#comes with being an unwilling god ig

[druid-boy-punk]

a bit of a study of my favorite fugitive and criminal <3

ref

[stargirlrchive]

── FINE LINE w. SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

gender neutral reader

angst, hurt to comfort (kinda ig), smut, gif not mine

NSFW ✩ MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)

GENERAL MASTERLIST

simon’s steps echoed through the cobblestone as he walked aimlessly through the city he had become so familiar with. the lit cigarette warming him from the inside out as his thoughts ran wild.

his throat ached as memories of you continued to filter through his brain, like an old movie. vivid in the way that he could still feel it, still feel you.

his fingers gripping at your back as the two of you clung onto each other, touching and undressing to push back all the unspoken turmoil. his face tucked into your neck as he nipped and kissed at your throat. your body always so soft and fragile compared to his.

the two of you took what you needed from the other, and he was gone before you could both start to rationalize that this wasn’t good, it wasn’t healthy. not when you craved intimacy on a much grander scale and he was unwilling to give it to you.

your thighs wrapped around his waist as your lips parted and your soft mewls and moans rung loud in his ears. his cock rutting in and out of you in the way he knew you loved, in the way that made you sing for him.

his lips trailed upwards, towards your mouth and you tensed under him. no matter how wrapped up the two of you were with one another, he never kissed you.

always grunting about how it was too intimate, but as his lips fell flat against yours, your eyes filled with tears.

he was saying goodbye, you both knew it.

for so long this was all he could give you, only truly knowing him when your legs parted and he coaxed pleasure out of you. your tears were hot and thick as you clung to him. wishing with all your might that he’d realize in the last moment that he needed you just as much as you needed him.

he could be so cruel.

a soft sob broke from your mouth and he swallowed it down, kissing you harder. in his own way, trying to comfort you.

he built you up, coaxing body-numbing orgams out of you, making sure to leave you satiated since he knew this was the last time he was going to have you this way. this was the last time he’d let himself be tempted by you, by the promise of something constant and only his.

he couldn’t afford to keep you around, not when you had begun to weasel your way into his skin.

your fingers trailed all over him, as if trying to commit every scar and ridge of muscle to memory. you were far too good for him.

his thick ropes of come filling you as you trembled beneath him, your orgasm ripping out of you just in time with his as he held you close. he gave the two of you a few more seconds of closeness, nuzzling his face into your chest to press lingering kisses before he pulled away.

his eyes glazed over with indifference as he began to dress himself.

“you don’t have to go.”

“you know i do.”

it had been months since then, and simon was still unable to pluck you out of his thoughts, you had buried yourself into his very being and you refused to leave.

simon stopped as he finally made it to his destination, and maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him but everything looked brighter, he felt lighter.

the familiar building caused his heart rate to pick up, trying desperately to get to where he needed to be. back to you.

he didn’t give himself time to think about it too much, he knew if he did he wouldn’t have the courage to face you. his fingers in a tight, tense fist as he knocked on your door.

it took a few seconds but he could hear the soft patter of your feet, he would recognize them anywhere. the louder they got, the more nervous he grew.

as the door swung open his stomach dropped. the smile that had been on your face wiping away to one of complete shock.

your voice called out his name in question and simon’s eyes stung. your perfume hitting him and he swore he’s never smelled anything so sweet.

god, he fucking missed you.

his arms were wrapping around your waist before he could stop himself, his face digging into your neck as he trembled in your arms.

he was grateful that you didn’t tense, he didn’t know if he could handle that. instead your arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, welcoming him home.

[tarttheart]

PRECIOUS LOVE CHAPTER 10: JAMIE TARTT x YOU

summary: you finally make some progress.

word count: 960 words

warnings: language

-

chapter 10: to be a better man

It took three days for you to think that maybe you deserved better. It started with Michael pulling you into a big hug when you told him you did not think it was going to work out. He went on to reassure you that there was a long line of fit footballers you could choose from because you were, in his words, “fit as fuck”. Then, the multiple messages from Rebecca and Keeley reminding you that you were brave and amazing. Finally, there were the flowers from the De Bryunes as a little cherry on top with a strongly worded reminder about what a wonderful person you were after you messaged Kevin and Michele a sincere and heartfelt apology for being so unavailable.

So, you decided it was time to properly invest in getting better. You had had enough of a go on your own without professional help and it had gotten you nowhere. Sure, you had travelled heaps around the various regions you had been assigned to while away and done some self-care as you had initially grieved. That had been great but then, hyperfocusing on work thereafter had definitely been counterproductive. While it was great that you finally had some semblance of a social life now, calling it progress was a bit of a stretch given you had been processing for four years albeit somewhat half-heartedly.

Seeing Dr Sharon was hard. There was a lot she had needed to set right in the initial sessions. There were a lot of tears and days spent holed up at home trying to grapple with all that had come to pass. But, as the sessions wore on, you could feel some light coming back into your life and the light at the end of a very long, very dark tunnel.

Slowly, you allowed yourself to be around more things football-related. First, it was Nelson Road for an actual in-person appointment with Dr Sharon. Dr Sharon suggested it and you were not about to shy away from the challenge after making as much progress as you had. Although you had spent the better part of 15 minutes hyperventilating outside before stepping foot into the facility, what mattered was you did. Sessions expanded to having lunch and drinks with Keeley and Rebecca in Rebecca’s office. Sure, part of the reason you had had lunch with Rebecca the first time was because you had heard ruckus in the locker room and seen players streaming out as you had started down the stairs so you had retreated to Rebecca’s office for safety. Yes, it might have been rooted in fear initially but being able to be at Nelson Road was progress in itself.

Then, you started attending games with Rebecca and Keeley. The first time, Richmond were playing Aston Villa away and you happened to be in Birmingham to visit a client. Given the meeting was scheduled for a Friday, you had decided to extend your trip to Sunday to give yourself a little bit of breathing room between train journeys. But, that was where the breathing room ended. The other director had taken to you and decided to make a weekend out of it with you as their unwilling partner (something about a bad breakup and ideal girls’ trip).

You: HELP PLEASE. She was chatting to me from outside the cubicle.

Rebecca: Oh god.

Keeley: don’t hate me babes but

Keeley: what about coming to the game?

You: can I sit in the back and scroll through IG the entire time?

You: you know what, doesn’t matter. She is trying to book us in for costume karaoke. I’m in.

You had originally said you would sit in the back and ignore everything going on but were quickly sucked into the spirit of it all. How could you not? It was an exciting one with Richmond kicking a goal to win it all in the last two minutes of the match. Being in and amongst it all had brought back memories, fond memories of attending Man City matches with the De Bryunes as an extra set of hands for the children. You realised in that moment that football was not as painful a memory as you had thought it would be now. So, when the next opportunity arose to join Rebecca and Keeley in the box, you took it and you remembered that look of pride the two had as they pulled you in for a hug when you had agreed.

Taking the step to actually joining in the team celebrations and being around the team took a little more. You had started making regular appearances around Nelson Road and at matches, enough to spark speculations amongst players about your identity. Did Keeley have a new investor? Maybe Rebecca’s personal lawyer?

Jamie sat in the locker room, overcome by a weird feeling of almost deja vu after catching glimpses of you in the hallways. He always managed to dodge you before you caught sight of him, thanks to the recent agility training he had been keeping up but seeing you stirred something within him nonetheless. He remembered the way you laughed and squealed whenever they won. He remembered the way you always hugged him when he needed it. He remembered how you would give him a thumbs up whenever he looked mad about something and how it made his frustrations disappear if only for a second.

“Oh, that’s who you’re talking about. Guess she must know Keeley and Rebecca too but she’s neither an investor nor a lawyer. She works with Michael,” Colin explained one day.

“Whatever her name is, she seems like a good bottle of Nebbiolo. Elegant, understated, well-liked and very, very good.”

Fuck Richard and his perfect fucking analogy, Jamie thought to himself.

-

< chapter 9 | master list | chapter 11 >

[mrs-monaghan]

For god sake, Taehyung loves Jimin. He said it himself on IG just 4 months ago. He wasn't lying and Jimin loves Tae. TK wasn't setting JM up for hate. Even if Jikook broke up, which they didn't, TK hanging out still doesn't mean they hate him and bring on hate on purpose. This is where warped shippers and antis distort the truth. TK went to a premiere, did they not think of Jimin and the hate? Blah, Blah. Wait a minute, JK just did a 2 hr JM live before that premiere that proves he still very much loves & respects Jimin and probably really misses him cause they have just been on different career paths, but it doesn't mean they don't still hook up, cuddle and have their own private dates. So how did JK going to that premiere with Tae, erase what he did for JM? It just means JM has been work driven and busy and probably just wanted to do it all on his own and he is allowed & JK respects that & JM just wants to be more low key with JK. So you think JM didn't have an invite to come to JK's to hang out with JK, Hobi and V? Even tho JK told him to come box and eat chicken already? Look how they sang JM's songs without him even being there. They love him, but TK are also allowed to love each other and be friends too. TK have done nothing to hurt JM. Is Tae guilty of playing with shippers, yes he is, but he also made it clear he loves JM and JM for god sakes has moon tats down his back because of Tae. Shippers and Antis have planted so much doubt in people's heads, when JM has told us he loves both TK and TK told us they love JM. Its not their fault, you people are unwilling to listen. Vminkook all love each other, but Jikook happen to be in love and Tae respects that, Case closed.

Anon's points are valid.

[daisychainsandbowties]

hey, quick wot question (i don’t wanna google it and risk getting spoiled😬)

I just found out 208 is the finale and I somehow thought there’d be 10 episodes this season. honestly thought there was some more developing to come before the finale. so I was wondering, was this season one book or bits and pieces of an overreaching arc from a few books?

this is a tricky one to answer because… technically s2 has bits and pieces from like five books lmao. but mostly small things. some character arcs are from book 3 (others are entirely made up for some reason) but it does seem as though the finale of this season will roughly follow the end of book two. there are definitely chunks of book three in there (as i suspected there would be, and other things from that book i hope to god are still coming and not just dropped), and then… scatterings of other books. but in terms of narrative arc i’d align it roughly with book two.

this next part is not really answering your question but there aren’t any spoilers either. just ranting ig

yeah i agree with what you’re saying about development. i’ve been struggling to tell if my moments of “hmm… was that… made clear enough? was that earned?” were just my book brain seeking the familiar connective tissue of RJ’s narrative structure, but i have started to worry that my mom (gleefully unwilling to even listen to me explain things) will not be able to follow what’s happening in season 2 as much as i feel is necessary for someone like her to enjoy it.

they’ve made some choices i flatly dislike (taking siuan’s scenes and giving them to other characters, and actually everything that happened with siuan last episode “she would not fucking-”) others choices that genuinely bored me. i should be 👁️👁️😍😍 at my screen all the time as a book fan but the warder storyline… the stuff with moiraine’s family. i was like… cool when is it egwene & elayne & nynaeve and (gay brain) lanfear time again. and to be clear i like moiraine so so much, i like lan so so much, and i was so looking forward to their little divorce but stuck in our get-along t-shirt arc this season. but i was at times just feeling too ‘???’ why is any of this happening right now to be engaged with things.

and then also just aware of them not?? really getting my blorbos at times?? like lan not even going “you’re accusing fucking ME, al’lan mandragoran lord of the seven towers true blade of malkier, of being a darkfriend?? 🤨 be so fr right now.”

i wanted so badly to have the best time with this show and i was benefit of the doubt again and again but they’re losing my trust. (lost it, with making siuan do THAT for whump) i walked away from last episode feeling physically ill for the wrong reasons, and i get not everyone feels this way but i’m… a bit numb about tonight. emotionally detached. i wish i didn’t feel so bad (obviously) but!! anyway the books are still a lot of fun to read and i’m hoping they at least give egwene what she’s earned this season (a hug, and also murder)

[redvsblue-confessions]

okay alright i know this is about to be controversial but god i really do hate tuckington

if this is a ship anyone likes i’m gonan advise you don’t read this bc it just won’t be enjoyable for you, but id like to get it off my chest

for me, tucker and washington are two characters who are just generally quite bland, and i feel like their only merit comes from the fact that they’re the cool/badass/hot ones. tucker’s arc is literally him just going from an insufferable misogynist to,, less of an insufferable misogynist. he stops being unwilling to take action about everything he does and turns into someone who like, does the bare minimum ig? literally the only reason he stepped up on chorus is because a. it directly started affecting him when half the team was captured by the feds, and b. cunningham and rogers were killed and it was solely his fault. he would not have grown if this hadn’t happened (@/chorusan has a really good post abt this). then there’s the whole character assassination from like season 15 onwards that i know isn’t tucker’s fault(?) and is just the writers being useless at consistency but it still really annoyed me, all that grating selfishness and self righteousness (especially aimed at grif) was just,, eugh. characters with faults are good, but they need to be written better than this.

wash, oh wash. you’re literally just There. he is such a boring character, the only interesting thing that happens to him is epsilon exploding in his mind but that wasn’t an action orchestrated by wash, it was another, far more interesting character doing something To him & then the season 15 plot where he got shot but that was completely disregarded in zero (again, this isn’t exactly a fault with the character but with the writers but i’m still mentioning it bc i feel like wash going through the recovery process and adjusting to life with cerebral hypoxia could’ve made his character at least fractionally interesting but we didn’t get it). aside from that ig he has a little bit of dimension with him going from goofy in the freelancer saga to serious later on but i find that seriousness just boring yk? he doesn’t have any faults, he’s the handsome, smart, capable fighter and that’s literally it. the counsellor mentions he’s supposed to have anger issues but they’ve literally never surfaced so idk what all that’s about. his whole villain arc in season 6 was completely out of the blue imo, he was literally just evil for the sake of being evil and then it was never mentioned again outside of bits abt him killing donut. aside from him being like ‘waa i’m a prisoner and nobody likes me anymore’ there was literally no reason for him to be so awful & yet?? he’s encountered the rnbs before, he knows how stupid they are and knows that they probably would’ve just helped him if he used his big boy words and actually asked them for it. he’s this tragic sadboy for the sole reason that the writers wanted someone to fill that role without putting any merit into it

with that absolute destruction of their characters aside, i’ll get onto the bit that i really hate (bc as shocking as it may sound after reading that, i don’t Hate hate tucker and washington. i don’t particularly like them, and i wouldn’t go out of my way to read a fic about them or whatever and when i make content they’re usually tacked on the end*) i just don’t like the tuckington ship because for me, it’s the standard straight girl yaoi ship. these characters have like zero depth together aside from maybe having an ounce of enemies to lovers but tucker isn’t the sort of person to really reciprocate the whole enemy thing, he forgives wash after sidewinder in like a grand total of four seconds, second only to caboose, and wash falls flat as a villain anyway like i mentioned before. the fact that they’re both depicted in canon as the generic hot skinny anime boys with the most delicate eurocentric features isn’t helping their case either, if it isn’t borderline fetishisation it’s just boring and unoriginal. it’s a ship for the sake of being able to ship two men together, sure they have like a few select moments in canon where they connect or whatever (and i Am willing to acknowledge that i don’t have much ground to stand on here when it comes to shipping characters that don’t interact much) but the amount of traction it gained as a result of those few scenes (in comparison to something like grimmons which is so insanely intrenched into like every season of the show) is insane and wouldn’t have resulted in such a popular ship if the characters weren’t, at risk of repeating myself, generic hot boys who are good at everything

alright. that’s all. just my take as a wlw who isn’t completely swayed by the fact that tucker and wash are apparently the sexiest characters in the show or somethjng

*i do have to admit there have been Some outliers in which i have cast a shred of interest in wash’s general direction but that’s usually only when i can throw an interesting character into the mix with him, ie sarge, donut or doc

.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

FHE JUSTIN BIEBER GIF CRYINNGGGGGG LAMAOAOAOAOAO im assuming its the sae oaeu cooking rn

LMAOSOA YOUR POST trust I take all of your ramblings as rewards your brain is fr so big all of these fire ideas >>>>> ok but the pokemon au is so good…extraordinary….exquisite….remarkable (if you’ve watched as much pokemon as i have you’ll probably get this but if not just take it at face value) the Barou sibling angst is actually my fav

LMAOO YOUR MOM AND HER BROTHER THATS SO ACCURATE

ISAGIS HAIR I feel bad for his hair and his hair alone they always weirdly slick it back or comb it up and he looks like a middle aged man

IM CRYING “I cry but because I have to deal with his shit” LMFAOOO yuki fr tweaking atp or repeatedly saying his mantra in his head trying to keep his sanity like “god never gives us more than we can handle god never gives up more than we can handle god never-“

LMAAOA NO IT MAKES SENSE my brain just grouped up the letters that way that I had to double take ok so we’ve had kaneshiro possesses Mira moment and we get canon characterization of kiyora it’s time to freaky Friday reverse you should take over kaneshiro and write bllk i fr wish Karasu actually scored more literally my exact thoughts like “ARE YOU A STRIKER???” Channeling my inner ego…..but agreed glad he still at least has SOME presence and is consistently shown active in game

Bro kurona was so random…like with epinagi and s2 you can see them sneakily trying to add him in the bg cameoing to make him feel relevant but he fr was dropped out of nowhere like wdym the one who ranked fourth in second selection who we’ve never even seen a glimpse of and didn’t do anything in u20 is suddenly good friends with Isagi and others and gets field time HUH his first appearance is quite literally in BM when he’s holding the iPad showing Isagi Kunigami new stats (yk it’s bad when I rmr this info off the top of my head) something about the wording “using religion and blindness” has me laughing so hard LMAOOOO it’s giving that one meme “I’ve got the power of god and anime on my side” except it’s god and optic neuropathy UAHSHSHA ok but on a serious note that fr would go so hard like let’s expand on his character please….id honestly love to see more of him as he was shown in the LN because nel yuki is SO diff than what he actually seems to be based off the LN but anyways…

Kunigami being the main rival makes sm sense tbh when I first read I thought he WAS going to be the main rival but no it’s Kaiser ig….wait the morally greyness of wildcard being discussed would fr be so interesting…..guys….also ness is one of my least fav characters tbh so slander him all you want LMAOO gotta agree w some dudebros he’s fr a Kaiser glazer you’re fr cooking though….we gotta get you in touch with kaneshiro asap

LMAO REAL I also (clearly) enjoy bllk quite a bit but yes many things to be improved…sometimes I think to myself if only I was an Isagi Rin or Kaiser stan I’d be having the time of my life but alas we cannot be MEDIOCRE

Wait the terminally ill route fits his character fr….where he’d be unwilling to tell his family about it because he wants to strive to be the best despite it and won’t settle for a comfy life…I can also see him getting murdered though LOL either way I’m sure it’ll be good (even though he’s dying oops)

Yeah I lowk forgot people who have such audacity exist the Tullia hate kinda insane and just generally when people comment “he’s mine [chafacter] better get away from my man” ICK imagine in the tags you just put every reader pairing possible as a jic disclaimer like “reader and Tullia talk to men so beware!”

I always found the rival characters so funny like why are you jumping me when I’m trying to get to the next city no I don’t wanna battle you rn LMAOO it’s funny in how like every version you end up teaming up and double battling the villain team somehow but the way they come and go was always so funny to me

When you first said may I thought you meant May from pokemon but now I realize…anyways love Tullia sooo glad to have her alive!!

LMAOOOO Lowk I had a subconscious thought like galvanthla interesting choice (i personally collected joltiks bc they looked cute LMFAO) Isagi the most basic of basics so an all basic team is perfect for him LOL I mean hey you gotta have an op basic pokemon somewhere right I already consider infernape relatively more niche amongst most popular pokemon too LOL

Otoya using his pokemon as chick magnets is so real LMAOO I wanna analyze the breloom yuki vibe like why does it work so well

Nagi fr got the short end of the stick omg LMAOO ofc it had to be a fire type too for once thank you reo for spoiling him HSHSH

SHSHSBD THATS TOO CUTE I bet chigiri would take sm time grooming and caring for his rapidash too (in line with what we talked about for his hair and skin LOL) sometimes I forget you make money from battling LMAOOO like yeah I just beat your pokemon up now hand me my check

REAL BUT LMAOOO the light blue team never fails for him honestly when in doubt just match the hair color I can definitely see him genuinely having an aurorus and ice types though maybe he’s like (I like them calm and cold unlike my parents) hiori running a fossil pokemon conservation wait id never thought of that that’s also so real….atp this should just be an expanded universe that exists time to world build (on that note imagine Aryu grooms and styles pokemon for coordinators and especially furfrou, I forgot exact which gen you were into pkmn until oops I’ll elaborate if you didn’t get to kalos/xyz)

LMAOOOOO i was already linking up aiku and Brock the moment you brought him in lowk that interaction set up you have is so pkmn verse coded its great

I SECOND THAT if no other inspo comes out lowk pokemon au….guys…..also Noel noa being the actual champion while reos dad just holds the title is actually such an interesting dynamic and would work so well

SHSHS sounds like you’ve got it all down still praying for your safety though all those experiences in one lifetime is crazy

HAHAHA I LOVE THE CHATTER reading the convo responses brings me just as much joy as reading ur actual fics im always down for yap sessions

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO that’s just me irl tbh like i hope that’s what you picture when you think of me 🤩 surprisingly it wasn’t in reference to the oaeu!! someone had just posted that they wished there were more otoya fics because they’ve read all of them already and i was like “just working…working hard to please you” because i am an occasional otoya writer for sure

OMG MR REMARKABLE (i forget if he had an actual name KFNSJSN my brother and i always just called him mr remarkable he’s like that elderly man who has a tv show or smth right??) and HAHA tyyyy 🥹

maybe they do it like that to distinguish him from rin or smth?? idk but it’s specifically only isagi who gets the horrendous hairdos they don’t give ANYONE else that treatment 😭 i fr feel bad for the guy even though idgaf abt him…

bllk karasu’s like “can we switch places” because a universe where otoya’s not as much of a dumbass AND he has the chance to rizz up reader is the universe for him (he def is so pressed that hollyhock karasu never made any moves LMAOOO “wdym you lost her to OTOYA” and hollyhock karasu is like “i never wanted her in the first place 🤔” so bllk karasu is like “WHAT”)

HAHAHA possessed by kaneshiro fr i felt his energy flowing through me in that moment 😭 someone needs to get me on the phone with him like idk much about soccer BUT i can definitely cook in terms of characters and plot!!

I REMEMBER WHEN KURONA FIRST SHOWED UP I HAD TO REREAD THE CHAPTER BECAUSE I THOUGHT I JUST MISSED HIS INTRODUCTION 😭 agreed there’s such a discrepancy between ln/third selection/u20 yukimiya and nel yukimiya!! especially with that rlly cool panel of him in the u20 game where they’re like “his style of soccer is street soccer 😰⁉️” and he looks gorgeous af i was looking forward to more elaboration on that!! like really showing how he plays differently compared to the other players (maybe giving him some special weapon because of that kinda like metavision) it also could’ve been a really cool point of connection between him and kaiser given that both of them kind of learned how to play soccer in unconventional ways…but alas…here we are

NO BECAUSE KUNIGAMI VS ISAGI RIVALRY COULD’VE BEEN SO GOOD it would’ve built up the hype for kuni sm more and him feel much more relevant imo!! honestly along with wanting to know what wc is all about i’ve always wanted to know noel noa’s reaction to it…like his biggest rival from the past has destroyed this child’s body and life and future in order to make a copy of him THAT’S LEGIT INSANE??? kaneshiro could’ve given us such a scrumptious kuni and noa dynamic and then he just didn’t 😭

honestly i think one of the main problems w bllk is that kaneshiro is spreading the cast too thin and making people care about too many characters but it’s impossible to effectively manage such a huge cast given the premise of the story and still have emotional impact when stuff happens to them and that also means that characters aside from the protagonist aren’t given a ton of fleshing out (this is relatively common in shounen sadly…jjk had a similar issue but almost to the next level) where by focusing on lesser characters and just giving them insane depth the story would’ve felt much stronger ☝🏻 like realistically there’s 0 reason for kurona to exist in nel when reo (as per our earlier convos) or yukimiya could’ve easily taken that role and had their characters developed much more!! kiyora could also have been replaced with yukimiya (as much as i love him) and tbh?? get sendou out of ubers and focus more on aryu (how’d he go from number 2 in scoring goals to a defensive player?? flesh him out more instead of sendou literally nobody cares abt him…hot take but only memorable u20 players were aiku sae and shidou the rest did not need to be there), get rid of tokimitsu entirely (show how his nervous personality doesn’t jive with egoism) and give zantetsu + karasu more opportunities to shine in pxg (honestly if they wanted to keep the cutthroat feel of second selection then get rid of nanase too and show how kindness doesn’t cut it in bllk where you need to be insane; that way the cast is still large but these characters aren’t fighting for a main spot they’re more naruhaya-esque) 😰 and another hot take but they should’ve saved all of the other ng11s besides sae until the world cup arc (so no kaiser and lorenzo in nel) to really build the hype and stakes of the wc because rn it’s like…ok the bllkers have already managed to beat lorenzo and the whole kaisagi rivalry is going on so the ng11s don’t feel as threatening?? whereas they could’ve been a really cool obstacle in the wc and would’ve provided a baddie of the week feel and higher stakes without it being boring or random since they’ve been so foreshadowed already with sae

i agree i rlly like the terminally ill aspect it also explains why his pokémon are willing to go along with his possessed body (they’re not able to accept that he’s gone) as well as why isagi knows so much without him being a villain…it’s also just sad to think about like he didn’t want his family to worry about him but he wanted to accomplish his goals so he just pushed forward until he literally couldn’t anymore 😭 also now i’m realizing lowkey kunigami would fit better in barou’s role (given the whole canonical wildcard thing being similar to the possession) however idc because i like barou more

yeahhh unfortunately fandom people can be a little weird to say the least and especially now that i have a decent amt of followers i know there are going to be interesting individuals in my comments so it’s not even worth it to not tag…okay but hear me out i wasn’t even thinking about this when i assigned teams (nagi got his team based on cuddly fluffy vibes and barou got his team as all dark types because of his “villain king��� thing and reader was forced to have one of the same pokémon as him for the sibling theme…of barou’s team i liked houndoom the most so that’s what reader got) BUT the parallels between nagi’s starter being arcanine and reader’s being houndoom kinda go crazy?? like they both have huge fiery dogs but as per the pokédex arcanine symbolizes loyalty justice protection etc and houndoom is like death hell horror and whatnot 😭 however as we know nagi’s aura is death and reader’s character’s main theme is love (for barou, for her pokémon, etc) so narratively nagi x reader would be so good…especially if they’re each other’s “rivals” but they’re not really rivals and half of the time are helping each other out…there’s a vision here and it’s cooking imo 🤩 ALSO i’m thinking…hear me out…karasu reminds reader of barou so he becomes like her surrogate older brother while they’re searching for barou and reader is the annoying little sibling karasu never had which makes him respect yayoi more and teaches him responsibility and maturity which in turn makes yayoi finally respect him too 🤔

honestly galvantula is such a random pokémon but realistically in terms of type matchups it’s absolutely CARRYING reader against barou’s team considering dark is weak to bug 😭 honestly it’s such a cool little pokémon i think it’s so fun for her to have it on her team!! and the gyarados plot line is going to be so entertaining (basically she gets scammed into trading a freshly caught pokémon for a magikarp and shenanigans ensue) that i think the basicness is excusable

otoya constantly getting girls via his fairy type pokémon vs reader and tullia being like “ladies STAY AWAY” who wins 😭⁉️ and agreed breloom + yuki goes so hard…tbh i rlly like steelix and yuki too it works surprisingly well

no literally justice for nagi 😭 the way the government did NOT gaf abt him is crazy like they could’ve at least given him a water type (although tbf he’s meant to show how the pokémon training system takes advantage of people so it makes sense) honestly though i love his character in this au he goes through sm development and his slowburn w the reader will be legendary fr

YOU KNOWWWW chigiri’s rapidash is SPARKLING he def takes such meticulous care of all of his pokémon (same w reo) whereas nagi’s just like eh as long as they’re healthy 😄 KFNJSSB so like manshine trio will be chilling and in their downtime reo will be brushing his cinccino and chigiri will be polishing his rapidash’s hooves meanwhile nagi’s arcanine is rolling in a pile of mud somewhere having the time of its life

hiori and ice types just go so well together (even though he only has one on his team I think 😭) and agreed i can see him retiring from battling after his arc w reader and co and following his actual passion of helping endangered pokémon instead of listening to his parents (maybe karasu inspires him because he also stood up to his family [yayoi] and that gives hiori the courage to do the same)

gen six is where i left off!! i played gen seven (namely moon and a bit of ultra moon) but i didn’t like them that much so as far as i and this au are concerned the pokémon verse ended with xy/oras 🤩 omg wait aryu as a pokémon groomer slays…maybe he’s the one yuki takes his pokémon to before contests?? and perhaps the itoshi bros are mentioned in passing as gym leaders in another region…kaiser as noel noa’s apprentice who’s going to be a new e4 member like isagi (but a bitchier one who never knew barou and never directly interacts with reader) and same with bachira + kunigami (kaiser to replace noel noa, bachira to replace lavinho, kunigami to replace chris prince, and isagi to replace snuffy) there’s just so many different roles that characters can play!! the world building would be so fun

LMAOO honestly aiku trying to be the rizzler but getting cock blocked by big bros otoya and karasu is so funny to me 😭 also speaking of brock link ups since we know karasu and reader are like a sibling duo i’m imagining otoya and tullia to have that brock and croagunk dynamic where she just punches him whenever he flirts with girls because he’s so cringe it’s embarrassing 😰 speaking of tullia atm i’m think she’ll likely end up with either chigiri (since he’ll probably pull up quite frequently as a nagi companion so there’s ample time for development), isagi (since he’s a classic tullia pairing and all), or maybe even hiori?? like her and hiori really hit it off and after the main story is over instead of becoming a show/competition breeder like she planned she decides to go back to his nature preserve and help in breeding for species conservation or something 🤔 many many options fr

NO BECAUSE LISTEN THE TIK TOK AUDIOS ARE BURSTING WITH POTENTIAL FOR THE POKÉMON AU i’m getting soooo many ideas for the story now!! like the entire gyarados arc, the aegislash arc (this one goes crazy because it’s basically “reader and nagi somehow end up in a period drama for an entire arc” yet it makes perfect sense given the pokémon verse and the backstory), EVERYTHING with barou especially the final fight between the cousins (i’ve decided they’ll be cousins but as close as siblings!! so y/n’s mother is barou’s father’s sister and her houndoom is barou’s houndoom’s sister so it’s like three generations of brother/sister-esque bonds making up the story), the random evil team encounters…i’m sure you saw but i put requests on hold for a few reasons: so i can finish the ones i have, work on the oaeu, AND also start this story hopefully!! also i want to deny people from requesting for a bit so the hype is built for my 1k event whenever we reach that milestone FJDJSJSJ

LMAOOO the craziest thing is that’s not even scratching the surface unfortunately i have had many insane experiences with men i’m sure you’ll hear about more whenever they’re relevant to the convo 😭 and YESSS i love chatting w you hehe always a little rush of dopamine when i see the little “anonymous asked you a question” notification on my phone (when tumblr isn’t an OPP and actually gives the me the notifs) 🥹

[bloatedandalone04]

They Don’t Know About Us

➪the one where you and leon can’t stand each other in front of your friends, but it’s secretly all an act.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, fake arguments, kissing, forbidden relationship ig

Word Count: 2.2k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

“God, you’re arrogant,” you mutter as you flip through the files for the new case you were assigned to with Leon. 

The blond agent smirked over at you as he grabbed the files from your hands. “Tell someone who cares,” came his reply and you glared at him as he stood to his full height. 

“I just did,” you say and reach for the files, but he lifted his arm and held them way above his head. Leon was fucking tall, and you were average height, so you had no chance on getting that folder from him, even if you jumped. You weren’t going to embarrass yourself by trying. “Give them back.”

He shook his head. “No,”

Chris and Jill exchanged a wary look as they stayed still, both unwilling to make any sudden move that would tip either of you off. 

You glared at Leon as you reached for the files again, but he just held them even higher. “Leon, give them back,” you say in a deadly calm voice that should’ve had him complying, but he just laughed.

“Make me,” 

Jill blew out a breath as she looked over at Chris, “Seriously, who the hell put these two together for another mission?” She asked, and the oldest Redfield shrugged. “They clearly can’t stand each other. It’s almost dangerous at this point.”

“I know, I-” but Chris couldn’t finish what he was saying as you let out a loud noise of frustration. 

“Give them, Leon,” you try again but he just looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “You’re so annoying, for fucks sake.” 

Leon laughed and leaned against the side of the desk once you had given up on trying to get the folder back. “You know, it’s really not nice to talk about yourself like that,” he said and Chris furrowed his brow as he knew that would definitely set you off. 

“Are you serious?” Yeah, that one really didn’t help the blond’s case. “Are you actually serious? You’re so fucking immature, Leon, I can’t believe you still have a job with the way you act.”

“Cry me a river, Y/n,” he said back and you huffed before quickly reaching for the files, but Leon must’ve known you were going to do that as he instantly stood up and held them above his head again. 

“God, you’re insufferable!” You yell and push on his chest, but he was built like a fucking brick wall and didn’t move an inch. 

“Keep telling yourself that,” he muttered back as he threw the folder onto the desk loudly. “I’m still gonna be the one saving your sorry ass on this mission, just like how I did on the last one.”

You give him a death glare. “I can take care of myself just fine,” 

“Yeah?” He laughed, though it sounded humorless, and he reached over and grabbed your hand. He lifted your arm and pointed to the scar that started on your wrist and ended at your elbow, and his gaze hardened. “From the looks of it, that’s nowhere near being true.”

You rip your arm out of his grasp and grab the files in both hands. “Fuck off, Kennedy,” you mutter and leave the room.

Chris and Jill stand in silence as they try to process the heated argument they just witnessed, and they debate on what they could say to break the ice. “Leon,” Chris started, but Leon just shook his head and pushed through the doors as well, using enough force for it to slam against the wall beside it as he left. 

Leon stormed down the hallway, his gaze cold as he avoided looking at the various cameras that lined the walls. As he turned the corner and neared the stairwell, his pace slowed and the angry expression he wore faded just a bit as he pulled open the door. 

He met your eye for a split second, then you were throwing yourself into his arms as soon as the door closed behind him. The files fell from your grasp as you bunched the fabric of his shirt in your hands, your head coming to rest in the crook of his neck as you let out a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry,” you whisper as he wraps his arms around your middle. “I hated that.”

“I know,” he said back and kissed the top of your head. “I did, too.”

You’ve kept your relationship with Leon a secret for eight months now, since the two of you weren’t allowed to engage in anything with each other because of your job. It was deemed too risky, so none of the agents ever got involved with one another, and that was why you and him had been sneaking around. 

At first, Leon was all for the rule of not dating his co-workers, then he met you and promptly changed his perspective. You were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, and you were so sweet despite your sometimes hard and cold exterior. 

Other agents became suspicious of the two of you at the beginning, so you and Leon came up with the idea of pretending to hate each other at work. Instead of risking being fired or transferred, you played up an act that everyone seemed to believe. This way allowed you to still work together, and be paired on missions together where you could look out for one another. That was the only way you wanted to do it, and it was working so far. 

Everyone truly believed you couldn’t stand each other, when it was the exact opposite behind closed doors. 

“I’m sorry,” you say again and pull away to be able to look up at his blue eyes. “I love you.”

Leon leaned in and kissed you, a sweet and innocent peck that still left you a bit light headed when he pulled away. “I love you,” he said back and you rested your head on his chest again. “I hate fighting with you, even if it’s just for show. I didn’t mean any of what I said.”

He took your hand in his and lifted your arm like he did in front of Chris and Jill, but this time he pressed soft kisses to your scar. “I didn’t mean it, either,” you say and smile as he presses a final kiss to your elbow before you wrap your arms around his neck. “At least we made it believable. I refuse to be separated from you if someone were to catch onto us.”

“They won’t,” he promised, nudging your nose with his afterwards. “They’re not gonna take you away from me. We just have to keep up the act and everything will be fine.”

You nod and run your hands through his hair as a smirk forms on your lips. “You were pretty hot in there, you know,” 

Leon’s mouth quirked as he slid his hands down to grip your waist. “Yeah?”

You nod and brush your lips against his. “I love when you get all sarcastic and cocky,” you confess. “It’s sexy. Makes up for the mean words.”

He laughed and kissed you properly. “I hate being mean to you,” 

“It kinda turns me on,” you teased then traced your fingers along his jaw. “Really, I hate having to hide us. I’d give anything to be able to hold your hand in public.”

“I’d give anything to show you off,” he said back and you grinned at him.

“Wishful thinking,” you state and he nods before pulling away from you and picking up the files. Unlike how he held them above you in front of the others, this time he handed them to you. “Call me later?” You quietly requested and he nodded, giving you one final kiss before you went your separate ways. 

-

“You two fight like an old married couple, and not in a fun way,” Chris said as he leaned back on the decently sized couch in Leon’s apartment. He nursed a beer in one hand, his other flipping through the files he received for his own upcoming mission. 

 Leon had just finished going over the updated folder that had all the necessary information for the mission he’s doing with you when he looked up at his friend. “There’s a fun way?” He joked, but Chris just gave him a cautious look. 

“I’m serious, Leon,” he murmured. “If you want to switch with me, you can go solo and I��ll go with Y/n.”

That had the smile fading from Leon’s face. “No,” he said, almost too sternly and too quickly. He shook his head and cleared his throat before continuing. “That isn’t necessary at all, Chris.”

The brunet rubbed his forehead and set his drink down after finishing it. “You’ll get each other killed with the way you go back and forth with one another. I’m afraid one of you won’t make it back if you go together,”

“She’ll make it back,” Leon stated before quickly adding, “We both will. We’re good at what we do.”

“You’re also good at being at each other’s throats,” Chris pointed out. “It’s dangerous.”

“Every mission is dangerous,” 

“You know what I mean,”

And Leon did. While he could somewhat appreciate Chris’ concern for both him and you, Leon knew there wasn’t a safer place for you than by his side. Leon will and has risked his life for you in the past, and he was more than prepared to do it again. “Thanks, Chris,” he muttered and gathered up the papers he scattered on the coffee table. “But Y/n and I will be just fine. We can get along for a few days if it means successfully completing a mission. We’ve done it before, we can do it again.”

Chris looked a bit hesitant as he sighed and nodded. “Alright, well, let me know if you change your mind. I’d like to see you both in one piece once it’s over,” 

“We’ll be fine,” Leon said again and grabbed Chris’ empty glass, planning to refill it and get the man tipsy enough to drop the conversation, because there was no way in hell Leon was letting you go on the mission with Chris instead of himself. 

-

“Let me go with Leon,” Jill begged as you flipped through the channels on your TV. When you just glanced at her, she huffed and threw more popcorn into her mouth. “He’ll end up killing you, Y/n. Like, seriously, I don’t think it would be intentional at all, but it’ll happen. You two will get into another petty argument and the next thing you know, you’re dead.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed and settled on a trashy reality TV show that you had been loosely following for a few weeks now. “Leon and I work fine together.”

“But you hate each other,” she pointed out as she looked at the screen. “That could very well end with your deaths.”

You roll your eyes. “Jesus, Jill, we’re not gonna get each other killed,”

She held her hands up in defense. “I’m just saying, if you want me to take the mission with Leon-”

“I don’t want that,” you cut her off and quickly soften your glare. “Thanks, but we’ll be able to get along for a few days, or however long it’ll take.”

“If you say so,” she mumbled and sipped on her wine glass. 

One of the things Leon loved about you was your stubbornness, and your inability to let things go. You were about to give your friend a snarky remark, but your phone going off interrupted you before you could even start, and when you saw the caller ID, your annoyance turned into longing.

“Hi,” you answer in a tone that barely concealed your excitement. 

“Hi, babe,” Leon said back and you tried to hide your smile from Jill by turning your head. “Bad time?”

“No,” you reply quickly, burying yourself further under the massive blanket Leon bought you not too long ago. It was probably your favorite thing you owned, not only because it was from him, but because it reminded you of him during those nights he couldn’t stay over and wrap himself around you. “I’m just watching a show with Jill.”

She glanced over at you when you said her name, but she didn’t seem to think much of her mention, thankfully. “Never thought I’d feel jealous of Jill,” he laughed and the sound made you smile. “She gets to spend more time with you than I do.”

You drop your voice to a faint whisper and cover your mouth a bit so Jill didn’t hear you. “You see me all the time at work,”

“Yeah, but I have to act like a dick to you at work,” he muttered and you laughed quietly. 

“Maybe you can come over after work tomorrow? I know it’s cutting it close to the mission date, but-”

“I can definitely come over,” he cut you off and you blushed deeply, sparing a glance at your oblivious friend to make sure she wasn’t catching onto your call with your boyfriend. 

“It’s settled then,” you whisper and want nothing more than to be with him right now. You loved Jill and she was one of the few people you trusted with your life, but she only filled a small part of your heart. Leon filled a much bigger portion. “I miss you.”

Leon hummed and you closed your eyes as if to savor the sound. “I miss you, babe,” he said back. “I’ll let you get back to Valentine. Have a good night, I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.”

You grin and lower your voice even more. “I love you, too,”

[yuuyuu2]

LJN FIC RECS

main acc: @yunojeyes

Masterlist for fic recs: here

- Can I Love You Again? @jaevelina

| genre: smut, fluff, college!AU, hockey!AU, hockey player!Jeno, ex-friends to lovers |

You’re happy to leave your college dorm to go home for the holidays and see your family, but you’re not expecting the extra seat at the dinner table when it comes in the form of the boy you crushed on all those years ago... your brother’s best friend, to be specific. To make matters worse, you shoved those feelings away and left them in the past, but will anything resurface the more time you spend with him?

- Lovers Of The Moon @fullsunalicia

| genre: fluff, supernatural au | Every wolf is destined to find a mate someday. when jeno meets you, he feels like the luckiest man alive, but little does he know that he‘s going to lose his mind over protecting you - after all, you are the definition of the word „trouble“..

- Reconcile @ukiyoexo

| genre: fluff, angst, smut, exes to lovers|

When your best friend invites your ex to the birthday party you never even wanted, you’re forced to face the feelings you had been trying so hard to bury deep.

- Lovestruck!Jeno @warmau

| genre: fluff |

Jeno in love

-; Bad boy!au [l.j.] @solarhyucks

| genre: fluff, slight nsfw |

Jeno saves you from some dude on your first day of school, and so on.

- Trust Me @wykynct

| genre: fluff, idol!au |

Jeno as your secret idol boyfriend whilst you're his abusive choreographer's assistant.

- High Hopes @shamrocklore

| genre: fluff |

Jeno has been noticed by everyone except the one he wants to be noticed by: you

- The Element of Substance @choerrypuffs

| genre: fluff, angst |

Jeno is an Earth bender and you're the avatar who needs to master all elements. You choose him as your teacher but..

- Lipstick Smears @kopikokun

| genre: fluff |

Jeno never thought trying to get his makeup artist’s attention would be this hard.

- Love Through Jaemin's Cracked Screen @bxtchjane

| genre: fluff |

Jeno falls for Jaemin's best friend through IG Live

- I Suddenly Realize My Archnemesis is hot (during a battle to the death) @choerrypuffs

| genre: fluff, slight angst |

son of ares!jeno x daughter of nike!reader

- To Build A Home @nctream

| genre: romance, photographer! au, tooth-rotting fluff, established relantionship! au, domestic! au |

He was exactly what you longed for: the safety of a pair of arms around you, the scent of freshly baked bread, a feather-like kiss on your forehead, the one breath of devotion in your lungs as his tongue found yours, that same breath that made God himself turn and toss in his bed as you had stolen from him, his most beloved angel.

- Picture Perfect Image @hachanbaecon

| genre: bad first impressions, forced proximity, fluff, strangers/coworkers to lovers, light angst, american football au |

When star professional football player, Jeno Lee, “tackles” an unsuspecting photographer on the sideline of a nationally broadcast football game his reputation is put on the line. His publicist makes him cart a -mostly unwilling- photographer around to make sure he is now on a journey to win back his picture perfect image. The safety has to deal with the media and growing feeling for his grumpy social media manager as the team works towards winning their first Ace Bowl.

- ITWD @dojun00

| genre: fluff, angst kind of, abo, series |

TWO BOYS. TWO UNIVERSITIES. TWO RIVALING TEAMS. And then there’s you, stuck weightlessly in the middle of it.

The time left on the clock is running out— and soon, you’re going to have to pick a side.

Choose your own ending.

- When We Meet Again @blossom-rea

| genre: angst, fluff, past life lovers to strangers to friends to lovers, college au, reincarnation au, fantasy, memory loss |

Jeno hates the feeling of emptiness he's been having for almost 3000 years, being immortal was supposed to be funny but he can't remember anything from his past and how long will it take for his curse to end, what he knows is that Jamin has been keeping secrets from him, and that every time he sees you he keeps dreaming about a life that has long been forgotten.

- Hey Idiot, Wanna Make Out? @lebrookestore

| genre: high school au, idiots to lovers, best friends to lovers, fluff, comedy, a plethora of dirty jokes, mutual pining, very slight angst |

Jeno is all leather jackets and band tee’s of artists he hasn’t even listened to in the first place. To put it plainly, he’s a fake, but he’s your best friend, so you put up with his idiocy (and it’s not because you like him or anything, pfft, how crazy would that be?)

[bijvoorbeeldja]

Instagram-Famous!Sander AU, Chapter 1

More fic prompts??! I’m on it!! I’ve been reading a lot of celebrity!Sander aus recently so how about an instagram famous!Sander that comes across Robbe’s account and becomes instantly infatuated, which leads to him sliding in to his DMs and posting art for Robbe on his page! And this causes problems for Robbe because as someone that doesn’t like attention he somehow becomes Instagram famous over night! 

-- @that-one-meh

...........

Chapter 1: Sander

Sander was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was late in the morning, and he’d massively overslept, but still, he felt unwilling to move. His phone was next to him on the nightside and was vibrating nearly nonstop, trying to notify itself into a coma. He knew he needed to check it. But right now, he just couldn’t. He was so tired, so burnt out. If he had to take another half-naked selfie, or do some unboxing video of products random companies had sent him that he’d never use, he was going to lose it. 

He didn’t really understand how his social media presence had grown so spectacularly over the last few months. He’d posted a few of the candid photos his girlfriend Britt had taken of him, and some of his random drawings, and for some reason, people had started following him — in droves. He got hundreds of DMs a day and some new product or another was always turning up at his door. 

It was exciting at first, feeling interesting and admired, but the longer it went on, the more he resented the attention. He and Britt had broken up months ago, so he had to pose stupidly and post his own photos, and art was becoming something he had to do for engagement, not for his own enjoyment. He’d even felt that his following dictated his looks and behavior, forcing him to adopt some on-screen persona that didn’t feel like him. He felt vapid and hollow most of the time now. But the social media collaborations were paying for his rent and tuition way better than his local barista job ever had. So he kept posting.

Finally, he rolled over with a groan, grabbing his phone and bracing himself for the onslaught of messages, comments, and an oversaturated feed. Unlocking his phone, he took in a deep breath as he opened his Instagram app. And groaned. A cursory glance over the more than 500 DMs clued him into the reactions to his latest selfie. They were mostly heart eye and fire emojis, with some “OMG SO HOT” and other explicitly-messaged ones he had to ignore — for his sanity. Ugh. 

He left his inbox teeming with unread messages and returned to scroll absentmindedly through his feed. He only followed a handful of people — despite common belief, it wasn’t because he was trying to look cool and unattainable as an “influencer” (he hated that word); it was because there were really only a few people he actually cared about. A few art school friends, a few music accounts, and that was it. Besides doing his job as a randomly famous IG personality, he chose not to engage. Everything was so shallow and pointless. Lives curated to perfection on meaningless squares, the real life off the screen. But as he reached the end of any new updates, a photo caught his eye. 

One of his school friends had a habit of posting particularly artsy street graffiti he found around Antwerp, usually black and white photos of spray-painted words and stenciled graphics. But this one was different. First of all, it was in color. Bright, intense colors made the image pop. There was still street art, but it wasn’t the focus, taking second stage behind a figure in the foreground. The figure was a teenage boy, but small, soft somehow, even as his limbs sharply angled on the skateboard he rode. He was in the middle of a jump, his eyes focus and wavy brown hair airy around his face mid-movement. 

Sander sat up immediately, rubbing the leftover sleepiness from his eyes, and feeling suddenly warm and breathless. It wasn’t like he was into skateboarding or anything, he wasn’t particularly coordinated, but something about this photo was so captivating, he couldn’t stop staring at it, like the longer he did, some mystery would be reveal itself. The boy looked small, but strong; focused, but relaxed. He looked so...beautiful. 

Sander felt embarrassed even thinking it...I mean, he didn’t even know this boy, and hadn’t even ever been with a boy. But staring at him, he felt his stomach flutter slightly, and his heart quicken. The boy had these soft features, and wavy hair he knew was soft without even having to feel it. Which...obviously, he never would. But still. He just knew it. He sat there, the minutes — or was it hours? — passing by as he stared at the photo, absorbing every detail and shamelessly memorizing the stranger. 

Then, his heart rate picking even more, he acted without thinking. He hit the comment button on the photo, swallowing hard as his fingers hovered over the keys before typing. 

Hey man, cool pic. Who’s the kid? 

Did he sound nonchalant enough? He hoped his breathless eagerness wasn’t evident through the words. God, he was pathetic. But the more he stared the boy, the more desperate he was to know more. Anything more. 

He waited, refreshing his notification page, willing his friend to respond immediately. But no response came. So he held his phone to his chest, laying back down on his bed. It wasn’t until he was drifting off dozily with brown waves and soft smiles lingering at the edges of his subconscious that he remembered he still hadn’t posted for that day. His followers would be aching for new content. But with his last bit of mental energy, he pushed the thought away, letting the boy’s being envelop him in sleep. 

[2x4swrites]

this is a really self indulgent IT (1990)/Flatliners (1990) crossover au. take that how you want to ig

"Richie?"

"Richie!"

Bill is calmly trying to work the paddles, even though tears fog his glasses. Mike is steering everyone, shouting instructions as Beverly and Ben rush into action. There's no time to lose. Stan's hands shake, but he doesn't put the camera down. Richie had told him when they started never to stop recording, which was kind of like a dying wish then. It really could be now.

It's Eddie who steps back, and Bill glances up at him and nods, assuring him that it's okay. Seeing Richie there, cold and unmoving has shattered something, and when Ben says that it's too late- says aloud what Stan and Mike and Bill have all been thinking -it's too much. Whatever cracked breaks free, and he starts to cry, clutching the front of his sweater and staring up at the ceiling, as if there's a god. Richie had tried to cut his own throat with a kitchen knife, claiming it was Belch, and then he'd done this- gone under without them. Whatever god had allowed this to happen probably isn't good, but it's all Eddie can do.

He cries, and he begs. Begs for Richie back. It's not his time. Please. We need him- I need him. I love him. Please.

Please...

Ben does something stupid, then. He slams his fist down as hard as he can on Richie's chest, and suddenly their friend is jolting upright, sucking in a breath and shaking hard, and the heart monitor is going and it isn't stopping, and Richie isn't collapsing. He's alive. Richie Tozier is alive. Eddie and Bill move simultaneously, both wrapping Richie in their arms. Bill grips Eddie's forearm and Eddie smiles at him over Richie's head. Both of them are close to sobbing.

Mike pulls them both away so he can properly examine Richie- or, as properly as possible with their limited equipment. Stan has almost dropped the camera, but somehow he manages to step in front of Richie. Aims the camera with a steady hand and asks him how he feels. Richie manages a weak grin and flips off the camera.

"Screw death."

All of them laugh.

Bill takes Eddie and Richie both home, his apartment is closer and tidier than either of theirs and Eddie is unwilling to leave Richie's side. Not that Richie minds, he almost falls asleep on the drive with his head on Eddie's chest. They all make their way to bed once they're inside- coats are shed on the floor, extra blankets are gathered from the closet because Richie hasn't stopped shivering and Eddie and Bill are both scared. They fall silently onto Bill's mattress, collectively tugging blankets around them and falling asleep with their arms around each other, exhausted.

Ben and Beverly leave together, spending a sleepless night on Ben's couch, just talking. Ben knows what she'd had to face, knows she doesn't want to sleep- she makes a shaky joke about sleep being practice for death, and Ben gives a shaky laugh. Both of them are drained, but she listens to him tell her about how, when they were kids, he'd write poems for her. He'd only ever worked up the courage to give her the one, but he never stopped writing. Eventually, late into the night, they fall asleep there on the couch, Beverly held in Ben's arms. It's warm and safe and perfect, and neither of them want to let go in the morning.

Life seems to pause, for a while.  To give them all a chance to catch up with the rest of the world. School takes a back seat to Mike coming by to give Richie check ups. To Beverly leaving her boyfriend for someone better, who really loves her. To Stan, trying hard to edit the footage of their adventure into something presentable. It's no small task- there's a lot of swearing and yelling, and his hands were shaking half the time. Somehow, he manages.

It's easier and harder, after that. Richie knows he doesn't have to prove himself, not really. Bill and Eddie already think he's wonderful, already come home and wrap him in their arms and tell them they love him. That had been a big step for Eddie- admitting out loud that he loved them, but also admitting to himself. Confirming to himself that it was okay to love men. Bill had squeezed his hand and met his eyes, gave him a look promising it was okay, that Bill was proud of him. It feels good to say it, and if Richie's grin is anything to go by, it made Richie's day to hear it.

Life begins to move a week later, as they return to school or seek other paths. One step at a time, things begin to take on some semblance of normalcy. Nothing's the way it was before, but it feels better to them all. Ben is there for Beverly, whenever she needs him, just like she is for him. They make each other happier than they'd ever been before. Richie comes home each night to the two men who'd never judge him in the slightest, and Eddie gets to be with people who love him unconditionally- no guilting, no calling him bad or ungrateful for standing up for himself.

They've all found their homes. Friends and lovers who turn into husbands and wives, and even godparents after Beverly and Ben have their little girl. Stan will deny crying when he's handed their daughter and introduced as "Uncle Stan," but he cried. They all did, standing there and looking at that sweet, tiny baby who would no doubt grow up with the best parents she could ever wish for.

Their lives have changed because of one stupid idea, one arrogant action. What could've ended horribly threw them onto paths so different from where they started, but so much happier. Bill dedicates his first novel to Georgie. Richie starts out doing stand up in bars, and he may not make much money, but he earns a lot of laughs. Eddie still becomes a nurse, working in a pediatric hospital with Mike. He likes having the chance to help kids, and he feels better working closely with a friend.

They all find solace in each other. The world keeps turning, life goes on, and when death comes, they'll face it together. Just like when they were young.

[axidental-pol]

Don’t Save Me- Chapter 2

So.... hallos again~ I haven’t updated or done any writing so I’ve been very bad but here’s the posting of Chapter 2! ENJoy!

Your name: submit What is this? document.getElementById("submit").addEventListener('click', function(){ walk(document.body, /\by\/n\b|\(y\/n\)/ig, document.getElementById("inputTxt").value); }); function walk(node, v, p){ var child, next; switch (node.nodeType){ case 1: // Element case 9: // Document case 11: // Document fragment child = node.firstChild; while (child){ next = child.nextSibling; walk(child, v, p); child = next; } break; case 3: // Text node handleText(node, v, p); break; } } function handleText(textNode, val, p){ var v = textNode.nodeValue; v = v.replace(val, p); textNode.nodeValue = v; }

In the middle of the night, you started to feel warm…too warm in fact. You were starting to feel uncomfortable as the heat surrounding you felt suffocating. You shifted under the blanket as you tried to move away from the furnace you were trapped in when you hit something that felt like…arms? A grunt came from above you as you found yourself being gripped tighter towards…is this a wall or is this a chest?

Your eyes shot open and you found yourself trapped between someone’s grasp as deep, steady breaths tickled your ear. Tilting your head slightly, you see a familiar rugged face.

Oh my fuck…why is he?

You blushed as you suddenly remembered your hand clutching his arm because you didn’t want to be alone. The thought of Sam not leaving your side as you slept made your heart feel tight. You couldn’t help but stare at him fascinated. He had deep shadows under his eyes and faded lines marked his forehead, probably from thinking too hard or worrying too much. His straight nose had faint indents near the bridge and his lips were… Oh my gosh! Stop it, (Y/n) get a hold of yourself!

Taking a deep breath, you calmed your panic. Warily loosening his arm around your waist, you swung yourself out of the bed. You had to be careful that you wouldn’t move too fast. The room was dark and the moonlight reflecting the still form on the other bed indicated that Dean was fast asleep like Sam. Rubbing your fingers on your temples you began to think of your escape plan. Ok…I need a way to get to Uncle Lou and Jacob...

Glancing around you try to search for a weapon that you could use. You remembered seeing a duffel in the corner of the room. Now, where is it… A-ha! Sighting the bag, you inched closer and leaned down to zip it open. Slowly…slowly…no noise, ok…

Looking inside, you find an array of knives, guns, bullets, a bag of salt, and a flask amid disheveled pieces of clothing. You touched the handle of a gun and a sudden thought popped into your head, I can’t shoot for my life.

Shaking your head, you grabbed a dagger and the flask which you assumed was filled with holy water. You looked at the flannel shirt longingly. It’s cold outside…Fuck it, I’m already stealing their stuff…

Shuffling the shirt around yourself you stuffed the knife in the back of your pants. A quiet groan came from the bed and made you freeze in your place. Shit.

Turning your head around, you found them still asleep. Exhaling in relief, you snuck towards the door cautiously so that you wouldn’t disturb the salt lines they drew on the floor. You turned the lock. The soft click echoed through the room as you turned the knob, opening to the crisp chill of the early morning.

You hobbled as fast as you could, biting your lip to forget the pain coursing through your leg. Spotting an old truck near the end of the parking lot, you made your way over while sneaking glances behind you.

Fiddling with your ring you hit the latch making the tool spring out. Picking the lock was easy enough to do but the difficulty was figuring out how to hotwire the car. It wasn’t the first time you tried to start a car without the key but it had been a while since you had the need to do so.

Grunting as you got into the driver’s seat, you bent down and felt around for the screws on the panel underneath the wheel. You popped the cover open as you fiddled for the red wires. You hear the struggle of the car’s ignition.  “Come on, come on…start for me…” you mumbled to yourself and the car’s engine rolled to life.

“So far, so good,” you opened the front compartment, in hopes of finding a phone but unfortunately it was filled with junk. Slamming your hand on the steering wheel you let out a frustrated sigh, “Shit.” I should’ve stolen a phone.  Shaking your head, you drove down the highway for a while trying to figure out what to do.

The last time you heard from your uncle, they were in Sioux Falls with a friend. That was more than two weeks ago. It was the only clue you had to their location. Desperate times, desperate measures. Stopping to the side of the road you rummaged through the compartment trying to find a map.

“At least there’s something useful in there…” you determined your route as you stepped on the gas and speeded down the highway. You were going to find your family at all costs.

Back at the Motel Room

           Dean woke up in the middle of the night with an odd feeling of uneasiness. He sat up on his bed and ran his hand through his hair to wake himself up. He looked towards the other bed and found Sam sleeping peacefully. That should’ve been normal but what jolted Dean awake was that there was no one next to him. He stood up and scratched his head as he walked towards the bathroom door and knocked, “(Y/n)? You there?”

Sam drowsily sat up on the bed when he heard his brother. He looked at the man with concern. The girl sleeping next to him was gone and that was unusual. He never slept that peacefully at least not to the point where anyone can sneak away without him knowing. He stood up and walked over to Dean as he pressed his ear against the door. Cocking his head to the side, Dean stared at his brother in alarm at the absence of a response.

“Hey (Y/n), I’m coming in,” his eyes widened as he found the bathroom empty.

Dean ran towards his duffel as Sam ran towards the wall gathering papers. “Where could she have gone?” the tall man hurriedly stuffed his bag as Dean grabbed his jacket, “A girl like that escaping your watch… You’re getting rusty, Sammy.”

Sam zipped his duffel as he rolled his eyes at him, “Anyways, you have any idea where your little girlfriend could’ve gone?” Dean hoisted his bag on his shoulder and ripped the door open.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Dean.” the green-eyed hunter shrugged as he tossed his bag into the trunk of his car.  Pinching the bridge of his nose, Sam sighed as he sat in the passenger seat, “She probably went to find her uncle and brother. From how she talked it seemed like her uncle knew about us. You think Bobby might know him?”

“You’re the genius here Sam, how the heck would I know?” Dean frowned as he started the car and drove towards the highway.

“Dean, how do we find her? It’s not like she has some GPS on her that would lead us to where she is.” Dean smirked at his brother, “No but we got an angel with mojo that could probably track her. Cas! Get your ass down here.”

After a few moments, an indifferent voice spoke breaking the dark silence in the car. “Hello Dean,” he nodded towards the man in the passenger seat, “Sam.”

The long-haired man looked back towards the angel, his eyes filled with urgency. “Cas, we need you to find a girl. Her name’s (Y/n).”

“(Y/n)?” the blue-eyed angel cocked his head to the side as Sam sighed in frustration. “She’s the girl the red-eyed demon’s after.”

Cas’ brow arched upwards and looked towards Dean, “Did you guys lose her?”

Dean groaned in annoyance. “Look Cas, can you find the girl?”

“I don’t need to find her,” Cas answered flatly.

“What do you mean you don’t need to find her? Cas, she’s being chased by a demon for God’s sake!” Sam shouted at Cas feeling bitter at the angel’s unwilling attitude. Dean’s eyes widened as he glanced at Sam’s face. He hadn’t seen his brother burst out at Cas before and he was the hotheaded one.

“Do us this favor, Cas. We need to find the girl before the demon gets her.”

The blue-eyed man sitting in the back stared back calmly as he answered, “I don’t need to find her. I know where she is and she’s in danger.”

The two brothers looked at one another, shaking their heads. “Why the hell didn’t you say so in the first place, Cas?”

“I did tell you. Just now.” The angel furrowed his brows as he tried to understand why the brothers were upset. Sam sighed as Dean stepped on the gas.

“Where is she, Cas?”

The map rustled through your fingers as you tried to determine where you were. You took a wrong turn earlier on and couldn’t figure out the map’s direrction. The gas light began to blink on the dashboard of the truck as a bitter sigh escaped your lips. You needed to get some gas.

Scanning the road, you see a sign reading a station coming up in a few miles. You find the bright red sign of a Stop-N-Go station and you park the truck near the pump. You reached into your jeans pocket and realize that you didn’t have any money. You dug through the front compartment flinging papers out of it. in hopes of finding a stray credit card but you knew you weren’t going to be so lucky.

“Dammit…” you slammed your hands on the wheel and hunched over it. This was the dumbest plan ever. You were stuck at a gas station in the middle of nowhere with no way of protecting yourself other than the knife on your back and a flask of holy water. You were cold, lost and alone with no way of calling anyone for help. Frustration began to take over as you tightened your fist on the steering wheel.

A loud knock on the window interrupted your thoughts as a man stood there looking at you. Wiping the stray tears that escaped from your face, you rolled the window down to face the man.

“You alright, miss?” he asked, concern marring his features. You nodded and forced yourself to smile, “Yes, I’m alright. I just…I, um…I’ll just leave.”

You started to roll the window up when his hand suddenly shot out and stopped it. “If you want, I could pay for your gas miss.” Shocked by the suggestion of the elder man you shook your head, “No, I’m ok. I couldn’t possibly take advantage.”

“Oh I don’t mind. It’s no trouble at all. In fact, I think you made my job much easier when you escaped the Winchester boys.” Shooting your head up you saw the man’s eyes transform into the color of nightmares. Grabbing the flask in your pocket you flung water across the man’s face. He howled in pain as his face burned like acid had hit him. You grabbed the passenger door and rushed out, wincing as a searing pain crawled up your leg when you leaned on it. Your knees buckled down and hit concrete as a hand captured your ankle.

“Oh (Y/n), you didn’t think you could escape, did you?” he sneered as he dragged you towards him making you yelp in surprise. You desperately clawed the pavement and kicked at him as you attempted to free yourself but the burning sensation on your leg was overwhelming.

“I wouldn’t struggle so much you know. Master told me that I could do whatever’s necessary to bring you back to him… and I’m not as nice as the bloodsuckers you saw before.” He straddled your hips to keep you grounded as you wriggled below attempting to toss him off. He smiled as he pulled your head making his black eyes pierce into your own. You tried to turn your head away but his strength overpowered you.

“We can have some fun first before I deliver you to Master,” you whimpered as his hand gripped along your neck but suddenly water streamed down your face as the demon before you hunched over screaming. An arm grabbed and pulled you from the screeching demon as Dean’s knife found its way to the demon’s chest. An orange light glowed from the man’s mouth and eyes as it shouted in agony.

Dean walked over and stood above you as his brother kneeled next to you, “What the hell did you think you were doing?! You’re being chased by a demon and you just go prancing around outside like a-”

“Dean-”

“No Sammy, this girl’s gotta understand the shit that she’s in and-”

“Dean!” Sam shouted at his brother as he saw your shoulders shake and tears well in your eyes. Dean shut his mouth in a tight line as his brother glared at him to quiet down. He turned and walked towards his car leaving you with Sam.

“(Y/n), are you alright?” Sam gently placed his hands on your arms as he looked at you anxiously.

“I-I, I’m sorry. I needed to find my uncle and brother. I couldn’t stay and I…” you glanced at the corpse of the old man. You felt so weak as you remembered the demon on top of you. It could subdue you with little effort and the feeling of being helpless made you resentful.  

A soothing hand came around your shoulders, “We told you we would help you, (Y/n). We’ll help you search for your uncle and brother. You don’t have to do it alone.”

You looked at the man in front of you as he gave you a soft smile, “We’ve got experience handling demons so I think it would be best if you let us help. You’re a lot safer with us too so let us help you, okay?” His face was so sincere that tears overwhelmed your face as you nodded your head. He made you feel so safe as he let you lean on his chest while you wept. His arms came around to envelop you in his familiar warmth.

           You slowly pulled away as your tears began to stop. He stood up and offered you his hand as you attempted to steady yourself on your feet. When he saw that you couldn’t get up he placed an arm under your knees and the other under your shoulder lifting you up from the cold floor. He grinned down at you, “It really is faster this way (Y/n).”

You blushed as you lowered your head to avoid his gaze, “Thank you for saving me, Sam.”

           “It’s no problem, (Y/n). That’s what we do.” With a slight flush on his cheeks, he walked towards the black impala where Dean was leaning on the side door staring at the both of you.

“About damn time. Your chick flick moment took long enough.” Dean rolled his eyes as he opened the back door for Sam so that he could place you inside. The two brothers hopped into the front of the car as Dean started the engine.

“Um… Dean, I’m sorry and thank you for saving me.” He looked at you through the rear-view mirror as you fidgeted in the back seat. Sam glanced at his brother and arched his brow making Dean sigh in response.

“Sweetheart, next time don’t ever run off alone. You got me?”

[biatimesnews-blog]

By Charles Ogbu.

The Police IG, Ibrahim Kpotum Idris, has ordered that the vigilante groups set up by governors as a response to the ethnic cleansing the Fulani terrorist herdsmen have been visiting on the non-Caliphate rest of Nigerians be immediately disarmed. In a statement the Niger state-born Cop released through Force spokesman, Jimoh Moshood, all State Police commissioners have been ordered to arrest and prosecute those who refused to turn in their arms within 21 days.

Now here is the criminal double standard in this:

The Police IG DID NOT order that the AK-47 wielding Fulani Terrorist Herdsmen be disarmed. The same fulani terrorist herdsmen this police IG has continued to serve as their spokesman by ordering governors to suspend their anti-open Grazing laws and provide ranches for the private business of this internationally recognized 4th deadliest terrorist group. The Police IG DID NOT order that the Hisbah police set up by the Sharia-practising northern governors be disarmed. It is the vigilante which is the only thing stopping these modernity-loathing Barbarians from wiping us off the earth surface that this police IG want disarmed.

For what?

To make it easier for this govt-enabled terror group to kill us without encountering resistance. And this atrocious order is coming at the same time they are releasing thousands of hardened Boko Haram terrorists from prison and paying them millions and billions in cash and reportedly enrolling them into the Nigerian army. To stop you from even crying when they kill and maim you, they have used one of their senators to introduce an iniquitious bill in the Senate which will give them the legal backing to hide under “Hate Speech” to hang anyone who criticizes them for their murderous way. Fulani herdsmen who demonstrate raw Hate by killing and maiming thousands and displacing millions are going about holding press conferences and being defended, funded and protected by the President and his security Chiefs who are all Fulanis but non-fulani peoples of Nigeria who cry out against this unholy matrimony between their govt and fulani terrorists can now be HANGED by this same terrorist-friendly govt.

How tragically ironic!

The brazenness with which these Barbarians are advancing their demonic ethno-religious supremacist agenda is peculiarly peculiar. This is a case of, “We own you. Even your life is ours to give or to take” Shame on all Southern Senators who are too dumb to see that hate killing currently being perpetrated by the Fulani terrorist herdsmen with govt-sponsored impunity should be of more concerned than citizens expressing frustration at the roguery of their rogue govt. The real tragedy is, The victims and casualties of this open war yet go about their business without even realizing they are at war and currently being killed and maimed and few steps away from being completely conquered, owned and enslaved by men whose world views and value system are deeply rooted in feudalism. And the horde of deplorables masquerading as the Leadership Collective from the affected region are busy talking 2019 election. Shame, isn’t it? The obnoxious directive by this obnoxious police IG is one directive every human person has both moral, legal and natural duty to DISOBEY. This atrocious directive must be resisted by all the state governors concerned as well as everybody affected by this Fulani Genocide . IF THE POLICE HAD LIVED UP TO ITS CONSTITUTIONAL DUTY OF PROTECTING LIVES AND PROPERTY OF ALL NIGERIANS FROM THE TERRORIST HERDSMEN, WOULD THERE HAVE BEEN NEED FOR THE ESTABLISHMENT OF VIGILANTE GROUPS???? Right to life is not just the most important of all rights, it is also a FUNDAMENTAL HUMAN RIGHT. Meaning, it is our entitlement as humans. It is not the govt’s to give or take. A Police IG who has repeatedly proven he is on the side of the terrorist herdsmen by REFUSING to protect unarmed law abiding citizens from their attack has absolutely no right whatsoever to stop the citizens from protecting themselves. The first and most important duty of the govt is the protection of lives and property of the people. A govt that fails in this all important duty is no govt at all. A police force that is incapable of protecting tax-paying citizens is worse than a terrorist group. Section 33 of the 1999 constitution clearly recognizes Self Defense as a fundamental human right. I am submitting that all victims of the well organized ethnic cleansing being perpetrated by the fulani terrorist herdsmen must activate self defense. This barbaric directive by the police IG is a further testament to the fact that the Nigerian police under him CANNOT be trusted to protect any non-fulani person from the Fulani bloodletting.

Our choices are exceedingly limited:

Obey the Police IG by disarming your Vigilante and sit in your home waiting for the terrorists to come dismember you and your family OR, Resist this inhuman order by protecting your life and that of your family BY ALL MEANS necessary. Our life was not given to us by Ibrahim Idris. Since he has proven unwilling to protect us, he has no right anywhere, both in the laws of God and that of man, to stop us from protecting ourselves! This murderous govt has made injustice a law, we must now make resistance a duty.

Nigeria: Police IG and his outrageous and inhumane directive By Charles Ogbu. The Police IG, Ibrahim Kpotum Idris, has ordered that the vigilante groups set up by governors as a response to the ethnic cleansing the Fulani terrorist herdsmen have been visiting on the non-Caliphate rest of Nigerians be immediately disarmed.