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hard-core-super-star · 4 months

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make you mine this season [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x barton!reader

summary: a badly timed snowstorm leaves you unable to make it to the barton farm for christmas. thankfully, a certain archer shows up to keep you company.

warnings: none, i think? just really cheesy, holiday rom-com type of fluff [i say this as if i've watched any holiday rom-com besides happiest season and the holiday 😶]; kate's a dork [wow, what a shock]; idiots in love; past mentions of bishova; bad jokes?; snowstorm; cheesy gifts bc kate can't talk about her feelings

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: HI, EVERYONE, I'M ALIVE! and it wouldn't be a rubix fic if it WASN'T posted a little late 😅 i hope you all had a fantastic holiday season and that you'll accept this very cheesy Christmas fic <3 [and maybe that last line is very self-indulgent but that's none of your business, if you know you know]

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You’re no stranger to loneliness but things were bordering on ridiculous. Not only have you spent the past two years ridiculously in love with a certain purple-loving archer, you’re also on the verge of spending Christmas by yourself thanks to the worst-timed snowstorm of all time.

And maybe the first part of your unfortunate situation is your fault but that doesn’t stop the waves of disappointment from crashing into you.

This year was supposed to be different.

That’s what you had told yourself in an effort to convince yourself to tell the young archer about your feelings for her. It was a strategy that almost worked…until a certain blonde decided to accept Kate’s offer for drinks…which turned into a date…which turned into a second date…which turned into the longest four months of your life.

You could never be one to be mad at someone else’s happiness but that didn’t stop you from feeling absolutely defeated every time you saw them together. There was no one to blame except you for the brunette’s lack of knowledge about your feelings and that only made everything worse.

It was impossible to ignore the ache in your chest when your eyes met Kate’s or the heavy jealousy that clouded most of your interactions with her. Maybe if you had been less into your head about the whole thing, you would have realized the way the archer’s smile never seemed to reach her eyes.

Eyes that followed you every time you walked away.

You never noticed the traces of darkness that clung to her usually radiant persona but you were the first person at her side when the break up happened. She offered little to no details besides an awkward joke about the relationship ending almost exactly where it started right at the Rockefeller tree.

It was messed up in a way that made Kate want to make as many jokes about it as possible which resulted in you laughing at things that definitely weren’t funny and were just sad. Not as sad as spending the holidays completely alone and hopelessly in love with your best friend, though.

You were sure the archer was already well on her way to your dad’s farm which leaves you completely unprepared when the door to your apartment swings open to reveal her. She almost drops the key in her hand the second she realizes you’re home.

“What’re you doing here?” You question, doing your best to pretend you don’t see the gift bags she tries to hide behind her back.

You can practically see the wheels turning in her head before she’s finally able to respond. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at Clint’s?”

It’s hard not to laugh at the incredulous look on her face. No matter how many times you see it, it’s still as endearing as the first time. Back when she was just your dad’s protege and you hadn’t spent so many of your days learning the ins and outs of her complicated personality.

“Did the incoming snowstorm happen to slip your mind?”

“No, I just thought you’d want to go anyway,” she replies with a small shrug.

“I’d rather not crash, Lila will never let me hear the end of it.”

Your words make her tilt her head to the side, the slightest hint of a pout on her face. “So…what, you’re just going to spend Christmas alone?”

“Yup. Kate, I’m not a kid anymore, nothing will happen if I spend one day by myself.”

“But it’s Christmas!” She exclaims, looking borderline offended that you’re so comfortable spending the holiday alone.

“Is that why you’re breaking into my apartment?” You ask in a foolish attempt to stop yourself from asking her to spend the day with you.

Just because she thought about you long enough to come drop off her, no doubt ridiculously expensive, gifts for you does not mean she wants to spend the holiday with you when she could easily spend it with anyone else.

The pink hue that overtakes her cheeks is a better gift than anything that could be inside the bags in her hand. “Well, uh…maybe…”

She finally gathers enough courage to get rid of the distance between you with a bright, albeit nervous, smile on her face. You half-expect her to launch into some long ramble about why she just couldn’t stop herself from buying an insane amount of gifts for you this year but she doesn’t.

For once in her life, Kate Bishop makes things easy for herself.

“I didn’t think I was going to make it to the farm on time so I was just going to drop these off for you…” She holds out the bag for you and you do your best to calm the rapid beating of your heart as you take it.

“Can I open it right now or will you get embarrassed?”

“Both,” she replies through a chuckle. “I would leave but I don’t want you to be lonely.”

“Right, because I’m the one who gets lonely.”

“Shut up.”

It’s both a blessing and a curse to have broken through the archer’s defenses and right now, her cute reactions are beginning to feel like a curse. Although, that might just be your unrequited feelings talking.

A slightly awkward silence settles over both of you while you rifle through the overwhelming amount of purple tissue paper until you find your gift. You’re expecting another expensive necklace, maybe a bracelet this time, but what you’re met with is the most thoughtful gift you’ve ever received…and probably the most thoughtful gift Kate has ever given.

What you end up pulling out of the bag is a leather journal with a beautiful engraving of yours and Kate’s initials. “Kate…is this-”

“Yeah, I, um…I couldn’t find a photo album that I liked so I sort of…made my own.”

You can’t stop yourself from flipping through the first couple of pages, caught somewhere between the euphoria of being given something so beautiful and the disappointment that comes with knowing it all only serves to fuel your love for the archer.

Love you can’t express the way you want to.

Love that’s hidden between the pages of the journal you hold in your hands.

You don’t notice and Kate isn’t really in a hurry to watch you read the series of rambles that make up her overdue confession so she lets the moment fade like she always has. It’s not like you can blame her for wanting to move on to something else, her lack of focus isn’t necessarily a secret, and you let yourself get carried away by her jokes and her stubborn need to make mac and cheese for you.

The archer manages to cook without setting your kitchen on fire and the two of you settle on your couch to watch the first cheesy Christmas movie you find. In all honesty…the movie is awful but the corny jokes make Kate laugh so you can’t find it in yourself to be too grumpy about the shitty writing.

Until the scene in front of you reminds you of the archer and her ex. You’re unable to hold back the jealousy-tinted snarkiness said reminder brings out of you. “I think Yelena watched this movie and then decided to be a dick just like the main character.”

Kate instantly turns toward you, staring at you with wide eyes that barely hide her amusement. “What?”

“What?” You feign confusion to avoid having to repeat yourself.

“You know what,” she replies with an eyeroll. “If I’m the one who got broken up with, why are you the one that’s still upset?”

“Because- wait, why are you not upset?”

Your uno-reverse of a response leaves Kate speechless for a few seconds and you prepare yourself for the series of jokes that will no doubt leave her mouth next.

But Kate’s never been predictable.

“Because…she didn’t break my heart. She didn’t even own it in the first place.”

Her words spark the low flames of hope hidden in the depths of your heart. It feels impossible and if you were a believer, you might even say Santa’s on your side, helping to give you the one thing you’ve wished for more nights than you can count.

And yet you hesitate.

“What are you trying to say?” You ask, your voice so soft it borders on cautious.

“That I’m an idiot,” she replies with that same bright smile that made you fall for her so long ago. “And…I’d really like to kiss you.”

The world seems to slow down to a complete stop at that moment.

You almost don’t even know what to do with yourself. Thankfully, you manage to kick yourself into action before the moment passes.

Kate’s awkwardness seems to disappear into thin air as she leans in toward you, meeting you halfway for the softest, sweetest, kiss you’ve ever had. And maybe nothing about it is perfect but it’s you and her and that’s all that matters for now.

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sorcerersseestars · 5 months

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LIMERENCE (part I)

Gojo Satoru x gn!reader

"I can't stop loving you, no matter how hard I try."

summary: Your long-time friend stirs feelings inside you that you never realized existed. Of course they bubble up in your chest while he’s in the midst of ignoring you and discovering his own possible romance. Your mutual friend thinks she has it all figured out—or does she?

pairing: gojo satoru x gn! reader

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

genre: hanahaki sickness au, angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: mentions of feeling sick, being stonewalled kinda, usage of the word (Y/N) bc Gojo is too fed up for nicknames (in reality idk what else to use 😶), Gojo being an ass (common theme in my fics oops)

word count: 3.6k

a/n: This is the first part to my hanahaki au! I’ve had this in my drafts for the longest time, but never committed to writing it all out until now. This first bit is kinda slow and maybe confusing BUT hopefully I’ll be able to clear it up next chapter. Not proof read very thoroughly; will probably regret later 🫥

part ii

“DON’T YOU THINK you could be a bit nicer to me?” You try, clasping your hands together as you look up at him with an odd smile—a cross between apologetic and playful. You’re joking, or at least half joking. It’s too difficult to be serious with Gojo; his habit of masking emotion with jest must be rubbing off on you.

Only one corner of his mouth raises. “Good one, (Y/N)-chan. As if I didn’t use to pay your bills.”

He doesn’t look at you when he speaks, and he walks away from you without a single glance. You frown and lightly jog a few steps to catch up to him.

“Ah, and I’m forever thankful for that!” You say, cringing at how overly peppy your tone is. “But that’s not exactly what I meant.”

“Hmm,” Is all he says. His hands are in his pockets, but he doesn’t carry himself with as much ease as usual—his posture is closed off, angular and tense.

“What I meant was–” You prompt your own answer, as he doesn’t make any move to. “We haven’t seen each other in a while. I know you’ve been really busy lately, so I don’t blame you, but I think we should go out and do something. Could help relieve some work stress too, don’t you think so?”

“Maybe,” He says, the word short yet effective in its delivery. The word was sharp in his mouth, clear annoyance shaping his tongue enough for the word to have a bite to it.

You wince. He never used to be like this. Gojo has been in a state of perpetual mirth—and one could argue levity—for the entirety of your friendship, never taking anything seriously and always looking for opportunities to poke fun at you to half-jokingly glorify himself. His expression has always been infectiously positive—never molded into anything hard or serious.

But, lately, everything you thought you knew about Gojo Satoru has faded away into your memories. He never seeks out your presence anymore, which is polar opposite from your high school days, when he would follow you around and pester you until you’d hang out with him. You actually used to get annoyed at this behavior, but you’re sorely missing it now.

You feel like you know nothing about him these days, only hearing tidbits here and there from your mutual friend Shoko. It stings to know that he obviously talks to her, and quite often at that, seeing she always has new details to spill every other day.

It doesn’t make sense to you: him and Shoko were never particularly close, definitely not nearly as close as you and Gojo were. In fact, she thought of him as particularly annoying in high school, and often swore to you that she would cut all contact with him once they graduated.

Back then, you had rolled your eyes at her antics, never believing that anybody could cut Gojo out of their life, seeing as he simply wouldn’t let them. But how else could you describe what he seems to be doing to you?

You bite your lip nervously. “Satoru? Is there something wrong?”

“Not particularly,” He says with a forced smile that’s screaming for you to shut up. You pretend like it’s not the most disingenuous smile you’ve ever seen smeared on his face.

“Are you sure?” You probe. “I mean…what’s been going on with you these days? We haven’t seen each other in forever, and you don’t seem yourself.”

“Are you sure?”

His lips are quirked up, as they perpetually are, but it’s different this time. It’s mocking. A mocking smirk that’s telling you to face reality. Do you really know him anymore?

You pause in your steps, studying his expression. You can’t see his eyes, but you wish you could. He’s hard to read with that blindfold concealing those powerful eyes of his, but it never used to be a problem. It hurts that you’re now struggling to gauge him when your emotions used to feel like one.

Evidently, you can’t answer his question. Not that he seems to care.

“I’ve really got to get going. Students to teach, curses to kill, all that,” He announces, tone low and apathetic. Bored. “See ya.”

Your breath flutters in your throat as you try to bid him goodbye. You choke on your words and only end up tentatively raising a hand. Before you can wave, his form disappears. A gust of wind greets you in lieu of a proper goodbye.

You stay where you are for a few shocked moments, not even registering the hot tears that leak from the eyes he avoided.

You wander aimlessly around campus for a while, the whole interaction replaying in your head several times over. His “Are you sure?” needles its way into your brain even when you push it away, the words hitting where it hurts every time.

Your feet find themselves taking you to an empty break room – ah, this is the one that has your favorite flavor of tea. You turn the kettle on, then eagerly dig through the tea stash. You file through the individual packets quickly and thoroughly, but to no avail. It’s gone.

With a sigh, you grab a random tea bag and throw it into your mug. Frustrated, you roughly begin pouring the now-boiled water into the mug, but it doesn’t seem that was a good idea. Your hand slips for just a split second, but a sizable splash of boiling water still manages to singe your non-dominant hand. A stream of expletives leaves your mouth, and you instantly cradle your hand to your heart.

More tears appear. At least you have an excuse this time—it fucking hurts.

You trudge to the clinic, feeling quite silly, but also seeking some much-needed relief. And you’re not exactly imagining painkillers or an ice pack—no, there’s something else. Someone else.

You hesitantly knock on the door. You feel stupid, but you really have to see her.

You crack a smile at the creak of the door. Your friend and co-worker Shoko strides out with an air of confidence you wish you held.

“What happened?” She asks calmly, eyes lazily taking in your form.

“Spilled some water from the kettle,” You say lamely. “It hurts.”

That doesn’t really constitute a visit to one of the only reverse-cursed technique users in the school, and you know it. So does she.

“Mmhm,” She raises her eyebrows. “Well, come on in.”

You shuffle in a little sheepishly, not able to meet Shoko’s eyes. Now that you’re here, you start to feel unsure about your own motive—do you really want to discuss this? Won’t it just be embarrassing more than anything else?

You stall a little in your steps as the negative thoughts invade your head. You’re startled to attention by a poke to your side—when you look up, Shoko’s playful smirk fills your vision.

“Come on over to the sink and we’ll put that under some cool running water,” She says, gesturing to your reddened arm.

You cock your head, looking between her and the sink skeptically, “No ice?”

She shakes her head, sticking her tongue out at you a bit, “Nope! Running water for burns.”

You hold up your hands in defeat, smiling, “Whatever Doctor Shoko says.”

“And I do,” She says cheekily. “So get under that water!”

“Aye-aye,” You say with a salute.

She groans, “Ugh. You guys are so annoyingly similar. Hang on a sec, I gotta grab something.”

She turns away before she can see the way your expression drops. The smile is stolen from your face, leaving behind saddened eyes and a slight frown. There’s only one possible person she could be talking about.

You sigh and turn on the faucet—your disheartened sigh morphs into one of great relief as the cold water soothes your burn.

“That better?” Shoko asks upon her return.

You nod, a small smile coming back, “Yeah, thanks Shoko.”

“Is there something else wrong?” She asks, then shakes her head. “No, scratch that. What’s actually wrong?”

You take a deep breath. How are you going to broach this subject? You wait several moments, pondering your exact next words.

“Do you think Gojo is okay?” You finally ask your long-time friend, words coming out almost cautiously.

She eyes you funnily, “Why are you asking me? As if he doesn’t chase you around the school to blab on about himself.”

You smile, but it’s tainted by bitterness.

“Shoko…Gojo hasn’t talked to me for two months,” You admit quietly. “I don’t know what’s going on.”

She stops.

“What?”

You hate hearing the confusion in her voice. You hate the pity that soon fills her eyes.

“He seriously hasn’t,” You affirm, sighing. “I don’t know what I did, or if I did anything, or…or what. I just, I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Have you tried talking to him about it?”

You sigh. “Of course I have, but he didn’t seem to take my concerns seriously. Or consider them at all. It just seemed like he wanted me to shut up and leave him alone.”

Shoko looks at you curiously, lips quirking as if she has something to say, but no words come out. Is she holding something back?

You take a deep breath, willing the horrible emotion that squeezes your throat away. You look out the window to distract yourself, watching the branches of a sakura sapling swaying in the wind. It looks alone and lost, battered by the relentless wind.

“What’s he been like recently with you?” You finally ask, your gaze still on the tree.

“Normal,” Shoko says. “Annoying as ever. Noisy as ever.”

A cluster of pink petals is ripped from a branch, swirling hopelessly to the ground. When they settle on the ground, you look back to your friend.

“He’s really the same?” You ask weakly.

“Unfortunately,” She says wryly. “Besides, why do you care? We’ve both been trying to get him off our backs since waaay long ago. Sounds like a blessing in disguise.”

“Ah, that’s true,” You admit with a weak chuckle, trying to ignore the way your heart throbs painfully. “But he’s also our friend.”

“Since when? More like a thorn in my side. Maybe he finally got the message,” Shoko smirks. “You should give me instructions for that. I’d have a lot better quality of life, you know.”

You know she’s just joking around with you, but she’s truly just rubbing salt in your wound. Not very ethical for a doctor, even if unintentional.

“Yeah,” You laugh, but it’s an empty sound. “Well, I guess I’ll get going then. Hopefully your next patient gives you an easier time.”

Shoko jokes, “Yeah, this has been my toughest job all week. You fiend.”

Your head is filled with so many questions, all of them growing louder as you walk away from your friend. Your friend who you thought would sympathize with you, but only ended up making you feel worse in the end is acting suspicious. It’s not like you’ve ever wanted to actually cut ties with Gojo, even when he used to pull pranks on you in high school. You craved for a strong friendship with him throughout all his shenanigans.

Why is Shoko acting like you hate Gojo, and what isn’t she telling you?

Before you reach the door, you decide you need to know. You stop abruptly in your tracks.

“Ieiri, you’re not telling me something,” You say softly, not looking back. “Why?”

Shoko sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, “You don’t miss anything, do you?”

You say nothing. The door in front of you is tempting—it’s your way out of knowing the truth. Do you really want to know?

You wait tensely for a few seconds, the silence causing nerves to bubble up in your stomach. But when Shoko begins to speak, they go don’t go away.

“He hasn’t really been acting strange around me, but he’s constantly on his phone. Like always. Whenever he comes to chat, he immediately tunes me out and starts texting or loudly takes a call,” She snorts, huffing out an exasperated sigh. “I thought he was just bored and trying to make me feel disrespected as a sort of cruel joke, but I think it’s something else. I think…I think Gojo is interested in someone.”

Your head whips around, disbelief clear in your features. Interested in someone?

“Maybe that’s why he’s been acting weird. I always thought he was crazy for you, so it didn’t cross my mind until now.”

“Crazy for me?” You immediately echo back, voice hollow and confused.

Shoko shakes her head at you, “C’mon, you can’t be that oblivious. He always followed you around like a lost puppy in high school. He never said anything to me about it, but I really thought he would confess any day for years.”

“He did that to everyone…” You shake your head. “You say yourself he bugged you so much.”

She rolls her eyes. “Trust me, it was different.”

Your heart pounds in your chest. Your vision becomes foggy at the edges, reality fizzling out.

“Why didn’t you want to tell me?” You ask. “It’s not like that matters.”

You try to appear uncaring, yet it was a fight to get those words out.

“You’re a sensitive person. ‘Didn’t know how you’d react since Gojo always seemed to chase after your attention, exclusively. But it’s not like it was the other way around—should have known it wasn’t a big deal. It’s not. Guess he’s just growing up.”

“Yeah,” You agree faintly, voice devoid of emotion. Reality is slipping through your numb fingers, the information turning your world into a nightmare. You should have opened the door and ran when you had the chance.

“It’s not,” You say with a saccharine smile, one so sickly sweet that Shoko gets chills. That’s not your usual smile—not one that Shoko has ever seen you wear. “Of course it’s not.”

When you turn on your heel and rush out of her infirmary, Shoko reaches out a hand and her lips part to call after you. It’s uncharacteristic for her—the cold doctor is rarely sentimental or emotionally affected, but she saw something ghastly in that smile of yours.

The slam of the door answers her call. The truth, now imparted, comes to bite her in the ass.

It’s been a few days. You’ve been moping around the school, around your students—trying to cope with the information that you don’t even know is true. You see him across campus sometimes; he’s so easily spotted with his translucent hair and tall frame. Every time, he’s facing away from you, and your eyes fall on the back of his head. Your chest always tightens and you end up turning away, too.

You have ignored the feelings stirring in your chest, not willing to admit something that clearly isn’t reciprocated. It has been working, you suppose, since you haven’t cracked under the mental weight of possibly being in lo—

No, you can’t even think that.

Everything has been as okay as it can. It’s not until you attempt to visit Shoko again to try sort out your feelings, however, that things take a turn for the worse.

Your hand is raised as you prepare to knock on the infirmary door, but you hesitate once you hear muffled voices.

“I don’t know…I didn’t expect it at all.”

That’s Gojo’s voice. That low but self-assured tone is undeniably his.

“Expect what?” Shoko asks, sounding bored.

His reply is so soft that it passes by as just a hiss of air, so quiet that you physically startle at Shoko’s loud reaction.

“No! What? I can’t believe that!” She shouts, laughter quickly following her exclamation.

You shouldn’t be listening—you hadn’t planned to eavesdrop on your two best friends, but for some reason your ear seeks out the wall, as if magnetized.

The next three words uttered still your heart.

“Utahime kissed me,” Gojo admits quietly.

You feel like you can’t breathe. Utahime, who has always despised Gojo even beyond Shoko’s extent. Utahime, who once cried into your chest after Gojo was harsh with her at an exchange event. Utahime, who always persisted that you and Gojo were into each other during high school.

Shoko’s unbelieving chuckle cuts through your thoughts.

Shoko laughs, “Oh, yeah, okay, as if I’d ever believe that.”

There’s silence. Your heart drops at the lack of response—no teasing refute, no playful faux playboy attitude.

Shoko absorbs his unusual silence, finally interpreting his words for what they are.

She gasps loudly, spluttering, “Oh my God, you’re being serious. What?! There’s no way…”

Gojo’s voice is even and deep. “I didn’t lie. She just did it out of nowhere. I didn’t even know how to react, to be honest.”

“So you just stood there?” Shoko snorts, trying to keep up her usual sarcastic persona. “God, you’re insufferable all the way around.”

“I kissed her back,” He breathes out, voice almost weak.

Another long moment of silence ensues. You hold your breath, terrified that your panicked pants will alert them of your presence.

Shoko recovers quickly this time.

“Still insufferable,” She sighs, and you can imagine her shaking her head. “So what now? You like her or something? This is so random.”

“I…I don’t know,” He admits quietly. “I never thought she’d do that, it took me by surprise. I…I think I liked it?”

Your heart shatters. You clutch a hand to your mouth, gagging yourself, forcing back the pained gasp that’s threatening to leave your lips.

“Oh, is that so?” Shoko says drily, but the usual edge to her voice is absent. You can only imagine her expression: contorted with pity and pain, desperately trying to maintain her poker face.

“Yeah,” Gojo reaffirms. “It was nice.”

There’s silence for a few seconds as Shoko takes it all in. Then, “Is she who you’ve always been calling and texting when I’m talking to you? You’re an ass for that, by the way.”

Gojo exhales out a sardonic sniff, “You’re spot on.”

Why are you still listening? You should leave. You shouldn’t be hearing this. Pain blooms in your chest, as if thorns became lodged between your ribs.

“What about (Y/N)?”

You freeze, eyes bulging out of your head.

Gojo sighs, sounding annoyed, “What do you mean?”

“I’m not dumb, Satoru. There was something going on during high school and frankly in the past few years as well. Are you going to deny it?”

He scoffs, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Shoko. It was never like that.”

You feel like you’re going to be sick. You shouldn’t—there’s no possible way you’re actually in love with Gojo Satoru, is there?

Fuck. The thought you’ve been trying to avoid all this time has finally firmly inserted itself into your head.

You take off swiftly and immediately, and your footfalls are as light as you can possibly manage. If either of them knew you were here, you wouldn’t be able to handle the shame.

Gojo and Shoko are none the wiser to the immoral action that took place just beyond the door—so when Shoko is ready to clock out and opens the door, the presence of a school ID on the ground is nearly missed. She feels something strange crunch underneath her foot and steps away and glances at the foreign object.

You left in such a hurry that your ID flopped out of your pocket. It lays on the ground, your smiling face staring up at Shoko, who looks on in horror. She immediately knows that you heard everything. She quickly steps back onto your ID, concealing your identity with her foot.

With all the sight of his six eyes, Gojo somehow completely missed Shoko’s strategic maneuvers to erase traces of your presence. He whistles nonchalantly, not having a care in the world, apparently.

In contrast, Shoko’s mind is racing. Her eyes roam around the courtyard, searching for your form. She feels rooted to the spot—will she reveal you if she steps away? She almost forgets that she’s not alone.

“You looking for someone?” Gojo asks.

Shoko stiffens, but forces herself to relax and appear nonchalant. “Ah, I was just wondering if…if (Y/N) would still be around.”

Gojo frowns. “Hm. Not sure. Don’t they usually go home right after they get off?”

“Lately, they’ve been staying back to do paperwork,” She sighs. “Masamichi has really giving them too many missions…How come you don’t know that?”

“Haven’t had the chance to catch up, I guess,” Gojo says evasively, then quickly changes the subject. “Besides, aren’t you the same way? You coming or not? I’ve got better things to do.”

He waves his cell phone around playfully, a smirk widening across his features.

Shoko rolls her eyes, “Go ahead. I’m just going to wait here a bit and see if I can text them and get them over here.”

She hesitates for a second before adding, “Actually, why don’t you wait a sec? We haven’t all seen each other in a bit.”

Gojo immediately stiffens. He scratches the back of his head and says, “Ah, I’m actually sort of on a time crunch. Maybe next time.”

What a lie. Shoko thinks, eyes narrowing subconsciously. What is he up to?

As he trails off into the distance, the gears in Shoko’s head continue to turn. He always, always teleports home after work finishes. So why is he slowly walking around campus, head turning this way and that way as if searching?

And you! Why were you there? Why were you so affected? What is going on in your head—or rather, your heart?

Something strange is going on with her two friends and Shoko is determined to find out what.

PART II

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@kiyaedits - baby pink dividers, @sweetxmelody - cherry blossom divider

*note: taglist open!! comment to be tagged in part 2 :)

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo behavior #hurt/comfort #gojo hurt/comfort #angst #jjk #best buddie shoko #sad bc utahime and shoko aren’t together in this one 😤#Gojo is a hater

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inkysquelched · 2 months

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Them.

I drew my bozos and there’s nothing you can do about it. Now get ready for a long post as I talk about my headcannons for them. Feel free to ask me anything about them, I love rambling:

Agent 3: Has a major RBF, but she’s nice I promise you. She’s been enjoying her role as captain but was overwhelmed at first.

Weapon preferences: shooters, chargers

Fave Special: Splashdown

Agent 4: Just vibing honestly, she’s gotten pretty good at hacking/research over the years.

Weapon preferences: daulies, brushes

Fave Special: Boyah Bomb

Agent 8: Curses in octarian at least 5 times a day. Remarkably relaxed despite all the bs shes been through.

Weapon preferences: shooters

Fave Special: Triple Inkstrike

Neo 3: A chaotic child, will occasionally eat stuff off the floor.

Weapon preferences: tri-stringer, blasters if shes feeling spicy

Fave Special: Super Chump

Some Honorable Mentions:

3 has a major sweet tooth and she won’t apologize for it. (shes awful with spicy food tho gchfxgfz)

Neo really likes bread.

8 will eat the most criminally offensive spicy food without a reaction.

3 likes to sleep in her squidform, it’s kinda weird to others. It’s honestly more worrying if she doesn’t shift forms. (hc that people usually only do that when theyre really sick…..and then theres 3)

4 listens to her music too loud.

3 and 4 bicker all the time, but it rarely gets to a point where they’re actually upset. They especially fight about how to lead on missions (this is moot bc 3 is the captain lol) because 3 prefers the “slow and steady” approach and 4 prefers to play “fast and loose”, if that makes sense. (8s just here for the ride)

The squid sisters like to say that 3 and 4 are twins and they both hate it.

3 is a runaway, Neo is an orphan. Different circumstances, same outcome. They relate to each other a lot and I think thats awesome (and sad).

Neo (and 8) will occasionally say some out of pocket shit without realizing just how messed up it really is: “what? you’ve never had to eat out of the trash before?”

3 is very emotionally numb and has a hard time expressing any care towards others, so she ends up showing it through favors/giving advice/“are you ok?”s. She’ll tell you to put on a jacket when it’s 70 degrees out lol. (this is also why she’s a mess around 8, those are feelings she has no idea how to deal with)

3 is terrified of being sick (like bedridden sick, haha sanitization go brr) and will inwardly panic the whole time.

3 has the worst alcohol tolerance behind Marie and 4. (Callie will drink 12 shots of vodka without flinching)

Octolings have a very different view on relationships than inklings do; inklings will date/marry out of love while octolings will treat it more as a transaction (not saying they can’t, love just isn’t a priority). 8 as had and infatuation for 3 for years but doesn’t act on it because she wasn’t sure if she really felt the way she did. She knows inklings hold more weight to relationships and didn’t want to risk hurting 3 if she was wrong. (the events of side order really helped her figure it out)

After the events of Splatoon 2, 4 took a back seat on being an agent. Less frontlines and more research focused. (like Marie lol) She hated this at first, but grew to like it.

3s alter ego is DJ Sango, she uses her rapping/singing to vent. 4 and 8 play dumb and pretend they don’t know about her account. (They both listen to her music tho 😶)

8 is extremely calm, you’d have to be trying to piss her off.

Inklings are like mood rings, there tentacles will change color depending on their mood (think like streaks or spots of other colors) The more intense the emotion, the deeper the color.

8 and 3 both have to clean/replace their weapon filters more often than most but for different reasons: for eight its bc shes an octoling (their ink is more abrasive) while 3 has thicker ink than normal as the last remnant of being partially sanitized.

3 isn’t actually as stinky as the squid sisters will have you believe. She one time came back from a mission smelling particularly RANKED that day, and they’ve never let her live it down.

There’s probably more but I can’t think of any rn

k bye <3

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deeaselriel · 9 months

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Everyone has been treating Elriels SO BAD and disgustingly over the years, and when we defend ourselves we are painted as the “mEaN gUyS”. I’d dare to say that we are the “saints” of this fandom. I know there are some Elriels that can come off more rude than they should, but this is life. Nothing is perfect.

But a hard pill for y’all to swallow is that Elriels are usually soooo peaceful, minding their business and just enjoying their CANON content. They create edits, fan arts and post about Elriel not harming anyone, but then YOU KNOW WHO comes after us, ON OUR ACCOUNTS, ON OUR PRO ELRIEL VIDEOS, PICS OR THEORIES, that have absolutely NOTHING to do with their crackship(s), and spew their venom. They speak so many lies that don’t even come close to what is the CANON content of the books. They insult us and call us names, they bullied some creators SO BADLY they refuse to do Elriel fan arts anymore. YOU ALL ARE DISGUSTING AND I PRAY TO GOD FOR KARMA TO HIT SO HARD! I myself was a victim of y’all’s bullying when I did NOTHING! I just appreciated my Elriel and put facts on the table. Y’all told me I deserve to be R@PED just like Elain deserves!!!!

We, Elriels, have been put in a corner by THE ENTIRE FANDOM! This mob mentality made y’all treat Elriels like people with some kind of disease and it’s so sad honestly.

I’m not even being biased when I say that Elriels are usually very good people minding their business and the other stans of those 2 ships (y’all know) are constantly attacking us and making fun of us out of nowhere. They keep making content about Elain making fun of her, but yeah, they don’t like her. Lol. Y’all are so obsessed and have such internalized misogyny it’s scary. Especially when El didn’t do anything wrong, besides maybe the thing with Feyre that she’s making up for it. She’s a saint compared to many others in that serie, yet… she’s hated for liking to bake and plant flowers. Make it make sense. 😶

I think it’ll be ok for everyone to acknowledge WHO exactly is the most toxic in this fandom; who’s constantly attacking us for PUTTING FACTS on the table, who’s bullying artists into being scared to draw Elriel anymore, who’s harassing SJM at this point with a crackship that has 0 buildup. WHO IS SENDING DEATH THREATS to people so randomly just because, who is wishing R@PE on REAL people? The list is so long I just can’t…

I always knew that the mob mentality is forever going to be present, but OH MY GOD. These people that hate Elriel and ship the other ship just because “everyone does”, those going into the books already shipping Gw*nriel because “some content creators of TikTok said they’re sooooo endgame”, THOSE BIG ACCOUNTS THAT SPREAD ELAIN HATE JUST BECAUSE IT’S “TRENDY”. Y’all are SO pathetic; I wonder if you can think on your own.

Should I also talk about how often y’all don’t acknowledge what’s in those books related to Elriel? There are tons of evidence y’all pretend it’s not there and have THE NERVE to say Az only wants El for s*x. Bro, Feyre when she couldn’t read would’ve understand these books (and Elriel) better than y’all. 🤓 The delusional world y’all live in makes me laugh. What’s even funnier is when you are the ones making fun of US, when we have all our proof that Stands with us. WE ARE ON THE CANON SIDE, if we can say it this way.

Literally at this point, STOP being so toxic, and let Elriels IN PEACE. Acknowledge that Az and El have feelings for each other and that EVERYTHING points to them as endgame, and even SJM herself said that “it’s obvious”. None of us would’ve have any problem if y’all only acknowledged that Elriel is for the next book, and then go on with your day and make X head canon ships. It’s not harming to ship Az with someone else for fun, but when it comes to the ACTUAL BOOK & CANON, the answer it’s only Elriel. Just stop lying to yourselves. And stop playing the victim when Elriels have been like in prison for many years, being pushed aside and all. WE ARE THE VICTIMS OF THIS WHOLE FANDOM. The fact that I’m scared to even write a comment positive about Elriel or my girl Elain because I just know someone’s gonna say something “ironic” or bash me for whatever reason, says A LOT. And it’s the case for soooo many Elriels.

One last thing, I know we are reading fantasy books, but at least don’t make a fantasy of a couple the main talk of this fandom, lol. The couple should actually have “history”, build up & hints/ foreshadowing. CANON SCENES. And only Elriel has them. BYE. 🩷🌸💙🦇

#acotar #elriel #pro elriel #elriel endgame #elriel supremacy #elain archeron #pro elain archeron #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #pro azriel

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cxhleel108 · 6 months

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S7 Thots for this week: Oh god…

• I will in fact not be giving “us” a chance Vicky I’m so sorry.

• “There’s a him-shaped space in my bed and there’s a him-shaped space in my heart”…GIRRRLLLLL🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I already made a post about this quote alone but omg thinking about it again has got me crying. Someone please come get this bitch.

• I know I said my MC was gon keep it classy with Willow but both her AND I have had enough of Willow flapping her gums so best believe I chose to read her ass for filth when they let us.

• Gee I wonder what it is…

• *Gasp* REALLY??? YOU DONT SAY🫨🫨🫨

• Fusebox…CAN BITCHES JUST BE BISEXUAL TO BE BISEXUAL LIKE WTF??? They always pull this dumb shit like either you only want the boys or you only want the girls it’s never TRULY an option to choose both. Most of the time if I’m making my MCs bi it’s just for character building purposes so when I’m being forced to hear Bonnie declare her love for me 20 times each volume when I don’t want her you’d see why I’d be irritated.

• So apparently, after gathering info from other peoples posts, we coulda been having this convo with our original love interest and we coulda snuck out to the daybeds and did the nasty with them pulling our hair and shit if we chose the “Travis/Evan/OG LI” option. The way this makes no sense my god. This goes back to the point I just made like y’all don’t know what the fuck y’all doinnnnnnn!

• Omg she’s so embarrassing I can’t do this anymore😭😭😭

• While I’m mad I didn’t sneak down there with Bryson, seeing her lil pussy ass get absolutely nothing from him never fails to make me laugh.

• Uma getting all the girls to leave by pretending to gush about Alex…she ate that.

• I love Daphne (Sorry Raf romancers).

• Time to talk about outfits!🤩

• Fusebox let the stars go like good lord😭

• Ignoring that aspect, this is cute.

• Now THIS is what I want to see more of! Yes!

• Ok Willow being an embarrassing and obsessive ass bitch was funny at first but now it’s just annoying. Does she have any other hobby besides keeping MC’s nuts in her mouth?

• Now, onto this lame ass movie night.

• First of all, I guess I yet again need to clarify that I want nothing to do with Bonnie or her Ellen Degeneres haircut. Second of all, even if my character chose to give her the time of day…Vicky why the hell do you give a fuck??? You weren’t even here when these clips happened and once again I DID NOT CHOOSE YOU!

• Evan don't stick up for me like that baby I'm liable to put this thang on you😩

• In a shocking twist that nobody expected, Willow started talking shit and immediately shut up because her tea got clocked. I honestly gotta applaud her tenacity.

• Bryson’s confession over us uggghhh so cute😍

• Travis saying that Uma was hotter than Bonnie unprovoked was so rude😭😭😭 At the same time tho…did he lie?😶

• Alex is such a hypocrite. He knew damn well he was bout to fawk Estelle on that goddamn terrace before she left.

• Omg Uma said the casa girls needa make sure that they get to the villa😱😱😱 They grasping for straws tryna make up drama like obviously she’s gonna prioritize getting to the villa that’s literally the whole point.

• #Raphne lives on yesssss!

• Evan asking us on a date…WHY IS HE DOING THIS TO ME?????😫😫😫😫😫

• Outfit time again!🤩

• Ok I love love looooove all these options. The ONLY problem I have is with the choker necklace on the green dress like that needs to go. Other than that these are sooooooo cute.

• *Sigh* Why is Evan literally perfect lol🙃

• It’s not even the fact that he’s fine as hell and his personality is chef’s kiss but the way he’s not suffocating us with the fact that he likes us (Some other people should take notes😕). Lemme not speak too soon tho cuz they still have time to ruin him💔

• I am not kidding, when I replay this season I am grafting on him so hard with NO FUCKING HESITATION.

• I was so tempted to flirt with him just to piss off Vicky and Bonnie cuz why are y’all staring??? GET OUT OF MY BUSINESS!

• FINALLY! FUCKING FINALLY!

• I legit thought they were going to have us go through this entire volume without getting alone time with our OG LI and I was finna be so pissed.

• Not gonna lie tho…having sex in the middle of the living room where anyone could just walk in is kinda insane😭

• Where was I at Willow? Oh, I was just giving “your man” the time of his life😁

• Calling it now we’re not actually gonna get to sleep with who we want.

• Girl where tf did they get a whole curated bouquet of flowers?

(I’m not gonna lie guys I fell asleep before finishing this post cuz I was busy yesterday so I prolly forgot some things but yeah this volume was…ok)

#im begging for them to set us free next week #i want no more bonnie chats for the rest of this season #litg #love island the game #litg s7 #litg season 7 #litg stick or twist #litg mc #litg willow #litg bonnie #litg vicky #litg evan #litg bryson #litg uma #litg daphne #litg alex #litg travis

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❝ i chose you. and i need you to trust that my decision is final. trust me. ❞ ( What if. Raum & Oliver 😶)

@cantuscorvi

His phone was buzzing inside his pocket, like it had for the past few days. He couldn’t remember how many calls he had missed from the entire Cleaners’ squad, but surely things were getting worse hour after hour. There was no doubt that Astra was aware that his favorite little toy had been gone for too long, and that an important client and business partner of the Cleaners was dead. Oliver was nowhere to be found, and they had probably already tracked him to Raum’s place thanks to the GPS inside his phone. It was a matter of time before someone would knock at his door, bargaining to get their toy back, and probably for the worst. The young dancer didn’t show much, but he was anxious.

He threw a glance at his lover, and witnessed that his eyes were checking at Oliver’s pocket. Kaizen had been calling, then Gambit. Oliver was certain that the next dialed number might be Astra himself. He put the phone down onto the table, a deep and heavy sigh leaving his throat. If Raum had helped him escape this bloody hotel room, there were still the same doubts lingering inside Oliver’s mind. The same everlasting little ring telling him that he couldn’t trust anyone in his sorry world. He eyed Raum as if he had shown suspicious behavior, before he eventually stood back up and crossed his arms.

“You know what, I should leave.” Oliver said, a bit harsher than he wanted to sound. It was enough to get Raum’s attention because of that. Oliver shook his head, already ready to bite because it was safer to defend himself right now. “Let's be honest for two minutes, what we are doing is stupid and reckless. It’s a matter of time before Kaizen will knock down your door and drag me out, or worse… It’s probably a matter of days before it’s Astra himself showing up.” He felt mortified, the weight of killing someone tangled with the fact that he had brought bad omens upon Raum’s life as well.

All that blood, those muffled screams, the way his eyes had rolled... Oliver turned around, facing the window and the night view in front of him. It was sickening to remember every second of his first murder, every detail printed deep inside his mind. He shivered at the thought of what their future would be now. Because what he had committed could only bring desperate times and yet…

“I know how he works…” Oliver muttered when he sensed Raum’s fingers clapped onto his biceps. He almost lost his balance, stiffened onto his legs. “He will ask Gambit to dig for any sort of information, and he will use it against you. He will try to know every weakness you may have, and it will force you to pick a side… And I’m not an idiot…” He turned around to watch Raum, his chestnut eyes for once facing the ordeals of his own fate. He wanted this truth not to be his final act, but it was as if written in marble already. He was born to die.

“You will save yourself, and I can’t really do much about it. I can’t even resent you for that because… Perhaps I would do the same.” He pinched his lips together, looking away from Raum’s piercing eyes. “So before you choose… Please at least, let me try-”

Oliver stopped when there was a hand pressed against his lips. Whatever poison he might say next, Raum would permit him to voice it. He didn't know if it was out of pain, misery or maybe because he couldn't hear those thoughts anymore. He remained silent, his stare drifting back to observe his lover’s features. Every inch of him was screaming how it was painful to be in this situation… To wait for Raum to eventually state his worst fear out loud and abandon him again.

❝ I chose you, and I need you to trust that my decision is final. Trust me. ❞

Oliver swallowed thickly, his eyes burning with this forbidden hope that was impossible to accept. Oh, if Raum was lying, it was too late. He couldn’t get away from his grip anymore, nor pretend that he had been looking to hear that the moment he had crossed his path again. Whether it was a game of fate or a thread of life, Oliver wanted to cling to it with all his heart. He blinked and slowly caught Raum’s wrist.

Even if it was a lie, at this point, at this moment, he chose to believe his heart.

#; cantuscorvi #⌇entrechat ( 𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 | ic )#⌇dialing the void ( 𝘼𝙨𝙠 )#⌇aftertaste of a lost home ( 𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 / 𝙍𝙖𝙪𝙢 )#⌇somewhere on the moon ( 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙪𝙚 )#; queuing this for extra damages 👀#; my heart is sinking to believe they have reached that point i swear #; because fuck it was so hardcore #; he's still so hesitant to trust him HELP

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I think Appolonia would have been a huge pain in the ass if she had of lived and moved back to USA with Michael. I'm not sure about the book, but the movie portrayed her as whiny when she was in the car and she says "Michael, you promised!" (In Italian.)

People give Kay so much shit but look all she tolerated. Michael going to war, Michael fucking off to Sicily without giving her word, coming back and convincing her to marry him. Changing his whole outlook on life and his shift in personality. And obviously having bullets fly over her head. If Appolonia had to endure even 1 of them bumps in the relationship, her age would show and her lack of maturity would make the marriage crumble fast.

I agree with you very much, anon. 😂😂 ABSOLUTELY! No hate to Apollonia but that’s absolutely true. In the book it also mentions along the lines that she loves the freedom Michael gives her, like driving as women in Sicily rarely ever did/could, smoking cigarettes, new hairstyles etc otherwise completely unheard of in that time in Sicily. And because there’s nothing to imply or prove Apollonia was in love with or even infatuated with Michael in either the film or book imo, it just seemed to me that she was enjoying the benefits of a rich husband just like her family thought of in the film/book too. 👀

She is whiny, I’m sorry lmao. It’s annoying. The huge age gap between the two is concerning enough, but I really don’t see Michael and Apollonia compatible the least bit personality wise either. Michael’s getting the news his brother literally died and Miss Apollonia is only concerned about driving. 💀💀 Yeah, I don’t see the maturity/understanding, which I think would have probably impacted Michael’s marriage a lot in the US, as you mentioned.

Kay definitely deserves more credit for everything she put up with, just as you said! She knew Michael inside and out, and she deserved his honesty and transparency. Michael put her through hell tbh and it wouldn’t have been any different with Apollonia. At least Kay understood about Michael’s family life even in the beginning. She just had high hopes for Michael, she saw potential in him. She didn’t want the man she loved to end up being a criminal and ruining his own life (which of course, Michael effectively did…). Kay was also lied to a lot about what Michael was doing, so any kind of revelation, like why Frank Pentangeli’s brother randomly showed up to court one day and changed Frank’s mind instantly comes out as shocking to Kay because surprise! Michael lied/kept it from her again.

I think it would be too much to handle for Apollonia just as you said too, in my opinion. She doesn’t deserve to go through any of that either. I can’t stand when people say “Apollonia would be quiet, listen to Michael and birth him lots of babies”. It’s disgusting, sexist and misogynistic to say the very least. She was a teenager who some random, hot rich guy was lusting over one day in the Sicilian countryside. She cannot handle the mafioso lifestyle (and shouldn’t need to!!) especially doing so moving to a whole different country, so let’s stop pretending like she can tbh. 😶

Couldn’t agree more to everything you said, anon. 🙌🏻

#the godfather #Apollonia Vitelli #Kay Adams #Kay Corleone

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outrunningthedark · 2 years

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I actually blame the people who keep hanging on to their every word week after week no matter how way off the mark they end up being.

If the “queer Eddie” posts ( and the massive backtracking they tried to do when they turned out to be wrong ) didn’t open people’s eyes then I don’t know…

It wouldn’t be such a problem if they didn’t act like they were speaking like they know exactly what’s going to happen when in reality they’re guessing just as much as the rest of us.

I think the folks you're talking about get a lot of attention and "respect" because they usually are writers themselves and thus have a way with words that just...makes fans want to believe in everything they say. I also think most are against admitting when they're wrong for two specific reasons: 1. Not wanting to be seen as "a hater" [How dare we criticize anything about season five!!! It was BRILLIANT!!! /s]

2. They've dug their heels in on canon-Buddie and admitting the story isn't going how they wanted or predicted would mean acknowledging that they don't actually know what the plan is for these two. But doing so would result in a loss of followers/credibility and they're not willing to risk that. Tumblr is probably the place where they feel the most valued. 😬😬 Some of the things a certain circle in fandom had people believing in, yet could not have been more wrong: - Eddie and Hen working together during 5A would help Eddie ~realize things~ because she'd talk about her wife - Let's just say the hostage situation didn't match their theories. At all. - The title Wrapped In Red (a song about confessing your love at Christmastime) was related to Buddie - Lucy was not going to be involved with Buck in any way because "that's not her purpose". 🤭 - Eddie's sexuality would be at least alluded to during his therapy sessions??? - Eddie's breakdown would finally be when Buck initiates physical touch and Eddie allows himself to be held - Eddie going home meant we were getting hints about his sexuality and we'd find out his parents are homophobic as hell [that one's my fave, tbh] - Eddie was leaving Chris home with Buck instead of bringing him to El Paso (shoutout to @blutterlie for always echoing my thoughts) - The beacon bracelet would come into play before BT broke up (or during the break up) because "the writers wouldn't just forget about it." 😶 - Buddie HAD to be sitting together at the wedding (on opposite sides of Chris) because it was "grouped by families" and we'd get more interaction than what actually happened (which was...nothing) - The show made a point to declare TayKay "homeless" so Buck would absolutely give up his loft as a final apology and we'd get Buddie roommates era [In reality, the show pretended she never said that, proving every piece of dialogue in the script doesn't need to be taken so seriously.] Idk, y'all. I think I'd rather be "negative" than praised for my "galaxy brain" only to be dead wrong every time...

#anonymous #tina speaks #911 discourse

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floralseokjin · 2 years

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love drabble #2 replies.

@starbtslove replied: Makes me mad at him again. But then again, he definitely couldn’t stomach the news so suddenly and alone. I love you Kim Seokjin but that shit was horrible 🤯😶😒

😂😂 I feel you! you can understand but at the same time you can’t excuse it 🤧

@bri-mal replied: 🥺😭😭 oh damn! This hurts all over again!!!

sorry 🥺

@nanied93 replied: I forgave him but this reminds me why I was mad at him in the first place lol

lmao I’m dredging up forgotten feelings 😬

@firesighgirl reblogged and said: seokjin losing his shit next to the water cooler is way funnier after all those asks with him fainting by it and I couldn't stop laughing with jks strong sperm narrative💀 poor seokjin he was going through it!!!!😫 thankfully everything's gonna work out in the end!!

LOL what good times they were when we were wondering what could have happened to him 🤣 but the poor guy was going through it at the water cooler 😩

@rj-moon reblogged and said: Apologize with tears. 😭poor jin though, I can’t for the life of me hold it past him. That’s a lot to take in. Even if it was cowardice. Almost like a fight or flight response. Ugh. My heart.Oc didn’t deserve being left, but where we are at now, it’s ok I forgive you Jordyn HAHAHAH.

Yeahh, he was definitely a coward in that moment and he knows it :/ fight or flight is exactly it! lmao, thank you for forgiving me! I made up for it, didn’t I 🥺

@allorarever reblogged and said: when i had read the previous chapters of S1 with mc’s pov, i.. *guilt is stopping this user to speak* .....thought he is an ass who..who...who just pretended to be nice.bullshit, i feel like slapping myself because not only mc was in a difficult, difficult situation, seokjin was struck there too, his mind was overflowing with such intrusive thoughts that even before he knew he was doing it.oh my god, it was equally hard for both of them..it was really very hard, i do realise, oh god..i want to give this seokjin a tight hug and head pats rn. he was puzzled, shocked and scared. oh my god. i just ...it's the situation who made him do that, feel that way.seokjin is gonna be an amazing dad, i know that, and he needed comfort at that moment, the moment he felt everything was falling apart..the time i read that he cared so much for mc that he took blame on himself for her being pregnant, how much he cared for her, lord i just..i feel so bad for thinking like that ,i swear he's such a nice person here i— .also, ha! i love these drabbles from seokjin’s pov.he's the man of my dreams, cough, i didn't at all say anything, all what i said was that i love these drabbles and you! Take care xx

Yes, he is a very kind and genuine person who has a lot of insecurities 🤧 and he made a mistake by running off, but he knows that and didn’t try to make up any excuses, so we forgive him along with Oc - it’s in the past! Thank you for reading, I’m glad you’re enjoying his pov! they’ve been fun to write!

#fic:9mtfil #replies

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thegreymoon · 2 years

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Broker

Just one more sitting and then I am freeeeeeeeeee 😆😆 And then I can move on to kill off more braincells with Lie to Love.

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Well, at least they made up.

Don’t get me wrong, this drama is trash squared, but I’d still be very upset if he died with her hating him.

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She needs so much therapy she is never going to get. So much misery for one lifetime.

Anyway, this actress is brilliant and I hope I can watch her in an actually good drama one day.

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Okay, full face of makeup not withstanding, but they could have at least wet her hair to have him dry it 🤣🤣

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Aww, she has them mixed up in her mind 😕

Also, are we just supposed to pretend he didn’t rape her than force her to marry him and ship this?

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Oh, Gollum, you deserve all the suffering tenfold!

With all that said, despite clowning on him all the time, I actually like this actor a lot and he’s very handsome (despite looking like Gollum when he sneers at people), so I hope I’ll get to watch him again elsewhere. He and Mo Li were breakouts for me in this drama.

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So, I spoiled myself for this and I know that this cutie is his daughter, but Gollum is raising her? REALLY?

Well, I hope he at least loves her.

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Aww, she’s adorable and I want to squish her!! 🤗

I’m as childfree as they come and she’s giving me a hint of baby rabies!

Also, LOL, Xiaoshan, is kidnapping a baby really better than corporate espionage? Really? I cannot with him 🤣🤣

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*sighs*

How about the two of just get together and raise this child? And maybe get Xianglan out of the mental institution and let her call you whatever she wants. So much pain and suffering avoided just by embracing polyamory!

Also, when you have better chemistry with Gollum than with your female lead, that is a clear sign your romance is not working.

Anyway, I’m going to pretend the rest of this drama doesn’t happen, Jianing fucks off back to China with her formula, and Xiaoshan leads a happy, yet unconventional life, married to Gollum and Xianlang. After they murder Uncle Zha and dismember his corpse, of course.

Mo Li can also just go back to China and date Jiaxin. Idgaf about Qin Bin. He and Jianing can just get married to their work.

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Finally someone does something semi-intelligent on this show.

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The prettiest 🖤

The things I will watch for his face!

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I can’t get over the fact that the only sexy scene we got in this drama is not even with the main lead and the female lead, but with the male lead and his EX 🙄🙄

Seriously speaking, though, filming a ROMANCE with no kissing (at the very least!!) is just like filming a hospital procedural with no medical cases, or a cop show with no crime 😕

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LAST EPISODE!! LAST EPISODE!! *throws confetti*

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The last episode is getting off to a good start with some prime LYX whump 😋

With that said, I can’t believe this stupid show made me wait 42 episodes for it 😒 This entire drama would have been drastically improved if they had made him cry more and reduced the fucking office gosspis.

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Lovely 🧡

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Kill me now 😭😭

Where was this cuteness for the rest of this awful drama?

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Well. There goes Mo Li 😶 Pointless death is pointless.

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Honestly, fuck this drama. Mo Li deserved better.

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The cute!! 😭 I am dead and buried 😭😭

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The amount of nonsense this drama is subjecting me to 🙄

Like a top-level pharmacist would not know that those chemicals don’t do any of the things they need but do cause explosions. They are really insulting our intelligence here.

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This show is so embarrassing that I keep procrastinating with just ending it.

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Yes, he is. He’s very, very stupid. We all agree.

I want to say he’s lucky he’s at least pretty, but... well. That doesn’t seem to have done him any good either.

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Meh. No great loss there.

Your love was never much to begin with.

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OMG, please shoot him already 😒

He murdered your mother. Destroyed the woman you love. Stole your daughter. Got your sister killed. Like, what are you waiting for? What are you still thanking him for bringing you up for? I am done. So, so, so done.

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Bye-bye, Zhou Xiaoshan!

When your male lead is killed off and instead of being upset, I am sitting here bored as hell because there was so much nonsense leading up to it, it killed of any and all point to this story and its characters.

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Of course this garbage drama couldn’t wrap up without shallow propaganda.

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I AM FREEEEEEE 🎈🎉🎊🎉🎊🎈

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But of course they ended this with a compilation of the main couple’s “romantic” moments together and it’s all a montage of her being super awkward with him and very uncomfortable whenever he tried to kiss her or be close to her. Poor Yunxi, he tried his best, but it’s hard to pull off chemistry when your love interest looks like she’s one breath away from kneeing you in the groin if you get close enough.

Anyway, this is a terrible drama. Make better choices than I did. Don’t watch it. 0/10, do not recommend.

#luo yunxi #broker #broker spoilers #broker ep41 #broker ep42

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jojotichakorn · 2 years

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Goodnight Archer

Okay, I scrolled way back but I couldn’t find a particular post that made me think you’re British. I think it’s just that: a.) your English is reaally good; b.) the okidoki thing; c.) your name; d.) the times at which you’re online [this site is always open on my tabs] and e.) idk I might have mixed up being Russian and living in Russia. 🤦‍♀️ Did I mention I was “dumb of ass”? 🤫

Yeah, I should really be asleep rn, but it’s good to vent in your inbox from time to time. (I hope you’ll let me; sorry for the elaborate complaint about COVID!) About the breakdown: I’m taking it one step at a time, and it really helped to have talked to my mum about it. (1 thing about which I can’t complain: my mum, in her current form, is the best person in the world! 💚 And most importantly: she is my person, and I am so so grateful to still have her in my life…let’s say it’s not a given in our situation 🥺)

Well, in a way it’s good; it’s was high time that I definitively worked through my self image and bullying stuff. (I was already working on that ftr; tv didn’t induce me to do so!) And I still have the OST on repeat… But I really hope GMMTV know what they are doing. Because this show is going to be controversial from the start. (Never have I seen a Tumblr tag so empty after the first episode… 😶) Also, no offence, but I think you must have me mixed up with an anon bc I am not the Win stan. 😂 (He really has a nice voice, @operanon, but I definitely would not call myself a “stan”!)

For full disclosure: after five years in the Skamdom, I definitely suffer from “Be kind always” syndrome. 🤡 (Basically, a innate refusal that people can really be evil and stay bad…without any kind of explanation or excuse.)

So as for Wai, I will still be putting my noise cancelling headphones on and pretend that there must a reason if it was really Wai. Thanks for pointing out the POV thing; I feel that’s often overlooked in discussion. But that’s what makes Bad Buddy (imho) so ingenious -> the subtlety of POV. We’ll see what will become of Wai, and maybe my standard is a bit too high as far as redemption arcs are concerned (after 7 years of studying top shelf literature/ literary “classics” that tends to happen. 🤓). But I hope it will be something good (esp bc of the infamous group picture -> I meant what I said; the look on Wai’s face is…strange in that picture 🤨).

Love,

— Thel. 💚

well, thank you for complimenting my english, though i usually get "are you american?" about it, i also didn't realize archer was a particularly british name (i did pick it out myself for unrelated-to-britain reasons), and moscow doesn't have too big of a time difference with anywhere in britain (3 hours) - add to that the fact that i am a night owl and usually go to bed at around 2 am and there you have it.

you are free to vent in my inbox any time, and i'm very glad your mother is so nice - that is something to cherish!!

i am also so sorry, i did straight up mix you up with operanon 😭😭😭 we were just talking with them about it so much and then you brought it up and i got my wires crossed, thousands of apologies.

also listen, i was in the skam fandom as well, but noora was looking at that sign before going out with william, and he is a fucking dickhead, so maybe you should rethink it a bit /lh we will see what they do with wai in the future, though - i'm hoping it's going to be good :(

#archer responds #thel tag

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hard-core-super-star · 6 months

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poor rubix's brain.... I'm starting to think this is a cry for help

but then you won't get a star either, or else your ego will go through the roof! OKAY, WAIT A MINUTE. we are definitely not talking about them and this is a really long article, an article that by the way I didn't start reading and didn't get my jaw dropped by the quotes from some poems, and obviously didn't give me any ideas or inspiration to write something. Okay, since you wouldn't like to point that out, I wouldn't like to say that this makes a lot of sense and that now I liked some of the poems mentioned even more-

your Insta page is actually your worst enemy and makes a point of throwing information and things in your face, forcing you to see just like the birdbox guy opening the woman's eyes so she can see the “invisible” things making everyone want to die. OH- your insta page IS your birdbox guy-

not all men... coff coff but always a man coff coff. and my god yes???? there are so many disgusting comments, there's no way anyone can look at this and think it's OK for people to say things like that or think that hailee isn't uncomfortable with this shit.

It's just funny that we both agreed to leave it out but kept adding a few things, consequently coming back to the topic lmao. the closet is glass but it's the kind of glass that only mimes can see fr. I already said I'm not good with words and it came out a mess, do you still want me to talk about my thoughts on Kate? 😭

– 🌟

we are going to pretend like my mind totally didn't go blank when i read that first part 😶 ANYWAY, you could argue my entire blog IS a cry for help and you probably wouldn't be wrong.

unfortunately, my ego will go through the roof no matter what but i admire your efforts. i’m so glad you didn’t read it because it definitely doesn't do a great job of explaining things that took me like three months to research. and i definitely don't think about the “armed cavalier” poem every day and become awe-struck all over again. and i’m extra glad we're not bringing emily dickinson into it because they definitely don't have a bunch of poems about death, immortality, and the idea of heaven that hurt a lot because they were both most definitely queer.

that's a perfect way to describe it, ngl. i hate using Instagram now because every time, there's that sense of dread about what it's going to show me. like i’m just trying to find pretty pictures of olivia rodrigo, i do not care about football!!

yeah, it's absolutely awful and it maybe wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if i didn't have a feeling JA actively encourages those kinds of comments. maybe not from his fans but i bet he's not policing his teammates if they want to say shit like that about hailee.

i know, we have to stop encouraging each other to keep ranting about it but there's just SO much to say. i need someone to just get it over with and smash that damn glass closet before i lose my mind. you say this as if i didn't admit to rereading everything you send like four messages ago. if your thoughts on kate are anything like those essays you sent, i am 119% on board. like, my blog is practically dedicated to all my thoughts on kate, so it's not like anyone’s dying to hear what i think ‘cause i’m pretty consistent in my depictions of her. in conclusion, YES, i want to hear your thoughts!

#rubix replies #🌟

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Okay so I have a probably bad idea for our boy michael addams. So as we know debbie is a bad ass vitch who get what she wants but since she comes to see fester, Michael happens to catch her eye so she takes it upon herself to try and...off.. Michaels goddess 😶 -Irish anon 🥔

Hey Anon. It's not a bad idea at all. I forgot about Debbie, since she was killed at the end, but I totally see her trying to have Michael, because he is more handsome than Fester, and because he is rich. She is stupid enough to believe that she can try to win him over (Y/N), than to think she can hurt his goddess with terrible consequences.

Unfortunately, I didn't have any other idea for Michael Addams, so I hope it will be enough for you, other Anon !

None of the Addams were fooled by the intentions of this dear Debbie, who had been circling Uncle Fester for weeks. She wanted to meet his family when she learned that he intended to leave his entire fortune to his nephews, especially Michael, because even if Gomez and Morticia were going to give him a little money, the majority of their inheritance was of course for their children. Since he was not married, and had no descendants, Fester had decided that what he owned would be for little Michael, whom he considered a bit like the son he had never had, even if he looked more like his other uncle, and that they had no blood ties, since he was the son of Morticia's sister.

"But I can't leave this little one with nothing, you understand my Debbie ? He deserves this money !"

"I understand, my sugar canary, I understand." Debbie growled, wanting to get rid of that Michael.

Her hatred disappeared when she discovered not a child, but a fifteen-year-old teenager, tall, magnificent, with his blond curls and blue eyes. None of her former husbands had been as handsome, charming, intelligent, and wealthy. Fester's heir became her new prey, although he was too young to marry yet. So she decided to continue flirting with his uncle, waiting for Michael to be of age, and then turn to him. It made the Addams laugh a lot. It made Michael laugh less, even if he played a bit from time to time with "auntie" Debbie, letting her think that he liked her and that he was not totally insensitive to her charms. The woman then found a man she could quickly ruin, so she disappeared for a few years, returning while Michael was at the University, to discover the handsome man he had become... and his girlfriend, (Y/N), whom he worshiped as a goddess. It was what he called her all the time.

"Dear Aunt Debbie !" he sang when he saw her coming, taking his lover's hand to kiss it. "I want you to meet (Y/N), my love, my life, my goddess. Cara mia, this is Aunt Debbie, a friend of Uncle Fester. She is very nice."

(Y/N) knew Michael well enough now to know when he was sarcastic, and she quickly understood, seeing him with this Debbie, his forced smile, his voice tinged with mockery, that he didn't like her at all. He didn't hate her, it was rare that someone was important enough for Michael to hate them, but he didn't like Debbie, the Addams didn't like her, but they found her fun, trying to manipulate them like that, thinking that she had a chance. However, now that he had found his goddess, Michael didn't really want to pretend to like her anymore, he didn't want to pretend to be ready to deceive his queen, even saying that it was false, even if he never would. Michael couldn't do that, not to her. So it was very clear from the start with Debbie : he was in love, he was happy, nothing would change that. Unfortunately, the woman did not want to understand, since no man had ever refused her anything. First, she kept trying to seduce him, but she quickly understood that it was not working, so Debbie decided to do the other thing she was good at, when she encountered a problem. She wanted to destroy the problem, so destroy (Y/N). She approached the goddess, pretending to be her friend, apologizing for her behaviour with Michael, to gain her trust. Michael immediately understood what she had in mind.

"Cara mia, try to avoid Debbie. Don't stay alone with her, don't go out with her, please."

"Why ?" she wondered. "Maybe she really understood that she had to stop."

"My goddess... You are adorable. Stay away from her."

No doubt she should have listened to him, (Y/N) knew Michael knew what he was talking about, but she wanted to believe in the best in people, so she gave Debbie a chance, agreeing to go out to the restaurant with her, because like that they would not be alone. For an hour everything was fine, they ate and chatted, then Debbie apologized to go to the bathroom before the desserts arrived, and she didn't come back. (Y/N) found herself with her cake in front of her, wondering what to do, and she was going to hang a bite when a hand grabbed her handle to stop it. It was Michael, who smiled tenderly at her.

"Come my goddess, let's go back home."

"Oh. Debbie is in the bathroom... I think. And I have to pay."

"I paid. Come."

He seemed a little angry, so (Y/N) obeyed without saying anything, leaving her cake. When they entered the Addams' mansion, Debbie was crying in the living room, telling how the poor (Y/N) had choked on her cake, that she died in front of her, and it was terrible ! She wanted to see Michael, to warn him and console him. He coughed to get her attention, and she immediately stopped crying when he saw that he was accompanied by (Y/N), who greeted her nervously. Gomez put his hands on Debbie's shoulders to keep her from getting up, looking his nephew straight in the eyes.

"Michael, I know what you want to do. I understand. But leave her to us. Don't waste your time with her, take care of your goddess, while we take care of this dear Debbie, as we should have years ago. It is because of our negligence that (Y/N) found herself in this situation, we feel responsible, because we love her very much, like a member of the family, and nobody touches an Addams. G to your room, my sweet children, have fun while we play with Debbie. For the last time."

Michael did not explain to (Y/N) that Debbie had tried to kill her by poisoning her cake, he did not need it, she understood and she felt stupid, thinking that he must be very disappointed and that he was going to yell at her. But not at all, he was not angry at her, he hugged her, telling her he was very scared and begging her never to do that again.

"Sorry... I wanted to believe that there was a chance that she would accept that we love each other and leave us alone. I thought I could convince her, or coax her."

"Cara mia, you're too pure for this world... I'm going to have to watch you all the time, to prevent someone from trying to abuse your kindness."

"What will happen to Debbie ?" she asked shyly.

"Well... They will kill her. Unless... you don't want to ?"

Neither the Addams nor Michael wanted to spare this horrible woman, but it was also the choice of (Y/N), and if she didn't want to, then they would get rid of her otherwise. His goddess looked at him for a long time, then she touched her stomach.

"I'm a bit hungry. I would like a cake."

"I'll prepare one for you right away my love !"

No one heard Debbie's cries in the cellar as Michael lovingly fed his goddess after depriving her of a cake as good as poisoned.

#american horror story apocalyspe #the addams family #michael langdon #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon x reader #michael addams

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