FORTY FUCKING YEARS. Stan had moved on, but it seemed his brother hadn’t.

(And Ford seemed to think that Stanley was the one who needed to grow up.)

They watched Soos’ car leave through the window, taking both of their employees and their great niece and great nephew into town. A day at the mall would, hopefully, keep the kids occupied enough to not worry about what was happening in the Shack without them. They would be far enough away that the kids wouldn’t hear the impending screaming match between their two grunkles. Because, at this point, Stan was expecting it to turn into a fight.

They would both say things they probably wouldn’t mean, and throw out things that cut deep and hurt to hear said to them. That was, sadly, the kind of thing that they would be very good at doing.

It was going to hurt so much. But, maybe, it was time to stop running away from the pain.

He took in a deep breath, held it, then let it out slowly. Time to get this over with.

“Alright, Pointdexter. It’s just us now. Say whatever it is you wanted to get into yesterday.” He remembered how Ford had tried to start it the night he’d finally come back.

They’d been able to tell just from the look on his face that, whatever he’d wanted to say at that moment, wasn’t going to be good and would quickly turn into a fight. And they both had plenty of ammunition on each other to make the ensuing fight loud and painful and far too easy to catch the kids in the blast zone. So he’d shut it down, fast and hard, before Ford could get much out and send them both over the edge.

Ford sighed, crossing his arms and half-glaring at Stanley from behind his glasses.

“Good. Here’s the deal, Stanley. You can stay here for the rest of the summer and keep watch over the kids. I’ll likely be spending most of my time in the basement trying to contain any remaining damage from the portal being opened, so I will not have time to keep an eye on them. But at the end of summer, once they’ve left, you will give me my house back; you will give me my name back and this “Mystery Shack” junk is over for good. You got it?”

Stanley gapped at him, jaw working in silent shock. Ford couldn’t be serious about this. But, looking over his brother’s face…

Ford was being completely serious. He was just going to throw them out as soon as he didn’t need them to keep watch over the kids for him. That they would only be allowed to stay for as long as Ford had something he could use them for. (Just like when he asked them to come to Gravity Falls all those years ago.) 

Then, everything in him burned.

Stanley had felt anger before. It was a very familiar feeling for them. One that they grappled with plenty of times before and they had even learned to (mostly) keep their control over it now. They’d learned that they were just the sort to feel more than most folks and that was fine. Normal for them, even.

He cried more. He laughed more. He raged more. He simply felt more than most folks. It was just how he was. And he knew it. Had learned to embrace it, even.

But this? Ford telling them to just pack up and get out as soon as the summer was over? After everything they’d done for him? Everything they'd given up for their brother over the years?

No, Stan wasn't just angry.

He was FURIOUS.

“No,” Stan’s answer was short and with an edge of their fury escaping. An edge that Ford seemed to miss entirely based on the way his eyes narrowed at his sibling.

“That wasn't a request-” he started but Stanley cut him off with a short, harsh laugh. It was a laugh Ford would have never heard from him before.

(He had never been on the receiving end of rage like this before.)

“Oh, I know it wasn't a “request” Ford. I may not be a genius, but I’m not that stupid.” They put the can of soda down with more force than needed. They continued, “I’m not leaving. Not after everything I've put into this place.”

“Stanley, stop being…” Stan’s head snapped to Ford, eyes glaring with more fury than Ford had ever seen from him before.

“No, Ford. You aren't kicking me out of my house just because you’re back in this reality. Because, after thirty years of being here? This is my house.” They pushed themself up, never breaking eye contact with their brother. Ford looked like he was going to say something, but Stan cut him off. “Did you know that your grants had been cut by the time I showed up here? You’d been MIA for so long with them that they assumed you were either dead or too unreliable for them to keep funding. It was in the letters and phone messages you’d been ignoring while you were losing your shit up here.”

He laughed again, harsh and cold. He could see Ford’s eyes widen at that, caught flat-footed by the revelation. It was likely the first time he’d considered what had happened to his grant money without him publishing papers to keep it. Clearly, he hadn’t considered that he might be broke when he finally came back to earth again.

They pressed onward, too angry to stop telling Ford everything that he’d forgotten to factor into his return.

“Oh man, those messages were nasty to listen to. They got damn cruel when they were sure that they were just talking to a dead man. It’s amazing what people will say to someone when they think there’s no one to call them out on it. I still have the tapes, if you wanna hear them yourself. I put them in a lockbox where the rest of your important documents are. I wanted to be sure no one would be able to steal them.” He waved his hand nonchalantly, as he mentioned that.

They kept the key to that box on their key ring, with the box itself hidden in the false back of one of the cabinets in Ford’s secret study. They’d had plenty of time to find all of Ford’s secret places, and the fact that more than a few of them were keyed to Ford’s eye (and theirs by extension) made them very secure places in the house. So they made sure to hide everything truly important in those rooms. It did a fantastic job of hiding things from anyone trying to rob them.

(Sure, he’d missed a few items but he was able to recover from those oversights well enough.)

“But, while listening to those, I realized that any money you had was about to be gone and I had no way to pay your bills. Not as myself, at least. That was when I started pretending to be you, as I’m sure you can guess. I didn’t do it because I wanted to wreck your life while you were gone like you seem to think I did. I did it because I wanted to make sure you’d still have something to come back to.” Stan remembered the panic they felt when they’d had that realization. The desperate planning they did to figure out how they could make enough money in the short window of time they had to keep the house up and running while they tried to bring Ford back. “Wasn’t long after that that I started running the Shack. I knew I couldn't fake being you well enough to make the government grant guys think everything was fine, so I had to come up with something else. So I played to my strengths and made something I could do that would pay your bills.”

“You... You still changed my labs into-” Stanley snarled at him, forcing him to clam up.

“I had to work my ass off to start up the Shack in time to pay your bills while still making it good enough to actually turn a profit. I can’t even count the number of nights I had to skip eating just to make sure the power bill was paid that month, on top of the heating and the groceries and rebuilding that fucking portal. Not to mention paying for your stupidly expensive mortgage so that the bank wouldn’t repossess the house! Because you were fucking terrified of someone coming to this place and, at least with the Shack, I had some control over who came and went. And I could chase out anyone who acted strange or didn’t take a hint that they weren’t supposed to stick around.”

Ford swallowed nervously, likely imagining the potential danger now that Stan had said it aloud. If his sibling had just taken the journal and left then everything he’d created would have been at risk. Anyone could have used and abused everything he’d been going out of his mind to keep safe.

“But if the bank took the place then any Tom, Dick, or Harry would be able to buy it and have free access to everything you were trying to hide! Or, Stars Forbid, they could have tried to get the money for the house out of Ma or Pa. We both know Pa wouldn’t have fucking bothered to keep your house for you. No, he would have emptied the place out by auctioning off everything you owned and then selling the shell off to the highest bidder! Pa’s never given a shit about “sentimentality” when he could be turning a profit instead.”

Stan knew that from experience. Why else would Pa throw out his seventeen-year-old kid with nothing but his car, his wallet, and a duffel bag of clothes? He’d been sabotaged from the start by his own father, why would Ford be given any leeway just because he was the “smart” one? Who’d gone “missing” and now people were coming to collect.

No, Pa had been just as much of a threat to everything Ford had been trying to keep safe as anyone else. Stan hadn’t felt any regret about tricking their father into thinking they were actually Ford. (Ma and Shermie, on the other hand? They felt bad about lying to them.)

“That’s not even getting into how anyone would have been able to break in whenever they liked until Pa or the bank managed to sell it off! With the place empty, anybody with a good ax or a sledgehammer could have gotten in and had the run of the place with no one to stop them. And the people in town sure as hell wouldn’t try to keep that shit from happening. Most of them didn’t even know your fucking name!” He let out another harsh cackle, remembering those first few months of being riddled with anxiety while running around town. Constantly expecting someone to call him out as an imposter only for it to never happen. “It’s almost tragic how easily I was able to convince them I was actually you! Thanks to the damn portal blowing up, I had enough burns on me to wave off anyone asking about why my hair was different or why I had tattoos. All I had to say was that some invention blew up on me and I wanted to cover up the scars with something and everyone just nodded and went with it!”

“You were burned?” Ford’s voice was small, his eyes trailing over the tattoos that decorated the side of Stan’s face and head. Looking at the marks and the shaved side of Stan’s head in a new light.

Their smile was sharp and cold as their brother finally looked past their tattoos to think about why they might have gotten them. About what could have motivated his salesman sibling to leave permanent marks on their face where everyone could see them, despite the biases they had grown up with about tattoos. Their scars had made them decide to get the tattoos they had before finally, but they’d since healed up.

He kept the tattoos to connect to the life he’d had before being Stanley Pines. Because that life mattered to him, even if he wasn’t living it anymore.

“Oh yeah, nothing I’d needed to be hospitalized for, thankfully. They’ve fully healed over at this point, but they were pretty ugly for a while. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the reasons the locals had been so willing to buy my earlier gift shop shit was out of pity. But I wasn’t about to complain, not when I had to pay your bills to keep the house. Not when there were nights when I had to skip sleeping to make things to earn money. Not when I had to convince the local bank to look past my handwriting to accept a check for the latest bill I was trying to pay off. Not when I was running myself ragged to make ends meet and bring you back!” Their voice was getting progressively louder as they went on, face morphing in fury as they stepped closer and closer. Until they were roaring at their brother in the small kitchen. They slammed their hand onto the table, snarling in rage as they continued. “Not when I’ve been putting weeks and months and years into learning enough to fix that damn portal on the vague hope that I could get you back because you’re my brother and I wasn’t going to just leave you for dead! I spent the last thirty years running myself into the ground to get you back and to make sure there would still be something for you to come back to! I put everything I had into taking care of this house and making the town care enough to help me when I needed it!”

Ford was leaning back in his seat, his face a mix of nervous and shocked by everything Stan was unloading on him. Things he’d been keeping to himself for years but were finally being triggered by his callousness into letting out. (By how short-sighted and selfish Ford had been to tell him to just pack up and get out.)

“I’m the one who paid the bills. I’m the one who kept the house from being repossessed. I’m the one who made sure you wouldn’t be broke or homeless or legally dead when you finally came back! I’m the one who poured THIRTY YEARS of their LIFE into this house and the town.” They were in Ford’s face at that point, snarling in rage and looming furiously over their wide-eyed, speechless brother. Their chest was heaving with fury as they glared into their brother’s face. “The world didn’t pause itself just because you weren’t here to be part of it. Shit happened and things changed.”

He roughly jabbed his finger into Ford’s chest, spitting out his words at him. Words that needed to be said aloud. Things that needed to be said by him and no one else.

“Your name may be on the deed, Ford, but this is my house. And I’m not letting you just take it from me.”

AN: Woooo! All done. I wrote this because I saw a post about an alternate way Stan and Ford’s conversation could have gone at the end of atots. Where Stan decided to finally stand up for himself and call out the way Ford was just- blatantly ignoring the way things had changed without him there in favor of his “I Am The Hero” mindset. And I was then firmly possessed during one lunch break to write one myself that was kinda crossover-y. Because I wanted to give Stan something a little more in terms of his central character to help him have the nerve to finally stand up to his twin brother.

(Make them a little less self-hating so that they won’t just roll over and accept whatever Ford wants from them.)

I especially wanted to harp on all the things that would have happened if Stan hadn’t been there. Not just by rebuilding the portal so that Ford could come back, but also by ensuring Ford’s bills were paid and that no one knew Ford was gone/missing.

Stan, in this, doesn’t go as deep into the fine details of what they went through while pretending to be Ford as they could have. Mostly because there are a LOT and they don’t have the time to get into them. They’re mostly harping on the most important details that Ford didn’t consider that Stan themself had already been forced to live with. (Broke and homeless with no one to turn to/rely on for help.)

Like, if Stan had taken the book and left after Ford went through the portal, there was every chance that someone else could have had access to the portal. Ford could have been declared LEGALLY DEAD after going missing for 30 years and having all of his assets liquidated and probably sent to his family. Or just eaten up by whatever bank he used to cover their supposed “lost” funds.

And trying to change that would have been a huge pain in the ass if there wasn’t anyone he could ask for help to prove he was the real deal. And that would have been just for his legal records. His financial ones would have been damn near impossible to reclaim.

He ABSOLUTELY would have been SOL if Stan hadn’t decided to take over Ford’s identity.

It’s only fair for him to be forced to realize that after being such a jerk to his own Twin by trying to send his brother back to a life of being broke and homeless but this time as a 60-something-year-old man.

[egophiliac]

Hi it's just to let you know that the official romanization of Revaan's name is Raverne ! Also they have romanized Baul's name to Baur !

Twst coming back at us again with the least expected romanization! thank you everybody (oh god my inbox) (no it's great, I literally asked for this and the reactions have been INCREDIBLE, thank you all!)

I do like Raverne though, I think it's got a nice fancy sound to it! (I had kinda suspected it was going to be an R instead of an L, so the fact that it's SO close to Laverne except for that is hilarious to me personally.) and Dragoneye Duke is honestly probably the best translation for his title, I wasn't envying the localizers that one. :') Baur instead of Baul I was NOT expecting, but in retrospect I think his name's supposed to be a reference to the Bauru crocodile, so that actually makes way more sense!

someone else also said Meleanor has become Maleanor, which is the REALLY weird one to me, because I was so surprised it was written as Mel instead of Mal in the first place?! oh god no I can't decide which one I like better. 😭 (I wonder if they might change it to Mal...they have made romanization changes before) (like I remember House of Distraction being corrected to House of Destruction in Playful Land) (I did check and she's still Mel for now, but I dunno, they might Mal her up and some point and save me from having to make a decision about which one to use) (HECK I CAN'T DECIDE)

uhhhh thank you for letting me ramble about anime names, let's just say MONOGRAMMED SWEATERS FOR EVERYONE

[rocketbirdie]

here comes trouble (make it double!)

[johnwickb1tsch]

you guys are geniuses @sweetwolfcupcake @reallongwire !!😂😂

what if you haven't had your annual screening in a while, you're way overdue. maybe its post pandemic or your insurance changed and you've just put it off and put it off because seriously who LIKES going to this appt?

you look through the list on the directory quickly and maybe you even misread his name, you think it says Dr. Julia Mercer and you're like ok this is fine get it over with click click. 😅

you go to your appointment and like you aren't already uncomfortable enough in the stupid paper gown and the sheet over your lap. He walks in and you are just dumbfounded. Flummoxed on the most visceral level possible. Like oh my god. Mortified. There is no way to act normal. You are a mess. You're not boy crazy but jfc this man ticks alllll your boxes.

Of course, you are suspicious too. Why would a man go into this field if he wasn't a creep? But maybe he actually just cares about women and could tell when he was in residency that it was an area of medicine that's grossly underserved. It could happen...

Of course, he's used to this reaction from new patients. He's all business while also being cordial and charming--there's an art to making small talk while giving a breast exam... He almost manages to put you at ease. Of course your native defense to uncomfortable situations is humor, and you manage to dig the hole deeper for yourself somehow while making him laugh.

Little do you know, he's struggling too. He is never a creep to his patients but there is something about you and he can't stop himself from thinking you are too cute for words. Bonus: he's already seen your hoohaa, very nice, 💯💯, appreciates the pre-appointment attention to detail... 🤣🤣 But of course, you're his patient. He can't ask you out. It's all moot...and it grinds him up a little inside.

When it comes time to leave his review you can't stop yourself from being funny at first. This man is a menace. Way too handsome to be a lady doctor. Didn't even need the lube. V. awkward. Nice smile. Warm hands. You delete it, of course, but...

Somehow, because you're a fucking idiot, you accidentally send that version unwittingly.

Julian, on the other hand, is dying with laughter when he reads this. Who is this girl? He looks you up and sees you're some kind of writer, like in the original movie. Maybe you write funny essays like David Sedaris, maybe some plays or tv writing. Maybe you have credits on a show he really likes. He can't stop thinking about you, and this is such an ethics violation.

Then...you run into him at the farmer's market a few months later. And he is not letting you slip away. You are trying to pick out a ripe melon. PLEASE let me put in a boob squeezing joke here. 😂😂 "Try this one." "How do you know?" "I've handled a lot of melons..." 🤣 Ok. I'm sorry. But then he has to say something that lets you know how badly you fucked up and YOU SENT THE CRASS REVIEW. You turn beet red. SO fucking embarrassed. Ready to drop your fruit and run. But he stops you.

"I'm not sure I can be your doctor anymore."

"That is five hundred percent understandable. I will be committing seppuku immediately."

"I can't be your doctor because I want to ask you to dinner tonight."

You die. That's it. The end.

😂😂😂

Rom com continues. There is definitely more of that cat and mouse vibe. He's used to women just fucking tripping over themselves trying to marry him because he's a handsome doctor, but you keep him at arms length because you're uncomfortable with how much you actually want him. You think you're mentally ill. You're not a teenager anymore. You should not feel this way as a grown ass woman. It's ridiculous.

But here you are. So fucked for and by this man. 😂😂😂 Turns out he really does know his way around the lady parts. Not fair. He IS a menace!

You invent a problem that doesn't exist so you can run away.

He tracks you down in Paris and when you see him in that fucking black cashmere turtleneck you die again.

The end. 😂

Ok ok not the end. I'm thinking...he runs you down. A big sappy declaration on the Pont des Arts (the bridge with all the love locks 😭 yeah i know). Snow falling. Kiss dammit!

Montage of doing lovey dovey things in Paris.

You live happily ever after.

Now it's the end.

but what if...

Dr. Julian Mercer was your gyno?

[artisticwizard]

My possibly controversial elden ring opinion is that Varré vs Ansbach isn't a "result of how miquella distorted the dynasty's original vision" but rather "a guy who was kidnapped and traumatized into a cult versus a guy who joined it willingly"

[pseudophan]

extremely important question do any buffy fans here actually like angel (the series not the character) because i swear all i see lately is people saying it sucks and they couldn't get through it and it's like you can't ALL be that wrong