#but I'll just say that living together would have most likely ruined our friendship

[notfknapplicable]

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Y’ALL

I FOUND A HOUSE

I went to see the rooms being offered by the elder punk and they’re pretty fucking awesome.  She has like no furniture in the living room so I look forward to adding a couch and table to that space.  I’ll be getting two rooms in the house and we’ll have to share a bathroom, but hey pal that’s livin’ with roommates!  The two rooms are super awesome because I’ll be downsizing big time for this move and I’m glad I won’t have to live out of just one room.  I’ll turn the smaller room into my media/TV room which will allow me to keep up my sleep hygiene practices.  The front and back yard are both permaculture gardens so YAY no mowing.  She leaves the house on most weekends to go backpacking in the nearby mountains, so it won’t be one of those situations where the roommate is always there.  The house is near lots of local trails so I’ll have plenty of occasion to leave the house as well.  Plus it’s just...near things, unlike my current place.  I can walk to places!

It’s a privately owned free-standing home (not a duplex) with no deposit, both of which are a goddamned godsend.  She also smokes and likes the smell of cannabis, though she doesn’t imbibe regularly.  I can start moving things over as soon as I need, and I’ll probably start this weekend.  Y’all, I do not have words for how exciting this is.  I’m not having any “buyer’s remorse” and wondering if I made the right decision, I’m just interested to see if the walk to downtown will be too hard on me because it’s all uphill from the house.  I’m just glad to have all of this behind me.  Now I have to start giving shit away and finding somewhere to store my washer and dryer since the house already has one.

I also have to deal with my other friend, who completely overreacted to my concerns about her boyfriend moving in with us. It’s a whole thing that requires it’s own post and I’m not looking forward to the conversation we need to have. 

[lucy90712]

hii

pls could write a Jude Bellingham x reader YN is Jobes best friend since they were like 5 and YN moved next door, she always had a crush on Jude and everyone could tell but he always turned her down and then he sees her tryna move on and he’s like what’d u think ur doing

WC: 2.8k Ever since I was born pretty much I've known the Bellinghams. When I was born Jude was a little over a year old and then Jobe was born about a year after that. Our parents were friends before any of us were born and they lived just down the road from each other so all of us have been around each other pretty much from the day we were born. As we grew up I only became closer with both Jude and Jobe but as we've gotten older I have gotten closer to Jobe as he's around more and I just feel like I have more in common with him than I do with Jude as he's older so he can always do things before we can. 

One of the other reasons I think I'm not as close with Jude is because I've had a crush on him for a while, when he moved away to go and play in Germany my feelings for him started to change. It seemed like he became a man all of a sudden, he wasn't the Jude I used to know from when we were in our early teens he was different, all of a sudden he was the most attractive man I'd ever seen. Whenever he came home all I could do was admire him and the muscles he'd clearly been working hard to get as well as his face which just seemed so perfect. It was obvious to everyone that I has a crush on Jude even Jobe made fun of me a few times for fawning over his brother. There came a time when Jude sat me down and tried letting me down gently saying that he thought we were better off as friends which hurt a hell of a lot at the time but I've since got over that disappointment. 

Sadly I never got over my feelings for Jude instead I just distracted myself with other guys who were nowhere near as good as Jude and honestly half of them I didn't even really like but it was only a bit of harmless flirting I never went any further as I just didn't want to. I know one day I'll meet a guy I love as much if not more than Jude and then I'll be happier than I am now pining over a guy that doesn't even like me back. It's been a while since I've seen Jude as he's been so busy with the end of the season which has actually helped me quite a lot as not seeing him and trying not to pay much attention to things he posts has kept him out my mind. All of this has been on purpose too as my birthday is today and I didn't want to only be thinking about Jude on my birthday. 

With it being my 18th birthday all my friends have convinced me to go out clubbing with them. They've all turned 18 already and have been out quite a few times and they want me to join them. There has been times they've tried to convince me to get a fake id but I refused as I'm not bothered about going out plus it wouldn't work anyway as quite a few people here know who I am because of my friendship with Jude and Jobe so I never bothered. Sadly Jobe can't come and enjoy my birthday with me as he's not 18 yet but I promised I'd spend the rest of the day with him as he said he didn't want to not see me on my birthday. We've spent all of our past birthdays together and I couldn't be the one to ruin that tradition plus I think I'll enjoy spending the day with Jobe more than I will then going out. 

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As it's my birthday I wanted to sleep in for a bit longer than I usually would but that didn't happen as the sound of my phone notifications woke me up. When I looked at it my home screen was flooded with notifications of texts and Instagram posts from my friends. I answered a few texts before there was a knock on my bedroom door and my mum came in with breakfast for me which she'd spent her morning making. She had to go to work but she promised that she'd give me my presents later before I go out which didn't bother me as I don't need any presents I just want to enjoy my birthday. 

Once my mum had left I went back to looking at my phone and replying to people, at some point I went on Instagram and saw that Jude had tagged me on his story and I don't think I've ever clicked on a notification so quickly. He had posted a picture of the two of us from when we were younger covered in mud from where we'd been playing outside in the rain with a caption wishing me a happy birthday. It made me feel all warm inside that he bothered to post something instead of just texting me as he doesn't post much that isn't to do with football. 

After I'd caught up on my notifications I got myself out of bed and got ready so I could go and see Jobe. He wanted me to go to his so I text him just before I left the house so he'd be expecting me. Seeing as its only a few minutes down the road I was happy to walk plus it's such a nice day that I wanted to get outside and soak up the sun even if it's only for a few minutes. When I arrived I didn't even get the chance to knock on the door before it swung open and Jobe tackled me straight into a hug. Jobe has always been like this with me we are just so close that we are always excited when we get to spend time together especially on special days like birthdays. Eventually he let go of me and allowed me inside but he quickly covered my eyes as he said he had a surprise waiting for me in the living room. I was a bit nervous as you never know what a Jobe surprise will be but I had a bit of faith that he wouldn't do anything I'd hate on my birthday. 

It felt like we walked forever but eventually we stopped and Jobe instructed me to open my eyes. It took a second for my eyes to adjust but when they did the first thing I saw was a smiling Jude sat on the sofa. If it were possible my jaw would've hit the floor as Jude wasn't supposed to be home he was supposed to still be in Germany for another week but there he was and I definitely wasn't seeing things. 

"Happy birthday y/n/n" Jude said 

"What are you doing here I thought you still had to be in Germany" I questioned 

"You didn't think I'd miss your 18th did you plus I may have lied to be able to surprise you" he said 

"I'm so happy you're here it's been ages since I've seen you" I said 

He got up and gave me a hug before ushering me to sit down while him and Jobe ran off somewhere. They came back a minute later holding far too many presents which they piled on my lap so that I couldn't move anymore. I tried telling them off for getting me so many unnecessary presents but they insisted that it was necessary as in their words you only turn 18 once. Seeing as they were both so excited about it I opened the presents in whatever order they agreed on which did involve a bit of arguing but we got there in the end. They got me so many nice things that made me feel so loved but also a bit bad as I could never afford to do the same for them. 

"Thank you guys so much I really appreciate everything but you shouldn't have gotten me so much I'll never be able to top or even match that" I said 

"It's ok we don't need you to do anything for us we just love having you around" Jobe said 

"Aww you're going to make my cry" I said 

"Don't cry instead tell me what you've got planned for today" Jude said 

"Well first I'm hanging out with you guys but then my friends convinced me to go out tonight" I said 

"Is it just you and your friends going?" Jude asked 

"Yeah me and I think 3 of the girls the rest can't make it" I said 

"Well I'm coming with you whether you like it or not I'm not letting you go out for the first time without someone to keep you safe" he said super seriously 

"I'll be fine Jude I won't even drink that much" I said 

"I don't care it's not safe for you to be going out with just a few of your friends I promise I'll leave you be I just can't let you go alone" he said 

"Fine you can come but be prepared the girls will go crazy" I laughed 

~~~~~~~~~~

I spent the rest of the day with Jude and Jobe just hanging out like we used to do all the time when we were a bit younger. They even got me a cake which they definitely aren't supposed to eat with their diet but they did and made me promise not to tell anyone. A bit later I had to leave to get ready but not before Jude cornered me to make me promise to text him when I was ready to go and he'd come over so we could go together. I was still anxious about him coming as for one I don't want to get drunk and say something stupid to him but also I didn't want him to be on my mind all night. Tonight was supposed to be the night I get to let go and enjoy myself and maybe find a guy I like to flirt with but I feel like I can't do that with Jude around as my mind will be on him the entire time. I appreciate his concern about me going out but I can handle myself and I'd be fine without him. That being said it's been a long time since I've really spent any time with him so it will be nice to have Jude there. 

Once I was home and getting ready I was texting my friends to get their opinion on my outfit as I don't really know what to wear out. They helped me get it down to two options but once I told them Jude was coming they picked the shorter tighter dress straight away as they know I like Jude so I guess they are being good friends. Seeing as they picked a nice dress I decided to go all out on my hair and makeup too and if I do say so myself I looked pretty good. After I'd done a few touch ups I text Jude to let him know I was ready and headed downstairs to put my shoes on as I knew he'd be a few minutes. 

Jude arrived and honked the horn of his car to get me to go outside (let's just pretend he can drive) so I made my way to the car slowly trying to not fall over with my heels on the gravel of the driveway. Jude must've noticed my struggle as he got out the car and helped me into the passenger side of the car. 

"You look beautiful" he said 

"Thank you" I said feeling my cheeks turn pink 

"You know you don't have to drive if you want to drink we can get an Uber" I said 

"No it's ok I won't drink I'm only going to make sure you and you're friends are ok" he said 

"They're all really excited that your coming I think they might spend more time with you than they will with me" I laughed 

"I won't let them you'll barely notice I'm there" he smiled 

We arrived at the club and true to his word Jude disappeared as soon as I was with my friends although he did instruct me to put any drinks I had on a tab he'd make for me as he didn't want to me pay for anything on my birthday. He'd gone before I could argue with him so I didn't bother I just did exactly what he told me to and got myself a drink before heading to dance with my friends. As I was dancing my friends told me that there was a guy who wouldn't stop staring at me so I managed to sneak a glance in his direction and he was actually really cute. He noticed me looking at him and shot me a smile before making his way over. 

Straight away he complimented me but not just on my outfit which made me let down my guard a little bit as I could tell he was genuinely interested in me. Once he found out it was my birthday he wished me a happy birthday and offered to buy me a drink which I was happy to accept. As we both sipped on our drinks we started properly talking and we just got on like a house on fire. We actually had a few things in common and he was such a nice guy that it was hard not to get along with him. Once we finished our drinks he took me back to the dance floor and we danced together. To begin with he didn't have his hands on me but I grabbed his arms and put his hands on my waist as I was feeling little more confident than usual. 

I was really enjoying myself dancing and laughing with this guy my mind was only thinking about him and not about Jude at all. It's been so long since I've thought about any guy in front of me and not compared him to Jude, it was honestly so nice to have finally found a guy that made me forget about Jude and that clearly had the same feelings that I did. My enjoyment was short lived though as not long after I felt someone grab my arm and pull me away, I was about to punch the person until I got a look at them and realised it was Jude and honestly I still kind of wanted to punch him as he was supposed to leave me be and I was actually enjoying myself. 

He dragged me all the way out of the club and back to the car which is when he finally let go of his grip on my arm and I just stared at him. Neither of us moved nor said anything for a good few moments until I decided I wanted to go back in if he wasn't going to talk but as soon as I turned around he grabbed my arm again and brought me back to face him. Again the staring ensued and I was really starting to get annoyed. 

"What's going on Jude if you aren't going to say anything let me go I was enjoying my time with that guy" I said 

"I can't let you go back in" he said hastily 

"Tell me why then as I'm not going to stand here forever" I said 

"Because I'm jealous ok I don't know why but seeing you with that guy made me realise that I've been lying to myself for a long time I do have feelings for you I've just been trying to tell myself I don't as I don't want to ruin our friendship" he admitted 

"What you have feelings for me?" I questioned in complete disbelief 

"Yeah I do I know that I made it seem like I didn't see you that way but I have had feelings for a while I just didn't want to change things between us or make things awkward with you and Jobe as I know how close you both are but I can't keep lying I want to be with you y/n" he said 

"I think it's pretty clear that I still have feelings for you and I really want to give us a go I know it will be different but let's be honest Jobe’s been wishing we'd get together for ages so I'm sure everything will be ok" I said 

"Then will you be my girlfriend officially?" He asked 

"I would love to" I smiled 

"Now let's go and have some proper fun" he said taking my hand to lead me back inside 

[bruh-2004]

XDH REACTING TO: S/O ASKING THEM TO KISS ✧

Plot: you are best friends (with a secret passion), your s/o is needy and asks you to kiss her.

Genre: Friends to lovers, cute, comedy and suggestive (in some).

➳ O.DE

He would be a little confused at first, after all he would never imagine that his best friend would ask him to do this;

"Kiss you? Are you sure about that?", he would ask to be sure of your answer, deep down wanting you to confirm it again;

Upon receiving your confirmation, he would not be able to hide his happiness and would accept it, getting closer to you;

When you put your lips together there would be a lot of butterflies in your stomach, and you too of course, the kiss would be calm at first, but then it would become more intense, with his hands squeezing your waist while you sit on his lap;

After that, you would have worked up the courage to finally tell each other how you feel about each other.

➳ JUNHAN

Poor Junhan, he would be very confused, like, really, he wouldn't even know how to think about what was happening anymore because his eyes were so agitated;

He would ask you again, confirming if that was what he had heard and when you confirmed the boy would start to blush with embarrassment;

"Please huh, I'm needy and... well, you're the only one I have the courage to ask", he would be thoughtful, but he wouldn't miss this opportunity;

When approaching you he would say "okay s/o, I'll do that but... I need to confess something... I really like you, not just as a friend";

Your smile would be so big and true that you would throw yourself into his arms, wasting no more time and bringing your lips together, Junhan would be happy with that and would accept the kiss, when you separated you looked at him smiling and said "me too I like you a lot, han."

➳ JUNGSU

Jungsu is the most transparent being in this world so he would not be able to hide how much his request affected him in a positive way;

"Me kissing you? But isn't that wrong? Not that I don't want to because I like you and I really want to kiss you but I also don't want to ruin our friendship", he would say quickly making you laugh at the situation;

You would approach him and hold his cheeks, you would smile at him and say "it's not wrong jungsu, and I like you too";

He would be a little surprised (and embarrassed since he hadn't noticed that he had confessed his feelings), but he would smile back at you and finally kiss you;

Hands in your hair and on your waist, sometimes just holding, sometimes caressing, sometimes squeezing.

➳ GUN-IL

Asking to kiss Gun-il would be a one-way street, as he would feel encouraged to confess his feelings to you;

"I can even kiss you, but know that I'm really in love with you, so I can't guarantee that this will be the only kiss";

You would obviously be happy with his confession, and you would also confess yours;

"Good to know, because I'm also in love with you, so I'm going to want you to kiss me more often";

Given the boy's freedom, he would trap you between him and the living room wall, finally joining his lips with yours, and maybe (or not so maybe) you would only end this kiss on the bed.

➳ JOOYEON

This boy would be SO HAPPY with the proposal, you would have a habit of flirting playfully, but for both of you deep down it wasn't a joke;

"DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO KISS YOU? NO JOKE?", he would ask excitedly, making you laugh and nod your head;

Without further ado, he would immediately hold your face and bring it close to his, open a smile and kiss you;

You would feel butterflies in your stomach, your hand would stay in his hair all the time, feeling all that softness;

When you separated you would look at each other and laugh, just by looking at each other you would know that that moment had to happen.

➳ GAON

Another happy person in life, and who is also without filter, he would have already let it be known that he likes you a few times so he was just waiting for you to get up the courage and ask him for it;

"Are you just now asking me for this?? My God, I've made it transparent so many times!";

He would do his drama, but then he would start laughing and call you onto his lap, obviously you wouldn't refuse the invitation;

He wouldn't be one to waste time either, he would kiss you without ceremony, holding your face with both hands;

Much like Gun-il, when you realized the current situation you would already be underneath his body, with his lips on your neck, of course you wouldn't do anything to stop him.

[ashberrrry]

01/13/22

This is going to be my third rant on this blog but I had a lot of shit i had to get off my chest. A lot of things that I've been bottling up but have no one to tell to as no one would understand.

I had the most romantic moment ever in my life but it was just my friend whom I have feelings for. I love her so fucking much. I don't know how to tell and infact I guess I'll never. She's already in a situationship with someone and I dont want her to be sad or have any other sort of stress. They both seem happy together and I wish them the best of luck.

But it just fucking hurts. I hate how it's him shes so excited about and not me. I wish that was me. I hate being in this position again. I've been through this and I know how it ends. Every fucking one I end up having genuine feelings for just ends up liking someone else and not me. I pity myself sometimes. I hate how I have to be conscious about myself now when im with her because I dont want her to get the wrong idea. I dont want to ruin our friendship. I wish I could ask her for advice but she's sleeping and he was her last text. All my school life ive had this feeling.

I used to love my bestfriend but she just never felt the same way. Even when she did, she just did not confess and we went from being bestest of friends to strangers. And I feel like living the same shit over again. It just hurts so much when I think about us not being a thing. I wish I could rant about all of it to someone close to me but I can not.

I hate how she's my problem and also the solution. she looks so beautiful when smiling, its just sad. I love how she dresses up and laughs at my shitty jokes. Its just the first time I've ever found someone i can feel so comfortable with and have literally the same personalities. I love her energy so much. I love how im myself when im around her. I hate how I'm going to remember tonight and cry thinking about it for the days upcoming. I wish I could relive my life with a different reality.

Its so miserable and its one of the reasons why I hate people who say life is supposed to be happy and shit. Its not. You always end up getting into situations like these and it all ends with regrets. There's no such thing as a happy ending. What even is the use of this life if we end up losing everyone we love.

[aragarna]

Since we're on the topic of the musketeers, please may I ask for your thoughts on the rest of the lads? Thank you kindly! =)

Let's just do that. ;-) We have d'Artagnan and Porthos left.

I have a particular foundness for Porthos because he's the less complicated one. He's loyal to a fault. They say "let's go", and he goes, no question asked. Because he's strong and bigger than life and not as complicated as the others, he's often reduced to a caricature of vaguely dumb and basically just muscle, and it really annoys me (I'm looking at you, Gérard Depardieu). Yes, he's a little vain and he likes titles, but he isn't dumb. Porthos has a good heart, and he's a good friend.

We should all be so lucky to have a Porthos in our lives.

Also, [spoilers for the last book] His death broke my heart. All of them, really, because there's something rather sad seeing our heroes reach the end of their lives, no matter how full and long but… Damn, I still have that vivid image of the vanquished giant in my head…

The last book is rather sad, to be honest, though it is a fact a life that people move on with their lives. It doesn't mean we aren't friends, we just see each other less, if at all. But that makes for a more melancholic read.

Anyway...

That leaves us with d'Artagnan, my old love. I guess because he's the young and innocent one at the start of the novel, he's the one I identified with and fell in love with (as mentioned earlier, I was about 12 or 13 the first time I read it). The book as a whole made a big impression on me, from that iconic first meeting between d'Artagnan and the three musketeers to that siege of La Rochelle. D'Artagnan is young, but he's also smart and quick thinking, ever ressourceful. He's funny and witty, but also uncompromising and earnest. He's full of life! He swears like the gascon he is! He's a great swordsman and the most loyal of friends.

He's quick to make enemies, but he's even quicker to make friends. And even though he's stepping into an already existing trio, he immediatly becomes, not just a part of it, but the natural leader. And all his life, even after they parted ways, he'll always fight to keep their friendship (ie, travel on horseback to go visit them one by one)

And that friendship means everything to them, and everything to me. This is the kind of loyalty that makes me weak in the knees. They'll die for each other, and I'll die for them.

Who do I ship him to? Constance I suppose, though my ace self likes the idea that this story is all about the friendship. Love stories remain secondary. There's no "your life can't be fulfilled without love" idea like in so many other story. On the contrary, it's all about friendship, chosen family. That's probably why that story is so important to me. The most famous friendship story of literature. So let's not ruin it with ships. So I guess my not romantic ship is obviously the title quatuor.

As for what I wish would have happened, I think when I first read it I wished the book would have ended before his death. t's one thing to leave your hero at the end of a story, and another all together to read how they died (it's true for real people too. I've always felt weird reading such celebrity died at such age from such cause. Please let me imagine them immortal).

As for adaptations, I wish there were stories that managed to be more true to the original material. The meeting is usually covered faithfully enough, but the Buckingham affair is usually approximative, which is a shame cause there's so much good stuff! Also I really want an adaptation of Twenty Years Later and that heartbreaking/heartwarming reunion in the dark.

thank you for playing! Time to wrap this up for today! Damn, now I want to re-read the book...

[pupika-samika]

A King Is Nothing Without His People

Chapter 3

Confident

Cw: Character having a breakdown, survivors guilt, and self victim-blaming (If that's a thing)

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The Ta'loh Naeg Shrine sat on a beautiful spot above Kakariko. Overlooking the whole village in front of it, leading to a fairy fountain next to it, and a beautiful, small meadow above it. But nothing could compare to the beauty he saw now. The village was alight with happiness, joy oozing out from the entire village. Everyone was buzzing in excitement. Music was being played, tears were being spilled, lives were being changed. Everyone was in the center of the village, whites, and reds dyeing the streets of the village. He almost didn't want to go down there and ruin their excitement with his bad news. Even Paya was down there and enjoying herself! Link took a few steadying breaths. How was he supposed to go to Impa and tell her of the princess' passing?

Link was about to jump off the platform when remembered Fostri. A glance around the area showed that the korok was nowhere to be seen, at least not anywhere Link could see. "Fostri? Fostri where are you?" He called out, taking his paraglider out from his slate. He paused once he looked at the glider remembering exactly who gave him the cloth. The ghost of the dad of his dead girlfriend-princess friend gave him the glider as a goodbye present. Maybe he should think about getting a new one made, this one was old and falling apart at the seams. It wouldn't be able to stand much more of his abuse.

Link waited for any kind of reply from his korok companion, a frown settling on his face when none came. Maybe it was playing hide and seek? Or did it get tired of him after only a few hours together? What if it was hurt? Link looked around the area more thoroughly, spotting a rock he was sure hadn't been there on any of his previous visits. He walked over to it and picked it up, jumping back when a puff of green smoke pop up from underneath. "Yahaha! You found me Mr. Link!" Fostri giggled out, handing Link a flower instead of a korok seed. It was a small weed, a dandelion if he remembered correctly. The yellow petals were still tightly hugging the bud, not bloomed yet. "Since I already gave you my seed I figured I'd give you another kind of seed! A dandelion means faithfulness and happiness! I'm faithful to our friendship and want you to have all the happiness in the world!" Fostri explained as it held out the flower bud. Links’ eyes widened at the explanation, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. A gift? They've only known each other for less than a few hours, why was he giving Link a gift? The korok began panicking, quickly taking the flower back. "Mr. Link I'm sorry- I didn't mean to make you cry. Please don't cry Mr. Link," Fostri begged as he tried comforting Link.

Link gave a weak laugh and wiped at his eyes, gently taking the flower from the korok. "Don't worry Fostri. I- I love it. No one's ever given me a flower or explained the meaning behind it before. I love it Fostri, this is the best gift I've ever gotten," he said. And he meant it, no one -at least as far as he could remember- has ever given him a gift before. He gently set the bud in his slate, setting it in the important items section. He couldn't let such a fragile gift get broken so easily.

"Do you want to come with me to see Impa? I doubt there will be anything fun for you to do if you do want to come. There's a korok outside her home if you don't want to come with me." While Link would prefer the korok to keep him company he also wasn't sure he wanted his new friend to see him start crying. He knew he was going to cry.

Fostri stayed silent for a few seconds, most likely processing what just happened. He began hovering up to Link's shoulder where he draped his body over Links left shoulder. "I'll stay outside, I want to say hi to any korok we meet." He answered as Link finished setting his glider up. There wasn't much to do besides tie some loose strings but even then Link didn't think the glider would be safe to use. Maybe Harth or Saki would be willing to make him a new glider? Would Teba be willing to help him? They know the skies best after all. As Link thought of his Rito family he heard a clucking sound. With his glider almost out of commission Link suddenly had an idea. He looked past the lone tree and saw the producer of the clucks. A single Cucco that had escaped from home.

Link nodded to himself and walked over to the Cucco, grabbing the bird before it knew what had happened. It gave a few startled and annoyed clucks, rapidly flapping its wings in indignation. "Hold on tight, this is going to be a bumpy ride." He warned the korok on his shoulders and began running to the cliff, giving a slight jump before he let the Cucco hurriedly flap them down to Impa's porch. It was nowhere near as fun as his glider but at least now he didn't have to worry about possibly breaking his gift.

It took an uncomfortably long amount of time for the Cucco to flap them to safety. Link threw the Cucco down the stairs once it had finished its job, not paying attention to the bird as it flapped for its life once again. "Go down the stairs and on the right there should be a korok near the statues. I'll go get you once I'm done here," Link quietly explained to his korok friend. He knew if he wasn't careful Impa would hear him talking to himself and she already had enough causes of concern to worry about. Fostri hummed and let go of Link’s shoulder, quietly floating down the stairs.

Taking a deep, calming breath Link opened the doors to Impa's house. The old woman was perched on her pile of pillows, her hat resting on the ground next to her. Link's heart was beating in his chest, thumping loudly in his ear. His heart was beating and her heart wasn't. Her heart was corrupted and probably still dead in the shrine. He couldn't breathe and the room was blurry. Impa was right there, he had to get a hold on himself! But his heart, it was burning. No, wait- that was his eyes. And his heart. He didn't think he was breathing. Or was he breathing too much? Was Impa talking? Maybe. Was she always taller than him? No, he was just on the ground. His legs had given out on him. When did that happen? He couldn't help it, he broke down once the door was shut. Better to let the village continue on with their fun.

He couldn't hear what Impa was saying, but he knew he had to tell her what happened. He had to tell her that...that he killed the princess. The princess he swore to protect. The princess they both swore to protect! Impa had to hate him, she had to. If he had been faster- if he had killed Ganon sooner! If only he'd pushed himself and his limits more! He explained it all to Impa. The fight with Ganon, how Zelda helped. He explained what Zelda looked like, how she smelled. She always had this flowery smell to her, almost like the silent princess that thrived in her old study. That once earthly smell was covered by the burning smell of malice. Like the smell of too many spicy peppers being added to an already spicy dish. The sound of her body hitting the floor, the sound of her last breath leaving her body. Her glassy blue eyes looking up at him, filled with so much hatred. Hatred because he killed her. He could do nothing but sob his heart out in front of the old woman, begging her to forgive him for dooming their kingdom. There was no King. No Queen. No princess or prince. No heir to the throne. No royalty to lead them. And it was all his fault! Everything was his fault!

"It should've been me that fell to Ganon! I should have been the one to die that day! Not Zelda! Zelda would still be here if I wasn't so weak! Impa what am I- what am I supposed to do? Everything hurts and I- I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what to live for anymore," he cried out. He didn't hear the soft patter of feet hitting the floor, nor did he feel the smaller lady getting closer to him.

"Link... You're so very wrong Link. The princess knew she would die. She always knew she'd die to Ganon. That's why we came up with the idea of you being King of Hyrule." Impa said, staring him in the eye. There was something soft in her eyes as she looked at Link. An understanding look, like she knew what he was going through. Maybe because she did know. They had both lost the Princess today. Impa allowed Link to cry himself out, patiently standing in front of the boy as he calmed down. He doesn't remember when, but at one point Impa began running her hands through his hair. As she started running her hands through his hair, Link felt warmth. His whole back, arms, and neck were unbelievably, comfortingly warm. Just like earlier that morning with the princess. Except this time it didn't go away once he realized it was there, if anything it got tighter. Like someone was hugging him tightly. The action and hug-like warmth helped Link get a hold of himself, his bone-wracking sobs calming into occasional sniffles. Impa didn't stop running her hands through his hair, even allowing him to rest his forehead on her shoulder. He barely let himself lean on her, relying on the fact that she would let him lean on her to comfort him more than actually leaning on her. He held most of his weight himself in fear she'd tip over from too much resting on her frail shoulders.

It was only when he'd fully calmed down, his breathing even and his eyes near dry did she remove her hand from his hair. The warmth from before faded a while ago, leaving only a confused memory behind. He took his cue and backed away from the frail lady, wiping away any of the remaining drying tears. "Thank you, Impa. For doing that," he said quietly, ashamed of how he acted in front of the village chief. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, listening to the now quiet cheers of the villagers. How long had he been crying? Would it be rude to check? Deciding to check anyway he found he had been crying for- two hours?! Time passes quickly when you're crying your heart out over a dead princess. Before he turned the slate off he saw the Bow of Light and decided to take it out. He wouldn't be using it anytime soon. "I think she'd want you to have this." He offered Impa the bow, holding it with delicate hands.

Impa let out a shaky breath once she saw the bow, carefully running a finger over the golden metal. There was no familiarity in her eyes, only awe and grief. Had she never seen the Bow of Light before? Surely she's seen it before, she was Zelda's babysitter for so many years. Surely Zelda showed it to her once? She traced along the intricate patterns that made up the sides of the weapon before pulling her hand back, shaking her hand. "She'd want you to have it. You'd put it to much better use than I."

Link looked at the weapon uncertainly. He didn't trust himself to use the champions’ weapons without breaking them, how could he trust himself to use not only a holy weapon that could kill Ganon but the last thing Zelda ever gave him? "Are you sure? What if I break it? Wouldn't she get upset if I broke her only weapon? The only thing she's earned with hard work?" He asked, desperate for any reason not to keep the bow in his possession. Any reason not to keep a reminder of her.

Impa nodded, gently pushing Link's hand away from her. "She'd want you to have it. I don't think even you could break a holy weapon such as that bow. It's been in the royal family since Hylia created it. If anything could break that bow it would have been found ages ago." She reassured him, not looking away from him until he carefully placed the bow back in his slate. While he had his slate out he put the Great Eagle Bow back in his slate too, watching the two bows disappear in intimidating swirls of blue light.

"Impa? I may have misheard you earlier but did you say I was going to become King of Hyrule?" Link asked, remembering the few words he had been able to hear during his crying. Goddess how he hoped he'd heard wrong, why would Zelda and Impa choose him to lead a broken kingdom? He was broken, he couldn't fix a broken land when his own mind was shattered beyond repair!

Impa turned away from Link and began walking to her pillows, picking up her hat before she slowly sat on top of the small pile. The silence that flooded the room was almost suffocating as she looked at him, a passive look on her face. Link did not like that look on her face. The only time he'd seen that look on her face was when she had an idea he probably wouldn't like. "Why yes I did, shall we talk about what that entails?"

While Link and Impa talked, four upset spirits lingered nearby. Of course neither Hylian nor Sheikah could hear them but they still kept their voices quiet.

"Poor Link... I want nothing more than to wrap my arms around him and shield him from harm. He doesn't deserve all this pain handed to him, Zelda wouldn't want him to suffer this pain on top of being King." A Zora healer muttered sadly as she sat beside the Hylian, hoping he could feel her trying to comfort him.

"Now now, be patient. We've waited a year, we can wait another day or two. Besides, it would probably do more harm than good to show ourselves now," a Gerudo warrior stated as she rested a hand on the Zora's shoulder.

A scoff was heard from the opposite side of the room, momentarily distracting everyone from the conversation at hand. "Honestly, you act like he'd keel over and die if he saw us. He wouldn't believe we were here if we hit him over the head with a rock." The Rito archer marched over to the Hylian, knocking a wing against his head. None were surprised when the translucent feathers simply fell through the flesh.

The tension created by the Rito was broken with a jolly laugh coming from a Goron miner. "Revali that's not nice! Link would much rather eat the rock than be hit with it! Besides, were you not the one who hugged him when he cried a few minutes ago?" Came the mischievous reply, effectively causing a squawk to come from their Rito companion.

"I'll have you know I was simply cold and Link is the only one who could provide me warmth!" Revali squawked out, feathers flattened in embarrassment and irritation. "Besides we agreed not to talk about that!"

Urbosa let out a powerful laugh, throwing her head back from how sudden it was. "To be fair Blue Jay, only I agreed to that. Mipha and Daruk did not!"

"I agree, Daruk and I never once uttered that we would never talk about it. Maybe we should tell Link so he could provide you warmth from time to time." Mipha teased behind her giggles, hiding her mouth behind a webbed hand. She leaned into Link, letting out a hum when she felt his warmth instead of falling through him.

"J-Just shut up! Impa is explaining something important to the kingdom!" Revali finally snapped, blush so intense it could almost be seen through his feathers.

"Now Link, I understand if you don't want to agree to these conditions, but you're the only hope we have. Hyrule needs you Link! The people know you and you understand them. They trust you, Link. No matter what happens we, the Sheikah, will be with you every step of the way. I will be with you every step of the way. I may not be young anymore but I will always have your back." Impa declared as she stared at Link, her gaze heavy and expectant.

Link didn't want to be King. In fact, he was almost scared to be King. But... Impa was right. Hyrule did need him. They needed a King. No matter what, no matter how scared he was, no matter how much he wanted to run away and never look back. No matter how much he wanted to die, he would be the King these people- his people needed. He couldn't run away. He's done enough running and he was tired of it. With a heavy head and an even heavier heart, Link looked up at Impa and nodded. "Yes. I agree with all these terms and I accept the position as King of Hyrule."

"Welcome to the throne, your highness," Impa said warmly and wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "It's been far too long since those words have been said," she laughed to herself, a joke only she could hear. "We have a lot to talk about."

"Can we continue this elsewhere? How long do you think it would take for you to travel to Hetano?" Link asked, suddenly fidgety. He didn't want to talk here, the air was so stuffy and humiliating. Besides he was sure he looked like a mess and he didn't want to talk about official royal business with tear tracks on his cheeks.

Impa thought about the idea for a few seconds, doing the mental math. "It would take a week and a half to travel to Hateno from here, granted nothing goes wrong. Perhaps two if anything happened. Would you like to talk there instead?" She asked, already figuring out what he wanted to do.

Link mutely nodded, shame creeping on him. He shouldn't have suggested moving if it would be such a toll on the older woman. He'd have to start pushing his own comfort down for the sake of politics soon. "If I could freshen up a bit we could continue our talk here. That was just a suggestion-"

"Nonsense! It'd do me some good to get my old bones out of this house." She started waving him off before she seemed to remember something. "Before you go, can you give these to Robbie and Purah? You shouldn't need to explain what it is so don't worry about what it means." As she said this she took out two identical pins with the royal family crest on it, holding them out for Link to grab.

With the Hero now in possession of the pin, she shooed him off. "Now go Link, take care of what you need to. I'll gather up some soldiers and we'll be at Hateno in a week and a half." Impa cut him off and- with a flick of her hand- sent him out the door. Link took a deep breath as he began walking down the stairs, the sun well into the sky by now. Where should he go? He had at least a week until Impa arrived at Hateno. Maybe he should pay the other races a visit?

But first, he should probably pick up Fostri, who he could see was juggling apples in front of the staircase.

Inside her house, Impa let out a sigh and looked over to where a picture of deactivated guardians and ruins sat on her wall. "He's going to be a mighty fine King your highness. I only wish you could have been here to help him instead of me. I don't have that long to teach him so please give me just another year to help him." She prayed, feeling

[matildashoney]

I’m back bestie 🤭 sorry it took so long, I’m the worlds slowest reader lol but I can proudly say I am just as invested in Harry and Hera as I am Harry and Ames (and that is saying A LOT) but you’re just that good! Also, prepare for a long novel, just like you gave us 😘

The way you wrote this beginning scene of them wrapped up together in bed makes me so soft and cozy. Our house. Still not over it. And the smut. Ugh. As always, perfect perfect perfect.

Isla waiting on the front steps lmao and her saying Harry is stealing her like girlfriend isn’t about to get married 😂 also, not me forgetting Hera’s first name is actually June whoops. Hera saying she thinks her and Grant are fine, but I have a feeling those not so fine feelings of his are about to come OUT. I love love love Hera and Isla’s friendship. I need that 🥹

Bad Bunny! Go Hera!! Also, why do I feel like Grant is going to say something to Harry and then shit is gonna go down….and maybe not even intentionally or maliciously, but I just feel it. I am happy to see that he is so happy for her though!

I am so sad that that moment with Harry on stage was ruined by that phone call. He is always there at the right time and is so so good to her. Her chosen family the just the best 😭

I’m scared to know what will happen when Harry finds out she’ll be touring with Bad Bunny and not him…And her thinking she’ll tell him at the wedding. I just know grant will say something…. Watch me be wrong 🤪

That speech was SO good 😭 and the hug after 😭 and the way Harry supports her 😭

God I fucking knew it!! What an asshole…but I’m so glad it didn’t cause the stir that I know grant wanted (and that I thought). They are so perfect together and their communication during this is just pure love and respect.

I need to get drunk with Hera 😂 she’s so funny and Harry is so sweet on her. And her continually asking if he’s still mad at her lol

That secret is so sad…that she’d miss her best friends wedding bc seeing Harry with another girl would absolutely break her

I like your nose ajsjdbns same, Hera. They are the actual dream. I love them as much as they love each other ♥️

MY LOVE! MY NOVELIST LOVE! (I NEED TO START TAGGING YOU AS NOVEL ANON SO I CAN COME BACK AND READ YOUR SWEET COMMENTS ALL THE TIME! I HOPE THAT'S OKAY!) OKAY, HERE ARE ALL MY THOUGHTS ON YOUR THOUGHTS.

you are literally the sweetest ever. i was always really afraid coming out of the harry and ames high that i wouldn't ever make people as invested in a story as i had with theirs, and it makes me so happy that people are just as invested, if not more. totally makes my day.

you are so cute. in the initial outline for the chapter there was no smut, but something unholy happened to me and there we have it

isla is getting married but that doesn't mean harry can steal her best friend! she had her first! also, her first name is hera! she just introduces herself to most people as june because that's what her parents always called her. it's a bit of a long story, but i'm sure i'll write about it later on. only certain people call her hera: harry (and his family) and isla (and her family). yes, grant is "fine", so she says! hera and isla's friendship is something i want all of us to have. it's just so pure and sweet.

hera is living her best life with the best artists in the game. she deserves the world for all her hard work!

harry really knows how to comfort hera in those moments, more than anyone else ever could, i think.

your predictions! you were right!

isla's speech made me tear up a little, i can't lie to you.

harry definitely had to control himself more than he wanted to, for the sake of hera and keeping her calm. harry will have his moment with grant, don't you worry.

writing hera drunk was actually the funniest part of this chapter. like anything i thought she might say was written down. she was just spilling her guts the whole time.

hera was destroyed after the breakup. we, obviously, don't see much of it and i think people thought she was doing way better than she was because of everything with grant, but hera was so broken. it was one of the worst times for her.

the 'i like your nose' part came as a joke at first, but then i thought about how much he kisses her nose and she kisses his and it felt so real for her to be like, i just like your nose.

ah! i am so happy you loved the chapter, and i can't wait for you all to see what's coming with the next one.

also, i wonder if any of you got the easter egg / hint about where all the drama is going to go down in the middle of the story ...

[manikrege]

Your late 20s might be a lonely time. Are you ready?

Do you remember breaking up with a bestie in school? The first time you had a fight that grew beyond a small quarrel or misunderstanding?

It was probably something silly, wasn't it?

Growing up, I always dreaded that kind of abrupt ending ... until I experienced something much more sobering.

Many times, the start of adult life will randomly fade out bonds that you thought were strong enough to stick together for life.

I say "randomly" because I have pals I connect with twice a year but I never find it difficult to catch up with them. It's as if we Zoom everyday. The conversation flows effortlessly & one of us has to remind the other to go to sleep.

But a few of my friends have been moving inches away every day, and now they're just out of range. Funny how they're technically just a text away but I'm finding it too heavy to start a new chat or reply to their DMs.

Mind you there is no "negative" reason in particular for this. Maybe in the hasty run to make it into the next stage of our careers, we had to choose different paths & adopt different mindsets. Or maybe we just missed a couple birthday wishes so it's too awkward to care again.

It's like I'm holding a 120kg barbell without gloves and I can feel the grip slipping as it rolls & heats up under my palms.

Friendships that die slow deaths leave harsh bruise when you're finally past them.

Because they ruin playlists, singers, songs, and entire genres too. All the special things they introduced you to.

Oh yes, it was the recent Friendship Day celebration that made me think of all this. While I did send & receive grateful wishes, it did hurt not being able to forward those messages to certain someones.

What took that thought forward was the cascade of more than two dozen confessions on Reddit by 25-30 year old boys talking about their loneliness.

The guys said that they're finding it hard to socialize & find their tribes, have never went out on dates, and envy the colleagues or peers who are supposedly settled into tight circles. They marvel at how so many people are getting married all of a sudden!

So I thought someone should address these stories. I've lived them too.

Yes, your 20s is a time when you start earning so the ideal goal is to have people with whom you can plan treks, go out for brunches, and chase those road trips goals you've been dreaming of since college.

But see that's the happy part everyone puts up on their Stories.

There will also come long dry periods after you graduate when the batch mates you promised to meet every year ... become stuck in an exhausting cycle of grinding too hard & then being too burnt to lift a finger.

You will go through this too.

I haven't yet used the word "busy" because one of the realities you'll learn to accept is that people can be 100% free & available & still not want to dedicate that time to you because God knows that one Saturday evening is the only time they get to breathe & watch a good show at length (Sunday is reserved for errands & classes).

Again this completely fine & understandable, in my opinion. Because I do it, too.

Understand that people do care but most often they just don't have the energy or the same priorities to reciprocate your efforts & love with the same intensity you would ideally expect from them. Also people express their love in different ways that might not fit your definition of what it means to care.

Bluntly put, it would hurt less if you tried learning to love & give without hoping for an ROI.

Your friends are just too caught up.

I don't know how to explain it but now I sorta need everything in my Google Calendar LMAO or I'll have no energy or interest in the activity.

I had this crazy back-to-back with a friend when we had to keep postponing our mandatory quarterly call for one or the reason. It became so irritating at one point that he sent me an official proposal on email asking for my appointment.

We both cracked up so hard talking about it & agreed how deeply embedded we are into our work lives. Not to mention the hundreds of other unbaked hustles we're trying to set up on the side.

Adult friendships are complicated & nothing like the ones you may have been a part of in school. Because your timetables & priorities were the same back then. Now? Not do much.

Our generation is chasing difficult goals harder than any before ours. Everyone's under pressure to start a blog, launch a Reel page, post LinkedIn Motivations, build their startup, create an NGO, and how could I forget - grow a YouTube channel too now. It's the influencer life or no life.

The problem is that for those of us going at a slower pace or taking detours, this hustle culture can us feel left behind. It can make us question our worth.

As if we're the only lost wanderer without any concrete game plan or a good team to execute it.

But I'm here to remind you (as I always do) that there is a SHITLOAD of time left for you to gather guests for your party.

It might be in your 30s. Or 40s. But you'll find them, I promise.

I guarantee you'll eventually find your zones. One tip to fasten that process would be that rather than randomly seeking out company, join hobby or activity classes. Even a sports or gym class if you can. Go where communities already exist. Because shared interests make it easy to bond.

There you'll meet quality people who speak to your heart and listen to its beats.

Who understand your rhythm & know how to vibe with it at a cozy distance. A distance that brings you warm soup like feelings of safety but also respects your personal space.

You'll meet folks you can cook brunch with on a Sunday morning. Folks who you can enjoy silence or simple things with.

Butttt.... And it's a big but.

Until that happens, you should start getting comfy with the person you're going to spend the biggest chunk of your life with - yourself.

When you start thinking of it less as loneliness & more as freedom, it'll almost get addictive.

I go for movies I WANT to watch. Head out to restaurants I WANT to eat at. Travel in the style I WANT with my kind of itinerary (or none). And I do get a lot of stares or looks of pity from all the people who've come there in groups or as couples.

I wish I could stand up & express how content I am to dine in alone or sit in theaters all by myself. Soaking in the ambience, one breath at a time.

This is not to prove myself. But so that when they find themselves without a group, they don't feel sad or awkward about it.

Yes sharing slices is always fun but that's its own kind of joy, and so is getting to finish an entire pizza a la solo.

Does that mean I don't crave companions or groups? That I never feel the need for having a girlfriend by my side?

Absolutely I do & I won't deny it.

But over the years, I've learnt to stop letting these be items that I need to cross out ASAP.

I know they'll happen at the right time & place. Or they won't and I'll still have lived a meaningful life.

But until that conclusion unravels, I'm growing fonder of my own company.

Strutting alone through Mumbai's soaked streets this windy rainy season, I'm moving as per my own breeze in no set direction.

And it has led to sketching out many good plans that were previously dependent on having co-passengers. Plans I'm actually looking forward to. Plans that won't be cancelled at the last minute because it'll just be me.

More than enough.

You're not "empty" waiting to be filled fully. You're not unlucky. Nor miserable. You have everything you need to discover & enjoy the planet.

And like so many others who've felt the same, your late 20s might as well feel like a lonely time. But it won't be that bad once you start befriending yourself first.

[antique-traveler]

I'm not really sure how your requests for mattfoggy fics work so I'll leave one here and if you don't want to do it then its cool. thank you!!! : college era matt tells foggy hes in love with him but foggy is more convinced that its just that matt can't differentiate between romantic love and friend love. so not unrequited, per say, (there could even be a time jump for it being requited) but just angsty enough.

ohoho this was such a good idea tysm <33 i don't think i'm physically capable of not writing a happy ending for these boys, so it's not exactly angsty, but i do think it's very soft lol

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Matt’s been… weird since the fall semester started. At first Foggy suspected it was just because he’d spent the whole summer in that shitty studio in West Harlem and had to reacclimate to living with someone again, but soon he noticed the strangeness bleed out into everywhere else they went outside of the dorm, too. It’s not a bad strange, necessarily, but there’s definitely something off about him.

For starters, he, like, actually listens to Foggy now, which is weird. Instead of putting up a fight every time Foggy tells him to take a break from studying, or put something in his body other than coffee and protein bars, Matt will just sigh out an “okay, Fog,” and do it without complaint. Foggy had spent their entire first year together practically begging Matt to actually care about himself, and now it seemed like all Matt ever needed was a gentle reminder from Foggy for him to just do it on his own.

Weirder than that, though, was the look that Matt got whenever Foggy did something for him. Foggy knew all about Matt’s tragic past, the absent mom and dead dad and life in a Catholic orphanage; really all the story was missing was a little more street crime and some cockney accents and Matt was practically Oliver Twist. So, sure, Foggy hadn’t been all that surprised when Matt had to get used to actually having a friend, depressing as that was, but this year it’s suddenly like he’s learning that Foggy cares about him for the first time all over again.

Every time Foggy picks up coffee for Matt, or surprises him with a sweatshirt he found on sale because he knows Matt’s has a hole on the shoulder seam, Matt will get this look on his face like he just can’t wrap his head around the idea that Foggy would do something for him of his own volition, just because. It’s more than a little heartbreaking, and it makes Foggy want to wrap Matt up in a big quilt and give him a cup of hot cocoa with extra marshmallows and kiss his forehead.

Okay, so maybe most of the time Foggy also wants to kiss Matt, like, on the mouth, but that’s beside the point. Which is, of course, that Matt’s been weird.

It’s late September when they drag their feet back into the dorm after an eight-hour study binge in the library for a chapter test they have coming up in Torts. Foggy flops face down onto his bed like a Disney princess while Matt lays his glasses on his nightstand and starts to slowly take off his shoes. Foggy rolls over and sees Matt sitting stiff as a board and makes a questioning noise.

Matt snaps his head over towards Foggy and gives him the most pathetic, unconvincing smile he’s ever seen, and Foggy props himself up on his elbows. “What’s up?”

Matt doesn’t answer at first, just works his jaw and takes some short, shallow breaths. “Foggy,” he says eventually, “I, uh… I have to tell you something.”

Normally Foggy would probably make a joke at that, but Matt’s pale and he isn’t even trying to aim his face at Foggy’s, so something is definitely up. Foggy just stays silent and waits for Matt to continue.

“I really don’t want this to ruin our friendship,” he says, which is a fantastic way to make Foggy’s blood pressure skyrocket. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, though, and you deserve to know. Foggy, I… I have feelings for you.”

Foggy feels his face go slack and he can barely hear his thoughts above his pounding heart. The only thing he can make out is this is too good to be true.

“Matt…” he starts, not even knowing where the sentence will go even once he’s started it. He takes a breath and starts again. “Matt, I think you’re kinda confused right now. I know you’re not really used to, like, having friends, and I just… I think you’re getting your wires crossed here, buddy.”

Matt’s face goes stony. “Don’t tell me what I feel, Foggy.”

Shit. 

“Shit, Matt, I didn’t mean–”

“Fogs, I know what the difference between friendship and love is. I may not have grown up like you did, but I know what I feel.”

No, he doesn’t, a voice hisses in Foggy’s mind, and he’s inclined to agree. Because for all his wishful thinking that his stupid little schoolboy crush would be reciprocated, Foggy knows that this can’t ever be something that he just has. Matt’s destined for pretty girls and wild success, and Foggy’s destined to be the sidekick. That’s just how it is.

So Foggy makes the biggest mistake of his life.

He toes off his shoes, stands up, and just whispers, “Good night, Matt,” before crawling under the covers, still in his day clothes.

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Holy shit, what a decade it’s been.

Barring certain… interruptions, Foggy’s friendship with Matt had stayed the way it always was. When Matt’s not getting hit in the body by criminals or faking his death to live full-time as his alter ego, they’re the same friends they had been before that night. They joke around and antagonize each other and use their big law brains to do important lawyer things.

And if sometimes Matt gets that same look on his face that he used to get back in 2L, that wistful, sad smile that makes Foggy’s chest hurt just a little bit each time he sees it, and if Matt still says Foggy’s name like it’s a synonym for “please” and “I’m sorry” and “I love you” all at once, and if Foggy still imagines what life could have looked like in another world where Matt was safe and Foggy was brave and took his head out of his ass and kissed him that night and they lived happily ever after…

If any of that happens, Foggy doesn’t mention it.

Once Matt rose from the dead, Marci immediately knew what was up, of course she did. She sits Foggy down a few days after Father Lantom’s funeral and tells Foggy that she can’t hold Foggy back from what makes him happy, and she also can’t hold herself back by settling for being someone’s second pick. They both cry a little bit and Foggy apologizes and agrees to find a new apartment, and now he finds himself crashing on Matt’s couch while his lease is still in escrow for another three days.

They’re each on their third beer and slowly being consumed by Matt’s couch, and for some reason Foggy doesn’t really feel sad about his breakup with Marci anymore. But it’s an excuse to drink, so he doesn’t bring it up.

“Almost feels like law school again, doesn’t it?” Matt asks after he takes a long pull from his bottle.

Foggy laughs a little and doesn’t focus too much on the way the purple glow from the billboard dances across Matt’s cheek. “Yeah, it kinda does. God, remember your shitty little studio you had before 2L?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Matt groans. 

“Man, 2L… Feels like a century ago,” Foggy says wistfully. He chuckles a little, and is just tipsy enough to not think before what he says next. “Man, remember when you thought you were, like, in love with me?”

Foggy expects Matt to laugh, to moan a little about Foggy embarrassing him, to shoot back an insult about the TA that Foggy’d been head over heels for in 1L, but he doesn’t. Instead, his face falls and his shoulders stiffen. “I didn’t think I was in love with you, Foggy,” he says softly, and Foggy feels cold.

“What?”

“I didn’t– God, how did you put it?– I didn’t have my wires crossed. I’m– I was in love with you, Fogs.” Matt probably thinks that Foggy won’t catch that mix-up in his words, but he does.

That simple slip up, combined with the cheap German beer he’s got swirling around his veins, gives Foggy the slightest bit of confidence, even if it’s still fighting against a tidal wave of fear and unease. “Oh,” he says, then clears his throat. “I… fuck, Matt, you probably knew this already, but I had feelings for you back then, too.”

“Back then?” is all he says, and Foggy feels his heart stop. A moment hangs between them, and Foggy can practically see it bouncing between possible outcomes like a metronome. “Foggy, my feelings never went away.”

Foggy’s mouth goes dry and he immediately puts his foot in it as a remedy. “But… Karen, and Elektra…”

“Were mistakes,” Matt finishes. “They could never… it’s always been you, Fogs.”

Slowly, gently, Foggy puts a hand on Matt’s knee. “Matt,” he starts to say, but he doesn’t get a chance to finish because Matt’s kissing him. Like, on the mouth. With his mouth. Foggy’s still for what feels like years but could just as easily be seconds, then realizes that, Jesus Christ, Matt’s kissing him. Foggy grabs Matt’s hips while Matt’s hands come to rest on his neck, and they move like they’re breathing each other. Inhale, pull, exhale, push.  Matt tastes like beer and he smells like cedarwood and he sounds like something that would make Foggy shut his laptop if his mom walked in the room.

Who knows how long they stay like that for, but eventually Foggy remembers that he needs to breathe, and he pulls away. He leans his forehead against Matt, whose lips are red and wet and smiling, and he feels all sorts of movement and buzzing and aching in his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he says, breathless, “for what I said that night in 2L. It was stupid, and I shouldn’t have turned you down, I should have told you–”

“Foggy,” Matt interrupts, still smiling, “I don’t want to think about dumb mistakes we made in college.”

Foggy, with his Masters in political science and his Juris Doctor from Columbia and his own law practice, is smart enough to pick up on Matt’s meaning, and surges forward to kiss him again. This time, Foggy knows what he wants, knows what he’s missed out on for ten years, and he slowly pushes Matt down onto the couch until Matt’s lying flat on his back and Foggy’s straddling him, kissing him like he’s wanted to for too long. He’s got a lot of lost time to make up for.

[theravenclawlover]

I Know What You Did Last Summer

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: +18, heavy smut, cheating, angst, fluff, descriptions of violence, guns, strong language, and gore (?).

Word Count: 3,225.

Summary: Reader and Steve have been dating for some time. One day Steve leaves for a mission. A moment between Bucky and the reader might disturb the order of things, and not for the best.

Chapter Number: 1.

Chapter Title: How It Started.

A/N: Second story I ever wrote! This is one is sad and might trigger some people due to its themes. The warnings above should pretty much cover all the things this short book will contain. Please refrain from reading this if you are not comfortable reading this type of stuff. I want to say thank you for the love 'Monster' got (especially the smutty last chapter). Show some love to the rest of the chapters if you can, I would really appreciate some feedback.

If you would've told me a year ago that I would be in the middle of a love triangle, I would have laughed so hard. But now I wish that someone would've warned me about that mission a year ago. Before I start telling you what's wrong I'll tell you what was right…

I'm an Avenger. I was recruited at the same when Sam, The Twins, and Vision were recruited, so after the whole Ultron incident. Our superiors were Steve and Natasha. Within a couple of months, we all became a family. We all cared about each other; friendships were strong amongst those who lived at the compound. I loved every single one of those idiots, no matter how much at times I would want to strangle them. I had different kinds of fun with every single one of them.

But I got closer to one of them in particular, we got so close to the point of dating. My superior Steve Rogers. Steve was the sweetest guy in the world. We didn't start dating until I had reached six months of being an Avenger. To be honest with you almost everyone started dating each other after the sixth-month mark.

Steve and I were in a serious relationship no doubt. Everything was great, we had fun all the time, we trained together a lot, and we had many missions together. The first time we told each other ' I love you' was not until one of Tony's parties at the tower…

You and Steve were standing next to Clint, Thor, and Natasha. You were all talking about how things had gone down in the latest mission. It was the usual, tracking down any clue of HYDRA and there still lurking agents.

"I can't believe Y/N actually went for it. She was so tiny compared to that dude. He was even bigger than Cap here," said Clint with a voice of amusement, still not believing the fact that you actually ended up beating the crap out of that HYDRA brute.

"I will not lie, I was about to back out once he got closer because I don’t have a death wish like some of ya’ll,” everyone laughed as you almost glared at Steve, “but then I was like 'no can do, Cap is watching’ and also, mama ain’t raise no bitch."

Now everyone present laughed a lot harder as Steve rolled his eyes at the way you responded.

"We knew you liked danger, but damn, I would’ve gone the other way," said Clint as he down the rest of his drink.

"Lady Y/N was graceful in battle. And most importantly, she survived! Let's toast brothers and sisters!" said Thor give a loud cheer as he passed his Asgardian drink to Steve while giving you a loving smile.

"Cheers to Lady Y/N!" Everyone raised their glasses as Clint did his best Thor impersonation which only made the real Thor laugh.

"Cheers!”

"Hey, Steve, wanna dance?" you said while putting your now empty glass on the counter.

"Oh, umm, I don’t know,” he scratched the back of his neck, “I'm not a good dancer."

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow before grabbing his drink and putting it down on the counter next to your empty glass and grabbed his hand before he could give you any more excuses.

"Don’t worry, I’ll teach you,” you stopped in a little spot where you could dance without anyone bumping into you, “and besides, It’ll be fun. You’ll see.”

The music that had been good for some liberating dancing was now shifting to a more slower-paced rhythm. You looked at how Steve sported a soft blush as he realized the music had shifted.

"I guess we gotta slow dance now," you said shyly while putting your arms around his neck. He hesitated for a second before his big hands placed themselves on your hips.

"Y/N, I'm not a good dancer, I would hate to step on—" He didn’t finish his sentence as you stepped closer to him. Slowly, you and Steve found a slow rhythm. It was a little messy, but you didn’t mind that. He was trying.

"Steve, I want to dance with you, I don’t care if you don’t know how. I'll teach you what I know,” your eyes were locked with his, a soft smile gracing your lips, “You’re my boyfriend and I think I have the right to dance with the man that I love."

In an instant, you were blushing as you realized what had escaped your mouth. Steve has stopped moving and you noticed the ever-growing smile on his beautiful lips that matched the captivating glint on his blue eyes. He bent down and in seconds you were putty, legs going weak as his lips were on yours. It was a soft but passionate kiss the two of you shared that night. After the two of you had run of breath, he pulled you out of the dance floor. You left the party a lot earlier than planned.

After that night things got much better in the relationship. That is until months later when Fury called Steve, Natasha, and me for a mission. It was about where Bucky might be hiding from the world. The second Steve was told the mission was about finding his best friend, he was ready to risk his all to get him back. And the mission did go okay; Steve had to fight Bucky at first but some words from Steve and Bucky relaxed. We coaxed him into coming with us with the promise of helping him. After some months of constant care, Bucky got better. He had his memories gained most of his memories back with the help of Steve and his psychiatrist. He was well aware of the fact that the Winter Soldier could be triggered any second, and the team was constantly in the search of answers on how to remove that from his brain or whatever.

I was happy that Steve had his best friend back and I spent a lot of time with them because Steve wanted that his best friend and best gal to get along. We were a great trio, the whole team teased us with every single thing. The running joke with Tony was that we three could satisfy each other sexual fantasies. The only thing I could do was laugh as I tried to hide how embarrassing it all was. Bucky would smirk and blush, and Steve would just hide his face and call Tony an idiot. But it pained me to admit that you had thought about it before, and the guilt wouldn’t let me entertain the idea past rogue kisses and minor sexual activities. And that was where all my issues came from.

Steve, Sam, Pietro, Wanda, and Natasha were sent on a mission last minute. Timetables had moved and they needed to leave within two hours after Fury had told them everything they needed to know. The mission had them out of the country for a week. You guessed it was top classified as Steve couldn’t say anything about it except that it involved HYDRA. It had taken all your strength not to pull him back into your room as you gave him a long good-bye kiss.

That week was really something new for you. For the first time since Bucky joined the team, he wasn't training with Steve or Natasha. Which meant that the next best option was you.

"Hey, tiny, umm can I ask you a question?" Bucky’s voice came from behind you. You turned your head from your spot on the couch and smiled up at him.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Steve is gone and so is Natasha as you know. So, I was wondering if you could train with me? It's okay if you don’t want to," he quickly added as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sure, why not.” You got up from your spot on the couch as you gave him your devilish grin, “I gotta warn you though, I'm pretty good at knocking big guys down."

"If I can handle Natasha and Steve, I’m pretty sure I can take you, tiny.”

"Trust me, Barnes, I can be a little tougher than her. Just ask her.”

(…)

Bucky let out a pained grunt as he landed on the training mate once again.

"Damnit, tiny, I think you almost broke my back there," he said while he tried to stand up without showing how beat up he was.

"Nah, that’s just you grandpa," you said while you grabbed your water bottle, “are you giving up, Barnes?”

"Oh no, Doll. I'm going to put you down at least once," he said as he now stood ready for another round.

"Let’s see, Sergeant.”

With one last grin from him, he sent the first punch. I grabbed his right arm with my left hand trying to make him lose a little balance by pushing his arm out of the way. And that’s how it went for a couple of minutes, and you were getting a little cocky as he was getting messy with his punches out of his frustration. You smirked when the ‘perfect’ idea crossed your mind. You decided to do ' The choker' which is how you called Natasha's move with her legs. You managed to do it just as flawlessly as she did. But you had forgotten that he trained with Natasha more than he ever did with you, so it was no surprise he was able to get out of it. He turned you, your crotch was directly covering his face. And that kind of shocked both of you. The next thing you knew, your back hit the mat, and Bucky on top of you. If anyone were to walk in, the position you two were in would have definitely given them the wrong impression.

Bucky and you just stared at each other not making a move or saying anything. After a while of awkward silence, you tried to move your legs so Bucky could stand up. He reached forward trying to stand up at the same time you moved. You felt it: his dick was hard.

You cursed yourself at how fast the idea of him getting turned on by the position you were in had you ruining your underwear. You couldn’t help but gasp when you felt his boner touch your lower area as he tried to move again. This time he didn’t wait for you to move or anything, he detached himself from you and left you there. Before you could say anything, he had grabbed his stuff and walked out of the training room shouting a quick ‘thanking you’.

That night, you got off by the thought of having sex with Bucky. And while you finished with a shout of his name, Bucky had done the same while he came with a shout of your name.

That week that Steve was gone went extremely slow for you. The sexual tension between you and Bucky was too strong that you were afraid someone will notice how you two were acting around each other. You were feeling guilty because you had masturbated every night with the thought of your boyfriend's best friend. You were trying hard not to think of Bucky that way, but it was kind of hard when everything he did made you horny. You were dying inside and by the end of the week, you were 100% sexually frustrated.

Steve and the rest of the team got back around nine Saturday night. Steve was a little surprised not to see you waiting for him, but he shrugged it off thinking you were probably asleep. With that thought in his mind, he went to see if he could steal a kiss from you before waking you up. He got to your room to find your bed empty, but then he noticed the little note on your pillow.

Hey Cap,

In the shower.

Steve had to hold his groan when he saw you through the glass door. He could see the silhouette of you. You were naked, wet, and roaming your body with your hands more than necessary as you had no soap, just water.

"Doll," said Steve in that husky voice of his that made you weak on your knees.

You opened the glass door, finally revealing your full nakedness to him, not caring that some water was wetting the bathroom floor.

"Welcome home, Captain. Wanna take a shower with me?" you said in that sweet voice you always conjured up when you wanted something from him. Your hands slowly trailed up to your breasts as you looked at him hungrily. A week had definitely been too long for you.

Steve didn’t say anything as he almost ripped his suit off while never breaking eye contact with you. In no time you had an extremely turned-on Captain America. He stalked toward you, his body entering the compartment of the shower stall. He was right in front of you, all naked and dirty from his mission. The water was now falling on his messy blond hair, making him close his eyes for a second as the water ran down his face, down his long neck, down his broad shoulders, down his hard pecs, down his long torso, and down those abs, and finally down his hard cock that curved upward.

"You’re staring, sweetheart,” Steve’s teasing voice brought you back from your daydreaming. “Do you like what you see? Did you missed me?"

Steve got closer to you, and in a husky whisper he proceeded to ask you, “did you miss my fat cock inside of you? Did you miss me fucking you raw every night, huh, Y/N?"

Your legs were slightly shaking at his words and you knew you were dripping wet, but you weren’t going to allow the night to go with just you trembling in need.

"Well yes, Captain. I did,” your thin fingers roamed the hard arbs you loved to scratch and bite whenever you could, “I missed sucking, gagging, and riding that fat cock of yours, Captain. I missed how it stretched my tight pussy. And God knows how much I’ve missed the feeling of you spilling your cum in my mouth and inside my pussy."

You definitely broke him.

"Kneel down, I want you to suck this cock," he commanded with such hunger leaving no room for argument. He was taller than you for like a whole foot, so you kind of had to squad to reach his cock. Steve remembered this as he saw you and before you could grab a hold of his cock, he cleared the little sitting area and sat there for your benefit.

You placed yourself in between his legs, giving the tip of his cock a sweet kiss before you flatten your tongue as you dragged it from the base of his cock to the very tip.

"Fuck,” he groaned as he grabbed your wet hair and tangled it with his thick fingers.

Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock and you sucked hard. This made Steve groan your name loud enough to resonate in the bathroom. You loved his sounds, they just made you wetter as you relished in the way you were making him feel. Your right hand went to play with his balls, applying some pressure which added to his pleasure. His thighs were shaking the more you sucked and the more you played with his balls.

"Shit, Y/N. I’m going to cum." His grip on you got a lot more tighter which made you moan. This sent vibrations up his cock and just like that, he came with a whimper as he told you to swallow it all. You did without much convincing.

"Get up," he ordered in between breaths. You did and as soon as you had he pulled you in for a hard kiss. He moaned at the taste of himself on your lips and tongue. You pulled his hair as he pushed against the wall, trapping your body against his hard torso and the cold wall. Then his lips were off you and he flipped you, you back now facing him.

"Tell me what you need from me, love. Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue or with my cock?" he whispered into your ear as he sucked on your earlobe and kiss the side of your neck. He left small bites as he went.

"I want—” you moved your head giving him more room to bite and kiss, “—your cock, Captain. Please, fuck me with your cock."

He hummed in your words as one of his hands traveled down your stomach in search of your slit.

"Fuck, Doll. You are soaked," he said while teasing your entrance with his fingers. You moaned at the contact, but his fingers left not soon after. Before you could whine in complaint, you felt the tip of his dick. Both of you groaned as Steve pushed the head of his cock, but you whined his name when he pushed the rest of his dick in one swift thrust.

"Shit, Steve,” you clawed at the wall as the back of your head rested on his chest, “please, baby, move.”

"Oh fuck! I’ve missed this. I missed being inside of your tight pussy.” Steve was fucking you with deep and hard thrusts, your pussy swallowing his length greedily wanting to keep him there. You were trembling as your legs were going numb, and Steve noticing this grabbed your hips steady as he continued to praise your cunt.

"Cap, I'm going to cum! Baby, I want you to cum inside of me please!"

Steve bit your shoulder as he positioned himself better, that way he could hit your sweet spot rapidly. He was grunting as he sought out your orgasm before he let himself fill you up with his cum. A couple more thrusts and Steve had to hold you still as your legs gave out when your orgasm hit you. Your cunt spammed around his cock too tightly that Steve followed suit as you milked his cock of his cum.

After you had finally regained your breathing, Steve helped you shower as you both talked about his mission while both of you stole kisses here and there. Steve was home, and he was happy.

(…)

Once you two had finished in the shower, Steve had fallen asleep the second his head touched the pillow. You looked at his tired face, a sweet smile crossed your lips seeing him rest. But you weren’t as tired as he was, so your mind went back to your day’s musings. Before Steve had come into the bathroom, you had wondered how things would go if it had been Bucky who found the note. You hadn’t thought of him while Steve and you were together, no, but now you couldn’t help but think the way Bucky would sound, feel, and taste.

You contained a groan at your own thoughts. You needed to confront this, and you needed to do that before things got worse for you. or him. You wanted to tell Steve, he needed to know. It was only right, he never lied to you. Why would you keep this from him?

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[tinisprout]

Not as a Friend

Pairing: Heeseung x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word count: 2,485

Summary: The two of you have always been close to each other. Saying, I love you, as friends, since young. But your feelings are deeper than that of a friend. A confession pushes you to tell him how you really feel, even if it might ruin your friendship.

A/N: It's been a millennium since I've written. This is also my first time writing in First Person so this was a struggle. Still, I hope it's not too bad. *I wrote this with the thought of the Reader and Heeseung being high school seniors, already 18, but I never specified age or grade in the story, so I guess it doesn't really matter. Anyways, enjoy!

The walk home with Heeseung today feels unbearable, I know that he keeps glancing in my direction, I know he’s worried after seeing my face in class. That makes it hurt even more, he’s so kind and caring, what did I do to deserve a friend like him? We continue our walk back home in silence and I think about the past.

I like you and I love you are very straightforward words, but depending on the context of the relationship they can have a different meaning. I remember the first time I said I loved him, it was a very wholesome moment. We were only six, our mothers watched us play together in the park, “They haven’t known each other for very long but they get along so well,” my mother said gleefully.

“Yes, they must really like each other,” Heeseung’s mother replied. I lifted my head to look at Heeseung, our eyes met and we smiled at each other. Hearing their conversation, I turned to them ready to tell the world about my friend.

“I love Heeseung, he is my best friend!” I grabbed his hands, they were just as small as mine. Heeseung leaned into me, flashing a dazzling smile to our parents.

“I love y/n too.” It was so innocent. For a long time after that, we never had a problem saying, I love you, to each other. It was just a casual statement between friends. In instances when saying goodbye to each other or times when we would annoy each other, one of us would say, ‘you still love me, don’t you?’ and the other would reply ‘...I still love you.’

It changed when we were older and our peers would make fun of us for saying it so casually. I wasn’t bothered by the teasing, but Heeseung would always try to defend the innocence of our relationship, “Guys, we don’t like each other. We're just friends, this is just how we have always been with each other.” I had already started to develop feelings for him, maybe I was feeling guilty because when I would say, I love you, it wasn’t so much in a platonic way anymore. So one day I drew a line.

“Heeseung, you know I love you, right?” We sat in his living room, relaxing after we came back from school.

“What’s wrong?” I guess my tone didn’t sound too happy, he looked concerned as he looked at me in silence waiting for my answer.

“I think we should stop saying, I love you, to each other...not just in front of our classmates, but probably when we’re alone too.” He sat up straight quickly, pushing his hair back.

“What, why? Is it because of all the teasing?” I couldn’t meet his eyes and tell him the real reason.

“Not really, I’ve just been thinking. We aren’t in love with each other or anything, we’re just friends. When you do end up dating someone, I don’t want to be the problem in your relationship. If I was in their shoes, I think I would be jealous. So...yeah.” I looked back up at him, he looked at me too, seeming to be thinking and searching for something. After the long pause, he slumps back a little and leans his head back, letting out a big sigh.

“If that’s how you feel then we can do that.”

“Hey come on, it’s not like I suddenly stopped caring about you.”

“Ha, yeah.” He gave a small smirk. We continued our evening together with a somewhat awkward atmosphere.

Not long later, I regretted what I said that day. Most people were finished with class cleaning, same for me. I was packing my things, getting ready to leave school with Heeseung like we do every day. Weirdly enough Heeseung usually finishes before me and comes to me first, but he wasn’t here yet. I walk to his classroom after I'm done getting ready, and yet still, I didn’t see him. I asked some of his classmates, “Hey, do you know where Heeseung is?”

“Uh, he left with a girl a little while ago, but he didn’t take his stuff,” one of his classmates answered, pointing to his bag half-packed on his desk, he didn’t take his phone either. Many thoughts flew through my head, but the loudest one was, ‘He’s getting confessed to.’ I pursed my lips and then said my thanks to his classmates and left back to my classroom. I wanted to take his bag, pack it for him, but the thought of finding out that he said yes, I don’t think I could look at him, it would hurt too much.

I sat down on my seat in the now-empty class, laying my head down and covering my head with my arms. ‘A confession doesn’t take long, I’ll wait for 10 minutes max. If he doesn’t come to get me then I’ll just leave.’ I gripped onto my forearms, ‘I should be happy for him if he says yes to her.’ I started to anxiously bounce my leg, ‘Please, come back soon.’ It felt like an eternity left alone with my thoughts. The sounds outside the classroom slowly softened as students continued to leave. Within the muted sounds came pounding footsteps and then the sound of the door slamming open. Startled, my head shoots up from the desk and I look to the door. There he was, bag slung on one shoulder, his breathing irregular from running, a nervous smile on his face as he let out a just as nervous chuckle.

“Thank goodness you're still here, I wasn’t sure if you left without me. And sorry, I had to do something really quick.” His face fell when he saw my face go from shocked to one that was holding back tears, emotional upheaval nearby. “What’s wrong? What happened?” his eyes were filled with concern as he quickly went up to me kneeling in front of my seat. His head now lower than mine, I looked down at him.

“Heeseung,” my voice had a slight tremble. “I- can we go to your place first...I’ll be ready to tell you then.”

“Of course,” he wrapped his arms around my body, it was such a natural gesture. “It’s gonna be okay.” I hoped it was going to be okay and that he wouldn't leave me after this.

"I-I would never leave without you," even though I said only 10 minutes, I would have waited till the sunset, till there was no more hope. With those last words I pull away from him and we walk out of the classroom without another word and made the seemingly long walk home. Finally, at his home, his parents are still at work it seems so we head straight upstairs. He gets into his normal spot on his bed but instead of leaning against the wall, he sits forward, looking at me. My normal spot would be next to him but I just stood in front of his bed. I don't want to make him uncomfortable after what I'm about to tell him.

"Before I say anything else, I just want to confirm something, if you are comfortable with sharing. What did you have to do during cleaning time?" Heeseung processed for a bit and then his eyebrows shot up in realization.

"Oh uh…" he hesitates.

"It's fine if you don't want to share." ‘I'm still gonna say what I have to say regardless of the answer, I thought to myself.’

"No, no, it's just a little weird. I…got confessed to," silence.

"...Ah, I thought that was the case."

"I rejected them!” he retorted. “...sorry, I'm not mad at you, I just-” he sighed while putting his head in his hands. “I don’t want to make this about me, but I need to say something to you too,” he looks back up at me. I was startled but I knew he wasn’t angry at me, but he was obviously in distress.

“It’s okay, Heeseung. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. I just hope I don’t ruin the mood after this. Okay, okay, ...sorry, just a little bit longer,” I say, letting out nervous laughter. I start to pace around his room, nerves getting the best of me. I feel my heart pick up speed and I try to keep my breathing under control, clenching and unclenching my fists. I didn’t realize he got up from the bed till I felt his hand squeeze mine. I look at him, freezing up in his gaze. My thoughts are telling me to run away but the heat from his hand was suffocating against my burning one, and yet I didn't want to let go, the feeling told me to stay.

"Hey, you know. You know... I'll love you no matter what. It's okay." Those words that I want so dearly to be true made my heart stop and my body tremble with trepidation. More than anything I didn't want to lose Heeseung, but I care about him, so I don't want to lie and not tell him how I really feel.

"I love you so much. I- I don't know what to do with myself…" My hand squeezes his back, making his hand quiver along with mine. There was heat building up behind my eyes, vision becoming a little blurry.

"It’s okay, breathe. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“No, you don’t get it,” the tears that had been brimming around my eyes finally fell. “I love you and I always will but for a long time now it’s been more than that. I like-like you, I- I’m in love with you! I don’t want to be just your friend anymore. The thought of you being with someone else hurts...so much, but I’ve been too scared to say anything because I don’t want to lose you.” The words became more unsteady, I tried to stop myself from losing complete control of my emotions. I slowly started to sink to the floor and Heeseung followed me down till we popped to the ground in the middle of his room. While stared into each other’s eyes the entire time, I could see Heeseung’s face change, expressing multiple different emotions, none of them seem good.

“...I’m sorry, I d- I didn’t know. I’m sorry, y/n.” Heeseung pursed his lips, he looked like he was about to cry with me. He lets go of my hand and wraps his arms around my body squeezing me tight, repeating, I’m sorry. Are we both trembling now? It’s hard to tell if it’s just me but I wrap my arms around him too and let it all go, my whimpers and sniffles became full-blown sobs. I don’t know how long we cried for, but eventually, our cries came to a hush. It seems like we cried for a long time together and I feel exhausted.

“Ugh, I kinda feel like I have to throw up.” As an attempt to lighten the mood I joke about the very real condition of my stomach, while I pull away from him. Heeseung sniffles and chuckles.

“Yeah, same here,” we look each other in the eyes again. His hands came up and touched my face wiping away the dampness from my cheeks. Even after gently wiping he still kept his hands there. “I’m sorry, that I was a coward. If I just told you how I felt sooner, much sooner, you wouldn’t have to suffer like that. I’m in love with you too…” He pauses to see my reaction as I process this new information. “Pfft, I thought you would have been happy, why are you crying again?” he teases as he rubs at my face again. Even in a moment like this, we can't stop our bantering.

“Shut up, these are tears of happiness,” I hadn’t even realized more tears fell out, I thought I was all cried out. “We are both cowards though. It feels kinda silly now, we’ve cried this much just to say, I love you. When did it all become so complicated?” I sighed, tilting my head a little.

“I don’t know exactly when I fell for you, but when I realized, I knew I wanted you by my side, always, not like before, not as just friends. But I was afraid of ruining our relationship if you didn’t feel the same way.” I grab his shoulders pushing him down to the ground, straddling his body.

We’re so lame, worrying about the same thing, and in the end, we have nothing to worry about, because we both like each other!” Heeseung raises an eyebrow.

“Correction, love each other.” I purse my lips as I look down on him.

“Yeah, I like you, I love you, I’m in love with you! Happy now?

“Yup,” He gave a sly smirk.

“...Damn, I really want to kiss you.”

“What’s stopping you?” ‘Fair enough,’ I thought as I leaned down, closing my eyes, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. I could feel his lips form a smile against mine which made me smile too. I pulled away laughing, the happiness I’m feeling right now seems unreal, but looking at his smile, the reddish color that dusted his cheeks and ears told me just how real it was.

“That was nice,” I say as I remove myself from the top of his body and lay beside him.

“Much better than our first kiss. This time I didn’t have to hide how much I like kissing you.” He turns his body to face mine, propping his head with his hand. My eyes widened at this revelation.

“Wait, you liked me since then?”

“Definitely before then, but yes.”

“Ahh, why were we both so oblivious?!” I bring my hands up to cover my face.

“Hey, at least we know now. I don’t plan on letting you go.”

“Oh, dearest boyfriend of mine, who said I was going anywhere without you?” Heeseung grins from ear to ear.

“I like the sound of that.”

“I’m sure all our classmates and friends will love to tease us about this when they find out. Heeseung cringes at that statement, not exactly something to look forward to.

Sure enough, when we came to school the next day we decided we were not going to try and hide anything, and walked to school holding hands, fingers intertwined. The hollers from our friends and classmates made us embarrassed, but explanations would come later. Though what left everyone flabbergasted, myself included, is when we had to part ways, going into our classrooms, Heeseung bent down and tilted my head up towards his and kissed me. It was short and he left me in the hall dumbstruck as he scurried to class. The shouts of everyone watching were lost to my ears. I was so gonna get him later for this.

[jtrokujo]

𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕺𝖋 𝖀𝖘

✩｡: * • .───── ❁ ❁ ─────. • * :｡ ✩

❝𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐈❞

word count: 1.6k

3RD PERSON POV

Like every morning, the big line of glasses is waiting for his girlfriend, but the two youngsters have no plans to go to school because it's the weekend, no, they enjoy their togetherness for all times.

Even if the two have known each other for a long time, that doesn't mean they've been together that long.

For the two of them, it was unimaginable to be in a relationship with the other, but things always happen and change.

Anyone who has asked the respective person about this relationship has long since forgotten because they apparently did not / do not care.

Back to the present.

Tsukishima looked annoyed at the clock on his cell phone and sighed in annoyance, he can't be delayed, even if it's 3 minutes.

It is not rare or common for his girlfriend to be late.

He actually prefers to pick her up instead of waiting for her, not only so that she can hurry up, but also so that she can meet her boyfriend carefree without any bad ulterior motives or any nuisance.

Well that's one of the reasons he hates being late, but he didn't tell his girlfriend about that fact himself.

Because of this particular incident with his brother, he has a strong weakness to trust someone or to trust someone, there are moments when he trusts his girlfriend, sometimes not, it mainly just depends.

But as a good friend, she shows understanding for him, she is too fond of him.

She knows his problems, his fears and the insecurities that almost eat him up, but she still knows the good side that she doesn't see every day, but better than never.

Like, for example, his love for her, his interests in the dinosaurs or his good tutoring when the two do their homework together.

Trapped in thought, someone took him out of it, or rather, something.

The boy's cell phone rang loudly, his heart pounding and he answered the call "Tsuki, where are you?" his girlfriend asked in amazement and tried to ignore the anger.

"In front of our favorite bakery, the question is more where are you, (Y / N) I've been waiting for more than 10 minutes and the weather is not very pleasant at the moment."

"Tsuki, we had agreed that we would meet in front of the museum, that you were present for our last conversation, I knew, but if you went straight into your own world, you have been really so bad in the last few days."

"(Y / N)?" Tsukishima said in a normal tone, "Yes?" she said, however, surprised that he speaks so calmly.

"Didn't we agree that if we'd only go to the museum right after we ate a piece of cake and went for a walk, because it only opens at 2 p.m. and now it's only 10:27 a.m."

"I'll be there in 5 minutes." was the only thing his girlfriend could say hung up as quickly as possible.

Yes, this behavior of his girlfriend wasn't seen every day, but he gets along reasonably well with it.

Of course there are moments or even days when he can lose his last nerve and there have been moments when he insults his girlfriend even though it is not his intention.

Fortunately, however, she knows him too well that she sometimes understands him, but only sometimes.

The one time she showed no understanding was when he was training again with his team and since Hinata was again better than usual, it annoyed him so much that he took all his anger and frustration out on his girlfriend, which caused her ignored him for almost a week.

Back to the present, holding hands, the couple are on their way to coffee.

The fingers are folded together, the wind blows stronger and stronger every second, but if you think that such weather could ruin their mood, you are one-sidedly wrong.

Once there, the two ordered a hot cocoa and a small cake, (Y / N) should already choose a place while Tsukishima delivers the delicacies with a tray.

They talked about their interests and what movie to watch tonight.

While walking around town, Tsukishima looked at his wristwatch that his girlfriend gave him and said, "The museum will open in about 20 minutes."

The friends who make (Y / N) s face shine cannot be overlooked.

Of course, she doesn't really like the museum because she's not really interested, but she knows too well that he likes the dinosaurs that she talked him into going on a date at the museum without any problems.

But he wanted the two to spend more time together, that is to say;

The coffee, the walk and the night at his house had been all his idea.

In the museum, the friend looked at a dinosaur, or rather a Gallimimus.

"What is it, Tsuki?" she asked him and shows it on the Gallimimus. "

From A to Z, her friend explained every information he knows about the Gallimimus.

"They were also a kind of group like wolves, but from the dinosaur genus of the Ornithomimosauria during the Theropoda. They lived for the most part in East Asia. Furthermore, as you can see, they were not small, they were 4 and 6 meters high and weighed up to to an example of 200 kg. "

"You seem to know your way around this, don't you?"

"Because I can." he said roughly, but grabbed his girlfriend's hand and said like a little boy, "Come on, you have to see the others first." and pulled her right after you with you.

TIME SKIP / 3RD PERSON POV

Back at home, the couple meets Tsukishima's brother.

He sighed annoyed and skilfully ignored him, but greeted him out of sheer politeness.

They have known each other for a long time, which is why they have an appropriate relationship.

In other words, a friendship.

You talk now and then.

However, their friendship does not belong in the level where you occasionally write to each other, make phone calls or go to town together.

But that's probably a good thing before Tsukishima gets the last nerve.

Tsukishima is not the kind of friend you ask if you can go out with this person or if he is having trouble going out with this person, knowing other people's passwords or reading through chats.

They know each other too well and also trust what is important in a relationship and therefore find this behavior strange from other couples, because, as I said, trust is part of a relationship.

When he got to his room, Tsukishima took his pajamas and said to his girlfriend "I'm going to get changed in the bathroom, okay?"

She nodded and answered him and also took her pajamas out of her pocket and changed a little faster than usual.

Finished dressed, she stuffed the clothes she was still wearing into her pocket and then put it down.

"Are you ready?" it came out the door.

"Yes I am, can come in."

The door opened and you not only saw Tsukishima in his pajamas, but he also held a small tray with (Y / N) 's favorite sweets.

But not only that, but also a small box.

The friend quickly got up to help her friend "Let me help you." and wanted to grab the tray right away, but Tsukishima pointed to his clothes, which is between his forearm and waist.

"Do you already know which film to watch and how." Tsukishima asked his girlfriend.

"No, I thought you would decide because I was 'allowed' to do it last time." she said and put his clothes where they belong.

"I would prefer if my dwarf would choose a movie." replied Tsukishima and set the tray down on his bed.

"Aww, since when was such a tsuki?" provoked (Y / N) Tsukishima and came a few steps towards him, while at the same time she looked at him gourmet.

Annoyed, he sobbed with his tongue - held a hand on her face and gently pushed her away from him.

He then gave his remote control to his girlfriend and finally said, "Come sit down and choose a movie."

And thus also knocked on the bed.

About half an hour has passed.

While (Y / N) stares obsessively at the screen and slowly eats the candy, Tsukishima secretly observed his girlfriend and the small box.

Breathing deeply, he said her name, while she turned and looked at him, "Is something?" she asked worriedly.

"No, it works. You remember when we were in town about a week ago, there was this shop. It had this chain that impressed you, so I made up my mind yesterday ..." without finishing his sentence he made it to his girlfriend.

She opened the box nervously.

The necklace that (Y / N) wanted, she got from her boyfriend as a present.

She just stared at it with no comments like, 'I want this.' 'Can you get it for me?' or something else, maybe he knows (Y / N) just too well.

He took the chain and asked "May I?"

"(Y / N) turned so he could tie the necklace together," What for, Tsuki? Have you ever seen the price? "She asked him and from now on ignored the film being played.

"When I saw the price, I wasn't too thrilled, but I just had to remember you being pretty amazed as a dwarf, so it wasn't too bad to spend my money."

The tray put away, the television switched off and the blanket over the couple's bodies, they slept cuddled up.

The two of them will not get rid of this event so quickly.

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 11 "Black Friday"

"Be careful. I'd really like to kiss you again."

"I'm saving my energy for Black Friday doorbusters tomorrow morning."

"How about you do the honors?"

"Oh, the holidays. That festive time of year where everyone's decked out in their Christmas finest."

"The season of joy and love and presents begins when the clock strikes midnight."

"I thought you got all your clothing hand-delivered by A-list designers."

"Black Friday is about buying deliberately cheap, totally forgettable Christmas gifts for friends. The obvious cheapness of the gift makes them question our friendship and makes them way easier to manipulate as they try desperately to get back on my good side."

"Is this black toilet paper?"

"Amazing. A pair of mink albino boy shorts."

"I bribe the dude who deals weed off the loading dock to let me in a half hour early."

"Torturing these soulless manatees of senseless consumerism brings me so much joy. And isn't joy what the holiday season's all about?"

'At first I was like, "What a weird turkey." And then it clicked. Like... "Damn, that's a head."

"When you agree with me, it makes me question whether I actually agree with me."

"I am gonna take this opportunity to be the strong parental influence you have never had."

"You are gonna march over to that sofa right now and you're gonna sit down because you are in a time out."

"I'm sorry. Did you just put me on a time out? You do realize I'm not seven, right?"

"Well, behold how badly you've failed."

"I think it's pretty safe to assume that your career is over."

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we're going to the mall to exercise our patriotic right to join hundreds of thousands of our fellow out-of-breath Americans in sweatpants as they make frenzied, ill-thought-out purchases of cheap, crappy garbage they can't afford and don't need. To deny us of that right would be un-American."

"Let's go, sluts."

"I want to know what I'm being charged with."

"You drove your pickup truck through the front window of a Best Buy."

"You killed or maimed people. Let's go."

"Sounds awful, but I'd keep that to yourself."

"You're not really helping yourself."

"Most of the uniformed cops out there are working on a volunteer basis because they get backed up inside if they don't crack a few skulls every day."

"There's a killer on the loose and you're telling us this town has no police force?"

"I don't understand why you have to get us the crappiest gifts possible and then make sure we know about it beforehand just to ruin the surprise."

"I mean, that's like bringing pineapples to Hawaii."

"So would you feel the need to waste $13,000 buying me something I already have?"

"Maybe instead of using my disgusting wealth to buy my friends crap, I should use my disgusting wealth to buy my friends things they would actually enjoy."

"The mall is deserted."

"Oh, go on and shoot me, hag. It'll just make me young and skinny forever and you'll still be old. Come on, finish me off, you shriveled, old crone!"

"First day on the job and I caught a killer."

"Wait, you have a gun?"

"Damn! Why didn't I shoot him when I had the chance?"

"How's your crossbow wound?"

"The arrow missed all major arteries, and I'm currently rolling on some sweet painkillers."

"What exactly are you proposing?"

"I've always had this vision of a band of sisters who stand together like an impenetrable community of shields who kept everyone safe and secure."

"Sometimes, instead of shields, we need swords."

"No one is going to help us."

"No one is going to stop this until we are all dead."

"Well, I'm sorry, but she is a vindictive, amoral woman who no one is gonna miss."

"I say we poison her."

"Did you ever do it in my bed?"

"So you were gay lovers?"

"No, we were not gay lovers."

"I'm an investigative journalist."

"Well, you know, I really love the idea of a bunch of guys from different backgrounds getting together and forming a brotherhood for life."

"Have you ever been to a driving range?"

"What sort of ab regimen are you rocking, bro?"

"I guess the fact that you and I cannot stand one another is finally out in the open."

"Name your weapon."

"So pick your weapon. You can choose sabres, guns, baseball bats, small pebbles, spoons, doesn't matter to me. What does matter, is that we will fight, and we will fight to the death."

"Well, I am sorry that took so long, but, you know, a watched pot never boils."

"Being a millennial feminist means growing up listening to Taylor Swift say she doesn't like to think of the world as boys versus girls."

"That's not what feminism was about."

"How come all the pictures on the wall are selfies?"

"Oh, it smells amazing."

"Where did you get puffer fish venom?"

"I want to be there when she dies."

"That's bliss!"

"Is it nutmeg?"

"I am like a soldier at war. I am killing to stop more killing. It's totally justified."

"But what about moral law?"

"Oh, that would be hard for you?"

"I don't "rage" on Tuesday nights or have competitions about how many girls I can have sex with in one day."

"What I'm trying to say is guys join fraternities to get a sense of structure in their lives. Problem is the structure

they're buying into is antiquated. It's misogynistic and hierarchical and dangerous."

"It's misogynistic and hierarchical and dangerous."

"I don't think I'm in the right headspace right now."

"You're a rare breed, one of the true good guys."

"That's the weirdest explanation for anything I've ever heard."

"We need to think of new ways to kill her!"

"I'm really gonna cherish our time here together."

"Killing is wrong, but, under this circumstance, I don't know what other choice we have."

"Hold on, sluts."

"When I was your age, I was thoughtless about sex."

"If you don't think you're ready, you probably aren't. And if you aren't, well, then no good can come from doing it, anyway."

"The main thing is you have to be perfectly dry. The cryosauna is set to 200 degrees below zero, so any water on your skin freeze instantly."

"How come there hasn't been any screaming?"

"No, we need to get away while we still can."

"Hey, hey, it's enough. The point has been made."

"Why do you want to continue taking this any further?"

"Yes, I feel guilty!"

"Don't you ever call me again."

"I heard about these Buddhist Monks that found a way to meditate, so they can sit outside all night, way, way up in the Himalayas in weather that would kill a normal person, but their core temperature stays totally normal."

"You're thinking of the movie Teen Wolf, you brainless gash, which is not, in fact, a documentary!"

"Uh, Rasputin. He was a mystical Russian peasant who became a close advisor of Tsar Nicholas II because he could magically cure Prince Alexei of his hemophilia."

"Okay, this seems totally not germane to what we're talking about, so can we please just skip ahead?"

"Maybe she has some magical powers that make her unable to die, like some horror movie villain, like Michael Myers, or Jason, or Dr. Giggles."

"So, maybe try on a size zero."

"Okay, I'm not gonna try on the size zero because I won't fit into the size zero."

"This is discrimination!"

"Look at her. Give her something. Give her something to be happy!"

"Come on, what is wrong with these idiots?!"

"Why did you ask me to meet you here? And why are you carrying a bag clearly filled with chains?"

"I thought we could talk about bondage and go for a swim."

"You're all packed up. I thought you were staying until you cracked the case."

"I was just gonna go to the woods and write or something,

like Thoreau, but with WiFi."

"I mean, maybe I could come with you. Might be kind of romantic, you know?"

"I could bring a slow cooker, and we could talk about the case all night over short ribs?"

"Well, I do love short ribs."

"I'll always be able to say that my first was with a great, great, great guy."

"I am a sentient grown woman who has been through

hell the past few weeks, and I'm sitting next to you, now, with open eyes and an open heart, telling you that I want to give myself to you."

[addictofsupernatural]

Spidey Senses (pt. 6)

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Having to keep up a lie is hard for Peter when you're trying to help him.

Word Count: 3366

Chapter 1 • Chapter 5

"What do you mean finally?! This is bad. Really, really bad Ned. I shouldn't be thinking about her like that!"

"Dude, it's your feelings. You're gonna feel whatever way you do. You can't control that stuff."

"But this could ruin our friendship. I don't want that." Peter whined over the phone as he put his hand over his eyes, laying on his bed.

"Or~ maybe this could all work and you could score a girlfriend." Ned suggested, amusement laced in his voice. "I mean, I didn't want to be the first one to say this, but..."

"What?"

"Let's just put it this way. She's always had a cute heart. Over time, her heart got cuter and went straight to making her face kinda hot."

"Ned." Peter frustratedly said.

Ned gave him a goofy laugh. "You sound like your getting jealous or something."

Peter quickly sat up. "Do you think that'll happen?"

"Probably." He said nonchalantly. "All seriousness Peter, you should go for it. I always thought you two would be good together. There's just something there, trust me. And hey, you two could be the amazing spider couple. That'd be awesome."

"Spider couple." He smiled and laid back down. "You think people would make that, like, a ship name for us?"

"Dude, you could have a super girlfriend. How awesome does that sound?!"

Peter let out a chuckle. "That does sound pretty cool. Okay, thanks for the therapy session. Night Ned."

"No problem. Night." And with that Peter stayed up to think about you some more.

The next week at school went horribly. All Peter wanted to do was spend more time with you, but you kept pushing him towards Liz at gym class and in Mathletes. He felt so jealous whenever he saw you goofing off with Ned. You were a very touchy person, and every warm hug to Ned felt like Peter's arms were getting colder.

When Liz was finally busy, he went over to you and sat a little closer to you than usual. "Hey Peter." You greeted brightly. "Any progress?"

"On what?" He asked dumbly.

"Liz." You said quietly.

"Oh!" He voice cracked and cleared his throat. "Oh. Um, not really. I think I'm done for the day."

"Aw, Peter!" You rubbed his arm. "You shouldn't give up on stuff that's important to you."

He sighed, glancing at Ned's confused face. "Can't I just spend the rest of the day with you?"

You smiled and nodded, patting his cheek gently. Peter's phone buzzed and it was a text message from Ned.

Not Guy in the Chair: Why didn't you tell her how you feel?

He glanced at you working on your notes.

SM: I don't want things to be weird.

Not Guy in the Chair: The truth will set you free 🕊️🕊️

SM: Shhhh

You then took out left over brownies for Peter. He gladly took one as Flash came over, taking one out of the container as well. "Hey babe."

"Don't touch my stuff and never call me that." You closed your container and put it in your backpack. "What do you want Flash?"

"Just making sure you got a hot outfit for the party. Finally gonna show some skin?"

"I do have a costume. Peter was with me when I got it too. We had a lot of fun." Peter looked at you and smiled.

Flash then rolled his eyes. "Really? How could anyone ever have fun with Penis Parker?"

"Well we do." You tugged each boy at your side into a side hug. "Do you have a special trio that would do anything for you?"

He nervously scoffed. "I have more than two friends. Does every friend seem special to you when you're not popular?"

"If you called one of your friends in the middle of the night and told them to come over cause you're sad, would any of them do it?" He was silent as he looked down. "That's a special friend. Now goodbye."

"Y'know—"

"Good. Bye." You pressed, frowning.

"I—"

"Dude," MJ interrupted. "Know when you've been beat. Walk away."

He then did so, stomping away. You smiled and looked over to MJ. "Why do we not talk to each other?"

"Cause you're a loser." She said, matter-of-factly.

Though Ned and Peter have her a confused frown, your smile only widened. "What are you?"

"Friendless."

"Not anymore!" You exclaimed. The teacher then announced that the club session just ended. "We'll see you at lunch tomorrow then."

She stared at you for a moment. "...Okay, I guess. Bye." You could tell that she held back a smile as you excitedly waved at her before packing up.

You and Peter were walking home, when he asked about MJ. "I don't know." You said, shrugging. "I just feel like she's cool. My spidey senses can feel it."

"You say that about everything." He laughed.

"Because I'm always right about everything. It's a given." He chuckled again. "C'mon, don't you ever have intensified feelings about some things or people?"

He awkwardly smiled and nodded, looking away from you. "More than I should." He mumbled.

"Hm?"

"I said I should hope so."

"Well then, see? I'm right again." You grinned.

"Did your spidey senses feel that too?"

"Yup." You both chuckled.

Over the next few days MJ began to directly hang out with you and the boys, and she said that she would be going to the party as well. "I don't believe in stereotyping geeks out of parties, which is why I'm supporting you guys tomorrow." She explained with an almost unnoticeable smile.

"So generous." You teased back, Ned and Peter smiling as well. "What'll you be going as?"

"Oh, I'll be going as part of the impartial generation of today." She gave a sly smile.

"Nice, nice." You nodded contently before Flash came up to your table again. "Holy crap man, are you sure you even have friends? Why do you keep bugging me?"

"Just wanted to see what the new member of the Penis Parker group was like." He then nodded to Mj, to which she didn't respond. He then rudely waved his hand over her face. "Hello?"

She backed her face up as you smacked his hand away. "Leave her alone."

"What? This is probably the most exciting thing to happen to her. It's not like you guys have interesting lives." You and Peter looked at each other. "I'm guessing that's a no?"

"Well Peter and y/n know Spiderman and Spidergirl!" Ned blurted out.

Flash then did a breathy, wheezing laugh. "Are you kidding me? How would they know them?"

"The Stark Internship!"

"Ned, stop talking." You mumbled. Ned nodded and put his head down. "We met them a few times, so we don't really know them or anything, and even if we did were aren't supposed to talk about it."

"Well Peter," he ignored you. "If you're actually cool then why don't you invite them the the party?"

"Cause we wouldn't want to waste their time by having them go to some fanboy's party." You argued, knowing Peter would choke up if he answered.

Flash shrugged it off. "That's what I thought." He said as he left.

The next day you were talking to Linda while in your costume with your mini backpack slung over your shoulder. She was telling you about the job interview she's getting and how she's saving up the money from Tony's watch to rent an apartment in the building you live it. "I'm so happy right now Linda! You could totally be one of those super nosey neighbors, and I would pretend to be okay with it!"

"That would be a dream come true." She said as you both turned your heads to see Peter coming, also dressed up. "Just a few years older, and I would totally go for that."

You sighed. "You're such a creeper Linda."

"And you should loosen up and be more of a creeper." You gave her a look, and she only shrugged. "Just saying. Press on and go for it."

"Hey guys." Peter greeted with a smile. "Everything okay?"

"Yup!" You hopped off the steps you were sitting on. "Let's go."

"Okay. Bye Linda." Peter politely waved.

"Don't acknowledge her Peter, it makes her weirder."

"Don't be jealous that I'm more fun." She called out, smiling.

Peter chuckled and tried to put his hands in his pockets, only for his hands to slip from there being none. He didn't know what to do with his free hand that wasn't carrying the shield. He probably looked so awkward in front of you right now. This was so nerve wracking.

"Peter calm down." You suddenly said, causing him to jump a little. "It's my first party too, but we got each other. And we know Ned's gonna be there to be a dork, and Mj will be there to remind us how stupid we look. It'll be great."

He nervously laughed, scratching his head. "Yeah, I guess." He then became nervous just thinking about what would happen if you discovered this crush, especially at the party with Flash. "Y/n, what do you see in men?"

The question was unexpected, and your face felt like it was in flames. "What would you ask that?"

"Just wondering. I don't think I've ever seen you flirt with someone." He mentally sighed at the save.

"Mm, I guess he has to be nice, for starters. I'd want him to make me laugh, and care about me. I don't know, that's really it."

"Really? Only that?"

"Yeah?"

"Nothing with looks, or..."

"Peter!" You lightly smacked his arm and giggled. "You know I don't care about that stuff."

"You care about your own looks." He said quietly.

"That's different though." You grinned and tugged on his wrist. "We're here. C'mon."

Ned was waiting on the steps, looking up at you two in major relief. "Guys, tell me you brought the suits."

You both nodded. "Our suits aren't party tricks." You said. "This feels way too wrong."

"Yeah, I'm with y/n. Those suits are worth way too much to use for something like this." Peter added.

"Only for a few minutes. This is our chance for Flash to stop messing with us." Ned whined.

You huffed. "Okay, but only if Flash is being extra annoying."

The three of you walked inside and saw Flash trying to be a DJ, playing some basic techno music. He saw the three of you, and brought out his mic. "Hey Penis Parker, where's your superhero friends? That's not Spiderman, that's Ned in a onesie."

People began laughing, and you pursed your lips. "I'll be right back."

You left and went behind a building, opening your backpack and quickly changing into your hero outfit. You took a deep breath, and was about to swing in when you got a call from Peter.

"Dude, tell me she's doing it." You could hear Ned say.

"I don't know, I'm gonna ask her. Y/n?"

"Yeah?" You laughed out.

"Did you really put it on?"

"Yeah. Are you gonna join me or do you just want me to do it?"

"This doesn't feel right."

"Peter doesn't know what he's saying." Ned called out in a child-like tone.

"Ned's being mean to me." Peter responded in the same tone.

You giggled. "Look guys, I don't feel great about it, but Flash needs to be knocked down a peg. It hurts to see him treat you guys like crap. This is just gonna be a one time thing, right?"

"Right." Peter confirmed.

Ned remained silent, but Peter nudged him. He huffed. "Right."

"Okay, I'll be down in a bit." You then ended the call.

"So, I've been meaning to ask," Ned said. "But why does y/n still think you like Liz? I thought you were gonna tell her yesterday."

"I didn't know how to tell her the truth! I panicked!"

"You're hopeless." Mj said as she walked up to the two boys. "What happened to y/n?"

"She went to go get Spidergirl." Ned nodded for way to long as he said this.

"Wait," She looked genuinely surprised. "So you guys, like, actually know the Spider heros?"

"What was that?" Flash asked over his mic. "Is Penis Parker actually going to bring Spiderman and Spidergirl here?"

"Actually, um, Spiderman couldn't make it." Peter said before clearing his throat awkwardly. "But Spidergirl said she'd make an appearance."

Flash obnoxiously laughes into the mic. "Can anybody believe this guy?"

You then swung in. "I do." You raised your hand playfully as everyone began cheering. "You guys were expecting me, right?"

Everyone cheered again. "Oh my God." Flash said in a high pitched manner.

You grabbed Ned by the shoulders. "It's Ned, right?" You asked over the music, loud enough for everyone to hear. "I've heard good things about you."

"All true." He showed his goofy smile.

You patted his cheek. "I bet!" You turned and walked over to Peter, giving him a big hug. He returned it, finding the hug oddly comforting considering everyone was staring. "Peter! It's been a bit, huh?"

He awkwardly chuckled. "Yeah. Thanks for coming."

"Of course! When I heard from SM that the Peter Parker finally had time for a party, I knew I had to come and see it for myself! Maybe my partner could join in next time, yeah?"

"We... Um..." He kept doing his little pant–laugh thing that he does when he doesn't know what to say. "Yeah."

You moved over to look at Mj. "You go by Mj, right?" She nodded. "Y/n tells me you're super opinionated and awesome."

She smiled and shrugged, tucking back some hair. "I just kinda say whatever comes to mind. I don't really think before I talk sometimes."

You tapped her chin. "I love it. Never change." You then clapped your hands. "Now! Where's Flash Thompson?"

Everyone pointed to Flash, who quickly turned down the music. You swung to him quickly and caused him to back up into a small table, awkwardly steadying it. "H... Hi."

"Hi Flash. I wanted to let you know that me and Spiderman keep tabs on our friends, to make sure they're okay. We're pretty protective, y'know?"

"Yeah, yeah. I totally get that." He kept awkwardly nodding.

You nodded and patted his cheek. "I knew you would, so I need you to keep an eye on Peter and Ned while me and SM can't. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, yes I can. I could do anything for you."

"Thank you Flash." You patted his arm, to which he looked at his arm in amazement. "Amazing. Okay, I gotta go. But remember, I keep tabs on your school, so I'll be watching!"

You then walked around for a bit taking pictures and talked to some people. You suddenly felt goosebumps all over and excused yourself, flying out and looking around. You saw a small blue explosion in the distance and quickly texted Peter.

He came as soon as he could and you explained the situation. Unbeknownst to the two of you, Mj noticed Peter leave quickly after you did. She also noticed that you weren't in sight while Spidergirl was here.

"Okay, okay. I, I need to change!" He then quickly took off his shirt and started unbuckling his pants, looking up to you dumbly staring at him. "Uh..."

"Sorry!" You quickly turned around and look off your mini backpack, plopping it down next to yourself. It had Peter's suit folded inside. "That was partially not my fault. You gotta warn somebody before you start stripping next time."

"Next time?" He asked teasingly. "You say it like you want it to happen again."

Truth be told, neither of you knew where this new found confidence of Peter came from to tease you like that. It was almost like he was flirting. You liked it though; it was as if he was becoming more confident and mature with himself.

Your face was hot as you grinned at the ground. "Well, you gotta pay for whatever expensive college you're gonna get into somehow. And I'll come visit at the strip club to support my best friend."

He hugged you with one arm from behind. "So supportive. Maybe the reason I'm a stripper is to support the both of us."

You chuckled and rubbed his arm. "My hero."

He turned you around and handed you your backpack. "This is a cool backpack, by the way. I like the mini things of Thor."

"Thank you." You said, awkwardly taking the backpack. "Now let's go."

Neither of you could get some webbing to hold onto any tree in the area, so instead you both ran across a whole field, looking kind of comical. By the time you two got there this one man was showing another some high tech weapons. You were getting closer to listen in, and it sounded like the guy wasn't interested in what the others were trying to sell.

"Why you trying to upsell me man?"

The other two guys didn't like this, and were slowly getting angrier. You tried to get closer, but Peter's phone went off from Ned calling him. You both hid as Peter fumbled to end the call, and the two merchants assumed the buyer was setting them up because of the noice. In an instant there were two guns pointed at the buyer.

"Woah, woah!" You yelled as you and Peter came out, hands up. "C'mon guys, I promise he wasn't turning his back on you two. And I'm a good guy; good guys don't lie."

"Really, if you guys are gonna shoot at anybody, shoot at me." Peter said with seriousness. "I'm the real threat."

The two guys looked at each other and pointed their guns at the both of you. "Okay."

You both dodged their shots and flung their guns away with your webs. You tried to shoot at the wheels of the car but the man with an electric glove shot at you, causing you to fling back. You noticed that the buyer hesitated to go and help you, but decided not to and instead hopped in his car and drove away.

When you got up they were getting in the car so you and Peter shot a web to the door. The door broke off, but Peter shot another web to the car to have you two ride the door.

"Hey, I got a really stupid idea!" You yelled out as the guy in the back of the van was reaching for a gun.

"Go for it!" The van hit a sharp turn, and you took this as chance to let go of the door and leap to a tree, using your strength to push and dive head first into the van.

"Woah, I did it!" The shocker guy tried to punch you with his electric glove, but you dodged it. "Someone's bitter!"

You began to go on a defensive position and dodge his contact hits and fires in the narrow van, until Peter shot a web at him that pinned one of his hands to the side of the van. He used the other hand to shoot at Peter, blasting him into a backyard.

"I'm okay!" You heard him yell out from a distance.

You slammed the shocker guy to the ground and pinned his hands and feet to the ground. You stood and shot web to cover his mouth as well. "That was a pretty rude thing to do, but I guess two v one isn't fair. Then again, you're are a bad guy."

You remembered that you had your backpack on this whole time, and took it off to hug it.

"Mh. Once again, Thor backpack comes in clutch. Odinson, you can me do no wrong." You opened your backpack and put some small weapons in it, zipping it up and putting it back on. You looked outside before turning around to talk to the man pinned on the ground. "I wonder where Spiderman went. It's all good though, I'll stop the car—"

You were cut off by something grabbing you and yanking you back. You yelped as you were whipped into this huge lake. The water hit you painfully and you began to see spots, seeing a flash of a man with mechanical wings. You almost didn't feel something bring you up.

"Thanks ma..." You looked up and winced. What was carrying you was the Iron Man suit. "Uh oh."

"I have some words for you two."

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[sand-rose]

This is super late, but I finally got around to thinking about my answers to Magia Rapport. Between life in general and the announcement of the EN server closing I just didn't feel like doing it before. But I did want to participate so better late than never, I guess!

Day 1: If you could give advice to a new player, what would that advice be? If you could restart the game from the beginning, what would you do differently this time?

Oh boy, does that question hit different now. Well... For a new player, I would say save your gems as much as possible for the fate weaves you really want to pull for. Try to decide what girls you really want, and how many slots you want to try to get for them. I was maybe 80% f2p. I managed to get quite a few limited girls I wanted by saving up, and even though most of them only have one slot that was perfectly fine with me because I just really liked the character. As for restarting the game, I am restarting on JP, and this time I decided I'm going to go my own pace. I'll still play every day to get those bonuses and dailies done, but I'm not too worried about catching up to where JP is in the story or farming for materials. I'll probably only do the story portions of events, and I'm going to try to cut my playing time compared to how long I play the EN version every day. I want to get back to doing other things, and even if I haven't felt like writing or drawing lately because of personal reasons, the game's become a larger part of my daily routine than I intended it to be.

Day 2: What was your favorite event, and why? Is it because of gameplay or the story?

The Tart Magica events will always be my favorites because I just really love the spinoff series. The fact that I got to see the characters animated and hear them speak just makes me smile. I also really liked the map layout for those events.

Day 3: What is your proudest achievement in the game? Is it a character you got from a fate weave? Is it a moment you defeated a really difficult event? Did you get a high ranking in mirrors?

My proudest achievement would be managing to get all the Tart Magica characters. I didn't get Tart or Riz their first run and was so disappointed. So I made sure to save up just for a rerun of their banners and when it came back around I got Tart, and I did have to spend a bit IRL money for Riz but it wasn't too much and I felt it was worth it. Another moment would be when I made S class in ranked mirrors 2nd and 3rd rounds. I was having awful luck this last time especially but thanks to @muffinrecord 's advice I managed to make it!

Day 4: What is your favorite memoria in the game and why? Is it because it's unexpectedly good? Do you like the artwork? Is it the flavor text that stands out to you?

My favorite memoria would be I Made Friends!. Not only is it such a good passive memoria with great effects but I just really like the art too. I always liked seeing Kako, Felicia, and Ayame's interactions in the story and events because these girls have been through so much in their lives, before and after becoming Magical Girls, and it's nice to see them just being kids and playing together. Two close seconds are Hopes Combined and Our Backs Together. They're my two favorite groups of characters and the flavor text really speaks of their bonds and how strong they are together. And the artwork is just cool!

Day 5: What character do you identify with the most? Why is that? Do you have a favorite quote or moment from them?

There's a few characters that really remind me of myself. I have social anxiety like Seika, though it's not nearly as severe. I mostly keep to myself and a few close people like Konoha did. I have a hard time expressing myself to others like Ren. And Tsuruno... When we learned everything she was dealing with and how she tried her best to keep smiling and taking care of everyone else's problems, that definitely struck a chord with me.

Day 6: What character has your favorite wish? Do you think it's the best wish or is it something close to what you would wish for if you could?

I had to think about this one, but in the end I think Mitama's wish is my favorite. It's just very interesting to me. We know growing up in Daito Ward is... not that great. The class difference is bad enough, and I relate to her on that level from growing up in a similar situation. Then to get that chance to have a brighter future, better education taken from you due to circumstances out of your control (in my case money, in hers rumors leading to a ruined reputation)... Of course she would be devastated. Furious, even. In her eyes, Kamihama took her future away from her, so why not wish to take Kamihama's future away in retaliation? Her wish to have the power to destroy Kamihama is a powerful one, and she harbored it since making the contract, hiding her true thoughts from everyone and playing neutral as Coordinator. But the thing is when she made this wish, it WAS granted, though not in the way she thought. When the time came for her to choose a side between the Kamihama Magical Girls and the Magius, she very easily could have chosen to side with the Magius. If she had, that would have been the end of Kamihama. She was a key character during the final battles. She distributed grief seeds, shared vital information, looked after injured girls. If she hadn't been on the Kamihama Magical Girls' side, they would have lost. That was her opportunity to fulfill her own wish, but she didn't take it. During her time as Coordinator she met and became friends with so many Magical Girls, and came to see Kamihama was full of good people too. She turned her back on her own wish to help those that had shown her kindness and friendship and I think that's fascinating.

Day 7: What moment, concept, or character makes you happiest from the game? Why is this?

I think what makes me happiest about the game is that they went for a completely different tone from Madoka Magica... I was so surprised as we went through the story and it was a pretty light-hearted story of found family and friendships with some slice of life thrown in. I love Madoka Magica so much, and the truth about the Magical Girl system was so shocking when I first watched it. It explored so much in so little time, and seeing the girls struggle to survive the system was intense. But I always wondered if more Magical Girls had teamed up to fight Walpurgisnacht, could they have defeated her? And I got my answer in Magia Record. The game focuses on all these unique characters, who still have struggles of their own due their lives and their contracts, but they're not alone. They have teams, other Magical Girl friends, and there's this sense of community between them. And when they all banded together they were able to take down one of the most powerful witches known to Magical Girls. It's a wholesome spin on the Madoka Magica series, and I am here for it!

[chlodani]

This is my new smau. It's a Sokka x F!Reader pairing smau. Title: More Than A Roommate

Trigger warning: Mature! Slight swear warning! If your sensitive to mature language and swearing, I've warned you ahead of time.

Y/n's new roommate seems intensely interested in her life and wants to know everything about her. She's flattered and a little freaked out, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to. Though she thinks it's a problem that he's so handsome and their living together. But what will he do when he finds out Y/n's a Firebender? Will he accept her for who she is or will he shut her out because of his bad past with the Fire Nation?

Special Edition Series Finale Part 23

Y/n's P.O.V.

I took in a deep breath as I stood in my dress with my best friends around me: Toph, Ty Lee, Luna, Katara, Suki, Jami, Montana and Adelina. Both Ty Lee and Adelina gently brushed off my dress. As I looked at Adelina I noticed she wanted to tear up, but she was forcing herself not to – yet. They all knew I was nervous. Especially Toph.

"Why so nervous Y/n/n?" Toph asked me with a knowing smile.

"She knows her honeymoon is at the start of tonight, and she doesnt know what to do about it," Montana teased.

"No, Tana, that's not it, - Sokka and I have already had sex, it's not about that, its just - Its our wedding day - Its actually our wedding day. I can't believe, - I'm happy and I'm excited, but I'm nervous because I'm actually getting married," I explained to them feeling the nervousness rest in the pit of my stomach.

Adelina put her hand on my shoulder in comfort.

"I told you it would happen some day," she said to me with a smile.

All I did was press my lips together. I didnt think I could say anything else.

"Dont worry sweetie, I'm sure Sokka's wayyyyy more nervous than you are," Ty Lee said to me trying to be reassuring as she fixed my hair.

Katara stood in front of me. She just let a smile sit on her face as she looked into my eyes.

"Are you ready hon?" Katara asked me softly.

I took in another soft breath.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I responded.

"You'll do fine Y/n," Suki encouraged.

"And you look beautiful," Jami said to me with a smile.

I pressed my lips together as I looked at her. I faced the door of the room. Here we go. . .

. . .

I stood next to my Uncle Shyu. He was the one that was walking me down the isle. Zuko, being the Fire Lord, told them to take the day off because of his best friends wedding. I sighed softly.

"You okay sweetheart?" He asked me kindly as he put his hand over mine, which sat on the inner part of his arm.

"Yes, - I'm just - I can't believe I'm getting married - To the man that moved into my apartment - My roommate - My best friend, - "

"The man you love," Shyu added for me.

I nodded.

"You'll be okay darling," he said to me.

I nodded to him once more. As we started to walk down the aisle, all I could do was stare at Sokka. Sokka just gave me that knowing smile. Which made the jumbles in my stomach worse. As we stood before Shyu just gave Sokka that look. The look telling him to treat me right or they'd have issues. Sokka held onto my hands as he looked into my eyes. I smiled as I looked his dark blue eyes. They almost looked Sapphire. They were beautiful. By the look in them I knew he was ready. I felt myself calm down, the nervousness went away completely. I was ready too. Iroh cleared his throat as he stood there.

"Good afternoon everyone - I was honored that Y/n felt close enough to me to ask me to marry her and Sokka today. I've known her since she was a very young child. She is like my own daughter. And to see her get married is a great honor for me. Though seeing as I'm the one marrying her and Sokka, it's going to be harder on me than I had previously thought. - We are all gathered here today to witness the joining in marriage this man and this woman, - Sokka and Y/n, you told me you two have written your own vows, – You may begin, -"

Sokka and I both nodded to Iroh.

"Sokka, - I've known I liked you since I first met you, I just didn't know how to tell you. I thought that because you were my roommate it would be weird and I didnt want to ruin our friendship by telling you that I liked you. I didnt think it would take someone else trying to claim me as theirs to get me to realize my true feelings for you. I'm sorry it took that for me to choose you, but everything happens for a reason. I believe we ended up together, when the time was right. I know we've been through hell, but we've grown together. Sokka, I love you and I promise to be by your side everyday of our lives from this day forward. I promise to be there for you when you're sick and to be with you until the end, - I love you Sokka,"

I could tell by the look in his eyes, that he was nervous. He gently cleared his throat.

"Y/n, when I first met you, I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. I know that's a common cheesy line that most guys say, but with me it's true. I was a little upset when I first found out you were a Firebender, but honestly it just makes you hotter, -"

I chuckled.

"You're a great Firebender and you've never accidentally set anything on fire. And you replaced the dresser that Luna destroyed in my room -"

I chuckled once more.

"You've always been there for me when I needed you, even when I was being a huge ass. You saved me when I thought I didn't need it - But you knew. You always know what I need. I dont even have to tell you, you just know. The connection we have still amazes me and honestly I couldn't ask for anyone better. I wouldn't know what to do without you. You're the best friend I could ever ask for, and the best lover I could ever have. I promise that I will always be with you. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side. I promise to stay by you when your sick, and to be with you until the end. I will love you to the end of time, and I cant wait to spend an eternity with you,"

"Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe do you take Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love her for all eternity? Take care of her in sickness and in health? And be with her until death do you part?"

Sokka stared directly into my eyes. A soft smile passed him.

"I do,"

My stomach dropped.

"Y/n Y/l/n, do you take Sokka to be lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love her for all eternity? Take care of her in sickness and in health? And be with her until death do you part?"

I couldn't stop my smile.

"I do,"

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, - You may now kiss your bride,"

Sokka couldn't wait any longer. Excitement coursed through him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me as close to him as he possibly could, smashing his lips onto mine. After everything we've been through, he's finally my husband. I finally get to claim him as mine. And I will never let him go.

This is the end of my Sokka smau. Thank you so much for reading❤ I really do enjoy making these🥰 And there will be more coming😘🥰❤

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