#like if you hadn't been so insecure and hateful none of this would have happened

[dreamsontheirway]

Proven Me Wrong | S.R.

Summary: Reader hates their glasses, so they opt to go visionless for a day. Spencer won't let that happen. Warnings: None Word Length: 1.1k

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Grabbing your belongings from your passenger seat, you opened your car door and stepped into the dimly lit parking garage. You began trudging towards the exit, squinting your eyes as you went.

You had completely forgotten to pick up a new batch of contact lenses over the weekend, and now you were forced to deal with the consequences. You hated wearing your glasses to work, so you opted to just not have your full range of vision for the day. It's just one day, you had thought.

It's not that you didn't like your glasses; they were relatively fashionable. You just always felt that you weren't taken as seriously when you had your glasses. Due to the heavy prescription resulting in the lenses having to be quite thick, it exemplified the size of your eyes and you felt made you look significantly younger.

Traipsing into the BAU office and arriving at your desk, you placed your belongings down. You noticed the teetering tower of case files that were newly piled onto your desk. Coffee, you thought. You needed coffee first before beginning to even consider the sheer number of files that you needed to complete.

Upon entering the kitchenette area, you beelined to the coffee maker were about to pour yourself a cup. You hadn't noticed, or rather hadn't seen, Spencer staring at you when you came in.

"Hi," he spoke, startling you. "Did you not see me? I already prepared you a cup."

He handed you a steaming mug of the bitter liquid. You could smell the cream and caramel syrup he had already added for you. Your favorite.

"Sorry, thank you," you smiled at him, his face blurry and doubling from your lack of vision prescription. Despite your current impairment, you could see a smile ghost his face.

You two wordlessly made your way back to the bullpen, and you placed your steaming cup at your desk.

"Did you get the same amount as me?" You asked, referring to the towering pile of case files mounted on your desk. "This is going to take forever."

Spencer's brow creased before he hummed and spoke, "I got about the same. I can take a few from you."

You waved your hand at him. "No, no," you brushed him off, "I can do it."

Spencer ignored you then, grabbing a handful of your case files and taking them to his desk.

"Spence," you laughed, astonished at his tenacity.

"It's fine. I can finish just these in less than a half hour anyways." He never intended his remarks about his quick reading and high IQ to sound conceited, but it sort of came with the territory.

"Well, thank you." You appreciated the help and sat down to complete your remaining files.

It was nearing lunchtime, and your completed pile had finally started to catch up with your uncompleted. Despite the small victory, you still struggled. You were in pain; the space behind your eyes burning. After squinting for nearly 4 hours due to your lack of clear vision, the eye strain had completely taken over your every thought.

You rubbed at your eyes, and seriously considered asking Spencer for the eye drops that you knew he had stashed in one of his desk drawers. You and Spencer had been together a fair while now, and he knew you wore contacts, but he had never seen you in your glasses. You didn't think he would think anything bad of you, necessarily, but something in your gut still caused insecurity to bubble up.

"Are you alright?" Spencer appeared beside you then, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I can take a couple more of your files if you'd like."

You shook your head, not wanting Spencer to do any more of your work for you. You already felt guilty enough about the ones he had snatched from earlier.

"Nah," you dismissed, "My eyes are just tired. I ran out of contacts and forgot to pick up more."

"Why aren't you just wearing your glasses, then?" Spencer was confused, his brow furrowed in perplexity. He did not understand why you wouldn't want to see your work, if you had the ability to. As far as he knew, your glasses were still fully functional. He had never seen them on you, but he knew enough to know that you owned some.

You sighed, realizing you would have to share your insecurity with him. You hated confusing Spencer, and the crease on his forehead resulting from pure puzzlement made you feel guilty.

"I just," you started, looking to see if any of your fellow agents were around. "I don't like the way they look on me."

"But," Spencer's brow was still scrunched. "Don't you need to see your work? I don't understand why you wouldn't wear them if it meant you could complete your work comfortably."

You exhaled, frustrated. You loved Spencer, but sometimes he did not understand your insecurities. He was so factual and logical, and most days you loved that about him. However, sometimes it was hard to express your feelings and have him understand you.

You thought of a way to explain this to him so that he would understand.

"I'm insecure about them. I," you considered your next words. "I worry that they make me look unprofessional. And you haven't seen me in them; what if you think I look hideous?"

Spencer laughed, and it warmed your insides, both with love and with irritation.

"It's not funny!"

"No, no it isn't," Spencer cooed. "I'm sorry. It's just that I would never think you looked bad in anything, let alone hideous. It seems silly to me that you wouldn't just wear them if it meant that you could see your files."

You appreciated his words, but you humphed dramatically anyway. Your facade had been foiled by the intelligent young man.

"Fine," you muttered, digging through your bag for your glasses case. You found the leather-bound object and opening it, you pulled out your black, thick rimmed glasses and slipped them on your face. You hummed, the feeling of finally being able to see the world around you clearly was soothing.

Spencer looked at you; he just stared. You shifted uncomfortably, staring up at him through the newly placed glasses on your nose.

Spencer noticed your shifting and was quick to say something. "I think you look absolutely ravishing."

You laughed then, and said, "I think that's a bit dramatic."

Spencer shook his head, "No, it's true. I didn't think you could get more beautiful, but you've proven me wrong."

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don't listen to them | tommyinnit

genre | fluff, slight angst

warnings | insecurities, a crying tommy, kissing and two 'i love you's, lowercase on purpose, unedited

pairing | tommyinnit x reader (you)

word count | 744 words

a/n | could this count as a blurb? shorter than usual but it was something quick i wrote yesterday and i just wanted to get it out as soon as possible. please continue sending in requests even though i'm shit at actually writing them, i promise i will get around to them asap [this is in no disrespect to molly in any way whatsoever]

sometimes, it could get too much. you knew that tommy had had bullying issues when he was in secondary and that led him to be a little self-conscious when the youtube/twitch career became huge but for the most part, he had handled it well. and anything that he hadn't, he had told you about and the two of you had gone through it together and had been fine.

it wasn't unusual for you to pop over uninvited, since you had the spare key to his flat and were seemingly more comfortable in his house that his own. what was unusual was that when you stepped inside and closed the door, you weren't greeted by a hyper tommy excited to see you. instead, silence.

"tom?" you called, waiting a few seconds, expecting him to come bounding around the corner, but greeted by nothing.

with furrowed eyebrows, you left the hall and went into his office, because maybe he was streaming? you always checked twitch before leaving and he hadn't been streaming, but he always could have started while you were on your way.

the lights were off. there were the string lights around the edge of the ceiling that were glittering softly but other than that the room was soaked in complete darkness. if he wasn't here, then you didn't know where he was. where he could have been. he wouldn't have been sleeping; it was four in the afternoon.

but there was a figure on the sofa. pushed up against the wall and curled into a small melancholy ball against the cushions. his eyes were closed, but he didn't have that sleeping look on his face that was the cutest thing ever. instead his eyebrows were furrowed, like he was frustrated from something. you wanted nothing more than to help him, whatever this was and whatever this meant. you hated seeing him like this.

"tommy? it's me.." you murmured, kneeling down against the side of the sofa and watching as he shook his head. "lovely, what's up?"

a small incoherent mumble came from him, but it wasn't an answer, nor the one you were looking for. ever so carefully, you grabbed his shoulders as turned him over so that he was facing you, hands moving up to his hair and combing through it softly, knowing it would comfort him somewhat.

"what are you..." you asked, trailing off when you saw the red in his eyes. your heart ached at the sight of him, you'd never seen him so broken and yet here he was.

"hi." he let out a half laugh, half sob and it broke your heart.

swallowing, you rubbed a hand against his cheek, pulling him up into a hug, arms around his neck, pulled as close as possible. you never wanted to let him go, you never wanted to see him like this again. you wanted to rid the world of every single possible problem that could possibly bother him. "god, tommy, what happened? y-" but you couldn't finish your sentence.

he shrugged. "i think i took a few comments too seriously, that's all."

"tom, we've spoken about this." you told him, still keeping your eyes soft as your hand still rested on his cheek, his palms wrapped around each arm, as if he was latched on for life. "you can't be looking at comments for too long."

"eh, i know, it was just too tempting." he explained, breaking eye contact and looking downwards instead. "you know what i'm like."

pulling his forehead down, you pressed a soft kiss on his forehead and leant yours against his, smiling down at him. "you know none of them are right, yeah? you're brilliant, cute and fucking hilarious tommy, nothing they say against you is true."

"yeah, i know." he nodded, swallowing thickly. "just sometimes gets too much."

"that's fine. it's fine if you sometimes need to take a step back, just please, never let yourself get like this alone. message me, or give me a ring, please anything, i hate seeing you like this." you told him, telling the truth one hundred percent and watching as he smiled at you and nodded.

"i love you."

"love you too, honey." you softly kissed him. "wanna play something? what about the sims?"

tommy nodded, now grinning, the redness in his eyes slowly disappearing. "yeah! come on!" and he grabbed your hand pulling you up and surely to his office. everything would be okay. you couldn't help but smile at the returning grin on his lips.

[miccimocha]

It's only been like 2 hrs but I'll post the unfinished fic. I also uploaded it in ao3, so you guys can also read it there whenever.

If I ever get the motivation to write the rest, I'll post it here first.

MY GOODBYE

John Dory Centric

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John Dory felt tired. That was the main feeling he was currently experiencing. He doesn't know from what exactly, he just knows he is.

He was currently sitting on one of the chairs inside Rhonda, staring off through tbe window. He saw a bunch of little trolls playing and running around without a care in the world.

This made him think about his brothers. JD remembers how they used to play hide and seek in the house, hiding in the most peculiar places. There was this one time where Clay hid inside the washing machine and it took hourse for them to find him. He felt the sense of nostalgia.

John Dory turned his gaze away from the window and walked towards the clue board that Branch made. It was filled with pictures back in their Brozone days. He used to look at this very fondly, but now he just felt bittersweet about the whole thing. Sure it was fun, it was thing that he did with his brothers, but it was also the very reason why all of them broke up.

He's the reason why they all fell apart.

The eldest could never forgive himself for what happened. He won't even be suprised if his brothers' still hated him, they probably just didn't want to say to his face.

John Dory took a photo from the wall. It was a group photo of him and his brothers, the day of their very first performance with Branch. He couldn't help but smile a little at the memory.

He put the photo down and went to open a chest full of things he had gathered over the years for his brothers. There were birthday gifts, christmas gifts, and even letters he wrote for each and everyone of them.

John had been thinking about giving his brothers all of it, but he never found the right time to actually do it. Or maybe he's just a coward.

He sighed and walked away from the box. There was pause, the silence was loud. Then, he went back and carried the chest to the front.

"Come on, girl. I gotta deliver some packages." John Dory started the engine and sped into the direction of Branch's Bunker.

The old troll knew that neither the youngest or the rest of his brothers were at home. They were all currently out, visiting Bruce's family at Vacay Island. It was also an excuse for a family vacation and bonding time. Altough John was tempted to go, he declined Bruce's offer when it came up. His brothers looked disappointed, he felt guilty about that, but he didn't change his mind.

He knew that if he came he would just bum everybody out and the mood will just go down. He didn't want to risk it, as much as he would love to hang out with his brothers.

John Dory begins to think on what could have been if they- if he hadn't left. If he wasn't a selfish prick who pushed around his brothers. If he hadn't put on all those pressure about being perfect onto his brothers. Maybe they could've been happy. Branch wouldn't have been alone. None of his brothers would have the insecurities they had now. It was his fault, it always has been and it'll always will be.

And John Dory knew the truth about it all. He knew that it wasn't his brothers who weren't perfect. No. It was JD, himself. He was too full of pride to actually admit it back then, but it was true. He pushed his own defects onto his brothers, and because of that, they all fell apart.

So, now, he's going to get rid of the problem. Himself.

<__>

Once John Dory arrived in front of Branch's Bunker, he got out of Rhonda with the chest. He stopped right at the "Go Away!" mat and hesitated a little bit. Eventually, he put down the chest on the ground, beside the entrance. He pulls out a pen and paper from inside his hair and began to write.

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"Dear Bros,

I know this seems strange, but this chest is full of presents I had for you all, from the day I left until the day we reunited. Please open it, I swear this isn't a joke.

I also just want to say sorry for all the things I had done. I know it isn't much, and it wouldn't give back the lost time that passed, but I just want you guys to know how much I love you.

All those years I've spent in the wild, there wasn't a day I didn't think of any of you, even if I tried not to...

Love, your eldest brother:

John Dory"

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The penmanship was not the best, but it was still readable. His brothers would understand it. He hopes.

He sticks the letter on top of the chest. Once done, he walked over to Rhonda, his face turning into one of guilt. "Hey, Rhonda, girl. I-..." He took a breath and tried to steady his breathing. " I'm...going to be away for awhile. Or- Well, not really 'awhile', but you know...away."

Rhonda makes a sound of confusion and fear, not understanding what he was doing, but was clearly worried about him. Being with him for all those years, she learned to pick up on his moods and emotions. Right now, Rhonda felt concerned for JD with the amount of sadness he was giving off.

John Dory smiled sadly. "Yeah, I know you're concerned girl, but I promise it's ok." He hugged the critter. "Just stay here, bud. I promise, I'm coming back. I just need some time for myself right now."

Here he was again, breaking promises.

Once JD let go of her, he patted her for the last time and walked away. As much as Rhonda had wanted to follow, she couldn't disobey him. Besides, he promised her that he'll come back. He'll never lie to her. She trusted him.

..............

Yeah, that's basically it. But, again, I'll post the next part here first before ao3 when I get to it.

[scribespirare]

If you're up to it, can you write insecure or guilty Miguel? Do I want guilty Miguel after his hesitation in your omegaverse story? Yes, yes I do. And are you keeping us, readers, fed? Yes, yes you are.

hello yes, i'm so happy to keep y'all fed >=3 this is rly helping me get out of my writing slump

anyways, i wasn't entirely sure which of the omegaverse ficlets you were talking about since there's two of them. i ended up picking the first one i wrote, about Miles wanting to be collared.

for anyone who wasn't read those ficlets, you can find them here and here. that second link is the collar one.

The guilt hits when Miguel is out shopping. Maybe it's how mundane the task is, standing there in a supermarket in Nueva York with it's harsh fluorescent lights and faint cheery but stale music. Maybe it's the plastic of the collar he's holding, plain white and smoothed into an unpleasant slickness, like it's got a thin layer of oil on it.

What the hell is he doing? Buying a collar for a fifteen year old Omega as some kind of show of ownership. It's not uncommon for Alphas to collar their mates; they're naturally possessive that way. But those collars are engraved or have tags to prove ownership. Only unbonded Omegas wear the kind of plain collar Miguel is looking at. Which just goes to prove that Miguel knows exactly how wrong what he's doing is.

Miles is too young, and Miguel too old. What's he trying to play at, pretending this relationship could ever work out? No matter how amazing Miles smells (bright and warm, like sunshine and spices), or how attractive his growing body is, the coltish legs, the broad shoulders he hasn't quite filled out yet, the stubble he'll need to start shaving soon. None of it is an excuse for what Miguel is doing.

And still he stands there, staring at the stupid collars.

Does Miles even want this? a voice in his head asks. An angry Alpha was bearing down on and manhandling him, of course he'd say something to placate you.

Miguel winces internally and shies away from the thoughts. They fit too well with the guilt he was already stewing in, making him feel like some kind of lecherous pervert. Exactly like the kind of Alpha he's always hated.

With a faint growl of annoyance he snatches a black leather collar off the shelf, lined with soft red velvet, and stalks towards the registers. Several Beta women scatter from his path, and the faint flashes of fear he sees on their faces makes that guilt twinge all over again. He's not a monster but fuck does he feel like one sometimes.

oOo

Miles is passed out on Miguel's couch in his HQ apartment when Miguel gets back. He looks soft in sleep, if not a little ridiculous. Splayed out with limbs slightly too long for him all askew. It would be a calming sight, Miles in his home and safe, if not for the livid bruise on his throat.

What had Miguel been thinking? That's just the thing though, he hadn't been. Seeing Miles being chased after by other Alphas just brings out the worst in Miguel, gets him growling like a dog with its hackles raised. No thoughts in sight besides mine and protect and mate.

"I can feel you staring at me, stop it," Miles murmurs suddenly. He doesn't move besides slitting one dark eye open. "You're so weird, old man."

Miguel doesn't wince. He's not a man who flinches from anything. But the words old man still ricochet inside his brain. Maybe now's a good time to try and talk to Miles about this, see if he can't chase the teen off before Miguel does more damage than he already has.

Sighing, Miguel drops the collar on his coffee table then shoves Miles' legs out of the way so he can sit on the couch. Miles squawks at the rough treatment but scrambles until he's sitting up all the same.

"What's gotten into you? You're grumpier than usual," Miles snarks. Then he pauses, looks closer at Miguel, and all that teenage rebellion melts away. Concern takes it's place, his brow knitting and mouth pulling down. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Miguel shakes his head. "No, I just...I think we should talk."

That only makes Miles' eyes go wide. "Uh, you know that's like, the most panic inducing thing you could ever possibly say to someone, right?"

"Cállate," Miguel snaps, unable to help the harshness of his tone. Realizing he's behaving exactly how he doesn't want to, he groans and drops his head into his hands, elbows planted firmly on his knees. "Fuck, Miles, I'm sorry." The words are sour on his tongue.

"Uh..." Miles says, then Miguel can feel the couch shift as the Omega moves closer. "You're kind of starting to freak me out here, big guy. What's going on?"

"What's going on is that I'm not good for you, Miles," Miguel says without lifting his head.

There's silence for a moment. Miguel isn't really sure what he's expecting; Miles is as tenacious as a pit bull once he's sunk his teeth into something. He's not going to just walk away from this quietly.

But Miguel is the adult here and he's got to stick to his guns.

A hand on his shoulder makes the muscles in Miguel's arm jump before he can settle himself. But instead of the harsh words or tantrum he's expecting, he gets, "Miguel, tell me what you're thinking. Please?"

Miguel lifts his head in surprise, turning to stare at the teenager beside him. Miles looks concerned and sympathetic, leaning into Miguel's space with zero hesitation. Like he has no fear of Miguel at all.

Breathing out harshly through his nose, Miguel sits up straight and rolls his shoulder to knock Miles' hand off. "I'm thinking that I'm a brute of an Alpha and you're an Omega who's way too young to know what he's getting into."

Once again, he's expecting some kind of tantrum. He's seen before how much Miles hates being talked down to or treated like a child. So much of his personality is just him trying desperately to grow into the man he's going to be, but it's too soon and he can't seem to see that.

But once again Miles surprises him. He doesn't blow up, though he does roll his eyes. But seconds later he's sliding into Miguel's lap, straddling the Alpha with ease and balancing himself with hands on Miguel's shoulders.

"I'm not sure where this sudden bout of insecurity is coming from, but it ain't a good look, babe," Miles says, voice teasing and light. "Let me tell you what I see from where I'm sitting. You're a good man, a good hero, and a good Alpha. The best I could ask for, honestly. And yeah you're a bit of a brute sometimes, and overly possessive, and a massive pain in my ass, but those are part of your charm, too. I'm sure I piss you off all the time." Miles pauses, eyebrow raised and clearly inviting a response.

Miguel scowls, unwilling to play this game. "That's not-"

"Don't you dare say any of that's not true! It is and you damn well know it." When Miguel doesn't interject again, Miles continues. "I like that you're older than me, too. It makes me feel safer and better cared for. And I'm not too young to know what I want in a mate. I want you and I'm not gonna settle for anyone less. I fought this whole damn organization once and I'll do it again, your ass included, just to be your mate. ¿Comprende?"

The words tumble over themselves in Miguel's mind, his guilt warring with his absolute adoration for the boy sitting in his lap. Miles is so terribly tempting and he doesn't even seem to realize it most of the time. Most. He definitely knows it right now, the way he's peering up at Miguel through his lashes.

When Miguel doesn't respond after a moment, Miles rolls his eyes again, then leans back so he can grab the collar Miguel bought off the table. He makes an appreciative noise while he turns it over in his hands.

"This is tight, good choice," he says, pulling the tag off. Then he holds it out to Miguel. "Now collar me, Alpha."

The words send a jolt through Miguel, so strong his body jerks with it. He's not sure when his hands found Miles' hips but they're there now, squeezing hard enough he knows it has to hurt, but Miles is just smiling at him.

Fuck, there's no winning is there? Miguel can guilt trip himself all day long, can tell Miles that he's the adult here and needs to make the correct decision for both of them, and it won't matter.

Because he's so fucking gone on Miles that it isn't funny.

"Brat," Miguel growls, and snatches the collar away. "Eres un dolor en el trasero, you know that? Tambien un incordio."

Miles just laughs, because he really is a brat, and tilts his chin up obligingly as Miguel holds the collar up. "I don't recognize that last word. Incordio? What does that mean?"

"It means nuisance," Miguel grunts, tightening the black leather until it's snug but not uncomfortably tight. "Because you're the biggest nuisance I've ever met."

"Eh, I've been called worse. Try better."

"One of these days I'm going to take you over my knee," Miguel says somberly. "Maybe then you'll learn some manners."

"Kinky," Miles laughs, tilting his head back down and reaching up to touch the collar. "I really like this, by the way. Thank you, Alpha."

Miguel isn't a monster, and for some reason Miles actually makes him feel like that's true for once. The brat.

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this is us ~ jjk | 5

you finally talk to jungkook about the conversation you overheard.

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, bff's younger brother ✨ playlist ✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) you can read them here on AO3 & Wattpad

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chapter five ~ daydreams and stargazing | wc: 4.1k warnings: kissing, touching, groping (what else is new with them?? lol), reader is insecure about being older than jungkook

~ Seven months together ~

It's been a few weeks since you heard Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung's conversation. There was never a good time to bring it up - when would there ever be a good time? It wasn't something you could casually bring up, but you knew something had to be said. The words from his friends echoed in your head every time the two of you were together. It was difficult to keep your emotions hidden from Jungkook, and he could always tell when you were in your head.

Jungkook had arranged a date for the two of you. He said he missed you and hadn't seen you in weeks due to his busy schedule at work. He didn't want to ruin the surprise he had planned for you, despite the fact that you'd told him numerous times how much you disliked surprises.

"Give me one tiny hint, boyfriend. Please and thank you." You tried to entice him with a quick peck on the cheek. You couldn't figure out why he was being so mysterious about this date. You figured it was one way for him to maintain the spark, but when could the chemistry between the two of you ever fade? He had a way of making you weak in the knees.

He shook his head and grinned. "Nice try, but my lips are sealed," he continued, scrolling through his work emails.

You stood behind him, pressing your breasts against his back and wrapping your arms around him, squeezing him, doing everything you could to get him to give in.

"Not even your tits will be able to get this secret out of my mouth," he chuckled. He didn't mind it one bit though. He enjoyed your neediness and desperation.

"Rather have your mouth on them," you countered.

"Now that's something I can do." He grinned cheekily, turning to kiss you, and you kissed him without hesitation.

stargazing

"I think you have a blindfold kink or something." You giggled, trying to keep your balance as he held your hand and led you into the unknown.

"Yeah, I still wanna try that in the bedroom," he chuckled.

Jungkook couldn't tell, but you were rolling your eyes at him. You couldn't believe it was the second time he'd blindfolded you during your relationship. Part of you enjoyed it, but you wished he would just tell you what he was up to. But you'd think it'd take the fun out of it.

"We're almost there." As he leaned down to kiss the shell of your ear and undo the blindfold, he said quietly.

"Kook--this is--absolutely amazing," you exclaimed, a huge grin on your face as you revered the set-up he had prepared. The ground was covered in blankets and pillows. He even brought a picnic basket full of snacks and beverages.

"Well, since you couldn't stop talking about wanting to see this meteor shower, I made a point of finding out when it was going to happen."

"Ah, so you do listen to what I say."

His gaze shifted quickly in your direction. He was annoyed by your remark. "I listen and remember everything you say."

"Oh really? I'm going to put that theory to the test." Hmph. It's time to disprove him. He cannot excel at everything. Nobody could possibly be this perfect. It's physically impossible.

"Go for it. I like a good challenge."

You paused to think of a question. "Favorite movie."

"10 Things I Hate About You."

"Favorite book."

"Trick question: none because you hate reading and would rather watch a show or film. Next," he said with a displeased tone since you were trying your best to deceive him.

"Dream job."

"Technically, you already have your dream job, but you'd probably want to get paid for doing nothing."

Goddamnit Jeon. How did he know so much about you? He probably sneaked into your nightstand and looked through your journal. There's no way he could know this much about you.

"If I could be anywhere, where would I be?'

He scoffed. "Anywhere I am, duh."

"Ddaeng! I'd be on a nice sunny beach with you."

Jungkook clicked his tongue. "Same thing."

"Nuh-uh!" you said, propping yourself on your elbows, glaring at him.

He smiled and mirrored your position. "I love you, you crazy woman."

Rolling your eyes, you leaned over and placed a peck on his lips. "And this crazy woman loves you too."

As you lay next to him, a gust of wind blew through, making you shiver. He noticed your trembling and extended his arm, bringing you closer. You couldn't figure out how he stayed so warm on this chilly spring night. He drew you into his arms and embraced you. He closed his eyes, breathing in the fresh air and smelling your perfume.

He let out a sigh. "This is absolutely stunning. It's fun to do things like this with you "he said, pulling you into him and kissing the top of your head. "Stargazing and meteor showers. I'll have to add it to our list of things to do."

"Yeah? I like this too." You smiled before kissing him on the chest. "Do you ever look up at the billions of stars and realize how insignificant you are in comparison?" Your question was completely meaningless. You just had a random thought. "It's as if the galaxy is enormous, and we're just lying here on top of a floating rock."

"Did you take a gummy without me?" he joked.

You slapped his chest. "Shut up. I told you that I'm never taking one again."

"Oh, come on. It was so much fun. God, you were so sexy that night. I'm getting all hard thinking about it."

"Pretty sure I was only sexy because of the gummy we took."

"You're always sexy. Gummy or no gummy."

"Uh-huh."

"We should do that again. The cabin, I mean, and maybe without our friends." He squeezed you again, pressing his lips into your hair.

You smiled nervously and peered up at him, softly muttering his name. Now was as good a time as any to finally get the conversation you heard off your chest.

He hummed in response.

Nobody enjoys these types of conversations, but they ate away at you. The more you cling to Jimin and Taehyung's words, the louder they become in your head. You could see where his friends were coming from because your relationship began quickly and unconventionally. And you were thinking about how you thought Jungkook was way out of your league, and how he may have started dating you because you were conveniently close by. You paused for a moment before conjuring the courage to spit it out.

"Am I holding you back?"

Jungkook's head shot up, his gaze fixed on you. "What? Why would you think that?"

You didn't dare look at him but continued looking up at the billions of stars above you instead. "I--I just hope that you being with me is everything that you want."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing from you. You were, of course, everything he desired. Why were you even contemplating such things?

"Baby..." He propped himself on his elbows and looked down at you. You were still avoiding his gaze, so he lifted your chin towards him, those big brown eyes staring deeply into your soul. "You are everything I could ever want and more."

What he said pierced your heart, leaving you with a sharp pain in your chest. He was still so young, with a whole world ahead of him. Didn't he want that? To find out what he's missing. After hearing what Jimin and Taehyung said, you felt like you were robbing him of many things. You didn't think you were anything special or important, so you weren't sure how you could be everything he'd ever wanted.

"Why are you asking that? What's going on? Did someone say something to you?" he asked with a concerned look on his face.

Should you admit that you overheard their conversation a few weeks ago, or should you lie and say it was something you'd been thinking about? You sat up, and he did as well, debating what you should tell him. You didn't want to be a jerk and get his friends in trouble, which was not your intention, but you also didn't want to lie to your boyfriend. He was entitled to more.

"I guess I'm afraid I won't live up to your expectations of what you want in a partner. Don't you want to know what's out there? What if you're missing out on something?"

When Jungkook heard you speak, a lightbulb went off in his head. "Did you hear my conversation with Jimin and Taehyung?""

You bit your bottom lip, not wanting to tell him that he was correct. So instead, your silence answered his question.

He took your hand in his own. "Don't pay attention to them. They have no idea what they're talking about, okay?" He kissed your cheek to reassure you. "I love you and want to be with you."

You gave him a half-smile, a part of you still bewildered by his words. To be honest, you may have needed to convince yourself that you are worthy of him.

"And what could possibly be out there that I'm missing out on?"

"I don't know--someone who's smarter, funnier, prettier, someone with bigger boobs and ass." You shrugged.

Jungkook let out a hearty laugh. "You are smart...funny...pretty..." He said in between pecks on your lips. "Gorgeous, so fucking sexy...and your boobs and ass are perfect in my hands." He continued with a final kiss, lingering longer than usual. "I don't want anyone else but you." He inched closer and hovered over you. His eyes darted back and forth between yours, and he leaned down again, pressing his soft lips against yours.

You inhaled his fresh scent, which you'd grown accustomed to. It felt secure. It felt familiar. You tried to pull away from him, but he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back to him. You pressed your hands against his chest, preventing him from kissing you again. "I'm sorry," you mumbled.

"Sorry for what?"

"I don't know, for being pathetic."

Seven months together with him and your insecurities continued to gnaw at your insides. Seen as you were a grown-ass woman in her thirties, you hated that your 24, almost 25-year-old boyfriend needed to reassure you of yourself and his love for you. Maybe you could put the blame on U-jin or possibly your mother for instilling this insecurity of not being enough.

He smiled and rolled you on top of him. "You're not pathetic. I'll tell you that I love and need you as much as you want. I can do that forever."

"Forever, huh? Mmhm. I can tell how much you want me right now." His hard-on sorely poking against you.

"Yeah..." He gave a nod. "We're pretty sure we'll miss this meteor shower. I'm sorry, baby. We'll see how it goes the next time "He smiled as his hand moved up to the nape of your neck, luring you down to him for a kiss.

You pushed yourself away from him, mumbling and laughing. "We're not going to miss this. I've been waiting for this for months."

"Just a couple of kisses..." He begged. His nose is now nuzzling against yours, lips barely touching.

It was easy to become tangled up in his arms...

Easy to become lost in the moment...

Easy to lose all sense of reasoning when you are with him.

daydreams

Most of your childhood consisted of daydreams, whether it was being whisked off by a handsome prince or dreaming about getting away from your mother, anything was better than facing reality. After the loss of your father, life was easier that way - not having to revel in the festivities of life. The aching pain of knowing your number one supporter wasn't there to cheer you on.

Your mother distanced herself even further from you afterward and you never understood why, but you'd soon find out. She wouldn't receive a mother-of-the-year award, certainly not from you. So instead, you found solace with Yuna and sometimes young Jungkook. Their parents worked tirelessly, so the three of you often relied on each other.

Yuna became your cheerleader, your hype woman, especially when you first began writing. Becoming a writer wasn't an easy feat. There were plenty of times when you wanted to quit and never write again. It was appropriate to have these sorts of thoughts when push came to shove when things weren't going your way. But then again, when does anything ever go your way? More times than you can count, many things were placed onto your lap, and you had to deal with it. That's just how life goes, right?

But it finally happened. Everything you've worked your ass off for. Your dream. Your goal. The reason why you wanted to become a writer in the first place. You listened to the voicemail left by Jae to assure yourself you weren't making things up in your head, and that you heard him correctly. Your script received the green light to be a show, and you would be the head writer on the project. It would be your first time leading a project that was your own, your baby.

The first person you would have called would have been Jungkook, but Yuna was the person you needed to tell. She's been through the thick and thin of your writing journey, and you knew she would be the most ecstatic.

"Yuna!"

Hey...what's up?

"Did...did I wake you?"

Sorry, I just took a little nap. I wasn't feeling great, but I'm okay now.

"Oh no, can I get you anything?"

Oh, it's okay. I can always make Namjoon go and grab something if I need it, but what's going on?

"I did it, Yuna..."

You did it? Did what?... Wait, are you saying what I think you're saying?

"Mmhm!"

The two of you screamed, and you could hear Namjoon in the background asking if everything was okay.

She did it!

"Did what?" Namjoon asked.

Ugh, I'll explain later! I love you, but I gotta go. Get dressed, babe. We're going out to celebrate!

Going out with Yuna felt like old times, when the two of you were against the world. You hadn't felt this way in a long time. When Yuna got married, you knew that the dynamics of your relationship would change. Hell, even when you started dating Jungkook, it wouldn't be the same. But just for this moment, hanging out with your best friend, just the two of you--you wouldn't trade it for the world.

The middle of a spring day brought some warmth during your celebratory lunch. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom - it was a beautiful sight in Seoul. Yuna showed up still not feeling the best, but she wanted to celebrate with you no matter what. Everything you've been working towards finally paid off.

She ordered a glass of lunchtime champagne, claiming that it was needed to celebrate. Though when she poured yours and herself a glass, she opted out of drinking it - claiming she was still feeling under the weather and didn't want to risk getting even sicker. You shrugged it off as nothing. You'd be more than happy to drink her share.

You looked across the table, finding yourself admiring how beautiful Yuna looked today. She was always beautiful, but this was different - she was glowing. "I know we're celebrating me, but what the fuck, Yuna? You're glowing. Are you using a new moisturizer or something?"

Yuna laughed at your comment. "Me? Glowing? Must be my new highlighter."

"And I'm sorry, but can we talk about your tits? They're huge." She had a decent-sized chest, but again, today, they looked ginormous.

She snorted and cupped her breasts. "These itty bitty things? I may be trying out a new bra."

You laughed. "I bet Namjoon loves it."

"He does."

At times, the world seemed a lot easier when it was the two of you. You wondered what life would be like if Yuna never married Namjoon and you weren't with Jungkook. Would you be where you are today?

"Bestie..." Yuna called out to you. "Are you daydreaming again?"

"I'm always daydreaming. You know that," you said, giving her a close-lipped smile.

"So...How are you doing? How are you feeling about everything?"

How was one supposed to feel when their dreams came true? Ecstatic? Anxious? Worried? Because you were feeling all of those things. Just because your script got the green light, didn't mean it wouldn't be a difficult journey. Hell, network execs could still scrap it too. Many things could still go wrong. "I'm mostly excited but also nervous."

"Makes sense." Yuna nodded and took a sip of her water. "Nonetheless, I'm so proud of you and if you ever need anything, you know that you can always call and talk to me. I know you've been busy with Jungkook but know that you were mine first." She said jokingly.

You laughed. "Don't tell Jungkook that. He might fight you. He gets very jealous."

"Speaking of Jungkook...how are you guys doing?" She knew the internal struggle you had with being with someone younger. Although, now that the two of you had been together for a while, she hoped you'd become more comfortable and confident in your relationship. At first, she was uncertain of the whole situation, but then she grew to love seeing you and Jungkook happy. It was probably one of the happiest times she's ever seen you.

"We're doing good. When his friends were here, I kind of overheard a conversation they had...but I already spoke to Jungkook about it and cleared the air."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh god. What did they say?"

You cleared your throat. "They were just looking out for him. They didn't want him to rush into things." You were saving Jungkook here without going into further details because, knowing Yuna, she'd have a fit, but you thought Jungkook handled the situation well. "But yeah, we're good. There's no need to worry about us."

"Okay. Good."

"But..."

Her eyes widened. "But what?"

"He has a fancy work event coming up, and I'm going to need your help picking out a dress."

She breathed out a sigh of relief. "I thought you were going to say that you're pregnant or something."

"Me? Pregnant? Jungkook, a dad? I think we'd both cry our eyes out." You shook your head. "We're not close to being anywhere ready for that stage in our relationship."

"Well...I can definitely help you out with the dress situation. Girl's shopping trip?"

Boyfie 6:27 PM Hey...I just got out of work. Whatcha doing?

6:28 PM I'm out with Yuna right now. Do you wanna meet us?

Boyfie 6:29 PM Yeah, text me the address. See you soon.

A girl's day out wouldn't be complete without shopping and a big, handsome man carrying all your things. Jungkook stared blankly, cheek-in-tongue, as the two of you roamed around the boutique, marveling at every piece of clothing. "I can't believe they called me to come and hold their bags," he thought to himself.

You peeked out of the dressing room and called Jungkook over. "What do you think about this for your work party?"

He slowly eyed you from head to toe. He cleared his throat before speaking, "It...you...you look great." He had to control himself, especially in the presence of his sister, but he couldn't stop thinking about taking the dress off of you.

You made a face at him. "It's not too much, right?" The dress clung onto every inch of your body. It wasn't your first choice, but Yuna insisted on it, saying, 'you'd steal the show.' And being in the spotlight wasn't one of your life's goals, however, you wanted to look good showing up on Jungkook's arm.

Yuna gasped when she peeked into the dressing room, checking out your reflection in the mirror. "You are fucking gorgeous. Whew." She began to fan herself. "Kookie, you're gonna have to keep her on lockdown because every man at your company will be after her," she teased.

"Oh, quit it." You chuckled, checking yourself out in the mirror again and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. These sorts of compliments make you shy.

"I'll fight anyone who goes near her," he joked, but also not joking at the same time. He'd do it.

"I believe it." Yuna agreed. "Oh god, I had too much water. Gotta find a bathroom."

She left the pair of you alone in the dressing room, which was a bad idea. Jungkook set the shopping bags he had been holding down on the ground, making his way toward you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling himself into your shoulder. You smiled, leaning into him, and your arms clung around his.

"You look absolutely amazing," he stated, leaving a kiss on your shoulder.

"Oh, why thank you," you grinned as he continued to smother kisses on your back. "Kook...stop before Yuna catches us."

"You're always worried about her." He said as his hands began working their way along your side, fingers slowly lifting the side of the dress. And if he continues, all of you will be kicked out and never allowed to come back.

You quietly moaned his name.

"Hmm...cat got your tongue?" he asked with a smirk. He let go, and his hands started gravitating toward the convenient cutout in the middle of the dress. It made your chest easily accessible to him. Way too accessible. He slipped his hand underneath, grabbing your left breast. "No bra?" He said, laced with surprise.

With eyes closed, you hummed. "You're gonna be the death of me."

The two of you were interrupted by a loud cough, and Jungkook immediately let go and stepped back.

"You guys, uh, need some time for yourselves?" Yuna couldn't help but laugh.

A peal of nervous laughter left your mouth as you glared at Jungkook. "Uh, nope! All good here. I'm just gonna change out of this dress."

"Can I stay and watch?" Jungkook teased.

You playfully smacked his chest and whisper yelled, "Go keep your sister company, you horny horny man."

As you finished getting changed, Jungkook went and sat by his sister. He let out a loud sigh. "You're always ruining things," he joked.

She turned and stared blankly at her baby brother. "Keep your dick in your pants before I cut it off, and your girlfriend will be devastated."

He laughed at her remark. "Okay, okay. No need to be so violent." His eyes followed you when you came out of the dressing room, heading over to pay for the dress. He needed to keep himself in check and not get too excited about you in that dress just moments ago. He watched your every move, from you smiling at the store employee to pulling out your wallet and making small talk as you checked out. Turning to his sister, "Noona."

Yuna hummed, looking over toward him. "What?"

"How did you know Namjoon was the one?"

She grinned widely, not trying to make a big deal out of the simple, but also not simple, question her baby brother was asking. 'So much for not rushing into things, huh?' she thought to herself. But she knew her baby brother well. He would never hurt you. "My dearest baby brother, who is young and naïve..." She grabbed him by the shoulder. "You have to understand something here. Your girlfriend, my best friend," she pointed to you, still immersed in a conversation with the employee. "She's been through a lot of shit, like a lot...especially with U-jin and her mother. I mean, you know that she hasn't talked to her mom in I don't know how long." He continued nodding, listening intently to his sister. "Give her time to heal and recover...don't rush into anything." She stressed the last part.

'What's up with everyone telling him not to rush into anything' he thought to himself. He was only planning ahead, and by ahead, it could be months...maybe years from now. He obviously needed to consider your feelings in this whole thing as well.

"So, to answer your question, it's easy, well...easy for me at least. I couldn't imagine my life without Namjoon like my life wouldn't be complete without him."

Jungkook thought his sister's answer was simple enough. He's practically known you his whole life, so of course, he couldn't imagine his life without you in it. The conversation the two of you had during the stargazing date lingered on his mind. He loved you, every single part of you, good and bad. He wanted it all. He wasn't sure how else to continue loving you without your insecurity and doubt continuing to cloud around your relationship.

✨ next ~ it's not all rainbows and butterflies

[katmaatui]

omg hal for this ask game AND the other ask game!!!

You didn't give me a number so I may have done all of the second one? So read more. Tw for suicide attempt mention under the first ask game, favorite moment (its not hal)

First Ask Game

First impression

I actually have a screenshot of me, last january, going I think Hal would be cool but I've never read anything with him in it. Uhhh I did use to think he's scared of the bats which eww.

Impression now

How can I put him down to a single sentence? A single paragraph? He's literally everything to me. He's so complex. He's insecure, he's suicidal as hell. He's flawed, he hates himself and he makes that other people's problem, he takes so much onto himself, he wants to be the shinning knight of the stories, he's inspired by old tales of knights and fair damsels and good and bad and black and white. He thinks himself as right and those who disagree with him as wrong and i just love him.

Favorite moment

It's like telling me to pick a favorite child. You're talking to someone who has a 200 issue long hal rec list, but I want to do a more neglected moment beyond the popular issues like emerald twilight and gl 0.

I would have to say Spectre #23, I love the dynamic between Sinestro and Hal there and the way it harkens back to older comics and how it can make later comics make so much sense???? Hal always reaching out to Sinestro, despite Sinestro not wanting his help. It's such a good way of showing Hal's character of reaching out to those he once trusted even once they betrayed his trust!

Another favorite of mine is action comics #615? I want to say. It's after the Hal gains his ability to feel fear back arc, but only directly. He's barely able to fly he's so unused to feeling fear, but he has to. He has to because there's someone on a ledge about to jump, and he's able to work through his fear just because he wants to help someone else, and that's who Hal Jordan is to me. Someone who deeply, deeply wants to help others, even at the expense of himself.

Idea for a story

Hmmm, I want to do one I haven't talked about here so none of my fifteen million different Parallax wips.

I haven't really thought it out much beyond oooh wouldn't it be fucked up if this the guardians did this, but we know from silver age comics that the guardians can see the future, and we know from all comics that the guardians are controlling bastards, so what if in an attempt to be even more controlling than usual, the guardians kinda um kidnapped younger gls, once whatever that happened to put them on their track had happened.

The original idea focuses mostly on Hal and John years and years afterwards, trying to rebuild the lives taken from them. They don't really remember their names from before, they're trying to find their family, trying to find out who they would be if they weren't green lanterns, if the guardians hadn't taken them, and the scene floating in my mind is Hal, Jack, and Jim reuniting. Hal's been missing since he was 10 years old, and none of them know how to react.

Also I want a fic where Hal and Jess compare their experiences with possession but I don't want to write it myself so I'm stuck there.

Unpopular opinion

oh god so I'm like blocked by like half of Hal blogs for some reason???? I honestly don't really know why, it's like half of them are my mutuals and half have me blocked :(.

okay my biggest one in the circles I'm in is that I feel like the parallax recon could be done well. Geoff was a little coward with it, but if tweaked slightly, relying on the amount of inconsistencies even within issues that Geoff wrote, let alone the amount of different writers tackling it, it could be fixed. (Like both Hal and the space bug say they don't know what stuff Hal did versus the space bug, and Hal says he murdered the green lantern corps before becoming parallax multiple times).

Also I have fun with Hal and pals. It's not the best comic (especially at the beginning with Soranik) but the last 20 or so issues are enjoyable and I've read everything 30 on multiple times.

Favorite relationship

See the favorite child comment above. Okay, so my top three romantic relationships are Hal and Carol, Hal and Sinestro, and Hal and Ollie. I discussed Halcarol in the carol post so I'll focus on the other two. Hal and Sinestro...Hal and Sinestro like actually make me fucking insane. Its the homoeroticism of killing someone while calling them your best friend, your best enemy. It's about being so similar that you hate and love someone at the same time, its about wanting them by your side, no matter the cost, but it can never truly work, they'll never truly be on the same side again. But, but, but, the tragedy of all this is that they'll always be friends, that they're the same underneath the skin (cries).

Hal and Ollie are opposites who want the same thing, in comparison to hal and sinestro who are very similar but want different things. Halollie to me is about nostalgia and rose tinted glasses and a past you can't go back to, a truck you pulled out of the river but its never the same, they're not the same. Plus they also have the whole murdering each other and resurrection thing going on and I have well demonstrated my love for a good murdering each other story.

Platonically? oh god. I love Hal and Kilowog and then i love Hal and John. Hal and Kilowog are so...like they also have the murdering thing going on. Like issue 40 of gl 2011???? Its complete insanity. The devotion the two of them have towards the green lantern corps??? also the scene in gls where Hal goes I would have done the same for Kilowog to Simon who had let jess go free??? I love the little mentions like that.

Hal and John are so interesting because Hal is an absolute shit friend and sector partner to John and John says that explicitly in story and still forgives Hal anyways, still says he loves him, still says they're best friends. Like my brain is mostly spitting out !!!!!!! for them but its a very excited !!!!!.

Favorite headcanon

Undiagnosed adhd Hal for the win! Like he suffers for it too, his relationship with his dad shows a lot of his dad doesn't understand him and doesn't want to. He can't focus, he can't stay still, he can't keep his feet on the ground and his head out of the clouds. It's just very much something I project on him based on canon evidence.

Second ask game. You didn't send me a number so I did all of them.

a fun headcanon

Okay I actually did this last because I have a lot of sad headcanons? But um, I really like the idea of Hal and John having a lot of inside jokes. They will reference random things during jl meetings and sometimes they're true sometimes they're not. The justice league sure doesn't know.

a sad headcanon

His father's jacket was destroyed in Coast City along with all of his stuff. The one he has now is one made out of his memories, which is why its different than before post emerald twilight.

Also I have a headcanon where he gets invited to do a speech at the 10 year anniversary of Coast City's destruction. He cries during it.

a headcanon that canon doesn't disprove

He's using his ring to cover up his gray streaks. They never really went away, Parallax wouldn't let him go that freely, but he covers them up because he's too scared to see everyone else's reaction.

a headcanon to spite canon, specifically

I don't do a lot of headcanons to spite canon? Like I genuinely think that canon is fun and something we should work with. The closest I got is my joke that current gl hal is the ring suppressing his emotions again because that ain't my hal.

a headcanon that's all but canon, and that's a hill I will die on

See the undiagnosed adhd headcanon above. Also the fact that he has some sort of genderfuckery going on, I saw your she/he pronouns spectre hal, I know what you are <3.

a headcanon about their family

I have so many. oh god one of the biggest I would say would be that Jack and Hal were specifically pitted against each other. We see this sometimes, with in a few flashbacks Martin saying why aren't you more like Jack, but I would like to see more of it. Hal hates Jack because he was the perfect one and then he went to college and Hal and Jim were left behind in the suffocating house.

In my head, Jim was very young when Martin died and does not remember him, and Jack was almost in college already and he left, leaving Hal to really baby Jim. He saw Jim as his responsibility, his little brother to protect, which is why he still calls him his kid brother, even when Jim has two kids of his own.

Also Jim really looks up to Hal which is basically canon. I mean he counts down the hours in between Hal leaving and returning and his security password is Hal's birthday.

a pre-canon headcanon

He and Jim used to go to baseball games together, sneaking into the coast city angels baseball field. He always thinks of Jim when making his baseball construct.

a post-canon headcanon

hmmmm. My biggest one is that due to the amount of ridiculous bullshit that he dies and comes back from, he's functionally immortal. He physically can't die. He's stuck here forever, even after all those he loves are dead. He becomes a legend, the man without fear, the man he never wanted to be. He wanders out in space, only coming back when he's needed, which these days are few and far in between. Eventually the legends morph to him never having existed, a story made up and embellished over all the years. He just wants to sleep.

a missing scene that definitely happened

Okay so something had to happen in between Spectre and gl rebirth that made hal go from going I don't deserve to be human to I have to have my life back and geoff does not show it. I usually have something happen with Helen that makes Hal have to erase both of their memories, which is why she isn't there in gl rebirth, and pushes Parallax, the entity into being.

I recognize canon has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid-ass decision, I've elected to ignore it (+ what should have happened)

The fucking Hal is younger than Roy post resurrection thing. Literal hatred in my heart, that man is in his 50s and everytime dc makes him younger he gains a year.

something [other character] believes about them that isn't true

This is basically canon but specifically Guy and Ollie most believe that he wasn't in control during Parallax. Hal himself "tries to forget" who was in control and that interests me so much.

something they believe about [other character] that isn't true

He genuinely believes that the other founding jlers, especially Superman doesn't think much of him. He projects his own insecurities onto them, while they do think he's capable, they don't think he's going to go evil again.

their happiest memory

This is basically canon, but to me the memory he's most nostalgic for is being on the road with Ollie, just the two of them. That's what he thinks of when he thinks of home, and it'll never return again.

their worst memory

People like to say its his father's death, but he barely remembers that these days. It's not even coming back from space and learning what happened to Coast. No, it's his older brother looking at him and snarling that what happened was his fault, that he murdered their mother by the crime of existing.

a secret

oh uh. Well, I do really love some variation that Parallax happened later then people think and that Hal had some hand in parallax being unleashed, so something about that.

favorite canon relationship

Answered above.

favorite fanon relationship

He doesn't really have any fanon relationships? Like besides bruce but I can't stand fanon's version of that. Ummmm, fanon makes his and barry's relationship a little less boring but that's not hard to do because a sock is more interesting than them.

Oh wait! Okay my fanon version of Hal and Arisia (not romantic). I basically jumble up all the different versions and recons and plus put in some of my own extraplations to make a good friendship there. Arisia looks up to Hal and holds him to high standards but she doesn't hero worship. She's still holding a grudge for the beating up Kilowog plot.

favorite should have been canon relationship

Seeing this as romantic so sinhal. I mean if one of them was female they would have been mainline canon years ago. Morrison is the only dc writer who gets me (made sinhal canon in an alternative universe and I'm eternally grateful for that). They're such good parallels and if they got together??? Insanity

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When in space and lonely, Hal will make a construct of those he loves and just talk to them, and then cry.

[roalinda]

For @prongsfoot-microfic

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Lily was dead and the nursery was still a mess. 

Sirius wanted to put the blame on Voldemort's attack, but that would be nothing but a pathetic excuse for James' tendency to escape the reality and grief. He knew that James felt responsible for the tragedy that had happened, mourning and absolutely mortified, cursing himself for their rendezvous on Halloween night. Guilt was a painful thing, it could be back-breaking and Sirius' heart clenched with sadness. He always hated to see James in pain. 

He took off his boots and entered the nursery with soft steps, looking around to find any sign of change. There was none, minus James who was sitting in the middle of the room, on the blue baby rug, looking lost while trying to gather Harry's shattered toys into a toy box. They were scattered around the room along with a pile of safety cushions which Lily had charmed into soft colorful stags, now only a painful reminder of her death.

"What are you doing here?" James didn't look up but Sirius could tell he was drained. 

"What does it look like?" Sirius' answer was soft. He sat beside James and ran a tender hand through his hair. It was messier than usual. He should brush it for James, later.

"It looks like you don't understand the meaning of privacy. This is where she was killed." replied James, with no real venom in his voice as he leaned into the touch. 

"That's what it looks like to you. To me it looks like you need help with it." shrugged Sirius and James hummed, melting into him. His was mentally exhausted, it was obvious. 

Sirius remained motionless for a long time, listening to James' heartbeat. It was calming, reassuring Sirius that his lover was alive and well, although mourning. 

"I know it is hard, love. I know you blame yourself, but you need to be strong." the words were cliched but they were the truth. "I will help you to carry the burden, don't worry." 

"Sirius, did I make a mistake by marrying her? She could be alive," James looked down at his chewed nails. He hadn't been successful in quitting his childhood habit. Whenever he was overwhelmed, he chewed on his nails relentlessly.

Sirius remained silent and James pursed his lips. "Lily knew that you were the only one I was in love with…but I was selfish…I hurt her…and you as well. Now look at me…a dead wife, a motherless child and shattering guilt are all I have."

Sirius took a deep breath. The rarity of the situation was a delicate matter to handle. Insecurity was not a part of James' character, so dealing with it was hard. It required Sirius' brutal honesty because unlike the most James didn't need flowery language to be assured, he needed the truth, no matter how harsh. It would help James' toxic feelings to explode out of him. 

"This is war, James. Yesterday was Lily, tomorrow might be me." said Sirius and waited for the wrathful outburst that was about to come. 

His eyes went wide as James suddenly pushed him to the ground and leaped on his chest, his breaths laboured and eyes wild behind the glasses. He grabbed Sirius by collar harshly, expression darkening with unhinged rage. "Shut up, Black. Shut up. Shut up or I will throttle you with my bare hands to shut you up." 

Sirius blinked at him in shock, lying motionlessly there, waiting for the storm to pass. James' pupils were dilated and his teeth were bared, like a caged animal whose mate was going to be taken away from him. Sirius had never witnessed such derangement in his lover, so terrifying yet beautiful. It was quite a view. 

"Shut up…shut up…shut the fuck up…" James was openly crying now, hitting Sirius softly on the chest with his fists. "do you want me to go insane?" 

"Come here, deer." was all Sirius whispered, the old endearment term somehow comforting his lover. James snuggled up on his chest, shaking with silent sobs. Sirius didn't blame him. This was the first time he had cried since Lily's funeral. 

"Promise me you won't die?"

The childish request hurt Sirius since both of them knew that it was impossible.

"I won't. Not as long as I have you here to welcome me." he whispered and James sighed in contentment although he knew this was nothing but an already broken vow. 

But for now it was enough. 

[munsonmaniac]

Coping Chapter 2

Coping Chapter 1

Warnings: ANGST but not too bad… not yet anyway :), mentions of bullying, insecurities, miscommunication?? (i think)

WC: 3K

A/N: none, just hope you enjoy :D!

Mondays, everyone’s least favorite day of the week. For Y/N, it was her favorite. Most weekends, she can’t see or speak with eddie. He's usually with the band or Hellfire and she’s under the strict surveillance of her mother. So yes, Mondays are her favorite, she gets to see her lover again. She walks into school with a pep in her step. Stopping by her locker to get all the necessary books for the day, she sees a certain metal head standing in front of it. Her smile is contagious, the one she has whenever she sees him. “M’lady.” he greets her with a smile, “good sir.” She gives him a small, and giggly, curtsy. “I don’t think I told you how beautiful you looked on Saturday.” Y/N was never good at taking compliments, spending much of her middle school years being the “ugly” friend, being the one cruel boys used to ask out as a joke. She was never used to someone complimenting her. She looks away shyly. Eddie hated that about her, how little she thought of herself, he was desperate to show her how beautiful she really was. “I’m serious, you looked really hot! You wanna be my groupie?” he jokes, he can tell she needs a comedic break before she shuts down. She smiles incredulously and slaps his arm. Somehow they've gravitated towards each other during their exchange. She looks up at him, he looks down at her, lips so close, a whisper away. “Eddie! I heard you went to a Whitney Huston concert! You're losing your edge, man!”. Dustin.They jump apart, pretending as if nothing had happened. “Henderson, if you don’t keep your voice down, I will make sure to kill off your character in the next campaign, kay?” Eddie smiles at Dustin and heads to class, but his smile is anything but friendly. Sighing, Y/N gathers her books, ruffles Dustin's hair with a smile and leaves to her class. 

The day went by slowly, as it usually does when she doesn't get to see Eddie much. She doesn't understand, he usually walks with her to their shared classes and tries to sit next to her but today he was avoiding her like the plague. She understands that they don’t want Dustin to know of their “relationship” but this has been happening too often for her taste. They’ll have a heart to heart, a tender moment of closeness and vulnerability, and he avoids her for a bit. She wonders if it's her fault, maybe if she hadn't opened up about the bullying she’d experienced in her old school, maybe if she had not asked about his mother, maybe if she had not stood so close to him, maybe. The situation puts a damper on her mood. She wonders if he will be okay to give her a ride home at the end of the day. She walks to the parking lot at the end of the day and her response comes to her in the form of Eddie's van being nowhere in sight. He does this sometimes, when things get too much he’ll skip his last few periods and go home. Thankfully she sees Robin about to get into Steve's car, running to them she yells “Hey can I catch a ride with you guys?”. Steve turns to her and gives her a smile and a nod, as she gets in he gives Robin a pointed look to which she responds with a warning glare. He ignores it, “not that I don’t love giving you a ride, don’t you usually ride with Munson?” his question startles her, though she knew it was coming. “I don't think he felt good and left early.” she shrugs, too embarrassed to admit the truth: he had left her. 

2 days. 2 whole days that Eddie has not spoken to Y/N, the disappointment she feels comes to her in waves. He no longer calls her in the evenings, which she first chalked up to him being busy completing the next campaign, but when he blatantly ignores her at school, she knows something is off. He would walk the other way if he sees her in the halls, ignores her smiles, and won't even meet her eyes when he accidentally looks at her. To say she was hurt was an understatement. But she knew, she knew that he needed to recharge after a tender moment between them, only, recharging had never lasted this long before. The boy was odd, never had a serious relationship, but then again, neither had Y/N. She would tell herself that it was the bad boy persona that he had to maintain, that he was really changed for her. She was never really sure, embarrassed to explain to Robin how she was left by the only boy she's ever cared about, she suffers alone. But everyone has their breaking point. 

  Robin knew that there was something going on with her friend, her smile was not as bright as it usually was. Afraid of the answer, she didn’t ask Y/N what was wrong, but she had a feeling. In actuality, Robin felt guilty, she is the one that encouraged Y/N to pursue her crush on the metal head. She fed into Y/N’s delusion that he was interested, now she wasn't so sure. She has not caught them together in a few days, even in a group, Eddie seems to always be missing if Y/N was there. Something was definitely going on. 

Thursday, first period: English. One of the only classes that Robin had with her best friend and coincidently, Y/N’s favorite class. At the moment though, she couldn't be bothered to listen to another Shaksperean romance, they all end up in tragedy anyway. She couldn’t help but feel like Katherine, the shrew, being constantly manipulated by the man of her desires. The more she thinks about it, the more her nose starts to tickle and her eyes begin to burn. Before a single tear falls from her tired eyes, she runs out of the classroom, half heartedly making an excuse about going to the toilet. Robin watches but before she can go after her, the bell rings, signaling the end of the class period. She quickly collects her and Y/N’s things before going to look for her. Hawkins High is small, it was easy to find her. 

The forgotten bathrooms towards the 400 hall was where she had found shelter and where Robin came to find her. She hears slight sniffles as she approaches a stall, she slowly opens it to discover her friend. She looks so small, so fragile, so delicate, it broke Robin’s heart. “I brought you your things.” Robin gently states. Y/N refuses to look up, too ashamed. “Look, I know Eddie is a jerk. I don’t know what's going on with him, but you can’t let him do this to you.”, her gentle gaze makes Y/N shrink into herself more. Had everyone noticed already? After a beat, the broken girl collected herself enough to croak out,”I just don't understand what I did wrong.” Robin didn’t know what to say, she wasn’t 100% caught up with the situation. Y/N catches her hesitation and sighs, “we have these tender moments and he leaves. At first I thought he was scared of being vulnerable but this time he wouldn’t even look at me. I just wish he would talk to me, I hate feeling confused more than anything.” she sobs out. Now Robin really doesn't know what to say, so she hugs her friend. She tries to put her together with a tight embrace. She stops crying, it's pathetic. Robin pulls away from her friend enough to look at her face. “Maybe he doesn’t know how to be vulnerable, and he is scared of what a relationship with you might mean?” She doesn’t know why she defended him, maybe it was the guilt. She's not sure, but before she can process what she is saying, she is uttering the worst piece of advice she thinks she's ever given: “just give him more time.” Y/n looks at her with wide eyes, even she knows, deep down, that that's not right. Yet, she can’t help it, she’s spent so much time on him to give up after a small fight. She decides to take Robin’s advice. 

The school day came and went. Y/N still trying to collect herself after her small mishap. With her head in the clouds, she failed to notice the fluffy haired boy that was entranced by her. He tried to meet her gaze but her eyes seemed to be stuck to the floor. The girl had stopped trying to talk to him after monday after school, it was like she didn’t even try, but he still felt for her. He knew he had to do something. He waits for her, outside his van, to take her home as he usually does. As he has not been doing for 2 days. He looks through the sea of teenagers, thanking his height for helping him look over heads, for her. When he finally sees her, he smiles, but that quickly disappears when he sees that she is walking with Robin towards Harrington’s car. Without thinking, he starts walking towards them. “Hey aren’t I taking you home?!” he projects his voice as he nears the duo. Y/N looks at him confused, looking to Robin for clarification. Robin can only offer a shrug and a smile, as if saying “I told you so.”. She gently pushes Y/N to Eddie and whispers a “go”. Still confused but not ready to give up on the boy, Y/N steps closer to him and mutters a “lets go.” Eddie can't contain his grin, he looks up to give her a silent thank you but he is pinned to the ground by her hard glare. It seems that she knows something that he didn't. He quickly turns and follows Y/N to his van. He opens the door for her, making sure to catch an eyeful of her backside, and gets into the driver’s side. 

It is dead silent as he pulls out of school. He doesn’t like it, she won't even look at him, opting for looking out the window. Usually she is a chatter box that doesn't know when to shut up, he doesn’t know what's going on. Or at least he pretends to be confused, it's easier to ignore an issue than to face it. He attempts to break the silence, “Are you hungry? We can head to the diner for some shakes!”. She almost snaps her neck to look at him, absolutely perplexed. This is one line that they have never crossed, being alone in public. The sheer thought of being seen together frightened Eddie, he was never sure why. His go to reasoning was to not be seen by Dustin, but now he seems to care less and less about that. Her skeptical gaze makes him want to explain himself, to save himself from embarrassment. “It feels like we haven't talked in a while and I just want to catch up with my favorite girl.” this makes her break, she smiles at him. Bingo! He’s got her back. “Maybe another day, I've had a long day and I just want to go home and sleep.”... or maybe not. “No, yeah, of course, sorry, how about we go out tomorrow? It’ll be like a date!”. Now he must know what he’s doing, saying the words that she had been dying to hear since she met him. She keeps Robin’s advice in mind, “maybe he needs time.”, maybe that was all the time he needed. Maybe they would be okay and live their happily ever after. Then, why did she feel like there was something wrong? Despite her better judgment she says, “yeah, that would be nice.” with a small smile and a twinkle in her eyes. Just in time, Eddie pulls into her driveway. She smiles at him, gathers her backpack, says a small “thank you”, gives him a small peck on the cheek and gets out to go into her home. His tires screech, quickly backing out of her driveway and driving off, not waiting to see if she got into her home safely.     

“Did I just see Munson approach you and Y/N?” Steve's tone is accusatory. “Well if you saw it, I don’t know why you would ask me, genius.” Robin was really not in the mood. After comforting Y/N, and feeling awful for her dubious advice, she saw Vicky with the same jock as before. Only this time, Vicky caught her staring and gave her a sympathetic look. It made her feel less angry, at Vicky, at the situation, at herself, and that could be very dangerous for her fragile heart. “Do you not remember how miserable she’s been? She may not say it but I know it's because of him!” Robin's ears start to grow hot. She knows. God does she know, but her guilt and pride won’t let her admit that Eddie is no good for her friend. ‘It's his first “relationship” too, he's just nervous.’, she has to keep repeating that to herself before she goes insane with guilt and shame. “They are going to work out whatever problems they have and you are going to let them do that. ALONE.” she sighs, wanting this conversation to be over but also unbelievably intrigued. Did Steve actually like Y/N? She had accused him of having feelings for the girl, it was the only thing that made sense, but she didn’t know for sure. “Why do you care so much anyway?... Do you actually like her?”. He releases a big breath through his nose, “No, not like that. I care for her as a friend, as a best friend even. I just…, I was like Eddie, you know?” he pauses and Robin raises a brow. “I treated people like shit and took people for granted, like Nancy. And look where that got me, look at what I did to Nancy.” Robin can’t help but feel bad for him. “but at least Nancy had Byers to fall back on!” He gives an airy laugh that seems a little too cruel to be genuine. “Y/N doesn’t really have anyone like that, if he fucks her over, I’m afraid she’ll never recover and she’ll end up like me. Haunted by a relationship that didn’t work out, one where one person is clearly doing okay and the other one… isnt.” Steve’s brown eyes stay put on the road, not having admitted any of this to anyone before, he feels exposed. 

Robin has been left speechless more times in the past week than she has in her entire life. She feels for Steve, the break up with Nancy was awful, it left him searching for her in empty bodies. Steve can claim he is a womanizer but those who really knew him, knew that he was a lover. The 3 of them were. Robin, in a forbidden love with a girl too afraid to express who she really was. Steve, in love with someone who had clearly moved on, unable to move on himself. Y/N completely infatuated with someone who may not reciprocate the same affections she did. All 3, doomed in all prospects of love. 

After their heart to heart, the both quickly clock into Family Video. Not wanting to experience Keith's wrath, or bad breath. A slow day for the store, they entertain themselves by tossing snacks into each other's mouth, when the phone startles them both. Dying for an out of the slow day, they both dive for the phone. Robin easily winning with a faul move, “accidently” kneeing Steve below the belt. “Family Video, this is Robin. How can-” her customer service voice being interrupted by a squeal. Steve looks over at her with a raised eyebrow. “Rob! Guess who asked me out on a date!?” Robin frowns and mouths “Y/N” to Steve. He flings himself to the phone, eager to know the gossip. Robin rolls her eyes but asks “what was that?” into the receiver, Steve gives her a thumbs up as a thank you and presses his ear to the other side of the phone. “Eddie asked me on a date for tomorrow!” Robin and Steve both become pale. “A-and what’d you say?” stutters Robin, afraid that she already knew the answer. “Well…, I decided to follow your advice and I said yes!” Steve turns to glare at the short haired girl. “Advice?!” he mouths at her. “I- I’m very happy for you… Is this really what you want, though? Don’t just do things because I told you so!” she tries to dissuade her friend, “No, I want to go out with him! I think he just needed time, like you said; he hasn't dated anyone before and he needs to get used to all of these things.”, clearly it did not work. “Okay well, good luck on your date, call me if you need anything and be safe.” Robin needs to end this conversation before she throws up from guilt, so she hangs up the phone before Y/N can say anything else. 

“What kind of bullshit advice did you give her?” Steve is beyond furious. He understands that Robin just wants to see their friend in a happy relationship but they both knew that Eddie couldn’t offer that. Not after the bullshit he puts her through. Robin is getting tired of his accusations, Y/N is a big girl, she had the opportunity to reject her advice if she didn’t agree, but she knew that she couldn’t tell Y/N’s protector that. “She just needed someone to cheer her up! How could I break her heart even more after Eddie dropped her?!” Robins, justification only angers Steve more. “Well now he has the opportunity to break her heart again.”.  

Taglist: @melaninjhs

[jayykayy97]

Anyways. Now it's bitchin' hour.

Have you ever had your significant other have issue with one of your friends to the point where you just decide it's easier to cut ties with said friend than to put yourself through the mental turmoil of catering to both sides?

I want to start this by prefacing: my S/O does not DEMAND that I end these friendships, nor do they put pressure on me to do so. I end these friendships on my own accord by "ghosting" aforementioned friend until they just leave my life.

However, I can't help but feel some type of... Almost resentment, for lack of better terms, over my S/O's attitudes towards these friendships. One of the most formative examples happened near the beginning of our relationship, back when we were still feeling out the "forever" aspect of adult relationships. I had a friend that I absolutely adored interacting with. We had similar niche interests (ones that myself and my S/O don't share), we talked about our adoration for cats, and he shared some of his vulnerabilities with me over the course of our short lived friendship. He's a really neat dude overall. Unfortunately, my S/O decided that I talked to him too much (in their mind more often than I talked to them), and that was a problem. It seemed like no matter how little I dwindled our conversation to and how much I made up for it by talking to my partner, it was never enough. On top of that, I could tell that it made my partner very insecure that this person was perceived as a "man" and they (currently; by most of the general public) are not. So I stopped talking to my friend and let our relationship die. I'm pretty sure he hates me now because he didn't get an actual explanation for the ghosting.

Flash forward a few years and it happens again, but this time with someone who means much more to me. One of my childhood best friends borrowed some money from me (us, because we have shared finances) and it has been rarely touched on since it happened. This is because my friend was only borrowing money because she was homeless and going through a rough time, and I felt wrong to ask her for the money back when I was doing really well for myself. My S/O deemed that unacceptable, and every time I talked to my friend they would ask me if I had asked for the money back yet. While I had in passing, I hadn't done it outright, and that frustrated my S/O. It got so aggravating for me to listen to that I stopped talking to my friend for 6 months. I recently reconnected with her because I missed her, and the money questions started up again.

I have no secrets from my partner. None. They know my life left, right, sideways, and upside down. So I don't understand why they feel the need to do this. I miss the first friend so badly some days, and I wish I could explain what happened without seeming like an actual lunatic. I know people aren't obligated to take my explanations and apologies, but I just want them to know that it had nothing to do with them and that I wanted to continue our friendship, but that my own need for personal peace and less conflict outweighed the "value" of their friendship (which sounds horrible and shitty, and it probably is, but there's no better way I can describe it).

I dunno guys. I guess I'm just in my feelings tonight.

[whysojiminimnida]

Hi-ee! So, first off, love your blog, love your hashtags and Kevin from Itaewon stories. 😄 Second, I am a Jikooker (Minkooker?) through and through. I don’t believe there is a possibility for any other couple in the group aside from them. And people are probably gonna hate me for being ‘insecure’ after that Vminkook live, butttt, here goes.

If they really were boyfriends (who live together, which I’ve mostly believed (til now??)), isn’t it weird for JM to make note of the fact that JK has been showing up to his room constantly including late at night and also that he just laid on the bed for two hours doing nothing? Like, if that was your boyfriend, especially a live-in bf, that seems like an odd thing to remark on, no? I feel like that would be their usual and assumed behaviour and if JK was sneaking in at 2am for sexy times, why would JM put it out there? Unless he was just teasing JK or trying to shut up antis by saying ‘listen, this guy you think hates me is obsessed with me (because we married but I can’t tell you that part), so leave us alone.’ ??

Whatever their relationship is, it’s obviously beyond close, but this made me question whether it is a full on committed relationship. What do you think?

I will add to this that I also think that JK probably sent JM to Tae’s room first because he did not want to go do that vlive with just Tae. Not any shade to Tae, just him not wanting to feed into that bullshit in any way.

Hi anon!

Listen, I’m not taking up residence in their boxers or anything but I waited until I could watch all three parts of the Live with translations so I could formulate a fair opinion about this.

One thing I'd like to point out: at work they are keeping things chill for the sake of the semi-public to avoid info leaks. Having separate rooms on tour is cheap enough to be a no brainer for the company. But really? We know they’ve been slipping each other room keys for years. I'm sure they do have a special knock but it's in case one of them leaves his key in there.

I mean Jimin already grabbed JeiKei to let him into his own room during Hobi’s birthday Live how long ago? This is not new operating procedure. Rent two rooms, kinda sorta stay in them. It does help keep things semi-professional. Which is not a bad thing when you work with your partner.

On a Human Resources note it also gives them private space in case of a need for that - not just if they had a fight, but what if one of them gets sick or injured? What if one is jet-lagged and the other isn't? They're being treated the same as any other member by having their own rooms. How often they stay in them is their business.

The rest of those Lives was one long improv skit I swear. It’s not that they think we’re stupid - it’s that they know that there are walls on that golden closet they live in. Tae showed zero surprise that "we" hadn't showered and "we" work out together every day and "we" shared a chicken and "we' fall asleep every night laughing [together]. Nobody blinked because it's normal. Just another Monday at the Jeon-Park household. Taehyung didn't bat an eye at patting Jimin's leg - not his own leg, mind you, but Jimin's - for Jungkookie to have a seat. That JK didn't was more out of his constant vigilance for Jimin's face in full view of the camera than anything else. I mean did you see him readjust that thing so Jiminie looked centered? He does it every dang time.

I actually think that the maknae line had decided they'd do a Live together. These things do get discussed. Now, JeiKei may not have immediately been down for it but once Jimin was in, he was in. I agree that he was not going to be doing a Taekook Live without Jiminie. That was not gonna happen. His face when he read some of the Taekook comments was NOT happy. None of them were happy. They were just too professional to say anything onscreen.

But at the end of the Lives we should all know that Jungkook and Jimin are indeed a couple. They spend all their time together. They finish each other's thoughts. They have inside jokes we don't get. They touch each other intimately but casually because they do it all the time. And they both wanted us to know that.

[freddieslater]

Are there any tike fanfic? For the fanfic ship Drabble challenge Tike number 24

Tina's too quiet. She's never quiet. Maybe in glee club, when she'd be in the back of the room and wouldn't have a chance to get a single word out half the time because Rachel or Kurt had already taken over the entire rehearsal. But even then she'd be whispering to whoever's next to her (usually Artie), and outside of glee club, she's even more vocal. Mostly about things she doesn't like.

She knows she's being too quiet, and she knows that Mike is picking up on it, too. It's probably been at least twenty minutes since either of them said anything. Neither of them wants to.

"Whatever it is... you can say it. I'll understand," Mike says, all soft and tender as his lips brush her forward with each word and he traces circles into her elbow with his fingers. He's always been braver than her. Always calm and composed in the face of everything bad - even a face full of Slushee.

Tina shakes her head. "I don't want to."

"Okay," Mike says. He uses his other hand to gently brush some of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. She wishes he would've left it so she could hide beneath it. "Do you want me to tell you what I think is bothering you?"

That would certainly make it less stressful. Trying to find the right words without coming off as too needy, too clingy, too emotional - god, she wishes she didn't get so emotional sometimes. Why does she have to cry so much? It's just that when she starts thinking too hard about something bad, her eyes just start welling up, then her chest gets too tight, and she can't stop it at that point.

Shaking her head again, she quietly says, "No. I don't wanna talk about it right now. It'll ruin it."

Mike stiffens for a moment. He keeps tracing her elbow, though.

"Is it something really serious?" he asks, with a hint of doubt in his voice, having thought he knew what it was. She hears him swallow, then gingerly begin to say, "Are you...?"

It takes her a second to fill in the blank, but when she gets there, she shakes her head far more frantically. Her stomach twists and turns with a sick feeling at just the thought.

"God, no," she blurts. "No, nothing like that."

Mike relaxes, muscles untensing underneath her. He presses a kiss to her forehead and murmurs, "Okay."

She's going to have to tell him. It's getting dark outside and Mike's parents aren't going to let her stay much longer, unless he hides her in his closet again. They didn't really like doing that, though, it felt weird. And tomorrow will be too late.

"I don't wanna lose you," she says in her quietest voice, but now that she's started, she can't stop talking. "You're graduating tomorrow. You're going to leave, and everyone knows that long-distance relationships never last long, especially when one of them is in college and the other is in high school. You're going to break up with me, or you're going to meet someone new, or you're just going to stop loving me because you're not seeing me every day, and I can't bear the thought of that happening."

Mike props himself up a bit on his elbow to look down at her properly, but she can't meet his eyes. Her own are already watering now that she's said aloud. It all feels real now. It hadn't before, when they were just insecurities in her head, but now it's all going to happen.

"Hey," Mike says softly, urgently, wiping away a tear that falls down her cheek. "Hey, Tina. No, that's not going to happen."

"You can't guarantee that," Tina cries, and she hates herself for it. She rolls away from him, burying her face in his covers instead as her chest starts to get all tight.

Mike rests his hand on one of her shaking shoulders instead. She feels him curl up behind her, his back pressed to her chest.

"You're right." His breath is warm on her shoulder, his lips brushing her skin once again. "I can't guarantee that something isn't going to happen. I can't see the future."

None of this is making her feel better. But then, what was she expecting? For him to just tell her what she wants to hear, lie to her and say that everything is going to be okay when they both know it won't be? This is why she wanted to keep it to herself.

"But I can make you a promise," Mike continues. "I promise that I will always love you. No matter what. You are always going to have a giant piece of my heart, Tina. Even if we do break up, even if we're both seeing other people. You're my best friend. I don't wanna lose that, either."

Tina tries to make sense of that. She thinks it all sounds hopeful, and good, and nice. Maybe not exactly what that stupid little part of her brain wanted, but he did say he doesn't want to lose her.

She tries to imagine what it would be like if they did break up after he graduates, but they keep in touch as friends. It... would hurt. But maybe not as much as never talking to him again or having him dodge her texts and calls because it's just too hard to even think about each other.

Taking a deep breath (or five), and after a lot of sniffling, she manages to nod slowly. "Okay." She swallows thickly, ridding herself of the lump that had lodged in her throat. "I... I promise, too. Best friends, no matter what."

"You are never going to lose me," Mike repeats, punctuated with another gentle kiss to her shoulder as he finds her hand and intertwines their fingers.

[stormblessed95]

I don't know if your insecure jikooker anon is really an insecure one or a tkkr messing with you, but my friend and I became bts fans late last year, and jkkrs maybe after a month or so. and it's the first time we've known about ships. we binge-watched a lot of content, at the same time watched their real-time ones.there were times where jkk seemed off. at first, no one talked about it and my friend and I would wonder why and every now and then would check on social media if fans did already. we would think why would fans be so blind. then later on a few videos came out about it and some mentioned about their distance. we were like, yes finally at least people are realistic. then a few months later they'd release videos that would show jikook were okay. I even saw pap vids of them going home together when I was so sure they've broken up. then now memo2020 came out. I think all the times I thought they were distant, memo20 answered them.they really weren't. so anon even if you're sure they're not okay now, just wait for later contents. you might be surprised you were wrong. I'm sure they are not okay all the time, it's natural for people to disagree or have bad times. I don't even know if they've shown that side to us, but it's okay to have doubts.just don't push it and harass people about it on social media.haha. and if you find yourself getting affected too much, take a step back. focus on their songs, find another hobby, call your friends, make a ptd dance video. this should not ruin your life. haha.we're meant to just enjoy things. no one can promise they'd live happily ever after, we can't control that. it's their life. we're here ultimately for their music. their personal life is actually none of our business. let's just be happy and content they show us a part of it. be kind to one another (except tkkrs. i hate them! haha). be kind especially to our bloggers here on tumbler who gave a space for us to fangirl over bts and our dear jikook, and also a space to vent every now and then.haha

This was a very sweet message, anon. So very kind. 💜 I'll share it because you sound like an absolute sweetheart. Enjoy some sweet KM piggyback photos while you are here!

I'll also just say to you and your friend, don't let it worry you too much. It's all about how content gets released and when. You won't get major flirty jikook during official moments that get released first. You'll get some little moments here and there or sometimes even nothing. But then as the months go on, the back log starts rolling out and we see more and more and more. And every single time, they were fine and acting very loving to each other.

The amount of insecurities and backlash that was going on about jikook and how they OBVIOUSLY have broken up during Black Swan era was insane. Just take a look at memories to see exactly how far off base all those worries were. Everyone insisted they broke up or we were all crazy, there was no love there. Things were off, rhey were mad at each other, etc. Just for Jikook to be backstage giggling and flirting, in content we hadn't seen. For Festa this year we got a dance practice video that had been filmed literally a year earlier. For Festa last year we got a video of them being silly and dancing to Airplane pt. 2 that was filmed in 2018. Content is not released in order basically ever.

And again, that's not to say they never fight. We know of at least 2 big fights they have had. Their rainy day fight and Manila fight (you can find my posts over those on my masterlist). And I am 100% positive they have had more that we don't even know about. And I know for sure they have probably had petty fights such as not doing the dishes right away and letting it pile up and one person getting pissy about it. Or stupid little things like that. It happens, it's normal, its expected, whether it's a romantic relationship or platonic one, fights are normal and expected.

Like I keep saying, it's hard to know what we are looking at until we can connect all the puzzle pieces. This is Black Swan all over again. Which there was also a flood of insecurities during the Dynamite era. During literally Every. Single. Era. It's not new, it won't change. It's just how it is. The insecurities get proven wrong again and again and again, but they just keep pushing them back. Nothing will ever make the insecurities/antis go away. It's just the way the cookie crumbles unfortunately.

Thank you for your be kind message. It's important, I agree and appreciate it. Again, you seem like a sweetheart. Welcome to the fandom (even if it's it's a few months, you are still sorta new lol) hope you are loving it here mostly! Thanks for the message! Don't get so worried. Remember that this is not the jikook show, but the bts one. Jikook are professionals and they are working. Not everything is going to be a flirt fest all the time. Sometimes they will be serious and focused or interacting and engaging with other members. That doesn't Mean something is wrong with them. 💜

[strawbabysimp]

Adult Trio as Yanderes HCs

Chrollo

He's so lonely traveling around for jobs, it's an unstable life and he doesn't have any real motivation for doing what he does. But you? You were so interesting. He made obtaining you a sort of game, except this was a far more exhilarating game than he'd ever played before. It was a new sort of mission that required a different way of going about things and that sparked something in him. Something he had been missing and craving this entire time unknowingly.

You quickly became friends with the new charming man in town, he asked you out a few times and it was all going well. He brought you flowers and candies, showering you in expensive gifts that you didn't have to even do anything special to receive. You said he didn't have to do these things but he made it clear he was glad to do it.

It's a very gradual progression as he gets more and more possessive. He'll want you to wear everything he's given you, especially when you go out in public. The way he turns your head to meet his gaze even when you two aren't talking, as if your attention had to be directed at him for fear that your outside surroundings would somehow taint you.

When you bring up cutting your hair differently or trying a new look he's quick to panic, telling you in a breathy voice that that was a horrible idea and you were perfect just as you are. He wants to keep you the same as you've always been since he first met you, only allowing you to change to his wishes, never your own.

"You belong to me just as you are. Nothing will change that. I won't allow it to." His gaze is gentle but his words held an unspoken threat that both of you were very aware of. You were his rock. The only constant in his life and after gaining such a thing he would destroy anything that could possibly take that away.

You come along with him for all his jobs, no point fighting someone when there was no chance of getting away. You had to admit the life was somewhat entrancing; traveling around with a man quick to give you anything you so desired, only having eyes for you, a precious gift. He's never cruel, always so tentative, the darkness only fills his aura when directed at others for you could never do wrong in his eyes. The world was what was corrupt and ever-changing. He was a clear example of that.

Hisoka

Hisoka is the king of manipulation and while some part of you respected his skill, when it's directed at you it's an entirely different story. When it happens it just seems like jokes, small things he says that plant these cruel ideas in your mind, and they just keep building up. When you bring up his comments he laughs you off, saying if you are overthinking things perhaps there is a good reason for it. That was the start of it all.

Your idea of your friends was tainted, the way they smiled at you became a reminder of the horrible things Hisoka said a smile could hide. Your own family made you doubt your worth, thinking you'd never reach their standards. When you walked with Hisoka those harsh thoughts remained in your head but the presence of the magician made you happy, the way he had said you were perfect for him and that he didn't have expectations for you. He simply wanted you and everything you were willing to give. Only he didn't tell you he would have you give everything you had to offer and make it seem as if it was all your own choice.

You went on about your insecurities, voicing the fact that the world could be such a confusing and unfair place. It made him angry. The card would slip from his fingertips, blood rushing to the surface of your skin as the sharpened edge brought about a twinge of pain. Your eyes widen but a guilt fills your stomach. Hisoka had said you were perfect so why did he hurt you? He remains quiet as he walks towards you but his calm demeanor does nothing to calm your nerves. He explains in the sweetest voice a blood-thirsty man could provide - which was the equivalent of honey in vocal form for this gifted performer - that he was not mad at you but your words. To stop putting yourself down and instead direct your hate at the world. Your mind quickly twists things, Hisoka seeming to have had a sweet reaction. He wasn't mad at you. He loved you. He just wanted you to be happy and the fact you weren't stirred something in him. He cared and the world didn't.

He shows you off to the crowds like you're some divine thing. Something to be proud of. You're happy and he gives you a tender smile whenever he finds you in the stands of the arena. He'll dedicate the following bloodshed to you and call out in your direction his words of dedication. It was violent yet loving, a perfect description of the man who you cared for.

The death didn't stop at the stage, however. You'd find him coming home with clothes stained red from a person he never tells you the name of, going on about how he loves you so much sometimes he just can't help but express it. How he makes the last words those people mutter be your name as blood spills from their lips. You grimace. This isn't what you wanted. But what can you do? He loves you.

He lets you go out on your own, knowing you'll always come back. If you don't? That's not even a possibility at this point. Everything you are is his. You placed the very value of your existence in this beautiful man and he eats it up greedily. Without you, he'd starve. You didn't want to be cruel after he helped you accept the world as it is and yourself. The killing never stops but you do learn to accept it. Eventually, a smile finds its way onto your face as he drags a bloody finger across your cheek, leaving a red streak he kisses gently before dragging you to the shower to wash up with him. If the world is already cruel then isn't he just a byproduct? An adapter? Simply someone who has learned to love in a place where even love can't remain untarnished?

Illumi

You're getting kidnapped right off the bat. This man takes you the second he finds any sort of special interest in you as a person. He has this urge to protect you, the same as his own blood, that's not something he can just ignore. He won't be like his father. He won't allow you to rebel against his wishes or run off with another. He'll keep you to himself until you yearn for nothing more. Your cries fall on deaf ears as he looks on at you emotionlessly. This is for the best.

You'll be walking one day, there won't be many people around or none at all, and then he'll just appear. You hadn't met him before, he had wanted to study you to see if the two of you were compatible before he actually moved forward with his plans. One moment he's standing before you and the next you're out cold, a needle placed perfectly in your neck causing you to fall limp in his hold. He cradles you gently against him as he quickly makes his way to a secure home for the two of you. He wouldn't allow his family to have a taste of you. He didn't need their help. They always failed it seemed and he wouldn't have you suffer the same fate.

You wake up in a home straight out of your wildest dreams. You think you're still asleep as you first take in your surroundings. It's simply perfect. Your dream room. Your feet find the floor and as you put yourself upright a voice calls out to you asking if this setup pleases you or if you'd like something different. You're stunned and the ground beneath your feet suddenly feels all too real. The long-haired man comes to face you, his speed inhuman as he soon stands before you. You're scared and you're confused but the night before comes back to you and the explanation is clear. This man had taken you and it doesn't seem as if it had been the first time he laid eyes on you.

As time goes by he stays at your side, quietly observing you as you go about your day in the confines of the home. You'll walk to one room only to turn around and find him relaxed in a different spot only a few feet away. You were never out of his sight. You began to become curious about his intentions, why he was acting so nice - albeit a bit creepy - after taking you away like this. "My parents attempted to make the perfect family through what most would deem as cruelty. It didn't work out in their favor. I thought I had turned out quite nicely but they did not think the same. The closest thing to perfection for them is my brother but even he is not right yet. They treated him far... kinder than me you could say. Perhaps if I treat you even better you will be good for me."

With no way to escape, having witnessed this man's own abilities the first day of your "stay," you adapted to the situation. Becoming docile yet not overly submissive. You were still you and it seemed he was content with your occasional minor defiance and own personal wants or needs. It seemed he only wanted your presence and something about that was far easier to accept. He doesn't force you to do anything but rather encourages your interests and even becomes curious about them himself. While he wasn't much one to talk in the beginning he became more comfortable in your presence. You both had to adjust to the other despite him being the one in control of the situation.

Being with him is a reassuring thing, the little gleam in his eyes as you show him something new or express your gratitude over something he does/brings you has your heart beating loudly in your chest. You had begun to care for him. You missed the world and the new adventures and life you used to live but there was no fighting to be done. You knew what the result would be. In the back of your mind you knew this was wrong and an inhumane thing to do to another person but he seemed so tender with you. You watched him grow into himself and what's wrong with making the best out of a bad situation?

[esther-dot]

When did you come to ship Jonsa ?

This began, as so many mistakes things do, with my sister. 

We binged the first season of Game of Thrones together and had so much fun we agreed that we would only watch each new season together. What's the problem with that? We live really far away from each other! We only see each other once or twice a year, so she extracted solemn vows from me that I would avoid all reviews/spoilers until we could binge each season together. I'm just beginning there because you have to know just how far out of the loop I was with theories and ideas. I had no clue. None. Eventually, we just couldn't fit watching the show into our get togethers, so I binged s6-7 on my own.

I didn't begin shipping Jonsa while binging s6, but as a fan of both characters, I loved what they gave each other. Theirs became the most meaningful relationship on the show to me, so later when I saw that Sansa fans hate on Jon for not listening to Sansa and Jon fans hate on Sansa for not telling him about the KotV, I was really surprised. I loved their dynamic. I ate up how their insecurities fed into their interactions, how they struggled to find their footing with each other because they cared--not because they didn't. 

As a Sansa fan, I can't communicate how much it meant to me to see Sansa feel safe enough to argue, insist she knew what she was talking about, and then, take matters into her own hands. As a Jon fan, when Sansa gave him a cloak like Ned's, told him that he should take the Lord's chambers, that he was a Stark to her...I was deeply moved by it. I thought their relationship was vivid, that they impacted each other the way no one else had. In spite of their mutual aggravation, they were good for each other. 

But then I turned on S7. Remember, I had no clue what was about to happen. And what I saw made no sense whatsoever. When Jon bent the knee I was shocked. I hadn't been given a love story (from Jon's side), but they'd also (seemingly?) removed the imperative. I wanted to know wtf was happening and what the ending would be, so I sped read the books. But reading the books gave me more questions than answers. Suddenly, the show made less sense? Dany is more sympathetic but also...worse in the books? Jon is so much smarter and more dedicated to the Starks? Sansa is just so freakin good? I started listening to GRRM interviews. The show made even less sense. He criticized the idea of all the good guys uniting to save the world and in GoT J/D were allegedly in love and going to save the world together? He's relatively anti war and Dany was being presented as a heroine on GoT? Anyway, I randomly saw the term "Jonsa" in a comment on a GoT clip on YouTube and I googled it. Yes, I googled it. That's how far removed from the fandom I was--I didn't know what that meant! Also, I’ve never been involved in any fandom before, so I didn’t recognize the portmanteau approach to ship names. But, as soon as I read about it, I became obsessed. 

I love "neat" writing, having everything fit together, everything mean something, so when I stumbled across Jonsa, it made too much sense to me to ignore it. You see, I wanted to know the political solution to this mess, and I bought into the Jon/Sansa marriage to hold Westeros together. Mainly because, I thought Sansa had to be queen, but she's so young in the books, I didn’t think she would rule in her own right. I mean, I wrote a fic before s8 in which Sansa becomes QitN because yes, as a Sansa fan that's what I wanted, but I didn't actually think that's what the show was going for. And no, we will not talk about the fact that my takeaway from reading ASOIAF was that Sansa was too young to rule and would therefore get married. (Me @ me: you are a big barrel of y i k e s). 

Anyway, that Jon/Sansa dynamic which was so compelling to me suddenly made sense --more sense-- as set up for what would follow: an explicitly romantic connection. And, because there are consequences in GoT/ASOIAF for mistakes, I bought into pol!jon (dark!dany is much more blatant in the books imo) because in order to win the Starks had to have learned their lessons. But also, stories "reward" their audience, and especially considering everything they'd been through, and would go through in s8/the last two books, I found it unbelievable that it would be a rewarding experience if we didn't get Jonsa. We needed emotional fulfillment for the characters as payoff for everything they'd suffered. And while romance is derided as a genre, it's included in most entertainment because it answers the dearest wish of our hearts: to be loved. We want that, we want that for our favs, so it's the most effective way to reward an audience. And, not only that, Jon and Sansa specifically long for it. If you create that desire and deny it, it's a bitter thing. 

We ended with that bitter. 

In spite of the fact that Martin and D&D compared their endings to LOTR which features several marriages and hopeful endings, Jon and Arya don’t return home, Bran and Sansa are left to rebuild broken kingdoms, and there was no catharsis to be found. And weirdly, the ending we got makes more sense with my preferred theories? Even with the same ending, there’s beauty in the fact that Sansa's desire to be loved is answered by Jon's choice between love and duty? I got the impression D&D wanted the ending to be the sundering of their bond, but Jon and Sansa's actions in the finale were testaments to just how much they loved each other? To me, s8, even more so than s6, was bound to the idea that Jon and Sansa love each other. And I have to say, the writing of it, the way it infused their characters…well, “squabbling siblings” just doesn’t quite cover it. Jon and Sansa came alive when it came to each other. They were passionate with each other. Whether it was arguing or going to war for the other, they cared more, most, about each other.

There are Jonsas who have shipped them since their reunion, Jonsas who have shipped them from before that (there are Jonsa fics on AO3 from 2011!), so I was late to the game, but I love them, and even without it becoming canon (it’s real to me, but ya know), and canon becoming crap, I still ship it. Sansa affirmed Jon the way no one else did, and Jon gave Sansa safety (and power) she'd never had before. They fought for (and with!) each other until the end because they cared. As a result, I’m no less obsessed with them now than I was when I first did my double take. “Jonsa? What the hell is Jonsa? Oh. Oh.”

[nothing-but-dreamy]

DREAMING

Pairing: FFXV NYX ULRIC x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 2.219

Warnings: angst - fluff;

A/N: Yeah... Nyx... again... I know... this man gives me all the feelings...

Synopsis: YN has a crush on someone and romanticizes about the unknown man. But not everyone is fond of hearing about the infatuation.

"YN? Hey, YN!"

"Y-yeah? What is it?", you asked, feeling confused as if you got woken suddenly from a deep dream.

"Are you daydreaming again? The guy again?", Crowe asked teasingly, nudging your shoulder with her own.

"Wh-what? N-no?", you stammered, looking around if someone had heard her.

"Was that a question?", Crowe asked amused and watched how your cheeks were reddening.

"Oh, come on. Stop this! I... I can't change it, okay? I mean, he's so.. ugh... He's so damn sexy and beautiful. Alone his eyes...", you breathed with a dreaming expression, resting your head in your hands as you thought about the man that occupied your mind for a few weeks.

Crowe chuckled and shook her head about your fling, not really getting your points because she never saw him in such a way, "You should really talk to him.", she suggested for the thousandths time.

You stared at her with big eyes like always, "Are you crazy? I can't! I- I could never...", you whispered in shock. You were too scared about the reaction of the outcome if you would confess your feelings to your crush.

"You have nothing to fear. Trust me. I have known him for so long. I'm sure he will-"

"Psht!", you hushed her as Nyx, Libertus and Pelna entered the Glaive's common room. You smiled at the boys, you even waved to greet them and Libertus and Pelna waved back - just Nyx seemed to hadn't noticed you at all. For some time, he seemed to be occupied with his own thoughts, sometimes even with a grumpy mood.

The boys were barely out of sight as you sighed dreamingly again with a fondly smile on your lips.

Crowe shook her head about you with a smile, "You're unbelievable."

***

No matter how much Nyx tried to ignore you and your infatuation about this mysterious other guy, about his almost 'divine appearance' as you had called it once, it wasn't that easy for him. Every time when you noticed him around, you stopped with your speech but not fast enough and so, Nyx heard more than he wanted about the way you thought about a man who wasn't him.

In fact, Nyx wanted to be this guy. He had no idea who this man was who was lucky enough to gain your attention in such a strong way but it was obvious that you didn't mean Nyx because nothing you ever said was suitable for him. He wasn't divine or perfect, rather quite the opposite.

So, as Niflheim started one of their random attacks on Insomnia, Nyx was kinda thankful for some distraction. To fight on the battlefield would give him time to sort his thoughts so he could focus back on the more important things.

The last thing Nyx had expected was that some things went more wrong than usual. Maybe he even became a bit too cocky for his own good as he tried to fight against several huge demons at the same time to burn off some steam. Yes, it had been reckless. Yes, Nyx knew it. And no, Nyx didn't regret it because it suited his mood just perfectly.

And for the first time since a very long time, Nyx got injured in a way that knocked him out from fighting and training for quite some time, which wasn't helpful for his mind and mood either. He was just glad that he didn't have to listen to your childish daydreaming anymore.

The injuries also allowed him to act in a bad mood, to be grumpy and to have an excuse why he didn't want to see anyone.

Therefore, as it knocked several times at his door, he was more than just annoyed that his friends were too stubborn to listen to him to leave him alone for a while.

"Nyx! I know you're there! Open the door!", you called out demandingly, banging against his door several times with your fist.

"What do you want?", Nyx hissed angrily as he opened the door finally. He just stepped aside as you stormed in before he closed his door to face you with a sullen expression.

Your eyes went big as you saw his appearance. Nyx had some scratches on his forehead, a cut on his lower lip, a long cut on his bare chest that got stitched, his rib cages were bandages thickly and many bruises were building around his hips and stomach. Slowly and shock filled, you moved your eyes back to meet his angry glance. With an open mouth, you gaped at him, simply speechless.

"Once again: WHAT do you want, YN?", Nyx asked more aggressively what caused him to wince in pain.

To see him like this awoke you from your state, "I... I wanted to... to...", you stammered, swallowed thickly.

"You wanted- what?", Nyx asked low, regretting his outburst seconds before because of the pain that was still shaking his body.

"Actually, I wanted to scream and yell at you for... For acting so reckless. Crowe told me what happened...", you whispered insecurely, still shocked about Nyx' wounds.

"Why?", Nyx asked annoyed.

"Why? You ask me why I would like to scream at you? You did stupid things on the battlefield!", you argued back, drawing your eyebrows together.

"Why do you even care about me, huh?", Nyx called out, stepping forward while ignoring the pain in his body, "Since when I am this important to you?"

"Wh-what? What do you mean?", you asked surprised, stepping back by the sight of his raging glance.

Nyx chuckled unamused, "Oh, don't act so innocently. I know about your little, silly crush on this guy!", he said and stepped forward, completely ignoring the fact how scared you looked as he came closer while you found no way to escape, "All these past weeks where you were swooning over the guy's 'incredible' eyes! And his 'perfect' lips! His 'oh so soft' hair! Oh, and don't forget his sexual masculinity!", he pointed out while stepping forward, mimicking your behavior in a mocking way.

Your eyes grew bigger with surprise and shock, "Y-you.. you have heard that?", you whispered.

Nyx grinned, enjoying your scared expression, "If I have heard you? Of course, I did! All your little base flatteries couldn't get overheard when you were talking with Crowe. I know, I'm nothing special. Obviously, not like him. I get reminded that a lot, trust me. So, I ask once again", he hissed angrily, stepping forward, caging you in a corner where you searched for a way out. Nyx was mad. About himself and the aggression he hadn't under control but he had caged his emotions far too long and now, they were bubbling to the surface. He was mad about you and your wonderful eyes, lips and face. And mostly, he was mad about the other guy who had stolen your heart. The one heart Nyx wanted to have for himself. And now, he had lost it before he even had a chance with you, "Why are you even caring for me when your interest is with someone else who isn't me?", he asked threateningly.

"N-Nyx, I- I-"

Nyx punched with his fist against a spot on the wall next to your head that let you flinch. Pain was punishing him immediately. But as he saw your scared expression, he knew he would deserve even more than just plain pain, "Spit it out, YN! Why do you care for me?"

"Because you are the guy!", you cried out scared, "You're the man I have a crush on!", you screamed helplessly before you slid down along the wall, crying out of shock because of the outburst of this usually so calm and composed man.

Utterly shocked, Nyx stepped back. He was panting for air but not because of the pain in his ribs. No physical pain would hurt him as much as the sight of your crouching frame on his floor was hurting him to see. His mind still tried to process what you just had said, what the meaning of the words were you had just used.

Slowly, you calmed down, wiping away the tears from your eyes with the sleeves of your sweatshirt while you took a few calming breaths. You leant against the wall with closed eyes, resting the back of your head against the cool concrete.

Minutes passed where none of you said anything and as you were calmer again, you chuckled dryly, still with closed eyes, "You know, Crowe always tried to convince me to talk with you. She said that you would be happy to hear my confession about the feelings I have for you. Because she knew you for so long, somehow, she was sure my feelings might be mutual.", you said, slowly opening your eyes to see his still shocked expression, "But I... I couldn't talk with you. I was too scared. Too scared you could reject me. Too scared that you could make fun of me. Too scared that you would laugh at me. Making jokes about me with the others. That I would get humiliated or that I could even lose one of my best friends.", you said followed by a soft chuckle, "But, god damn, I never expected you to scream at me like this. I- I never saw you this aggressive. I never thought you could ever hate me this much.", you breathed before you closed your eyes again.

Nyx awoke from his stasis by your words and closed slowly up on you, kneeling down with still some space left between you two to give you a way out from him if needed, "I- I don't hate you, YN. I could never hate you-"

"Tell that to the dent in your wall.", you said, pointing at a spot over your head where Nyx had hit the wall and where now a small hole was left.

Nyx didn't have to follow your hint to remember what he had done. His head hung low between his shoulders, "I'm sorry. Please, I... Fuck... I'm so sorry. I was so angry about the fact that you would like someone else instead of me that I couldn't think straight. All I ever wanted was a chance with you.", Nyx whispered.

As you opened your eyes by his words, you saw Nyx' slumped down figure right in front of you. He was so close, you just had to stretch out your hand to touch him and because it was what you still wanted, you did exactly that. You got on your knees, leaning forward to cup his face with both hands like something precious, "Shall we start this conversation again?"

Nyx raised his head to meet your eyes which were filled with more warmth than before. He swallowed and nodded insecurely, "W-why are you here?", he asked carefully.

You smiled softly, tilting your head, "Crowe told me what happened on the battlefield. She said you acted reckless and got injured. I... I had to see you."

Nyx crawled closer to you, ignoring his paining body once again, "You had to see me? Why?", hope was vibrating in his low voice.

"Because I care for you, Nyx. Maybe I care even more for you than you might think.", you said softly, leaning even closer.

"How much more?"

"Well, this much.", you whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly.

Nyx closed his eyes slowly, just enjoying your lips against his as you moved them. He moved along, deepening the kiss, pulling you closer with his hands on your back.

You broke the kiss very slowly for some air, resting your forehead against Nyx' with a content smile, "Why have you never said something?", you whispered.

Nyx shook his head, "I couldn't. You were always so glowing and happy when you were talking about this guy. The last thing I wanted was to... In fact, I just wanted to be the reason behind this breathtaking smile instead of someone else... But I also didn't want to take your glowing away."

"You never considered that you might be the reason behind my happiness, huh?", you asked softly.

"No… I had no idea that all the things you said were about me...", Nyx chuckled and winced in the next moment because of the pain that finally took back control of his body.

It was then that you got reminded of what Nyx had endured. Quickly, you stood up, helping him back on his feet and into the bed, "You should rest now.", you said softly and a bit guilt-ridden. Somehow, you were one reason behind his pain.

"Can you stay? I'm sure it will help me to recover.", Nyx asked with a smirk, grabbing your wrist as you were about to leave.

It was the smirk that always let your heartbeat quicken. You gnawed on your lower lip, "Okay, but just until you fell asleep.", you answered, crawling next to Nyx' side.

Nyx flung his arm around you, burying his nose into your hair, "Cute that you think I will let you go. At all.", he whispered, pressing a soft kiss on your ear before he pulled you closer to keep you secure in his arms before he fell into a soft sleep with you by his side like he always had dreamed of.

[knullanon]

Cool one shot I wrote but dont have the courage to post outside of anon

They had found her at a freak show.

Batman watched silent under the pull out makeshift bleachers. Casually he acknowledged that if they collapsed it wouldn't be good for him.

What did it matter...this will all be over soon. He had already tipped of the police soon the tent would be surrounded. He was only there to watch. Apparently this "freak show" had a nasty habit of killing of their "freaks" and if they were to try such tonight...

Dick said something into the comm. His normally charming bubbly son wasn't exactly in a good mood. He suspected none of his children were. But poor dick found circus work...sacred in a way. No dick wasn't happy.

The emaciated man they called the cannibal was being gently prodded away. The reason for the gentleness he could only guess. They must be afraid of losing a finger to him

"If they just fed him there wouldn't be a problem " jason said into the comms and it took a minute for the bat to realize he had said his last thought out loud

As he was thinking the workers wheeled out a giant birdcage and there on the perch was either a late to midteen. Either way their (texture) hair was easily double their body length. They were announced as (stage name) and they began to sing while rocking on their perch like swing. Their voice was steady...even when the workers started to shoot riffles at them they were undestractable. Their eyes almost glazed over.

"Could it be a sew in," asked one of the kids in the comm," an extension?"

That's when the police arrived.

It happened quicker then he thought it would. Workers were gathered and put into police cars,the audiences names and Identification taken one by one, that only left the poor souls held captive here for who knows how long.

POV switch

Nightwing sighed. He absolutely hated this he looked towards his brother quietly acknowledging a pair of siamese twins. Brothers connected by the hand

He stepped towards the giant cage, key In hand as his dad and youngest brother approached behind him.

The bottom of the cage had mattress like material covering the floor. As if they hadn't been shooting at their captive a minute ago.

He opened it and they jumped of the perch almost desperate to get out. They slipped on their own hair and fell on their face. He noted they were bleeding. As much as he wanted to help them, he would need to gain a small amount of trust first.

Despite their previous attempts and excitement they looked up at him in fear.

He smiled as charming as he could but they shrank away.

"We could cut it you know"

He gestured to Damian who drew his katana

Damian had been especially quiet about this whole ordeal and dick briefly wondered if it was pity or disdain for weakness

It took yn a second to realize he was talking about their hair.

Then they hugged it to themselves, pleading and babbling about just how cold they would be as they fiddled with their thin linen clothes.

One phrase stuck out.

"What will I do at night"

His blood started to boil when he realized they didn't even give this one blankets.

It was January

POV switch

The bat watched as this guarded scared person fell apart.

It was obvious they were never shown much kindness by how they cried when praised. Soon dick was getting details from them

How the show worked and the name of the leader. The workers who were cruelest and the ones that would slip you extra food if you were kind enough. One part of the exchange kicked him in the gut though

"Dont you think your parents miss you?"

"....no they gave me away, or maybe they sold me, I dont know anymore. My memories are...blurry,"

Just as he was processing red robin walked up to him and gave him a knowing look.

He spoke calm as ever

"Are you planning on keeping this one"

He stood thoughtful for a moment

"I cant return them to the people who sold them,"

Tim raised an eyebrow

"And?"

"And they were very calm while being shot at . I think they would be a good fit."

Tim shrugged and continued escorting the cannabal to a ambulance.

Off to the side Damian nodded. He wondered why this person gained his approval, but didn't question it. His son had been less insecure lately and he didn't want to ruin it.

He looked at (stage name) as they stepped out of their cage (for the first time in a year they admitted) and what he saw made up his mind.

The person had at least three untended bullet wounds. Either the workers were aiming to hit or they didn't care.

The police warning came back to him: the "freak show" had a nasty habit of killing off their "freaks" on stage.

(Stage name) had narrowly escaped death

He called Cassandra over for medical supplies and watched as dick got to work tending to (stage names ) wounds while speaking as gently and as calmly as he could

Bruce wondered how he would justify another adoption to alfred.

-sabrina

aww this is so sweet i love it, thank you sabrina!!