#friendship and my first bad manager and i made friends with two guys who worked at a nearby store where i brought thrm freezes and theyd

[bibridlizzie]

Hizzie (nonbinary Hope x girlflux Lizzie)

[flamingo-writes]

A/N: i am back from the dead after months. And it should’ve come as a surprise that I absolutely loved Hobie. Looks like a rockstar and is an absolute punk. My type in a nutshell.

I’m gonna be using some of these headcanon for future

Gal in The Chair — Hobie Brown x Artist!Reader

I think Hobie would be the kind of guy to fall for someone who he’s known for a long while, that being said, you’d perhaps known him all of your life

Having grown together, the two of you shaped a lot of each other’s beliefs. So no wonder the two of you were so compatible.

After the spider bite, you saw the whole journey from Hobie freaking out at first, to him figuring out how to use his new abilities.

He designed his web shooters, being the genius he is with technology. You helped him with his suit, specially his mask.

You became his Gal in the Chair

You liked to fix up and personalise clothes. All of your pieces of clothings came from second hand shops and you gave them a make over doing all sorts of stuff on them to make them unique and yours.

You also did this with a lot of Hobie’s clothes. As well as teaching him how to use your sewing machine.

After graduating high school, you opened a small alternative clothing shop in with unique pieces, doing the same thing you did for your clothes on this one. As well as doing hand made jewerly like bracelets, necklaces and earrings. You also had a talent with plants, managing to almost magically bring plants back to life and reproduce them like crazy, you added selling plants into your small business.

As Spider-Man gained traction, he low key promoted your work to his followers and people who agreed with him. This in order to keep negative attention from falling on you, and keep bad guys from thinking and theorising that maybe you knew Spider-Man.

As a side gig, you educated yourself on coffee making, and learned about the different processes and types of coffee beans there were. It started as a hobby, but soon you also implemented that into your shop.

The fact that you were so versatile, made Hobie feel incredibly proud of you. You seemed to be so independent, and creative and that never ending curiosity and passion made him harvest feelings for you.

Eventually, the close friendship, and companionship grew into affectionate and romantic feelings.

Hobie was always flirty, but it wasn’t until now that you started behaving differently. Normally he played his electric guitar but now you found him playing his acoustic guitar more.

He showed you a song he wrote. And while it was unusual —however, not imposible— to hear a romantic song coming from him, it wasn’t until the first minute that you realised the song was about you.

That’s how he chose to tell you about his feelings.

He didn’t intend for it to be this romantic, he simply one day word vomited the song and used one free afternoon to add the music.

After hearing his song, it was actually you who grabbed him and kissed him.

More than satisfied with the outcome, he kissed you back, put his guitar down and pulled you over his lap.

You two became inseparable since. You already were, but now it was more evident.

You worked at home, doing all the creative things you did, selling them, helping Spider-Man with art shows and gigs.

Those who paid close attention, they were able to determine you were some sort of associate to Spider-Man. However, all of them were also punks and anarchist so of course they kept their mouths shut. Spider-Man was always looking out for those in need. They were going to help a brother back and not tell anyone whenever any authority or weird-looking threat asked if anyone knew Spider-Man, or someone close to him.

You became widely known between Spider-Man supporters, although none of them would ever dare to snitch on you.

After Hobie met Gwen, she brought her over, you two became close friends right away. Letting Gwen crash at your place more often than not. She even offered to help you with the dishes and the groceries as thanks for letting her stay.

“You’re Hobie’s friend, you’re welcome whenever you want,” You’d told her.

Pav was also a frequent visitor. He loved your coffee, he taught you how to make chai. And you had chai ready for whenever Hobie told you Pav was going to be there.

Pav also bought plants from you all the time. Most of them for his mom. He once asked you if you could make a set of earrings and a necklace for his mom.

The set was a success and Pav always told you how much she loved them,

Eventually Miles also came around. And it wasn’t until Miles met you that his suspicions of Hobie and Gwen dating dissappeared.

Miles saw the absolute pure love with which Hobie looked at you. He still made the same sarcastic and cheeky jokes while talking to you. But the way he looked at you was completely different to the way he looked at anyone else.

Hobie convinced Miles to buy a plant and some earrings for his mother.

“Listen mate, this is what my girl does for a living. Plus the world needs to learn to appreciate the handiwork of an artisan,”

Miles was even surprised at how Hobie still looked cool while being mushy and cheesy with you as he hugged you, kissed your head, or played with your hands or hair.

Hobie had zero fucks to give about what people think about him, he doesn’t give a shit about PDA. Gwen thinks it’s gross, Pav thinks it’s adorable, Miles is simply puzzled as to how he is still cool when seeing his parents doing the same thing would make him cringe so hard.

Hobie is amused by the different reactions he gets. Especially Gwen’s grossed out face.

He still loves kissing you every chance he gets. Whether if it’s kissing you passionately. A subtle peck. Sweet kissed on your cheek or your forehead.

[vacayisland]

@!; Together. (That's all we need) Trollex / reader . . . art/writing trade with @greaser-wolf

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ꨄ︎. You honestly wonder how you got here sometimes. It was an odd situation, on the way on how all the stars aligned to create a perfect path for you and Trollex. For as long as you could remember you were friends with him, and later Synth. For as long as you two remember it was a 'us against the world' type of friendship, where you all did the stupidest things together and managed to get away with it (most of the time). You remembered those days all too well, where you three would play at the edge of the reef and race to see who could get to the center first. Where you guys would ponder on ways to get that ever so special dessert of the Techno tribe, not even being able to name it yet. Where life was fun and exciting, a lot less working and a lot less everything in your face.

ꨄ︎. And sure, life is still like that, but everything seemed to turn upon it's head a few years ago; well, five years ago to be exact, when Trollex first told you that he loved you. Then two years later when you guys got married. You never had expected to become a ruler of the Techno Trolls, as you always knew the 'crown' would go to Trollex (by blood).

ꨄ︎. And adjusting to a new life was always hard, especially when it meant into the life of royalty, yet you both managed to stick through it together. Trollex showed you to ropes, explained some costumes, and walked you through everything. He still does, even after all these years,, and that's what makes you hesitant. You both have finally settled down, the reef is in such a serine state of calm (even after sending ambassadors over to the Pop Troll Village) that you didn't want to disturb the waters. No, no it was too soon for that to happen, way too soon!

ꨄ︎. But then again, Trollex deserved to know what was happening! You've both faced everything and anything together so keeping him out of the dark would be a first and probably will educe more anxiety than what you were feeling right now!

ꨄ︎. But waiting a little bit couldn't hurt, right? The thought echoed in your mind as you stared at yourself through a mirror, your eyebrows frowning as you noticed one of the two eggs peaking out from your hair. You would reach up and attempted to cover the egg again, a million thoughts racing through your mind. This would be the hardest part, to tell Trollex about his eggs. How do you even tell your husband about such a thing? Sure, you've been dreaming about this since a year into your relationship with him, yet the moment has come at one of weirdest times that it made you feel a little sick. Surely, Trollex would want kids- his kids! You've seen the way he's acted around the younger Techno Trolls, always so caring and goofy, it's what made you want to have kids in the first place. But-

ꨄ︎. But, but, but, but, BUT! Ugh that stupid word is ringing in your head too much lately, like it always does. It's what Synth liked to call my irrational word, as irrational thoughts always steamed from the word 'but'.

ꨄ︎. Irrational thoughts that were proven irrational time and time again... So I shouldn't listen to those thoughts! At least, that's what Synth would say and Synth is not here right now so I have to just think Synth to be able to have some sort of support. Just thing W.W.S.D.: What Would Synth Do? Which, in hindsight is really bad for most situations because the answer would be rave-

ꨄ︎. A RAVE!

ꨄ︎. Trollex will be DJing at a rave later today and had asked you to be his plus one, which wasn't surprising seeing as you are his wife (but a little goofy upon thinking how there's really no Techno Troll not invited to a rave; But you got a cute date with you husband so he could ask you, so that's a win). But, besides that, maybe you could tell Trollex during the rave? It would be the most low pressure situation, if you forget there are countless of eyes on you both up by the turn tables, but Trollex will be in a good mood. So telling him shouldn't be that stressful?

ꨄ︎. But you could ruin the rave by telling him there; Such as what if he doesn't want the kid and then completely stops in his DJing to stare at you in shock? Then what if he recoils back and slams into the turn tables, causing records to scratch and...

ꨄ︎. Maybe you should go see a therapist... but not now. Right now you had to figure out how to tell your Husband about the eggs that are literally growing in your hair!

ꨄ︎. Ha, no pressure!.. right?

ꨄ︎. Maybe you could have tried harder to tell Trollex about his children during the rave, or maybe you could have done better in masking your nerves during the whole party. You hadn't noticed how badly this was all getting to you despite the countless of Trolls who came up to you, asking if you were alright. One of those Trolls being your husband! He seemed extra worried about your sour attituded during the rave, noticing how you sat off to the side with a scrunched face. He knew that face, he knew it all too well; It was your pensive face, the face you only scrunch when you're in deep contemplation about something. And it worried him to see that you weren't partying like you usually were, as raves usually got you out of your pensive moods. It's what he usually did to help you shake out all the bad feelings, even if you two were at home and all you did was play music and dance around together. So if music wasn't helping than something was wrong. Really, really wrong.

ꨄ︎. And as your husband, Trollex was determined to figure out what it was to be able to help you! With having to pry it out of you.

ꨄ︎. "Alright alright!" Trollex's voice over took the blaring music as he turned it down, purposefully so he could be heard. The Techno Trolls on the floor would turn and face him, if they weren't already, confused on what was happening. The rave had just started! No way it was already over. But Trollex continued, "Don't worry, I'm just passin' off the booth to a good friend of mine and you guys can get right back to partying. I just wanted to introduce DJ Cupcake!" Trollex exclaimed, gesturing to one of his closest friends (out side of Synth and You) as they sawm up to the turn tables. He would nod, giving them a fist bump, before turning back to the Trolls. It wasn't common for Trollex to part from a rave, though it wasn't exactly uncommon either. So while there was questioning looks, no one bothered to ask Trollex about his sudden departure. They just hoped he would be alright. Funny, considering how he was hoping you were alright.

ꨄ︎. "Trollex, you didn't have to leave the rave because of me!" You would pull your wrists away from Trollex's hands as you two got home, causing him to whip around, startled. You hadn't realized the edge in your tone, nor how loud you had shouted at him so he would take a moment and stop! You didn't mean to, but you needed him to listen. "Starfish-" Trollex would start, hands drawing close to himself as he tried to formulate his words. "I was just worried, you seemed..." "You better not say moody, Trollex!" You snapped crossing your arms as you felt your body become rather on edge. Your brain was on edge. Trollex didn't know but during his rush to get you to your home, in privacy to talk, he had almost knocked out one of the eggs from his hair. Granted, you shouldn't be mad at him for that, seeing as he didn't know they even existed yet. But you couldn't help it! To think Trollex could be so reckless with young lives, it made you bitter despite your reasonable thoughts. "No, no! I wasn't going to say that at all... you just seemed pensive! Like in a seriously deep train of thought and we both know that's usually not good." Trollex backtracked, trying to save himself from your accusation. His face would scrunch a little, noticing how you shot daggers at him and how stiff your body was before you exhaled, allowing it to relax.

ꨄ︎. This only made Trollex alarmed, as he's never seen you like this before. Sure, he's seen you when you were pensive, in deep spiraling thought, but not when like this. This? This was something different.

ꨄ︎. But that didn't make you any less you and he wasn't going to run away from this problem because you were acting differently than what he was used to. Something was wrong, he had to be the husband you needed him to be right now; You needed a shoulder to lean on. And that's what he's going to give you!

ꨄ︎. Gently, as to not startle you or cause you to tense up again, Trollex would reach out and place his hands on your shoulders. He made sure you were comfortable with his touch first, then he slowly guided the two of you to sit on the floor. He didn't want to move to the couch or your shared bedroom, just encase. He needed to be gentle with you right now. "Hey, love, is... everything okay?" He would asked, being weary of his tone; He tried to keep it was soothing and gentle as possible, watching your body language for anything he could pick up on. Anything that would give him a hint as to what you're thinking. No matter how long it took, he would sit here with you until everything was okay again. You were his world, as he knew he was yours, and there was nothing he wouldn't do to make you feel better. As he expected, though, he didn't receive an answer straight away. And he was okay with that. He was glad you trusted him enough to lean your head against his shoulder and allow him to wrap his arms around your waist, silently comforting you through touch. That was something cheesy to be thankful for, especially after three years of marriage, but he was. It gave him some reassurance.

ꨄ︎. You two would sit on that floor, cuddled up in each other's arms, for what felt like (and what was) hours until you would tell Trollex what was bothering you. But Trollex didn't mind. His eyes would glance back at you upon hearing your small sigh, a relieving sound to his ears (as he knew you've come to terms with opening up with him). Trollex would softly rub your back, comfortingly drawing circles, as a silent encouragement. He watched as you chewed over how you were going to formulate your words for a few minutes before he heard your voice. "Trollex.. I have something to tell you." You would mumble out.

ꨄ︎. And he wasn't going to lie, that one sentence made his heart both flip and drop at the same time.

ꨄ︎. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?" Though Trollex wouldn't tell you that, knowing you already had a lot on your plate. You would probably know later, anyways, when you two look back at this and laugh at it. "I kind of know I should have told you as soon as I found out," You would start, not helping with Trollex's nerves. He felt as you would squeeze your arms around his chest, and he would do the same in turn to your waist. "But I didn't want to ruin anything, with the reef suddenly being so calm after the Rock trolls attacked and Trollstopia starting and..." Your voice would trail off, to which Trollex would pick up, "Hey, hey.. you know it never matters what is happening out in the reef, yeah? Sure, Yeah, I'm their leader but that doesn't mean you're my second priority, Starfish. I'm here for you, okay?" You would nod your head against Trollex's shoulder, staying silent for a few more minutes. Was there any easy way to tell him? Should you just drop the bomb on him now? There wasn't getting around it anyways, so it would be best to be up front, right?

ꨄ︎. "Trollex.. we're having twins."

ꨄ︎. You would squeeze your eyes shut upon telling him, waiting for his reaction. It was the one thing that you were fearing, the one reason you were so scared to tell him about the twins, and now it was something you would have to come to face with. Though, after a minute of complete silence from Trollex, you couldn't help but fear for the worst. "Love?.." Your voice was shaky as you carefully leaned away from his shoulder to catch a look at his face; You needed to know what he was feeling, what was happening, was he freaking out like you had or was he disgusted or?!- You couldn't even see his face before Trollex shot his hands up to cup your cheeks, no longer holding your waist. The sudden movement caught off guard, even more so when Trollex face sudden came closer to yours than you remembered it being. Yet... he had the brightened grin on his face, and you swore his eyes were stars as he stared in to yours. "Tell me that again." He would whisper, the excitement pouring out of him from the truck load. You couldn't help but stifle a giggle, glad he was taking this news so well but also counting his request as slightly strange. Either way, you indulged him. "Trollex, honey, we're having twins..?"

ꨄ︎. You had seen Trollex overly excited before, hell even bouncing off the walls, but his over joyous attituded right now was something that bested all those times easily. You would watch as he was literally throwing fist bumps in the air, zipping around like a little guppy high on sugar while gushing all about how he wanted to be a dad. You were sure, if he could, Trollex would be shouting "I'm a father!" to the whole Techno Village despite not having seen his two eggs yet. "Honey, is this what you were worried for?" He would asked through his excitement, taking your hands to help you off the floor. You would giggle as he picked you up by the waist and began to twirl you around, his grin (which you adored so much) never leaving. "I'm sorry, I thought I made it so clear to you that I wanted a family! You don't understand how long I've waited to be able to have kids with you, and now you're telling me we have twins?? It's like a dream come true for a guy like me!" You couldn't help but laugh, your hands firmly on Trollex's shoulders so you wouldn't fall. All the worried you had gathered were quickly filtering out as Trollex pulled you close for a hug, unable to contain all the emotions that bounced out of him. "Honey, you haven't even met the eggs!" You would shout through your laughter, only knowing that Trollex would grow even more excited upon actually seeing his eggs.

ꨄ︎. And you were right. Despite being careful with them, making sure they wouldn't break and they were properly being heated, Trollex was even more esthetic about being a dad he could barely keep it to himself! You had to basically hold him hostage inside your home so he wouldn't shout to the world "I'M A DAD!", as you would like some privilege in having the two kids be a secret for at least a little. But, that then meant you had to deal with his excitement alone. A sacrifice you were willing to make. You would giggle and laugh every time Trollex hugged and cuddled you, nuzzling his head against your shoulder or neck or cheek, exclaiming how he was so lucky; Lucky not only to have kids, but that you were also their parent and you were his and he could not picture his life with anyone else!

ꨄ︎. It took a good few hours before his excitement would wear off, not fully, but to a manageable amount. By that time, you both were laying in your bed with the eggs in between you two. Trollex was just admiring them, like they were the most precious thing in his life, and you couldn't help but smile as you watched him. You weren't sure how you managed to get this lucky, but you were sure thanking everyone who managed to make it happen.

@!; BONUS LITTLE SNIPPETS (things that didn't make it into the full story as well as some 'after math')

ꨄ︎. One of the babies were named Starr, after 'Starfish', and the other was named Pier. Trollex literally adores these kids so much, if you don't stop him he (and his parents) will spoil them rotten while teaching them out to be good people?? You trusted Trollex's parents, you didn't even need to question their ways (seeing how great of a man Trollex ways), but you did have to put a restriction on how much they did spoil Starr and Pier. Mostly you had to restrict Trollex.

ꨄ︎. Trollex and you have a jar of baby names! You had forgotten you two had set up a jar to place slips with baby names in them so when you two did have kids, it would be easy to pick out names. Trollex brought out the jar not even two days after he met the eggs, claiming how they needed names! He couldn't keep calling them eggs and eggie. You two saved the names you didn't pick, took out the two you did, and saved the jar encase you had more kids.

ꨄ︎. Trollex couldn't go two weeks before he spilled the news! You were even surprised that you managed to tell his and your families, and Synth, before he gushed about being a dad while DJing at a rave. Funny, it was the one rave you didn't go to because you were going to spend time with your family! You weren't mad at him, you found it cute how excited he was about being a dad, but it was surely confusing when random Trolls began congratulating you. (He did tell you as soon as he found you and apologize for slipping up :( )

ꨄ︎. No one could buy your babies anything because Trollex was on it first! Man was working on the nursery no less than a week to two after he first bet the eggs, asking for your input and all. He would let you help, but nothing too straining because you were holding the babies in your hair. Literally built the crib and room from the ground up by himself, with you helping where you could. Though the next day his and your parents would come over, asking if there's anything they could help with to pitch in for the baby. As soon as the words nursery left their lips, Trollex just had to show them the room!! Their jaws were on the floor, literally. Didn't expect the nursey to be done so soon. Trollex was very proud of himself.

ꨄ︎. The type of dad to go all out for any holiday, even mothers/fathers day for you! And in turn you do it right back. Y'alls house is so festive and cozy and fun.

ꨄ︎. Synth is like an Uncle to the kids, despite not being blood related to you or Trollex. But not all family had to be blood related, and you had to explain this to the two when they realized that Synth is just a really good friend. Family is chosen, not forced.

ꨄ︎. Overall, he's such a fun and goofy dad!! Will do anything to protect you and the kids. You guys are always his number one priority!

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[jut-and-dae-enthusiast]

Case 143! //h.h.j\\

HyunjinxPlusSized!Reader, kinda slow burn? Friends to loversssss, she fell first he fell HARDER, flufffff

Warnings: a bit of like self-image stuff but not too much. Not edited as well as it could be. Tooth rotting fluff tbh. Hyunjin is a simp but ofc he is.

“Why do I keep getting attracted?? I cannot explain this reaction.”

Hyunjin thought he would never see you romantically, that is until he realizes too late that he’s fallen head over heels for you.

The day you met Hwang Hyunjin was chaotic from the very start. You had managed to sleep through all three of your alarms, barely made it in time for work, and thought your bad luck was over when you arrived at the coffee shop. However, as you quickly turned from the counter after grabbing your large iced macchiato, you ran directly into Hyunjin, who had been waiting his turn.

“Oh my god! I’m so so sorry!” You apologize profusely, looking for the nearest napkin dispenser. He was still in shock, looking down at his now stained sweater. “Um, I can buy you a new one?” You suggest, trying your best to clean up your mess without being weird and gropey.

“This sweater was a custom limited edition Prada.” He muttered, looking sadly down at himself. You felt your heart drop into your ass at the realization that this sweater was probably worth more than your entire existence.

“Oh, uh, well…” you trail off, still dabbing napkins against his sweater as your face flushes bright red.

“Don’t worry about it.” He gently rests his hands on yours and pushes them towards you. “I have a really good dry cleaner.” He gives a small smile and turns to leave.

“Let me at least buy you a coffee?” You grab his arm, stopping him before he could leave. “I need a replacement anyway.” You shrug sheepishly. He gives you a once over, trying to decide if you should be trusted before shrugging and agreeing.

“I’ll take an iced americano.” He replies softly before taking a seat in the corner.

Thus began your wonderful friendship. Hyunjin made it clear pretty early on that you weren’t his type, talking to you about the girls he liked or hooked up with. Almost in too much detail at times. He didn’t see you romantically, just as someone to hang out with. Someone who listened to him and liked to sit in silence with him while he painted.

At first, of course, you thought he was cute. You have eyes. But realizing he wasn’t interested in anything like that with you was enough to push you past those feelings quickly. Now, well over two years later, you two have settled into a comfortable platonic relationship.

“What do you need, Jinnie?” You answered the random FaceTime from your best friend, applying makeup to your face.

“Huh? What are you getting all dolled up for?” He asked, clearly forgetting whatever reason he had called you for before.

“I have a date tonight. One of my coworkers set me up with a friend of hers.” You responded simply, dabbing on some lipstick and not even looking at your phone.

Hyunjin was quiet for a moment, watching you with furrowed brows. What was this feeling stirring in his stomach? Surely it wasn’t what he thought it was.

“Have you met this guy before?” He finally asked, clearing his throat.

“Uh, no. But I trust my friend. She wouldn’t set me up with anyone weird.” You shrug, now glancing over to see his concerned look. “Hyunjin, you go out with girls all the time. Don’t tell me you’re suddenly being protective.” You tease, laughing and shaking your head.

“No, it’s not anything like that. I’m just concerned… as your best friend…I want you to be safe.” He tried to argue, but the feeling in his gut kept growing and latching onto every fiber of his being.

How dare someone else get to see her beautiful smile. See how pretty she is with all of her makeup done- Oh my god, what? Get a hold of yourself, Hwang Hyunjin.

Hyunjin shook his head and dismissed the weird thoughts.

“Why did you call, Jinnie?” You asked, eyes narrowing on him in concern.

“Oh, I was just wanting to hang out while I paint. But you have plans, so no worries. Guess it’s just me and Spotify tonight.” He gives you a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and waves before signing off.

A few weeks later, the two of you met up for a late night movie night. You wore what you normally would, a t-shirt and baggy pajama shorts, since you had no one to impress. When Hyunjin gave you a questioning brow, you teased him by saying,

“Changbin isn’t here, so there’s no point in dressing up.” Which earned you his signature side eye and made you laugh. You found your spot on the couch, scrolling through your phone while Hyunjin grabbed the snacks from the kitchen.

“They didn’t have the chips you like, so I-“ He stops short when he glances up at you sitting on the couch. His eyes locked onto your bare legs, which he had seen a million times at this point, and felt his heart lurch. You looked up at him in confusion, your brow slightly furrowing.

“Which ones did you get?” You reached out for him to hand you the chips, but he was frozen. You stand up and gently pull the bag from his hands, narrowing your eyes at him. “You’re being weird.” You mutter before turning and taking your seat on the couch.

“I’ll be right back.” He quickly leaves the room, heading straight for the bathroom. Once inside, he splashes his face with cold water, patting his cheeks frantically. He then looks himself squarely in the eye through the mirror. “Get a grip, Hwang. This doesn’t even make sense. You just haven’t been with someone in a while. Yeah, just touch starved. That’s it.”He whispered to himself, taking deep breaths to steady his heart. After he finally calmed himself enough, he reemerged into the living room with a small smile on his face.

“You okay, bestie?” You looked up at him in concern. “I’m sorry if I took it too far with the Changbin thing. I was just joking.” You had clearly spent the last ten minutes wondering what could have upset him.

“No, it’s not that! It’s nothing, actually. I just had a weird stomach cramp.” He smiled assuringly and took his seat beside you. However, he almost immediately realized that he had sat too close and your arms were pressed up against one another.

“Feeling a bit clingy, are we?” You teased while leaning into him and he could feel the red slap its way onto his cheeks and quickly spread down his neck and up to the tips of his ears.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize-“ He moved to scoot away, but you grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“Oh, c’mon. It’s not like this is the first time we’ve sat this close.” You rolled your eyes and turned your attention to the movie. He, however, couldn’t look away from your side profile. The curve of your nose, your lips that pouted without even trying.

The second you left his apartment that night, he basically ran to his studio and began sketching you from his memory. Putting love and care into every single curve and freckle. It was frantic- his heart racing the entire time, his fingers trembling. As he sat back from his drawing, gasping for air, it finally dawned on him.

“Oh my god, I’m in love with her.” He muttered, all of the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place. He was wracking his brain trying to understand when this happened, how this had happened. He swore he hadn’t been interested in you, that you were far from his type. He immediately stood up and began pacing his studio, muttering to himself and trying to figure out how this could have occurred.

Before he knew it, morning had come and he hadn’t gotten a minute of sleep. He entered dance practice that day looking like a zombie, especially with the dark bags under his eyes. The guys kept asking him what was on his mind, but he waved them off and gave excuses. He had barely grasped what this was, he wasn’t going to have them teasing him on top of it.

To make matters even worse, they had a comeback right at that time and so he wasn’t able to see you even if he had wanted to. Time seemed to drag on but he soon realized that it had been a month since he had last seen you. Since he realized his feelings. He found himself missing you, scrolling through his camera roll and looking at the photos he had of you. Textbook definition of lovesick (even though he hadn’t confessed his feelings yet). Being ever the observant one, Seungmin caught on rather quickly. He also had happened to glance over Hyunjin’s shoulder and see him sketching your smiling face on his iPad.

“Does y/n know you like her?” Seungmin asked quietly one morning over breakfast. Hyunjin choked on his soup, looking up at his member with wide eyes.

“What are you talking about?” He tried to ask cooly, but the terrified look in his eyes was dead giveaway that Seungmin was right.

“Hyung, it’s written all over your face. I’m guessing you haven’t confessed then.” The younger one nodded to himself and took a bite of his rice.

“I… I don’t know if I should. We have a good thing going right now. I think I’m just being greedy.” Hyunjin shook his head and sighed.

“You’ll never know how she feels until you tell her, Hyung.” Seungmin warned as he stood from the table and took his dishes over to the sink.

It had been at least a week since you had spoken with Hyunjin. While you missed him a lot, you also wanted to check in on him. He had been distant lately. So, you grabbed your phone and sent him a message.

He quickly stood up and quietly went to his room, shutting the door behind him. Just like magic, your face popped up on his screen. He opened the FaceTime call and smiled softly.

“Hey bestie! Haven’t heard from you in a while, so I just wanted to make sure you still liked me.” You teased, laughing. His eyes widened, afraid you had found out his secret. “Not like that, dummy! I already know that one.” You were sure his reaction was because he was shocked you made that assumption.

“R-right. Yeah, you’re still my bestie.” He smiled, his heart rate slowing. He felt like he was going to melt into the floor at the sight of your relieved smile. Had you always been this pretty? It seemed amplified now that he was pining for you. “Uh, have things been good for you?” He tried to seem normal as to not key you in to the fact that he was definitely memorizing the way your hair fell into your face right now so he could draw it later.

“It’s been good! I miss you, though. My work friends are okay, but who am I supposed to watch dramas with when you’re gone?” You laughed at yourself and felt a little sheepish at your admission. “Can we do a self-care drama night when you get back? I just got some nice face masks.”

“Yeah, that would be nice.” He smiled dreamily as he thought about it. He definitely wouldn’t feel nervous the entire time, no way. He’s the rizz-master.

His hands trembled so badly when he tapped on your door that he nearly dropped the drinks he was holding in his other hand. Why was he so nervous? He had done this a hundred times by now, if not more. His mind went completely blank when you opened the door in your baggy t-shirt and sweats.

“Bestie!” You pull him inside and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. The sudden skinship had his heart pounding even harder than it was before. You pull away from the hug and smile up at him. “I’ve got everything ready! I’ll stick these in the fridge.” You take the drinks from his hand and disappear into your apartment.

Hyunjin wandered over to sit on the couch, wiping his now clammy hands on his sweats hoping you won’t notice. You sit beside him and excitedly begin pulling stuff out for your self-care night.

“Your headband, sir.” You hand him the llama one you had picked out for him a while ago, then you grab your frog one and you both push your hair back from your faces. “You’ve been traveling a lot, so I picked this one out for you.” You explain as you open a face pack and lean over to put it on his face. Normally, he leans in and closes his eyes, “sitting pretty” as you mentally called it. However, this time he moved out of the way with wide eyes.

“I-uh- I can do it!” He reaches for the mask, but you pull back frowning.

“We’ve always put them on for eachother… why are you being weird?… Do you have a new girlfriend?” You searched his face for answers, only to see his eyes somehow go even wider as his head shakes quickly.

“No! Definitely not!” He makes an “x” with his hands and aggressively shakes his head. “I just- whatever. Just put it on.” He leans in, his eyes closed and waits for you to gently put the mask on. Every touch feels like shocks of electricity, so much so that he finds himself holding back shivers.

“There we go.” You say slightly and sit back, admiring his handsome face before he opens his eyes and looks back at you. He quietly grabs your face mask and opens it, hesitantly reaching forward to put it on. Your eyes are closed, complete trust in him as you lean forward slightly.

“How did that double date go?” Hyunjin asked later as you two were letting your masks set and watching a drama.

“That was like forever ago, Hyune.” You tease, rolling your eyes. “I mean, it was fine. But he just wasn’t really into me. I could tell he didn’t expect me to look like this,” she gestures to herself as a whole, “when he agreed to the date. I guess I’m a bit of a catfish.” She giggled, shaking her head. His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked you over.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, so I don’t get what his problem was. And you look nice in all of your pictures, yeah, but you look just as lovely in person. He must be an idiot.” He grumbled, focusing on the tv.

“Jinnie! People are allowed to have a type. You have one and I’ve never said a word about it.” you tried to reason, looking at him in shock.

“Your type doesn’t determine whose name your heart chooses to call.” He says seriously, looking into your eyes. You feel the mood shift, see the intensity of his gaze. “I… I have been… realizing some things lately. About myself. And uh… about you.” His hands are trembling in his lap, but he knew he had to get this out now. “Y/n, you’ve been by my side for so long now. Through a lot of things. And I’m sorry it took me this long to see you. Truly see you.”

“Hyunjin, what’s happening right now?” Was all you could muster, eyes wide as you watched him carefully. “If this is a joke, it’s not funny.” You warned, frowning.

“It’s not a joke, y/n. I… I love you. I have for so long that when I finally realized it, it hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart calls your name. I find myself doodling sketches of you without even realizing. I-” He pauses, realizing his rambling and looks down. You sit there in stunned silence, your brows furrowed and eyes set directly on him. “Please say something. Anything. I-I know this is sudden, but I can’t help-“ before he can finish, you cross the space between the two of you and gently place a kiss on his lips. He lets out a squeak of surprise but melts into you immediately after, his hands holding your face tenderly.

When you finally pull away, you can almost see the hearts swirling in his eyes. There’s no need for words as the two of you smile at one another, gazes full of love.

“Thanks for finally seeing me, Hyunjin.”

(I got the Inspo for this from a “would skz date a plus sized person” tiktok and now we are here. Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💗)

[thedivineflowers]

hi!!! Love you works they’re so silly and good😜but sad😔 anyway I hope you’re doing well! I wanted to ask for when the boys (idk how many you’ll take but I think if you need a limited amount go with the first years😭) but yea when the boys say something plain ass bitchy and mean to middleschool!reader, like how were magic-less useless kid (looking at you Ace😡) saying some shit about our family or babying us too much till it become insufferable or smth and then when we get rightfully upset and cry or get upset (leaning on crying for more drama, angst and guilt😘) they realize how bad they fucked up and apologize, I feel like we would be a little stubborn about the apology depended on who it is to😭 but yea my goofy ahh request take your time and you can switch up the characters it’s your writing I don’t care! Love you works<333

YEHAHAHAHAHAH I LOVE THIS IDEA SM AND I LIKE DONT REALLY HAVE A LIMIT UNLESS I COULDNT REALLY THINK OF SOMETHING SO EYEYEYEY

OKAY IMA ETART IM SOMEZCIYED

I ONLY DID THE FIRST YEARS BECAUSE IT WAS GONNA TAKE SOME TIME AND I DIDNT WANT TO KEEP YOU WAITING SO HERE 😆

Ace: he’d always tease you. And during the first few weeks when he was warming up to you he’d diss you by saying that you were nothing without magic. He even referred to you as the useless and magicless kid for some time. Even after months he still referred to you as that and one day you just bursted. “Why can’t you shut up about me being magicless?! I know I’m at a disadvantage but I’m tired of it! The jokes dead now why can’t you get it!? If I could I’d just make a portal by myself to go back to my world so I don’t have to listen to you all damn day but guess what?! Im just some useless and magicless kid!!” You shouted at tears ran down your face. You stormed away and he tried running after you but you quickly maneuvered away from him. Because of his pride he didn’t apologize for days and stayed quiet when around you. One day after he was given a reality check by Deuce he apologized because guilt was really eating away at him. You still avoided him for a bit just to make sure but your friendship came back together.

Deuce: he kinda has a temper (to me he does) and he’ll let it out sometimes making him call you shit like Ace. But because he is trying to be a good student (and a good friend) he’d be very quiet if he’d call you things but you always manage to him whisper it to himself. One day you two were alone in the classroom doing detention because you two got into a fight when a guy mocked you. “Hey, Deuce.” You called him with an empty tone. “Do you really wish that I had magic. That I had someone to look after me so you didn’t have to stick around me all the time?” You asked as you eyes were glued to the table in front of you. Barely managing to answer the first question on your math homework. “I see how you look at me when I mess something up because I lack magic. I just wanna know.” You said as there was a pressure on your throat. Like you wanted to throw up and let out a yell at the same time. His answer only made the pressure worse as your breathing became short. Did he really think that it’d been better if the magic mirror didn’t pick you? That you’d only stay as the schools janitor? You quickly walked out leaving everything behind to go to the teachers bathroom that you had access to. Everyone thought the same thing about you so why were you throwing up in the sink and crying your eyes out? Because you thought of him as different? No. Deuce came to your dorm later that evening with your completed math homework and backpack. He sighed before apologizing about what he said earlier and the things he’s called you. After some talking your friendship was alright but with rockiness

Jack: At first because you were obviously magicless he’d be very overbearing to you when it comes to things like flying your broom three feet off the ground. He’d chastise you when you used simple spells by waking you up the morning and running with him. He’s trying to protect you but it seems that he underestimates what you know you can and can’t do. You’d get frustrated and try to express that you didn’t need to be babied but the words would just stay stuck in your throat because you knew that he was just trying to look after you. “I can do this Jack! You need to stop worrying about me with small things like having the damn ladle stir itself in the pot! I’m not gonna get hurt with it and I know you’re looking after me but you’re making me uneasy like I could die from just touching a book about small spells! You’ve seen me fly a broom around and be perfectly fine in Mr. Crewels class so what is it that makes you think that I need you breathing down my neck all the time?! Is it because I’m magicless and from another world? Is it because I’m still a kid?” You bubbles over and spewed at him one day while you were making yourself dinner. Jack stood there as he awkwardly looked to the side trying to find an excuse. “I-“ “Im not as fragile as you think. If I was I would’ve been dead.” He’d been contemplating how much magic you could handle and he knows you know that he’s watching over you but he doesn’t know that it was getting overwhelming for you. He avoided you for a bit before apologizing and admitting that he had protected you because he feared you were weak because you were still a kid. You nodded in understanding and forgave him.

Epel: he had a small ego boost because he heard that you were magicless and a child who still knew nothing. He’d also heard Vil chatting away about you and saying mean things even when you were around. So he thought that you wouldn’t mind if he did too. You tried getting along with him at one point but he just pushed you away. “Is there something wrong with me that makes you stay away from me? I know that Im nothing like you but I’m trying to make an effort to get along with you!” You cornered him one day in the hall with small tears about to well over. He had almost nothing to say but a small peep “Does me being magicless and from another world disgust you? If it does then just say it already so I can leave you the hell alone and stop wasting my time trying to make an effort!” You demanded “I- no, not at all! I just…” He cleared his throat away of his country accent. “I thought that a kid like you couldn’t go through so many things and not have anything to hold onto yourself, ‘thought it was silly and that everyone and you were bluffin’ so I pushed you away because I thought you were way over yourself before I even got the chance to talk you properly…” he trailed off as you wiped your eyes and looked at him in understanding. Over time you both tried holding conversations to get to know each other and get warmed up so the same mistake doesn’t happen again. (It is hot in my damn room help 😭)

(The ones from diasomnia don’t really know you here)

Sebek 😈: He’d always talk about it was ‘impossible for a child with nothing to their name’ to even do anything in a world where they didn’t belong when he wasn’t stuffing his mouth with praises for Malleus. How ‘Their parents clearly made a mistake in raising them’ because you couldn’t cast a spell in class without needing help or looking at the instructions again. He’d even insult you in front of Malleus when you do someone like walk past their table “That child has no grace when they walk! Even in the presence of my lord himself! Utterly disgusting!” He’d say and the other three wouldn’t really respond because they hardly know you. One day Mr. Crewel had you two paired in a project so you two went to a secluded place to start (I mean he walked away while you followed after him.). “For the hundredth time that species will poison you! Can’t you understand?! Sevens I don’t know how you’re alive when you can’t even memorize stuff like this.” He muttered as he pinched the space between his eyes. You then slammed your fists in the table with tears of Frustration boiling up. “Can’t you understand that I can’t get a grasp of things here?! I’m only (age) and I’m in the (grade) grade! No sebek I cant understand anything because I’m not from here! I’m not supposed to be here making spells or talking to you because I’m supposed to be in a world where I get shut out like you have done to me because of shit like this! I don’t have an identity but only my face as proof of my existence! I don’t care about this project anymore you can blame me all you want I’m leaving.” You concluded before shoving papers in your bag and hastily walking away before he could even speak. After he had complained of what you said to him to Lilia he suggested that he look at it from your view and apologize. So he did. Which earned him nothing more than a smack on the face and a door to his nose. It’s up to you if you forgive him.

[angelfleurry]

Hellooo! Can I have a talentless reader who's a huge simp for Nagito and finally gathers the courage to ask him out on a date? Thank you! <3

♡ Talentless! Reader Asking Nagito on a Date!♡

Awwwh!! I love the idea of this one, I hope I did it justice!! Thank you for requesting, my lovely, feel free to come back anytime!! Have a wonderful day. <3

I went moreso off of a Non-Despair AU for this particular scenario. I feel like with the threat of the killing game there, his behaviour is more affected; so a Non-Despair AU seemed healthier to me. I did a little bit of backstory at the start to flesh it out, but I promise I wrote what you requested as well!! I really hope I did it well! I’m sorry it’s taken so long. College has been kicking me since I came back and I’ve had some other life stuff to attend to!! I am working on everyone’s requests though, I promise!

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♡ When Nagito first found out you didn’t possess an ultimate talent, you were genuinely rather scared as to how he’d react.

♡ You were friends with Hajime, and you’d heard from the man himself about how awkward things could get with Nagito on the topic of lacking a talent.

♡ You knew Nagito would eventually know, but you hadn’t actually met him.

♡ That was, until, the day the two found you by accident.

♡ You were in the local park making friendship bracelets when you looked up to see Hajime walking just a little bit away from you.

♡ He seemed to sense you looking, and turned to glance. With a smile, you nodded at him, not unable to wave due to the bracelet you were crafting.

♡ He gave a small, wave at you in response, and that’s when you noticed the person standing next to him.

♡ That must have been Nagito…

♡ You weren’t one for the myth of “love at first sight”, but you had to admit you were immediately drawn to him.

♡ That is, however, until he noticed you.

♡ Within a mere moment his eyes latched onto yours, the dulled out greens of them catching in the sunlight. In a surprised state, you gave him a smile.

♡ He seemed a little taken aback by this, eyes widening.

♡ Was that a bad idea?

♡ Sometime during your staring, the two seemed to have come over.

♡ Long story short, you were introduced, with context as to how Hajime knew you, and of course the realisation had occurred that you did not possess an ultimate.

♡ It honestly didn’t go as bad as you expected, with Nagito just pausing before quietly going “Oh, that’s a shame.”

♡ However, this seemed to prompt you to ask if he wanted a friendship bracelet. Stubborn determination, perhaps?

♡ To see you be so kind despite his comment towards you honestly touched Nagito to some degree. It made him feel a little guilty as well.

♡ That’s probably what prompted the soft spot he held for you.

♡ Fast forward sometime into the future, and you’d managed to somehow befriend Nagito. You’d text him pretty much everyday, show genuine interest in him as an individual, as well as actively aim to spend time with him whenever you could.

♡ Through the friendship you’d formed with Nagito, you’d gathered quite a bit of understanding for him. It was hard for a while, since he’s not the most clear in communicating, but you got there.

♡ Eventually, you began to realise you were beginning to develop a crush on the guy.

♡ This crush turned into sincere affection, which soon turned into love.

♡ Which brings us to the present.

♡ Honestly, you’ve become a total simp for Nagito. You’d do anything for him, and you do. You text him good morning and good night, you always hype him up, and you love bringing him little gifts whenever you can. You also just really enjoy talking to him.

♡ It confuses him greatly, and he’ll tell you that. He constantly goes on about how he doesn’t deserve such treatment, not from anyone.

♡ “I can’t understand why you’re so merciful, so gracious, to someone like me,” he’ll tell you, unprompted or prompted, “I don’t deserve such devotion…”

♡ “Well, I happen to think you do,” you’d say “I think you deserve the world.”

♡ Needless to say you absolutely devoted yourself to him. Somehow, you not possessing an Ultimate seemed to not be as much as an issue as you thought.

♡ If anything, it made him feel somewhat more comfortable around you. He seemed to feel slightly more at ease because a root cause of his inferiority was not there. Nagito’s always seen himself as worthless, below everyone he used to attend Hope’s Peak with, so for you to lack an Ultimate in a way made Nagito feel more on a level with you.

♡ You enjoyed his company, to say the least.

♡ However, there was a thought that had been nagging at your mind for a while now.

♡ You wanted to take him out.

♡ “Not…Not that sort of “take out”!” you remembered exclaiming, directing your self-correction towards Hajime as you threw yourself onto his beanbag, “I just wanna make him feel special…”

♡ You remember hanging your head bashfully at this, shaking it.

♡ Hajime idly shrugged, “Try it,” he told you, “Ask him.”

♡ “No,” you recalled yourself mumbling, “No, I couldn’t. I’m not exactly…”

♡ “Exactly what?”

♡ “His…Uhm…” you struggled, “Not exactly type, but…I don’t know. Even if I was, I just don’t think he’d ever consider me because of my plainness.”

♡ “Your plainness?” Hajime remarked, squinting, “As far as I’m concerned, the only plain thing about you is that you never attended Hope’s Peak as an Ultimate. You have a lot of life in you though and, if anything, I’m the plain one.”

♡ “Besides,” he added, “I think Nagito…cares about you, genuinely. With him and I, there was a lot of work that had to be done, but with you…”

♡ …

♡ “Well, he just seemed to latch onto you instantly, right? Sure, at first he was rocky because of our similarity, but…he let go of it a lot faster with you than he did for me.”

♡ “I’d personally go over everything between the two of you, mentally of course. I don’t see a reason why you couldn’t ask him out on a date.”

♡ So, that’s what you did. You thought things over, analysed everything, observed his dedication, observed your dedication.

♡ However, you just couldn’t shake the feeling that what you were planning to do would backfire horribly.

♡ There was always something at the back of your mind that made you anxious.

♡ You’d have everything planned out, rehearse what you wanted to say, and then when the time came you absolutely crumbled.

♡ You eventually decided maybe asking via text was better, rather than whenever you and Nagito managed to interact physically, but even then it was a struggle.

♡ On the other side of things, Nagito was beginning to get the sense there was something you wanted.

♡ I mean, you messaged him rather frequently, always seeming to want to say more than what was said.

♡ When he saw you in person, the air seemed a little shy.

♡ He wasn’t sure if it was something to do with his luck, either that or you were beginning to tire of him.

♡ Something about the latter theory made him ache in a way he didn’t think he quite could.

♡ It felt…nice, talking to you.

♡ Nagito struggled a lot with interacting, never quite understanding social cues, and often had his luck bail on him.

♡ However, this time around, it seemed to bless him.

♡ You were so patient with him, so kind to him, devoted even…

♡ It startled him. He didn’t expect, nor was he used to it.

♡ Yet still, you made yourself present, even after he’d judged you so harshly that first time he saw you…? Even though there were so many other people out there, so many people to befriend?

♡ Goodness me…

♡ He was flattered, of course, but back to the original point.

♡ He knew there was something on your mind and, eventually, he started trying to subtly ask about it.

♡ Either you didn’t understand his meaning, or you were intentionally ignoring the subject, it did not work and he was left wondering.

♡ Your choice to show consideration for him and befriend him immediately set in a newfound feeling of slight hope for Nagito which, in turn, created a soft spot. He really did care for you, and tried to do everything right. He didn’t know whether he was being a good friend, and he felt he likely wasn’t.

♡ But, truthfully, he cared dearly for you.

♡ You, on the other hand, weren’t sure if you were worthy of having his friendship; let alone the privilege of taking him out on a date.

♡ You kept trying to motivate yourself, going over what to say, but that question of anxiety kept appearing.

♡ It wasn’t even entirely about the fact you were talentless, you were just…scared.

♡ But you knew you had to bite the bullet someday. After all, you’d hung out with him plenty of times as a friend, so why would this be any different?

♡ Well…you supposed it would be a little different, but you’d already been alone with Nagito and you knew how to take his energy. In a similar fashion, he’d grown comfortable with yours.

♡ You just hoped he didn’t become cruel when you decided to ask.

♡ As you approached Nagito after a group hangout with Hajime, you were so frightened.

♡ It had been a month of you deliberating asking him and, with Hajime’s advice in mind, you decided to.

♡ Confidence had finally sided with you. You’d spent the past month planning, debating asking, searching for places he’d enjoy; or things he’d like to do. Nagito was most definitely the type of person to just happily let the other party make all the decisions, but you wanted it to be something he’d like too.

♡ Assuming he’d agree, anyway…

♡ Regardless, you knew you had to try at some point.

♡ Nervously, you caught up to him, calling out.

♡ When the time came to ask, your mind was so scrambled.

♡ There you were, middle of the park, struggling to find your words even though just five seconds ago they were so well-prepared.

♡ And there Nagito was, just standing there, oh so patiently waiting.

♡ His face displayed no irritation, no judgement, just mere curiosity.

♡ You had to take a moment.

♡ “Y/N,” you heard him say, voice gentle, though prompting, “Is…Is there something you need?”

♡ You looked at him, analysing his features. You took in the way his eyes glistened as he squinted, hues of grey and green catching in the sun.

♡ Inhaling sharply, you stared back at him.

♡ Oh, he was adorable…

♡ Sheepish nerves clung to you as your head dipped, fumbling with your hands once the words began to come out.

♡ “Well, it’s not exactly a need,” you began, glancing back up at him meekly, “It’s…Well, for me maybe but…not in that kind of…”

♡ You took a moment, apologising.

♡ Nagito laughed at this, which only seemed to make you shoot back into silence.

♡ “What is it, Y/N?” he asked, neither threatening or impatient, just curious, gentle.

♡ “Nagito,” you swallowed your panic, raising your head, “I don’t know if this is the right way of approaching this topic but…”

♡ “But…?”

♡ “I really value you as a friend. I love your company so very much but…but recently I’ve been starting to ponder on some things.”

♡ You took a second, gathering yourself.

♡ “I really do enjoy the times we have together, Nagito. You’re wonderful, and it’s because of this that I was wondering, and you can say no, but I was wondering if you’d…”

♡ …

♡ “Would you like to go out on a date with me?”

♡ …

♡ You hung your head for a second, terrified, before hearing quiet laughter from in front of you.

♡ You slowly looked up, anxious to see his reaction, only to see that Nagito’s face was glowing.

♡ His lips had slowly grown into a relieved smile, flattery ever present through the red that adorned his pale skin.

♡ He looked at you softly, tilting his head, eyebrows dipped in a sympathetic manner.

♡ Overall he seemed…happy. Grateful, even.

♡ It surprised you, but as you looked at him, his laughter faded.

♡ With it, came a steady, but certain, nod.

♡ You felt yourself grin, the terror leaving your body.

♡ And Nagito seemed to know.

[phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings]

Protective at First Sight

Fandom: Tenet

Pairing: Ives and Reader (not necessarily a relationship but could be read as the beginning of a relationship or a friendship)

Plot: You’re out with your friend, when some guy starts hitting on you. Thankfully, Ives is there to help you.

Notes: this was inspired by the prompt: (…) at first sight by @flufftober . It was Day 9’s prompt for 2023.

This was my first time writing Ives.

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Read on AO3 here.

You were having an amazing night out with your friends. You went to the bar and got a new drink.

The bartender was mixing your drink when a guy who was standing near you got closer. A little too close, in your opinion, which made you try to sidestep him, but you accidentally bumped into the person on your other side. You apologised as the bartender came and gave you your drink.

With the drink in your hand, you moved to get away, but he locked you in. “Hello gorgeous,” he drawled. “What would it take for you to come home with me?”

“Please leave me alone.”

He either didn’t hear or didn’t care as he moved one of his hands to your waist, before moving it to your ass, squeezing it and pulling you closer. You winced and dropped your drink. You tried to step back and push him off you, but he pulled you even closer. “Get off me.”

“Excuse me,” a deep voice interrupted. You looked over and it was a military type man standing there, looking at the man. “Unhand her. She’s here with me.” He looked over at you.” “You alright, love?”

Using the surprise of the man, you managed to push him off and moved quickly to the military man. “Yes,” you whispered.

He gently pushed you behind him. “Leave now,” he growled at the other man.

“Look man, it’s just a misunderstanding. We were having fun, weren’t we, honey?”

He glanced over at you before he turned back to the man. “No, that’s not a misunderstanding. She was trying to push you away and even told you to get off her. Now. Leave.”

You felt movement near you and looked around to see other military types standing by your saviors side and even a couple behind you.

A few moments later, the man who saved you turned to you and looked down at you. “Are you alright?”

You started crying in relief as you got out, “yes. Thank you.”

“I’m Ives. I’m happy to be able to rescue you from that creep.”

You smiled as you gave him your name. He guided you to the table where the rest of his friends sat.

You looked around and couldn’t see the person you’d come with, which caused you to whisper, “Where did they go?”

“Who are you looking for?” You looked back over at him.

“My friend, I came here with them and I can’t see them anywhere.” You pulled your phone out and saw two notifications from your friend. When you opened it, it was a text reading, hey, saw you having fun with the man at the bar. Good on you. I found a guy too. See you in the morning.

You sighed, and looked down. “She left.”

“Your friend?”

“Yeah,” you said as you put your phone back, before looking up at him. “She thought I was having fun with the guy from the bar.”

“Not a very good friend. Only sending a message instead of checking on you and telling you in person.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I guess you’re right. They’ve always been a bit flaky.” You paused. “I think I’ll just-”

“Would you like to dance with me? We can make the best of a bad night. Or I can call a taxi or Uber, if you’d rather go home.”

“No, I’ll stay. I’d like to dance with you and maybe have some good memories to overpower the bad ones.”

He held out his hand and you took it. He led you onto the dance floor and the two of you stayed together until closing. He helped you get home, safe in the knowledge that he wouldn’t hurt you. When you got to your apartment building, he walked you inside to the elevator.

Both of you exchanged numbers, with him telling you, “if you ever need help again, use it. But definitely call or text me in the morning, I’d love to be your friend.”

“Just friends?”

“No. With my work schedule, it might be better to start off there though.”

“Alright. I’ll call you tomorrow. I’ll text first though. I’m free all day.”

“Good.” With that, he kissed your cheek, waiting until you were safely in the elevator before leaving. A few moments later, he received a message. It was from you, I had a great time. Thank you for helping me. I’m home safe now.

[laf-outloud]

Hi,

Here is the European Anon (or Troll as I am called at the moment). I would like to clarify a few things. I am a fan. Of the show, of the characters, of the two J's. That's the reason why the info about the contract could hurt me so much in the first place. Because this time it affected me myself. I've worked with stars who showed up to work (con) drunk. Who spent more time on Grindr than signing autographs. Who treated their Händlers like crap, while up front they were the loving, attentive star. You learn two things quickly in the businees. The manager is always right, and the star is never the bad guy. We had two guests from an equally famous CW show. The managers had agreed to a duo shoot. The problem was that they hated each other. In the sense of, we had to separate the two spatially, because otherwise it would have come to fisticuffs. The managers of both parties tried everything to make the duo shoot possible somehow and while one star finally agreed to get it over with "professionally", the other remained stubborn. The end? The duo was canceled with the reason "unforeseen scheduling difficulties" Well, sounds familiar? (No it's not Vampire Diaries, Paul and Ian are really like brothers, lol).

What you also learn very quickly. The fans forgive everything and the star is perfect in their eyes. No matter whether stars were bad-tempered, bitchy or sometimes even downright unfriendly, the fans always found an excuse for them, or in the end made us organizers responsible for it. Well, we can live with that, as long as people still pay for their tickets. At the end of the day it is a business.

Why am I writing this? So far it has never really affected me. For me, most of them are just people like you and me and I could deal with most of the stars in a really friendly or business way. But I've been a fan of Supernatural since the beginning. And then such an info is no longer professional but hurts.

I want to make it very clear that no SPN star I have ever dealt with has been unprofessional or unfriendly. Even though Misha's manager is a terrible woman, he himself was always polite to us as employees. And even from colleagues who have worked with J2 so far, there has never been a negative word.

That is why I was so looking forward to working with them. To be able to experience this famous friendship directly.

I am not so high in the hirachie that I get to read a direct correspondence of the management. I also can't say which Con I work for without risking my job. I know it's easier to make me out to be a liar than to accept that I might be right. I realize that and I can even understand that.

I've been sitting on this information for weeks, but who am I going to tell? Who believes me? I've talked to two close friends about it who are also fans and they didn't believe it either.

The trigger was the first reports from Charlotte. I have friends who are on site and yes, probably their euphoria and two glasses of wine on my part made me write to two people. Patrick (TFW) and LOL Jackles . Who I have found through Tumblr several times to be relatively fair and interested in facts. But there was no response. I was honestly taken aback by this, because even if they won‘t believe me, why not share the info anyway? Or at least respond to it? If there is nothing to what I say, then it could be quickly invalidated or? Unless the two know exactly that I'm right and are afraid of when it comes out.

I have written to you days later. you can look it up. I read post that you and others wondered why jared and jensen only come to different cons. That's why I thought, okay I'll send it again. I found your explanation of not posting it understandable and at least you didn't immediately ignore it. Thanks for that. that's also why I'm replying exclusively to you.

Again, I understand if you don't believe me. After all, I didn't want to believe my boss either. I thought he was just not willing to pay the 300 K (And that's what they cost each).

But now exactly what he said happens.

If I am telling the untruth, then why is Jared actually appearing at the same promoters (Monopoy Events, Entertainment Events Etc) on a different date than Jensen and always including Gen? And look at the line up of the English cons and tell me that you could not have paid Jared‘s fee to run various duo shots! If I'm lying, why is Creation now releasing the second convention for 2024 with only Jensen as headliner but not with Jared? It can't be the money, because Creation takes the same amount for the tickets as usual. And schedule difficulties during an official strike ? Hardly. You can call me a troll, but I am a fan as well, I know that you want to believe until the end that everything is good. But I just think the fans have at least a right to hear the truth. And that is that Jared's management will get away from creation cons in the future and will favor cons that Jensen doesn't attend.

Thank you for writing in, again. I'm sorry that because of the multiple asks, you've been classified as a troll. I've been on Tumblr long enough that I've seen multiple copy/paste asks and they most often are a troll, but I can see your reasoning. (I will say that TFW2.0 is a fan of Jensen first, so anything that could put him in a negative light will be summarily dismissed.)

I decided to post this response since your original ask seems to have been seen by multiple other people despite not being posted and I'll allow people to make up their own minds about what they want to believe.

I will say that Jared's absence from the con in July could be due to other reasons, like his standard summer vacation or birthday stuff, and June could be because he anticipates that they might be filming Walker into the summer, depending on how long the strike lasts.

When it comes to doing cons with or without Jensen, I know my initial response was regarding Jared's mental health, but it could also be a strategic business decision. Jared may want to distance himself from SPN (and Jensen) to open up other acting/producing opportunities. It's not always advantageous to just be known as "one of those guys from SPN." He's said before that he enjoys producing and I'm sure he knows Walker isn't going to last forever. An actor/producer's career shouldn't be defined by one role. He may also be promoting Gen to help increase her profile if they plan on producing together in the future. I'm sure there are some who, if they believe it's true, will take it personally, but it really may just be a business decision.

Either way, thank you for sharing. And if there are people who agree/disagree and decide to write to me with their rebuttals, please remember to do so respectfully. I won't post anything with accusatory language, insults, or outright dismissals.

[artemisdesari-blog]

You know what I miss? I miss "don't like, don't read" being the primary accepted attitude to fanfic spaces. I miss a time when people had to actively look for the things they did and did not want to see instead of an algorithm shoving echo chambers of like minded folks at us until that's all that we can see and hear. I miss the times when people looked at their internet space and curated it into what they wanted it to be rather than being told by the machine what it should be.

I miss people understanding that while fiction may reflect our reality, it only affects our reality if we allow it to. I read my first sex scene in a book when I was 13 (my mum read the first third, got bored and let me read it, the sex popped up about two thirds in), I had already encountered themes of SA in mainstream media before that, not to mention torture and murder just being an obliquely referenced thing in even kids programs at the time. I routinely read books which featured war and carnage, child endangerment and even heavily implied child assault/abuse, relationships with massive age gaps, abusive relationships, implied incest (by the time I was 10 everyone in my year group at school knew the story of Oedipus, and anyone who went through the Greek and Roman mythology stage got an eyeful of all of it, frankly), and relationships where the power imbalances were huge. Fanfic authors may explore the darkest sides of human nature, but mainstream media has been doing that for FAR longer than we have. If anything, in exploring it fanfic authors have also called it out far more than mainstream media does (looking at you, romcoms)

I miss people understanding that you cannot hurt a work of fiction: the characters aren't real people. Some of my earliest exposure to fanfic was in the early days of FFN, and then scouring the internet for fic which had not made it onto that central hosting site. Those were the wild west days, the days when people treated fanfic like published books and gave you a summary and not a lot else. At the risk of sounding like an eighty year old lady: you youngins today have no idea how good you have it. The tagging systems on AO3 (in particular) make it difficult to run into things you would prefer not to read about unless the writer has opted not to tag. Sometimes that's a simple oversight, sometimes it isn't, but most will tag for the most common triggers if they feature. And, quite honestly, if they don't you can ask them to tag it, but the back button also exists and should be used.

I miss people understanding that inter-generational friendships are actually pretty common and normal. I started work at 16, I made friends in my work place who were anything from 5 to 40 years older than me. I had my work mum, who watched my back when the early morning customers got a bit too flirty with my 16 year old self, my manager who was 12 years older than me but who gave me advice about boys my age and who could talk Star Trek and all other sci-fi with me for hours and who told the idiot who was 7 years older than me who asked me out to back off when I said no. They taught me a lot about life and navigating the world as an adult that I didn't learn from my parents or teachers or peers. They taught me about communicating with people older than me, and strangely about talking to people younger than me too.

I miss people understanding that the bad guys aren't fascinating because I agree with them. The bad guys are fascinating because they are the bad guy. What is their motivation? Do they even have motivation or are they just like that? There is a reason the bad guys get the juiciest lines. Would I want to encounter Darth Vader, or Hannibal Lecter, or any other popular evil character in a dark alley? Hell no. I wouldn't even want to bump into them in the middle of a busy street on a sunny day, but they are fascinating to read about and watch. They are fascinating to write. That doesn't mean I agree with any of the things their characters do, and I might only be playing with them, but someone else thought them up and imagined all of the awful stuff that they could do first. Why do fanfic writers get absolutely crucified for playing with them, when the creators are left in peace?

Look at it this way: I read IT when I was 14, I did not immediately go out and recreate a few of the more controversial scenes in that one. I read multiple books about 16, 17, 18 year old girls getting into relationships with men old enough to be their fathers, I didn't go out and start looking for a man that old to date. I don't murder and SA and pillage my way through the world no matter how many times it's come up in books and films and tv series. Reading about it doesn't mean I don't understand how terrible it is, but as I said at the start: reality is reflected in our media. How many films have been made about war? How many TV shows that deal with all manner of crimes? How many books that have characters which were abused as children? Or deal with incest?

So, if you really object to all the stuff you see in fanfic, how about you go out there and try to make things better for actual REAL victims, instead of attacking people who are simply writing about an imaginary figure? Especially when some of those people are the victims you claim to be trying to protect. Evil people have always existed, they exist now, they existed 100 years ago, they existed 1000 years ago. They certainly didn't need the internet to inspire them then, and they don't need it now either.

[kpop-stories-21]

Oh, How I Wish That Was Me

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader, Yeosang x Reader

Requested by: @sanjoongie

Word Count: 4.1k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU, Romance AU, Unrequited Love, Fluff, Angst

Content & Trigger Warnings: New model!Reader, Famous model!Yeosang, Barista!Wooyoung, strong language, hanahaki disease, jealousy, reader is completely oblivious, Yeosang is a bit stuck up, poor Woo is down bad, pining, poorly handled emotions, heartbreak, broken friendship, small blood and vomit warnings at the end

Summary: Lee Y/N has been Jung Wooyoung's best friend since they were toddlers, and his crush since they were in middle school. Wooyoung's other friends have urged him many times to just tell Y/N how he feels, but Wooyoung is too afraid of losing Y/N as a friend. One day a model named Kang Yeosang catches Y/N's eye, and everything begins to fall apart.

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Inspiration: "I Wish" by One Direction (title is from the lyrics)

This oneshot is my entry in @cultofdionysusnet 's Meet Me Under The Cherry Tree event

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"A person doesn't know true hurt and suffering until they've felt the pain of falling in love with someone whose affections lie elsewhere." - Rose Gordon

"Yah, Jung Wooyoung, wait for me!" You yelled breathlessly, struggling to keep up with the red-haired male's faster pace.

"Walk faster Y/N-ah!" He called over his shoulder with a teasing grin. "Last one inside has to pay for lunch!"

Breaking into a light jog, you hurried to catch up to your friend, but he was too far ahead and made it into the café first. Letting out a sigh, you slowed your pace a little so you wouldn't slip on an unseen patch of ice. Once you entered the quaint building Wooyoung greeted you with a bright smile.

"Look who finally showed up!"

Upon seeing your glare he burst into cackling laughter, prompting you to whack his arm repeatedly until he calmed down enough that the other patrons stopped staring at him.

"You're such an attention whore, I don't know how we're still friends." You said, only half serious. Wooyoung was an attention whore, but you didn't know how you'd have survived without him as your closest friend.

"You know you love it." He sassed. You just rolled your eyes and left it at that.

After the two of you ordered and received your food, Wooyoung spoke up.

"So, what's it like being a model?"

You felt the beginnings of a giddy grin lift your cheeks. "I love it! Don't get me wrong, it's demanding and stressful, but the fact that this is what I've always wanted to do makes it all worth it."

Pride filled Wooyoung as he listened to you gush about your job; how nice the other models were, how helpful your agent has been, and how much fun you had during the shoots. If only one of you got their dream job, he was glad the universe chose you. You'd worked so hard to get to this point, and you deserved to be this happy.

"Have you made any friends yet?" He inquired after both of you had finished eating.

You nodded enthusiastically. "I have actually! Seonghwa, my agent, introduced me to one of the company's top models. His name is Yeosang and he's actually a year younger than me, believe it or not. He's so hot I thought I was going to melt right then and there, but somehow I managed to keep myself together, and we hit it off right away!"

And there it was: the tightness that manifested in Wooyoung's chest every time you talked about a guy you were interested in. He knew he really didn't have any reason to be jealous when you weren't even aware of his feelings, but he'd liked you for so long that it was almost second nature at this point; you talked about a guy and he was automatically jealous. Most times he hid his reaction behind a joke or a change of subject, and today was no different.

"He's not hotter than me, is he?"

You giggled at the pout on Wooyoung's face and patted his hand reassuringly. "No one could be hotter than you Woo, but Yeosang's a close second."

Wooyoung's heart raced upon hearing you call him hot, but he managed to keep his composure.

"Whew, thank goodness." He said with a grin, wiping imaginary sweat from his forehead.

Your laugh was interrupted by the ringing of your phone. The call was from Seonghwa, so you answered it immediately and prayed that he had good news.

“Hey Hwa, what’s up?”

“I have some great news Y/N! Yeosang’s agent saw how well you two got along and has suggested having you do a shoot together.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. A brand new model doing a shoot with the company’s best was practically unheard of, but you knew better than to turn it down. This could be a needed spark to kickstart your own rise in the public eye.

“Wow, that’s awesome!” You exclaimed, lips breaking into a wide grin.

“It’s a wonderful opportunity.” Seonghwa agreed. “Are you able to come back to the company right now? Yunho wants to finalise the details as soon as possible.”

You nodded, then remembered he couldn't see you. “Yeah, I just finished having lunch with Wooyoung. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

You hung up and turned to Wooyoung with an apologetic smile. You absolutely hated how little time you had to spend with your friends these days, but you had known when you signed the contract how busy you’d become and you didn’t regret it one bit.

“Duty calls?” Wooyoung questioned.

“Yeah. Remember that model named Yeosang I was telling you about?”

Wooyoung nodded.

“Well, Seonghwa just informed me that Yeosang’s agent wants us to do a shoot together.”

“Wow. That’s pretty cool.”

“It’s a wonderful opportunity.” You told him, echoing Seonghwa. “This could really kick off my career.”

Wooyoung smiled warmly and stood to pull you into a tight hug. “Look at my bestie going places already. You won’t forget little old me once you’re all famous, will you?”

You laughed and lightly punched his shoulder. “As if. You’d never let me.”

Wooyoung’s grin turned mischievous. “True.You need somebody to keep you from getting the big head.”

You punched his shoulder again and grabbed your bag. “I should probably go before Seonghwa sends the cavalry after me. Call you later?”

Wooyoung pocketed his phone and followed you out. “Sure thing. Have fun!”

That evening Wooyoung was hanging out with his friends San, Mingi and Hongjoong when the subject of you and your modelling came up.

“Is she still enjoying it?” Hongjoong asked.

Wooyoung smiled fondly. “Yeah, she loves it. It’s so cute the way she can talk about it nonstop for as long as you let her.”

“You’re so whipped dude.” San declared. “I don’t know how Y/N hasn’t figured it out yet.”

Wooyoung’s smile faded a little. “She’s always been a bit oblivious to things like that…” He was silent a moment before continuing. “She told me today she’s met someone in her modelling company. Apparently he’s their top model and she kept gushing over how hot he was. Then right before we left her agent called saying this guy’s agent wanted them to do a shoot together.”

Hongjoong frowned. “She serious about him yet?”

Wooyoung shook his head. “I doubt it, she just met the guy.”

“You should tell her how you feel before she gets really involved with him.” Mingi advised, eyes looking slightly worried. “I hate seeing you mope around whenever she dates someone.”

Wooyoung sighed.”I don’t see the point. It’s unlikely she sees me as anything more than her best friend.”

“You won’t really know till you tell her though.” San pointed out.

Wooyoung just sighed again. “I’ll think about it. Can we change the subject please?”

The three friends exchanged a concerned look over Wooyoung’s head before complying and talking about other things.

A month passed with you and Wooyoung not getting to interact much at all. The photoshoot with Yeosang was a massive success, rocketing you up the ranks as countless brands and companies all fought for a chance to have you model their products.

Wooyoung looked through the released pictures because he knew you would ask his thoughts next time you saw each other, but every minute of it was absolutely painful. You looked so good with Yeosang, who was far more attractive than Wooyoung had imagined. The theme of the shoot was extremely romantic since Valentine’s Day was right around the corner, and the photographers had put you and Yeosang in multiple couple’s poses, even going so far as to have him kiss your cheek. It was all Wooyoung could do not to scroll through the pictures at the speed of light.

A few weeks after the photoshoot Wooyoung was working his usual shift at the café near his apartment when a familiar face appeared. Your style had gotten more polished and expensive since you’d become an ambassador for a couple of popular brands, but he still recognized you. He’d know that heart-stopping smile anywhere.

"Hey there stranger! Long time no see." He greeted you with a smile.

Your head shot up in surprise, probably forgetting this was his shift. “Oh my God, Woo! I totally forgot this was when you worked!” You slipped behind the counter to give him a hug.

Wooyoung laughed. “I don’t blame you one bit, Miss Superstar.”

You blushed at the nickname. Then suddenly, as if remembering something you’d forgotten to tell him, you turned and motioned for a figure near the door to come join you. The red-haired male hadn’t even noticed them at first, but as they came closer Wooyoung was met with none other than the very man who’d held you in his embrace for the whole world to see.

“Wooyoung, I’d like you to meet Yeosang. Yeo, this is Wooyoung. He’s been my best friend since we were little.”

Wooyoung’s teeth caught hold of his cheek as he fought to keep the smile on his face. “So this is the infamous Yeosang. I’ve heard a lot about you” He said, extending his hand. Yeosang shook it, expression unreadable.

“I’ve heard a great deal about you as well.”

God, his way of speaking was as smooth and formal as his looks. No wonder you looked at him like he’d hung the stars. Not for the first time, Wooyoung wished you would look at him like that.

“We’re having a well-deserved coffee date before the next batch of promotions rolls around and we get super busy again.”

Wooyoung tasted blood on his tongue as he bit deeper into his cheek. If you weren't currently busy, why hadn’t you asked to hang out or at the least dropped by his apartment? He’d never classed himself as a particularly clingy friend, but he would’ve liked to see or talk to you at least once after a whole month with little to no contact.

“I see.” Was all he said before asking what you and Yeosang wanted to order. The last thing he wanted was to let his feelings get the better of him and start a whole big fight right there in the café. He pretended not to see your confusion at how stiff he was being, or how one look from Yeosang had you smiling again within seconds.

As he moved about the back preparing things, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Changbin, a friend of his from highschool who also worked at the café.

“You okay?” He asked quietly.

Wooyoung shook his head. “No, but I’ll be alright. Not like I haven’t been through this before.”

Changbin felt for his friend. If didn't know how upset the redhead would get, he’d be very tempted to march right up to you and knock that obliviousness out of your head just so Wooyoung could stop hurting. But Wooyoung had begged Changbin and his other friends not to get involved, saying if he could still be friends with you it would be enough.

“You sure you’re good?” Chan, the café’s owner, piped up as walked over. “She’s never brought a guy here before.”

Changbin glared at the older man, whose ears reddened in embarrassment.

“Right, I’mma just keep my mouth shut and uh…go check our inventory!”

Wooyoung chuckled as he watched Chan flee his boyfriend’s wrath.

“I’ll be fine, Binnie. I promise.”

Changbin eyed him seriously. “If you would just tell her how you feel before they get really serious, you wouldn’t have to go through this again.”

Wooyoung examined his shoes disinterestedly as he repeated what he’d told the guys a month earlier. “I’ll think about it.”

Changbin's eyebrow rose, obviously seeing through the words, but he let Wooyoung go and didn't speak on it.

As he finished up the order for you and Yeosang, Wooyoung found his friend's words echoing in his head. Maybe they were right, maybe confessing to you would change things. It was worth a shot, right? At the very least you would understand why he'd never liked any of the boyfriends you'd had over the years.

The Cherry Blossom Festival was this weekend, he remembered, and decided that would be the perfect way to tell you how he felt. After all, didn't cherry blossoms symbolise new beginnings?

So when you came to get the tray from him, he stopped you.

"Are you free this weekend?" He asked.

"Yeah, schedules don't pick back up till next week. Why?"

"Since we haven't been able to hang out for a while, I was wondering if you would go to the Cherry Blossom Festival with me."

A sweet smile lit your face and Wooyoung felt his heart sing. "Of course Woo. I want to know about everything I missed!"

Wooyoung laughed and released the tray, watching as you returned to the booth with Yeosang. He said a silent prayer to any god who might be listening that things would go smoothly this weekend.

The next day Wooyoung was woken at an obscenely early hour by the ringing of his cell phone. He almost didn't answer it in the haze of being barely awake, but then decided to pick up in case it was you calling for something.

"Hello?"

"Good morning." A crisp, unfamiliar voice filled his ears. "I am trying to reach a Mr. Jung Wooyoung in regards to a job offer."

Wooyoung jolted into a sitting position, feeling suddenly wide awake. "This is Jung Wooyoung." He replied, heart pounding.

"Ah, excellent. Mr. Jung, my name is Lim Inseo and I am the principal of Minjeon Elementary School in Seoul. I am calling to inform you that your teaching application has been accepted and we have a spot waiting for you if you are still interested."

Wooyoung felt a thrill shoot through him, the elation stronger than any caffeine rush. There was just one problem: what if you accepted his confession this weekend? Your modelling career was finally kicking off, you couldn't just pack up and move with him to Seoul on such short notice.

It was with a somewhat heavy heart that he spoke into the phone. "That's wonderful news Mr. Lim. However, a possible conflict has sprung up since I applied for the position. I should know by this weekend if I will be able to accept, would that be too late?"

"Not at all!" Mr. Lim told him. "Classes don't start until next month, so you'll still have plenty of time to put together your lesson plans, should you accept. On behalf of the school, I look forward to hearing from you Mr. Jung. I hope you have a good rest of the day."

Once Wooyoung hung up, he sat on the edge of his bed with a wide grin. Maybe you wouldn't be the only one to get their dream job after all.

After work that day he met up with his friends at Hongjoong's place and told them the good news.

"That's great Woo!" San exclaimed, dimples on display as he grinned broadly.

"What about Y/N?" Chan and Changbin asked almost simultaneously.

"We're going to the Festival this weekend, and I'm gonna tell her. Depending on her answer, I'll either accept or decline the offer."

Cheers and whistles sounded from all of them, thrilled that Wooyoung was finally going to make his feelings known.

"I hope she says yes." Mingi declared. "Even if it means losing the teaching position, you deserve a happy ending as much as the rest of us."

Wooyoung felt his cheeks begin to ache from all the smiling and laughing he'd done that day. He couldn't remember the last time he'd truly been this happy.

Upon returning to his flat, he found a couple of missed texts from you and went to read them right away. The messages were short, just letting him know that Friday wouldn't work because another model had gone into early labour so you were covering her shoot that day. Saturday would still be free for you though, barring some last minute emergency.

Wooyoung texted back, letting you know Saturday worked fine for him and that he would see you then.

That night he slept soundly, his head full of the most wonderful dreams with you at the centre of each one. It seemed like his life was finally starting to come together, and for the first time in years he began to feel as if maybe, just maybe, you liked him as much as he liked you.

He'd give up his dream job a thousand times over if it meant getting to spend the rest of his life with you by his side, starting a family together and living happily ever after like the two of you were in one of those fairytales he'd heard as a kid.

When he awakened Saturday morning the whole thing felt almost too good to be true, as if any moment now he'd truly wake up and find all of this had been just another dream. He made a point not to think about what might happen if you rejected him. The last thing he wanted was to ruin his mood before anything even happened.

Wooyoung spent the morning lazing about, saving his energy for the time spent with you. At ten till four he began to get ready, knowing that it took 30 minutes to get from his place to yours, and another half an hour from your place to where the Festival was being held.

He put on a black button-up, black trousers and black loafers. Examining his reflection in the mirror, he smiled. He looked nice, but still casual. Grabbing his phone and wallet, he locked the door and began the drive to your apartment.

When Wooyoung pulled into the driveway, he found you standing in the doorway expectantly. You wore a pretty pink blouse and soft grey skinny jeans, with white sandals and a white bag completing the look. You looked amazing, and Wooyoung had to work hard not to just sit and stare at you.

You smiled at him as you slid into the passenger seat.

"Ready to go?" He asked. You nodded, and he began backing out of your driveway.

The drive to the Festival was, simply put, torture. Wooyoung had made the mistake of being polite and asking how Yeosang was, and for the entire half hour you spoke endlessly about how much you enjoyed spending time with him, how nice he was to you, and how he was constantly buying expensive things for you.

Every word was like another knife in Wooyoung's already wounded heart, and by the time he parked at the Festival venue he felt ready to fall apart. But the two of you were meant to have fun tonight, so he would do his best to make sure you didn't see his distress.

Despite how the evening began, things quickly began to look up. The Festival turned out to be quite fun, with attractions for people of all ages. By the time the sun went down you and Wooyoung had played several games, eaten delicious food from the food trucks, and participated in several cherry blossom themed activities. With the moon now overhead, there was only one thing left for Wooyoung to do: take you under the cherry blossoms and confess his feelings.

Standing under the many blossoms, now bathed in silver from the celestial lights, Wooyoung felt a surge of courage and opened his mouth to speak. But just then, you interrupted him.

"I know you have something you wanna tell me, I've felt you vibrating all evening, but I have something to tell you too and I'd kinda like to share mine first. If that's okay, of course."

Wooyoung swallowed hard, a pit of dread rising in his stomach. "Sure, go ahead."

You took a deep breath, then blurted out "Yeosang asked me to be his girlfriend!"

Pain. That was the first thing he felt when the words left your lips. The agony of a sensation akin to a thousand burning knives stabbing and tearing through his chest. He coughed, alarmed by the sudden lack of air in his lungs. Wooyoung sucked in a sharp breath, and the pain suddenly evaporated. Straightening, he looked into your concerned eyes and smiled weakly.

"Sorry, a bug flew into my mouth." Taking another breath, he added "I'm so happy for you Y/N. You two will make a great couple."

You smiled broadly. "Thanks. Now, what were you going to tell me?"

He couldn't go through with it now. He could not, in any good conscience, tell you he loved you when you had just become someone else's girlfriend. All he could do now was change what he told you and shove the feelings deep down like he'd always done.

"You remember when I applied for that teaching position? Well I, um, I got the job."

"Oh my God, really? Woo that's amazing! Look at us, both getting our dream jobs. Best friends indeed!"

Best friends. The words stung his ears like an angry wasp and he just wanted the earth to swallow him whole. Looking at the cherry blossoms all around, Wooyoung felt a cynical laugh bubble up in his throat. This was a new beginning alright, just not the one he'd wanted.

"Yeah, I'm excited about it. The only thing is that the school is in Seoul, which means I'll be moving soon."

"Awww I'll miss you." You whined, pouting a little.

"I'll miss you too Y/N." Wooyoung replied, though he wasn't entirely sure he really meant it.

Later that night, after dropping you off and returning home, Wooyoung filled his friends in via a group call while drowning his sorrows in some alcohol he'd found in the fridge. All his friends expressed their sympathy for him not getting to confess to you, and also their excitement over his new job. They all offered to help him pack over the next couple days and he immediately accepted, not wanting to be alone with his thoughts just yet.

Next morning he was awakened by Hongjoong gently shaking him. The older male's hands held some aspirin and a bottle of water, both a welcome sight to Wooyoung's hungover brain. Once the redhead was upright and coherent, Hongjoong smiled softly.

"Ready to start packing?" He asked.

Wooyoung emptied the water bottle and nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Three years later

Wooyoung let out a sigh as he entered the small apartment, dropping his keys and briefcase on the counter as he reached up to remove his glasses and loosen his tie.

The children had been more rowdy than usual today, and he was quite ready for a break. Running a hand through hair that was now black as night, he headed to his bedroom for a warm shower and a change to some comfier clothes.

He'd kept close contact with his friends over the years, and maintained some semblance of friendship with you as well. He never gave up hope that things would end up not working between you and Yeosang, so that he could finally tell you how he felt.

Stretched out on the couch, Wooyoung began to scroll through Instagram, liking his friends' pictures as he caught up with the day's news. And then he saw it.

The picture was of your own slender hand, a gorgeous diamond ring decorating the fourth finger. Below it you had added the caption "I said yes!"

It was at that moment that Wooyoung knew for sure: you would never be his.

Pain. It was just like the pain he'd felt under the cherry blossoms all those years ago, only this time it was much worse. He felt something clawing at his throat and the urge to vomit rose within him. He raced to the bathroom, feeling as though he was being torn apart from the inside.

Crouched over the toilet, Wooyoung began to heave and heave until the pain subsided. When he could breathe again, he leaned over to see what had caused such torment and felt his whole body go cold.

There, filling the toilet bowl almost to the brim, was a mass of flower petals and thorny vines. He knew exactly what it meant, and it was yet another confirmation that you and he would never be.

"Hanahaki disease." He muttered, voice raspy from the abuse of the thorns. Dribbles of blood decorated his lips as he smiled wryly. "Three years was good, I guess. My only regret is never telling Y/N I loved her. Maybe in our next life things will be different."

Having made his peace with things, Wooyoung stood to his feet and went to tell his family and friends that he was dying.

[alexjcrowley]

You know what I am fucking tired of inly talking of anglophone media on here

I am URGING everybody who see this post to watch the I Can Quit Whenever I Want trilogy (in italian: Smetto quando voglio) and I am going to convince you to watch it because it's hilarious and it's good and its only sin is not being an american/british product. (Also I found out there's a Spanish movie inspired by it, but I am talking about the italian trilogy).

Take Breaking Bad. A college neurobiologist professor desperately needs money, so he decides to start making drugs. Because he is a genius, though, he creates the formula of a new drug that, being new, isn't technically illegal. You follow me?

Okay, now let's give it a Ocean's 11 twist. To create and sell these drugs, Neurobiologist Professor needs the help of a few friends. These friends are all brilliant laureates, with several PhDs, who, due to corrupt state of Italian academia, are forced into minum wage jobs: you got two latinists working at a gas station, a chemist washing dishes at a Chinese restaurant, an anthropologist pretending to be an ignorant so he will get hired for low-budget jobs (yes, him having a degree in anthropology is actually making it harder for him to be hired), an archaeologist who supervises road work and, my personal favourite, an econmic professor who loses more than wins money at poker.

They're a bunch of disillusioned adults, well in their 40s, who were brilliant and were let down by their country's academia, that hires people based on political affiliation and recommendations rather than actual merits. All they're trying to do is better their pretty miserable lives and fuck the system that fucked them.

And that's just the premise of the first movie. It's a comedy, it's a mafia movie, it's a Shawshank Redemption parody, you got drugs, objectively badass villains, political humour, chases, jumping from moving trains, more and more wild characters adding up (all with their special academic field, you might as well create your OC based on your major). It's like if Guy Ritchie directed Breaking Bad but all of the characters were played by the male cast of The Office.

The third movie is one of the few movies that made me cry not at the end, but at the start. I don't even wanna spoil but there's a story of friendship and revenge for the ages. I could talk about it all day.

I want to be honest, these three movies aren't very politically correct- and I use the expression in a positive way. Sadly there are some stereotypes portrayed in the movies (the first especially), but I still think they're very valid products.

So please, please, even if it's not in English, give it a try. You won't regret it. Here's the link to watch it (there are subtitles in a lot of language on this site, not just english)

Here you got the trailer

And here is the way the movie starts, I translated it in English.

"In Italy, a drug to be defined as such must be registered in the list of illegal molecules of the Ministry of Health. Cocaine, heroin, amphetamines, methadone, ecstasy and roughly 200 other molecules are part of that list. If a molecule is not in that table then you can produce it, you can take it, but above all you can sell it. At 24 I graduated in neurobiology with honors, I have a master's degree in computational neuroscience and one in molecular dynamics. In recent months I have formed a gang that manages a turnover of hundreds of thousands of euros, I am accused of manufacturing and dealing in drugs, armed robbery, kidnapping and attempted murder. My name is Pietro Zinni... and I'm a university researcher."

[zalrb]

Dawson, Lucas, Dan: ranking from best to worst with a couple of words on what makes one better or worse than the others.

All three being the pretentious nice guy archetype

The ranking can be about them being a better character or you liking them more. Your choice

(I don't know why I love Dan and despise the other two)

I don't know why when I saw Dan, I thought you meant Dan from OTH and I was like, why would Dan be in this? And then I had to be like OH, they mean Humphrey!

So, this is an interesting question... I think I have to work out how I feel about them first.

The thing about how I view Dawson is that yes, he's insufferable, yes, he's self-centered, yes, he pisses me off but he is the most human character to me out of all three of them? Like, I knew Dawsons in high school (except it was white boys and their music and their guitars and not movies)

Dawson really is that teen boy and he acts like he's fifteen/sixteen/seventeen etc. which actually makes me less hard on him than other characters (and less hard on a lot of the DC characters in general) because I just feel like I'm watching an actual insufferable teenager, like I feel like I'm watching actual growing pains, of course the issue is that Dawson doesn't change.

I also think James Van Der Beek managed to convey something that Chad physically can't do (unless he's across from Sophia) even though Lucas is supposed to have that same quality as Dawson just more brooding

Dan ... oh, Dan. The thing about Dan other than the fact that teenage Zal loved Dan is that he actually has some charisma because Penn is charismatic, that's how come he had to tell everyone in season 1 of You that Joe, the serial killer, is a bad person. It's just Dan's charisma is pretentious, sardonic charisma where Penn's delivery can be very dry but also very funny but also, Dan, you're an ass, and the chip that he does have on his shoulder that comes out in sarcasm actually makes sense in the context of things that he had to put up with in school and from the other characters. Plus he can have self-deprecating humour in at least the delivery if not the actual dialogue

and despite the fact that he is actually a terrible writer, which is one of my favourite things about Gossip Girl, he does love "culture", he does love art and literature and cinema and music in a way that doesn't make me want to punch him in the face. And when we get to see more of that side of him it's in relation to Blair who challenges him about his taste so it actually comes across as less pompous because he's getting shit for it

Of course, the more the series goes on, the worse he gets as a character.

Lucas is ... lmao. Oh, Lucas. So, the thing about Lucas is that he's terrible. LOL. And the show actually does acknowledge his faults to a certain extent except it's not framed as faults with the character, it's framed as mistakes he made

because it's supposed to be the hero's journey of Lucas losing his way and then finding it again so he's fundamentally meant to be this kind and loving and compassionate good person

and it's like, Lucas, you cheated on Brooke with her best friend and when Peyton was like, I really need to protect my friendship with Brooke, you slept with Nicki despite waxing poetic about how much you loved Peyton then you left town without saying bye to Brooke or Peyton and just wrote a cowardly letter, YOU COULDN'T EVEN GIVE THEM TWO SEPARATE LETTERS then you came back to town and started dating Anna who lives next door to Brooke only to realize that you're in love with Brooke who is sleeping with Anna's brother, so you break up with Anna then go over to Brooke's house RIGHT NEXT DOOR to confess your love and then don't and then you do confess FIVE MINUTES BEFORE BROOKE IS LEAVING TOWN then you spend so much time pursuing Brooke and telling her that you love her but then you actually supposedly love Peyton and then you break up with Peyton because she wouldn't marry you, get drunk and try to sleep with Brooke and when that doesn't work, you get engaged to your editor and are actually going to marry this woman even though you're supposedly cosmically in love with Peyton the entire time????? You are a fucking MENACE. LEAVE WOMEN ALONE.

Not to mention the slut shaming and the "I can fix her" attitude and Chad is too... Chad

to be the kind of soulful, brooding, poetic, profound, conflicted hero Lucas is meant to be so he looks disingenuous outside of the sweet/sincere Brucas scenes and a couple of moments with Haley, so Lucas is kind of just like a pedestrian fuck boy and we're supposed to pretend otherwise?? And that makes him hilarious to me but also annoying?

So this is all to say it goes:

Dan

Dawson

Lucas.

[stuckinapril]

hey girl… may I ask for advice? sorry to dump this on you, feel free to ignore of course! I just don‘t know where to put this right now and it‘s been eating at me for the past two months

I met a guy around 8 months ago and we instantly connected really intensely and even fell in love in a really short amount of time (obviously all of that was based on very brief interactions and didn‘t have anything to do with actual love but it was still nice and i felt like something could grow from it), however due to our personal circumstances we decided to be friends. The last time I saw him was 7 months ago. We ended up making out that night. The next morning he made it very clear he didnt want a relationship and i didn’t either. We kept texting every day and i asked to see him again but when we finally managed to find a day to hang out he would cancel the same day because he wasn‘t feeling well mentally (which I would never judge or question because I have my bad weeks too) but this happened like 5-6 times and I felt like he just didnt want to see me again, or at least it wasn’t important to him right now. I involuntarily pulled back from our texting relationship over the summer because of work but still it was always me except for one time who was asking to hang out. Then I started actually pulling back because I was hurt from him rejecting me all the time. At this point it’s not even just about the romantic feelings, I feel like we’re not even friends anymore. I feel stuck, I feel myself wanting to pull back and I feel stupid when he rejects me being nice to him (we always tease each other but he used to be more caring and accept care from me too). I want to be there for him and let him know that I‘m not going anywhere (because i’m not, i want him in my life) but at the same time i notice myself falling into an obsession because of him being so inconsisent. Do you think I can take a step back without losing him and abandoning our friendship entirely? I don‘t want to make a big thing out of it because I know he‘s been very busy working but then again it‘s not too much to want to see him once in 7 months and I made time for him when i was drowning in work. I wonder what happened or what has changed for him. I just don‘t know where to put all of this care that I have for him

reading your ask gave me deja vu bc i went through every single phase you’re describing w my ex. hell, i was going through it as late as october. your feelings are valid. your feelings are really valid and raw and i deeply relate to every single thing you’re saying. but that’s why i need to bluntly tell you—there is no future friendship (or relationship, for that matter) to be maintained with this man. just trust me on this. i went through the “maybe we could be friends!!” phase too. i so badly wanted him to stay in my life too. it didn’t work. it won’t work for you either. you need to go no contact. absolutely cut him out of your life. you will not move on any other way.

how do i know this? bc that’s the only thing that really, truly helped me. you’re going to feel withdrawals at first. it’s literally like a dopamine fix. the moment you remove him from your life, the chemicals in your brain will go crazy. they so badly crave the presence of this person. but is what he’s giving you even a presence? y’all have literally not seen each other for 7 months. imagine all the other guys you could have met in that time. imagine the opportunities lost. 7 billion people in this world, and you’re stuck fixating on this person who’s giving you breadcrumbs. literal breadcrumbs. it’s seriously time to consider you.

but this is not sustainable. it’s damaging. it’s hard to believe, but this man is neither the cause nor the solution to your pain. even if he were prevalent in your life, this would not fix the root issue—which is that so much of your happiness is attached to this person. you’re dependent on him. you can’t need a person. you can want them, but you can never need them. you need to detach and find yourself. that’s what i had to do as well. back when i was going through the thick of my breakup, it seemed crazy to me not to have him in my life. i genuinely thought he enriched it. but if he was truly the only source of enrichment, did that mean i was living a full life to begin with? a person shouldn’t be the only reason i find my days exciting. i should be the only one responsible for my emotions—and if a person walks out, i should be fine. it shouldn’t consume me. that’s not healthy. that’s a problem.

i reiterate: it wouldn’t even matter if he was the best companion you could’ve asked for. the simple fact of the matter is you’re relying way, way too much on another person for happiness and fulfillment. this is something you need to go through alone.

you need to cut him off. i was in denial about this too. you may be for a while as well. but all keeping him in your life, in any capacity, will do is hurt you. this is not the behavior of a man who cares or wants to be helped. and people simply can’t be fixed. only they can give themselves the permission to be better. your only option—for the sake of you—is to walk out, endure the pain, grow from it, and fulfill yourself without needing someone else. i swear. i have been there so many times. that’s the only thing that will help.

[fanstuffrantings]

In your version in this AU: how would used team CRDL more in this story?

I read the volume one part about jnpr so far: other then that any other interaction between the other teams or focus on the team?

I have thought about it. And hopefully my thoughts are coherent enough.

I think they'd slowly integrate into the jnpr/rwby friend group. My ideal scenario for doing this would include an additional volume within Beacon. In general I'd like an additional Beacon Volume, so any notes I make are made with that in mind. This is also a hefty one so under the cut:

To start Volume 1 Jaune managed to convince JNPR to have lunch with them and I feel like at this point Pyrrha has a soft enough spot for Jaune that she's willing to strong arm Cardin into making his team agree. It's awkward, Ren and Dove are the only two with a pretty good dynamic due to them and Blake having a study group. But any one else on team CRDL who speaks to Ren is met with a cold shoulder and simple answers, Nora hates whoever Ren does because she's ride or die, Pyrrha simply doesn't find them interesting enough to care about, and Jaune is trying desperately to bridge a gap.

Their real bonding comes from finding out that apparently team RWBY got involved with getting a lead on who has been robbing dust shops. This is the moment where both JNPR and CRDL are bitter that some random new guy and a weird girl got in on the chaos but they were left out entirely.

During the dance instead of asking Ren for advice courting Weiss, he's trying to figure out how to ask Pyrrha on a friend date to the dance (unaware of his own feelings and ream CRDL gets group messaged about helping out. Cardin and Russel show up because they have nothing to do. So Ren who can't really stand most of the group, Nora who hates whoever Ren does, and half of team CRDL are stuck in a dorm room together trying to help Jaune. We run into the problem where not a single person in this group knows how to ask out women.

For Cardin's general Beacon arc it's him learning to manage his pride and unwillingness to take criticism. He's team leader and the expectation from him is that they respect him enough to do what he says. Being a team player in general is his weakness so to combat this we get Ruby deciding to start making weekly team leader meetings to check in on how everyone is doing and open a space for advice and help. First few don't go great, Pyrrha (leader in this version) spends a fair amount of time hitting Cardin with a smile that could kill, and Cardin pretends to be unbothered despite being terrified of her. He's the reasons the meetings end when they do because he'll find a reason to storm off in a huff.

The main instigator for his change will be the group outings everyone goes on during volume 2. CRDL isn't exactly a well oiled team at this point and this outing proves that with things going south and Sky gets hurt. Realizing he's been pretty bad at acting as leader Cardin starts trying to listen more and direct his team in a way that they can understand his intentions.

Study groups with Dove, Ren, and Blake lead to one of the only non-rwby centric friendships Blake has before the fall of Beacon. Through these conversations with each other we begin to see how well all of them know their teams and they themselves realize how important their teams are to them even if they are more closed off. Dove also I think has a pretty deep respect and admiration for Pyrrha that he doesn't talk about since he's more militaristic. I do also like the idea of him being very focused on the dust robberies around town, tracking any spikes. He himself won't investigate, it's against the rules, but his data does help team RWBY.

Sky and Yang I think actually don't like each other. At least not at first, Sky's opinion is what his team does is none of his business they just got stuck together. Yang thinks a team's connection is super important. They end up working on the dance with Weiss and a bunch of other students and this work is what ends up altering the dynamics to something more positive. Out of the group him and Russel don't get along at first on account of him enjoying to have flare when he fights, that and him not having as much history in proper Grimm combat as the rest of his team means he's a bit of a coward and has to grow from that. He is not very keen on following orders and his lack of respect for Cardin as his leader is part of how he gets hurt on the outing. A bit of a teachable moment for him to even if he's annoyed having to learn from it.

And Russel I personally view as the youngest of CRDL and the one who is closest to Cardin. During the landing practice he and Cardin get partnered and he's not quick to trust people but bonds with Cardin pretty fast since Cardin proves himself to be capable and very skilled in combat. Something Russel has respect for as survival is his life. Cardin's original disdain for Jaune's weakness was another thing Russel would've approved of leading him to join in tormenting Jaune. That said he's also mostly bark no bite so when he's without Cardin I see him mostly glaring and quiet. JNPR and RWBY both find him pretty chill on his own.

These would be the overarching narratives I'd give them mixed in with interactions with other teams. I'd love to set up matches and characters prior to the tournament fight so once we get in there we're excited for where things go. A few extra fights with CRDL as a team also can show us how they got to the doubles round in the tournament.

Largely I want to make sure by the fall of Beacon we know that Cardin is a leader who cares about his team and knows how to lead them even if he still has room to grow. Team CRDL and every team caring about each other is what matters. During the fall CRDL would be the group helping get civilians to safety and combating Grimm. They wouldn't be cowards but they would get separated.

When all is said and done, like Weiss, Cardin's family comes to collect him. With beacon falling they expect him to focus on being the company heir. And out of everyone, Russel isn't counted for. For six months Cardin has no clue how anyone at Beacon is, not beyond what the news shows. His team potientially scattered to the winds and he has no clue where they are and in that time he doesn't even know if his friend is dead or not. Dove is probably in Atlas if he came home is all Cardin knows.

He and Weiss see each other at the party her father throws and he looks rough. Lost weight. Not sleeping. He's pretty much stopped fighting because he feels like a complete failure. Weiss heads off. He doesn't. We don't see him again until the group makes it back to Atlas.

Dove did return to Atlas. And he as well isn't seen until the group makes it to Atlas, he's followed in his families footsteps and requested to be trained by the military, transferring into the school. He doesn't have a team and it makes things difficult but with the state of the world, Ironwood seems the type to welcome more trained hunters. No one would turn away the best fighter on CRDL. Ren and Blake are the most happy to see him, they were pretty close after all.

He is content following whatever orders are given because he was there when Beacon fell and knows the risk. He wouldn't be aware of Salem, however. He's not part of the inner circle. But his skills had him working towards Ironwoods good graces. His friendship with the teams means he's ultimately one of the first to agree to help them and go against Ironwood's wishes. He'd start assisting people in the lower city when things go south and be on standby with Robyn's group to start the evacuation. During this evacuation is when him and Cardin see each other for the first time, and its not exactly a reunion they can stay in, but there is clear happiness.

Sky would be from around Vacuo so he doesn't reappear until that arc. Without knowledge of what happens I can't say for sure but in his down time I think he's taken to hanging out with team SSSN and CVFY as well as any other Beacon groups who made it there.

And I'd also probably plan for Russel to be there as well, with the grim situation in Vale getting worse Sky offers him the chance to go to Vacuo with him, recuperate from injuries during the battle that very nearly killed him, and find hopefully some safety even for a bit. His former mountain town likely being one of the first things abandoned/wiped away during the new grimm incursion.

My hope for Volume 10 is some focus on SSSN and CFVY so a CRDL proper reunion at this point with team RWBY (and JNR if Nora replaces Weiss in volume 9) would allow for secondary teams to get more proper attention.

There are potientially things I'd alter if I were to properly script things but this is the general plot progression ideas I had rattling around recently.

[whatamibutaperson]

rant time!!! this is gonna be ALL about adventure time so strap in and listen!! (spoilers ahead)

i have been watching adventure time for literally all my life. probably since it first came out in 2010. and that fact i finally finish the series 13 years later is just. wow.

building off of that. i am so attached to these characters that i just broke down when i finished the series. like in distant lands during episode "together again" i just started sobbing. like these characters that i have loved my whole life are now dead and ahh!! it hurts so much!!!!! and finn and jake had one last adventure together fighting off literal death before being reincarnated and forgetting all of their memories as finn and jake :(. also and thats another thing!!! the fact that they have always found each other after death and gotten reincarnated together is just so !!!!!! their bond is brotherly which leads me to another point

i will probably never have a relationship like finn and jake. im a girl, with no brothers, so that means probably no brotherly bonds, especially ones you grow up developing and stuff. even despite that, ill probably never have a friendship like theirs' either which is so sad :(((((

ill also never have adventures like theirs either!!! like in modern times growing up in a treehouse with a magic dog, a mini robot, and surrounded by candy people is not likely to happen. even without all the magical stuff, just having adventures like them fighting off bad guys and stuff will never happen :(

my favorite character is bmo and let me tell you why! first, bmo is genderless throughout the entire show, which is amazing! and bmo is literally like the character who has saved multiple worlds from collapsing while still managing to build relationships and have a childlike attitude to things!! like amazing job bmo!!! also the sounds bmo makes while moving around are so nice. the little clickity clacks while he moves around is so calming! and the whole thing with football is a little weird but its so cute because you know bmo will always have a friend no matter where he goes!!

i feel incredibly guilty and bad because i messed up rewatching the show :(. i was watching it on hulu, which doesn't have the very last episode. i of course didnt know this and watched all of distant lands before the last episode of the series. i just kinda thought the show wanted the viewer to interpret what happened in the mushrooms wars their own way. and i suppose it worked out kinda, like for the dl episodes BMO, and the pep. butler one it works out because those dont necessarily build off of the finale. but for obsidian and together again its kinda crucial to watch the finale, especially for obsidian. like you need to know that marcy and bonny made up and became girlfriends in the finale before watching obsidian where they are suddenly gfs and kiss (which is just so good and i love they finally got together!!), and also why simon is suddenly no ice king anymore. and for together again, i would consider it important to just watch the finale and know that jake didnt die some horrible death during the mushroom wars, rather dying of old age like finn, plus its just kinda normal to watch the finale of the series before watching the two main characters die.

okay i think thats all for now but if i need to add something on i absoutely will!!!

[stoookes]

Hi :)) So i saw the ask wondering who Virat was saving the #1 spot for, if not AB, in the video they made Virat do, blind ranking teammates he’s had and not that it really matters but I’m fairly sure he was saving it for MS Dhoni (AB and MS have been his two fixed answers when asked for favourite teammate/batting partner/friend since forever).

Virat and Rohit aren’t as close really, from what I’ve seen in my years as an ICT fan. There’s definitely a lot of respect and a close, healthy workplace friendship but that’s all it is- a workplace friendship born out of all the years they’ve spent at the top of the indian team and the knowledge that they need to work together as the senior-most players, the spearheads of the team. As a matter of fact, the fan focus on “RoKo” is fairly recent too, their relationship/on field interactions have been in the spotlight so much only in the aftermath of Rohit replacing Virat as captain because of the crazy amounts of speculation about bad blood between them which there isn’t but they aren’t the kind of friends Virat is with, say, Ishant Sharma, Nehra, Shikhar Dhawan or KL.

In fact, as a general rule, (and very interestingly, to me) Virat’s much closer to the guys he represented Delhi on the national stage with (Shikhar, Ishant) and his RCB teammates (AB, Zaheer Khan, Maxi, KL, Faf, Nehra) than he’s been other India teammates. MS is the exception but even that is more respect than friendship now since MS retired from international cricket- most Indian pundits and Virat himself credit MS for giving Virat the opportunity to cement his place on the Indian side despite his temperamentality as a rookie and then helping him become the captain he did. He’s always been closest to Shikhar, Ishant, KL, Zak and AB in terms of friendship off the field- Shikhar and Ishant he grew up with in the Delhi team and are most similar to him, Zaheer helped him through his relationship problems when the media was dragging him through the mud for it & they’ve been close ever since, KL (as we like to joke) was his first baby, the first guy he took under his wing and AB is the one he goes to, in his own words, for everything- batting advice in the middle of tournaments (only to get told to “just watch the ball” lmao), BCCI management being crap to him, fatherhood, captaincy pressure. Not saying Virat doesn’t get along with the Indian team, of course, because he is extremely friendly and a social butterfly who loves and thrives on being around people, but it’s fairly widely accepted that there’s only a few of all those people he connects with on a personal level beyond cricket.

(Sorry this got really crazy long but I’ve been really enjoying the Virat discourse on your blog because the VK fanbase so sorely lacks it and just wanted to put in my two cents, feel free to disagree, of course :) )

No that's actually really interesting, thanks for sharing!