#i wish i had the time to watch it two more times...ughhhhh

[spicedmilk3]

J<st watched Lisa Frankenstein. Can't wait for the DVD to come out. Purely delightful.

[elsweetheart]

More of coworker!Ellie please! I am a waitress and costumers can be so rude sometimes… that one you just posted literally made me cry, wishing I had an Ellie to defend me and cheer me up :(

If you don’t want to it’s fine tho, don’t worry <3

nooo don’t cry!!!!!!!! i used to be a waitress n i know the struggles trust me !!! (lovingly throws these coworker!ellie hcs your way)

• so you’re a waitress, and ellie is a host and occasionally a bartender. those are her paid jobs. however, she ends up somehow being a security guard every single time a rude customer shows up. okay, maybe just your own personal security guard.

• the other waitresses can handle their business, and of course you can too — but she can see how frightened and upset you get every time a customer raises their voice at you and she cannot just stand there. instantly, she’s sliding infront of your body with a glare, flagging down security with her free hand. “out. this isn’t the kinda place you can direspect the waitresses, so respectfully— uh, bye.” she nods to the exit.

• she wants to tell them to get the fuck out. wants to tell them that if they ever raise their voice at you again it’ll be the last time they ever speak. but, she likes her job. she likes being able to keep an eye on you and protect you.

• if it’s not clear, she’s like — in love with you.

• always getting distracted by how pretty you look flouncing around, smiling at your usuals. she even thinks you look adorable when the place gets busy and you get that little stressed pout on your face, running back and fourth to the kitchen with your little notepad.

• purposely takes her breaks at the same time as you so the two of you can hang out, gossiping about customers (and your other coworkers tbh cos working at a restaurant there’s always gonna be drama.)

• like i mentioned before, always bringing u to the back room when she sees u get upset because of a customer / your mean boss and calms u down. “hey, hey, hey. eyes on me, babe. you’re doing good out there, okay? i know it’s hard. you’re doing so good. don’t let ‘em see you cry, yeah? those assholes don’t deserve to know that they got to you.” whilst she’s holding your face keeping ur big teary eyes on hers :(

• she knows ur rota off by heart bc she schedules to work on all the days u do 🤭 and if u don’t show up to ur shift or take a sick day or something she’s instantly texting u like ‘Where are you????’ and she’s just like ughhhhh bc working shifts without u is soooo long and boring !!!!

• always dropping by u and making u laugh if she can see u getting a little stressed. you’d be wiping up a table and she’d just walk behind you and quietly go “hey. table 53 looks like mr incredible. bye.” and walk away leaving u giggling 😭

• if it’s busy, and hard to get around eachother around the restaurant floor, she’ll do that thing where she has to get past behind u and will put her hands on your hips / waist and basically press herself against u like “‘scuse me.” in her low drawl and she doesn’t know what she’s doing when she does it, she’s just used to doing it to make sure u don’t back into her but it always makes ur heart beat reaaal fast :))))

• loads of ur co workers already think you’re dating, or secretly dating, or whatever. they see right through the whole ‘just friends’ thing, constantly trying to encourage the other one to ask eachother out !!!!!

• doing a closing shift with her on a pretty empty night, her shift ended a few hours ago but she stays with u, sitting at a table as u chat to her, sweeping up around u and occasionally tending to the few random lone tables of people having a late night meal. she loves to just sit n watch u :(

• sometimes she even offers to drive u to work / pick u up. “ellie are you sure? that seems like a lot of effort…”

“nah, don’t even worry ‘bout it. it’s on the way, so i might aswell, ya know?”

• it’s definitely not on the way during her route, but she’ll take the extra ten minute detour anyday just to see you smiling n looking pretty in her passenger seat <333

[frannyzooey]

Ugh listen listen! So I’ve been slowly watching TLOU again and the other day I watched ep 3 and obviously it’s emotional enough on its own but this time it made me think about SDLN! I know you’ve mentioned before you’ve had parallels between Bill and Frank’s story with what Joel and reader go through and ughhhhh just the two of them isolated finding love in each other in a world where they didn’t think that was possible anymore—it’s so beautiful.

I don’t know how much more of the story there is so it might not get to this but now I’m wondering if their relationship changes at all when they inevitably leave the cabin and are around other people again. Like if they go to somewhere like Jackson, the community itself is safe so Joel doesn’t really have to be the protector yknow? Anyway I’m sure they’ll stay very much in love and I’m so excited to meet their little one ❤️

And happy anniversary to you 🎉🎉

When I started planning this series, I was halfway through writing the first chapter when that episode aired and while I didn't watch the show live, I remember seeing the gifs and being like "oh my god? they are living what I plotted??"

Finding love in such an isolated setting that allows for healing is the only goal I have ever had for this story, and to know you see that in there means the world. ❤

I am really excited to share the rest of the story with you - but, I don't think there would be any situation in which Joel would not be a default protector. He's lived almost his entire life that way: since having Sarah at such a young age, since being a single father for 14 years, since being thrown into a world where he would have to do brutal things in order to survive and keep the people he loves safe. I think no matter what Jackson may be like (keep in mind, they have no idea) he will always be a protector - especially to a brand new baby: someone so defenseless in this brutal world, but also his second chance at fatherhood and a new life. ❤

Thank you, both for this and for your sweet anni wishes 🥰

[seoafin]

i just finished the last the bear episode…..wow so many thoughts they ate truly wow like the bear is just so fucking good. AND IM GLAD U AGREE ABOUT CLAIRE PRETTY GIRL BUT SO FUCKING BORING AND U KNOW WHAT SYD N MARCUS R ALSO BORING AS SHIT TOGETHER love them separately tho but omg richie…richie man richie made me wanna cry when he kept telling carmy he loved him while carmen was dogging the shit outta him in that freezer ughhhhh i love my bf i literally love him so much i have main character loving syndrome and omg mikey when he was throwing those forks at saul goodman would u be down to like talk more in depth on ur thoughts of the final episode and the season overall and how hot carmen and his brother r n how amazing it would be feel to get a train ram by both of them. also u think carmens got some kind of ocd? i love my obsessive compulsive boyfriend so much

spoilers for the bear s2

yeah i had to skip the claire scenes because it was just SO boring. syd and carmy have that chemistry and connection i rlly hope this is a slowburn type of situation because i can really see the two of them together. also i love marcus but not with syd. really wish the writers didn't give marcus the unrequited love trope with syd because they genuinely work better as friends encouraging each other rip. hope the next season sees them working better together as friends bc i love marcus he deserves the world.

RICHIE RICHIE RICHIE HIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!! he just wants a place to belong and i think he's been trying to carve that little space out for himself whether that be in the bear family or the restaurant or literally his OWN family....i get why he was so defensive over carmy coming and changing everything in the restaurant....it meant that he'd be the odd one out again. he'd be displaced and forced to find another place to belong. so so glad he came through in the end with all the orders. i hope the restaurant finally makes him content!! also richie screaming to love story in the car HE'S SO REAL.

while not every semi side character had the spotlight this season i think this season rlly did tina and marcus soooo good. loved seeing tina flourish and come into her own a chef. her smile....so lovely. i loved seeing marcus in coppenhagen like will poulter should NOT be looking that fine kneading bread. but somehow.

but like i said i simply did not care about the claire scenes i literally would have taken any other character getting screen time especially since carmy broke up with her anyway. would've loved seeing more syd and her dad tbh.

im so glad this season finally elaborated on the dysfunctional bear family and shed a little more light on micheal and the person he was. i was clinging to the edge of my SEAT watching that fork scene. honestly i don't think carmy has OCD i think that man has PTSD fjnskdfjsdk like all that verbal abuse from working at the number one restaurant in the world....it makes me think he was somehow seeking the dysfunctional aspects of his household and almost finding comfort in the abuse in his dynamics with the head chef(???) dude. especially since we see carmy unwittingly replicating those very same dynamics in the kitchen with syd and then even in the freezer screaming at richie the same exact abuse that head chef told him. he's useless he's a waste of space etc. but richie choosing to respond with kindness and telling him he loves him.....wow....it was such a touching moment to see and i say that genuinely considering richie also yells at him about how carmy can't let himself be happy. it says so much that carmy himself says that he shouldn't seek amusement or enjoyment which im sure speaks to larger issues than just his self esteem issues. i rlly hope the next season does a deep dive into carmy's family and the dynamics of his relationship with micheal and his mother!!!! i definitely think there's something coming with that considering how sugar is going to become a mother soon and how their mother showed up to the restaurant but left out of guilt.

i need a bit more time to formulate my thoughts sorry i just barfed this out i finished the ep like 15 minutes ago LOL

[just-a-creep-babe]

Kinktober Day 10

Homicidal Lui: Period Sex & Breeding

Ughhhhh I wish I could’ve written this & especially the breeding kink better, but it was my first time trying it out & im not too familiar with it yet. Plz feel free to share any advice! ^^

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

Any tips are greatly appreciated!

You hug the pillow as tightly as you can to your chest and groan

Your stomach feels like a sharp block of cement eroding at your insides

The pain killers have had absolutely no effect, and you envy the simpler times of a few days ago when you didn’t constantly feel that dull throb of pain nestled in your gut

You curl your legs up to your chest and groan again, trying to find a comfortable position that’ll hopefully cut you some slack so you can sleep

Your eyes fall close and you pray for that static numbness of unconsciousness to wash over you

But it never comes

Instead, you hear the front door creak open, followed by the quiet, barely-there footsteps of your boyfriend as he makes his way to your room

The door nudges open, spilling a sliver of pale light onto the bed

“(Y/n)?”

You mumble a “yeah” in response, not even bothering to sit up to greet him

“I came over as soon as I could after getting your text. I have chocolate and pain killers…”

Waves of nausea pinch up your throat

“Thanks babe, but the pain killers haven’t been working so far, and I think I’m gonna be sick if you even mention food again”

You hear him set some stuff down on the night stand before the bed dips beneath his weight

His hand is warm and slightly calloused as he presses it against your forehead, before then moving to your chin to tilt your head up to look at him

“I feel like death” you mutter, “Actually, I feel worse than that”

Worry flitters over his features

You’re horribly relieved it‘s Lui who’s with you and not Sully instead, who might’ve just told you to get over it like it’s nothing

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Mmh… I don’t think so. Cuddle with me?”

His soft lips tilt into a small smile, the stitches either side of his cheeks stretching against his skin

“That I can do”

He shuffles over next to you, wrapping his toned arms around you and snuggling you into his chest

It’s only when his leg grazes your sex do you shiver, hips bucking involuntarily as the breath is sucked from your lungs

He freezes

And then he slowly grinds his leg against you, and you can’t help but moan quietly and rock against him

Sex

That’s what you need

“You want me to make the pain go away, baby?”

His breath is warm and tantalizing against your neck, his voice suddenly deeper and thicker than it was a few moments ago, and it has your stomach clenching already 

It’s amazing how quickly the throbbing pain diminishes as something else, something much more pleasant starts taking over

But despite that, you hesitate

“I-it’s gonna make a mess”

You nestle deeper into him to hide your blush 

He hums

“Stay here”

And then the warmth of his body disappears as he makes his way down the hall to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with a towel and a grin on his attractive features

You bite your lip

He gently slips into the covers again, and you scoot over so he can flatten out the towel to let you get comfortable on top of it

“That good?” he asks

“I-I don’t know... are you sure about this? We don’t have to if you don’t want to, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything...” you reluctantly trail off

He grins, kissing your nose as he straddles your form 

He rocks his hips against yours and you can feel his hardening cock straining the fabric of his pants

It has you sighing, welcoming the bliss coiling in your gut; a proper distraction you so desperately need

“I can assure you I don’t mind at all. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I was grossed out by a bit of period blood?”

“A normal one” you murmur beneath your breath, which has him chuckling

He rolls himself between your legs, and when you tug at the hem of his shirt, he gets the message and slips it off over his head

You don’t have much time to admire his strong, lithe form before he’s grinding down hard and deep into you, and it has you throwing your head back with a pleased gasp dripping from your lips

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Princess”

He slowly nudges up the fabric of your shirt up to reveal your tits, and then he leans down and softly takes a nipple between his teeth

“F-fuck~” you breath out a curse as he gently tugs on it, bringing his other hand to toy with the other 

Your sex throbs with need as he blows cool air against them, switching between the two and lavishing your chest with attention

While keeping you distracted, he pulls down the waistband of your pants, dragging your panties along with them

When he tugs his length free however, you can’t help but shut your legs together

He looks up questioningly, with mild concern written on his visage 

And you suddenly can’t find it in yourself to look him in the eyes

“D-don’t look—“

He rolls his eyes, mouth quirking into a smile

“Don’t worry, baby. I told you, it doesn’t bother me. You’re beautiful—my beautiful little angel~”

His lips are at your neck as he mumbles quiet praises, kissing your skin, suckling and nipping and leaving his mark all over

You weave your hands through his dark locks and pull him closer, his body flush against yours as he sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck

Your back arches, adrenaline pumping through your system

He presses the head of his cock against your warm, slick folds and slowly slides himself in, inch by inch until his pelvis is meeting yours, all the while his mouth is planting kisses all over to keep you distracted

You cringe at the way you can feel blood leaking out around him, but then he rocks into you and he feels so fucking good dragging along your pulsing walls that you suddenly don’t care anymore

“God, you feel so fucking good~” he groans

He tilts your hips up and it makes it all the easier to rut into you like a depraved teen

You don’t both quieting your mewls and whimpers—feeling much too horny to censor yourself

The bed rocks back and forth, creaking under the strain of him pistoning his cock into your sopping, eager little cunt

Your wrap your legs around him as your hands flutter up to grip the pillow beneath your head, your face contorting in pure bliss because it feels like heaven 

“God—f-fuck, that’s right. Take my cock, baby~ Take it like the good girl you are and I’ll—“ he grunts, reeling back to slam into you at full force, “I’ll fill you so fucking full you’ll be dripping with cum for hours”

You squeak, Lui’s usual gentle demeanor all but gone as he rams himself into you again and again

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Gonna be a good little cum dump I can breed over and over again?”

He looks to where your bodies connect, watching blood coat his cock as it disappear in and out of your sloppy sex, and it spurs him on even more

“Y-yes—god, fuck! Lui, d-don’t fucking stop!”

You swear to god, he has you seeing stars

Your nails scratch down his scarred chest, desperate for some kind of grasp, and the pain has him twitching inside your fluttering walls

“F-fuck—I won’t stop, baby. I’ll pump you so fucking good~ Gonna force you to keep in every. Single. Fucking drop of it—“

He punctuates his words with brutal thrusts, and they keep growing faster and harder until all you can do is take his punishing pace, your muscles seizing and lips parting in a choked scream

“You want me to breed you like my personal whore? Hm? Stuff you nice and fucking full?”

“Fuck!~” you scream his name, gasping, “b-breed me—make me yours!~“

His hips rut into you wildly, animalistically, and when his thumb reaches down to jerk at your clit, you’re completely overwhelmed and you cum—hard—your cunt twitching and spasming around him

You can’t keep count of the filthy slew of noises spilling from your mouth, despite knowing your neighbors can most definitely hear you

The way you squeeze around him, trying to milk him for all he’s worth has him coming undone right after you

His cum splutters deep inside you, hips not once faltering as he grinds into your squelching cunt

A few more sloppy thrusts and he finally slows to a stop, panting, though nowhere near as thoroughly fucked as he’s left you

You’re filled to the brim with a mix of blood and cum, and you’re damn thankful he thought of putting that towel beneath you

“You feel better, baby?”

He kisses you all over, asking if you’re alright, if he hurt you or if he was too rough and if you enjoyed yourself

The pain now nearly entirely gone, you wrap your arms around him and tug him down next to you to kiss his forehead

“I do feel better. Thank you so much, baby~”

He smiles and nuzzles you closer into him

You decide you’ll deal with the mess later

[escapewithbts]

Drunk Proposal - Namjoon

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“Are you sure you can’t come out tonight, baby?” your boyfriend Namjoon asked, coming into the dining room of your shared apartment in a pair of black dress pants and an open white button down shirt.

You sighed and looked up at him from your computer. After 2 years of knowing him, the sight of him dressed up still made the pit of your stomach warm and your heart flutter. It also didn’t help that he had been working out so much, and his chest was toned more now than ever.

“I wish I could, Joonie. I just have so much work to do. This final isn’t going to take itself, you know!”

Namjoon came over to where you were sitting at the table and placed his hands on the back of your shoulders, massaging them gently. You moaned softly.

“Does that feel good baby?” he asked.

You rolled your head back and closed your eyes.

“Ohhh sooo good.”

Namjoon leaned down so his face was right next to yours. You could smell his woody cologne, feel his warm skin next to yours. He moved your hair out of the way and gently started to kiss your cheek, chin and moving down to your neck.

“Mmmm,” you moaned again at his actions.

“Hmm maybe I shouldn’t go out tonight,” he cooed into your ear between kisses, his deep voice and lingering breath causing goosebumps to appear on your skin, “I can stay here and keep you company…”

You turned to the side in your chair and smiled at him, running your hand through his soft light brown hair.

“We both know what will happen if you stay in, Mr. Kim. Then I REALLY wouldn’t get any work done.”

Namjoon chuckled then winked as he stood up straight so he could button his shirt.

You watched him intently.

God he was attractive.

Once he was finished he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I’ll miss you, (y/n). It’s not as fun when you’re not with me,” he pouted.

You grabbed his large hand in yours and gently swung it back and forth.

“You’ll have fun. Just occasionally think of me and all the fun I’LL be having at home, all alone, studying…”

Namjoon stepped back and placed his hands on his hips teasingly.

“Hey now you’re making me feel bad for leaving you!”

You laughed.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I’ll be fine! Go have fun with the members and management. And you look handsome as always.”

Namjoon leaned down once more to give you a kiss on the lips.

“And you are beautiful.”

You scoffed. Yeah, your hair a wavy mess, your glasses on, in sweats and no make-up…

“Good luck with your work, baby! I’ll text to check in! Don’t wait up for me, okay?” Namjoon called while walking into the kitchen to grab his keys, phone and wallet.

“Okay! Have fun, Joonie!”

“I love you, (y/n)!”

You smiled.

“Love you, too!”

Then you heard the front door open and shut, and with that it was just you and your work.

 *

 Six hours later, around 2:30am, you were still focusing intently on your studying. You were exhausted but almost done, and you were determined to finish since your finals were the day after tomorrow and you could never be too prepared.

Just as you were closing your laptop for the night, the sound of the front door shutting startled you. Namjoon must be home. You hadn’t heard from him the past two hours and figured he was probably having a good time.

“(y/n)?!” You heard him call from the kitchen. Then you heard a crashing noise and Namjoon say, “shit!”.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but smiled. Looks like the god of destruction was home.

“I’m in here, Joonie!” you called back to him.

Namjoon stumbled into the dining room entryway and smiled upon seeing you. You immediately realized he had had way too much to drink.

“Hi baby!!! I can’t believe you’re still up!” he slurred.

Drunk Namjoon was a rare sight, but luckily you knew how to take care of him. You chuckled.

“Joon, come here,” you got up and walked over to him where you placed his long muscular arm around your shoulders. He reeked of alcohol.

“I can walk, I can walk!” Namjoon protested, but he didn’t let you go.

You shuffled him into the living room where you unbuttoned his shirt and pants, then slid them off until he was only in his underwear. Then you gently made him sit on the couch.

“I’m going to get you some water and I want you to drink it all, okay?”

Namjoon shook his head and looked up at you with droopy eyes.

“I’m not thirsty,” he said.

You headed for the kitchen.

“You may not be thirsty but you should drink it anyway!” you told him.

When you got back into the living room Namjoon had switched his position so he was now laying on his back with his eyes closed. You tapped his shoulder.

“Here, sweetie, drink this water please.”

Namjoon sat up and took the water from you, drinking it in big gulps.

“Ughhhhh,” he groaned, squeezing the bridge of his nose between his eyes, “why is the room spinning? The room is spinning.”

You chuckled and rubbed his face.

“Yeah, I’ll bet it is. It will stop soon, I promise. Just lay back down.”

He did as you told and closed his eyes again. You left the room to go get some sheets, blankets and a pillow since you figured he probably couldn’t make it up the stairs to the bedroom tonight. You also grabbed the bathroom trash can, just in case he got sick, and refilled his water glass.

You tucked the sheets and blankets around him and placed the pillow under his head. Then you placed a gentle kiss on his lips and ran your hand through his hair.

“I’m going to bed, Joonie, okay? Get some rest. Let me know if you need anything else.”

And just as you were turning to walk away, Namjoon’s hand grabbed yours.

“(y/n) baby… thank you,” he mumbled in a half drunk, half asleep daze, “you’re so… amazing. You take such good care of me.”

You smiled.

“You’re welcome Namjoon-ah. It’s because I love you.”

“Mmmm I love you too (y/n). So much,” he was speaking so low you could barely hear, his eyes still closed, “I think... I mean… I want… fuck,” he stuttered.

You chuckled.

“Go to sleep, Joon.”

“No, (y/n), wait,” the stern urgency in his voice made you nervous, “I want… to…I want to marry you. Soon. Really soon. Will you please marry me?”

You stopped dead in your tracks and your heart started pounding against your chest as your palms got sweaty.

“Um... what?” you squeaked, dropping his hand, “You’re… you’re drunk, Joonie, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

Namjoon shook his head.

“No, I do, I’m not that drunk. I want to marry you.”

You sighed and shook your head.

“Look, I’m exhausted, could we just… talk about this in the morning please?”

Namjoon sighed and laid his arm over his eyes.

“Yeah, okay,” he mumbled.

You stood there for a few moments in silence, watching Namjoon’s chest rise and fall and contemplating what he had just said. What if he was serious? He was really asking you when he was inebriated. No, there’s no way, he definitely was not going to remember this in the morning. But how did you feel about that? Were you relieved or disappointed?

Namjoon’s sudden snores snapped you out of your thoughts. You sighed, turned off the lights and headed upstairs to bed.

 *

The morning light streamed through the curtains of your room. You hadn’t gotten much sleep; the thoughts of what Namjoon had said made you over-analyze all night.

You sat up and rubbed your aching eyes. Then you hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom to retrieve some pain killers which you figured Namjoon would definitely need.

Your heart was beating fast as you descended the stairs and entered the living room.

To your surprise, the sheets, blankets and pillows were folded and stacked neatly at the end of the couch. Namjoon was nowhere in sight.

“Joonie?” you questioned loudly, “Where are you, love?”

You walked into the dining room and kitchen, but he wasn’t there either.

You went to the table where he normally kept his wallet and keys, but neither of them were to be found.

Where would Namjoon have gone this early?

Then you spotted a note laying on the island in the middle of the kitchen. In Namjoon’s messy handwriting it said,

‘Good morning (y/n),

Went out to get some coffee and breakfast. Be back soon.

Love, Joon’

It surprised you that Namjoon would even want breakfast considering how hungover he must be, but you shrugged and went back upstairs to start getting ready for the day.

“Baby! I’m home!” Namjoon yelled up to you about half an hour later. You had finished your makeup and hair but still wore your pajamas.

Namjoon met you at the bottom of the stairs. Despite looking like absolute shit, his hair was a mess, there were bags under his eyes, he still smiled wide when he saw you.

“Good morning, my beautiful (y/n),” he said softly, taking you into his arms. You buried your face in his chest and inhaled the wonderful scent that was your Kim Namjoon. You had never felt more at home than in that moment.

He pulled away and stared at you intently with his dark brown eyes.

“I’m so sorry about last night. I wasn’t planning to drink that much, it just kind of happened. And thank you, baby, for taking such good care of me. You’re so good to me, you know that?”

You smiled and stood on your tippy toes to kiss him on the lips as he held you at your waist.

“It’s okay, Joonie. And you’re welcome.”

Clearly he didn’t seem to have remembered asking you to marry him, and you couldn’t help the wave of disappointment that washed over you, but at the same time you weren’t surprised. He was drunk, and Namjoon always talked nonsense when he was drunk.

He beamed down at you and suddenly a huge dimpled grin appeared on his face.

“I got bagels and cream cheese for breakfast! Would you like one?” he took your hand and shuffled you quickly into the kitchen.

You giggled.

“Damn, Joon, it’s just a bagel. I’ll eat one when I eat one!”

Namjoon shook his head and squeezed your hand.

“But they’re the BEST ones! I got the best ones! From that one American shop you like!”

You shook your head and laughed as you turned away from Namjoon and walked over to the box of bagels sitting on the counter.

“Fine, fine, I’ll have a bagel. I don’t know why you’re being so persistent, they’re just-“

You stopped dead in your tracks as you opened the box and looked inside. There, sitting on top of a dozen bagels, was a dark red box with “Cartier” written on the top.

Your heart started feeling full and you picked it up with shaking hands.

“Oh my God,” You breathed out.

You turned back around to find Namjoon right in front of you leaning down on one knee.

Your hand went over your mouth in shock as he gently took the box from you and smiled wide.

“(y/n) I love you so much. Last night when I witnessed the way you took care of me despite how much work you did and how late it was… that’s when I knew for sure I wanted to marry you. You are so wonderful to me, you take care of me and tolerate me… but most of all you love me for me and I love you for you. I want you to be mine forever, and I want to be yours forever. For real this time, will you marry me, (y/n)?”

He opened the box and inside was the most gorgeous ring you had ever seen. It was simple yet special, just like you and Namjoon together.

You nodded vigorously, tears forming in your eyes.

“Yes, yes, I will, of course!”

Namjoon’s smile got wider as he placed the ring on your finger and then stood up to kiss you passionately.

You pulled away, a huge smile on your face as well. You held your hand out as Namjoon held you.

“Look at this ring! Joonie, I love it.”

Namjoon scoffed.

“You better! It took me an hour with a hangover to pick it out this morning.”

You laughed and placed your hands on his cheeks, admiring his dimples and handsome face.

He pulled you close again, so every inch of your bodies were touching and gently swaying back and forth.

“I love you, (y/n).” he whispered into your ear as he held you close.

“I love you, too,” you paused and pulled away with a cheeky grin on your face, “And now I get to take care of drunk Joon for the rest of my life!”

You both laughed and the kissed passionately once more.

[uswnt-keeper]

Focus Isn’t My Strong Suit

Prompt by @cpaeralricey: Can you do a Kelley x youngersister!reader quarantining together and the reader has to to do School online but struggles cause of their ADHD and just lots of fluff and Kelley helping the crazy kid out. Does that make any sense? If not don’t worry about it.

Note before we start. Sorry if this is terrible, I don’t have ADHD so I don’t really know what it’s like, I tried to make this is fun as possible. Also just for future reference I will no longer be writing Kelley, Alex, or JJ fics. (There will be my final Alex post today, but that’s it).

This royally sucked... like to a whole other level of sucking... does that sound weird? It sounds weird, oh well... whatever. That’s not the point, the point is, I’m stuck doing online school, which normally isn’t that bad, but it all kind of happened all at once.

You see, I’d been flown out to visit Kelley, my older sister, in my spring break which happened to be at the beginning of March. I hadn’t seen her in a long time between her traveling for different teams, and I missed her. I miss all of my siblings honestly. Jerry was off doing business man things, and Erin was off hanging with her besties on some beach somewhere. Kelley was the youngest of my older siblings, but shes 32, I’m 16, big age difference there. I’d been adopted by my family at a young age and so, of course there would be an age difference, but they were family and Kelley and I were close.

Anyway, back to my main point of how much this sucked. The nation went on lockdown literally a week into my stay, I couldn’t leave for the airport or anything and Kelley’s games and trainings were suspended after the SheBelieves cup, even the Olympics were cancelled. So I was stuck, but that wasn’t what sucked, I was with Kelley, that was great, but then came online school.

Online school, for someone like me, is the worst possible option. I struggled with ADHD and paying attention in a normal class, but sitting on my own in a room of distractions would be even worse, I mean... how was I NOT suppose to say dream or cheat on a test?!

Not only that, but I was awaiting my prescription, we had to start ordering it so it shipped to Kelley’s apartment in Utah. So with that going on, we were now in late March and we realized it would be another day before my pills arrives... and I was out.

“Kelley!” I yelled from my bathroom, looking at the empty bottle.

Kelley came rushing in, “What, what is it?!”

“I’m out of meds,” I said hyper focused on the writing on the bottle.

“Oh.... OH WHAT?!” She grabbed the bottle out my hands, shaking the orange container around as if she was trying to summon more pills to her.

“It’s just a day, it won’t be that bad right?” I said and Kelley looked at me with a glare.

“When was the last time you weren’t on your meds?” She asked.

I thought about it for a moment, “Uhh, probably before I was diagnosed.”

“So when you were bouncing off the walls?” She asked and I shrugged, walking out the bathroom.

“Look, I have school in like... oh actually I’m late,” I said looking at my phone, it was only 8, but class started at 7:45.

Kelley groaned as I rushed to my laptop, she had moved to the dining table after finding me staring at my ceiling for an entire class, she was fun as a sister, but her feeling of responsibly over me was unbearable.

I logged into the class with my camera off, apologizing for being late and I made up some random excuse. I looked to Kelley who had just walked out of my room, and she rolled her eyes at me and tossed me t-shirt. I muted myself and looked at her confused.

“You forgot to put one on,” she said before I could ask and I looked down at myself realizing she was right, so I begrudgingly pulled in on with a huff.

After my first class, I had my second period, which was a study hall, and I hated it, all I ever did was stare at off into space, which ended up happening this time too. I went through the whole school day, completely unable to focus on anything as I felt my ADHD consume my movements and thoughts.

“Y/N!” Kelley snapped me out of my trance, I realized she sat in front of me, working on something of her own, “Your teacher asked you a question,” she said.

I unmuted myself to apologize before asking her to repeat the question. The one good thing about ADHD was that I often retained large chunks of info if it was interesting enough, so I had the knowledge to answer the question this time.

When I muted myself again I sighed, it was times liked these I hated my condition, it was unbearable and made me miss so much shit.

“You okay Speedster?” A nickname Kelley had gifted me at the age of 4 when I literally couldn’t stop running around, it’s fitting now as I’ve followed in her footsteps and started playing soccer.

“I hate not being able to focus,” I complained and finally, as I said that, the class was over.

“Well,” Kelley started, closing my laptop for me, “Maybe you should walk around or something, get some focus back?” She asked, I sighed again, it was the best idea so far, “I’ll be here if you if you need me.”

I stood up, taking my computer to my room and threw it on the bed. There was no way I could focus on doing yoga or lifting weights, not at all. All I wanted to do was run around, do anything but what I was doing. It was probably about 5 minutes in my room before I rushed out my room, heading to the kitchen to search Kelley’s cabinets.

“What are you doing in there?” Kelley turned after I rummaged for a few minutes.

“Food,” I replied.

“If your hungry I can make you sandwich or something,” she said, looking away from her computer.

“Ughhhhh,” I complained, “A sandwich sounds so boring,” I groaned and she rolled her eyes at me, going back to the meeting she was in.

I left the kitchen, heading back to my room, sitting on my bed feeling restless. I tried writing and reading, I even did some homework, but eventually I got bored again, and I felt antsy. That is, until I found something I could compare to gold.

“No way,” I whispered to myself, pulling two things out from under the guest bed, “This is gonna be so much fun.”

Kelley’s POV

I was worried about Y/N, I knew she would feel bad about her ADHD, usually I’d go distract her, but I was caught in this stupid meeting for another few minutes. I was listening to what my manager was saying amongst the other people there, until something stung me.

I flinched, looking at my arm, then around me and at the floor, finding a... nerf bullet?

There was a click and another one hit my temple this time.

“Ow,” I complained, looking to where I heard giggling.

It was Y/N of course, hiding behind a cardboard cut out of me with a nerf gun reaching around it.

“Y/N, don’t you—“ She shot me again, laughing hysterically, I turned to my computer, “Listen guys, I’m gonna have to go, got something to sort out,” I said and they nodded as I logged off.

Y/N looked at me with a challenge, if this is what she needed to calm down, then I guess a little match wouldn’t be bad.

“It is so on,” I said, reaching into one of the kitchen cabinets.

“WHAT?! You have a nerf gun just sitting in your kitchen?!”

“Never know when it might come in handy,” I shot at her, the bullet sticking itself right in her forehead and she huffed and smiled.

“I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“You wish,” I replied.

Turns out the one round turned into three hours of an intense and heated nerf battle, ending with Y/N surrendering to the couch where sweat fell from her head.

“Alright, alright, you win,” she said exhausted for once and I plopped down on the couch next to her.

“Told you I’d kick your butt,” I said.

“Surrendering doesn’t mean you kicked my butt,” she complained and I laughed.

“How you feeling?” I asked, looking to her now.

“Exhausted for the first time today,” she said with a smile, “Never thought I’d be happy to be tired.”

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her in to a hug, “You know there’s nothing wrong with your ADHD right?” I asked and she shrugged, “If you ever feel bad about it, remember that you can totally start a nerf war and it’s completely justified,” I said and she laughed.

“Thanks Kell.”

“Anytime kiddo.”

There was a pause.

“Do you have food?”

“I knew you wanted something.”

She laughed again and we spent the rest of the night eating and watching movies until we fell into a deep sleep.

[allthingskakashi]

Hi! Coul a request a scenario that involves Sukea please? Like the reader has a crush on Kakashi and he finds out because her friends tease her in front of sukea and then Kakashi asks her on a date idk if I’m making a point, or can just do anything you wish that involves him pleasee? Thank you ♥️

Okay first of all, that's a really innovative idea!! I loved it. Secondly, I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this but ahh well here it is now and i really hope you like it ❤️

• Serendipity •

[Kakashi x Reader] || 3k words

a/n : ugh tbh I've been running a little low on creativity lately which is why i hadn't posted anything for like a week but i also didn't wanna go without writing anything so well... I tried. 😩

You sit in the small dumpling restaurant with your friends Kurenai and Anko. Beyond you, the falling dusk envelopes your village in mystical hues of blue and red. It’s Friday, which means the weekend has rolled in after a long and tiresome week. The thought of being off duty for the next two days lifts your spirits, and you look forward to spending the time relaxing at home in your own company.

The evening is busy, streets bustling, vibrant with the hustle of villagers; some heading for a night out with friends, some returning home to spend time with family, some getting ready to go out on a date, everyone looking like they have somewhere to be, something to do.

You sigh, shoving a dumpling in your mouth.

“Why the long face?”, Anko asks between chomps.

“It’s nothing” you shrug, your tone failing to fool anyone.

There’s a soft creak as the gate to the shop opens behind you, a small gust of air whooshing in from outside. The merry chatter in the room comes to a sudden halt, to be replaced by sounds of hushed murmurs and whispers. You glance at the group of women sitting in the table ahead of you, staring at something with mouths open wide in awe. Ahead of you, Anko’s eyebrows are furrowed, a curious smile touching the corner of her lip.

You turn behind, wanting to catch a glimpse of whatever it is that has managed to elicit such a response from the entire room.

Your eyes fall upon a handsome young man, who has just now walked into the restaurant and taken a seat behind you. You feel your heart skip a beat. He’s easily one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. A mop of thick brown hair adorns his head, a tint of purple on his eyelids and stripes of the same colour running across both cheeks. His face is sharp with an angled jawline and he has on a long trench coat with a scarf around his neck. He’s also holding a camera, you notice.

Probably an outsider.

A waitress walks over to him, standing by him and twirling a curl of hair, visibly enchanted by his charms.

Someone thumps the front of your table, startling you. “Jeez y/n, get a grip!” Anko’s voice brings your attention back to your friends as you finally tear your eyes away from the mysterious man in the table behind you.

“What? I wasn’t checking him out” you sputter, unnerved.

“We didn’t say you were”, Kurenai chimes in.

You feel your face getting hot as red tinges your cheeks and you look away, avoiding your friends’ eyes.

“Hey, why don’t you go talk to him? Maybe ask him out?” Kurenai says, her eyes lighting up.

You open your mouth to say something, but Anko cuts in.

“Because she’d rather sit around pining for Kakashi and doodling his name on her diary. How long has it been now? 7 years?”

Kurenai giggles, but puts a comforting arm around your shoulder.

“Alright now, go easy on her”, she says kindly. “But she’s got a point y/n. You and Kakashi have known each other for a long time. You’ve kept your feelings to yourself for years now, I really think it’s time you go out and do something about it. Who knows, maybe he feels the same way about you. Why don’t you give it a shot?”

You let out another sigh and look at your lap. “I just don’t think it’s the right time yet.”

But that was a lie. You’d had feelings for Kakashi ever since you were a teenager. You had always been friends, but you wanted more. You loved being in his company and you had a lot of mutual respect and admiration for each other. But you could never bring yourself to just say the words to Kakashi. There were times when you almost blurted it out, and times when you felt like maybe he felt the same way about you too… but they may have been delusions, for all you knew. You didn’t know anything for certain. And that’s what stopped you from gathering up the courage to say it to him. You told yourself and your friends who knew that you would someday, when the time is right, but it was all a big fat lie. You were scared, and that was the truth, as much as you hated to admit it.

You watch Anko roll her eyes as Kurenai exhales, tilting her head.

“Y/n…It’ll never be the right time. Just do it. You’ve taken down S-rank criminals, you can handle this. Trust me, even the copy ninja can’t resist THAT” Kurenai cheers, grazing her eyes up and down over you with a suggestive smile, her voice encouraging. You chuckle, waving your hand dismissively in embarrassment.

“Look”, Anko interjects in her matter-of-fact voice. “Kakashi’s a wuss. If you wanna get it on with him, you gotta make the move. He’s even worse than you so pussy up and ask him. If I have to hear another of your lovelorn sighs one more time, I’ll go tell him myself.” She says, shoving her last dumpling in her mouth and gulping down a glass of water.

You’d been friends with Anko long enough to know not to put it past her. Besides, they were right. It HAD been very long. Perhaps you really did need to pussy up.

Ughhhhh. Why couldn’t this be easier?

“Anyway, I’m gonna go hit the bar. Any of you suckers wanna join me?” Anko asks, getting up from her chair.

“I can’t. I invited my team over for dinner tonight so I’ll get going.”, Kurenai says, collecting her purse and getting ready to leave as well.

“It’s okay, you guys go. I’ve got some things to do” you say, waving them off.

You watch your friends go out the exit and disappear along the curve of the street. Truth is, you kind of want to be alone, maybe take a walk around the village, gather your thoughts. This conversation with your friends today stirred something in you and you need time to think. You’d let things go on as they were for very long now, but it was time you took matters in your own hands.

Putting the bill down on the table, you head towards the door. Your eyes fall where the man was sitting but the seat is empty now, and you catch him ahead of you, just a few steps away, also heading towards the door. You stand close behind him, clutching your purse to your rib as he opens the door. His elbow juts out, knocking the bag out of your hand as it falls to the ground.

For a quick second you think it’s a thief and you’re almost about to strike a blow but the man crouches down quickly with an “I’m so sorry”, picking your purse up and holding it out to you.

Up close this way, you can see his eyes. There’s something familiar about them but you can’t put your finger on what it is. “Thanks” you mutter, taking the purse from him, your mind still trying to comprehend why this man you’ve never seen before feels so familiar.

“Are you a tourist? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before”, you ask, concealing the suspicion in your tone.

Your village is a small one and almost every face is familiar. Having a visitor in the village is quite unheard of and your instincts tell you that something feels off.

He clears his throat before answering. “Hi, I’m Sukea. I’m a reporter from the Land of Fire. I’m here to conduct research for an article” the man replies, almost in an automated tone but with a smile that immediately softens his features. He’s got a mole under his bottom lip, you notice.

Gosh, that’s a pretty face.

Before you have the chance to say anything else or ask more questions, he mumbles that he’s getting late for something and turns away, hurrying down the street.

You stand there, watching him go.

Weird.

But you’ve got other things to think about now, decisions to make, so you shake the thoughts of this mystery man off your head, although you can’t help mulling over why he felt so eerily familiar.

You walk down your usual route in the quieter part of the village. Walks always somehow help you clear your mind.  The air has cooled down now and there’s a slight chill in the air. A sweet smell of flowers wafts through. You lose track of time walking around the entire village, over the cliff, through the forests, by the stream which shimmers under the moonlight.

It’s almost ten by the time you reach home and the walk makes your calves ache. Probably wasn’t such a good idea to go on such a long walk after injuring yourself on your last mission.

You freshen up and throw yourself down on your bed, glad for the two days of rest that awaits you.

Pulling the blanket over your head, you turn to your side and close your eyes. Kakashi’s face appears almost instantly, the images playing a montage in your head.

His smile that makes buds bloom into flowers… his laughter so pure like a young boy’s…his silver hair which sparkles in the sun, making you want to run your fingers through it… the warmth of his voice when he talks to you-- and suddenly something goes off in your brain. Like a flame igniting. Or rather, a long burning flame finally receiving emancipation. There’s a jolt through your veins and you think—Tomorrow. I’ll tell him tomorrow.

And before you have time to process the sudden thought, languor takes over your body, lulling you to sleep.

You’re up early the next morning, the jolt from last night still coursing through your veins. You’re feeling pretty confident, more than you ever have. Today’s the day you tell him.

But first, you have to head over to the Missions Desk to submit your report. You bash yourself for putting it off till now.

The day outside is beautiful, white cotton clouds floating aimlessly across the azure sky. A pleasant breeze tickles your skin in soft whispers.

You reach the main office and submit your file. The room is empty, except for the people working behind the desks. The man in front of you takes your file, checking the date of your mission and you’re sure you can see a look of judgement flash across his eyes.

You almost feel a little guilty.

“You know, all the other jounins have submitted their reports already” he mutters, not looking up from your file.

“Well actually…”

There’s a voice behind you, and you turn around at the sheepish tone of the familiar voice. Your heart instantly paces up. Kakashi. There’s a file in his hand too. You can’t help the smile that escapes.

You look at him as he comes forward, handing his file over. The man shoots him a similar glance and shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. You can tell that this must not be the first time. Kakashi smiles sweetly at him, before turning away and looking at you.

“Y/n! Didn’t think I’d run into you here…”

Your blood pounds in your ears as you recall the resolve you made to yourself last night. You’d promised yourself you’d tell him today but right now, in this way? You weren’t ready for this. You hadn’t prepared what you were gonna say, or how you’d say it. A hundred thoughts run through your head.

Hell with my resolve. This really isn’t the right time. I can’t do this.

But on the other hand…

Your brain goes at odds with your heart as you realise you haven’t answered Kakashi yet.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice concerned.

You straighten up, composing yourself.

“Oh hey yeah, I’m fine! I’m great. What’re you upto?”

“Just got a few things I need to do”, he shrugs, walking beside you as the two of you come out of the office into the main corridor of the Hokage Mansion.

“Right. Got any missions this weekend?” you ask, stalling to give yourself time to think clearly.

“Nope. You?”

“No. You?”

“You already asked me”, he chuckles. “So uh. Where are you headed?”

Ugh. This is a disaster.

“Just the market. I… I need to buy fish for dinner”

You feel your palms getting clammy as the air starts to feels too tight. You look at Kakashi out of the corner of your eye and you notice.

He looks nervous too. He’s fidgeting with his hands and there’s something strange about him.

“Well…uh” he stutters, rubbing his neck with his hand before looking at you. “maybe you don’t.”

You look up at him, your eyes wide and face scrunched up in confusion. You’re outside the tower now, standing on the street.

“I…don’t?”

He scratches the back of his head.

“Uh…I mean…I’ve got fish.”, he stammers. There’s a very visible tint of red on his cheeks.

You’re utterly wrapped in confusion by now, and you wonder why he’s acting so strange. Unsure of where he’s getting with that, you say, “Um…That’s nice. Where do you buy fish from? I’ve heard the market by the Temple is good for seafood. I haven’t had the chance to try it out myself though.”

Mother Earth please swallow me whole.

Kakashi lets out a nervous laugh, still fidgeting around with his hands and looking everywhere but directly at you.

“Y/n what I’m saying is…maybe you don’t need to buy fish for dinner because” he looks at you from under his shaggy bangs,which fall over his eyes in the absence of his headband. The tint of his cheeks deepens. “well, because I was thinking maybe you could come over…and I could…cook dinner for the both of us...? Or um go out, whatever you’d like” he says, immediately looking away.

You’d never thought it was possible for the calm and cocky Kakashi Hatake to look this nervous. It’s quite a sight. You might have laughed at it if you weren’t just as nervous yourself.

“Like on a date?” you ask, shock evident in your tone. Your heart is battering in your chest.

This is a very, very surprising turn of events.

“Well…yes”, he breathes, barely meeting your eyes now.

You can hear your heart in your ears. And suddenly, it feels like spring has bloomed inside your heart. Not just your heart but everywhere around you. Like you’ve been transported to a meadow and there’s only flowers and rainbows and butterflies all around.

A breeze passes through, sending a few petals from nearby trees floating along the street. Strands of your hair blow into your eyes.

You sweep them away, looking up at him to see him looking at you, his eyes hopeful, waiting.

You meet his gaze with your burning eyes and smile, tucking another loose strand behind your ear.

“I’d love that” you say before looking down, your tone barely containing the ecstasy you feel within. You feel the chirp of a thousand birds singing inside your heart.

His eyes light up, mouth forming into a grin as you see the muscles on his face relaxing visibly.

Kakashi’s eyes crinkle from the smile and he says, “Well then…I’ll see you for dinner.”

He starts walking away, before turning back and calling out “Oh and yes, I do buy my fish from the market by the temple.”

And with that, he turns away grinning, disappearing with a whoosh, leaving you to stand there, still in shock and gaping after him; wondering which stars had aligned, what forces in the universe had conjoined and what twist of fate had occurred, turning your life around, making you the happiest woman in the world, in the span of just one day.

                                 *     *     *

Aaand a lil bonus addition :-

It’d been around two months that you and the silver haired jounin of the Leaf had been together. Almost everyone in the village knew by now and it had been two months of pure unadulterated bliss. You fit so well together, it felt as if you’d never been apart.

Today was just another lazy afternoon, with you and Kakashi in bed, entangled in each other’s arms, neither one of you wanting to leave your little heaven on earth.

You intertwine your fingers with Kakashi’s, backing into him so you’re pressed against the warmth of his body.

“Hey, Kakashi?” you whisper.

“Hm?” he replies, sleep mangling his voice.

“I’ve always wondered. Why did you ask me out that day? You told me you’d liked me for a long time too. So… why not before? Why that day?”

He chuckles softly into your hair, pulling you closer with his arm.

“Well” he says, almost in a whisper. “I thought it was time I stopped being a wuss.”

“Huh?”

“It had been a really long time and… I thought it was time to, how do I put this, pussy up.” he says into your neck, his voice calm, but with just a tinge of amusement.

WAIT A MINUTE-

You jerk up on the bed, freeing yourself of his grip and turning to face him.

A subtle smile plays across his lips but his face is tranquil, giving nothing away.

Panic rises in you and you shake his arm vigorously. “KAKASHI! HOW-HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?”

He doesn’t stir, eyes closed tight, pretending to be sleeping.

“KAKASHI TELL ME RIGHT NOW” you continue shaking him, but it’s in vain, the man doesn’t stir.

You sigh, replaying the day from two months ago in your head, ravaging your brain for any possible hint. And just like that, it dawns upon you.

“Oh my god—That was you.” You blurt, everything suddenly clicking into place in your head. You feel like a fool for not realising sooner.

He remains unmoving, eyes closed shut. But you don’t miss the slight wrinkle of his mask as his lips upturn into a grin beneath it.

“That was you, wasn’t it??? It was! You sneaky little bastard!” you shriek, jabbing at his arm with a few pokes, but it does nothing.

“Kakashi!”

“Ssshh, I’m sleeping” he whispers in fake slumber, a smile grazing his mouth as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you back into the bed with him.

“Did you really just shush m- “ you begin in protest, but your sentence remains unfinished as he presses his mouth onto yours, catching your lips in a kiss and shutting you up before you can say more.

[palms-upturned]

wakaba for the character meme :]

HELL YEAH

character ask meme

What I love about them

gay gay homosexual gay. oh my god wakaba is such a sweetheart and is so serious about her relationship with utena and utena just writes it off as the two of them goofing around and AUGHHHH WAKABAAAAA… i love that aspect of her story, the plausible deniability that she and utena try to maintain despite the truth being very much in plain sight shsgdjxbxb and how it’s not only about internalized homophobia, but the pain that wakaba feels over utena’s dismissiveness… oh my god wakaba… oh my god…

What I hate about them

oh wakaba… you hated anthy so much… it really makes me sad how wakaba subtly participates in the bullying of anthy by talking about her behind her back even as late in the game as episode 34 and openly writing her off as a weirdo TO UTENA… that one gag where akio says that any friend of anthy’s is welcome in his home and wakaba immediately starts laying on thick how she and anthy are such good friends makes me wanna scream JSSJGSDBCJ but at the same time, i think that’s part of what makes wakaba a lot more realistic and well rounded, she’s a little awful in the way that children often are awful, especially in this show

Favorite Moment/Quote

the moment from the manga where wakaba is crying like WELL IF ANTHY IS YOUR WIFE THEN I’LL JUST BE YOUR MISTRESS AND FIGHT TOOTH AND NAIL OVER YOU is absolutely the best part of the entire manga 😭😭😭 but her black rose duel in the anime still takes first place in my heart… the moment that their hands nearly slip out of each other’s grip and the single tear falls from wakaba’s eye… UGHHHHH

What I would like to see more focus on

i wish that episode 20 paralleled wakaba’s feelings toward utena with her feelings toward saionji a little more, but luckily the verdant hopes light novel hit the nail on the fucking head with that

What I would like to see less focus on

🤔 don’t rlly have an answer for this tbh

Favorite pairing with

nanami… hear me out… they are SO similar ok and also mirror opposites at the same time. also nanami loves to brag and wakaba would love to be bragged on

Favorite friendship

i would say utena but they were really a couple weren’t they 😭

NOTP

look… even setting aside the fact that saionji is Saionji™️, they are both so gay sjsgdjxb he and wakaba could have had the perfect beard situation going but since saionji is The Worst, he fumbled it!! i can’t take romantic content of those two seriously i feel like after that whole incident their dynamic would be more like wakaba greeting him when she passes by like ^_^ just to psychologically torment him and watch him make this face

Favorite headcanon

i like to think that wakaba and nanami start a vegetable garden in the ruins of the old greenhouse… something something about learning to nurture

[yvainegelinemarie]

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I’m late I’m late for a very important dick appointment, date!

✨ 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝐒𝖕𝖔𝖔𝐤𝖎𝖊𝖘!!~ ✨

Idk about ya’ll BUT these new karma cards got me all 🤰🏻🤰🏻🤰🏻

TW: Proceed with cation!! Do NOT open if you do not wish to soak your panties and/or cry your eyes out at my appalling sense of ‘humor’ 

*Today I will be rating the new Valentines Day art for the Karma cards. The rating process was done by comparing them to their previous valentines day cards and how they went against one another on their level of sexyness within each card. 

🌸 𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓 | 7/10 | 2nd Place

⚰️ My daddy he be lookin fine a FOULK this evening with his tiddie out. My baby knows how to keep me fed if ya know what I’m sayin.😏💦

⚰️ This beautiful, breathtaking, princely, lavishing work of art!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHGHJTE5LILO; (srry, orgasim seizure). 

⚰️ It’s just *pats eyes with handkerchief* I have never in all my life, witnessed a man of this design. Please, don’t mind me. I just need a moment to bask in the glory of this angel. 

⚰️ The 💦water droplets💦, his bedroom eyes, that CHEST- I-I...I just need a moment...

⚰️ Lucien has once and always stolen my heart BUT I do have to say that based off of some past cards, last years valentines card, and compared to Victor’s card this year that my Lulu has to come in second. 🤧

⚰️ His sultry, princely and sexyness is all there but we all know that Lucien can pull off a very dominating demeanor. Yet here he’s just giving me very submissive vibes this valentines. (Not that there is anything wrong with that.)

⚰️ And then this card has the AUDACITY to turn into this?!?! 👀👀

⚰️ Sighhhh...It is just so hard to watch MC living your dream... 

⚰️ This card just looks so sweet. The carressing embrace, Lucien’s calmly surprised expression, it’s just all so gentle. awwwwwe!!

⚰️ Although this card is very romantic Lucien still looks very submissive and sweet. (Like homie looks like he’s never done this before which. LIES. BITCH I KNOW YOU) 👏🏼👏🏼

⚰️ One of the things I love the most about Lucien’s character is his very teasing and dominating aura and last years valentines card sucked that up and did a beautiful job of expressing his teasing personality in the artwork. I am hoping that maybe where this art is lacking the date itself will make up for it.

⚰️ I do find this card to be the second most sexy out of all the boys but I feel like it just doesn’t feel as Lucien as I would have liked it to. 

⚰️ I do however find the artwork to be very beautiful and embracing. Especially when the card is evolved. The way Lucien holds MC in the second card creates this very innocent and warm embrace that reminds me of two people just on the verge of falling in love.

⚰️ It is a very sweet and romantic card and it is quiet cute to see Lucien all blushing and off guard instead of his usual impassive self.

🌸 𝐊𝖎𝖗𝖔 | 6/10 | 4th place

⚰️ The bestest boi of them all!!! 🥰

⚰️ Litterally nothing gets sweeter than Kiro!!

⚰️ So sweet, so fun loving! This sunshine of a boi makes life worth living! ☀️☀️

⚰️ Kiro is definitely the one who shows up at just the right time to make life a little better and brings out the inner child that my sun in capricorn tries to repress so intensely. 

⚰️ And this card does that sweet and playful image justice. Always stay warm Kiro!!! AWWEEE!!!

⚰️ All I can say is I wish I was that dog so I can paw Kiro’s chest too. 🤭

⚰️ Now, It pains me to put Kiro last but it is just that I feel that his card lacks a lot compared to the valentines card from last year. 

⚰️  We were hit with a very sexy Kiro and there has been plenty of other very VERY sexy Kiro cards up to this one that it just causes this one to hit different, you know? 

⚰️ This one really captures Kiro’s loving and boyish personality so I definitely love it over all as a Kiro card. I think that it does wonderful in that aspect. But for valentines day? I expect something a bit more saucy...like an underwear model shoot maybe... 😜

⚰️ BUT THEN we get THISS!!

⚰️ S-Shirtless Kiro *Internal screaming* kahhhh!!! I can’t take it I. 😝

⚰️ Sometimes I forget just how HORNY Kiro issss.... 

⚰️ I think it’s safe to say that MC is only making that face NOT bc Kiro took that magazine but bc she be getting poked sitting in that lap like that.- 👀🍆

⚰️ Shirtless Kiro is an upgrade from what we had before BUT I still feel like this compared to the other guys and other very sexy kiro cards before that this still only gives a very innocnet and homey vibe.

⚰️ I do think that this card is very cute but when rating it on it’s quality of sexyness comapred to the other boys, I sadly have to put Kiro as last place. 

⚰️ I am just hoping that next year all the Kiro stans get rewarded with a nice Calvin Klein underwear shoot. (I know I’d be happy)😌😌

🌸 𝐕𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗 | 8/10 | 1st Place

⚰️ Tall, dark, and handsome AS FOULK!!!

⚰️ Victor never comes in to play no games yall!!!  👏🏼💦

⚰️ Did I say Kiro was horny? because I take that back. Sometimes I forget how BADLYYY Victor is trynnnaaa FUCK in EVERYYY date. 💀

⚰️ But like I ain’t mad. First off, Victor, daddy, can I have that designer bag? I’ll suck your di- 

⚰️ Just the abs, that boujee ass robe even the cute ass fucking ties on his arm I-

⚰️ Victor be putting the standards for guys really fucking high in my book. AND I AIN’T MAD.

⚰️ I just love this card. It is honestly my favorite out of all of them (sorry Lulu) It’s mature, it’s sexy, it’s elegant, suttle, and EVERYTIME I look at it my heart flutters. This card is VERY Victor and a beautiful design of his character and it makes me VERY horny happy. 💦💦

⚰️ T-That angle... *blushes* He is ready to go to town if ya know what I mean.

⚰️ But given that facial expression he’s already busted it- 👀🤧

⚰️ On a real note tho. Victor looks so sweet and vulnerable here (*what a pussy) it’s so cuteee!!! Like I ain’t ever seen him look so sweet. (*fucking bitch.) 

*I have a love hate relationship with Victor since he always likes to piss me off!!! But he cute so.

⚰️ Again I think that this card is my favorite out of all four of the valentines cards this year. I feel like the intimacy in this one is there. The imagery is very sexy but soft. I love their pose and I think that this card sells where we all like our minds to wonder off too. 

⚰️ My absolutae favortie part is the simple pull on Victors unbuttoned shirt. It is just so sweet and so soft of an embrance.

⚰️But also Victor’s hand on the counter. I want that hand to smack my ass so hard fuck. 😋

⚰️ If I had to (and I do) make one complaint about this card it is that I honestly HATE Victor’s expression in the evoled. It’s just too soft and sweet for my liking. And as a Capricorn myself I can assure you that any slip up of us expressing even just the slightest bit of our vulnerability to anyone we will rip ourselves apart head to toe for years on that one single event and I assume that even during Victor’s most intimate times that stone cold look would not fade as easily as it does in this card. 

⚰️I think that it is beautiful and no hate to the Victor stans who think he looks hot AF in this card. I am all for it. I just personally like my capricorns whipped into shape. 😌

🌸 𝐆𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓 | 7/10 | 3rd Place

⚰️ This one gave me the most and best shock.

⚰️ My favorite Gavin cards are by far this and his valentines card from last year. 

⚰️ There is just something about Valentines day that gets Gavin in a sexy mood. (you’re secretly a hopeless romantic, aren't you Gavin huh...huh???)😏

⚰️ First off, GAVIN!!! I ain’t ever seen you look so SEXY. Sending me Eboy vibes to the MAX ughhhhh!!!! 

⚰️ I love the straps on his shirt and the fact that it’s wet and the glove PULLLLL!!! FUCKK GAVINNNNN!!! 💦🔥💦

⚰️ Gavin for me is everything that’s hot that I just can’t get behind but I WANT to get behind. You know? haha.

⚰️ He’s just such a good boy and a sad boi all at the same time and he holds a soft place in ma heart (but he’s definitely a one night stand and then I never call him again haahaaaa ahhhh) 🤧

⚰️ And then this card!! It is so cute! SO sweet!!! and just very beautifully intimate. They look so in love!!!

⚰️ I just know for a fact that this night is very gentle and very passionate. 

⚰️ S3x with Gavin may not be intense, but it is love that we all at one point need okayyy!!. *cries* 🥲

⚰️ Gavin’s card is probably my 3rd favorite out of all of the boys this year. I do really love his pose and they are very sexy and very sweet and also very Gavin for his event cards. I also enjoy that his expression is still very true to his character in the last card (I’m looking at you lulu and vic) 

⚰️ I just feel like the art lacks a lot of story in Gavin’s cards (even his ones last year too) They just look like they took valentines day photos together lol. 

⚰️ I don’t hate them and they are very beautiful I just wish there was more going on then what looks to be like Gavin modeling for a brand of Makers Mark Whiskey lol. 

⚰️ I actually haven’t played a single Gavin date🤭...so I don’t have much to say on how he reacts to MC outside of the regular story line and I am sure that his valentines date for our English Sever with him was very wonderful. Based off of Gavin’s main story character I wouldn’t consider him very romantic or at least not the one in control of planning their dates. I think that of all the boys Gavin’s Valentines would be the most laid back and I would like to see more of Gavin’s character coming through with the artwork of these dates if that’s the case.

ENDNOTES: 

⚰️  On a serious note these cards are very beautiful although...I think I honestly enjoyed last years Valentines cards more than this one (the ones we got this year in the english server)... (omg...no way...she said it)

⚰️ Don’t get me wrong! All these cards are VERY sexy and I do like it but I feel like they almost lack intensity that last year SOLD us. 

⚰️ I guess what I am trying to say is they all feel too vanilla if you know what I mean... Gavin’s card is the only one that gives me a sense of spice despite him being the sweetest out of all the boys. I just feel that these in comparison to how lavish last years cards were that I want to see more intensity. 

⚰️ I am curious to know if the cards will ever get to that point (I know that the game wont give us full blown porn scenes...*sigh* lol) but I am looking forward to seeing some imagery to withhold the imagination of such. 

⚰️ Basically I’m sad that Lucien had no scratch marks. That-That’s it! You caught me!! I just want to see my daddy’s skin all scratched up!! Is that too much to ask for?! 

⚰️ ALSO I WANT FULL SHIRTLESS (WITH NIPPLES) SSR CARDDDSSSSSSS AHHHFGJGKRIGKECGHGERMCHM!!!!

⚰️ This is all written for shits n giggles. Please take this lightly and kindly let me know what karma card you liked the most. 

Thank you for stopping by, 🖤 Yvaine. 

[lupins-sweater]

Tea and Chocolate (Part V)

Remus Lupin x American Reader

Summary: Y/N and Remus celebrate his birthday even though the night before was the full moon

Warnings: food, mentions of blood, anxiety

This is it, guys, 😭. This is the last part to this series. So sorry for the updates being so spread apart, but I really appreciate you sticking with it and all the support! Thank you! This last part is dedicated to @poppin-potter. Thank you for supporting me from the very beginning of the blog and helping with this series 💕💕 picture made by the lovely @angelinathebook

These reminded me of their relationship. They’re incredibly sweet and cause extreme yearning. 😃

You sat on your bed searching Molly’s recipe books for the perfect dinner. Remus’s birthday is tomorrow; however, tonight is also the full moon. Your plans needed a raincheck, but that didn’t stop you from trying to make today special. A box filled with comfort items such as a blanket, two bottles of water, food, and a fresh change of clothes waited near the door.

“Not much of a birthday gift, but it’ll do for now,” you commented to your plant Richard. You stood up and placed a bookmark in between the annotated pages. Wiping the sweat forming on your palms away, you grabbed the box and carefully made your way up the stairs.

You didn’t know why you were so nervous. Remus would appreciate you looking after him. But then again you felt like you were overstepping. Maybe you were treating him like a baby, and he couldn’t tell you you because he knew you felt helpless. Your constant want for control caused your anxiety to throw you into a constant state of worry.

“If he knew I bit my nails and obsessively watched out the window on nights like these, would he not want me anymore? Does my anxiety make me unlovable? No, Y/N. Shut up. Of course not. But he wouldn’t want a partner that worried about him like I do, would he? You don’t even know if he even wants a romantic relationship. Ughhhhh shut up!” you spiraled walking slowly toward his door.

You sat the box down and took a deep breath. Turning back toward your room, you snapped your fingers, a weird thing you did when you’re anxious.

“Y/N.”

Your head whipped around toward the tall figure leaning against the door frame. You stared at Remus not knowing what to say.

“Come here,” he moved the box over with his foot and smiled softly. You took the hand he held out, not quite looking looking at his face.

“Your hands are freezing!” he spoke in a low voice and brought your hand to his lips. He stopped before they met; your eyes flicked to his.

“Is this alright?” Remus asked for permission. Your ears felt hot as you smiled and whispered a “yes.”

He pressed his lips against the back of your hand while maintaining eye contact.

“Oh wow...” you thought.

“Thank you for the gift. May I ask what’s inside?” he inquired.

You stepped into his cozy room to let him close the door.

“Just some things to help with tonight.”

He opened his mouth and shut it promptly. You brow furrowed hoping you weren’t correct about his feelings.

“Sorry. It’s been a couple years since someone’s cared for me like this. Please don’t feel like you have to; I don’t want you to put yourself out trying to make me comfortable.”

“Noo, Rem,” you rushed toward him and wished you were tall enough to cup his face, “I look after you because I care about you!” You we’re trying your best not to say “love.”

“Helping you with your transformation will never ‘put myself out.’ I will do everything in my power to make everything betterfor you. You deserve someone that wants to care for you. You deserve an easier life. You deserve someone who loves you and will always have your back!”

As soon as that escaped your mouth, your eyes locked. “Oh shit.” Fear ran through your body, and you covered your mouth. You didn’t wait to hear Remus’s response and walked out the room as fast as you could.

You paced around your room while the scene played over and over in your mind.

“Oh no. It was definitely too soon to say “love.” What was I thinking?? Oh. I wasn’t!”

Someone knocked on your door and opened it right away. Remus strode toward you. He put his large hand behind your head to tilt your face to his. With your hearts racing, he kissed you with an open mouth. Your arms found themselves around his neck as he kissed you again and again.

You pulled away breathing hard.

“I love you, too,” he breathed. “Sirius will be here soon, so I should get ready. Sorry for barging in; I kind of got caught in the moment. Not that telling you I love you was just “being in the moment.” If that makes sense... I do love you. Really. Truly. I only didn’t know when to tell you. Um. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah. I’ll have a bath and everything ready,” you responded still processing what happened.

“Thank you.”

~~~~

The sound of rushing water and the smell of tea calmed your nerves. Remus should be on his way. Just in time the sandy-haired man walked unsteadily in you room; his muscles were in fire with every movement he made. You sprang into action and guided him him into the bathroom. You scanned his shaking body for cuts as you peeled away the sweaty clothing. With no serious injuries, he slowly sank into the hot water with a sigh. You kissed his forehead even though his forehead gleamed with sweat.

“Are you bleeding anywhere?”

“No,” his rough voice answered.

“Alright. I’ll leave you alone then.”

His wet hand grabbed your wrist. “Can you stay? I don’t want to be alone...and I don’t think I can reach my hair.”

“Of course, Rem.”

You kneeled next to the tub and lathered his hair with soap. Remus shut his eyes contently when you massaged his scalp, enjoying the intimate moment together. The comfortable silence took place of the conversation as neither of you knew what to say. Lupin’s stomach took advantage of this to express his hunger. Giggling, you rinsed his hair while he rushed to clean the rest of his body. You stood up, so he could use your shoulders to steady himself.

“I’m going to pour the tea and plate your dinner from tonight. Are you okay if I leave and come back?”

“Yeah I’ll get dressed. I’m sure you don’t want a naked man in your room. Unless...” a mischievous smile followed his joke.

“Not unless I’m naked, too,” you winked and left the bathroom with your face burning.

~~~~

Remus finished his meal watching the sunrise while you you dozed peacefully. He noticed how the golden light kissed your complexion, making your skin glow. Smiling to himself, he placed his plate in the desk and got under the blankets as quietly as he could to avoid waking you.

“Happy birthday!” you whispered after kissing his forehead. The plates on the tray clinked together.

“Mmm hello,” Remus croaked, his voice rough from sleep, “what time is it?”

“2 p.m.”

“Hm. Excuse me if this sounds rude, but is that for me?” he nodded toward the tray full of sweet and savory pastries and the two bottles of butterbeer.

“Yes it’s for you! I tried to find fillings that you like.” You beamed and put the tray in his lap.

He let out a hearty laugh. “Aww, Y/N, thank you! You must have spent all morning working on these.”

“Maybe, but it was definitely worth it.”

“Here,” he popped open a bottle of butterbeer and passed it to you, “I don’t want to celebrate by myself.”

“Thank you. Are you feeling better?”

“Just a headache... well a body ache too.”

A giggle escaped your lips which caused your boyfriend to tilt his head. “Oh. So you think my pain is funny?”

“Of course not, dear.”

You grabbed the pain reliever from your full moon bag. “Oh! That reminds me! I have three more presents.”

You ran to your desk and grabbed a brand new leather-bound journal and a package of Reese’s Cups.

“You spoil me, Y/N.”

“I know.”

Remus chuckled. “Oh my. The peanut butter chocolates!”

“Ugh. You sound like an old man.”

“Y/N! Not this again!”

You sat in the edge of the bed and laughed. The both of you completely content.

“Alright. What’s the last present?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Do I trust you? I don’t even see anything in your hands.”

“Just do it!”

He closed one eye and half closed the other which you rolled your eyes at. You hurried up, grabbed his face, and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

~~~~

You pulled away. The great hall started to fill with children. It had been two years since the pandemic, and things finally felt like they were going the way they were supposed to.

Remus played with the sapphire ring on your finger while the students got settled. Oh. You’re also engaged to the best DADA professor in the world.

~~~~

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[pikemoreno]

if you ever wanna be in love

Chapter I: Coffee Cures All Ills

a/n: Here it is folks! The first part of a Marcus fic heavily inspired by the Netflix rom-com Set It Up. 

It’s more structurally and conceptually inspired and not an exact scene-for-scene remake because a) I was interested in the idea of this not even really being an AU. This is extremely canon-compliant and you’ll see more of that as we continue on. 😏And b) because I had lots of ideas that spun off from watching Set It Up that I just liked better for the purpose of this fic. So that’s what you can expect. It’s gonna be cheesy and fun and great.

The first couple of chapters are a lot of, well, set up (which has been infuriating). But we’ll get into the meat of it soon. My outline says so.

As a side note, a lot of the gifs I’m going to be using are from the movie, but these are not my face claims for any of the characters. I’m using them simply for the ~vibe~ of the chapter. Reader is not a small white girl... Or she might be. She is you. Or whatever OC you’d like her to be. Period. 

And that’s it. Let’s go, I guess.

pairing: marcus pike x f!reader

word count: 2k (probably one of the shortest chapters we’re gonna see out of the 14-ish lolz)

warnings: none, and i don’t expect there to really be any serious ones in upcoming chapters either. this is just fun.

Marcus Pike never wanted to fall in love. 

He’d seen what it had done to him in failed relationships including everything up to a failed marriage. Some would argue that it wasn’t love then, that love doesn’t fail, so it couldn’t have been. But he disagreed. He knows it when it hits. It comes on you like lightning, bright and fast. You accept it, letting it run through your veins, and risk suffering a fatal blow to your heart. And it most definitely can fatally fail. It can cause joy and pain in equal measure. He’d already been struck so painfully once, the blow of the electricity going straight to his heart. He was beginning to hope to the high heavens that he wouldn’t be so unlucky as to be struck a second time, just in case it should reach his heart so painfully once more.

Marcus Pike never wanted to fall in love.

He felt that especially strongly as he watched Adrian go through his recent break-up. He felt for his fellow agent, he really did. Adrian was completely convinced Sam was the one, sold to the point of going ring shopping soon. But one brief mention of an engagement sent Sam running for the hills. He’d been moping around the office for a couple of weeks now and, as much as Marcus understood the pain, he was already really looking forward to Adrian’s rebound or some similar distraction. He was needing his friend’s signature fire back right about now, not to mention his focus. His work had gotten sloppy in this mourning period. He was constantly distracted. Marcus was dreading getting him on this case today, but maybe it was just the push he needed. He hoped. He stepped up to Adrian’s desk, watching the glazed over look in his eye.

“Hey, Adrian, do you mind getting a head start on this? I’d really like you to be our head man on--” he slid the file onto his desk, but was cut short by Adrian’s response. A response that had nothing to do with anything Marcus had just said.

“I’m gonna die alone,” he muttered, hands supporting his chin, elbows on his desk. Marcus let out an exasperated sigh that he didn’t seem to notice.

“You’re not gonna die alone,” he played along once again, rubbing his temple.

“Maybe I’ll go be a monk. They never have to worry about this shit.”

“An honorable profession.”

“Yeah.” Adrian blinked out of his dream-like state. “I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” Marcus nodded rigidly. “Sorry, Pike.” He opened the file, nodding slowly, “Yeah, I’ll get on this.”

“You look exhausted,”

“I am,” he admitted sheepishly. 

“I’m making a break room run to get coffee, you want one?”

“Please.” Marcus nodded his understanding and made his way down the hall to the break room. He doubted a case and a coffee could get his friend back on track, but he could hope, right?

***

If you had to listen through one more of Wendy’s mood swings, you might just scream. You love the girl, you really do. She’s your friend and the best boss you could’ve asked for, but Lord Almighty, had she been in rare form. Some days she was perfectly fine, strutting around like she didn’t care that her asshole boyfriend Daniel gave her an ultimatum instead of a ring on their last anniversary. Other days would see her doing a complete 180, shutting herself in her office and weeping into suspect files. Your least favorite days, though, were days where the heartbreak made her angry, where thinking about Daniel saying “It’s me or your job” made her border-line vengeful. But, unfortunately for you and the rest of the team, he wasn’t around to take the beating.

You couldn’t say you entirely understood. The short catalog of even shorter flings that you boasted brought largely apathy rather than heartbreak. You couldn’t say you’d ever been in love like Wendy had been. You’d never felt anything quite that strong-- and thank goodness for that. It wasn’t something you particularly looked forward to, at least, not the way you’d seen it lately. It was an uncontrollable force, dangerous and all-consuming. You liked control, liked being in your right mind. If love was to take up it's unfortunate residence, you could only hope it was for someone worth losing your mind over. You hadn’t seen anyone of the sort so far. 

Unfortunately, it was already too late for Wendy Harrod. The already intimidating head of the Jewelry & Gem Theft Program in Texas was in rare form. You watched as an HR intern ran from her office in near tears. Poor Randy. Her sharp “come in” in response to your knock on her door made you wince.

“Harrod, I have the results of that house search you requested if you--”

“No, no! Absolutely not, I cannot handle this right now,” she was absolutely raging, leaving you grasping at straws for a response. 

“I-- Uh-- Of course. I’ll just leave it right here whenever--” you placed it gently on the end table by the door before being interrupted again.

“Ughhhhh,” she groaned out before flopping into her desk chair, the red leather creaking as she let sit spin her around once, “I’m sorry. I’m being mean.” There was your Wendy.

“Just a little.”

“Sorry, sorry. Bring that here please.” 

“What can I do for you? As your friend, I mean. You--” you weighed your words carefully as you hand her the report, “You haven’t quite been yourself since…” you stopped that thought, “Well, lately.” She sighed, shaking her head.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I need,” she began to skim the report before looking back up with you with a tight lipped smile, “Maybe a coffee? For the more immediate problems anyway.” You laughed.

“Now that I can do. I’m headed there now. Break room coffee ok?”

“That’d be perfect.”

“The usual?”

“The usual.” She yelled after you as you walk down the hall, “You’re an angel!”

She wasn’t gonna be saying that when you came back without coffee. 

The sign on the coffee pot reading “out of coffee” was going to seriously ruin your reputation and Wendy’s sensitive mood. You ran through the options: you couldn’t leave to get her a Starbucks; there were some bottled iced coffees in the fridge, but Wendy hated them; you could wait for someone to make a run at lunch and pass on the order, but this was too urgent. Then it hit you. Everyone knew the sixth floor had the better coffee stock anyway. The art freaks loved their fancy stuff. You could always just waltz down a floor and snag two cups from their stash. 5 minutes in and out. No harm done, no questions asked. 

Or so you thought. 

The sixth floor break room was already occupied when you walked in, finding another agent also brewing a morning cup in a single cup coffee maker. 

They really did have everything here: multiple pots, another much fancier looking machine that looked like it might come to life and attack at any moment, recyclable coffee cups, every type of creamer. You name it.

You’d have to sneak over here more often.

You stepped up to the larger coffee pot, rinsing out the carafe before reaching for the container of grounds. Empty. 

They had everything here. Except coffee. 

Was the whole damn building in a coffee famine? You didn’t have time to check.

“No, no, no, no,” you panicked, frantically searching the cabinet for another container. In your peripheral you could see the other agent look at you like you’d grown two heads. You couldn’t be bothered with his judgement, but you met his eyes to ask, maybe a little too frantically. 

“Is that the last of it?” you questioned, eyeing the cup he was brewing.

“Well, yeah, sorry.” It was obvious he meant it, but apologies were not what you were needing right now.

“Shit.” 

“Withdrawals?” he laughed a little at your panicked state, but it wasn’t demeaning. He was genuinely amused, and maybe a little concerned, but it made you narrow your eyes at him all the same. You were not in the mood for the mocking, no matter how light-hearted it may be. No matter how much it was softened by the bright smile next to you.

“It’s not for me. It’s for my boss. My very upset boss who needs just one small ounce of joy in her life right now. The kind of joy that can only come from the fueling of her caffeine addiction, so if I could please just have that cup?” You blinked at him innocently, but his dark brown eyes widened as he shook his head

“What? No. I have a friend who needs this. If I don’t bring him this, he won’t be working for the rest of the day.”

“If I don’t bring my boss a cup of coffee in the next two minutes, I will probably not be working again. Ever. I will be dead. Do you want to be complicit in a murder, Agent--” you glanced at his badge, “Pike? Can you really live with that?”

“You’re awfully dramatic aren’t you?”

“I wish it was an exaggeration.” He inspected your badge then too.

“Jewelry and Gem Theft. Floor 7, right? What brings you down here to steal our coffee?” The argument was pointed, but his demeanor was anything but. He was smiling, enjoying this. A little too much, you seethed. You couldn’t stand around arguing all day.

“We’re out too.”

“Try another floor?”

“Time is of the essence here, Art Squad.” There was no room for addressing him politely now, he was riling you up on purpose. 

“If you didn’t stand here arguing with me you could’ve tried another floor by now, Jewels.”

He must think he’s so clever.

“Please. This is DEFCON 5.”

“You do know DEFCON 5 is the good one, right?”

“You know what I mean. Please.” He looked at you and then the newly brewed cup, biting the inside of his cheek, thinking through the problem.

“Tell you what. I am willing to split this if you are. Maybe it’s enough to fix both of them.” The crease between his eyebrows was deep as he studied your face, “I know Adrian is too out of it to notice he’s getting jipped, not sure about your boss.” You shrugged.

“Wendy will manage. It’s enough to keep her from throwing something at my head next time I walk in.” He dutifully split the coffee between two of the recyclable travel cups and handed one to you. You took it gratefully. 

“I hope this keeps you from… Dying? What’s up with that anyway?” You’re not sure what made this person that was essentially a stranger so interested in your life, but something about it feels nice.

“She had a really bad breakup: anniversary, thought it was going to be a proposal, instead it was him being a piss-baby. She’s a little all over the place right now. They’d been together for years and now there’s just… A hole. She doesn’t know how to deal with it.” Pike’s nod in response is emphatic, giving the cup in his hand a little wave.

“Same with him. Terrible breakup. He didn’t see it coming at all. She broke up with him on a voicemail… Then moved. ‘Course it just put him in this crazy funk, though. Doesn’t wanna work or do much of anything. No violence. Yet. But it’s sad to see.” You winced.

“That’s a rough one. Best of luck with him, Art Squad. Thank you. I owe you one. Seriously.”

“You definitely do, Jewels.” His smile is blindingly bright as he jokes. It makes you smile back.

“See you around.”

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

The Reader getting jealous because their baby girl favors Erik more than her.

Warnings: FLUFF, short.

“Look at mommy’s sour ass face, Oria, Look.”

Erik held his five pounds, eight ounces baby up like she was a ball of fur, turning her around to look at her mommy who was currently mugging Erik. Oria Stevens opened her eyes just a little, her black irises showing before closing her eyes again. Oria’s lips made a sucking motion and her tiny fingers clenched into a fist.

Erik, please,” Y/N grabs Oria from his arms while giving him an aggravating look, “Oria favors me too.”

“Where?” Erik presses.

“She just does she’s my baby too, Erik, my baby shares my features don’t do that.”

“I’m just trying to understand why you are still upset about what everyone said in the hospital-HEY PRETTY GIRL!! DADDY’S BINKY BALL!!”

Erik called her BINKY Ball because she was always curled up into the fetal position whenever she rested and she loved her pacifier to death. Oria knew when it wasn’t in her mouth correctly. Still sleeping, she would twist it back the way it’s supposed to be and you couldn’t get that pacifier out of her mouth if you tried. Erik greeted her with deep dimples and a silly face. Oria gave him a gummy smile while showcasing her dimples as well. Erik pokes them, causing his little princess to babble a little.

Y/N watched them both interact and wished she had her phone nearby to record. Now Erik was using the tips of his fingers to smooth Oria’s thick head of hair down. She was so hairy that she gave Y/N heart burn during her pregnancy. The doctors had to cut hair from around Oria’s neck because she wasn’t breathing properly. Y/N didn’t find out until later that evening and she was honestly grateful because if she would have known at the moment all hell would break loose.

“You didn’t answer my question, baby. Why are you still so bothered by what your family said in the hospital?”

Y/N kisses her teeth, “Because every one of their asses were saying how Oria has your- ouch,” Oria scratched Y/N’s cleavage while opening and closing her mouth. Drool drizzled down her chin and on Y/N’s spaghetti strap shirt, “They said that Oria has you eyes, your nose, your dimples, your full lips. Nothing about what mommy gave her-“

“Like I said, my genes are strong,” Erik looked down and watched Oria plant her lips over Y/N’s left breasts through her shirt, “feed my daughter. You see she’s hungry for some titty milk.”

“Shut up, Erik,” Y/N pulled down the front of her top, her heavy milk filled left breast flopping out. Y/N cradled Oria’s head while bringing her to her breast to drink her milk. Y/N looked over at Erik. He had a mesmerized look in his eyes as he watched with a slight smile on his face.

“That’s just beautiful,” Erik spoke with amazement.

“Miss Oria is hungry,” Y/N rubbed the back of Oria’s head before pulling her sleeping baby from her breast. That’s all that Oria does is sleep, sit quietly watch you intently, and smile wide to show off her deep dimples. Erik said he was just like that when he was a baby. Not one thing Oria did reminded Y/N of what she did when she was a baby. Y/N was the baby her mother had to push out of the kitchen while she was in her walker because she couldn’t stay away from the hot stove and the cabinets with pots and pans. Y/N was a cry baby and she couldn’t sleep if she was in her own crib. Oria can sleep in her own crib just fine. She only cried if she was hungry or if she was around someone who gave off bad energy.

“Me and Oria need to have a Mommy-Daughter day away from Daddy because Daddy is rubbing off on her too much. No room for Mommy at all.”

“Stop acting like that,” Erik placed Y/N’s breast back in her top, “You are home with her right now you’ll have plenty of time.”

“Yeah, changing diapers, watching her sleep, feeding her greedy ass, and trying to keep myself awake enough to pay attention, ughhhhh,” Y/N grabs Oria’s hand to rub, “she’s so soft.”

“How about you two come see me for lunch tomorrow? We can eat at that new Habachi restaurant.”

“Nah, so we can be out in public and all the women walk up to our table talking about how cute Binky Ball is and how much she looks like her father. Mm mm, NOPE.”

“What are you tripping over the most? The fact that other women come up to us saying how cute our daughter is, which she IS, or that you’re jealous because she looks more like me and not you? Be happy she’s ours. Be happy she looks like Daddy because Daddy looks good, don’t he?”

“Did you really just say be glad she’s ours? What makes you think I’m not? I’m just getting tired of everybody talking about how much she looks like you like I didn’t carry her greedy, kicking butt for 9 months-“

“Chill. You’re too hyped up over this, baby-“

“And Daddy is good looking and my baby got it good too but damn her Mommy is a bad bitch.”

Erik smiles, “She definitely is.”

“We BOTH made a beautiful black baby girl.”

“YES.” Erik spoke with a firm tone. Y/N shut her mouth, closing her eyes with a shake of her head.

“I’m silly, aren’t I?”

“Nah, just a brat who likes attention.”

Oria stirred in Y/N’s arms. Y/N got up from the couch, Erik slapping her much thicker ass and watching her walk over to Oria’s swing chair that played lullabies. He loved looking at the way Y/N’s hips spread more and the tiny stretch marks on her lower belly. She swaddled Oria before walking back to the couch. Y/N sat down on Erik’s lap, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Sorry for being so mad, Daddy.”

“Don’t do it again. Believe it or not, Oria has your ears.”

“My ears?! They poke out like an elf though!”

Erik chuckled while clutching his chest.

“I can’t stand you!” Y/N punches him.

“Did you notice the strawberry birthmark on her belly?”

Y/N pondered for a moment, “Yeah, right next to her outie belly button-“

She stopped talking, beaming down at Erik with her wide mocha eyes twinkling, “She has the same birthmark as me! In the same place!”

“See,” Erik pulled Y/N’s legs around so she can straddle him. He really just wanted to wrap his arms around her waist. All that baby weight on her felt good sitting over his crotch, “Now tell me she don’t favor you again and watch I give mommy an ass whipping to remember.”

“I promise, I won’t say it any more,” She held up her pinky before wrapping it around his pinky, “I swear.”

“Good girl,” Erik kissed Y/N’s neck before pulling on the front of her top, “Can I get some of mama’s milk now?”

[black-mesa-hive-au]

Entry 4

CW: blood, panic attacks

(the recording suddenly starts, showing Calhoun's dorm room and another clone with slicked back hair at the doorway)

Gilbert: Afternoon.

Calhoun: uh-

Gilbert: Do we still have buds in the fridge?

Calhoun: y...yea?

Gilbert: mmmh. (he places his helmet on the hook by the door.) Man, I'm tired. Ughhhhh hungry too. Really takes a lot outta you standing practically all day.

Calhoun:.....

Gilbert: (he slides his shoes off and places them by the door.) Do we still have pizza from yesterday?

Calhoun:....you mean...pizza from last week?

Gilbert: Really? I swear we had pizza yesterday. Don't tell me you ate it all again and you're lying to me. 

Calhoun:.......

Gilbert: Are you even listening?

Calhoun: uh-

Gilbert: Ugh. Fine just don't listen to me.

Calhoun: I- Uh...

Gilbert: You're looking at me weirdly. Like I'm a ghost or something.

Calhoun: W-well! I'm looking at one right now! What the hell happened to you where did you go? You dont just expect to walk back in here and me be fine with it!

Gilbert: I just got back from my shift what are you talking about?

Calhoun: You and Michael have been gone a week! 

Gilbert: Look. I don't know who Micheal is or how you think I've been gone a week but I'd suggest you stop that talk before it really gets to your head. You watch those sci fi flicks too much.

Calhoun: But you-

Gilbert: But I what??? Are you sure you're feelin alright Calhoun?

Calhoun: I'm feeling fine! Just, I thought you were dead and-and...or like you were taken away or something!

Gilbert: Dead? You saw me this morning! We live together! I get off my shift at the exact same time every day. I'm here and I'm breathing.

Calhoun: I just- (he sighs) Fine, let's just go with your story. You just came back from your shift. Okay. So how was your day?

Gilbert: It was fine.

Calhoun: anything interesting?

Gilbert: Oh just a few bits of electric work and helping scientists open their offices again. The usual. (he grabs a beer from the fridge) How about you?

Calhoun: Well, I just did some errands for Dr. Freeman and guarded a bit. It was a pretty slow day, really.

Gilbert: (slowly pulls the beer tab) mm. Average. Wish there was something more to do, ya know.

Calhoun: (takes his helmet off, laying it in his lap causing the camera angle to change) Yea.

Gilbert: Heh, we're gonna be workin all our lives.

Calhoun: Well, if we don't we're a goner practically. (he laughs nervously)

Gilbert: Tell me about it. Look, I know I go on about it a lot but, do you ever think of running?

Calhoun: Like, running away?

Gilbert: Yea.

Calhoun: Of course.

Gilbert:I know you don't want to think about it but- I don't have long. I'm on my decommission year. They could take me any minute. Think about running all the time. Just. Run away somewhere. I don’t know where or with who. Or- or what will happen to me. I don't know if I can leave if I ever get the chance. Like physically- I don't know what would happen to a clone when taken from their natural environment.

Calhoun: I mean, our DNA is human so I'd assume so.

Gilbert: That could be a lie. All of us could be a lie.

Calhoun: Gilbert buddy, you're getting deeper than usual-

Gilbert: We could be like...not human. (he freezes for a second, unblinking)

Calhoun: Gilbert? are you okay?

Gilbert:.....

Gilbert: (he snaps out of it) Like, the thought of staying cooped up here doing the same thing over and over and over is exhausting. The scientists have had lives, they'll make lives and celebrate them. We're made like fish tank ornaments that help with things anyone could do with their own two hands. (he starts to pace) Black Mesa could hire anyone! They didn't need to make us but they just wanted to show off to aperture! How full of it do you have to be to make life like a party trick!? Build something just to throw it away after 3 years of use. We're not batteries. We're flesh and blood like everyone else! All of these things black mesa does for small achievements and pats on the back. Its sickening. I don't want to work here anymore. I've got shocked by those damn wires enough times that I'd probably be dead by now. We're technically not citizens of New Mexico. We're not citizens of anything so how could we stand up for ourselves and sue? (his breathing starts to become more frantic as he speeds up) The scientists would loose their jobs if they did and they're all too cowardly to try. To them we're just robots or something, so why would they care in the first place. We're useful to them. (he crushes his beer, the can contorting and shooting beer everywhere and continues to talk, this time even faster) We're made to be tools to them and not friends. Just objects that are alive. Th-that’s all we are and will be all we are. Just recycled over and over and over and over and over-

Calhoun: G-gilbert?

Gilbert: over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over-

Calhoun: GILBERT?!!?? LISTEN TO ME GIL-

Gilbert: over and over and over aND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER (he begins to grab the sides of his head, screaming and falling to his knees.) OVER AND OVER AND OVER

Calhoun: BREATHE MAN, BREATHE. JUST- (stands up, placing the helmet on the chair)

Gilbert: OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER ANNNNNDDDDDDD OVVVVEREEERRRRRRRRR!!!! (he screeches loudly as his nose begins to bleed)

Calhoun: GILBERT! GILBERT!! 3-3006!!! PLEASE I'M GETTING HELP- (he rushes to the phone on the wall, dialing quickly as Gilbert continues to screech)

Gilbert: (Starts to tug on his hair) OVVVVERRRR ANDD OVERRRRR AND OVERERRRRRR

Calhoun: (on the phone) HELLO? HELLO OTIS???

Gilbert: AAND OVERRRR AND OVERRR AND OV- (he stops, eyes bloodshot and blood still dripping from his nose. He freezes, pupils dilating as he frantically looks around at the ground. He takes a breath and falls to the floor with a thud.)

(The apartment is silent except for Calhoun's heavy breathing)

Calhoun: (drops the phone and looks back) GILBERT? Holy- oh my lord…(runs over to Gilbert, panicking and turning him over, checking his heartbeat.) no no no NO NO NO NO MAN DON'T DO THIS TO ME NOW.

(the sound of the keypad on the other side of the door chimes. Someone barges through the door, looking around frantically for the source of the screaming.)

Sisk: Calhoun? What was that scream-

Calhoun: (looks back to Sisk, showing off Gilbert's lifeless body) G-gg...

Sisk: Holy S--t. W-what the hell happened!? Did he just? Did you? 

Calhoun: No! No! I didn't do anything! He just got to talking a...about like all that existential stuff and just….kinda broke! He just died!!! in front of me!

Sisk: Jesus Christ. I didn't even know he was alive? And then he just...died? Right in front of you?

Calhoun: (nods, sniffling) 

Sisk: You- you don't just do that. Right? Right??? You don't just die that. 

Calhoun: I- I don’t know. He was gone for a week and just came back and immediately got to talking about all this. I...I have to call someone. (he stands up)

Sisk: What are you going to do about the body? The administration isn't going to be kind about a body laying around in your dorm! And where was he all this time?

Calhoun: I have to call (he makes his way back to the phone hanging on the wire) Someone….

Sisk: Who are you going to call??!! We need to do something about him!!! Please Calhoun come to your senses!

Calhoun: (dialing) Hello? Doctor Kleiner?

Dr. Kliener: Hello?? 2295???

Sisk: (Runs up and grabs the phone)

Calhoun: What the hell???

Sisk: You can't call a scientist!!! They'll think you killed him or something! Then you'll be dead for sure! 

Calhoun: No Sisk, you don't get it! I have to call him. This is important!

Sisk: So is Gilbert's dead body!

Calhoun: Look, I trust him to help! I don't have time for this!! Don't make me play rank on you. 

Sisk: WHY DO YOU TRUST HIM? 

Calhoun: OFFICER SISK- CALM DOWN

Sisk: CALHOUN THIS IS ONE OF US HE CAN'T HELP! HE WOULDNT KNOW A THING ABOUT HEL-

Calhoun: OFFICER SISK. I NEED YOU TO STAND DOWN.

Sisk: Bu-

Calhoun: PLEASE. 

Sisk: (he blinks for a second, and backs off reluctantly, looking Calhoun straight in the eye) You are making a horrible mistake. A horrible mistake.

Calhoun: Like you have any better idea!!??

Sisk: YES. I DO!!! WE BURY HIM OURSELVES! CLONE TO CLONE!! THE ADMINISTRATION WOULD PROBABLY JUST THROW HIM OUT!! YOU WOULDN'T LET THAT HAPPEN WOULD YOU? I THOUGHT YOU CARED!! 

Calhoun: I DO CARE!! OF COURSE I CARE!!! WE CAN'T DO IT ALL BY OURSELVES. WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!!

Dr. Kleiner: I guess I'll just wait then….

Sisk: OH? WE CAN'T DO IT OURSELVES? WHAT HAPPENED TO US BEING JUST AS HUMAN?? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BARNEY CALHOUN THAT HAD HIS PRIORITIES STRAIGHT? DID THAT SCIENTIST YOU'RE CALLING SUCK IT OUT OF YOU??

Calhoun: THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE WHO CAN HELP US!

Sisk: AND THOSE PEOPLE ARE OURSELVES. NOBODY IN THIS FACILITY HAS EVER SHED A TEAR FOR US. WHY WOULD THEY HELP US!!??? YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME. WE GET HURT.

Calhoun: YOU DON'T TALK ABOUT VINCENT THAT WAY. THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT. 

Sisk: You know what? I'm not arguing with you anymore. It's like arguing with a child!

Calhoun: You're arguing with yourself.

Sisk: And so are you. Except this side of you still gives a damn.

Calhoun: (He takes a deep, shaken breath) You don't get it. you don't get it. There is more going on than you know of.

Sisk: Oh. Is that what is making you so stubborn? Some conspiracy again? You know I'm getting a little tired of this. You're always running away from the facts and siding with some random BS that suits you more.

Calhoun: I have facts. I have PLENTY. LOOK. GILBERT AND MICHEAL WERE GONE A WEEK AND NOW GILBERT IS BACK AND DEAD ON MY DORM FLOOR. THERE'S A FACT. GILBERT IS A 3RD GENERATION CLONE, MAN! THEY DON'T JUST DIE LIKE THAT- THE ADMINISTRATION TAKES THEM AWAY! YOU KNOW THIS. (he takes a deep breath) you should know this. Please just listen ,Sisk, I respect you. You're a fine officer and I love you like a brother I don't want to have to keep arguing with you.

Sisk:....

Calhoun: Goddammit man, just please-

Sisk: (he sighs) Fine….just call the scientist. I'll see you tomorrow morning then. 

Calhoun:...alright.

Sisk: (makes his way to the door, hesitantly stepping over Gilbert) He was my friend too you know. Most I'd like is a funeral. (he walks out, the door sliding shut behind him)

Dr. Kleiner: y-you still there? Calhoun?

Calhoun: Y...yea doc I'm here.

Dr. Kleiner: 3009 is….back?

Calhoun: Dead. He's back and he's dead. 

Dr. Kleiner: I'm very sorry about that ,Mr. Calhoun. 

Calhoun: I'm (he nervously laughs) Sorry you had to hear all of that. 

Dr. Kleiner: Its fine, it's fine. Me and Dr. Vance have arguments all the time. Its part of being, well, human. 

Calhoun:.....(stands there)

Dr. Kleiner: Calhoun?

Calhoun: (hangs up and places the phone back. He walks over to the helmet to turn the camera off as tears stream down his face.)

-end of recording- 

[bangtanislife-0612]

Impulse~ Part 12

Group: BTS

Au: Superhero

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x OC

Summary: Main Character has lost their job and needed money to pay for college, so they become a villain because it pays really well. The boys are a superhero group named Bangtan under organization named The Elite. The evil organization is called The Organization because I'm super original. Jungkook and OC are freshman  in second semester of college. Jimin and Taehyung are sophomores in college. Namjoon and Hoseok are juniors in college. Yoongi is a senior and Jin is graduated and working at The Elite. Basically Jungkook has a crush on OC in college, but doesn't know she's a super villain working against him so it's that kind of story.

                                                Impulse Masterlist

3rd POV

It's been about three days since the kidnapping and Mina still hadn't come back to school. The boys knew they couldn't visit unless they were in their suits but even then it would be a little odd since they normally don't visit victims. Minas best friend sunny has also been out but the boys assume that she must be taking care of Mina.

Mina’s POV

"Ughhhhh I just want to be out of here already. I've missed so many classes."

Jae releases a soft chuckle.

"Well considering you pretended to be kidnapped and beat up you do need to keep up appearances by staying home to ‘recover’."

“Hey! I told you I had to do that to avoid suspicion.”

I end my sentence with a punch to his shoulder, resulting in an clearly playfully offended glare from Jay.

For a second we both sit in silence, both of us being used to Sunny pretending to play peacemaking to our ‘arguments’. 

"I know it’s only been a few days but I miss her."

I feel the sympathetic eyes of Jae boring into me, and shift my attention to the wall as I pace around continuing my rant.

“She shouldn’t have been there in the first place. I was the one that hit was meant for. I-I should have done something to stop him!”

CRASH

I heave out painful pants watching the equipment I just kicked land across the room. 

I feel a pull on my arm and turn to see Jay, having to turn my head away once again at the pity filling his gaze.

“You blaming yourself, Mina. Even Sunny has told you its not your fault. It was her idea and we both know there is nothing you could have done to stop them from where you were.”

A small rational part of me knows his words hold some kind of weight; however, the emotional part of me can’t forget the moment I heard that Golden boy had pulled on Sunny’s arm hard enough to dislocate it. Knowing she has to stay in the hospital for another four days on top of the three she’s already been there fills my heart with constant worry.

I feel a nudge on my arm and turn to Jay once again. He seems to always know when I’m stuck in my head. We sit for another moment with no words exchanged before he expels a sigh.

"I think it's been long enough....you can go back to school tomorrow"

I turn to him in disbelief searching his eyes fo any lies before squealing and covering him in a hug. 

"Yeah yeah I know you're excited but know that you have to come up with an excuse for Sunny’s absence!"

I nod quickly in agreement just happy to get out of the apartment again and run off to get ready for school tomorrow. I can’t help but feel relief to finally have a distraction from everything going on, and pretend to be normal once again.

The one thing about going back to school that I was not prepared for was the staring. It was easy to forget that the kidnapping was just a largely covered news story when the only people I talked to about it knew it was fake. Everyone here is probably expecting me to break down in tears any moment from such a traumatic event. For now all I can do is keep my head down and wait for sunny to come back. However it seemed that the universe had other plans.

"Mina! Is that you?"

Turning to the right revealed Kim Taehyung was the one asking the question everyone was too scared to. Surveying him properly I could see he was surrounded by the rest of his friends per usual. I straighten up my posture in preparation and give a quick awkward wave before beginning my trek over to the group of boys.

"Haha yeah, I just got out of the hospital yesterday"

"Oh, well we are all glad you are okay. Everybody was worried when they heard what happened to you."

I turn in response to Park Jimin’s words and surprisingly enough could see that he was being genuine even though we don’t know each other all that well. My mouth can’t help but form a shy smile as I thank them all for their well wishes.

We all stand there for a second clearly not knowing what to say next. Right as I’m about to come up with an excuse to leave the awkward situation Namjoon managed to find something to talk about. However, it was the one topic I was hoping to avoid.

"Where's your friend, Sunny?"

Sucking in a breath I attempt to explain to the group the hopefully believable story I’ve come up with about Sunny getting sick the other day and not being able to come to school for a couple days.

The boys all give slightly wary, and even suspicious(?) looks to each other before Kim Seokjin piped in. 

"Kind of a weird coincidence that she got sick right after your kidnapping, talk about bad timing."

He ended his sentence with a slightly awkward laugh as if to excuse the somewhat insensitive comment. I can’t help but furrow my eyebrows a bit, but try to keep my cool and come up with a good excuse on the fly.

"Yeah I guess you could say that although I personally think she got sick because of me. One of our friends told me she basically wouldn't sleep or eat until I was found and she was practically camping out by my bedside in the hospital."

Thankfully the story sold well without the real specifics of her hospital stay; although, the involuntary wince that came with mentioning Sunny’s condition probably helped my case. 

Some of the boys smacked Seokjin’s side for his comment, and to give him credit he did look guilty. Then out of nowhere Jung Hoseok, a well-known social butterfly, jumped in.

"If you want you can hang out with us until Sunny is back at school! We wouldn't want you spending time between classes all by yourself!"

I look up surprised by his invitation and surprisingly enough all of the boys looked like they were in agreement with his statement. Normally I would kindly reject the offer but honestly I was feeling a bit lonely without Sunny by my side, so I give a little nod and all the boys have a small cheer. I quickly took a seat next to Taehyung as he was the one who originally called me over and personally has always give off a friendly vibe to me.  

The second I sit down he begins talking my ear off; however, I appreciate the distraction and change of subject from the previous conversation. I try to pay attention to what he’s saying to me but a hushed conversation nearby peaks my interest instead. It seems to be between Hoseok and Jungkook, but all I can pick out are some mumbles.

“She.....well..I just thought.... gives......chance..talk..” 

I don’t even notice I’ve completely turned my head to look at the two in an attempt to understand their conversation until I notice Jungkook looking right back at me. He nudges Hoseok causing the older boy to stop mid-sentence. I send a small smile their way in hopes of lessening the tension rising, which seems to do the trick as they both send small smiles back to me.

Looking at Jungkook reminds me of my last encounter with him and I sit up a little straighter before asking him,

“Hey, Jungkook how’s your little puppy doing?”

He looks confused for a split second before what look like realization crosses his face and he turns a little red and begins rubbing the back of his neck while he answers.

“Oh, uh he’s doing good. Thank you for asking.”

I tilt my head a bit at his answer noticing that he seems to be avoiding eye contact with me.

“Well, I would love to see him again sometime. Let me know when you bring him back to campus”

He nods in my direction at my statement, still avoiding eye contact with me.

Suddenly, from next to me Taehyung pipes in,

“Oh, Jungkookie has no way to contact you though why don’t you exchange numbers so he can let you know!”

I manage to catch Jungkook give Taehyung a slightly murderous, yet embarrassed look and before either can say anything more I quickly jump in.

“Yeah, that makes sense to me! Do you want me to put it in your phone for you?”

I ask this while staring directly at him hoping for some eye contact from the shy, yet adorable, boy. He looks up just in time for me to see his shocked eyes before turning and grabbing his phone from his bag. Once the phone is in my hands I quickly type in my number as well as sending myself a quick text in order to save his number to my phone. As I’m about to hand it back I notice the time on the phone being close to my first class starting. 

I stand up grabbing my stuff mentioning my observation to the boys before turning to Jungkook once again.

“Make sure to inform me once that puppy of yours is back on campus, and feel free to send my number to the other boys if any of you need something, okay?”

He nods in response. I can’t help but notice the slight pink in his cheeks and chuckle a little at the cute reaction. Before I can over-analyze that last thought I send one last smile to all the boys and turn away to head to class. 

[malereader-inserts]

Shifting Eyes

Fandom: Good Omens Pairing: Crowley x Male!Reader Summary: He only ever sees you when you’re being a pain, but the only thing he stares is your eyes. Word Count: 1,586 Request: What about a shapeshifter male reader x Crowley? Maybe they get in trouble with hell and Crowley deals with it but the reader just really gets on his nerves but then he realizes he’s falling for him. (Maybe Aziraphale getting dragged into it too??) Thanks, love!  A/n: What century did Crowley sleep through? I can’t find it, was it the 19th century?

“Stupid little shapeshifter,” Crowley sneered to himself.

“What was that, dear boy?” Aziraphale asked, amused at his best friend sneering at everything possible, as the angel cradles a small black kitten. 

“(Y/n),” Crowley says as if it clears everything up.

“What’s up with the young (Y/n)? He’s lovely,” Arizaphale replies, scratching the back on the kitten’s ear, to which the kitten purrs.

“He’s immature!” Crowley complains, throwing his arms in the air before settling down, his snake tongue appearing for a moment, “A few hundred years old and you’d think he’d learn to be mature, now Hell has a bone to pick with him and tasked me to take care of him!”

“I’m sure, if you asked nicely he’d make amends with Hell,” Aziraphale says, pushing the cat towards Crowley, who grumbles and tries to swat it away, “It’s not a fly, Crowley, it’s a cat.”

“I don’t like cats,” Crowley says standing up but the kitten grips his shoulder, pushing its head into his cheek, “Fuck off.”

The green eyes stare at him, the pupils growing as Aziraphale grimace, knowing what will come about.

“Oh dear.”

Next thing Crowley knew is that weight upon his shoulder grew heavier and dragging him down onto the grass, in the middle of St James Park. A shadow looms over him, Crowley looks up to see you looking at him disapprovingly.

“You-!”

You tilt your head, knitted eyebrows as you crossed your arms over your chest, “Crowley? What are you doing on the floor?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The demon spat, sarcastically as he pulls himself up, you looked at him with cat-like eyes before they slowly shifted back into your (e/c) eyes, “What did you do now?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest as the demon glares at you behind his sunglasses, whilst Aziraphale was busy being amused by the exchange. 

“Nothing bad, just,” You shrugged your shoulders, “Stopped Hastur from his temptation, by accident!”

Crowley huffed, “That’s it?”

“I’ve been doing it for a month now.”

Crowley lets out an exhausted sigh, of course, you would do that. You just did it just piss off hell and now they can’t recruit any more souls into damnation. You shrugged your shoulders again, you were just being neutral and it’s just because you love annoying demons it got out of hand.

“This is the sixth time this decade!” Crowley hisses as you rolled your eyes, “Ngkh, ‘By Accident’, you bastard!”

“And whatcha gonna do about it, boy?” You asked smugly before turning into a dog and running away as Crowley attempted to catch you, “Argh!”

“Crowley, you’re attracting people’s stare,” Aziraphale calls out as Crowley spins on his heels to look at him.

“Come on, we’re getting alcohol.”

“It’s only, lunchtime, dear.”

“He’s pissing me off and I need to be drunk to handle that.”

Crowley was getting madder with each passing minute, every human and every animal he sees, he’s glaring, just in case it was you in a different form. Though, when he does stumble across you in your normal form, you’re just there irritating him. Smiling smugly with eyes flickering to different animal eyes with each passing blink.

“Stop that,” Crowley hisses as you looked at him with eyes of Tarsier, the small dot of black in the yellow was slowly getting to him.

“With what.”

“Your eyes,” Crowley desperately sounded, “Just turn them back to normal.”

You huffed, as the yellow fades away and bringing back your normal eyes, Crowley stares far longer than he should have. You blink and he’s expecting another animal eyes but he’s met with your normal eyes again.

“Earth to Crowley?” You called out, waving your hand in front of him, “You good, bud?”

“I’m fine,” He says unusually higher, he clears his throat.”

“Are you sure? It’s not the first time I caught you like this, remember 1948?” You hummed, smiling to yourself, “Berlin airlift, you almost crashed your damn plane into mine because you were staring.”

“It’s distracting,” Crowley pointed out as you shrugged your shoulders, “Not my fault your eyes startled me.”

“Alright, June 2nd 1952, Queen's coronation,” You say, smugly, “You could have easily tempted the queen and yet you were staring.”

“No, I wasn’t!” Crowley was forgetting himself and involuntarily hisses at you.

Though he couldn’t help but stare when you throw your head back and laugh, you shake your head and slowly came off your laughter.

“Whatever,” The demon grumbles, “I need to sort you out, that’s what hell says, so just fuck off for a few years before doing it again.”

“That’s your best attempt?” You asked, amused as Crowley clenched his jaw, irritation slowly coming back, “Alright, alright, since you asked so nicely.”

“Great,” Crowley nods, no thank you because in his head you don’t deserve it and he’s a demon for somebody’s sake, he isn’t really allowed to be grateful.

“Hmh, glad we sorted that out,” You hummed, scraping your hair, “Well, I’ll see you in a few years.”

And yet, Crowley hated that statement.

“You could just go looking for him,” Aziraphale says as if it was a fact - which it was.

Crowley groans, “Ughhhhh, rather not, that requires effort.”

“Yes,” The angel nods, giving his friend a side-eye, judgey and disapproving, “But, I rather not have you wistfully sighing until the next time you run in, I can feel the love radiate from you.”

“I am not-!” Crowley flushes red, he’ll say it’s anger but Aziraphale would say different, “I do not love that bastard little annoyance of a shapeshifter.”

“You’re lying, dear.”

Crowley locks his jaw, licking his lips. Anger seeping into the atmosphere, the demon grumbles, knowing full well that the Angel was right. Aziraphale grins at the demon who gets up, glaring at his best friend behind the shades and leaves the bookshop with the angel calling out his wishes.

Crowley had to refrain himself from peering at each every individual that acted strangely and screaming in its face asking if it was you. 

He didn’t know where to start to find you, you were, after all, a shapeshifter and you change at will therefore, you could be around him without him noticing. Crowley looked at the duck pond at St James Park, trying to figure out if any of those could be you by making them sink.

A habit he has.

Through with no avail, he sits down on the bench to theorise where you could be. Until a small little black kitten with green eyes came climbing his leg. Its claws digging into his pants before landing on his lap.

“Hello,” Crowley says, surprisingly soft as he strokes the head of the kitten.

“Meow!” The kitten yawns, climbing further up to Crowley’s shoulder, pressing its head against the demon’s cheek before jumping down into the free spot next to him, shifting into you, “Crowley.”

Crowley looks at you, smiling, “(Y/n).”

“I saw you drowning some ducks,” You called out to him as he splutters out some nonsense noises as you grin at him, “It’s cool, I try to catch them in the kitten form. They hate me.”

“Why not shift into a cat?” 

“No one is able to resist a kitten,” You hummed, “If Hastur finds out I’ve been helping Hell with temptations, he’s going to have a fit.”

“You’re not a demon, how are you-” You give him a pointed look, “My name, you’re doing it under my name, how?”

You tapped your nose and say nothing, Crowley laughs. He actually laughs, amused with your tricks and plans.

“Anyway, Aziraphale said you’re looking for me, what’s up?” You asked, looking at him, your arms crossed over your chest whilst one of Crowley’s arm leaned against the back of the bench and his other arm leaning against the armrest.

“Ah, uh, um,” Crowley managed to get out, he doesn’t know what to say because he hadn’t thought this far into his plan, “Why don’t you ever shift your eyes to snakes?”

You raised an eyebrow and it was making you embarrassed as the demon could see tones of red flaring up at your cheeks. You bite in the inside of your mouth before licking your lips and sighing.

“They don’t suit me, and plus, I think it could only really suit one person.”

“A snake.”

“I said a person, not an animal, you wanker,” You snapped, shaking your head, “Specifically a demon.”

“Oh-” You were talking about him, it dawned upon him.

“I really like looking at yours, shame you hide them away,” You continued and now Crowley was almost vibrating was this you confessing, he can’t tell, “And, why should I ruin something so beautiful?”

“Fuck,” Crowley spat as you jerk at his language, “You’re making me all gushy.”

You just grin, “I know.”

He’s embarrassed this time, he can’t find words to fill the silence and you don’t need him to, you stare into each other’s eyes before looking away and watching the sunset.

“Oh, and Crowley?”

“Hmh?”

“I love you too.”

“Whatever.”

There was silence between the two as Crowley looks at you, you raised an eyebrow as you turn your head to look at him. You see his sunglasses off, the snake eyes you’ve been trying to see. You smile with your eyes and he does too.

“Love you,” Crowley managed to say, “Dinner?”

Your smile takes up half of your face you nod, laughing joyfully, whilst Crowley admired you.

“Whatever.”