#it's not somehow fine and not rude as hell to tell someone they have a mental illness based on one paragraph they wrote

[marypsue]

If you're going to reblog my (admittedly very ADHD) post about, to borrow someone else's excellent summation, bees in the brain, to say 'OP check your medications', have you considered:

not doing that

[sashaforthewin]

[Thank you to @avi17 for beta services, any remaining whoopsie-doodles are my own]

Steve Harrington pulled out his pack of cigarettes and placed one between his lips. He dropped the pack back into his pocket and then patted around himself for his lighter.

Fuck. He sighed.

It didn't matter how many gas station lighters he bought and stuck into the pockets of all his clothes, he somehow always ended up losing them immediately.

Talking around his cigarette, he turned to Eddie.

"Help me out here, man. Light me." He aimed the unlit cigarette at his friend.

"Yeah, gimme a sec," Eddie said as he put his acoustic guitar to the side and patted his own pocket. He pulled out a lighter and then reached over and plucked the cigarette from Steve's lips and placed it between his own and proceeded to light it. Then, once lit, he removed it and placed it back between Steve's lips.

Steve just stared, shocked.

What the hell was that? Who lit someone's cigarette that way?

By this point, Eddie had already gone back to messing around on his guitar, didn't seem to notice Steve's reaction at all.

"What was that?"

"You asked me to light your cigarette, I did," Eddie shrugged.

"You could've lit it while it was in my mouth."

"Consider it paying the toll."

Steve laughed at the audacity and got back to digging through Eddie's cassettes as he smoked.

That was the first time. But then it happened again. And again. And eventually it was just the natural way Steve smoked. More than once Steve had realized he did in fact have a lighter, right after Eddie had lit his.

And then once, Steve felt the lighter in his pocket and asked Eddie to light his anyway.

After that, he just stopped trying to carry lighters.

It wasn't until months in, when the habit had well and truly formed, that it happened in front of someone else.

Of course it was Nancy. Why wouldn't it be Nancy?

It was a momentary lapse in judgment. He was running on autopilot. Cigarette goes in mouth, ask Eddie to light him, Eddie takes his toll and puts the cigarette back in Steve's mouth. That's just how Steve's cigarettes get lit.

But then as he was taking his first drag, his eyes happened to catch on Nancy and the look on her face made his blood run cold.

With a barely detectable nod leftward from Nancy, Steve knew his presence was requested for a chat.

He let Eddie know he was helping Nancy get something down from a high shelf and would be right back, and then followed Nancy up to his dad's home office and shut the door quietly.

"What the hell was that!?"

"What, he was just lighting my cigarette," Steve said defensively.

"Are you two dating?"

"What? No!"

"It looked rather intimate."

"I mean, yeah, I guess it is. I dunno, it's just how Eddie lights people's cigarettes."

"He does this to other people?"

"I assume so," Steve shrugged, realizing he had only ever imagined Eddie lighting other people's cigarettes that way after the very first time. After that, he hadn't really circled back to the the thought but now that it was back, Steve found he didn't much like this mental image at all.

Some of what he was thinking must have shown on his face because Nancy gave him a look dripping with kindness and a sprinkling of pity.

"You like him."

"No."

"You like him."

"I don't."

"Steve. You like Eddie."

"...Shit," he cursed, looking off to the top of the bookshelves. Then he looked back at Nancy, seemingly miserable.

"What do I do, Nance?"

She thought about it a moment then shrugged. "Date him, I guess."

"I mean, clearly I'm gay for him, as you just rudely forced me to realize. But I don't even know if he would be willing or interested in dating men. Well, not men, just me."

"I think he is interested. He lights your cigarette in his own mouth."

"Yeah, but that's just paying the toll, Nance! It doesn't mean he likes me! You gotta tell me what to do soon or Eddie will think we are doing something up here. Come on, use that big nerd brain."

Nancy rolled her eyes, but smiled in amusement. "Fine. A simple experiment. Next time he smokes, you do too. See what he does when his lips are already busy. See you this evening, don't be late or we'll miss all the trailers."

And with that she grabbed a pack of printer paper and left the office. He heard her say goodbye to Eddie and then leave.

The rest of the day was spent waiting for Eddie to smoke, and as they say, a watched pot never boils.

Eventually, it was time to head out for the theater. Steve was on edge from trying to act like he was just hanging out with his friend in a normal way instead of obsessively watching him for clues and waiting for him to smoke.

Finally, when Eddie climbed into the passenger seat, he cranked the window a bit and lit his own cigarette. Steve waited a moment while waiting for the car to warm up, then pulled his own out and placed it to his lips.

"Light me?" Steve asked.

"Yep, I got you."

Eddie placed both hands on the edges of Steve's jaw and brought their faces together. Steve's heart nearly burst out of his chest thinking Eddie was going to kiss him, but then he realized Eddie was trying to position their cigarettes tip to tip. Steve snapped out of it and used his lips to help aim, then they both puffed in and out quickly a few times to pass the flame.

He cursed the flammability of thin paper wrappers when his cigarette caught and Eddie released his face. Steve felt fluttery from how unbelievably intimate and sensual that had felt. Not only had Eddie cupped his jaw, fingers bracketing his ears and fingertips in his hair, but it was also very easy to convince yourself someone is looking at your lips instead of your cigarette in such close proximity.

He took a moment to breathe, overwhelmed.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, should be good, just making sure the engine was warmed up." He threw the car in gear and backed out of the drive.

When they arrived, Nancy and Jonathan were waiting out front, huddled for warmth or because they were in love. In a Midwest winter it was hard to tell sometimes.

As soon as Nancy was in view, she and Steve had a nonverbal conversation with their eyes. She questioned, he answered, she looked exasperated, he shrugged.

As soon as they got their seats, Steve threw his coat down next to Eddie and announced he'd grab everyone's snacks if Nancy would help carry. Eddie and Jonathan both offered but Steve and Nancy shot them down and dashed off to chat.

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah! I thought my heart was going to leap out of my throat, I'm a changed man, I'm never going to recover from that. I'm never going to let him smoke alone, either, even if this doesn't mean anything, at least I could relive that moment again and again!"

"I really think he likes you, but if you really want more proof, I'll think of something…"

After the movie, the four stood out back behind the theater, chatting about the film. Nancy watched Steve and Eddie talking excitedly to each other, unintentionally ignoring her and Jonathan. They were quite clearly so intimately comfortable with each other, there was no way they wouldn't be the perfect fit.

And then an idea came to her and she grabbed Jonathan by the shoulder and pulled him down to whisper in his ear.

He glanced nervously over at the two and then back to Nancy, then pulled out his cigarettes which had a lighter stuck down the clear foil, clearly visible, realized and shoved them back into his pocket awkwardly and fumbled to pull a cigarette out with the pack in his pocket.

"Hey Eddie, light me?"

"Sure," Eddie shrugged, tossing his lighter to Jonathan in an underhand throw, barely sparing the man a glance. Steve waited a very conservative five seconds before leaning in to kiss Eddie and Nancy was both pleased and embarrassed that Eddie responded by pressing Steve up against the wall by the dumpster.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hi~ can I request "she fell first, but he fell harder" with Vin Jin? And please include the confession time too! Thank you in advance 💙

Fuck yeah, Vin Jin hours! Was feeling like I haven't written about this douchebag [affectionately] in a hot second.

Vin Jin x Reader: You're his type

Another Vin Jin confession fic. Feat a lil bit of the Queen, Mary Kim.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Fuck off," Vin mutters, his heart isn't in it as he stares out the window.

Regardless, that earns him a harsh ear pull from Mary for his shitty reply, yanking him out of his daydream and back to reality.

What's wrong with him? Where to start.

.

.

Vin is hot, that is an objective fact. According to him anyway.

Girls and boys alike throwing themselves at his feet is not new, barely warrants batting an eyelid.

You though? One of his inner circle? When you started to blush around him, stammering your words, avoiding eye contact, just generally being awkward as hell; he decided to ignore it. He's seen this a million times before.

Why ruin a good thing, right? Especially if he didnt return your feelings.

But since you started to see Vin in a new light, and who the hell knows why after already knowing him for so many years, well.

His subconscious got curious too.

.

.

Annoying as fuck, bratty. That's how he would describe you.

For some reason, you would always get your way with him, and that used to irritate him no bounds. Your special way of knowing exactly which buttons to push that even Mary is impressed with.

Over the last couple months, this trait has somehow become endearing. That you know him better than he knows himself.

And you're clingy too. Always have been.

Yet your budding crush on Vin has made you pull back. Spending fewer hours together, retracting your casual touches. He never thought he could possibly miss you, but even when you're standing right in front of him, hand just casually hanging there like a normal person, he wants to reach out and grab it.

And if someone asks if you are attractive? Yeah, sure, you're definitely hot.

A man can have eyes, can't he? Even behind his shades, even with three pupils. He can see that and he can see your line of admirers though you've never really been Vin's type.

He can hear Mary's voice if he told her that, her scoffing and asking "what even is your type, you're single as fuck." Vin doesn't know, ok? It's just never been you.

And now all of a sudden, it's you. Completely, one hundred percent, you.

It's you so much that anytime another guy even glances in your direction he needs to hold back from uppercutting them in the jaw.

Maybe most importantly. You're ride-or-die.

If push came to shove, and someone held a knife against his throat, he would admit it.

Him, Mary, and You. The best export from Cheonliang. Friendship built on unrockable foundations. You both worming your way into his stupid, silly heart but in very different ways.

Really, damn you for presenting this dilemma. Why did you have to fall for him because now he has no doubt fallen harder.

Worst of all though? For you, Vin realises he is a romantic, and he is undeniably cringe.

Street cred will be ruined for sure.

.

.

That brings him to the present.

With Vin thoroughly distracted, every waking moment consumed with thoughts of you.

With him catching feelings, mind and heart betraying him alike.

With him having to hold back around you when the confession almost slips out, bolting out the gate until it's almost too late.

Vin is absolutely not a coward. He will tell you, he just needs to pick his moment.

Sitting in the empty classroom, he was busy contemplating the next move until he is rudely interrupted by Mary. Now, he still doesn't have a plan but has gained an aching, throbbing ear for his troubles.

"ACK!"

At his yelp, Mary releases him. Hand on hips, tapping her foot impatiently, she glares down at him as he rubs his ear. "What is wrong with you these days?"

"Nothi-"

"Say nothing and I'll kick your ass."

"I'm fine."

"You've never been fine, asshole."

"..."

Vin resumes staring out the window, hoping if he ignores her long enough she would piss off.

Mary gives a long suffering sigh. It really is long, and really is suffering. After so many years, he still hasn't learnt.

"HUP!" Mary bounces over to him, quick as a whip, and puts him in a headlock.

"WHAT THE FUCK-"

Vin flails around, trying desperately to wiggle himself free but Mary has the upperhand. Using the proximity to her advantage, she leans in close.

Quietly, "Is this about Y/N?"

With his restricted movements, VIn still full body recoils as if he's been hit.

"NO!" And he can hear himself. Too defensive, unbelievable to even his own ears.

Mary looks at him with eyes full of pity. What a stupid bastard.

"You need to tell her."

"W-what? I have nothing to say!" Again. Completely unbelievable.

With another sigh, Mary releases him - moving just out of reach to avoid his retaliating strike.

"Why are you both like this."

"Like what?"

"Listen." She slams both hands down on his desk and Vin jumps, "If you keep making googly eyes and pining for each other in front of me, I will skin you both alive."

"..."

"Sort. This. Out." Mary flicks him aggressively on the forehead, smirking when she realises it will leave a mark. "Got it?"

"Got it, got it..." Vin mutters, refusing eye contact and fiddling with his sunglasses as Mary leaves in a whirlwind of blonde hair and chaos.

Honestly. Vin trying to pull wool over Mary's eyes over his crush is like you trying to pull wool over Vin's. Unconvincing at best, completely laughable at worst. You all know each other too well to get away with this sort of shit.

Ok. Fine, fine. Today is as good as any other day.

Vin makes up his mind and seeks you out.

...Today is not as good as any other day.

Blood rushing to his cheeks when he sees you, Vin chickens out.

.

.

His thumb hovers over the text. Just something simple and straight to the point asking you on a date.

He hesitates.

He tries again a few days later, sitting in the school canteen together when a rowdy first year bumps into you, causing you to spill your drink all over yourself. When your fist meets his nose, Vin watches on in awe, realising he's in love with you.

Still, the moment didn't feel right.

He prepares some lyrics, working on them through the night. Until the next day, sleep-deprived and bags under his eyes, Mary takes one look at them and smacks him over the head.

"No! You cannot start this rapping about Y/N's tits!"

.

.

The confession spills out in a quiet moment together. Catching him as offguard as his feelings did.

You sit next to him, bodies pressed close together, eyes watching the action unfold on the laptop screen.

Another movie night, usually accompanied with Mary. This time, when you invited her over in the group chat, Mary declined and in a separate message, threatened Vin with death if he didn't make 'you and him happen'.

He supposes that that's fair.

As he sits and watches you rather than the film, his face naked and bare, he wonders what more is there than this quiet bliss.

The peace of two people completely comfortable with each other, of two well matched souls; you having seen him countless times at his worst and him with you.

That you know all his secrets and his past and yet you're still here. Next to him.

"Are you even watching this?" You ask, turning towards him. Guess he was too obvious with his staring.

Vin's usual bluster and cocky retort is nowhere to be found.

He opens his mouth, words so close to spilling, tongue nervously darting out across his lower lip-

And he notices your eyes drop to follow it, hears your breath hitching.

The words don't come.

Instead, he leans in close. Moving slowly and carefully to give you an easy out, to give himself an easy out to ease the sting of rejection.

To play it off as a joke, though he doubts if he or his ego would ever recover from this.

When you don't move, eyes searching his, looking him fully in the eyes and not flinching, never flinching, he brings his hand up to gently cup your face.

A move that he has cringed at countless times with romance scenes, but now he gets how right it is in the moment.

Vin feels your soft smile against his palm, you leaning hesitantly into it, and it gives him the final push he needs-

You beat him to the punch.

"I... really like you," you say, lips almost touching his, the heat of your breath leaving his skin tingling.

A smirk that is so him settles on his face. In hindsight, why was he ever nervous. Why did he ever think you weren't his type.

"I know."

Vin presses his lips to yours and finally calls you his.

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

just.. fluff... MC singing the brothers a lullaby because they can't sleep (and solomon and barb if you so kindly please!)

sure I can add Solomon and Barbatos, they´ll need some well deserved rest, hope you´ll enjoy and it turned out how you wanted

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Lucifer:

he will insist that he isn´t tired and that he won´t be resting until he´s done

yeah and tell that to his eyebags, if you didn´t know better you could have mistaken him for a raccoon

and for someone insisting he isn´t tired he looked ready to fall asleep as soon as he sat on his bed

hell you were surprised he didn´t immediately fell asleep when you tucked him in and began singing

he was also acting like a clingy baby

did you think you could leave? nah he will not let you go no matter how hard you try

the morning will be even worse because he will obviously be smug

and very soft with you of course, this will probably be one of the few times he will be vulnerable with someone

Mammon:

singing a lullaby to every bodies favorite Tsundere? this guy will struggle and fight so much just because he doesn´t want to admit that he´s looking forward to this

he also cuddles you as soon as you get near him, or rather holds you in a death grip

and he immediately falls asleep when you start

you could barely get the first syllable out before he was out cold, if you didn´t know better you would think he was in a coma or he changed sins with Belphie

he is very cute when he doesn´t refuse affection

and even cuddlier than awake

Leviathan:

immediately tried to find something similar to compare to one of his Animes

but you had to drag him into your room because there is no way you can sleep in the bathtub

which he complained about because he did not want to fall asleep, he still has to finish a bunch of his events and can´t afford even one second of distraction

you don´t know if it was because he never sleeps or because your that calming for him

but as soon as he layed down he was out cold, he didn´t even move an inch

you were even scared that you somehow killed him

he also looks very cute when he´s asleep

Satan:

Satan actually asked you to read him his favorite book to fall asleep to

but it did not work on this day

and that´s why he got a lullaby despite his embarrassment, which doesn´t make sense considering you had to read him a bedtime story before this

but ignoring this point he actually refused to fall asleep because in his words, it would be a shame to fall asleep hearing the most beautiful he can imagine

whether he´s just saying this so you´ll stay with him and don´t leave, or completely truthful is up to you

but one thing is for certain it worked

Asmodeus:

he will be so happy if you decided to sing him a lullaby

even better if you decided to turn it into a duet, how would you turn a lullaby into a duet? no idea but he´ll find a way

instead of putting Asmo to sleep you will just sing the entire night and refuse to be the first one to fall asleep

but it was a very fun night and both of you just fell asleep together

which Asmo will regret considering he didn´t do his entire evening routine and fell asleep in his clothes

you will get a rude awakening

Beelzebub:

he was very happy when you offered to sing him a lullaby

despite not needing one, I mean he can sleep just fine but he can´t say no to such a sweet offer

but he also insisted that you stay with him for the night, which you had no problems with

Beel is perfect for cuddling, despite his bed being a mess

he even slept through the entire night for once, usually he just wakes up for a midnight snack but thanks to you he didn´t even feel hungry when he woke up

Belphegor:

I mean he could sleep whenever, wherever but he can´t say no to a lullaby from his favorite Human

but if you do decide to sing one for him he will not let you go

and I´m not exaggerating he literally clung onto you for an entire day once because he refused to believe that not everybody sleeps as much as him

he might have also secretly set up a recorder so he can listen to your lullabies when you aren´t there with him

hope you´ll enjoy dragging Belphie anywhere because there is no way you can make him let go of you

for someone that only sleeps he´s very strong

Solomon:

the only reason he fell asleep is because you dragged him to bed the most important part being you

if it was somebody else he would have just sneaked out after the person left

he also really enjoyed the lullaby, he didn´t need it because having you in his arms was enough to let him sleep comfortably but it was very nice for him

was he also holding you when he woke up, toke a picture and sent it to the Brothers to make them jealous? Of course he did, he can´t let such a good opportunity go to waste :)

Barbatos:

you would think getting Barbatos to stop working would be the worst part but no even getting in bed was worse than anything you ever did

he just tried to throw you out of the way to continue with his work

he really doesn´t play around when there is someone stopping him from his duties

after you somehow managed to get him into bed you tried singing him a lullaby

it did not work, I mean he enjoyed it and he did stop trying to run away while you were singing but he still refused to fall asleep

anyway your last attempted was just you throwing yourself onto him and not getting up

this… did kinda work, I mean he still refused to sleep but at least he had somewhat of a rest

[msnanu]

Libertine 06 | JJK

Libertines put value on physical pleasures, meaning those experienced through the senses.

❧ Series Masterlist ❧

⏤summary ❧ He has a reputation for being the most promiscuous man on campus, and you, well, you are basically him in women’s pants. It will be the very first time that Jungkook is faced with someone who is gonna make him question his feelings and actions.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ f*boy jungkook x f*girl female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ some fluff, smut, mild angst, teasing and lots of sexual tension.

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language, NSFW🔞

❧ banner by: @dojakoo ❧

The room that minutes ago was echoing several moans, now witnessed a deafening silence. The atmosphere in the room was tense, anyone who walked in there at that moment wouldn't say that sex had just happened.

Both of you were already properly dressed and as presentable as you could be.

As you struggled to get the strands of hair back into place, you watched through a glass closet door Jungkook pace up and down impatiently. You hadn't exchanged a word since the amazing sex session ended, just a kiss and nothing more.

You could sense the sudden discomfort in Jungkook’s body language. That’s weird – you thought.

“You okay?” You asked, looking at Jungkook through the glass.

Cursing at yourself for a moment because you shouldn’t care what the hell is going on in his head right now, you saw him turn to you directly.

“Fine.” He took a deep breath. “I just think we should go back.”

Huh? You didn’t see that one coming.

“We should?” You dared him.

“Yes.”

Jungkook noticed that his monosyllabic posture did not please you. He saw you looking at him with a certain disdain after his short answers.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you?” You asked, feeling somehow offended by that behavior.  

How could Jungkook explain to you? How was he supposed to tell you that this half-hour fuck had been the best fuck he'd ever had in his life. How to tell you he was on the brink of obsession over a girl he didn't even know if she had any kind of regard for him. He was feeling helpless, weak. He didn’t even understand what the hell was going on in his head.

It wasn't supposed to be this good. 

Of course, he wanted to fuck you, but not like this. It was supposed to be regular sex, like all the others.

Jungkook was acting that way because he knew he was utterly fucked.

“Nothing. Can we go?” He said, waiting for you by the door.

Until now, you felt like you could read him like a book but this time, you really didn’t understand what went wrong for him to start acting like this. And you were getting angry at the fact that you wanted to know what the hell happened.

You tried not to show any reaction to the way he was treating you right after you had sex. You really tried to, but you failed miserably.

You frowned, scoffing. “You’re an asshole.”

Jungkook didn't even have the right to be upset by your words. He knew he was being an asshole. It was the only thing that he knew how to do perfectly.

The drive back to college was quieter than usual.

On the way out, Jungkook had avoided talking because he didn't want anything you said to make him overthink, but now, on the way back, he realized that was impossible.

You were no longer admiring the city like the moment you had left college. Your posture was straight on the seat while your face remained motionless looking straight ahead.

Jungkook was driving a little more quickly, eager to get out of your company. He felt like he was suffocating with emotions that he didn’t want to deal with.

As soon as Jungkook parked, he noticed some stares from vacant students outside.

“Dear God.” He whispered to himself.

You kept overthinking the whole ride, you needed to know if maybe he got the wrong idea.

Before he got out of the car, your voice caught his attention.“I wasn't faking there, I don't know what you-”

“Do you think I'm being an asshole to you because I thought you faked an orgasm?” Jungkook interrupted you rudely. “I know you didn't.”

Okay. That was mean. What the fuck is his problem?

You let out an exasperated sigh.

“So, why are you being so rude to me?” You were staring at him.

“Why do you care?”

Yeah. Why do you care? You thought. He’s just a hook up for the love of God, that’s all he ever was. Like every other guy. You shouldn’t care about it.

But why in the world are you feeling a sudden sting in your chest? You feel like such an idiot.

And as much as Jungkook found your behavior justifiable, he didn't understand why you were acting like this was something more than casual sex for you. You went out with different guys all the time; he was just one more on the list.

His last response seemed to awaken something on you.

“You're right. I don't know why I care.”

Your voice was shaking and Jungkook could see you swallowing hard.

Without saying another word, you opened the car door and started to get out, drawing more attention from those outside.

Jungkook felt awful. “Y/N, wait. I didn’t mean to-” he said, holding you by the wrist.

“Let go of me.” You said, straining to release your arm. The look that you gave him was enough for him to let you go immediately.

Jungkook gulped and watched you walk toward the college entrance. The small groups around commented excitedly as they swung their gazes between you and the spot where he was parked.

He took as long as he could to get out of the car, but the timing wasn't helping him. He was late for second class.

As if the day couldn't get any worse, when Jungkook stepped inside the college, a familiar voice called him out.

“Hey,” Seulgi was shored up on a pillar in the courtyard. “I missed you this morning.”

“You were the one ignoring my calls.”

That phrase was a full plate to shape Jungkook's personality. Nothing was ever his fault, there was always someone to point fingers at.

“You were flirting with Y/N in front of me last Saturday, what did you expect?”

Undeniable.

Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to keep what patience he had left. He didn't intend to argue with Seulgi there, but the girl seemed so determined to confront him that he had no choice.

“Are you done?” He asked, seeing the girl let out an evil smile.

“You know she's with Park, right?”

Apparently, Seulgi wasn't as dumb as he thought. “He said he spent all Sunday with her.” Seulgi said, tilting her head. She was desperate to provoke him.

He didn't even know if what she was saying was true, but just the thought of you and Jimin together for a whole fucking day made Jungkook's blood boil.

If Seulgi only knew where and who he was with, she wouldn't be teasing him right now.

“What do you want, Seulgi?” He asked, forcing himself to be polite.

“He really likes her, Jungkook.” She approached him, staying close to his ear. “Why don't you tell him you were with her this morning?”

Jungkook chuckled. That was a funny way of telling him that she'd seen them both.

At first, he thought Seulgi would be jealous, but the girl was willing to try to blackmail him with the fact that he had hung out with his friend's hookup.

Sadly for her, he couldn't care less what Jimin would think if he knew they were together.

“I'm sorry babe, I don't give a fuck about that.” 

Jungkook was so stunned by the whole situation with you, he just wanted to end that shit talk.

Seulgi mumbled a few words, but Jungkook was already walking to his class. He could feel she was grumbling behind him.

Desperate to get together with his friends and try to forget the events of that early morning, Jungkook quickened his steps. From a distance he could see Taehyung, Jin and Jimin talking in front of the class.

As Jungkook approached, he saw more details of that circle. Taehyung was standing with his feet against the wall, Jin also at his side. However, Jimin was sitting on a bench in front of them. As soon as Jungkook found them, he swallowed hard.

For a moment he thought he was living in some kind of sitcom, and that at any moment he would hear a booming laugh in his ear.

There you were, sitting on Jimin's lap, your hands were around his shoulders as Jimin held you by the waist. 

Jimin was caressing your body and you had your face rested on his. It was a hell of a scene to watch. Jungkook thought about walking right past you, but Jin didn't give him a chance.

“Hey! What’s up, JK.”

Jin's greeting made Jimin and you to look up to see him. Jungkook avoided facing you and instead offered Taehyung an uncomfortable smile.

He seemed to be the only one Jungkook could count on at that moment, he was certainly understanding the discomfort of the situation.

“Kook.” Taehyung greeted him with a fist bump.

“What’s up?” Jungkook said tiredly.

“Morning, Jungkookie.” Jimin said a little resentful.

When Jimin greeted him Jungkook was forced to look down.

His eyes met yours directly. You had an extremely peaceful expression, it was scary.

Your eyes were slightly narrowed, which made Jungkook take a deep breath. 

The scene of you moaning his name came to his mind and he just couldn't hold his gaze. The sight of you alone was enough to intimidate Jungkook in those conditions, the recent memory of you begging him to fuck you was the Armageddon of his existence. There was no way he could ignore it.

You on the other hand kept your gaze fixed on him, trying to intimidate him.

Successfully, you caused a feeling of anguish to take hold of Jungkook. Suddenly, he felt as if he was deprived of air, his eyes couldn't hold the gaze for long and his skin felt itchy.

It was a mixture of anxiety and angst.

“How you doing, Jimin?” He struggled. “Y/N.”

You smiled at him. You freaking smiled.

He was visibly affected. Feeling this way was different for Jungkook.

“Why don't we go in? Professor Hyuk is already inside.” Taehyung cleared his throat.

Jungkook was the first to nod and head into the room, causing his friends to look at each other.

This feeling of failure was foreign to Jungkook. He defined this moment as "failure" simply because he got attached to you more than he should have. His reputation as a rake had grown naturally, it wasn't something he aspired to have, but it would be a lie to say he didn't like all that fame.

He knew that the correct way to solve all his mixed feelings was to have an honest conversation with you, it was the only way to actually "accept" those weird feelings.

However, he had already been warned that you had the same reputation as him, meaning there was little chance that you would take anything between you two seriously.

You being there with Jimin right after you had sex with Jungkook reinforced pretty much that thought.

It was a combo of bad things.

While Jungkook tried to find a way to get you out of his thoughts, his professor explained the basic matrices of how to perform applied statistics.

College was also stressing him out more than usual. Usually, Jungkook felt good in this environment with his friends, but all this confusion with Jimin had made him prefer to avoid his group a little.

Time passed and to Jungkook's relief it went faster than he had expected. 

Sitting at his desk, he did the math on how many days he could miss that subject. He couldn't take it anymore.

“Are you coming? Or are you staying to close the class?” Taehyung teased him.

Taehyung had been very close to Jungkook these days. Of course, he knew he could count on his friend, but lately he was being more than exceptional.

It was good to know that his bad temper hadn't scared off everyone around him.

“Jerk.” Jungkook said slowly getting up.

“Come on Jungkook, offer me a ride, I know you want to.” 

The two laughed.

“What the hell, what happened to your car?”

“I ended up abandoning it in a shady spot.” He said guilty.

The two walked towards the parking lot.

“What were you doing in a 'shady spot'?” Jungkook asked with a smirk.

“Let's just say that Anyra and I could not wait until we got home.” Taehyung was smiling like a child; it was amazing how good that girl was for his friend.

“You depraved perv.” Jungkook pushed him.

Inside the car on the way to Taehyung's house, Jungkook continued to talk about Anyra. He felt curiosity seeing his friend in this state.

“Is she really everything you say? Or are you just in love?”

“She's amazing” Taehyung looked at him smugly. “We are just enjoying ourselves for now, letting it flow”

The path was silent only for a little while.

“What about you and Y/N?”

“What do you mean? There isn't 'me and Y/N'.” Jungkook rumbled.

Taehyung let out a booming laugh.

He wasn't lying there. There wasn't a "Jungkook and Y/N" together, as a couple, it was easier to say there was a "Y/N and Jimin".

“Oh Jungkook, people talk.” He said, raising an eyebrow at his friend. “I know you were with her this morning.”

“So, that means we are together?”

“No. That means you are a man-whore.”

Jungkook laughed at the term Taehyung used to define him. He had heard it from many people but never from his close friends.

“Did you…” Taehyung hesitated.

“Bang her?”

“I wasn’t going to use that word… but okay, yes.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook sighed.

“I thought you would be happy about it.” His friend looked at him with a frown.

It was difficult for Jungkook to explain why he wasn't satisfied. The way he looked; it looked like it had been bad sex.

Several excuses came to his mind, anything was better than the truth, but Taehyung was being so understanding and willing to listen that he decided to speak the truth.

“She's... She's... I don't know... She's different. It's so fucking weird.” Jungkook stuttered. “Like, she's seeing one of our friends, and I never cared about it before, but now, it's like... I don't know... I think I care about her.”

Taehyung was awestruck. “Who is this guy next to me and what did he do to my friend?”

“Oh fuck you.” Jungkook lost his composure and laughed.

“Now, for real,” Taehyung said, composing himself. “I don't think I've ever seen you like that over a girl, but this thing you're feeling it's a good feeling to have. I mean, I know you, your reputation and stuff, but you should give this a try.” 

“Even if she has this reputation as a heartbreaker?” Jungkook asked with a slightly cocky air. “I don’t know man, it would be cool having her as a friend I guess, she’s someone nice to be around.”

“Well, my friend, you've got two ways to handle this situation, either you give it a go, or you just keep being the same asshole Jungkook as always. It's up to you.”

Jungkook chuckled. He knew what Taehyung was referring to when he called him an "asshole".

Probably all the time he just acted like a dirtbag with every woman he's ever been with.

Taehyung was right in a way, but Jungkook wasn't so comfortable with not having his reputation preceding him.

As Jungkook parked in front of Taehyung's house, his friend patted him on the shoulder in farewell.

“Enjoy things more, Kook,” He winked. “Bye.”

“See ya.”

He returned home thinking about what his friend had said.

There was no way he could let his guard down with you, it was too risky, even for someone as self-assured as he was.

Maybe he should enjoy things, just like Taehyung had said.

Maybe he should find you and keep having sex with you, there was nothing to lose as long as he didn't show his feelings. Even he wasn’t sure of what was that he was feeling. Maybe it was just the shock of how good the sex was and nothing more. He shouldn’t overthink this.

If you were hanging out with him and Jimin at the same time, let him make an effort to fuck you better.

On the way home he decided that he would follow Taehyung's second advice: to keep being an asshole.

During Tuesday and Wednesday Jungkook didn't hear from you, he didn't see you, he didn't hear you, let alone hear about you. He guessed Jimin was giving him a break. 

He didn't know if Jimin had heard the rumors about the two of you leaving together. Not that he minded, but if Jimin actually knew, Jungkook would want to be prepared for confrontation.

All his classes were boring and hard to bear until the end. He couldn't wait for summer vacations, maybe then he could forget about you forever.

On Wednesday night Jungkook ignored Seulgi's calls. He could go out with her just so she could give him some peace, but he just didn't want to and didn't care if she got angry at him.

Through the cell phone screen, he could see all the messages, asking him to answer her, sending him provocative photos. She really didn't give up.

Two weeks ago he'd probably run over to her so they could fuck for an hour and then relax. However, this week he didn't feel the least bit horny for her, which was weird.

On Thursday, Park Jimin decided to end his peace.

Approaching his group of friends at college, Jungkook could see that several side conversations were taking place.

Jin and Taehyung were discussing something about football and gaming, Yoongi was talking about how shitty applied economics his senior year was, and Jimin was sharing sexual details of you with one of Yoongi's friends.

As he stepped close to them, Jungkook overheard their conversation which caught his attention right away at the mention of your name.

“If only I could describe to you the way she tastes. It's insane.” Jimin said excitedly.

Jungkook's jaw clenched instantly, and he regretted being there.

Yoongi's idiotic friends encouraged him to keep talking, asking about how you acted in bed. Jungkook's breathing was uneven, and his hands clenched in fists.

“All I can say is that she's a talented girl.” He bragged.

And he thought he was the asshole.

Once again Jungkook found himself wondering how you considered sleeping with this man.

How a smart, self-centered girl like you had put up with that. He wasn't much either, but he was definitely better than Jimin.

Disgusting.

That conversation had awakened in him the desire to see you. Not for the reasons that the theme would imply, but simply because of neediness.

Jungkook wanted to know about you, if you were okay, wanted to be close to you, keep you away from his friend.

He thought about clearing his throat just so they would know he was there, but he didn't want to give Jimin the pleasure of knowing he'd overheard part of that conversation.

Instead, Jungkook remembered the conversation he'd had with Taehyung and decided to resolve his neediness with who was the main cause of it.

He needed to enjoy things.

Feeling despair take over his body, Jungkook walked eagerly toward the hallway you were supposed to be studying. He saw the friends who were always with you standing in the middle of the courtyard and decided to go to them.

He was acting like a horny teenager, and he wasn't shy about admitting it.

For a moment, he was scared that your friends already knew how much of an asshole he had been with you and that they would blow him off because of that.

"Hey you." He waved at them.

The girls looked at each other and laughed at each other, they were blushing slightly. He liked to be received like that. And clearly you hadn’t told your friends anything.

“I’m sorry,” He started. “I need a little help from you misses...?” He waited for them to complete.

Jungkook was pretending to be on a show where he was the main character.

“Jihyo.”

“Joy.”

“Right, Miss Jihyo and Miss Joy.” Jungkook smiled confidently. “I really need to know where your friend is right now.”

Self-aware that the girls had for some reason been on his side since their day at the pub, Jungkook was sure they would give him the answer just in time.

And he was right.

“Ah, I think she's in the department room, she said she had things to do there.” Jihyo said quickly as she stared at him with a silly smile on her face.

If you were with them right now, you would surely curse at them for being this submissive with Jungkook. One word from him and they were already spilling everything.

Joy was smiling at him too.

“Thank you, girls, you were the most helpful.” Jungkook said, already squeezing his step towards where you were.

Arriving in front of the administration building, Jungkook thought it was best to wait outside. You didn't seem happy with him the last time you'd seen each other, and he didn't need to give you another reason to be angry.

He waited for about twenty minutes. For a moment he considered that you were already gone. Fortunately, Jungkook had faith, and a huge sexual tension to resolve.

Leaning against the wall, he watched you walk through the door and pass in front of him. Quickly, he grabbed you gently by the wrist.

“What the hell.” You practically yelled.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jungkook released you. For a moment he thought you were gonna punch him.

“What’s wrong with you, Jeon?”

Not even his last name sounded like it used to in your voice. Before, he could feel that you were teasing him but now it was just a way of showing a certain kind of contempt.

Jungkook took a deep breath, taking a long time to speak to you.

“Look, I'm sorry for the way I treated you earlier this week. You were right, I was being an asshole.” He threw up the words.

He's so confusing.

You were looking at him with a frown. He could feel your breaths were in sync.

“What made you admit it now?”

Do not fall for his words, Y/N – you kept repeating yourself in your head. You had been successful in avoiding his presence the last few days, you were upset at him for the way he had treated you, although you were never going to admit it.

You didn’t even tell your friends what happened. Well, to be honest, you just omitted the part where he suddenly started acting cold towards you right after the deed.

You didn’t have much choice but to tell them that you had slept with him, since basically every soul in college seemed to know that you had arrived along with him that day. Your friends were beyond ecstatic even though you made sure to ensure them that it was just a hook up, and that it wasn’t going to happen again.

No Sir, you were going to be a strong soldier and no matter how fucking hot he looks right now, you are not going to give in this time.

Not even when you kept thinking since that day on how good and big he felt inside you that day at the library. God, you’re fucked. And horny. Again. What has he done to your mind?

Leaving all these intruding thoughts on hold, you tried to compose yourself and not showing any kind of reaction before he could respond your question.

Due to the position from where you were talking, you now had your back to the wall while Jungkook had one of his hands at your side. 

Your face was pointed upwards, you knew how to position yourself as superior despite the obvious height difference between you two.

And then he finally opened his mouth.

“The fact that I can't stop thinking about you.” He leaned down, talking into your ear.

Soldier down.

Jungkook wasn't lying, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about you since that day at the library. Well, maybe, in all honesty, he couldn’t stop thinking about you since the night at the pub.

However, he didn't want to let his guard down with you right now, so he did his best to make that phrase as sexual as possible.

And he saw that it had had an effect. Your lips were parted, and he could feel that you were, for the first time, at a disadvantage.

You stared at him in bewilderment, not as if you doubted what he was saying, but stunned by the sincerity he conveyed.

Jungkook braced both hands on the wall, trapping you between them. “I could lie about anything but this,” He leaned close to your lips and whispered. “I haven't been able to think of anything else for the last three days.”

Another truth, but lest it sound too romantic, Jungkook traced his gaze from your mouth to your thighs.

He felt your hot breath find his face. Your lips were trembling.

 Fuck it.

“I hate you so much when you act like this.” You replied on his lips.

Faster than Jungkook realized, you ran a hand through his hair, bringing him closer to you.

You started a kiss, not giving him space to back away. Jungkook's hands were automatically on your waist, squeezing you.

He heard small moans come out of your mouth as one of his hands came down to your ass.

Your hands went down to his neck and your nails began to scratch gently. Jungkook felt his pants getting tighter and tighter. Holding you against the wall, he worked his mouth down the length of your neck, making you moan even more.

His mouth descended to your collar, distributing kisses and little hickeys.

Suddenly, you realized where you were and what you were doing so, you pulled him up, making you both face each other.

You were breathing hard, and your face was confused. You seemed to consider whether to say something or not.

“Y/N…” Jungkook started.

“Take me to your place.” You said between sighs as you kept your eyes locked on his.

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He calls you his favourite person, yet you have no idea he's hosting a party until you get the invite in the mail. Joshua Hong confuses the hell out of you and perhaps now is the time to finally figure him out.

Joshua Hong is someone you can never figure out.

On paper, he's perfect. He attends church every Sunday and goes as far as to volunteer at all the events, sometimes even at charities outside of it. At school he's popular and well-liked by everyone around him—a teacher's pet, a straight A student, involved with all the extra-curriculars under the sun. Your parents love to use him as the standard every time you do something less than perfect in their eyes.

Well, that's because they don't know what he's really like.

To you, Joshua Hong is someone who calls you his favourite person in the world as he gives you his best smile. He likes to confide in you with all the latest gossip, and then listens attentively whenever you vent to him about your day and takes the time to remember everything you say. That includes knowing your favourite fast-food order and how you got the tiny scar on your elbow when you were five.

But the same Joshua Hong is the one who never replies to your texts except once in a blue moon, doesn't make eye contact with you on campus, and often pulls silly pranks on you and laughs when you fall for them. And while talking to him may leave you feeling cared for and appreciated, you often end up realizing he's told you nothing about himself. Like this party he's hosting next week—you'd think that the two of you are close enough for him to tell you about it, but he still hasn't said anything.

It's like he only pops into your life whenever he feels like it, and usually that means at the strangest times of day.

Hence why you're sitting across from him in the local McDonald's at 3am.

"Did I wake you? You look too awake to have been asleep when I called."

"Yeah, you did. How rude, Joshua Hong." You shoot him a glare for emphasis even though he's right: you weren't asleep when he called. Perhaps you'd been staying up in the hopes that you'd be hearing from him, but that's something he doesn't need to know. You also leave out the part where you had to sneak out of your window which wasn't easy at all; it had to be done if you wanted to do anything fun while back at your childhood home for the winter break. "Also, my parents are going to kill me."

Joshua actually smiles. "Don't worry, they won't find out. Besides, they say I'm a good influence, so you'll be fine if you just tell them you were with me."

It may be the first time the two of you have done this, but it's nothing out of the ordinary. The week before finals, he'd thrown pebbles at your dorm window to get your attention, and you both proceeded to make snow angels all over the campus fields. To destress, he'd said. And the time before that, he turned your shopping trip into the most ridiculous costume contest by picking out outfits for each other to try on. He still insists he would've won if the two of you hadn't been forcibly removed from the store.

"Good influence my ass," you mutter under your breath. "So why are we here this time?"

"I skipped dinner and got hungry," he says with such a straight face that if it were anyone else, they would've believed him. But you're all too familiar with his humour and strange antics by now.

"You really will say anything and everything, huh?"

"Yes," Josh admits with a laugh, "but that's why you love me."

At times like this, you feel like there is more to your friendship than just what is on the surface. When the two of you are at this empty McDonald's and he looks at you like you're the only one in the world, or when he goes out of his way to pick you up at 3am and comes prepared with an extra jacket because he knew you'd be cold. Somehow each moment with him feels special, like an inside joke or a small secret that only the two of you know.

And even though you don't see him all that much, somehow these are the little things that make him feel like he's your close friend. No, your best friend. Or maybe simply... yours.

You throw a fry at his face and manage an 'I hate you' in an attempt to cover up how his words have caused your pulse to speed up. Do you love him? Probably, if the heat at your cheeks is any indication. That's something you're still trying to figure out, but deep down you suspect you've always known the answer to that and being with him only seems to prove it.

It irks you to hear it said out loud so casually though. You hate how he seems so unaffected when it throws it out there and how you can never tell what he truly means. You can never tell what any of this means. What does it mean to be sharing a pack of nuggets under the ugly florescent lights of McDonald's at this ungodly hour?

But then he says something funny, and those thoughts are left forgotten.

An hour later, he's pulling up to your driveway. The streets are still as dark as when you'd left, the roads still silent. By then the exhaustion has started to set in, and you only have half the mind to figure out how to sneak back in through your window.

Joshua turns off the engine and silence fills the space where the low rumble was before. You reach for the door handle and are about to say your goodbyes before leaving, but the continuing silence has you hesitating. This is somewhat unusual—normally when he drops you off, he leaves the engine running as he waits for you to get back to your house, but now, the stillness makes it seem like he doesn't want you to go just yet.

Your guess is confirmed a moment later when Joshua turns to you, and you can feel your stomach twisting with uncertainty.

"So, are you coming to the party?" he asks softly.

Right, the party. How could you forget when the invitation is still sitting on your desk, untouched? It should probably be something nice to receive, though the sight of it only reminds you of how little you really know about Josh. You're close enough to be here with him in the middle of the night and yet you had to find out about the party through an invitation, instead of from his own mouth.

"Do you want me to be there?" You try to mask the hint of venom lacing your voice. It still leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

If he hears it, he doesn't seem to react to it. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, I don't know. Maybe because I didn't even know you were planning to throw a party since you haven't exactly mentioned it to me. Ever. I only found out through that invitation."

"Ah." He looks away and is still for so long that you don't think he's going to answer at all. "Jeonghan sent it."

"So are you only telling me about it now because you found out that Jeonghan sent the invite? Did you want to invite me at all?"

If you were expecting an excuse, an apology or explanation of some sort, you don't get one. Josh glances at you and there's an unreadable expression on his face before he shakes his head. "You're right. I didn't want to invite you."

Oh.

It's a direct punch to your gut. His answer echoes your mind, blocking out everything else beyond this moment and the way your heart is being crushed under the weight of his words. Is this it? Has he gotten sick of you? Or worse—has he somehow discovered that your stares linger a bit too long and your texts are a bit too frequent to hide any of your true feelings?

"W-what?"

He nods. "It's only because it's not a great place to be. Don't ruin your holidays there, Y/N. I'd much rather do something else with you that day."

"You want to... hang out with me that day?" you repeat automatically, frozen like a deer in headlights. None of what he's saying makes any sense—he didn't want to invite you to his party and didn't want to tell you about it either, but he still wants to hang out with you?

You've already been having trouble discerning his intentions and have been trying to convince yourself that it's okay. That what the two of you have is enough and you don't particularly need to know where you stand with him. But having this whole party thing blow up in your face is feeling a lot like the last straw for you. Regardless of your feelings for him, the pushing and pulling, the distance, it's become all too confusing.

Joshua must notice the look on your face for he continues. "Like, maybe we could do something more normal for a change? I know you've been wanting to do that. We could watch that movie you wanted to see, or go to the Christmas market? Or—"

"Josh," you say softly, and he stops. You take a deep breath and try to get your thoughts together because this is something you have to ask him now or you'll never get the chance or the courage to again. "I don't really get it. You don't want me at your party but still want to hang out with me that day?"

He opens his mouth to respond but closes it again, looking away.

"I guess it's not just about the party. It's that you—you confuse me. On most days we're good friends, maybe best friends or maybe... something more than that. But other times, it's like we don't know each other at all. I feel like I don't know you. And I don't get it; you clearly care about me but what are your intentions? What are we?"

Your words are left hanging in the air. It suddenly feels suffocating to be in the car with him now that you've blurted out what's been on your mind, and it makes you wish that things were different. But now it's too late to take it back. It's too late to undo this moment.

After what feels like an eternity later, Joshua breaks the silence. He lets out an audible sigh and closes his eyes, slumping forward against the steering wheel like he'd rather be anywhere else. "I'm not good at this stuff, Y/N."

"It's okay, you can tell me." You try to make it sound truthful, maybe slightly nonchalant. It's not exactly a lie, but why does it feel like one? Maybe you'd rather not know. Maybe it's better if the two of you don't breach the subject. "Just let me know what you're thinking."

"You're the only good part of my life, Y/N. The only real part."

"But?"

"But I don't deserve this. I thought that if I detached myself, if I worked hard, then things might be fine. But I feel like shit, and heck, I didn't even want to host this party."

"What do you mean?" you whisper, but he makes no sign of having heard you. Then a little louder, "What are you trying to say?"

"I was trying to be perfect, Y/N. All the things I've been doing—the volunteering, the church stuff, all those clubs. The side projects. I thought that if I did those things, they would make me perfect." Joshua runs a hand through his hair but still doesn't meet your eyes, opting to stare out into the darkness in front of him instead.

After hearing what he said, things start to make a bit more sense. He might be talking around the question at hand instead of answering it, but the answer does seem so close you can almost taste it. Maybe you should be able to put it together by now, but it's just slightly out of your grasp.

You have to ask him one last question. "Why are you trying so hard to be perfect?"

"Because I'm not good enough for you. I did all those things so that maybe they would somehow make up for everything else."

And there it is. He doesn't say any more than that, but already you know exactly what he means now. He's talking about the other side of him, the one that you see the most—his eccentricity, the unusual adventures the two of you often go on, his spontaneous ideas that might not always lead to trouble but seem to be somewhere on the spectrum of wrong anyway. Joshua Hong is trying to make up for his true self by creating the most pristine persona, one that no one can say anything bad about.

One that might be able to impress you.

"Is that what you've been thinking this whole time?" You want to reach for him, pull him in to reassure him that everything is fine, but settle for putting your hand over his own on the steering wheel. "Josh, you don't have to be perfect. It's enough to just be you."

Josh lifts his head. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. To me and everyone else who cares about you. Besides, perfect is boring."

"Well," he says slowly, "I thought you'd disapprove of all the crazy things we've been doing."

You stifle a laugh. "Trust me, I wouldn't have done all those things with you if I didn't want to."

"So... can we do something together on the day of the party?"

"Of course." You nod, giving him a smile. "We can do whatever you want to do."

"Good." He leans back in his seat, looking so visibly relieved compared to just a minute ago. The corner of his lips curves up just the slightest like it's a glimpse of the real smile he's trying to hold back, and you can't remember how you were uncertain about his intentions before when everything is this real.

Everything the two of you talk about in the next hour only proves that too. He tells you about himself, about his likes and dislikes and favourites, about all the things he's wanted to say but have been too afraid to. He talks about the other parts of his life, about hosting this party with Jeonghan but it's really a ploy to play matchmakers for all the people around them.

Before long, the first glimpse of sunrise is on the distance, and you realize the two of you have stayed up all night.

"Hey, Josh?" You turn back just before leaving. "Does this mean you're going to skip your own party?"

Joshua shrugs, and when he looks at you the smile turns mischievous. "Jeonghan's not going either. But I'm sure everyone will be just fine."

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20 (reader being the one dying), loki laufeyson, sfw (smut/lemon/lime wise)

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission. So how had it all gone so wrong? Pairing: Loki x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+. Romance. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Mention of blood and near death so be warned folks. A/N: YAS! Finally! I Loki prompt! Thank you for sending it in! Also can someone say absolute devastation :3

"All clear on my end." You spoke into the comm as you gave one final cursory glance around the room before exiting. "All is well here." His voice sounded in your ear as well as from next to you. You looked up to where Loki was exited the room next to the one you had been checking. He fell into step beside you as you heard Natasha reply on the other end.

"Everything looks good from here." Natasha said from where she was monitoring from the jet. "Alright, you two head on back. I'll call Cap and tell him this mission was a bust. Probably a false lead." With that the comm went silent.

"So, how does it feel? Being in the field as an Avenger?" You asked your partner, prompting him to glance at you form the corner of his eyes, before turning his gaze to the front once more. "So long as I do not have to wear the symbol I shall be fine." He as talking about the Avengers Symbol you had very recently added to your uniform. You were proud of your status as an Avenger. It meant you were a symbol of hope for those who were oppressed or in danger.

You had explained the meaning of it to Loki ages ago.

Perhaps he thought he still did not deserve to be see as such. Not when he had wreaked havoc and disaster on Midgard a few years ago. Even though he had been under mind control, he still thought he was at fault. That he should have fought harder against the puppeteer.

You, however, begged to differ.

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Ever since he had been banished to Midgard to atone for his sins by Odin, you had seen just how much he regretted the destruction he had caused.

Unintentionally but still people blamed him.

Odin had sent him here to help. To be a part of the Avengers like his brother and fight the good fight. Keep the people of Earth safe. Odin had put a damper on his abilities and while in essence he was an immortal, he could get hurt. The Avengers had not been happy about the situation. Somehow, Thor had been able to convince them that it would be helpful to have someone on their side who had intimate knowledge about the being behind the Chitauri.

And Tony, ever the person to one-up everyone around him, had stated that if they were going to allow Loki into the mix, then it would do the Avengers good to have some other members as well.

And so you had been initiated into the Avengers.

And since you had no prior history with Loki, you hadn't seen anything wrong with befriending him.

Or trying to.

At first Loki had been hell bent on being rude to everyone who spoke to him and generally being unpleasant to be around. However, you had persisted. And soon even his lonely self hadn't been able to fight off his desire to at least have someone he could call a friend on Earth.

That had been the first step, and slowly he had begun to form some form of acquaintanceship with the rest of the Avengers. There was certainly no deep conversations had between him and the rest of them, but at least the urge to kill had receded. Somewhat.

And during that time, you had been shocked to discover that you were falling for the Asgardian.

Then again, maybe the realization should've come sooner. Given how you would spend a lot of time together when neither of you had any other engagements, but when it came to your emotions concerning Loki?

They were a little difficult to categorize.

It had taken a little while before you realized the true extent of your feelings for him. And even though you knew you had them, there was nothing you could do about it.

He saw you as a friend. Nothing more.

Which sucked, but you weren't about to jeopardize your friendship with him for the sake of your feelings.

So you stayed silent.

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You were on your first mission with him, and so far it had been going well.

Then again, maybe you shouldn't have even thought that.

Because at that very moment multiple figures appeared from various dark corners of the room you and Loki were going over. "We might be a little Nat. We got company." You spoke into the comm as your body dropped into a fighting stance. Beside you Loki stepped a little in front of you, as if intent on shielding you.

Of course, you could handle yourself.

But just knowing that he wanted to keep you out of harm's way was enough to make you roll your eyes at him in a fond manner.

"Lets see how many of them we can each take down." You challenged, prompting Loki to smirk as a pair of twin daggers appeared in his hands. "As you Midgardians say: Its on."

It was almost as if the both of you had rehearsed it. Every punch, dagger swipe, kick, dodge was in perfect synchronicity. You watched his back, while he kept yours safe. You were a team.

But more then that, you were protecting the man you loved. It didn't matter that those feelings were not reciprocated. You knew the truth of your feelings as well as the depth of them.

You threw a roundhouse kick, catching the last of your opponents in the jaw and sending him flying back. Landing on your feet your eyes found Loki. He was fighting off two assailants at once. And since that required his full attention, he did not see one of the already downed attackers pull out a dagger.

But you did. The weapon seemed to gleam in the dim light of the room. Your eyes widened in horror as the attacker pulled his arm back and-

"Loki watch out!"

You saw the dagger flying, saw it cutting through the air towards Loki's still turned back.

Thunk!

Loki pivoted on his feet, his eyes widening at the sight that greeted him.

You were there.

You were standing there.

You were standing where the dagger had been a mere second ago.

The dagger which was now embedded in the middle of your back.

His horrified eyes met your terrified eyes. A broken gasp fell from your trembling lips before your body shuddered. You jerked forward. His arms shot out to catch your limp body.

"Y/n!"

His voice sounded just as horrified as he looked. Pain radiated from your back spreading through your chest until every nerve in your body screamed with the pain. You felt Loki shift, which was followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground. Apparently he had been taking care of his would be killer, who now lay dead with a dagger in his eye.

Loki's arms wrapped around your shoulders, keeping your body up to prevent the dagger from moving or causing any further harm.

A whimpering sob fell from your lips as you tried to keep the pain at bay. "Widow! We need evacuation immediately. Y/n's hurt!" You heard Loki all but scream at Nat on the other side of the comm. Nat's voice echoed in your ear but you couldn't really understand what she was saying.

A pitiful laugh fell from your trembling lips. "Does this mean I win?" You spoke in a hoarse voice, a weak smile playing on your lips as your eyes found Loki's.

"You stupid stupid fool! Why did you do that?" He sounded so afraid. And he looked it as well. You didn't like that look in his eyes.

Raising a trembling hand you laid it against the side of his face. "Because you're worth saving Loki." You wanted to think of anything but the pain. Anything but the darkness that now beckoned you.

And speaking to Loki kept it at bay.

"My life is not worth you giving up yours Y/n." He argued back, now sounding angry. A shudder ran through your body, prompting you to press yourself closer to Loki, as you fought through the pain. He held you tighter, his face burying in your hair as yours pressed in his chest.

"Since I'm dying, can I win this argument?" You asked your voice weak. He shook his head as he cupped your head to tilt it back, allowing your eyes to meet.

"You're not allowed to die Y/n. I forbid it." He growled at you, despite the tears shining in his eyes. You only smiled sadly. "I'm sorry we didn't have more time Loki. I'm sorry I won't be there to help you anymore."

Tears fell from his eyes as he shook his head. "No, Y/n, no don't say that." Your tears of pain turned to tears of sadness, hearing the absolute torment in his voice. "And I'm sorry I didn't tell you Loki."

The darkness was starting to cloud your vision, and you could barely hold on to the light. "Tell me what?" His voice was almost desperate as he cradled you close.

"That I love you."

A final exhale of breath, before your world went dark, Loki's stricken face the last thing you saw.

And his howl of absolute anguish the final sound that echoed in your ears as you slipped into the welcoming darkness.

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The first thing you became aware of was just how heavy your body felt. As someone who went on missions almost every other week, you made sure to stay in peak condition.

So why did your entire body felt like it had been run over by a truck?!

A soft moan fell from your lips as your eyes blinked open. The unfamiliar ceiling confused your already foggy mind. Where were you?

You turned your head to the side, bleary eyes hardly making out the heart monitor machine that stood at your bedside. The steady beeping sound made sense now. You shoulder felt the most stiff of all, prompting you to raise a hand to it and let out a small groan.

"Damn."

"She's awake! She's awake!"

The sound startled you to almost jump to your feet, but your body protested too much and you fell back again.

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Later you learned it had been Thor who had cried out like that.

For the time being, you were surrounded by doctors and nurses, checking your vitals and explaining just how injured you were.

The dagger had managed to catch a few pivotal arteries and had nearly reached your heart.

Small miracles.

Though there had been significant blood loss, you were on the mend. It would take some time for you to recover completely, but at least there wasn't any permanent damage.

During your stay in the Hospital Wing of the Tower you hadn't been lonely for a second. Either the medical staff was around, or one of the Avengers.

All except Loki.

He hadn't been to visit you since you woke up and though Thor had told you how he hadn't left your side while you were in a medically induced coma, as soon as you had woken up he had disappeared.

At first you had been confused at his behavior, but as the memories of what you had thought to be your final moments started to come back, you began to feel a little queasy.

You had confessed to Loki.

You had told him you loved him while you bled out in his arms.

After saving his life.

What did it mean? Did his distance mean he did not feel the same way? Obviously he didn't feel the same way. But he could do the courtesy of coming to see you at the very least. You had saved his life.

So it was very quick that your sadness of not having him around turned to anger.

A week or so after you gained consciousness, you woke up in the middle of the night to feel a hand enveloping your own.

Normally you would have the person in a choke hold with a knife at their throat. But you recognized that silhouette, recognized the voice as it began to speak.

It was dark, so he didn't know you were awake as he spoke. "-fault that you're here. I should've been more aware of my surroundings." You had never heard him speak so softly before. "But when I'm with you, everything else simply fades into the background and all I am aware of is you."

You felt as if your heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was a good thing you weren't hooked to those monitors anymore. "It is absolutely ridiculous that I have become so dependent on you that I cannot imagine my life without you. Banishing me here was the single good thing my father has done by me." He admitted as you felt his other hand come up to brush a finger against your cheek.

It took every ounce of your strength to not shudder at the sensation.

"I hope one day I can accept your feelings for me Y/n. And I hope I can one day no longer be a coward and admit my feelings for you as well. You deserve so much better then me and I-

But you had heard enough.

Turning your palm over you grasped the hand that held yours and pulled yourself up in a sitting position. Only for you to throw the other arm out to catch s surprised Loki from the back of his head and pull him down to meet your lips.

There was initial shock on his part, but your lips were warm and insistent against his. It didn't take long for his lips to begin responding, albeit a lot more eagerly then your initial kiss. So much so that you were nearly laying on your bed once more while Loki hovered over you. One hand was still clasped within yours, fingers intertwined, while the other cupped your chin.

Finally, you both pulled away and your eyes met. You rather liked the dazed look he had as you smiled up at him. "Maybe you should leave it up to me to decide who I should love or not." You said firmly giving him one of your no nonsense expression.

He smiled in response, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as he nodded.

"As the Lady commands."

Before fusing your lips once more in a loving embrace.

[strigeist]

My last ask!! Camilo with a s/o who has anger/anxiety issues/ headcanons please!! :D have a good day and newyears!

~ I'm so so sorry for taking so long on this one! I've been a bit busy in my personal life. After doing some thinking I decided to only do the anxiety one, so I'm sorry about that too. It's just that even though I did quite a bit of research, I still didn't feel confident in what I was writing since I have no personal experience w/ anger issues, and considering it's something that can be harmful if portrayed wrong I think it's best if I just stick to what I know :(. I'm sorry! But I hope you understand. ALSO YES THANK YOU GOOD NEW YEAR FOR YOU TOO!! And day!! ~

Camilo with a s/o who has anxiety

Gender neutral s/o!

I know anxiety can present differently in different people, I'm referencing mostly me and the people I know.

⚠️ Mentions of panic/anxiety attacks. It's right at the end and separated from the rest with [], so if it triggers you you can just stop once you see that! ⚠️

Will never, ever, judge you for showing symptoms of anxiety. Will not make you feel bad for it or make snarky comments about it, even if you don't outright say that you have it.

Won't force you into anything you don't wanna do, but especially not if it's something that would trigger your anxiety.

If it's something you absolutely need to do (because life is like that sometimes), he'll try to help you go through it as much as he can.

(If you allow his family to know, they'll help you too in their own ways).

If you're together and someone approaches you to talk and it's making you anxious, he'll absolutely carry the conversation for the two of you and somehow manage to get you away from the situation in a very natural way so you don't have to worry about seeming rude or anything.

If you're ever too "in your head" about something that probably doesn't warrant so much worry, like something embarrassing you've done in the past, he'll try to make you see things the way he does. Never in a mean way or disregarding your feelings! Just to calm you down. Sometimes our brains blow things way out of proportion.

Will let you fiddle with his clothes, his hands, hell even his hair if it makes you more relaxed.

(As someone with curly hair, him letting you touch his hair is a proof of pure love).

This is all if you want it, of course. As I've said in the past, Camilo would never want to make you uncomfortable. If you don't want him to do something, just tell him and he'll stop and apologize. He'll find other ways to support you that don't bother you! Or you can just tell him, that works too.

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Listen, he's good at helping you through panic or anxiety attacks.

(I know they are different things, but mainly for the reasons they happen. They are quite similar in what they feel like, at least for me).

You cannot tell me no one in the Madrigal family goes through things like this. He has experience.

"Breath with me, cariño, let's try that okay?"

If following his breathing doesn't work, he'll try the counting method, you know? The one where the person counts numbers slowly and you follow their lead. (I don't know if that's the name, but that's what I call it).

Every time it happens he panics on the inside, but tries not to show it so you don't feel even worse. He knows you'll be fine but he doesn't like to see you hurting in any way.

Will also reassure you that you'll be fine, it's just a panic or anxiety attack and soon you'll be fine, and that he'll be there for you the entire time.

If you want to hold his hand because it's scary, he'll let you.

If you need space, he'll give it to you. But if you want a hug he'll also oblige.

Afterwards will try to convince you to do some more relaxing activities, if you weren't doing that before, so you can rest and recover.

[wailly]

Valentine - Laufey

“I've rejected affection, for years and years,”

Bruce held Vance's hand causing him to flinch.

“Sorry.” Bruce mumbled out before pulling his hand away.

“No, you're fine. I'm just not used to it.” Vance replied, quickly grabbing Bruce's hand and continuing to walk.

“Now I have it, and damn it, it's kind of weird”

After walking for a while, Vance starts to catch Bruce staring a few times.

“What? Is there something on my face?” Vance snarled, stopping his walking.

“Hm? No, you're just, pretty. That's all.” Bruce answered quickly before smiling.

“He tells me I’m pretty, don't know how to respond.”

“You’re,” Vance pauses. “You’re pretty too.” He finishes hesitantly.

“I tell him he's pretty too, can I say that? Don't have a clue.”

Now it's Vance who’s staring. Flustered, he looks towards the ground. Heart beating faster.

“Vance? You alright?” Bruce asks.

“Yeah.” Vance stutters out, gripping Bruce's hand tighter unconsciously.

“With every passing moment, I surprise myself.”

“Bruce?” Vance speaks, quieter than usual.

Once he hears the other boy hum in question he finishes. “Are you sure you wanna be seen with me? I mean, everyone's afraid of me and I just, don't want you to lose friends because of it. I don't wanna mess up your reputation cause I do something dumb.” He's rambling at this point.

“I’m scared of flies, I’m scared of guys, someone please help”

“C'mon Vance, be serious. I don't care about any of that. I'll hang out with you whenever and wherever, who cares what people think?” Bruce replied.

“Cause I think I've fallen in love this time.”

“Hey, February is coming up soon. I was thinking a bit.” Bruce changed the subject.

“About what?” Vance questioned.

“D’ya.. I don't know. Wanna be my valentine?” Bruce spoke quietly, soft even.

“I blinked and suddenly, I had a Valentine.”

“Yeah. I'd like that.” Vance replied, the softest Bruce has ever heard him, the softest anyone has ever heard him.

“Awesome!” Bruce shouted, stopping in his tracks to give Vance a small kiss on the cheek.

Vance could only stare in response.

“What if he's the last one I kiss? What if he's the only one I’ll ever miss?”

Continuing to walk, hearing nothing but footsteps and quiet breaths. It was a comfortable silence. It was calm.

“Maybe I should run, I’m only twenty-one.”

Vance felt calm for the first time in awhile. Taking deep breaths. He felt somewhat vulnerable.

“I don't even know who I want to become.”

Bruce gripped Vance's hand tightly, leaning his head on Vance's shoulder while letting out a small yawn.

“I've lost all control of my heartbeat now.”

“I love you.” Bruce said quietly, not stopping as they continued to walk in this comfortable position.

“Got caught in a romance with him, somehow.”

Vance was absolutely taken aback. The words he was longing to hear from anyone for the longest of time, coming from the boy he loved most.

“I still feel a shock, through every bone when I hear an ‘I love you’”

“I love you too, dipshit.” Vance spoke, but this ‘dipshit’ wasn't rude, Bruce could tell. It was endearing.

“Cause now I've got someone to lose.”

Finally reaching Bruce's house, Vance observed the area. No cars anywhere to be seen, Bruce's parents weren't home.

They got inside and immediately got into their pajamas.

“The first one to ever like me back,”

Vance and Bruce got into bed, quickly cuddling as they noticed the cold January air linger in the room.

“I’m seconds away from a heart attack.”

Vance stared at Bruce, noticing how quickly the boy was falling asleep. The deep breaths soothed him.

“How the hell did I fall in love this time?”

Vance went to go get a warm drink for him and Bruce. Coming back and noticing the boy sprawled out on the bed, completely knocked out. The sight made him giggle before he set the drinks down on the nightstand and got into bed with him.

“And honestly I can't believe I get to call you mine.”

Eventually, he drifted off to sleep too.

I blinked and suddenly, I had a Valentine.

[majoringinsarcasm]

People have gotten it into their heads that Fanfiction needs criticism. And that’s not to say you CANT tell someone “hey this was formatted in a way that’s hard to read maybe try breaking up the paragraphs next time” or “hey you used this character for the plot and that’s fine but we shouldn’t use Chocolate and Mocha and Caramel to describe people of color especially since you didn’t do the same for the white / light skinned characters”

But the idea of “this was out of character and I didn’t like it please read the source material again” and “this made up scenario would never happen” or even better “I can’t believe you headcanon this character this way you must be stupid. Yes this is an AU and you don’t treat this character that way in other fics but this ONE AU must mean you think of them like this ALL the time and I think it’s stupid and bad and also morally evil somehow”

You’re embarrassing. You’re rude. And these people so often don’t write or draw themselves. If people ASK for honest feedback you still shouldn’t call them out their name or be rude but you have permission to give CONSTRUCTIVE feedback. Imagine getting an email saying you have a comment only to open it and see “I liked this but I hate the ship I’d love to see you write X instead” or any variation that’s not about The Fic You Posted. Same with art! Fandom is not training for Bigger Things. And there are indeed moments when people do stuff we need to talk about. But like most things this is a nuanced topic and like most things people lean so far in either direction that the idea of a middle ground does not exist.

In short you actually don’t need to tell someone you hate their fan work. Unless they ask for feedback or you’re pointing out Blatant issues that aren’t just “I hate this personally” you can just not say anything. Or bitch in private like the rest of us. You’re not better for “having courage to tell the author or artist directly” you don’t like their style. You’re just rude as hell and the people cheering on your rudeness are people other fans don’t want to interact with.

[im-notbean]

Punz x Soccerplayer! Male!Reader

Summary; Your cousin Karl Jacobs invites you to be his plus one at twitch con, let's just say your day got better after you lost your game.

TW; Use of real names, reader had ADHD, reader is tall, Dream get's bullied a lot, reader is V E R Y flirtatious, swearing, kissing (lol), kinda gets ✨spicy✨ at the end, harassment, homophobia, let me know if theirs more!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION- I don't want my work posted anywhere but where it is at.

Key;

Y/F/N; Your favorite number

Y/N; Your Name

Y/L/N; Your last name

Y/H/C; Your hair color

Y/H/L; Your hair length

Y/E/C; Your eye color

Y/T/N; Your team name

NO matter how much you told your cousin Karl that you wouldn't be able to be their on time, he somehow got you to go to Twitchcon. So of course he told his friends who never even herd of you before, which is very unnatural you played forward. They would recognize you based on looks rather than name.

So that's how you ended up losing your game by 1 goal, which pissed you and your coach off, you were team captain and one of your best team leaders, and players for that matter. Being in the top 5 teams, ranked 3 currently, means that all of you teammates cared about the sport to go professional. But today, you guys played like shit to say the least.

Currently you were getting swarmed by fan girls who tried to get you to notice them, you signed a boy's jersey who got his sister or friend to back off that had your number on it, Y/F/N, honestly you liked people like that. Rather than the player they care about the game, and have favorites obviously, but still.

You called your cousin after you got in your Uber, you and him liked these calls it always cheered you up. Maybe it was because you both had ADHD or had similar taste or that you were close in age. Honestly you guys didn't know, you and Karl has always just clicked.

"Karl." "Yes Y/N?" "Help." "Why?" "We lost, and played like shit." "It can't be that bad-" "We lost to the 6th ranked team Karl Jacobs. It's bad." "Oh...well shit then- CLAY SHUT THE FUCK UP IT'S MY MALE COUSIN." "One. WHO THE FUCK. NAMES THEIR CHILD CLAY! Two. Who's Clay?" "Ask his parents, he's a friend of mine Y/N" "Tell him he is named after a minecraft block." "CLAY! HE SAYS YOUR NAMED AFTER A MINECRAFT BLOCK! YEAH? WHAT YOU GONNA DO THEIR 6'4!!" "I am 6'5 actually." "I MENT 6'5!!" "Put Harden Clay on the phone" "Nicknames so soon...make him laugh and then call him a tea kettle." "Understood."

You heard rustling from the other end of your phone, you arrived ar your hotel and took your bag out going into your room on the 6th floor. Putting your phone on speaker as a new voice was put on the phone.

"KARL WHAT THE FUCK." "Danm Hardened Clay don't dish my cousin like that. Very rude ya' know." "Hold up. You single?" "Yes. But I don't wanna date someone who is named 'Clay'" "Just call me Dream." "Ok looking you up now. I get to do more burring if you're faceless that's nice." "Blurring? Do you not like you're face or something?" "Yep. Sheesh I forgot about how much I work out...dang these abbs don't lie." "Ok...I wanna see now." "Put it on facetime Nimrod" "Geez ok. ACK KARL WHAT THE HELL!" "Tell my cousin he needs to chill out" "Karl...your cousin wants you to chill out. Geez fine yeah I won't tell anyone." "So...you want to see my abbs or not man?" "Yeah- Sorry zoned out, ADHD" "I feel you man...not in that way of course-" "You just made it weird, oh well I'mma pull up facetime now."

You sighed, the face came up on the screen with a smile. His brown fluffy hair with his emerald eyes and a slight stubble on his chin. Oh yeah, did we mention that you are a flaming homosexual? Because you are. Anyway, you turned the camera the other way towards the mirror you had in the hotel room. You turned on the light, giving Dream a better look at your abbs.

"Damnnn...how often do you work out?" "Every day, except game days." "Game days? Karl what do you mean...he's who?" "Your dumb as fuck." "What? How?" "Google Y/T/N forward Y/F/N." "Okay...Oh fuck I am dumb...how did I not realize you were Y/N Y/L/N." "Because your really fucking dumb." "Karl asked if your going to Twitch con, says your his plus one." "Yeah I am, your smart in this shit. What do I wear?" "Probably a tee-shirt and pants" "Great advice. Give my cousin his phone back." "Why?" "Because I need to know where to tell my uber to go for this...place?" "The event?" "Yup."

༺ T I M E S K I P ༻

You stepped out off the Uber and located Karl and some of his other friends. You toward over most of them except for one, Ranboo. You didn't know him that well, but you two instantly became best friends. You also met Dream, who you very often bullied through out the night. But out of everyone you met, their was one person who you fell head over heals for. Punz. You asked Sapnap about him.

"Hey Sap." "Yeah, what's up Y/N?" "Who exactly is that?" "That's Luke, also known as Punz." "He's kinda...cute"

You were sober with a cup of alcohol in your hand. You sipped at your cup absentmindedly as you looked at Punz face immediately becoming dusted with red. He was talking to Dream and obviously you had to bully him some more. You started walking over to him and slaped Dream in the back of the head.

"Someone who is as dumb as you should not be talking to most pretty boy in the room, Dream." "Oh...WAIT WHAT?" "You heard me idiot. Your amount of dumbness will rub off on him. He's to pretty to be dumb." "I'm right here-" "I'm saving you. Trust me." "Damn, hey I'll take it." "Punz really?!" "What? According to him I am the most pretty boy in the room, and who wouldn't take that as a compliment." "Your outnumbered Dream~" "Ugh, Y/N you don't even know Punz." "I know his name and that he's hot. That's all I need to know really." "That's gay." "I am gay though-" "What the fuck." "Dream. I have been flirting with Punz the entire time. I made it plainly obvious that I was gay." "I am really am that dumb." "Yeah yeah, shoo bitch." "Fine. Nice chating with you Punz."

Dream started to walk away from you two and you swung your arm around Punz's shoulders and started laughing. Punz was also trying to not laugh but he obviously was failing. You moved your arm off Punz and the two off you started talking and drinking more and more, this went on for an hour or so. You both were drunk by this point and decided to go to Punz's room, since it was closer, obviously. Once you two drunkenly walked into Punz's room you started talking again, but this time it was much more... heated. And I mean much much more heated.

"No no no, 'cause *hic* I've had girls like grope my *hic* ass before. And I'm s-standing their, all sweaty and shit 'cause I just like finshed a game *hic* and I'm all like I guess were doing this now and my teammates *hic* they know I'm gay and stuff and they just *hic* push me along as I move away the girls hand from my ass. But she gripped it even tighter and now this bitch's nails are diggin into my skin so *hic* my teammate gets security and she now has a retraining order." "Damn, *hic* that mudt suck balls for her." "Eh I guess, but I didn't really give a fuck *hic* as long as she's away from me and shit." "Hm, has anyone told you that you're really fuck'n hot." "Why you wanna know eh? *Hic* You think I'm hot shit innit." "I do." "Wanna make out." "I'm down" "...m'kay"

You moved so you were in top of Punz, you looked for any sign of discomfort to which you saw none. You tipped Punz's head up and slowly moved your lips to his and you kissed Punz. Punz threw his hands around your neck and pulled you closer to him and you grabbed his waist and set him on you lap, Punz groaned into the kiss and started tugging at your shirt trying to rip it off you. You broke the kiss to say something to Punz.

"Want- my shirt off?" "Please." "Pull it off yourself." "Wha-" "You heard me bitch. You wanna see me with my shirt off take it off yourself." "Uh- okay..."

Puns started to undo the buttons on your shirt and wasn't getting very far, his hands were sweaty and shaking. He managed to get the first button before you got fed up from waiting and placed your hands up his hoodie tracing his nipples. Punz's breath hitched at the contact and groaned again placing his head in the crook of your neck.

"Hurry the fuck up." "I'm t-trying- fuck don't do that *groans* t-to give me a minute." "Good boys don't keep me waiting, your a good boy eh?" "Y-Yeah." "Then Hurry." "Yes- *moans* s-sir." "Oh~ call me that more often" "Y-yes sir"

༺ T H E N E X T D A Y ༻

You woke up in Punz's hotel room with just your boxers on and while cuddling Punz, his neck and chest was littered with with hickies and he only had on shorts and boxers. Your head was pounding, how much exactly did you have to drink last night...oh whatever. You moved to get out of the bed but an arn was thrown around your waist stopping you from doing so.

"Don't leave....warm." "Luke, Darling I need to go." "Whyyyyy." "Because I gotta go home." "But why." "Because my teammates will be wondering why it's taking me so long to get ready." You reached for your phone, thank god your powered it off before you left. "I say fuck them." "Like how I did to you last night?" "More harder than yeah." "Are you wanting me to go again?" "Nah, I'm fine just...stay please." "I'm only going to LA, I should be fine Luke." "Fineee." "Just give me your number." "Alright it's xxx-xxx-xxx" "Thanks."

You quickly texted your teammates that you weren't at your hotel and were Ubering over. They all swarmed your door went you finally got their and stared at your collar bone and neck. You finally said that yes you did have a hook up and yes you knew the person and yes you did have their number, they finally left you alone. You quickly changed and packed you bags and brushed your teeth. And you meet up with your team downstairs. You would be riding with one of the least accepting of your sexuality. Zach. This motherfucker was big on regularly tormenting ypu with "It was Addam and EVE. Not Addam and STEVE." Thanks for being an asshole I guess. You and Zach places your bags in the trunk of the car and got in the backseat and Zach sat down next to you. You decided to ignore him until he said something about Punz.

"Y'know I bet whoever that fuck you hooked up was ugly. Probably fat as hell." "Dude what the fuck. You don't even know them, don't make accusations you can't prove." "Then who you texting eh?" "Your dad. So I can fuck him 'cause we all know he definitely ain't straight." "My dad is 100% a heterosexual." "How do you know?" "Cause he's with my mom." "But whatif he's bisexual? Or pansexual? Or Omisexual-" "Don't go spreading false information about people! Especially people you don't know." "But that's what you to me, it's only fair innit." "Fuck you." "Nice talking to you to."

You arrived at the airport and met up with some of your closer teammates, your phone dinged in your pocket so you picked it up and it came up with an unknown number that said...

xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Missing you already :(

You- Luke??

-ye

You- alr

You- miss ya too darling

-its actually so boring here ://

You- damn tf u want me to do 🧍

-idk

SAVED CONTACT AS "Luke🩷"

Luke🩷- Y/N respond to meeeeee

You- i was adding u as a contact chill your tits-

Luke🩷- what is it :D

You- *Sent an Screenshot*

Luke🩷- 🤭

You- im about to board da plane

Luke🩷- noooo dont leave meeee

You- I bought the damn plane wifi on the way here, what makes u think im not gonna do it on the way back :|

Luke🩷- dunno

Luke🩷- im just dumb like dat

You- ur not dumb luke

You- u can suck a cock pretty good 😉

Luke🩷- thats gay

You- no really?

Luke🩷- 🥲

You- please dont cry- im sowry :((

Luke🩷- Y/N wtf

Luke🩷- "sowry"

You- i feel attacked rn

You- alr i actually gott go

Luke🩷- damn talk to u soon babe

Luke🩷- luv ya ❤️

You- love you to darling ❤️

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AGHHFJSHSBAB IM DONE IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR MONTHS JESUS CHRIST 😭😭😭😭

yall want a part 2 (cuz i do lol)

[spaceyflowerswriting]

James lee x reader high school au

lollipop (james lee x reader; highschool au)

details: fluffy/silly drabble, gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and james are classmates and crushing on each other, james + kouji + crystal are adopted siblings lol

summary: james drops by while you were cleaning the classroom.

a/n: thanks for the request~ kinda added in other "older" characters but made them high schoolers too :] also younger charas but made them younger !

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Cleaning duty never really bothered you, except this time your partners were Gun and Goo. Gun would have been fine, but he had that, "No, you missed a spot," while pointing to an extremely clean thing attitude.

Meanwhile Goo was really starting to get on your nerves because he wasn't cleaning much in the first place. And he wouldn't stop blabbering.

Seriously, you felt like you were the only normal student in your class at times like these. Mitsuki sure as hell wasn't normal. Well, maybe Eugene was normal, but his smile was really unsettling. Wait, no, Sinu was pretty normal. James as well, but he was like "the perfect guy," so in a way he wasn't normal.

Speaking of him, the guy opened the door right when you were on the verge of losing it. Just looking at his calm expression felt like enough to relax you.

"James!" Goo saluted him while Gun was still sweeping in some corner. "What're you doing here, buddy?"

"Was looking for someone," he replied, before facing you. The warmest smile was on his lips. "Heard you were on cleaning classroom duty."

"Huh?" You vaguely pointed at yourself. "You were looking for me?"

"Yes." He held out a hand which you just noticed was holding a lollipop. "For the other day, when you helped me put up those posters."

"Oh." A somewhat shy smile grew on your lips as you accepted the treat. "Thanks..."

Goo made a wolf whistle. "Popular boy falls for the normal person, huh? Are you seeing this shit, Gun?"

Gun barely turned to look. "What?"

You looked downward in embarrassment while James just shook his head as Goo cackled.

"Knock it off, Goo." James was frowning but it melted away when he was looking at you again. "Anyway... are you busy after this?"

"No?" You blinked at him as he went back to smiling.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to study at the library together."

The offer made you momentarily lag. "Did I hear that right?" Somehow, you still managed to say yes.

"Great. I'll see you then. Come whenever you're done here."

James nodded at you with approval before waving and disappearing out of the classroom. You still felt too stunned to react with much even as the door closed. So stunned in fact, you didn't hear Gun and Goo starting a fight behind you. Whatever it was about, that wasn't important--you've got a study date to look forward to!

~

Meanwhile, at James's house as he prepared to head to the library...

"Wow, you have zero game."

"Crystal, you're only like 14."

"And? Looks like I know more about romance than you."

It took every ounce of will in James's body to not facepalm. "You know, I remember when I was in middle school and thought I was on top of the world, too, I--"

"James, you're THE number one student. Why would you ask your crush out on a study date? You are the last person who'd need to study. So what? That means you're gonna help them study? Kind of rude to assume they need help, don't you think?"

For a split second, James's jaw dropped. "...They said yes, though."

"To be polite, maybe." Crystal crossed her arms, standing firm on her position.

The silence that fell in the room eventually made James just shuffle towards the door. There was no point in arguing with his sister. "Tell Mr. Choi I'll be back by dinner."

Crystal rolled her eyes.

Kouji stuck his head out from the couch which he had been laying on to yell, "Good luck--or rather, bad luck on your date, lover boy!"

James thinned his lips and then simply left the house. As if one sassy younger sibling wasn't enough...

He let out a deep sigh and headed to the library. Seeing you later would make him feel better for sure.

[stedesparasol]

Please tell us everything about your evening at Rhys' show!!!

Oh strap in, anon.

So, my friend and I planned to meet with some people from a Cryptid Factor discord she’s in, at a pub before the show.  We walk into the pub and the second we step through the door, Rhys is right fucking there, sitting at the table by the doors.  We walk within inches of him, I'm internally screaming the whole time, and once we've gotten far enough past him I go up to my friend and start whisper-shouting "what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck" and she has no idea why I’m doing that bc it turns out she didn't notice she had been within 5cm of Rhys Fucking Darby, so I have to inform her and now it's her turn for internal screaming.  (This was old news to the CF people who were already here who had somehow maintained their composure for God knows how long.)  We then proceed to sit within the same room as him for like 40 minutes, all somehow managing to hold it together bc none of us wanted to be rude and disturb him.  (He was with Rosie and two guys, apparently one of whom was Ed Byrne???  Cannot confirm this bc I was desperately trying not to stare but I had noticed one of them had long hair so it does check out.)  Also I found out later someone at the table took a sneaky pic of him from afar which features my shoulder so... can't believe I have a pic with Rhys wow xoxo (I will post it if I ever get a hold of it!)

Anyway the show was about 6 comedians I think, with Rhys at the end.  He was stood at the side for some of it watching the others perform, it was dark and he was across the room from me so he was mostly a silhouette, but his hair is fucking luminous so I could still make him out.  The other comics were all good fun, a lot of the crowd were clearly here for Rhys but still had lots of enthusiasm for the other acts which I had been worried about, so that was good, but also leads me into the next anecdote...  At one point the MC (who was great) was talking to members of the crowd and unfortunately the subject of the Gay Pirate Show came up (cue me sinking into my seat out of embarrassment) and she had never heard of it but made a few jokes about the concept of gay pirates which were very funny and then said she'd have to watch it.  At no point did she realise that Rhys was in it and I have no idea if he ever told her but the thought of him listening to all of this backstage made me want to die personally.

Rhys' set was great fun, I think it was all stuff he'd done before but I wasn't expecting new material so that was fine, it was kind of like going to a concert and hearing your favourite songs live.  The robot impression is my Mr Brightside.  So he did the pickpocket bit, a bunch of sound effects, and the Westworld audition bit.  Don't really need to elaborate on the set since most of it exists out there already in some form but I cannot tell you how funny it was to go from the EXTREMELY sexually explicit jokes from the comedian on directly before him, to Mr Darby Makes His Creaky Door Sound.  (Although the pickpocketing bit does contain innuendo about getting fingered by some guy, which did not go unappreciated.)

Now, to be shallow for a bit: I have already made reference to this in another post but... legs.  He was wearing the hell out of those skinny jeans let me tell you.  Also witnessing the hair in person was an experience, the way it just settles into different shapes... it really is like putty.  He just looked fucking great.  Had to put that in here somewhere.

Anyway, after the show my friend and I and a couple of other people happened to be standing at the same side of the room as the backstage door, which was unintentional (at least from me, idk maybe some of them knew what they were doing lmao) but at some point while we were chatting Rhys came out with Rosie, some people stopped him before us and one or two got a hug, he saw us looking and said "hi guys!" so we all told him great show and all that, and one person asked him to sign something.  He clearly just wanted to get out of there tbh lol (apparently they were going for dinner and I was personally starving so I get it buddy, long night) but he complimented their art and signed it, and then they were on their way.  So a very brief interaction but it was still a delight just to watch his show and say hi tbh, and a really fun night overall.

Including this photo one more time for posterity.  That's the money shot.

[theacedragon0w0]

Split ends

Sage running into someone from their past

Vlk belongs to @imapuppy5000

Hazel belongs to @puffymucher

Rosalina belongs to @mirconreadzztuff22

Eva Jayne cameo belongs to @bigfatbimbo

Sage admitted that they were a fan of shopping, as long as it involved getting ingredients for a dish. Finding the perfect tomato was as crucial to them as it was for Velvette to find the right color of spool for her dresses.

They were inspecting the leafy greens when someone bumped into them, automatically Sage apologized despite them being the person who should be apologized to.

The stranger adjusted her hair, "Sam?"

Sage froze, they prayed that this was their mother but they were well aware that she was dead long before their ticket was punched. But the black hair and same emerald eyes was clear as day.

"B-becca?"

"Oh Sam! I didn't expect you of all people to be brought down here." She went to give them a hug but Sage gave them a hard shove.

"Don't ever fucking touch me bitch."

Becca was taken aback, her face now forming into a scowl, "Tough talk from someone who couldn't manage to rob one house."

Sage's hands were tightening into a fist.

"And you have some nerve to try to sweet-talk the same person that you shot point blank to cover your own ass."

Becca placed her hand over her chest, "Listen I know I messed up, but I have changed and I got myself better!"

"Don't care," Sage grabbed their basket and tried to walk away but Becca gripped Sage's arm.

"You don't get to walk away from me bitch! I was helping you get out of that trailer trash dump!"

Sage struggled under Becca's grip, "I don't owe you shit! You only pretended to care about me because I wanted to pretend that I was loved."

Now Becca got close to Sage's face, her breath oozing with the odor of cigarettes, "Like how you are now? You don't think that everyone here thinks that you're mooching off of Hell's powerful ladies? The look on your face when they toss your ass on the street cuz they got bored with you will be priceless. But then again, I can see that you are playing as housewife for them."

Becca finally let go, "But you're right, what we had is in the past, I have myself a new sugar that doesn't frustrate me as much as you did, so have fun being a plaything like you always were."

She sauntered away, like she always did. "Fucking bitch!" Sage shouted, kicking the basket across the floor. Sage took a deep breath, they were not going to have a breakdown in the middle of a chain grocery store.

It wasn't until Sage got to their motorcycle when they could allow themselves to let the tears fall. They were pissed, the cunt that shot them and let them to die had the audacity to tell them that their partners were like her? They refused to accept it, they didn't bust their ass making a better life only for some person to come in and try to tear it down.

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Sage entered the tower, the groceries somehow remained unscathed from the road rage that Sage had during the drive. They ran into Vox and Eva, fuck they forgot that he would be joining them for a quick bite.

"Sage! Glad I ran into you, so what master dish are you planning to cook tonight?"

Eva gave Vox a flick on his head, "Sorry Sage, clearly this dunce here isn't aware about the people around him, are you ok?"

Sage quickly faked a smile, "Oh I'm great! Just fine! I just had to deal with some rude drivers is all!"

Eva wasn't convinced but didn't want to press them, "Ok, but you know that you can talk to me if anything is bugging you."

Sage wasn't sure if this is something that they wanted to talk about, if anything they wanted to have this stay dead. But they gave Eva a nod, "I appreciate it."

The trio made it to the penthouse, Rosalina was in the kitchen with most of the ingredients prepared, she was the first to greet the three as they walked in, "Vox? Eva? we weren't expecting you for another hour!"

Eva finger gunned the dragonness, "we got done an hour early, plus we won't be staying long, plus I managed to twist this twink's arm enough so he can have a damn break."

"Hey!"

"It's true though!"

Rosalina's attention moved to Sage, "Darling? Is everything ok?" Cupping the lizard's face.

Sage sighed, "I'm ok, just had a rough drive is all," kissing Rosalina's hand.

"Well the others are getting themselves cleaned up, Vox you can wash the vegetables so Sage can make the salad."

By the time everyone was getting served, Vox and Eva announced that they had to leave, with Velvette protesting, "You barely had a bite in!"

"Sorry dear, but I am this close to getting this one band to work for me and I can't waste another second."

Vox chimed in, "I also have to finish finalizing some sponsors for next week's scheduling."

The two did agree to take the packed meals so they will at least have something to eat for later.

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"Bluebell? You hardly touched your plate."

Sage's mind returned from their dissociation, "Oh, sorry, guess I'm not in the mood to eat right now."

Everyone's attention landed on Sage, as they were known to have the stomach equal to Hazel.

Vlk was the first to ask, "Something is wrong Sage, you can tell us."

Velvette nodded, "Whatever is bothering you, we are here for you."

Sage took a deep breath, "Ok but you guys have to promise me that you are going to do nothing about whatever it is that I am going to tell you."

Rosalina squeezed Sage's hand, "we promise, right girls?" The others nodded.

Sage knew that they had to chose their words carefully, "I, I ran into my ex at the grocery store."

"Crystal? Me and the boss made sure that she stayed dead when we took care of her-"

"No, my other ex, Becca."

Vlk's ears flatten, "the same one who-"

"Who shot me and left my ass to rot? Yeah that bitch."

Velvette was about to stand up but Sage's voice stopped her, "I said not to do anything."

Velvette snapped back, "What? You expect me to stand by and let the cunt walk free?"

"I expect you to respect my wishes, I want nothing to do with her, we have both agreed to never cross paths again. This is something I want to stay in the past."

Hazel placed her hand on Velvette's shoulder, "Bluebell is right, and they kinda got the better end of that right?"

Sage's shoulder relaxed, "I really did, I love you guys, and no one, not even a shitty ex is going to make me doubt that you guys feel the same way." With the statement being solidified by them receiving kisses from each of their partners.

[enbyleighlines]

Leigh plays Tellius prt 28

Okay, continuing where we left off! The end of the bridge map. This time I DID look up where the holes are, and yet somehow ended up falling into more than one of them. Ugh.

Anyway, I always found this comment from Tanith so delightfully hypocritical. I won't say why because of spoilers, but yeah. This comment just ages so poorly. Honestly, even without (spoilers), it's still just a rude thing to say. I do like you Tanith, but you have no self-awareness at all.

Uh-oh, there's trouble brewing in the polycule.

In all honesty, despite the blood pact being just a little too convenient of a plot devise, I do love this scene. Pelleas is in such a rough situation here, so I understand his desperation, but at the same time, I do not blame Sothe for wanting to get the hell out of dodge.

And this is why you always read the fine print, Pelleas. Though, I'm not sure if the terms of the Blood Pact are visible. Did Lekain use some magic invisible ink or something? Because I feel like, as gullible as Pelleas is, he at least read a sentence or two, right?

Okay, here we go. I'm finally able to talk about the parallels between Naesala and Ashnard. According to this story Lekain tells Pelleas, Naesala came into power very much the same way Ashnard did. Except, we are given no reason to believe that Naesala is the one who tricked the previous King of Kilvas into signing the blood pact, and instead was thrust into the position after many of his relatives died from some mysterious plague. (Although, didn't someone say that the laguz choose their kings by strength rather than by bloodline? Or does that only apply to the beast and hawk tribes? The dragon tribe, at the very least, goes by bloodline.)

Anyway, I wonder if this story is what inspired Ashnard's plot. But then again, how would he have known about this incident? It doesn't seem like common knowledge. (Unless Sephiran gave him the idea...)

Whatever the case, I do feel for Naesala a lot. Like Elincia, he probably had no plans for inheriting the throne. Maybe he didn't even want the job. But when it came time, he nevertheless took up the mantle and devoted himself to the people of Kilvas.

Look at this clusterfuck. Luckily, this map wasn't nearly as difficult as I thought it would be, but man, it was a slog to get through. It's so hard to maneuver my units where I want them in this narrow space, especially with a bunch of unpredictable ally units rushing around. I could have given them the command to just stay still, but I honestly needed their help to whittle down the numbers. Sothe was able to dodge most attacks, and Aran was defensive enough to survive being attacked multiple times, but neither of them could really do a whole lot of damage in return.

This was such a smart move on Ike's part. (Although, I am assuming that the initial idea came from Soren.) Yes, it was a cruel trick, but this is war, and besides, Micaiah had her soldiers pouring oil down on Sanaki's Holy Knights with the intent to set them on fire. So, you know, desperate times call for desperate measures.

I feel you, Ike.

And that's it for this part. I'm getting so close to the endgame of part 3, and it's making me nervous. I desperately want to unlock all that good extra content.

Wish me luck!!

[stewardofningishzida]

Chapter 1: First Meeting

All right, guys. This is just for fun because it popped into my head and I wanted to amuse myself and maybe see where it goes. If someone likes it, maybe I’ll continue. If not, then eh. Since I’ve been a fan of Doctor Strange for a while, it might be funny to see/read what would happen if he landed here in our world. In this case, since I’m already a magnet for weirdness (please read my real life stories), he accidentally landed in my house. To avoid the whole “incursion” thing, let’s go with “this universe doesn’t actually have a Stephen Strange variant” or maybe “this universe has slightly different rules to it so an incursion wouldn’t really happen”. I’ll keep it ambiguous. Anyway, have fun.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *I’m browsing on the internet while sitting on my bed, half-asleep and bored out of my mind. Out of nowhere, I see a ring of golden sparks appear in front of my closet and look up, startled. Within 2 seconds, I’m on my feet and see a man fall through the portal onto my floor.*

Me: What the hell is this?! *I grab my replica of Sting from the wall and hold it threateningly.* Who are you and what do you want? You have 3 seconds to start explaining and it had better be good! *I’m trying to be intimidating just in case. He LOOKS like Doctor Strange and the portal was there a second ago, but things don’t work that way in this universe. So, how would this be possible. I’m silently questioning my sanity while trying to keep track of the potential home invader.*

*Stephen looks up at me, both confused and irritated by the experience. He gets up.* Stephen (sarcastic): Nice to meet you too. Where am I, exactly?

Me: Well, you’re sure as hell not supposed to be here. *I’m on the defensive.*

Stephen: First off, rude. Second, could you at least lower the movie prop? I’m not happy about this situation either.

Me: I will when you tell me who you are and what’s going on.

Stephen: Fine. I’m Doctor Stephen Strange and I just got shoved through an interdimensional portal by the guy I was fighting before I ended up in this mess.

*I stare at him, processing this. It looks like my brain is about to short-circuit.*

Me: H-How? Sorcery isn’t a thing here. You literally just broke the laws of physics…Okay…I’m clearly awake…So…Am I insane?

Stephen (snarky): I don’t know you, so it’s possible.

Me (glaring): Fine…Show me some more proof. Otherwise, I’m not going to believe some comic book character landed in my bedroom.

Stephen: Comic book character? *He gives me a weird look* Never mind. You want proof? Here. *He uses the Crimson Bands of Cittorak to grab one of my action figures across the room and drops it at my feet. I’m stunned into silence and lower my weapon.*

Me (small voice): Okay…

Stephen: Now will you tell me where I am?

Me: Y-Yeah…You’re not in your universe anymore. It’s still *an* Earth, though. Heck, you’re not even in New York either. *I explain where we are. Stephen listens.*

Stephen (sarcastic): Well, this has been fun, but I’ve got to get back to my world and deal with the latest unspeakable evil. So, if you don’t mind, I’ll be on my…Shit…*He looks at his hand and feels around his robes.*

Me: Your Sling Ring’s gone?

Stephen: Yeah. I-How do you know about that?

Me: Told you. In our world, you’re a fictional character from a comic book. We even have movies about you and others. A lot of people have read about your life and adventures.

Stephen: …Somehow, it’s not the weirdest thing I’ve come across, but it’s definitely not a pleasant piece of news.

Me: So…What do we do, then?

Stephen: We?

Me: Well, it’s not like you can just waltz outside with your outfit, magic blazing. Plus, you probably don’t have any documentation or anything for this universe. So, you’d have to create a whole new existence here. You’re not on record or anything besides in the movies and comics.

*He sighs, defeated for the time being*

Stephen: Fine…I’ll have to think of something.

Me: Sure. Meanwhile, I guess you can stay here. It’s probably your safest bet until things can be sorted out.

Stephen (begrudgingly): Thanks.

Me: Maybe Wong will find you or something.

Stephen: Hope so. What’s your name again?

Me: Steward. (I’m just going by my tumblr name.)

Stephen: Thanks for your hospitality, Steward. I’ll try to make this stay brief.

Me: Just don’t blow up the neighborhood, okay?

~~To be continued?~~