#sorry guys you can ignore this if you want

[23victoria]

Jealousy, Jealousy

f1 grid x fem!reader

wc: 2.1k

warnings: just the guys being jealous, a lil uncomfortable situations ig,

authors note: sorry i took so long with this anon 🥹🤍! also sorry if this is bad for some reason i was struggling 😓 also ignore any typos any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!! if you wanna join my taglist, click HERE!

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Lewis

You were at a quaint bookstore in London, browsing through the latest bestsellers. Lewis was busy with a media event, so you decided to take some time to yourself. While searching the shelves, a charming young man approached you, striking up a conversation about the book you were holding.

"So, are you a Ana Huang fan?" he asked, flashing a friendly smile.

You smiled back, appreciating the casual conversation. "Yes, I love her Twisted series! Currently reading book 2."

"That's one of the best books!" he said, inching closer. "I can definitely recommend some more books similar to hers! Maybe if I could get-"

Unbeknownst to you, Lewis had wrapped up his event early and decided to surprise you. He walked into the bookstore just as you were chatting with the stranger. He immediately noticed the man's enthusiastic gestures and your engaged expression. His protective instincts kicked in.

He approached with a confident stride, sliding an arm around your waist. "Hey, babe. Who's your friend?" Lewis's tone was polite, but his eyes were intense.

"Oh, Lewis! This is Tom, we were just talking about The Twisted Series!" you said, trying to ease the tension.

Tom extended his hand, but Lewis's grip on your waist tightened slightly. "Nice to meet you, Tom. I'm Lewis."

Tom picked up on the vibe and quickly made his exit. "Nice to meet you too. I'll let you two enjoy your day."

As Tom walked away, you turned to Lewis, raising an eyebrow. "Is that a hint of jealousy I detect?"

Lewis chuckled, relaxing his hold. "Maybe a little. Can you blame me? He was cleary interested."

You kissed his cheek, reassured by his protectiveness. "You’re cute when you get like this, you know you're the only one for me."

Max 

You were at a trendy bar in Monaco with some friends, celebrating your  movie premiere. Max was racing that weekend, so you hadn't expected to see him. While chatting at the bar, a guy approached you, complimenting your dress.

"That dress looks amazing on you," he said smoothly.

"Thanks," you replied, smiling politely.

Max, who had finished his practice session early, decided to surprise you. He walked into the bar and immediately spotted you talking to the stranger. His mood darkened as he saw the guy leaning in closer to you.

Max wasted no time, walking straight over and placing a possessive hand on your lower back. "Hey, schatje. Who's this?"

You turned, surprised and delighted to see him. "Max! This is Jason. He just complimented me on my dress."

Jason, sensing the tension, took a step back. "Nice to meet you, Max. You look beautiful Y/N, nice talking to you."

Max nodded curtly, watching Jason leave before turning his attention back to you. "What was that about?"

"Just a compliment," you said, smiling. "Why are you jealous?"

Max pulled you into a deep kiss, making sure everyone in the bar knew you were his. "No."

You laughed, hugging him tightly. "Yes you are, but it’s okay, I like when you get jealous. Besides you're the only one I want, Maxie."

Charles 

You were at the university library, studying for an upcoming exam. Charles was away for a race, so you decided to focus on your studies. A fellow classmate approached you, asking if he could join you at your table.

"Sure," you said, moving your books to make space.

The two of you started discussing your coursework, but the conversation soon shifted to more personal topics. Just as the guy was about to ask you out for coffee, Charles walked in. He had flown back earlier than expected to surprise you.

He saw you laughing with the guy and felt a pang of jealousy. Charles walked over, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Hey, love. Mind if I join you?"

You looked up, surprised and thrilled. "Charles! Of course, sit down. This is Peter, we were just studying."

Peter quickly excused himself, sensing the unspoken tension. "I'll see you around, Y/N."

As Peter left, Charles took his seat beside you, his arm draped protectively over your shoulders. "Who was that?"

"Just a classmate," you said, amused by his reaction. "Jealous much?"

Charles sighed, pulling you closer. "Maybe. But I have every right to be, I mean look at you, you're gorgeous. Any person with common sense would want you."

You kissed his cheek, whispering, "You're adorable, Char! You never have to worry about that. Trust me, you're the only one I want."

Oscar 

You were at a cozy café in Melbourne, waiting for your boyfriend. He had a busy schedule, but you managed to find time for a quick coffee date. While waiting, a guy at the next table struck up a conversation.

"Do you come here often?" he asked, clearly interested.

"Not really, just waiting for someone," you replied, hoping he would take the hint. 

He leaned in a bit closer, a confident smile on his face. "Well, maybe while you wait, we could get to know each other better."

Oscar walked in at that moment, his eyes narrowing as he saw the guy leaning in closer to you as he spoke. He walked over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Hey, baby. Ready to go?"

The guy quickly backed off, realizing he was intruding. "Oh, I'll leave you two to it," he said, standing up and walking away.

Oscar watched him go before turning to you. "Who was that?"

"I don’t know, just some random guy," you said, smiling up at him. "You feeling okay? You look a little red?"

Oscar shakes his head, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Looking at him you say, “You sure it’s not because you got a little jealous?”

Oscar chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Maybe a little. I just can't stand the thought of anyone else getting your attention."

You hugged him tightly, giving him a short kiss. "You just have to get used to having a very attractive girlfriend baby."

“I guess I do.” he says cheekily wrapping his arm around your waist as you guys walk out. 

Carlos 

You were in the pit lane, watching the preparations for the upcoming race. Carlos was busy with the team, so you decided to explore the area. A fellow fan, noticing your VIP pass, struck up a conversation.

"Are you here for the race?" he asked, clearly impressed by your pass.

"Yes, I'm here with my boyfriend," you replied, trying to be polite but distant.

"That's great," he said, undeterred by the mention of your boyfriend. "Is this your first time attending, or are you a regular?"

"Regular." you responded, hoping the conversation would end soon.

"Oh, so your boyfriend's rich, huh?" he remarked with a smirk.

"Uh, sure…yeah," you replied, taken aback and uncomfortable with his comment.

Carlos, having finished his briefing, spotted you talking to the guy. His protective instincts flared up as he saw him getting a bit too friendly.

He walked over, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey, cariño. Everything okay?"

The guy quickly stepped back, realizing who Carlos was. "Oh, hey, big fan. Just talking about the race."

Carlos nodded curtly, his grip on your waist firm. "Enjoy the race."

As the fan walked away, you turned to Carlos, smiling. "Thanks for the save."

"No problem," he replied, his expression softening.

"You know, I love how protective you are," you said, leaning into him. "And maybe when you get jealous just a little. It's cute."

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Lets go get some food, cariño."

Lando 

You were at a gaming convention, enjoying the various booths and activities. Lando was busy with a panel discussion, so you decided to explore. A fellow gamer struck up a conversation, discussing the latest games.

"Have you tried the new VR game?" he asked, clearly excited.

"Not yet, but it looks amazing," you replied, sharing his enthusiasm.

"Yeah, it's fantastic," he said, his eyes lighting up. "I wouldn't mind showing a beautiful girl like you how to use it sometime. It'd be fun."

Lando, having finished his panel, spotted you chatting with the gamer. Jealousy panned over him as he saw the guy flirting with you. 

He walked over, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey baby! What are we talking about?"

The gamer quickly felt the energy shift. "Just talking about the new VR game."

Lando nodded, his grip on your waist firm. "Cool."

As the gamer walked away, you turned to Lando, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"

Lando sighed, pulling you closer. "What?! It’s not my fault he was interested in my girlfriend."

You smiled, kissing his cheek. "Key word in that sentence is “my girlfriend”."

Sebastian 

You were attending a charity event, mingling with various guests. Sebastian was busy with the organizers, so you decided to socialize. A charming gentleman approached you, engaging you in a lively conversation about the event.

"It's great to see so many people supporting this cause," he said, smiling.

"Absolutely," you replied, enjoying the conversation.

He leaned in a little closer, his tone becoming more personal. "Especially when someone as beautiful as you is here."

You smile nervously, not expecting his direct approach. "Oh, thank you," you responded, trying to look around and grab Seb’s attention.

Sebastian, having finished his duties, spotted you talking to the guy, looking around. He saw the man getting too friendly and walked over to you.

He walked over, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey, honey. Would you like a drink? Oh! Who's this?"

The gentleman quickly realized he was intruding. "Just talking about the event."

Sebastian nodded, his grip on your waist firm. "Enjoy the evening then."

As the man walked away, you turned to Sebastian, raising an eyebrow. "I love when you get protective, it’s hot, the jealousy too."

Sebastian smirked, pulling you closer. "Jealous? Me?! Don’t know what you’re talking about."

You smiled, kissing his cheek. "Mhmm, yea, yea. Let’s get my drink."

Jenson 

You were attending an award ceremony, mingling with various celebrities. Jenson was busy with interviews, so you decided to socialize. A charming actor approached you, engaging you in a lively conversation about the a.

"It's great to see so many talented people here," he said, smiling.

"Agreed," you replied, engaging in the conversation."All nominees this year were very talented and impressive."

He nodded thoughtfully, then leaned in a little closer, his gaze lingering on you. "Speaking of impressive, I couldn't help but notice how stunning you look tonight."

You chuckled softly, flattered but unsure how to respond. "Thank you, that's very kind of you."

He grinned charmingly. "So, are you here with anyone special tonight?"

Jenson spotted you talking to the guy. And started to walk towards you. 

He walked over, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey, baby. Who's this?"

The actor quickly realized you were taken. "Just talking about the event."

Jenson nodded, his grip on your waist firm. "Yea, it’s a nice thing."

As the man walked away, you turned to Jenson, raising an eyebrow. "Nice thing?"

Jenson sighed, pulling you closer so he can squeezing your waist. "Didn’t know what to say without being rude so that's what came to my mind."

You smiled and kissed him gently. "Let’s go check out the catering at this 'nice thing'."

Daniel

You were exploring a quaint art gallery in Paris, enjoying the serene atmosphere and the beauty of the artwork on display. Daniel had left his phone in the car, leaving you to appreciate the art alone. As you admired a painting, a friendly gallery assistant approached, eager to discuss the artist's work.

"This piece here is quite exceptional," he said, gesturing towards a vivid abstract painting. "It really captures the essence of movement and emotion."

"It truly does," you replied, appreciating his enthusiasm. "The color blending and stippling is beautiful."

He smiled warmly. "You have a keen eye for art. Beautiful art for a beautiful girl."

"Oh, thank you," you said, trying to show no interest.

Daniel walked into the gallery, He approached, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey, baby. Finding any new favorites?"

The gallery assistant reacted quickly to Daniel's presence and backed away. "Just discussing the beautiful artwork," he explained.

Daniel nodded casually. "Thanks for your insights, but we're good here."

As the gallery assistant politely excused himself, you turned to Daniel with a playful smirk. "Oh, someoness jealouss?"

Daniel chuckled softly, pulling you closer. "No, no. Protective, yes. Jealous, could never be me."

You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Mhm hm, if you say so."

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[sweet1delusi0ns]

Class 1A boys getting a surprise kiss──☆*:・ﾟ

MHA/fem!reader

Characters: Izuku, katsuki, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, Denki, Sero, Tokoyami, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, Koji!

IZUKU~

Surprising him scares him so much (poor guy) he either flinches back or starts instantly blushing. You come up behind him as quiet as can be and give him a little kiss on the cheek he will flip!

“aaAHHHHH- oh… h-hey y/n…your scared me…” “aw sorry I just wanted to give you a kiss~” “dont sneak up on me y/n! Your gunna get thrown threw a wall-” “Aw I just wanted to show you lovee!” “Warn me next time!” The whole time he was reddd~

KATSUKI~

Bro thinks he’s so cool trying to tease you with sneak kissed but the second you do it back to him it’s suddenly ‘not funny anymore’. So whenever you surprise kiss him he pushes you off and huffs like a baby

“Surprise~” “UGH WHAT ARE Y-YOU DOING!!” “Aw why so mad?” “ITS NOT FUNNY STOP IT!” He covered his face with one hand because he knows he’s turning red “aw my suki likes kissed! Mwa mwa mwaaa” “STOP!!”

SHOTO~

He doesn’t understand that he deserves kisses, especially when he didn’t do anything to ‘deserve’ the kiss. So when you surprise kiss him he is confused as he Is flustered

“W…what was that for?” “I can’t give you a kiss?” “Uhm I guess you can but I didn’t do anything-” “you don’t need too! I just wanted a kiss” “really? Well thank you…may I have another? For free?” “heh yes for free~"

TENYA~

He wants to be “cool” so bad but he can’t with you~ so whenever you give him a sneaky kiss he’s just like “stopppp :>” and either runs away or covers his face with both hands (yk how he does)

“What was that…” “uhm a kiss?” “Oh!…whatever….” “…” “heheheheehehehehe” “uh?” He just covers his face and wiggles like a weirdo- “hehe she kissed mee”

EIJIROU~

Wants to act cool and kinda does? Whenever you sneak kiss him he does it back to make it seem like not a big deal but flaunts it to his friends later~

“Aw thanks y/n! Mwa” “your so cute~!” You smother his face in kisses which he did not mind!! “T-thank you…a-again-“ “anything for youuu” 10 minutes later: “YOU GUYS SHE KISSED LIKE EVERY INCH OF MY FACE?!”

DENKI~

Yk that stupid Face he does when he short circuits, yeah he makes that face intentionally when you scare him with a kiss on the cheek. He jumps, maybe yelps a little then he realizes it’s you and makes that stupid face-

“AUH!” “It’s me…?” “Oh…. (-ヮ-)” “don’t ever make that face at me again what-” “sorry! You just caught me off gaurd!” “You just want another kiss huh?” “Yes.” “Fine but that face is not cute”

SERO~

The only time it ever really gets to him is if it’s in public!! So when you sneak up on him and give him a kiss when he’s with his friends he will get so flustered and pushes you away while looking at the ground~

“Mwaa hey babe” “Y/N?!” “What?” He pushes you out of ear shot from his friends “d-dont do that infront of my friends! It’s embarrassing!” “Is being kissed embarrassing or is you being red embarrassing?” “Shut up.” He walks back to his friends acting like you didn’t exist . Later when you give him the silent treatment for ignoring you he won’t leave you alone till he gets another kiss

TOKOYAMI~

Most of the time dark shadow snitches on you before you even get to him, but the few times you sneak past him is so cute! When you startle him with a cheek kiss he jump and his feathers puff out in fear. Then acts like he wasn’t scared at all

“No need to puff up it was just a kiss?” “Uh? Puff up I don’t know what you mean.” “Your feathers are puffed out? Ohhh you got scared!!” “Not possible!” “Deny it all you want!…you are really fluffy though” “stop!” He turns his back to you so he can be flustered in peace

AOYAMA~

Stuck up little shit. But you know it’s all in good fun, he does love you but sometimes you think he loves himself a little more which he doesn’t (off character ik, it’s a HC ok!) so mostly when you surprise kiss him he just makes it abt him-

“Aw y/n~ id Kiss me every second of the day too!” “Uh-” “I am so awfully dazzling I couldn’t resist either~” “ok no more kisses for you.” “WAIT WHAT NO?”

OJIRO~

Smart boy so he has made it a habit of keeping his tail circled around him so he can feel your footsteps through the floor, or trip you (LOL) so the only way you can get him is when he is sitting. He thinks he’s safe when he’s sitting but he isn’t

You creep up behind him and grab his shoulder, you pull your head around his and give him a very aggressive kiss! “GOTCHAA” “y/n that’s not fair I wasn’t ready for that!” “It is so fair, I get to kiss you, and you get a kiss from me! Fair!” “Ugh! Next time warn me! So I can trip you” “what?”

SATO~

Big boy! He isn’t scared of surprise kisses at all, shockingly he is one of the few who don’t even flinch at all. So you just jump on his back randomly and smother his cheeks with kisses!

“Sneak attack! Mwa mwaaa MWAAA” “y/n~ stop!” “Why???” “Cuz i want a real one!” He points to his lips and you gave him a soft smooch there too! He also likes it when you squish is face when kissing himm

SHOJI~

Another one who doesn’t get scared, just really shy. You have seen him without a mask but he is still a little insecure about it (writing abt that later😍). So when you pull his mask down and kiss his lips he hides away sometimes~

“Shoji?” “Yes love?” You pull his mask down to give him a soft kiss on his lip before pulling it back up to not make him uncomfortable. He broke “that’s all~” “one moment…” he just crouches to the ground to hide for a second to think of a plan. When he’s done hiding he comes back up and kisses you back with rosy cheeks!

KOJI~

Just don’t, he will die, From being scared and or flustered. You have to warn him no matter what! So it normally goes like this

“Hey koji” “um…yes?” He only talks in private or if it’s important! “Im warning you, I’m gunna kiss you” “…hu-” smooch “there!…you gunna be ok?” He collapses to the ground hiding in his knees which are against his chest “mhm…” “your so cute~” “*squealing noise*”

Not proooooof readdddd cuz I’m lazyyyy😍

Literally gunna write class 1B next they need more love cuz they such cutiesss

[bloodreinasbathwater]

It's Always Been You

Part 5

Jack Hughes X F!Reader (Childhood Best friend)

a.n: Don't beat me up guys. I know this damn chapter took forever but fr I didn't know where to take this chapter, I was going to start with a flashback, so it wasn't boring but even that was boring. so after the long-awaited hiatus here is the next chapter!!!

Warnings: anxiety, kissing, eventual smut (part 6), arguments, unrequited love, ignore the mentions of summer I was to lazy to remove them lol.

Word Count - 4,163

Summary : When do you finally accept that it's time to move on? When do you finally admit that everything you fought so hard to forget is exactly what you're meant to remember for the rest of your life? How long can he pretend that it hasn't always been you?

Jacks masterlist

The Michigan sun streamed through the gauzy curtains of the guest room, the faint light of the morning sun illuminated her features, showcasing her furrowed brow and pensive eyes as she stirred awake.

For a blissful moment, she forgot where she was—and why her heart felt so heavy. Then reality crashed over her like a wave, and she remembered: Jack's family home, the ill-fated confession, and the potential love that she left back in Jersey.

Y/N sat up, running her fingers through her tangled hair, which was tousled from sleep. The distant laughter from downstairs was like music to her ears, a sound that she had grown to love —Jack's chuckle unmistakable even from afar. Her heart clenched. How was she supposed to act normal when every fiber of her being ached to be near him?

Her eyes darted towards her phone, resting on the soft sheets next to her. The glowing screen illuminated a new message and a missed call from Liam, causing her heart to flutter with anticipation and guilt. Ignoring it, she tossed the phone aside and decided to get up and get dressed.

She dressed slowly, each movement deliberate as she tried to delay the inevitable. The soft cotton of her favorite t-shirt offered little comfort as she pulled it over her head. It smelled faintly of home, of simpler times when loving Jack from afar seemed enough.

Hesitantly, Y/N made her way down the worn staircase, each creak of the wood echoing in her ears. Her heart raced as she prepared to face him, unsure of what the outcome would be. The aroma of coffee and bacon guided her to the kitchen, where Jack stood at the stove, spatula in hand.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he greeted, his voice carrying a hint of playful teasing. "Thought you might sleep through the whole trip," he added, his tone lighthearted yet genuine. He flashed that crooked smile that never failed to make her knees weak.

Y/N forced a laugh, hoping it sounded genuine. "And miss out on your world-famous pancakes? Never."

She slid onto a stool at the kitchen island, acutely aware of the distance between them—both physical and emotional. Jack moved around the kitchen with easy grace, and Y/N found herself tracking his every movement. The flex of his forearms as he flipped a pancake, the way his t-shirt stretched across his shoulders when he reached for a plate.

"Earth to Y/N," Jack's voice cut through her reverie. She blinked and looked up to see him staring at her with a mixture of amusement and concern, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She realized with a start that he must have asked her a question while she was lost in her own world.

"Sorry, what?" she mumbled, feeling heat rise to her cheeks.

"I asked if you wanted blueberries in your pancakes. You okay? You seem a million miles away."

If only he knew how present she was—how every cell in her body seemed attuned to his presence. "I'm fine," she lied smoothly. "Just a little tired. And yes to blueberries, please."

As Jack turned back to the stove, Y/N caught a flicker of something in his eyes. Was it longing? Regret? Or just her imagination playing cruel tricks? She pushed the thought away, focusing instead on the plate he set before her.

They ate in companionable silence, but Y/N was hyperaware of every accidental brush of their hands, every shared glance. The pancakes tasted like sawdust in her mouth as she struggled to maintain the facade of normalcy.

"So," Jack said, breaking the silence, "we were thinking of taking the boat out today. Weather's perfect for it, just a little chilly."

Y/N's stomach dropped. The thought of being trapped on a small boat with Jack, pretending everything was fine, seemed unbearable. "Oh, um, actually..." she started, scrambling for an excuse.

Jack's smile was encouraging, but Y/N could see a flicker of disappointment in his eyes at her hesitant response. Just then, Luke appeared in the doorway, hair tousled from sleep.

"Morning, everyone," he said, his smile bright as he made his way to Y/N. He dropped a kiss on her cheek, and she saw Jack's jaw tighten almost imperceptibly.

"Luke," Y/N said, an idea forming. "Jack was just telling me about going out on the boat. What do you think about staying behind with me instead? I'm not really feeling up to it, and I'd love to explore the yard a bit."

She saw a flicker of something cross Jack's face before he masked it with a nonchalant shrug. "Sure, if that's what you want. Daphne and I can take my parents out."

The mention of Daphne sent a fresh wave of pain through Y/N's chest, a sharp ache that tightened her throat. Her eyes flickered with a hint of hurt before she quickly masked it.

She forced a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes, which darted away to avoid revealing too much. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, nails biting into her palms. "Sounds great," she managed to say, her voice strained. "You guys have fun."

…

As they finished breakfast and plans were made for the day, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that she was standing on the edge of a precipice. Every interaction with Jack felt charged, laden with unspoken words and suppressed emotions.

She watched him as he cleaned up the kitchen, his movements efficient and familiar. How many mornings had they spent like this, comfortable in each other's presence? Now, every moment felt like a bittersweet reminder of what she couldn't have.

When Jack's hand accidentally brushed hers as he reached for her empty plate, Y/N felt a jolt of electricity run through her. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world fell away. There was something in Jack's gaze—a softness, a question—that made her breath catch.

But then Luke's arm snaked around her waist, breaking the spell. "Ready to go for that walk?" he asked, oblivious to the tension in the room.

Y/N nodded, tearing her eyes away from Jack. As she let Luke lead her outside, she couldn't help but glance back. Jack stood in the doorway, watching them go, an unreadable expression on his face.

The air was thick with the scent of pine and possibilities as Y/N stepped onto the porch. She took a deep breath, trying to clear her head of thoughts of Jack. But even as she walked away, she could feel the invisible thread that connected them, pulling taut with every step.

The afternoon sun hung high in the cloudless Michigan sky, its warmth a stark contrast to the chill that had settled in Y/N's chest. She stood on the weathered dock, watching as Jack's family bustled around, preparing for their boat outing. The gentle lapping of water against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to the chaos but did little to calm her racing thoughts.

Jack emerged from the boathouse, his chestnut hair pushed back carelessly, revealing the strong angles of his face. The pale blue shirt he wore clung to his athletic frame, bringing out the cerulean depths of his eyes - eyes that seemed to seek Y/N's gaze with an intensity that made her breath catch.

She found herself drinking in the sight of him, memorizing every detail as if it might be the last time she'd see him like this: carefree, relaxed, and heartbreakingly handsome.

As Jack approached, carrying a cooler, Y/N caught a whiff of his cologne - a woodsy scent that reminded her of countless shared adventures and unspoken longings. She fought the urge to close her eyes and lose herself in the familiar aroma.

"Sure you don't want to join us?" Jack asked, his voice low and tinged with something Y/N couldn't quite place. Was it hope? Regret?

Before she could respond, a melodious laugh cut through the air. Daphne sauntered down the dock, her presence as imposing as it was graceful.

She was the epitome of old money elegance, from her designer dress to her oversized sunglasses. Her honey-blonde hair fell in big, bouncy curls reminiscent of a 1970s fashion icon, framing a face that belonged on magazine covers.

"Oh, Jack!" Daphne called out, her voice saccharine sweet. "Don't forget the picnic basket I prepared. Remember how we used to love our little sunset dinners on the lake?"

Y/N felt her stomach twist, the image of Jack and Daphne sharing romantic moments on the boat searing itself into her mind. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms as she fought to maintain her composure.

Jack's eyes flickered between Y/N and Daphne, a conflicted expression clouding his features. "Right," he muttered, "I'll grab it."

As he turned to head back to the house, Y/N couldn't help but notice the way his gaze lingered on her, a silent plea in his eyes that she couldn't decipher. The moment stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words and suppressed emotions.

Daphne, not oblivious to the tension, sidled up to Jack, placing a perfectly manicured hand on his arm. "We should recreate one of our romantic sunset cruises," she purred, loud enough for Y/N to hear. "For old times' sake."

The suggestion hung in the air like a challenge. Y/N felt a surge of emotions - jealousy, hurt, and an overwhelming desire to stake her claim. Before she could stop herself, words tumbled from her lips, sharp and biting.

"I'm sure Jack's made plenty of new memories since then," Y/N said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "No need to dwell on the past, right?"

The dock fell silent, the only sound the gentle creaking of the boat against its moorings. Jack's head snapped up, his eyes wide as they met Y/N's, there was surprise there.

Daphne's smile faltered for a moment before she recovered, tightening her grip on Jack's arm. "Of course," she replied, her tone icy. "Though some memories are worth revisiting, wouldn't you agree, Jack?"

Jack stood frozen between the two women, the conflict evident on his face. His eyes darted between Y/N and Daphne, as if he were trying to solve an impossible equation. "I, uh..." he stammered, clearly at a loss for words.

A thick atmosphere of unease hung in the air, causing Jack's family to glance curiously at Y/N as they loaded the boat. She could feel their questioning stares, as if they could see the unspoken connection between her and Jack that she was trying to ignore. It seemed like everyone knew something that they didn't, except for the two of them.

Luke appeared at Y/N's side, sliding a lanky arm around her shoulders. "Everything okay here?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Y/N leaned into him, grateful for the support even as her heart ached for Jack. "Everything's fine," she replied, forcing a smile. "Just wishing everyone a good trip."

As the two began to board the boat, Y/N couldn't help but notice the way Jack's eyes kept finding her, even as Daphne chatted animatedly at his side. There was a longing in his gaze that mirrored the ache in her own chest, a silent communication that spoke volumes.

Daphne, sensing the shift in Jack's attention, redoubled her efforts. She laughed louder, touched him more frequently, her actions screaming of desperation and possessiveness. It was clear she felt threatened, her carefully crafted plans unraveling in the face of the unspoken connection between Jack and Y/N.

As the boat pulled away from the dock, Y/N stood with Luke and his parents, watching it disappear into the distance. The sun glinted off the water, momentarily blinding her. When she blinked away the spots in her vision, she could have sworn she saw Jack standing at the back of the boat, still looking in her direction.

"You okay?" Luke asked, giving her a gentle squeeze.

Y/N nodded, not trusting her voice. How could she explain the tumult of emotions raging inside her? The love, the longing, the frustration, and the glimmer of hope that refused to be extinguished?

she turned to walk back to the house with Luke, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted. And as much as it terrified her, a part of her welcomed it. Because pretending not to be in love with Jack was becoming harder with each passing moment.

The sun had begun its descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Y/N and Luke sat on the porch swing, the gentle creaking of its chains providing a soothing rhythm to their conversation.

Despite the picturesque setting, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach since the boat departed. Luke watched her, his brow furrowed with concern. He nudged her gently with his elbow. "Hey, space cadet. Where'd you go?"

Y/N blinked, forcing a smile. "Sorry, just... thinking."

"About Jack?" Luke asked, his tone free of judgment.

She sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. This was what she loved about Luke - his ability to read her, to understand without pushing. "Am I that obvious?"

Luke chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Only to someone who knows you as well as I do, sis."

The term of endearment brought a genuine smile to Y/N's face. Though they'd been dating for a short while, their relationship had always felt more familial than romantic. Luke was the brother she never had, a safe harbor in the storm of her feelings for Jack.

"Want to talk about it?" Luke offered, his arm coming around her shoulders in a comforting squeeze.

Y/N shook her head. "Not really. Distract me instead?"

Luke was quiet for a moment, then sat up straighter, causing Y/N to lift her head from his shoulder. "Actually," he said, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice, "I've got some news that might do the trick."

Y/N turned to face him, curiosity piqued by the gleam in his eye. "Oh yeah? What's up?"

Luke took a deep breath, barely containing his grin. "So, you know how I've been waiting to hear back about the draft?"

Y/N nodded, her heart beginning to race with anticipation. "Did you...?"

"I got drafted!" Luke exclaimed, his face breaking into a wide smile. "I'm moving to Jersey after the summer. I'll be playing for the same team!"

For a moment, Y/N sat in stunned silence, processing the information. Then, as the reality of Luke's words sank in, her eyes widened. "Are you serious?" she asked, her voice rising with excitement.

Luke nodded, his grin growing impossibly wider. "Dead serious. Got the call yesterday, but I wanted to tell you in person."

"Oh my god, Luke!" Y/N squealed, launching herself into his arms. The porch swing swayed dangerously with their movement, but neither of them cared. "I can't believe it! This is amazing!"

Luke laughed, wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug. "Believe it, sis. Your boy's going pro!"

Y/N pulled back, holding Luke at arm's length to look at him properly. His face was alight with joy, and she felt a surge of pride and affection for him. "I'm so proud of you," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "You've worked so hard for this."

Luke's expression softened, and he tucked a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear in a brotherly gesture. "Couldn't have done it without my number one cheerleader," he said with a wink.

Y/N punched his arm playfully. "Oh please, as if you need any more ego boosting."

They fell into comfortable laughter, the kind that comes from years of shared jokes and mutual understanding. As their mirth subsided, Y/N found herself marveling at the easy camaraderie between them. Luke had been her rock, her confidant, through all the ups and downs of her unrequited love for Jack. And now, he was embarking on this new adventure.

"So, Jersey huh?" Y/N mused, settling back into the swing. "That's not too far. I expect free tickets to all the games."

Luke grinned, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "You got it. VIP treatment for my favorite girl."

Y/N leaned into him, feeling a mix of excitement for Luke and a twinge of sadness at the thought of leaving him behind for the next couple months. "I'm going to miss you, how am I supposed to deal with Jack all alone until fall?" she admitted softly.

Luke squeezed her shoulder. "Hey, none of that. Summers gonna pass in the blink of an eye. Plus, think of all the headaches I’m gonna cause when I move in."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress her smile. "Always looking out for me, aren't you?"

"Someone's got to," Luke replied, his tone light but carrying an undercurrent of sincerity. "Especially with all this Jack drama."

Y/N tensed slightly at the mention of Jack, but Luke quickly steered the conversation back to his draft news, regaling her with details of the call and his future teammates. As they talked and laughed, the sun dipping lower on the horizon, Y/N felt some of the day's tension melt away.

…

The boat glided smoothly across the lake's surface, leaving a trail of ripples in its wake. Jack sat at the stern, his eyes fixed on the shrinking shoreline where he'd last seen Y/N. The fading sunlight caught the pale blue of his shirt, making his eyes appear even more vivid than usual.

Daphne sauntered over, her hips swaying with exaggerated grace. She held two glasses of champagne, bubbles fizzing merrily against the crystal. "Here you go, Jackie," she cooed, using the pet name that had once made his heart race but now only made him cringe inwardly.

"Thanks," Jack mumbled, accepting the glass without enthusiasm.

Undeterred by his lackluster response, Daphne settled herself next to him, pressing her leg against his in a way that was clearly meant to be alluring. "Remember our first boat trip together?" she asked, her voice dripping with nostalgia. "We watched the sunset right here."

Jack shifted uncomfortably, trying to put some distance between them without being overtly rude. "Yeah, I remember," he said noncommittally.

Daphne leaned in closer, the overpowering scent of her perfume suffocating him with its sickly sweetness. "We could recreate it, you know," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "For old times' sake."

Jack felt a twinge of something - nostalgia, perhaps, or the ghost of old feelings - and for a moment, he almost considered it. Daphne was familiar, safe in a way. She represented a simpler time, before these confusing feelings for Y/N had taken root.

But as he turned to respond, his eyes caught sight of the house in the distance. Even from here, he could make out two figures on the porch - Y/N and Luke, their heads close together in conversation. The sight sent a jolt through him, clearing away any lingering thoughts of rekindling things with Daphne.

Jack shook his head, gently but firmly removing Daphne's hand from his arm. "I'm sorry, Daph," he said, his voice soft but resolute. "But that's not going to happen again."

Daphne's perfectly plucked eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "But why not? We were so good together, Jackie. We could be again."

Jack took a deep breath, surprised by the relief he felt at finally voicing what he'd been feeling. "Because... I think I have feelings for Y/N."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Jack himself seemed surprised by his admission, as if hearing it out loud had solidified something he'd only half-acknowledged to himself.

"Feelings I don't quite understand yet," he continued, more to himself than to Daphne. "But they're there, and they're real."

Daphne's expression cycled rapidly through surprise, hurt, and finally settled on a mix of resignation and irritation. She plopped down next to him with a dramatic sigh, all pretense of seduction gone. "God, Jack," she said, rolling her eyes. "I could have told you that."

Jack blinked, startled. "What? How?"

Daphne took a long sip of her champagne before answering. "The night I came to see you after your game? The way you talked about her, the look in your eyes... It was obvious to anyone paying attention."

Jack sat in stunned silence, processing this revelation. Had his feelings been that transparent? And if so, how had he missed them for so long?

As the boat continued its lazy path across the lake, Jack found his gaze drawn once again to the distant shore, to the house where Y/N waited. For the first time, he allowed himself to fully acknowledge the depth of his feelings for her, and the enormity of what that might mean.

…

Dark clouds rolled in from the horizon, their ominous rumble a stark contrast to the earlier calm. Jack guided the boat back to the dock, his knuckles white on the wheel as he fought against the choppy waters. The first drops of rain began to fall, creating tiny ripples across the lake's surface.

As they approached the dock, a crack of thunder split the air. Jack quickly secured the boat, then extended a hand to help Daphne disembark. She took it without a word, her earlier flirtatiousness replaced by a cold silence. As soon as her feet touched the wooden planks, she brushed past Jack, heading towards the house without a backward glance.

Jack stood for a moment, letting the light drizzle soak through his pale blue shirt. His eyes scanned the porch, searching for Y/N, but she was nowhere to be seen. A memory flickered in his mind - of a young Y/N, hair in pigtails, running to hide in the garden whenever she was upset.

Following an instinct he didn't quite understand, Jack made his way towards the old garden. The rain was falling harder now, plastering his hair to his forehead and blurring his vision. But he pressed on, drawn by an invisible thread.

As he rounded the corner, he saw her. Y/N stood by the fishpond, her back to him, seemingly oblivious to the rain soaking through her clothes. The sight of her, vulnerable and alone, made Jack's heart clench.

"Y/N?" he called out softly, not wanting to startle her.

She turned slowly, her eyes widening as she saw him. "Jack? What are you doing here?"

He took a step closer, raindrops clinging to his eyelashes. "I was looking for you. I thought... I thought we could talk."

Y/N shook her head, a pained expression crossing her face. "I can't, Jack. I can't do this anymore."

"Do what?" he asked, confusion evident in his voice.

"This!" she exclaimed, gesturing between them. "Pretending everything's normal when it's not. I can't be around you and act like my heart isn't breaking every single time."

Jack felt as if the ground had shifted beneath his feet. "Y/N, I-"

But she cut him off, words pouring out of her like a dam bursting. "How long, Jack? How long can you pretend that it hasn't always been me? By your side, helping you through everything, loving you for who you are?"

The rain fell harder, mirroring the intensity of Y/N's emotions. Jack stood frozen, the weight of her words washing over him.

"I've been there through everything," Y/N continued, her voice cracking. "Your first game, your injuries, your breakups. I've loved you through it all, Jack. And I can't pretend anymore that it doesn't kill me to see you with someone else, to know that you don't feel the same way."

Thunder rumbled overhead, punctuating her words. Jack took a step forward, reaching out to her. "Y/N, please-"

But before he could finish, a brilliant flash of lightning illuminated the garden, followed immediately by a deafening crack of thunder. Y/N jumped, instinctively moving closer to Jack. For a moment, they stood there, inches apart, rain streaming down their faces. Jack could see the pain in Y/N's eyes, the vulnerability, and something in him finally clicked into place.

"You're right," he said softly, his voice barely audible over the storm.

Y/N blinked, confusion replacing the hurt in her eyes. "What?"

Jack reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands. "You're right. It's always been you, Y/N. I've just been too blind to see it."

The world seemed to hold its breath as they stood there, the rain falling around them, the air electric with more than just the storm. Jack leaned in, his intention clear, but before their lips could meet, a voice called out from the house.

"Y/N? Jack? Where are you guys? It's pouring out here!"

The spell broken, Y/N and Jack stepped apart, both breathing heavily. They stared at each other, a thousand unspoken words passing between them.

"We should go in," Y/N said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. Jack nodded, unable to trust his voice. As they walked back to the house, side by side but not touching, the air between them crackled with possibility and unresolved tension.

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Bad Boys Ride or Die (ARMANDO X READER) PART NINE

After some time of being on the road, you finally made it to downtown Miami. It was now hitting night time, meaning that you were on the road all day. You watched as the world around you lit up with the Miami city lights, allowing your skin to turn different colors as you passed each building. You were so caught up with looking at each building that you didn’t even notice that the car came to a stop. 

“So are you going to keep daydreaming or are you going to get out the truck?”Armando said mockingly, turning his head around, to look at the buildings.

You stood up and walked towards the end of the truck, when Armando lifted his hands up to help you down. You looked at him then over at Marcus and Mike.

“Marcus and Mike can you help me, please.”, you smiled, giving your hands out for them to grab. You knew that you could get down by yourself and that you wanted Armando to help you, however you were still salty from earlier.

You watched as Marcus and Mike looked over to Armando as he walked away. You hated having to play games with him but you couldn’t help it. That’s just who you are, and you were finally accepting it.

“You know, you shouldn’t play with him like that. Being toxic isn’t cute, it’s immature.”, Mike sighed, grabbing you and setting you down softly. 

“Mike, I don’t think she’s being toxic. I think she just doesn’t know how to express her feelings for him.”, Marcus added, looking over at him. 

You knew that he was right and they knew it too so you stood there and watched as Marcus and Mike went up to Armando. Leading to you having to trail behind them. 

“Hey…”, multiple voices yelled near you. You turned around to see a group of guys heading towards you. You whipped your head back around and kept walking, you didn’t have time to be entertaining strangers. So you ignored them. 

“Oh so you’re one of those snobby bitches.”, one of the men yelled. By the sound of his voice he was pretty close to you so you decided to turn around.

ARMANDO’S POV

I was annoyed with y/n and with everything that’s going on. First, she played games with me and made me feel as if she wanted me but then said she doesn’t. Then she says something is wrong with me. ME. When she’s the one with psychological problems and now wants to give me the silent treatment. When I should be the one giving HER the silent treatment. Maybe it was because I called her a bitch? That was probably it. Damn, Armando. I didn’t mean to call her that, I've never called a woman that. She had gotten under my skin so well, it was an accident.

I looked back to see her turned around looking at a group of guys walking towards her. They were talking to her, maybe I should step in or just let her deal with them. Then again, I wouldn’t dare. I began to slow down my pace and started listening to what was going on behind me. I couldn’t help but to be intrigued. A group of guys on the streets of Miami, walking up to a woman. Nothing good was going to come from that. That’s when I noticed Y/n's voice, she sounded tense. Something was happening.

“Yo what the hell are you doing?!”, one of the guys yelled.

“Don’t touch me.”

I turned around to see a guy on the ground and y/n turned, looking at me while wiping her lips. I was livid, who the hell did these guys think were? So I sprinted towards him as hard as I could while he was on the sidewalk and started punching him. Punching him so hard that all you could see was blood across his face but I didn’t stop. I kept going, I wanted his whole face to be covered, his lips and nose to be broken and busted and for his eyes to look like a panda. 

“Armando!”, y/n yelled, pulling me off of the guy. I stood up to see the guy waving his hands out for me to not touch him anymore.

“Please, I'm sorry. I’m sorry.”, he cried, apologizing. I looked up to see y/n and the dudes looking at me.

“Yo, Armando?”Marcus whispered, looking down at the guy and then at me.

It wouldn’t have been me to stand there and watch y/n defend herself against all of those boys. I wouldn’t dare let her do that, ever. Her battles were mine, no matter how I felt about her right now.

I scanned over to y/n and grabbed her hand. I didn’t care if she didn’t want to hold it or be by me because right now, she had no choice. So I gently yanked  her over towards me and pulled her behind me.

“Leave, now or end up like him.”, Mike demanded, pointing at the group of guys and then at their friend that were on the ground. Observing as they scattered like roaches, I set free my hand that y/n was holding and turned to look at Marcus and Mike. She wasn’t going to get anything from me until we could actually talk.

“Where are we heading now?”I asked, looking down to my hands that were now bruised and covered with blood. I wiped them against my pants, hissing from the pain.

“Soooo….we’re not going to talk about what just—”

“Marcus…”, Mike interrupted, looking at him. “Listen…I have an old associate that owns that club right there. She should be able to get us some guns and supplies that’ll help us out.”, he continued looking at us and then pointing at the club down the street. 

“Well, let's go.”, I replied, stepping to the side to allow y/n to be in front of me. I watched as she stepped in front of me and then grabbed my hand to hold it. So now she wants to hold it.

“ You may not want to hold my hand but this is my way of saying thank you.”, she sighed looking at me. Her eyes twinkled like the city lights, making them stand out. I couldn’t allow myself to say no so I just held on to it.

Y/N POV

You held on to Armando’s hand, the whole time. The walk to the club was near you guys so it didn’t take forever to reach it. Once you guys made it, you were greeted by the loud noise of music and people being loud.

“Your friend must be famous or something the way this place is packed.”, Marcus yelled over the loud music.

“She’s just known, that’s all. Y’all stay behind me, you don’t want to get lost with all of these people in here.”, Mike explained, waving his hands towards you, Armando and Marcus.

You then pulled Armando closer to you as he kept his distance while holding your hand so he wouldn’t be behind.

You watched as Mike walked up to a section that was surrounded with heavy security. There were beads hanging from the walls indicating that it could be representing an entrance.

“I’m here to see Tabitha. It’s Mike.”, Mike said to the guards.

“She rolls like this Mike.”, Marcus whispered, pointing at how many people were guarding her area.

“She’s special.”

You observed as her security left and came back then started patting down each of you as you entered. First it was Mike, then Marcus and now you were next. A tall, curly hair, polynesian guy, holding a backpack came up to you and scanned your body. He was cute and you watched as he looked at you.

“Arms up.”, he demanded with a smile. He watched as you let go of Armando’s hand and raised your arms up so that you could be searched. “You two together?”He laughed, twirling his finger for you to turn around.

You stayed silent and looked at Armando as he stayed silent as well.

“So I guess that’s a no.”, he laughed.

You allowed the guy to finish his job by patting you down. You didn’t realize how close you pulled Armando to you until you looked up to see Armando near your chest. 

“Too close.”, he whispered, while hovering over you.

“Was he talking about the guy or me?”, you thought, looking off to the side while watching people dance.

“You’re good.”

You walked inside the section that Tabitha was in and sat down. There were a lot of half-naked strippers near her while some guards surrounded the furniture that you all were on. You were uncomfortable and alarmed. Tabitha’s mouth was like a motor and vulgar things were flying out of it. You watched as Armando finally walked in and sat on top of one of the chairs at the end, away from you, Mike and Marcus.

“I can most definitely help you out Mike but I’m going to need something in return baby.”, Tabitha replied, looking at Mike while rubbing the side of his neck.

You could tell that he felt awkward by the way she was carrying herself. You would’ve been too.

“And…what would that be?”Mike replied, clearing his throat.

“Eat my pussy.”, she replied, throwing her tongue around.

You watched as the women around you laughed, however you found it disgusting. Does receiving head sound good to you? Yeah, however you were more private when it came to anything sexual  and hearing it like that, grossed you out.

“Tabitha, you know I can’t do that…I’m married.”

“So? Head isn’t cheating, that’d be different if I asked you to fuck or for us all to have an orgy.”

“An orgy, Mike…just give the head.”, Marcus replied, inching his head towards Mike and Tabitha's conversation.

“MARCUS! I am not…giving her head. I’m sorry Tabitha but no, there has to be a different route.”, Marcus argued standing up.

“Well then I can’t help you…but you can help me.”, she responded, standing up and pulling a gun from her back and pointing towards Mike. Observing everyone else, the guards that were in the section followed her lead. Now you, Armando, Mike and Marcus had guns from all directions pointing at you. Damn.

You sat there and watched as Marcus, Mike and Armando stood up, you turned to look at Tabitha to see her staring at you.

“Get your ass up, I don’t know why you’re still sitting down. Y’all are about to make me some money.”, she laughed, motioning the gun up and down at you.

You stood up and turned to look at Mike to see him having a confused look on his face. We were all lost.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You don’t know Mike? You four are wanted, and have  fifty million on your head. Everybody is after you guys.”, she smiled, taking quick glances at everyone in the room.

Those who were in the room were smiling and whispering. You knew it was going to be hard to find McGrath but now having fifty million over our head just made it difficult.

“I would hate for there to be a bloodbath in here, so walk towards the back.”, She continued, pointing towards the back of the section that had an exit door.

You went around the table that was in the middle of the room and followed Mike and Marcus while Armando followed behind you. You couldn’t help but to hear what Tabitha was saying behind you about Armando.

 “Hell, you could give me head too.. You’re fine as hell.”, Tabitha growled, walking towards Armando.

You turned around to see Armando giving her a side eye with a shocking expression. Who was this lady?

“What?”, he replied, confusingly.

“You can give me head, you and your daddy are fine. I’d take both of y’all.”

You were getting sick of her, of the disrespect and the way she was throwing herself at Armando. You got ready to turn around and say something until you felt Armando faintly shove you back around and wrapped  his hands around your waist, while walking. Instant butterflies.

“Don’t y/n”, he whispered. You could feel his hands caress your waistline as he was slowly removing his hands. The way he always calmly took control of your emotions, even if you didn’t want to comply, made you hot inside.

The door swung open and they made all four of you walk towards the middle of the open parking lot near a gray van to get on your knees.

You kept your attention on Mike as he tried to talk us out of whatever was about to happen.

“You know I can’t do that baby, I—”, before Tabitha could finish she was interrupted by a group of people walking towards us in a direction.

“MIKE LOWREY!!! YOU KNOW I DIDN’T FORGET ABOUT YOU SMASHING MY HAND IN LAST YEAR!!”, a short plus size man yelled walking towards us. There were a lot of people, different sizes and different races, dressed in different colors with guns in their hands. Had to be gangs.

“Sorry Tabitha but we’re going to have split this!”

“No, I got them so that money is mine!”Tabitha debated, pointing her gun at the plus sized man. 

All four of you were looking at each other now, you were surrounded by so many people who were hungry to have you guys. It didn’t help that they had guns and you guys didn’t.

You watched as they got so caught up about the money, that they didn’t even notice the police cars coming towards all of you.

“WATCH OUT!!”Mike yelled, getting up and running towards the van.

You watched as Marcus and Armando followed. You had no weapons, none of you did and you knew that it would be needed right now. So you ran towards one of the guards and fought him as hard as you could. He was strong but eventually you were able to knock him down and take his gun. You started shooting at every person that was in your line of vision, when something was thrown at you from the side.

You turned to see the guy who patted you down earlier, he was pointing at the bag near you. You watched as he blew you a kiss and then ran back inside. You gave him a quick smile in return, picked it up and then ran towards the van, jumping in.

“WHAT IS THAT!!!?”Armando yelled as we were being swung around due to Marcus’s driving, trying to leave the parking lot.

“THE GUY FROM EARLIER THREW IT TO ME!”, you replied, setting it down and opening it to see the bag filled with all kinds of handguns and passing them out.

  You watched as Armando grabbed the gun and then got up to open the back of the van. Marcus was speeding and turning the corners fast and deadly, making you and Armando lose your balance. Pulling the trigger, you started shooting at the people who were shooting at the police. You didn’t want to kill your own people, you considered them family.

“Y/N WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”Armando yelled while shooting.

“WHAT?”

“SHOOT AT THE COPS, THEY’RE THE ONES THAT WANTS US DEAD!” “EVERYONE WANTS US DEAD, ARMANDO!!!”, you argued back, so you kept shooting until every person that was at the back of the club was dead or was off the road and then you worked your way up.

“SHIT…KEEP SHOOTING, I'M OUT!”, 

You ran towards the front of the van and reached for the bag, when the van nearly flew and tipped over.

“MARCUS!!!”, Mike yelled

“Sorry, there were pedestrians.”

You ran back to help Armando when you noticed him looking at someone intensively, it was Judy, Howard’s daughter. She had her arms out of the window, trying to get a perfect shot at Armando. You remembered how a couple days ago she promised to kill Armando, therefore you knew that you had to do something about it. So you started shooting, holding down the trigger while allowing every bullet to aim at the car. You weren’t trying to kill Judy because you knew that she was just hurt but you knew you weren't going to allow her to kill him either.

You saw as the bullets went through the tires, making them turn and hit an electricity pole, causing a huge blowout to happen where you were. 

“Oh shit…”, you whispered, watching as the pole fell to the ground on top of other police cars leading to things flying while on fire. 

“WATCH OUT!”, before you could react, Armando flew into you, knocking you down towards the front of the van. You didn’t know what was going on until you noticed a door from a police car was on fire. So you kicked it out of the back of the van and shifted to Armando’s legs being on fire also.

“ARMANDO!”, you shockingly yelled, kneeling over to help Mike put the fire out before it could cause any damage to Armando’s leg. He was shocked as well, hitting it with his hands hoping that it would help. You noticed that it wasn’t doing it any good so you took off your t-shirt and started wildly slamming it against his leg. Once you noticed that the fire was gone, you threw your shirt to the side not caring about the fact that you weren’t covered. Only in your bra.

“Well…”, Armando croaked, while getting up. You could see him looking at you, his eyes now turning lustful. However you ignored him and watched as Marcus driving started getting out of control. We were heading straight towards a wall

“JUMP OUT NOW!”Marcus screamed, trying to avoid hitting cars but failing.

You observed as Mike climbed through the front and jumped out of the passenger door, while Marcus jumped out of the driver's side.

“C’MON!”, Armando commanded, grabbing your hand while running towards the back of the van. You knew that this was going to be painful but there was no other way out, so you jumped. Rolling onto the concrete, hands first, you could feel the wind being knocked  out of you. So you laid there, allowing yourself to catch your breath. You didn’t bother looking down because you knew that you may have scratches across your upper body.

“Shit…that hurt.”, you moaned, using half of your body to finally get up.

“Are you okay?”Armando asked, putting his hand on your butt to push you up. 

You were going to say something but you had secretly liked it so you ignored it.

“Yeah, just small scratches, that’s all.”, you laughed looking down at your stomach. You turned to see Mike and Marcus running over towards you and Armando. People were slowly coming up towards the crash and you knew at some point the police would be called so you decided to  examine the Miami streets to see what direction to go.

“Here y/n, cover yourself up okay.”, Mike said, handing over a flannel that he was wearing. Grabbing it and putting it on, the first thing you noticed was the smell that lingered on it. You couldn’t help but to sniff the collar of it.

“Do I stink?”, Mike worriedly asked turning towards you

“No, you smell really good.”, you laughed. “So…where are we going to go, the guns are in the van.Which are no good now.”, you continued looking towards the van that was now on fire.

“Hold on.”, Mike replied, leaving and walking up to one of the strangers on the street. You guys watched as he talked to them and then grabbed the phone that the stranger handed him.

“Smooth talker I see.”, you smiled looking at Armando and then back at Mike. You couldn’t help but to try and make him jealous, that was something that you knew you were good at. And it worked. Armando was now standing in front of you, blocking Mike from your vision.

“You never answered my question, are you okay?”, Armando repeated, looking down at you.

“Yeah, I am. You?”, you replied looking up at him. You noticed a small bruise on the side of his cheek, must've happened when you guys landed.

“Yeah… I know those scratches probably hurt tho.”

You looked down at your stomach and shrugged your shoulders. There was a more uncomfortable feeling rather than pain. Luckily they were small so the healing process will be fast.

“Kelly and Dorn are going to pick us up so we can go over to the public patio that’s about three blocks away from here and they can meet us there.”, Mike explained, grabbing Armando on the shoulder.

The four of you began running, just to get as far away from the scene as possible before the cops came. Once you guys felt that you were far enough, you walked the rest of the way. Eventually you guys made it to where the patio was when you noticed a dock a couple feet away from it.

“I’m going to go sit over there… just to clear my head.”, you pointed, showing them the dock. You watched as they nodded and then left to go and sit down. There was something about being near water and listening to it, although you couldn’t swim, it brought you peace and you felt it being a bonus with it being night and the stars and moon shining across the waves.

Taking your socks and shoes off, and setting them behind you. You allowed the water to gently touch your toes. It was cold and had a sharp feeling to it. You were so lost into how the water felt against your feet, that you didn’t even notice Armando standing beside you.

“Can I sit next to you?”, he gently asked, pointing to the open space beside you.

You stared at it and then back at the water in front of you, not sure what you wanted to say.

“Sure.”, you sighed, scooting over to allow him to sit next to you.

You watched as he took off his shoes and sat them next to yours, when you noticed how big his feet were. 

“Yeah, I have big feet.”, he sighed, noticing that you were looking at his shoes.

“I don’t see anything wrong with that. Some men have big feet for a reason, at least that’s what my grandmother used to say.”, you chuckled, watching the waves hug each other.

“Well, your grandmother was a freak..if she said that.”, he laughed, turning to look at you. You slightly turned your head with a bewildered look on your face.

“What do you mean?”you asked, genuinely confused. You always thought that meant some men's feet just being bigger than others, because that’s basically what she would always say.

“You don’t get it?”, he replied looking at you shockingly

You shook your head no and watched as he turned his face back towards the body of water.

“You’ll understand later.”, he smirked, leaning his hands back to lean his weight onto his forearms.

“You’re weird.”, you sighed, shaking your head in disappointment.

There was silence between the two of you however, the sound of the waves made up for it. You shifted your head over to Armando, not being able to stop yourself from looking at how he was sitting. He kept moving his hips forward so that he could get comfortable. The way he controlled his body, throwing it up and down made your heart race. Think of something y/n, take control.

“So..what made you come over here, I thought you were mad at me.”, you said, interrupting the silence that was happening between the two of you.

“Honestly, I don’t know…I just felt like it.”, he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head however you never turned around. You feel him shifting again, this time he was sitting up and was closer to you.

“Can I ask you a question…”, he asked bringing his hands closer to him

You turned to see him fidgeting his fingers with his shoulders hovered over. You looked up at him and then shook your head, yes. You weren’t sure what he was about to ask you; however, you were happy that he was talking to you. Even if you didn’t know how to show it.

“My dad…Mike. Said that you said that you, “Needed Me”. What did you mean about that?”, he continued looking out at the water.

You couldn’t help but to remain silent, you weren’t sure what you meant by it. You were freaked out after LadyBug was killed and was bruised up so you were saying anything that was crossing your mind.

“It’s okay if you don’t—”

“When I first saw you at the prison, there was something about you. I don’t know exactly what it was…if it’s just how you looked or the heavy energy that you carry but I couldn’t stop looking at you. Even when I left, I kept visioning you and thinking about you.”, you halted. You were finally being honest to him.

“And to be completely honest with you, I still feel this way.”, you finally said it. You were finally honest with yourself and became aligned with your emotions. A thousand bricks felt like it was lifted off of your chest. Like you weren’t suffocating anymore. You could see Armando looking at you from your peripheral vision however you kept your eyes focused on the water.

“So why did you tell Mike that you didn’t care about me then the next day? Why have you been so cold towards me y/n?”he asked, leaning his head towards you. At this point, he was in your face but you continued to ignore his stare and he knew it.

“Y/n, why did you say those things ... .there had to be a reason.”, he continued scooting closer to you. Now you guys thighs were rubbing against each other and you knew that he was growing impatient with you so you looked over to where Armando wasn’t sitting , trying to avoid his eye-contact when you felt his finger on your chin. Forcing your head to turn and for you to look at him.

“Armando”, you sighed, gently taking his finger off of your chin. You weren’t sure whether or not to tell him what McGrath said. 

“Tell me y/n, is there something I should know? Are you seeing someone?”, he replied, throwing his hands up in defeat.

“No Armando, I am not and I had a reason okay. It has to do with McGrath, that’s all.”, you sighed, worriedly. McGrath had a hold on you, and you knew it. So did the boys and everytime you talk to them, you’re reminded of what he said the night that he was in your home.

“Okay, well what happened the night before you randomly came to the plane. Mike told me you weren’t coming, why weren’t you on the bus?”he asked, stopping you from playing with your fingers and holding your hands in his hands. They were warm and gave you a soothing feeling.

You turned to look at it and then at him. 

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me love, what happened?”

“McGrath had been coming over to my house while I was asleep. Had to be for a while because everytime I would wake up and get ready to leave. I always saw my window slightly lifted in the living room. However I never paid it any mind since I used to leave it open myself sometimes.”, you explained, at this point in the conversation, the both of you were playing with each other's fingers without even realizing it.

“Okay, but who was LadyBug?”he asked intensively. He was looking at you, trying to search for answers and help you at the same time.

“LadyBug was a little kid who would come over and pick up ladybug’s in my yard. He had these thick black glasses that would make his eyes bigger than what they were. He was so adorable and was around six or seven, maybe five. I don’t know, I never bothered to ask. McGrath had to be watching every time he would come over because when I got home after chasing him on the highway for killing Fletcher, he was in my home and had LadyBug tied up in my room. I didn’t know..”, you answered, looking at him. 

“Him and his people. They hit me across my head, punched me and threw me onto my couch, as soon as I walked in. I tried fighting back but couldn’t so I stopped. And the whole time McGrath and I talked, it was nothing but about him hating me and saving me for last. He then went to my room and brought out LadyBug, I don’t have anything in remembrance of him…”, you continued, swallowing the bricks that were now in your throat. You couldn’t help but to picture LadyBug’s face. You continued to tell Armando about that night and could feel his energy shift.

“And before he left, he told me that I had a decision to make, and that he wants all of us, especially you. I’m tired of losing people, Armando, especially those who are close to me. You’re important to me and so are the boys and now McGrath is threatening me.”, you explained, watching the water throw itself across your feet.

“I have to protect you guys, especially you.”, you sighed. “I don’t need anything to happen, Armando, I am tired.”

 You could hear him grunt in frustration as he sat next to you. Before you knew it, he quickly but gently grabbed your face, keeping it between the palms of his hands and kissed you on your lips. You were stunned…they were soft and you could feel his goatee mustache against your face. You looked up to see that his eyes were closed, he was in the moment so you closed yours. You wanted to get deeper into it, until he stopped and pulled away.

“This is what I need you to understand y/n. It is not your job to protect me. it's my job to protect you and I need you to get that through that beautiful head of yours”, he replied, looking deeply into your eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed, while his lips were pressed firmly together. He was being serious.

“Nothing is going to happen to you, me or those donkey’s behind us. I’ll make sure of that, okay love..”, he laughed, letting go of your head and giving you a slight push.

Shockness was still slapped on your face, you didn’t have anything to say so you just stared at him.

“I guess you liked that.”, he smiled, slapping you on your thigh.

You couldn’t help but to blush, forgetting everything that you had just said. 

“Oh and I like you too, even though you never said it so I will. You’re mine now so I need you to act like it… okay, even around other people. Let us boys, deal with McGrath because that’s our job as men.”, he continued throwing his arm around your shoulders.

You were hesitant but you decided to give him a chance, you leaned over towards him and placed your head onto his shoulders. You felt protected being in his arms and the way his heart rhythm slowed down and matched yours, it gave you peace. Which has always been important to you.

“I’m not trying to break the silence but…I need confirmation y/n, I want to hear you say ”I’m Yours”...loud and proud, he continued looking down at you. 

You looked up at him and then down at his legs, you know what they like to say…thick thighs, saves lives.

“I’ll think about it Armando, I need you to be patient with me.”, you replied rubbing his thigh, it must’ve been making him feel some kind of way because you spotted something trying to peek through his pants. 

“I got you excited.”, you laughed, quickly sitting up, and pointing over towards his dick.

He quickly pushed you off of him and you watched as he fastly put on his socks and shoes  and stood up. Was he embarrassed because you accidentally turned him on?

“Y’ALL LET'S GO!!”Mike yelled. You turned to see Kelly and Dorn pulling up. Mike and Marcus were already walking towards the car so you quickly bent over to get your shoes, when Armando grabbed them and ran off.

“ARMANDO, WHAT THE HELL?!”, you yelled getting up.

“I WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY IT, CLOCK IS TICKING!!”, he screamed back, flinging your shoes around. You couldn’t be mad because you were secretly enjoying it, so you laughed and ran towards the car. Allowing time to be in control.

[morgana-larkin]

Hey girl, would you be able to do a request with Melissa? So yk how in that one episode where Melissa has to go to court for throwing a corn cob at Ben Simmons? Would you be able to just do some fluff on how when Melissa is in court she needs a lawyer, but since she’s a teacher, she doesn’t have any money, but knows a guy who gets a lawyer for her, which is our reader fresh outta law school. Melissa would find them cute and want to ask her out, but eventually after Melissa is declared ‘not guilty’ she decides to ask them out as a thank you.

Ok, this is crazy because when you sent the prompt, it was the day after I rewatched that episode. I honestly thought this line was crazy and I like how Jacob was not even fazed when she said it lol. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I think I got 7 Melissa prompts and one Chessy prompt, so they’re coming!

Guilty Or Not Guilty

Warnings: sexual tension, fluff, reference to future smut

Words: 2k

“Ah, all dressed up for your big dip in the shark tank today?” Jacob asks Melissa.

“What? No. I gotta go to court later for throwing a corn cob at Ben Simmons.” Melissa says to Jacob.

“Wait so, you’re not gonna make a presentation?” Jacob says, completely ignoring the fact that she might have thrown a corn cob at someone.

*lunch time*

“Vinny, I need you to find me a lawyer for later today.” Melissa says to her cousin Vinny.

“What did you do this time?” He asks her.

“None your business. I just need a lawyer, can you get me one?” She asks him and he takes a second to reply.

“I know one, she recently graduated from law school and is looking for cases to do for a small price. I can pay this one for ya since you’re my favourite cousin.” He tells her.

“Alright, thanks Vinny. I’ll make your favourite dish as a thanks.” She says then hangs up.

Later that day…

You walk out of your car an hour before your client has to plead her case. You were told to meet her outside the courthouse, all you were told was that she’s a ginger and her name is Melissa Schemmenti.

You walk near the front entrance of the courthouse and you see a ginger woman standing around on her phone with her glasses perched on her nose. She looks stunning. ‘Not the time to check her out, gotta be professional, she’s your client after all.’ You think to yourself. You walk up to her and she doesn’t see you coming as she’s too focused on her phone.

“Hi, are you Melissa?” You say as you reach her and she flinches. “Oh sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I’m your lawyer y/n y/l/n” You add.

She stares at you for a second before smiling and holding out her hand to shake and you shake her hand, it feels so soft.

“Hi, yes I’m Melissa.” She says. Melissa was surprised that her lawyer would look really cute, so much so that she forgot how to speak for a second, or that she was still holding your hand.

You look at her emerald green eyes, beautiful ginger locks and her bright smile. You then remember you’re still holding her hand so you let go and clear your throat.

“So I heard nothing about this case or why you’re here. Wanna tell me?” You ask her and you see a small blush on her cheeks.

“Well it’s for throwing a corn cob at Ben Simmons.” She says and you can’t help but giggle at that.

“For throwing a corn cob at someone?” You say, trying to hold back more laughter and she nods. “Well I must say, I did not expect that.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“Well I’m full of surprises.” She tells you with a shy smile.

You both then find a picnic table to sit at and you get to work. Melissa keeps checking you out as you work on her case. The way you’re so focused on writing down the information you need to prove her innocence, the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking. You look so adorable and she can’t help but think about asking you out.

“What?” You ask her as you notice her staring.

“Noth-nothing, just a bit nervous.” She says, covering up the fact that she was checking you out.

“Well you can be a bit nervous but I think you’re gonna win.” You tell her with a smile.

“You think so?” She asks and you nod, you then write something down and then speak up again.

“Ok, I think I have all I need to, it’s also time to go in.” You tell her and she nods.

You both walk into the courthouse and then the courtroom together and you take a seat in the audience until Melissa gets called.

“Melissa Schemmenti and Ben Simmons.” The judge calls, both you and Melissa stand up and walk where the two desks are. You and Melissa take a seat at the one on the left while Ben Simmons and his lawyer took the one on the right. “Melissa Schemmenti you are being charged with the throwing of… a corn cob at the head of Ben Simmons, guilty or not guilty?”

“Not guilty, your honour.” Melissa says confidently.

It took about 10 minutes and the fact there was no evidence that the judge ruled that Melissa was, in fact, not guilty. Melissa got excited that she won and without thinking, gave you a hug to which you were surprised by it but hugged her back after a second. The hug was nice, you won’t lie and you can feel her tits being pushed into yours and it made your mind go to places that you shouldn’t be thinking about right now. Melissa pulled away from you after a few seconds with a guilty expression on her face.

“Sorry, I um, I should have asked before I hugged you.” She tells you and you smile at her.

“It’s alright, you were excited, I get it. And to be honest, I liked the hug.” You tell her and you see a small blush on her cheeks.

You and Melissa walk out to the parking lot and it seems that she wants to walk with you to your car.

“I wanted to thank you, for taking my case on such short notice without any sort of information on what it’s about, and for winning too.” She tells you and you blush a bit.

“It’s not a problem Melissa, I enjoyed your case.” You tell her as you reach your car. You put your suitcase in your car and then you turn to look at her. “Well if anyone else says that you throw corn cobs at them then I might see you around.” You joke with her and she laughs.

“Or maybe I could see you around tonight, for dinner?” She asks and you tilt your head at her.

“Melissa, are you asking me on a date?” You ask her with a small smile.

“If I were, would that be a yes?” She cautiously asks and you nod. “Then yes, I’m asking you on a date.” She states proudly and you beam at her.

“Out of curiosity, what would you have said if I said no?” You ask her and she thinks for a second.

“That it would just be a thank you for winning the case.” She says and you chuckle. “Wanna give me your number so we can plan the date in better detail?” She adds on as she gets her phone out.

You exchange numbers and then you get in your car to go home to get ready for the date. She decided to have the date at her house as she claims she’s the best damn cook in all of south Philly, with the exception of a few family members. You get changed into a nice purple dress with black tights, do your makeup and then head off to the address she texted you.

“Wow, you look beautiful hon.” She tells you with a big smile as soon as she opens the door.

“So do you. Red and green seem to be made for you.” You tell her and she tilts her head at you. “You wore green today and it suited you, as well as this red dress.” You explain and she blushes.

“You were looking at my top today?” She questions and you nod. “Did you happen to notice that it was a low cut top too?” She questions further and you feel your cheeks heat up as you nervously nod again. “I didn’t know you had time to look at my top today when you were so busy looking at my tits.”She teases you and your cheeks are redder than her hair at this point. “You’re adorable when you blush like that.” She teases you further and you then clear your throat and look around her house, trying to avoid further embarrassment. She giggles at your attempt and then she spins you around to face her and kisses you. You kiss her back after the shock wears off and it was one of the best kisses of your life. She pulled away after a few seconds which was too short for you. She giggled when you tried to kiss her and she put her hand on your chest. “Believe me, I love kissing you too. But if we continue then I won’t want to stop and there’s food ready.” She tells you and you whine.

“You shouldn’t have kissed me then. That’s all I’ll be thinking about now.” You tell her with a pout. She leans in close to your ear.

“When you get a taste of my food then you’ll forget about it for a bit.” She leans back, winks at you and then walks to the kitchen with a smirk. You follow after her and she’s putting food on a plate for you.

“You know now that the case is over, I have one question.” You ask her and she looks at you confused.

“What’s the question?”

“Why did you throw a corn cob at him?” You ask her and she chuckles.

“I guess you saw through my lie then.” She states and you nod your head. “He was insulting Italians so of course I had to take action. I just threw at him whatever I was eating and it was a corn cob.” She explains and you start laughing.

“You’re really a wonder Melissa Schemmenti.” You tell her and she laughs as she hands a plate to you. You both walk over to the dining table and sit down to eat. You take a first bite and it’s like a flavour bomb exploded in your mouth and you let out a small moan. You look over to see Melissa smirking at you and you quirk an eyebrow at her. “What?”

“Just wondering of all the other ways I can make you moan.” She says like it’s an obvious thing. You blush at her comment but then you want to tease her back.

“Maybe you’ll find out.” You tell her with a smile and she blushes and goes to take a bite of her own food.

You rub your foot up her leg and she begins coughing as she was taking a bite. She takes a sip of her water and then when she stops, you continue to rub your foot up her leg. She looks at you and you’re smirking at her.

“You’re not the only one who knows how to tease.” You tell her as you take a bite of food. She smiles at you before she gets up, walks over to you, puts her hand at the back of your head, leans forward and kisses you. She doesn’t pull back this time, instead she deepens the kiss by sliding her tongue in your mouth. She tastes you for the first time and she’s already wanting more. You stand up, while not breaking away from the kiss, and you put your hands on her waist. You pull back after a few more seconds and she whines. “We should continue our dinner before we do anything else.” You tell her. She looks at the food then looks at you with your kiss swollen lips.

“Dinner can wait.” She says then surges forward to kiss you again. She kisses you with so much force that you walk backwards until you hit the wall and she pins you against it. “Do you want to continue?” She asks you as she pulls back. “If we continue then I’ll want to go all the way.” She tells you, asking for consent.

“I don’t want to stop kissing you.” You tell her and she smiles. She then takes your hand and brings you to her bedroom.

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[chrisgetsmewet]

Warning: none

Chris × quickly tempered gf Headcanons

And scenarios ig

• you would get frustrated when your outfits didn't work out, especially when you were going out with chris and his brothers and they were rushing you. constantly sending chris to tell you to hurry cause they know you won't go off on him automatically but eventually.

● it was a quiet day in the sturniolo household and you were laying on the couch; sprawled out. chris came out of nowhere and laid on top of you "can you come in my room" he asked. nuzzling his head into your neck placing a few lingering kisses waiting for your response. "yes, but if you promise not to do this, im getting hot" "I'll cut the ac on" as a response all you could do was chuckle in defeat. in all honesty you didn't wanna cuddle with him you were hot and bothered, even him breathing on your neck as he laid on you.

● chris was fast asleep on you and you loved that he was peacefully sleeping, infact it didn't bother you. his small snores, his breathes somewhat matching with yours but much calmer, your bodies intertwined with one another. but after a while you were annoyed, he started sweating and his body heat was radiating against you making you sweat as well. you didn't want to, but you did wake him up telling him to move. he was reluctant but eventually did.

● after hours of swimming at the beach with chris you were drained and hungry but didn't wanna complain since you guys planned on spending the whole day at the beach. you were laying out tanning on the brink of sleep, you feel water droplets on you, you open your eyes to see chris shaking his wet hair on you like a dog after it comes in from the rain. "stop!" you squint, blocking yourself from the little splatters of water, he kept doing it anyway "oh my gosh stop chris! I wanna leave. im hungry and tired" " ok. ok. wait I'll stop lets just stay for a couple more hours." "no, I'll be waiting in the car"

● arguments are P-E-T-T-Y you could go days ignoring chris just to get your point across. and even sometimes when arguing you'd both do anything to get the last word.

"Im not gonna apologize cause you knew that wasn't fair"

"oh shut up everyone around me says i act like a baby it's you who acts like a fucking baby. all the got damn time"

"yeah. ok"

"mhm"

"yep"

"that's what i thought" he bit back

You drag your hands across your face tiredly, he's slowly pushing you off the edge and he doesn't even know it. it's probably the stress or the hunger but you are mad.

"fuck off! as in shut the fuck up!" you clap your hands together exaggerating every word. tears were tugging at your waterline at how so much frustration that was built up but couldn't be released.

"nope" he smirked.

●even at times chris knows things that would piss you off so he'll do them any chance he gets, only if it's harmless and you wouldn't ignore him.

●you were doing a slick back for dinner and your arms were getting tired and you finally got the right hold. chris came to check on you and he smiled looking at you in the reflection of the mirror. making you smile, just until he tickles you and quickly ran away. that was it you started crying and yelling mumbling stuff putting all your hair products away "what the fuck!" "i finally had it and you wanna do that dumb shit" you walk into chris' room where he was. and he started apologizing frantically "im so so sorry i didn't know it took you a long time" you wipe your face "i dont care im not going." he felt guilty watching you change and putting you hair in a bun just to lay in bed on your phone.

● in you and chris' relationship it was normal to share food. neither of you cared but you don't know why today it bothered you so much. you were sitting alone at a park together, on a date. You were eating fries, he had taco bell but he kept taking your food. at first you would stretch the food in your hand out of his reach. but of course he complained how yours were good and he didn't actually want what he ordered. on his second attempt you swatted his hand away. you had a few fries left and he took one. "then eat the whole thing chris." throwing your fries down and stood up ready to walk away "you should have gotten what i ordered" he laughed at your frustration "im sorry, i wont take anymore" "it's not fucking funny. im so serious. eat. the. whole. thing. if you want it so bad" "y/n i said i was sorry. ill buy you some more" his apology was genuine like they always were but in the moment you were mad so you just rolled your eyes and walked away.

● after arguments chris was always the one to apologize, and you didn't want that to always be. so you treaded to his room, pushing the door open lightly. there he was on his phone while the tv played, he looked up at the door which displayed you. he snickered cutting his phone off "what're you doing in here? i thought you were mad at me" he teased. "well if your gonna make fun of me for trying to apologize first then im gonna leave" you mumbled "y/n im not making fun of you. c'mere" he motioned you to come over to his bed and thats what you did. you apologized and hugged it out, and stayed like that for a while but not for long because of his body heat.

a/n: this was pretty easy and i actually like this. so i might actually make more of these.

[poggersbathwater]

vivziepop: this show is about criticising Christianity"

proceeds to: woobify sinners and make them overlords as a reward,for some reason all or most sinners (cannibals, rapists,murderers....etc) are queer,villainized Adam the first human (had nothing to do with Christianity at the time he got created and it's not his fault that god made him for a woman and just wanted peaceful life with her) who lost two women because of lucifer,made lucifer the good innocent guy (let's ignore that he is the main reason why humanity is suffering), "7 DEADLY SINS ARE GOOD FOR YOU ACTUALLY! LUST IS ABOUT CONSENT AND GLUTTONY ARE ABOUT SELF CONTROL,EXCEPT FOR GREED CAUSE THERE'S NO SUCH A THING AS A GOOD GREED CAUSE FUCK RICH!....btw please buy my Valentino cups! (I Wonder why 7 sins are deadly in a first place if they're caring and healthy according to viv)" "Wait.....are you telling me that stolas is a wise high ranking demon who give knowledge to those who summon him? Nonsense! Stolas is a horny softie who needs his imp slave to protect him! Screw accuracy! And you know what? I am making the rest of ars goetia and turn them into birds and had nothing to do with their demonology because I just need to use their names to make more characters"

(Yeah sorry about stolas accuracy part,it's just that I am tired of "not everything should be accurate" argument,that's like making thoth a Egyptian god of wisdom into a weak softie hypocrite character who is obsessed with sex and have nothing to do with his wisdom and knowledge,actually there's a lot of interesting things about thoth that makes him respected amongst gods and if viv wrote him he would be nothing but a joke character that have no personality outside of sex and victimhood mentally)

Alright lightning round here

Woobifying (idk what that means but i imagine it means glorification) sinners: I think the overlords are there to run businesses and industries in Hell, not to reward them exactly- but I do see the point you're making. The worse they are, the more power they have, which doesn't look too good for Hell's case.

Having most of the sinners be queer: Yeah I.. also get this one. It's weird how no fascists or.. well, generally bigoted people are there, but all the characters that ARE there happen to be queer. And I'm not saying queer people can't be bad, they can, but when there's more queer people than bigots in a place that's supposed to have the bad people... yeahhhhh no

Villainizing Adam: Yeah I hate how they turn Adam into a righteous douche- though it could make sense, since he did eat the fruit too (it probably changed his behavior a lot), turning him into a righteous douche who's bitter he lost his wife was.. kinda messed up.

The characterization of the sins: YEAH ACTUALLY THIS ONE SUCKS !! The whole point of Gluttony is that you just keep indulging without a care- the whole point of lust is that it's forced and it hurts people- if it wasn't about force, it'd be called love. Because consent is love. Force and betrayal (cheating/infidelity) is lust. The sins being characterized as good people takes away from why they are sins.

Stolas: Okay I don't know much about demon stuff, so I'll leave that alone (the ars goetia isn't talked about in Christianity so that's why I can't answer it), but I will say that stolas being the victim all the time is fucking ass. Yes, stolas has been forced into an arranged marriage. That sucks, it does. But that doesn't excuse any of his actions towards Blitzo, or his emotional unavailability towards Via.

I've never gotten this many asks Holy shit

[matan4il]

Can't stop thinking about that poor French girl. Most of my friends didn't even have their periods at 12. We have been screaming ourselves HOARSE for months that "globalize the intifada" is going to come back to bite us...and now it's beginning to. They didn't listen to us then and they won't now. Instead, they let a child pay the price for the crime of being Jewish.

I remember back in early April I walked by a protest and I told a cop there what the phrase meant. She didn't even deign to look at me, instead she told me where I could counter-protest. That is not what I was asking about. No one is protecting us, yet they wonder why we feel safer and have an attachment to our home.

I haven't been able to visit home since the war started, I'll be there Sunday finally. And I can guarantee that I will be moving comfortable there, despite my half baked plan and no official place to stay.

I just don't know what we are supposed to be doing anymore. עד מתי??????

I can't stop thinking about that girl either.

I can't stop thinking about what it means that she knew she wasn't safe telling her boyfriend at the time that she's Jewish. I can't stop thinking about the fact that she was right, as he proved. I can't stop thinking about the kind of environment she grew up in, where she had grown so accustomed to antisemitic attitudes being the rule, that she didn't see that guy's antisemitism for the red flag that it is, and didn't stay away from him.

And I wanna make it clear, it is ABHORRENT that Jews should have to stop and consider just how much they're going to lose out on socially because of antisemitism. But it IS hard to constantly lose and miss out and be depraved of social rewards that others get just because you're Jewish, especially when you're 12 years old. So this responsibility lies on the hellish environments that push Jews to have to decide between being included and being safe.

That the specific way that this girl's abusers were violent with her for her Jewishness was sexual, committed by at least one person she intimately trusted, done as a group, and (from what I've gathered) in public, just makes the whole thing even worse, and I cannot stop grieving what was taken away from her, and what she will have to deal with for the rest of her life.

And I've heard from multiple sources that the perpetrators' phones had anti-Israel material on them. It was easy to guess, but it's still chilling to have that confirmed.

I am SO sorry that you had that experience of a cop not giving a damn about our safety as Jews. But yes, we absolutely cannot rely on anyone else for our protection, it's a part of why we need Israel. And there's only one place in the world where we can be safely and effortlessly ourselves as Jews. I'm so glad for you that you're coming home, and I also hope that if fellow Israelis see this, that maybe they can reach out and help, too.

אם יש כאן במקרה ישראלים, השמיעו קול!

As for what we can do, we can continue to live even when they don't want us to, we can go on supporting each other, we can thrive even when they think they've taken that option from us, we absolutely should educate ourselves continuously when our haters are relying on people's ignorance, and we must speak up where and how we can. Even if our reach is small, it's better than being silent. Not to mention, sometimes one person listening to you, if they're the right one, can make a much bigger difference than we could imagine.

I'm sending you lots of hugs and love! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

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The Plot Twist | 05

Written by @blog-name-idk and @eserethriddle

Summary: Once upon a time you would have jumped at the chance to live the idol girlfriend life. The cameras, the action, the whirlwind romance. But what was once a dream has now become your worst nightmare, and you fully intend to fight the universe as it repeatedly conspires to set you up with your seven perfectly good soulmates from Bangtan Sonyeondan.

In which we punt Y/N into all the fanfiction tropes and you do your feral best to subvert the love story.

Because nani the fuck, you are The Plot Twist.

Pairing: OT7 X Fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU, crack, humor, idol!AU, light angst, slow burn, romantic comedy, just a fun silly old time

Rating: 18+

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Chapter 5: "It's fine! South Korea has universal healthcare coverage!"

Of three things you are absolutely certain. First, soulmates exist. Second, the universe – and you don't know how potent its power may be – runs on some sort of karmic imbalance. And third, you are unconditionally, and irrevocably, fucked.

It is raining.

In a rare, extremely odd fit of forethought, you actually have an umbrella in your bag. Normally, you would scoff at weather predictions and dare the clouds to do their worst. But today, you found yourself grabbing your umbrella before leaving for your commute, and the skies that have darkened into an ominous, storm-like gray after your work shift do not phase you at all.

Today, your undoing lies in a different kind of disaster preparedness.

Hard water pelts down almost as if it is herding you, and you hurry from the assault of the rippling sky to the awning of a closed coffee shop to grab your umbrella. Expletives spew from your lips as you dig through your messy bag. You're so focused that you barely register someone also taking refuge from the sudden storm – a man wearing a mask and a bucket hat, but is shivering through a wet, black long sleeved t-shirt that's sticking to what looks like a very toned body.

Not that that's the type of thing you typically notice or anything.

"Found you!" you screech excitedly as you pull out your umbrella and brandish it at the sky. The man beside you flinches, like you're about to attack him, and you give him a disdainful look.

"S-sorry," he mutters, the brim of his hat still hiding his eyes. "I thought you meant something else."

Something else? Is he on the run from the mob, or fleeing the national military? The incredibility of either prospect nearly makes you snicker, but whatever, you need to get home before the storm gets –

BOOM!

– worse.

The thunderclap makes both of you jump, and you wince at the realization that the rain is coming down even harder. Unforgiving sheets of water pour down, and you can barely see even a few feet past the awning. Maybe you can get an Uber instead…

You pull out your phone to see no bars. No data, no phone signal, nothing. The guy next to you is shivering even more violently now, and you internally sigh. You can't just ignore him, not when helplessness is wafting off him in tenebrous waves.

"Do you have a ride coming?" you ask reluctantly, wishing you had been raised to be more selfish. Your mother does whatever the hell she wants, why hasn't she taught you the same? Though, to be fair, she probably would have been able to get the rain to stop by glaring. Perhaps someday, in your final form, you'll be just as powerful.

The man wilts and shakes his head, and you’re alarmed when you hear a sniffle. Shit, you are not equipped to handle a crying man. You're not even equipped to handle your own emotions.

"I – I left rehearsal because I had a fight with my hyung," the guy begins to share, morosely wiping his face with a wet hand that only leaves more moisture behind. His voice quivers, and despite your misgivings, the piteous sight of him tugs at your heartstrings. "And now I'm lost. I only have my phone, and it’s useless right now."

You start to feel a little sympathy for someone who's clearly been having a bad day. You're about to offer to share your umbrella to the nearest train station when he finally looks straight at you, meeting your eyes for the first time.

The patch of skin behind your ear suddenly tingles and–

Oh.

Oh.

The rain falls, lightning cracks, and your stomach drops in time with the crash of thunder that follows. Yet you can barely hear it over the sudden pounding of your heartbeat.

"Do you… Could you… If it's not too much trouble, could I walk with you to the train station?" Jeon Jungkook pleads, large doe-eyes gazing brilliantly at you from half of an unmistakable face.

This… is why you felt like bringing an umbrella today? Because of the universe and its cosmic–fucking–intervention?

The man across you fidgets, growing self-conscious as he waits for your answer. For a few long seconds, all you can do is stare numbly at him.

Are you going to have to assume every man you run into these days is one of your soulmates? How is this even possible?

You reach your decision in less than a minute.

Dejectedly, you hold out your umbrella wordlessly to Jungkook, and his face lights up. His smile does something unspeakable to your heart that you refuse to acknowledge. His expression scrunches – cutely, to your dismay – in confusion when you just hand him the umbrella. You shove a few crumpled bills from your back pocket into his free hand, careful not to touch his skin, and he looks completely baffled.

"For the train fare," you manage to choke out, already backing away into the unforgiving rain. It's coming down so hard the pelting drops almost hurt, but this is infinitely preferable to whatever the fuck the alternative is.

"What…? No! You don't have to – I just wanted to share – "

"It's fine!" you call over your shoulder, already twenty meters away and sopping wet in the opposite way to what the universe was probably trying to contrive. "Just get home safe! I'm sure your hyung is worried!"

With that you're off, leaving a very confused and equally charmed idol behind. Jungkook stares after the strange, kind girl, wondering why it feels like you're running away.

Pondering, he scratches the tattoo behind his ear.

He’s just about to run after you, but then his phone buzzes in his pocket, and he opens it in surprise to see a wall of text messages.

How odd. The signal bars are full now.

At the influx of messages from his hyungs, his argument with Jimin at the rehearsal studio floods back into his mind, and Jungkook sniffles again and dials the familiar number.

"What do you want?" answers a grumbling Jimin, filling Jungkook's chest with guilt.

"Hyung, I'm so sorry!" Jungkook cries, blubbering in earnest now, the familiar voice opening the floodgates until his tears almost match the tempest around him.

"Don't call me!" his hyung scolds, clearly still angry. And yet, he picked up the call when he could have just ignored him. Jungkook hears Jimin sigh, the sound static and long. "Fine. Where are you?"

"I don't know," Jungkook whimpers as another crack of lightning cleaves the air. Thunder follows soon after, and he hopes that you're okay, wherever you've gone.

“What do you mean you ‘don’t know’?!” Jimin demands, suddenly all love, all worry. "Tell me where you are and I'll come get you."

Ah… warmth. This is what his team has taught him: brotherhood, love, and family. To be angry, to piss each other off, but in the end be willing to drop everything to help one another.

Something the stranger had done despite having no need to.

"I don't know where I am," Jungkook replies, already feeling a little better. "But I'll take a taxi home. S-someone gave me some money."

"Come safely. I'll wait outside for you."

Before Jungkook can protest, Jimin hangs up. The maknae can't help but smile despite how stressful the day has been. Between his team members and the kindness of the girl from earlier, his chest feels warm and fuzzy, driving away the cold and the gloom of the gray skies and icy rain.

He just wishes he had gotten your name.

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Fuck.

You wake with a head full of cotton and a nose more clogged than a toilet at an American WacDonald's. Feeling like death, you drag yourself out of bed to the bathroom, force yourself into a scalding hot shower that – for a blessed moment – clears your sinuses. You get ready for work, and by the time you're ready, you at least look put together, though inside you're already wishing you could crawl back under your covers.

Any other time, you might have taken a day off to not inflict your coworkers with your germs, but today is that stupid executive meeting and you can't afford to miss it.

You pop some cold medicine into your mouth, mask up, and get to work early, because despite your utter lack of care when it comes to your personal life, you are a demon in the office.

"[Y/n]!" calls Mijoo, one of your favorite administrative assistants. It's for that reason and that reason alone that you pull your head away from your screen to give her a smile she probably can't see through the cloth of your mask.

"Hey," you greet, clearing your throat and relieved you haven't hit the "uncontrollable cough" stage of your cold yet. "What's going on?"

"Soonyoung is freaking out about something again," she replies quietly, casting her eyes over to the corner office where your Senior Vice-President resides.

You're not sure if he ever actually leaves the building.

You sigh. This is a big project, one that is being presented to the company execs, and you really need everything to go perfectly. It's a good thing you got here early.

"When I finish here, I'll go talk to him," you say reluctantly, making Mijoo shoot you a smile of relief.

After you've confirmed that everything should as expected, you push off your desk, letting your chair roll backwards. Then you slip your feet back into your heels, stand, and give a lazy stretch of your limbs before heading to put out the fire, rolling your shoulders as you do so.

Through the glass surrounding the door, you can see your VP frowning at his computer screen, gray brows knit in some sort of frustration. You knock twice, and he looks up, still frowning. It vanishes as soon as he realizes it's you, and with a grin he beckons you inside.

"[Y/n]! Thank goodness," he said in a relieved voice, already angling his monitor so that you can see. "I can't get VLOOKUP to work!"

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something you shouldn't, instead ambling over to help the dinosaur who is (hopefully) planning on retiring soon. Why is someone so high up even messing with spreadsheets, anyway? You barely have time to do any hands-on work at this point, and all you manage is your own team.

"It's tricky," you agree fondly, humoring him not because you have to, but because he kind of reminds you of your grandpa. "Here, let me help."

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Your next meeting also has an unusually high number of execs, and you frown as you recall the vague wording of the invite. You settle in a chair next to your work friend slash rival Jaesung, who looks just as confused as you feel.

"Any idea what this 'very important meeting' is about?" you whisper in his direction, and he shakes his head.

"No clue, but there are rumors that there's something big coming up," he whispers back. The two of you are unable to speculate any further, however, as your CEO appears. What the hell?

By the time the meeting ends, you are torn between laughing and crying hysterically. The execs have announced the planned launch of a top secret flagship product, one that the company is expecting massive returns on due to a collaboration with – because this is your life now – motherfucking BTS.

And then VP Soonyoung stands, looks at you and Jaesung proudly, and says that as two of his best people, you will be spearheading the marketing and sales efforts. He adds, with an elderly jovial laugh, “Both of you will even get the chance to meet them, so go get your autograph plaques ready!”

As if you needed to be disincentivized!

"You’re so lucky!" wails Mijoo as you sit in your cube, where you have been staring woodenly at your computer screen for over five minutes now. She thinks you're in joyful shock, and maybe, it definitely is shock. The electric chair kind.

It's bad enough that you had to spend an entire wonderful excruciating evening with Hoba – Hoseok – and he is now aware of your existence, even if he hasn't realized you're soulmates. But now this?

You mull over filing for your immediate resignation, which only adds to your headache. Eventually, you conclude that your time and compensation package from Samsong are just too good, too unbeatable, and… you’ve grown as a professional here. People respect you, value you for you, and you absolutely love working with your personally curated team.

The problem is the universe keeps testing your limits. Executive meetings? Easy. Flagship product development? Doable with the right people. But passionate, self-consuming cosmic schemes involving the world’s biggest boy band in the guise of soulmateship?

You’d rather get hit by a car.

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The universe hates me.

That is your last thought as you hear the squeal of tires on pavement and the frantic honks of a car horn before you're suddenly staring up at the sky, pain flaring throughout your entire body.

A man gets out of the black Hyundai Palisade with tinted windows, and you suddenly wish that you had been truly run over with no hope of recovery. Of course it's Kim fucking Namjoon of BTS, and he's looking at you in a mixture of panic and concern that makes your heart flutter despite your best efforts.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he asks, to which part of your brain thinks, What a fucking idiot of course I'm not. The other half stupidly admires the broad set of his shoulders, the strange mixture of grace and clumsiness as he stumbles over to your battered body.

Wait.

You return to your senses, and begin to push yourself back up to your feet.

"Yep, totally fine!" you insist through gritted teeth, ignoring the way one of your legs is twisted awkwardly, and the flare of agony that permeates your body when you're able to bring yourself upright. "It was my fault anyway!"

It wasn't, but you're not going to stick around to let this play out.

You begin to limp away as fast as your contorted ankle allows, ignoring the flabbergasted expression on Namjoon's handsome face.

"I – can I at least pay for your medical bills?" he asks as he takes a tentative step after you. You hobble faster despite the burning pain in your legs.

"It's fine!" you call behind you, getting a regrettable glimpse of his beautiful, worried eyes. "South Korea has universal healthcare coverage!"

Unfortunately, you can only wobble so fast until the physically fit, able-bodied man catches up to you. By this point, your vision is fuzzing with strange dotted lights and your body doesn't feel quite real anymore. Namjoon's hand touches your shoulder, and you turn around to tell him off. Instead, you feel your legs buckle and strong arms catch you before everything goes black.

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"You keep appearing in unexpected places, and often." Jimin swallows, his heart beginning to race. "Your skin is always covered up. You don't eat or drink anything when I'm around."

He takes a deep breath, knowing you're just a step behind him.

"How old are you?"

You hesitate – just barely – before you reply.

"Twenty-five."

"... How long have you been twenty-five?"

"A few months."

A few months. A few months since he's moved into your apartment complex. A few months since the strange not-quite-ennui and melancholy has begun plaguing him. A few months since you have turned of age to manifest your soulmate connection.

"I know what you are."

He feels your body tense behind him, and a thrill runs down his spine. When you speak, he can feel your breath on his neck.

"Say it."

“Soulma–”

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Kim Namjoon looks anxiously at the nurse checking your vitals as you lay prone on the hospital bed, wishing he could do more to help.

"I think – I think she might have hit her head," he offers, for the tenth time, thinking about the way you had tried to run away on what the nurse is reasonably certain is a badly sprained ankle. The nurse gives him a tight smile, because one does not simply roll their eyes at the leader of Bangtan Sonyeondan, no matter how many times he's said the same thing.

"We'll check for it," the nurse promises, soothing the tall man. For the time being.

Namjoon chews on his lip as he gazes at you, wondering what your story is, what kind of past would drive you to such strange lengths.

For some reason, he itches to hold your hand, but that would be completely inappropriate from a total stranger. Especially when it could cause dating rumors if anyone gets a glimpse or a picture. His manager is already going to kill him for chasing down an injured girl in broad daylight.

His eyes keep getting drawn back to your face, peaceful in sleep and – dare he say it – quite pretty. Very pretty. Beautiful, even. And you had felt so soft and nice in his arms, warm and –

"Sir, please stay seated while I finish here," comes the nurse's tired voice, and Namjoon realizes he's gotten up and has an arm outstretched to stroke your cheek.

"Uh, sorry," he stutters, face burning as he sits back down. What the hell is wrong with him? Why does he feel drawn to this very strange, very lovely girl?

A soft groan tears Namjoon out of his spiraling thoughts, and his gaze shoots to your form as your eyelids flutter open.

"Wha – " you ask blearily, waking up from the weirdest parody dream of the world’s best vampire movie ever. Shifting in your bed, pain contorts your face and you let out a hiss. "Ow!"

Namjoon rushes over, and your mouth drops open when you realize who he is. Before you can react, he's holding your hand in his, and he staggers as something in the universe fundamentally shifts. By your gasp, you're experiencing a similar sensation, and you yank your hand out of his grip before he can get his bearings.

"Your leg seems severely strained," the nurse explains, blissfully unaware of the way the world is tumbling around the both of you. "We'll need to do x-rays to make sure it’s not broken."

"I'll… get a wheelchair…" Namjoon says, in a daze, desperate to be of help even as his mind races to understand what is going on. He stumbles outside of the room, desperately hoping that a moment alone will help him get his thoughts in order and help him find the right questions to ask.

Apparently these are questions he won't receive answers to any time soon, because by the time he's back, the room is empty. The nurse follows after him, and looks around in confusion.

"Where'd she go?" the nurse asks, and Namjoon wishes he knew the answer. Who are you? Why are you so hellbent on getting away from him?

And why does holding your hand feel like home?

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That was too close. Too fucking close.

You pull yourself onto the bus by the railing, ignoring the driver's confused, concerned expression as he takes in your hospital gown and the way you're wincing in pain. You swipe your card, only vaguely aware that everyone behind you can see your rump through the poorly tied flaps of the gown.

It's fine. Your dignity is unimportant compared to the bulletproof boy scout you just dodged.

You drag yourself to a handicapped seat – if there's ever a time you can confidently sit in one, it's now – and fall into it, finding an angle for your leg that gives some sort of relief.

Despite the pain, it's the warm feeling in your hand you can't stop thinking about.

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Kim Namjoon is at a loss.

Despite searching the entire hospital, the mysterious girl was nowhere to be found, vanishing from the premises as if she were never there. Still, out of personal guilt and liability, Namjoon lingered, offering to settle the missing girl’s hospital expenses, but the charge nurse expertly dismissed his generosity once it became apparent that he did not know you at all. He couldn’t even give them your name, or any proof of relation, and the rest of the staff quickly became tight-lipped around him.

Even Kim Namjoon, the illustrious 148 IQ leader of BTS, can’t argue against health privacy laws.

Since leaving his phone number with the charge nurse – his final, desperate effort – Namjoon has been staring at his phone, waiting for any news about you… news that simply never comes.

That same evening, he walks into the band’s shared dormitory with aplomb.

Single-minded, he heads straight for the living room and picks up the remote control off of the coffee table.

The flatscreen TV goes dark, and Kim Taehyung complains, “Hyung, no! What gives!”

Jungkook cries in offense, shooting up from the sofa, “My vampire baseball scene!”

Namjoon deigns them both with a long-suffering look. “We need to talk, so call the team.”

His assertive voice, usually reserved for critical matters and scolding, makes Taehyung and Jungkook abandon their emotional support movie in favor of gathering the rest of the group.

One by one, the boys pile into the living room from separate parts of the apartment at Namjoon’s behest. Most of them are sporting rumpled clothes and bedheads, save for Jimin, who looked ready to leave for his own place.

Namjoon announces, “There’s something I want to discuss. A… possibility.” He clears his throat. “A girl.”

"That's what you interrupted our movie for?" Taehyung asks, indignant. "A crush?"

Hoseok lets out an immediate sigh of relief. “Is that it?” And then he pauses, scratching at his nape, “Well, me too, I guess.”

Jimin’s eyes brighten. “No way, hyungs! Me too!”

When Jin, Jungkook, and Taehyung concede that they've also had a run-in with a very memorable girl recently, a new suspicion blooms in the back of Namjoon's mind.

Could they be talking about the same girl?

Though unlikely, he decides to ask, “Did any of you manage to get her name?”

Jin nods, seriously. “G0d$l@yeR_69.”

Namjoon shoots him another long-suffering look.

Hoseok stays silent, if only because his memories of you are one of the few non-idol centered things he still holds onto. Besides, his girl can’t possibly be their girl, too. The odds of that happening would be astronomical.

It's not so wrong to want to keep one aspect of his life to himself… right?

“Sorry, I… I didn’t get her name,” Jimin lies, for the same reason Hoseok keeps quiet. Besides, even if Jin is interested in you, Jimin's your neighbor! He should get first dibs! He's not going to give up your name so his handsome, charismatic hyung can find you and woo you before Jimin even has a chance to try.

"What's this important meeting about?" asks Min Yoongi, walking into the room with a mug of coffee in hand.

"A girl," Jungkook replies, somewhat dreamily, remembering the guardian angel that saved him that rainy day. Yoongi rolls his eyes and immediately turns around to leave despite Namjoon's protests. He has more important things to do than sit around gossiping, especially since he has a meeting with Samsong tomorrow about their new collaboration.

There's a hubbub behind him, a thump, and a curse from the ungainly leader as Namjoon's prized George Nakashima coffee table claims yet another victim. Yoongi's toe throbs, and he sighs.

"There's a first-aid kit in my room." He calls over his shoulder as he goes. "Knock yourselves out."

Far away, in a clinic near your apartment where your ankle is being put into a brace, you sneeze.

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Reciprocity TMNT AU Masterpost

Is Reciprocity a comic or a fanfic?

Reciprocity is a Mutant Mayhem fanfic on Ao3, but there's tons of awesome fanart! Fanart on Tumblr

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Shortly after their acceptance by the human world, Leo is forcibly taken by an unknown entity. A terrible revelation from Leo's captor leads everyone to believe Leo is dead...everyone, except for Raph.

There's something Raph can't explain, something only he can feel, something everybody wants him to ignore. It whispers softly somewhere in the deepest corners of his mind: he's still here.

Raph can't explain the strange dreams he never seems to remember, either, or why he's started having panic attacks. And Raph definitely can't explain why this new Jones guy at school seems to be the only person who doesn't think he's crazy. Casey seems a little crazy himself, but with Raph still picking up the pieces of his family's shattered life, he'll take whatever help he can get on his mission to find Leo.

Wait...is Leo actually dead?

No! Leo is still alive! I personally can't handle fics where any of the turtles are dead because it's too sad for me lol! Leo is alive, but presumed dead by everyone but Raph.

What are the tags?

Is the fic finished?

The story is still a WIP. There are currently 17 chapters, and this masterpost will be updated with every new chapter release.

Will it have a happy ending?

YES!!! I promise that this story will have a happy ending!

How long will the fic be?

There will be 3 arcs in total. The first arc is just about to conclude before Chapter 20. I don't have an exact chapter count or estimate, sorry!

The last update was [X amount of time] ago. Is this fic abandoned?

I will not abandon this fic. However, I'm an adult in my mid-30s with a very time consuming job. Sometimes I work from home, and other times I'm on site. I also travel a lot, both for work and fun. I work on the fic when I can, and do not have a regular posting schedule. I'm sorry!

If you want to see more frequent updates about new chapter status, I am way more active over on Twitter!

[notmybitch]

I'l try and sum up both yesteray and today's episodes here, so bear with me:

First off, I've seen people on Instagram really taking Fina's side against Jaime and I get it. I totally understand her distress and suspicions about Jaime's actitude. And it breaks my heart that she blames herself after all, she's once again in an impossible situation. That being said, watching both episodes fully, you can't ignore how much Jaime is actually trying to help Isidro. He is not only looking at all the possible treatments he can, but even when speaking with Luz you can tell that he is genuinely focused on Isidro's health and trying to put aside what's happening with him, Marta and Fina. It doesn't make him a saint, but at least he's a good doctor.

That scene he had with Luz seems to point to them actually getting closer and I'm sorry, but I'm totally rooting for them. Luis looks like he's really into the new girl and Luz deserves some romance in her life. They get along very well and now that he realized that Marta will never love him, maybe he'll let Marta and Fina be and try to move on? I know I sound naive but I keep thinking of an interview in which Marta Belmonte said some 'bad guys' are not actually that bad. Maybe she meant Jaime? Let me know what you guys think.

As for Isidro, damn I love how wonderful he is with Fina right now, it always makes me happy. I truly understand that he wants to be left alone but he can't see he raised the most feisty woman on earth. She was so cute all angry at him and Jaime, omg.

I want more scenes of Marta and Fina with Digna, pleaseeee. I will cry my eyes out if she ends up being against their relationship.

I'm sooooo in love with Marta becoming more and more angry on Fina's behalf and asking her father to help with Isidro and his treatment. What a queen. Those facial expressions she pulled on Jaime were priceless. Loved that beautiful dad&daughter duo telling Jaime what to do lmao

Bonus for full episode viewers:

Begoña and Luz's discussion made me so sad, I really like their friendship. Everything Begoña and Julia are going through is damn hard and they both deserve the world after everything that's happened

Damián hiring his son as his driver oh boy, oh dude. That's gonna backfire so quick. Can't wait for that reveal.

[ridiculousn3sswrites]

Lie to Me

*Dick Grayson (Nightwing) x Reader

*Summary: Reader can't ignore her boyfriend's weird behavior anymore. What she can do is delude herself into thinking everything is okay and still believe his lies.

*Warnings: Swearing, drinking, inferred cheating (no actual cheating), light angst. I think that's it, but let me know if I missed anything.

*A/N: So I listened to Lie to Me by Ne-Yo a lot while writing this. A bit of a life update here: I'm about to start my last year of law school! It's crazy to think I started writing fanfics when I was just about to start high school and now here I am. Anyways, hope you guys like this one!

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There was something weird going on with your boyfriend. Sure, there had been his odd little quirks when you’d visited him before - like rushing to pick up only one bundle of clothes on the floor when you came in - but things really seemed to ramp up when you moved in with him. There were times when the two of you would be relaxing before bed, when he’d get a phone call and then be rushing out the door with a half-baked excuse. There would be times when you’d wake up to him leaving in the middle of the night, or coming back right before your alarm was supposed to go off for work. Maybe it was weird, but he was a cop, right? Maybe there were just emergencies he was needed for, maybe there were things he couldn’t talk about with you.

Maybe you were a fool.

You couldn’t exactly pin when the insecurity started really hitting you, but maybe it was the fact that you lived with him that made it really noticeable. When you brought it up to your friends, you got those knowing little pitying looks that you knew what they meant, but they didn’t want to say it out loud. The most you would get out of your friends was ‘talk to him’, but how could you talk to him when you were convinced you were making a big deal out of nothing?

The two of you were cuddled on the couch, watching a movie to round out a long awaited date night. You were enjoying the proximity, work really taking you through the wringer for the past week and you just needed this. About halfway through the movie, you could feel the vibrations from Dick’s phone ringing. He took a glance at the screen before sending it to voicemail. You looked up at him, but he just shook his head. “It’s not important.”

But apparently it was, because whoever it was called him three more times before he finally got up to answer the phone. That took you back a bit, because he normally was fine taking work calls in front of you. When he had been gone for a few minutes, you paused the movie and got up to go check on him. The door to your bedroom was cracked open, and you could hear Dick’s whispers to the person on the other side of the call. “Listen, I can’t go. I promised her I’d spend the night with her.”

You didn’t want to interrupt, so you just sat there, waiting for him. You felt a little weird listening in, but there was something in you telling you to stay. 

“Babs, you know I normally would, but-” Dick’s sentence was cut off, but after a few seconds he spoke again. “Alright, fine, I’ll be there. I’ll just make something up again.”

You could hear Dick’s groan of frustration, and that snapped you out of it before you could spiral. You made your way back to your spot on the couch, eyes unfocused on the movie in front of you. Dick’s footsteps were your cue to look up, trying to hide any signs of your heartache. “So what was that?”

“I’m sorry, baby, they just made an arrest for a case I’m on,” Dick apologized, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. It just broke you even more knowing how easily the lies spilled from his lips, not even needing time to think about it.

“They can’t handle it?” You slipped up, unable to hide your attitude for the second. You grimaced, realizing you should have waited until he was gone and you had room to process everything on your own. Instead, Dick was now moving in front of you, kneeling so he could be face-level with you. The concern was so quickly painted on his face that you couldn’t help but feel that little tug in you. You were the reason he was worried. You needed to fix it.

“I’m really sorry, I tried to get out of it but they really need me to come in.” You looked away from his intense gaze, trying to will away the tears that were threatening to build up. “Baby, c’mon, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. You should go before you get in trouble,” you told him in a small voice.

“Please look at me?” Dick practically pleaded, placing his hand on your knee. You forced yourself to meet his blue eyes, trying to soothe his worry. The sooner he was out of the apartment, the sooner you could let yourself fall apart.

“Sorry, it’s just been a while since we’ve been able to hang out and I was looking forward to it,” you told him, placing your hand over his. “I know your job’s important, you should get going.”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too.” As soon as Dick was satisfied that you were okay, he went about grabbing his things for work. When the front door closed behind him, you let out a deep sigh. You knew who Barbara was, and you’d already gone through your fit of insecurity about her when you and Dick first got together. You knew her and Dick had been an item for a while before the two of you had met, and things ended when he moved to Blüdhaven.

Dick had been so good at soothing your worries, always letting you know if she was going to be at the same events as him (she normally was) or what they were chatting about since they were still friends. You weren’t personally friends with her, but when you finally met her, she had really eased all your worries. She just seemed like such a good person, and she immediately put you at ease. But now you couldn’t help but think it was all for show. 

It wasn’t unusual for Barbara to randomly call Dick, but why was she so insistent that he go to her right now? What did Dick mean by make something up again? Was every work emergency a lie? Your heart felt heavy in your chest, but you couldn’t find it in you to move or find something to distract yourself with. You laid on your side, the movie still playing on the television in front of you, but you didn’t care about it anymore. Eventually the movie ended, but you didn’t care enough to change it to something else. The recommended titles screen played trailers for movies you didn’t care about, but you didn’t need the apartment to be completely silent, so you didn’t bother to turn it off. 

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you woke up the next morning with Dick’s arm around your waist, his deep breaths fanning over the back of your neck. He must have carried you back to the bed whenever he got back, and you felt the warmth creeping into your cheeks at his thoughtfulness. If you woke him up, you’d have to ask questions about what time he got in last night. Technically, all you had right now were suspicions. You could ignore them, turn a blind eye to his nights gone and enjoy when he was here, or you could confront him, and risk blowing up everything you’d come to love. If he continued lying to you, you could pretend you didn’t know. You felt his arm tighten around you, and you made your decision. You closed your eyes, trying to will yourself back to sleep. You would enjoy this while you had it, ignore what you knew. 

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It was nice to pretend nothing was wrong. Dick was still the nearly perfect boyfriend he had always been - bringing you little surprises after a rough day at work, showing you plenty of affection, never afraid to shower you with words of affirmation - and now you chose not to question the not-so-perfect parts. There was still the little ache when Dick would suddenly announce he was needed at work, but you just gave him a soft smile and a kiss on his way out the door, telling him to get home safely.

Things had gone like that for a couple months before a true challenge to your delusion appeared. Dick came home from work, letting you know that the two of you were invited to Bruce’s for (yet another) Wayne Foundation event. You had to admit that you were excited, it had been a while since you had seen everyone, and Dick’s brothers were just chaotic enough to keep you entertained for the whole night. Your excitement dipped a little when Dick told you Barbara would also be there. It was easy to pretend they didn’t have anything going on when she lived in a different city, but with the two of them in the same room, seeing the two of them together, you didn’t know just how long you’d be able to hold onto your delusion.

The first night you were there was nice. It was just you and the various Wayne children (though some of them weren’t necessarily children anymore), everyone joking around and just enjoying being in the same house. When you went to call it a night, tired from traveling and the general chaos of the Wayne household, Dick followed you up. 

“I forgot how wild you all are,” you joked, changing into your pajamas, which was just one of Dick’s shirts and a pair of shorts.

“Yeah, you know how it gets when all of us are together,” Dick laughed. “I’m glad you’re having fun, you’ve been kind of off for a while.”

That made you pause. You thought you’d been doing a good job at hiding what you knew, but maybe that was just more of your own delusions. “What?”

“Yeah, you’ve just been a bit off, but I figured you’d tell me when you’re ready,” Dick explained, taking you in his arms. “I’m here for you, you know. I’m not gonna make you tell me what’s wrong, but I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk about it.”

Your breath hitched at his reassurances, and you were sure that any other time it would have made you melt and just tell him what’s on your mind. But you couldn’t exactly share what was wrong when he was at the center of it. Without him confirming it, it didn’t have to be true, and you could pretend just a little longer. You stayed quiet, needing that peace for now.

Later that night, when Dick moved you out of his arms when he was sure you were asleep, you woke up the slightest bit. You didn’t say anything, and you didn’t say anything when you felt him leave the bed, or when you heard the door close behind him. It wasn’t until he’d been gone for a good while that you accepted he wasn’t going to come back until the early hours of the morning. When the tears built up, you didn’t stop them from falling, soaking the pillowcase beside you. 

You didn’t question where he’d gone when you woke up the next morning to him climbing back into bed. You didn’t move when he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. But of course he noticed you were awake, and of course he couldn’t just stay quiet like you had. “Baby, it’s early. C’mon, let’s go back to sleep.”

Going through the motions was easy, but the others noticed something was off about you. You could tell it in the way they treated you like you were one wrong move from breaking, and they weren’t technically wrong. The only ones not handling you with caution were Damian and Jason, but they normally weren’t ones to handle you with too much care anyways. Luckily, there wasn’t much time to linger around the heavy weight in your heart with the time for the gala quickly approaching.

“Alright, what gives?” Jason asked, holding out a champagne glass to you. You jumped a little, startled out of your thoughts as you looked at Dick and Barbara across the room, laughing with each other.

“What?”

“You’re acting weird, what’s going on.” Jason didn’t give you any room to try to weasel your way out of the conversation, pinning you to the spot with his stare. Even though the two of you were decent enough friends, this whole issue was concerning his brother, so you’d rather not bring it up to him. Or anyone for that matter.

“It’s nothing, really-”

“Bullshit and we both know it. Now spill.” Damn Jason.

“I think I need to-”

“I think you need to tell me what’s going on. Spill.” Bastard.

“Okay, fine! Damn, you’re stubborn.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Alright. So, uh, what can you tell me about Dick and Barbara?” You immediately took a sip of the champagne, trying to hide your face.

“What?”

“You heard me.” “Yeah, but I thought you and Dick already talked about all that.”

“Humor me.”

“They dated in high school, but she works with us so we’re all pretty close to her,” Jason explained.

“Like she works at Wayne Enterprises?”

“Wait, he hasn’t told you?”

“Hasn’t told me what, Jason? Listen, I overheard him on a call with her a bit ago and then he made an excuse to go meet her. Can you just tell me if you know anything or not?”

“Listen, Dick’s a fucking idiot for going this long without telling you, but he’s not cheating on you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Then what isn’t he telling me?”

“He’s your boyfriend, why don’t you just ask him?”

“He’s your brother, why don’t you just tell me if you know?” Jason laughed, taking a drink.

“Trust me, if I tell you, you won’t believe me. Just ask him before you drive yourself insane.” And just as quickly as he appeared, the man made his way back into the crowd, leaving you with your half drunk champagne and more questions than answers. But one thing was for certain, you couldn’t put this off for much longer, and if that meant breaking your illusion of a happy, perfect relationship, then so be it.

There was a certain lightness to knowing that, by the end of the night, you would have your answers. The facade you’d been putting on would finally fade away, and maybe you’d be able to breathe a little easier. When Dick returned to your side later that night, asking for a dance, he held you like you were precious, but not like you were broken. You would miss this.

The time wasn’t right until the last of the absurdly rich people were ushered into their cars, and you and the rest of the Wayne clan were returning to your rooms upstairs. Dick helped you out of your dress, pressing a kiss to the skin that was revealed to him, and it was all so tender that it made you want to cry. He passed you one of his t shirts to sleep in, and once you were dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed, you took a deep breath.

“Hey, so uh, I think I’m ready to talk about what’s been going on,” you told him as he was about to turn off the light. Immediately he crossed the room, kneeling to look up at you.

“Okay, take all the time you need.”

“So, a while ago when we were watching a movie, you got up to take a call, and I kind of overheard it,” you started, trailing off. Dick squeezed your knee, encouraging you to continue. “I know you haven’t been leaving for work emergencies. If something’s wrong here, then could you at least tell me instead of running to Barbara in the middle of the night?”

You chanced a glance at your boyfriend’s face, and there was nothing there but confusion. Dick was a smart guy, but damn was he stupid.

“Could you please just tell me what’s going on?” you asked, pulling his hand from your knee and into your own. You could feel the tears building again, but ignored it for now. “I just can’t take anymore lies.”

“I should’ve told you sooner, but I didn’t know how you’d take it,” Dick started, pressing a kiss to your hand. “Please don’t cry, baby. I’m not cheating on you, not with Barbara, not with anyone.”

“Then why do you keep sneaking out? You’re gone all night, and it’s not work-”

“Get up, put on some pants. I wanna show you something.” The sudden decisiveness was jarring, especially with how Dick had been kneeling at your feet mere moments before.

“Like, real pants?” Dick just stared at you, and you had to blame it on the emotional whiplash you were currently going through. Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, you opted to grab a pair of sweats from the top of your bag. 

As soon as your slippers were on, Dick took your hand and led you through the halls of the manor. The place seemed so much lonelier when Bruce wasn’t hosting something, your footsteps echoing through the halls. You didn’t know the house well enough to know where exactly Dick was taking you, but eventually he stopped in the main hall.

“Alright, so what do you want to show me?” You asked, still trying to process what exactly was going on here. Surely the explanation couldn’t be so complicated as to have you running around the Wayne Manor.

“Wait just a second, I promise.” Dick turned to the grandfather clock, opening the glass door on its body and messing with something. Before you could ask what he was doing, he closed the door again and held up a finger for you to wait. A panel behind the grandfather clock opened, revealing a sleek elevator with blue lights accenting it. Before you could question it further, Dick pulled you into the elevator and pressed the button to start the descent.

“Rich people are so fucking weird, I swear,” you mumbled as the elevator just kept going down. “Dick, where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see in just a second.”

“That’s what you keep saying!” As if the world wanted to prove you to be an ass, the doors opened to reveal what you could describe as nothing other than a cave. Well, if a cave had very high-tech capabilities and various platforms showing off expensive equipment. “What the actual fuck?”

“So, uh, I wanted to tell you, but I also didn’t because it’s kind of weird and a little unbelievable,” Dick explained, once again taking you by the hand. Of course you recognized what this was, it was a little hard not to recognize something like the Batmobile. Your mind immediately scrambled for answers, but you couldn’t really rationalize all this the way you wanted to. It wasn’t until Dick stopped in front of the display cases of different suits that it fully sunk in.

“No fucking way.”

“Yeah. First things first, not Batman. But I think you can put together the fact that we live in Blüdhaven and-”

“You’re Nightwing.”

“Yeah. Listen, I’m really sorry I lied to you for so long, but I honestly thought I was keeping you safe and-”

“You’re an idiot,” you cut him off, not really meaning it. Well, you still kind of meant it. “I should’ve known there was no way you got that beat up from being a detective.”

Dick laughed, relief flooding his features. “Yeah, I’m not that bad at my day job.”

“So, that call with Barbara…”

“I was really trying to take the night off, but then Barbara got some information about a meeting happening that night and I had to go. I promise, she’s our informant and kind of runs a lot of things around here,” Dick explained. “It kind of works that I did the big reveal here. Showing you that locked trunk I have in the closet just doesn’t hit the same as coming here.”

“Yeah, I bet it doesn’t,” you agreed, laughing. You really didn’t know how to process the flood of emotions running through you, try as hard as you might. Of course you were a little miffed about the fact that Dick had been lying to you for years, but you also understood this wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you could really be open about. You were still emotionally drained from all the turmoil you’d gone through lately, but mostly you were relieved. Your boyfriend hadn’t found someone else. You weren’t going to be left as an afterthought. Things were going to be (kind of) the same.

Except for the fact that now you knew your boyfriend wore spandex on a near nightly basis.

“I completely understand if you need some time to process all this, but if you still want me, I promise I’ll never hide something like this from you again.” Dick turned to face you fully, taking your hand in his and holding it to his chest. “I’ll do whatever I need to make it up to you, please, I love you.”

“Dick, the last thing I ever want to do is break up with you. That’s why it took me so long to say something in the first place. I was willing to look past it all if it meant that you stayed, and if that makes me stupid, then yeah, I’m stupid.” You were glad when Dick interrupted you by pulling you into him, pressing his lips to yours.

Just as you were taking the time to enjoy the kiss, you heard a wolf whistle coming from somewhere else in the cave. “It’s about damn time you told her, but could you not do that right in front of the suits?”

Fucking Jason. 

[mcytblrconfessions]

Hi, little hater here from earlier. At no point when writing that out did I think it was misogynistic, but like. Yeah it might have been a little bit. Idk if I would care enough to yap about it if it had been just another guy being added. Maybe I am holding her to higher expectations then I would for a male creator.

I was hoping for other female creators to get in, and maybe since she was the final person announced in the 6 we expected I'm salty cause she 'took' the hypothetical slot that other creators I was hoping for for lifesteal. And that's stupid, and looking back I know that that's stupid. And that's not on Kab, that's on Lifesteal for adding 6 guys and 1 girl, and that's on me for bitching about it in a public place.

I've been watching her for a while now, and I really do want her to succeed. I think some of my hesitancy for her in Lifesteal is the sort of lack of commitment to real storybeats that we saw in the final stretch of s5, and Kab deserves to be in better stories. She's at the top of the artform of mcrp, and so far Lifesteal has not been. I want Lifesteal to do better, and maybe Kab can bring some of that to the server, but like unless they can reach that level idk if its the right place for her. I just don't want to see her on a server that refused to meet the energy level she brings to things.

Idk man. I'm not that pressed about it, just between seasons is the time to yap cause theres no streams to watch to focus on instead, by july 7th I'll be hyped to see her there. I'm sorry about that prior ask. I will be paying Kaboodle the unfair hater tax in the form of a gifted twitch sub tonight.

first off, thank you for the apology.

i dont have any real bias for lifesteal or kaboodle. i started watching lifesteal this week and im not familiar with kaboodle at all. and the reason ive stayed away from pvp focused mcrp is because it's so heavily male dominated especially lifesteal, ive been making jokes that there's a secret no girls allowed rule since ive heard abt it.

this fandom has a long history of not treating women well and when a woman is a fan-favorite she's really only allowed to be 1 of 3 things, a fighter, a girl-boss, or ur soggy poor wet little meow meow. its just not fair to creators to be essentialized and treated as support for their male peers. made to fit into men's stories instead of getting recognized and respected for their own. and smps themselves have horrible ratios, my favorite is hermitcraft but 5(4?) out of 27 is less then 20 percent! that's terrible! there's so many wonderful women ccs out there yet so little space is made for them. 2(3? idk squiddo's gender) out of 31 is the ratio for lifesteal 6. i dont need to point out how bad that is.

so to get an ask with "I just don't think that the vibes are going to be right with her there" put me really on edge. it's putting the fault on her, and it's ignoring that there was a group of lifestealers who already agreed that she was a good fit because she's on the smp! she's on the team! the difference between "the vibes arent going to be right with her there" and "they can't reach her level" is huge. but you know lifesteal better then me. if you say they cant match her energy i believe you! but if it's true, her and lifesteal dont work out because she did put her all in and they didnt that is still completely different from the thesis of your original ask

ive turned off the reblogs of the other post but i hope moving forward we can be more critical and careful with how we treat our women creators. there's already so little space for them in creator spaces let's not push them out of community spaces too.

[archie-sunshine]

sorry i love thinking about rodimus and drift's relationship and all it's complexities.

because like. it's not healthy. in the slightest. rodimus is actively using drift to justify his more negative behaviours. he literally talks about how he doesn't listen to either magnus or drift because one is too negative and one it too positive so he ends up being able to do what he wants.

there's also that one scene in the shadowplay arc where it's implied he starts calling drift slurs if he doesn't pick up his phone fast enough.

this scene btw

like obviously rodimus could be calling him anything but considering drift literally ends that statement with "anyways, let's move on" it's probably not the nicest thing. which is not indicative of a healthy friendship

but the thing is it kinda goes both ways. the lost light is a ship away from the rest of cybertron, drift is able to put some amount of distance between himself and his past and there's a sort of buffer that likely comes from being around rodimus

cause like. the thing is. drift isn't some sort of hippy chill guy. that's an act he puts on for everyone else. like he's still spiritual, that's a big aspect of his character, but he's still very much a morally grey guy. he's shown to have zero issues with throwing himself headlong into combat. there's one scene where he literally gets pissy at rodimus for kill stealing him

and in the sound of breaking glass which is the in between scene after the tyrest arc, we learn that drift doesn't leave for rodimus' reputation or his sake, he leaves for the rest of the crew.

quote

"When I put this sword through my spark, I saw something."

"What, like a vision?"

"Kind of. More a sense of how thing would play out. It was abstract and it was fleeting, and every time I call it to mind it becomes harder to interpret, but something is around the corner, Rodimus - and a year from now, or 50 years from now, that something will arrive, and we won't be able to stop it unless we find the Knights. And I don't care if you thin, 'Oh that's just Drift being Drift,' because I'm convinced that you need to remain in charge. People can come and go - they can die - but you have to be here, otherwise we will fail. And so the simple the solution - the only solution - is that I take the blame for this."

"I won't let you do this for me."

"I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for everyone else."

End quote.

i don't know. i feel like this conversation is really important to understanding drift and rodimus' friendship that a lot of people miss because sometimes they don't read the interlude's.

drift and rodimus are not a healthy friendship but neither of them are actively trying to hurt the other. it's a mutually destructive relationship not just rodimus trying to take advantage of drift while drift is blissfully ignorant. (i really hate how people woobify drift. he's not some uwu spiritual hippy who is ignorant of how bad of a person he is. he's putting on a persona for everyone else to make them more comfortable around him, even if it makes him miserable and/or devalues him as a person in the eyes of others. that's why ratchet is good for him, because he doesn't care. he likes drift for drift.)

and that's a thing a lot of people seem to misunderstand about rodimus. he's not like, willfully ignorant. he's painfully aware of how badly he's fucked up on so many levels. that's a key aspect of his character arc. he recognises that he needs to grow and change

anyways hopefully this doesn't come off as annoying. i just really like thinking about the characters in mtmte and i think that a lot of people tend to conflate a lot of fandom personalities with the canon ones. something something, that every 3 months people should have to reread the source material

I have said this to literally everyone i've asked to read mtmte, and i will say it again:

RODIMUS STRAIGHT UP SUCKS.

LIKE FOR A REALLY REALLY LONG TIME.

The whole point of the story is that rodimus is a less than great guy who demands too much of people, disregards them, uses them, etc. and then he LEARNS. through having a thousand rocks thrown at him! that he needs to stop sucking!!!

They both enable each other's worst qualities. they are FULLY bad for each other. I have a soft spot for that kind of thing sometimes.

... BEFORE they go through their own separate character arcs.

I agree with everything you've laid out, because you ARE right, however, I argue personally that POST CANON driftrod can be healthy. I have a whole fix it fic planned about it, i believe they should kiss, etc etc

Like i'm a driftrod defender and i can say for certain that their initial friendship is very very bad for both of them, but I can SEE the POTENTIAL of them both growing as people, having to do that separately, and being able to come back together happily.

BUT GENUINELY PLEASE DONT FIGHT ME ABOUT STUFF LIKE THIS IM SCARED I DONT WANT TO BE INVOLVED IN SHIP WARS-

[6rookie-writer0110]

Competition with the night

Kate Bishop x Male Reader

Request - hi could you do A Male Ninja Reader Adopted By Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles X Kate Bishop?

The reader is Kate's boyfriend who helps her against the tracksuit gang, when they are surrounded, they are helped by the reader's adopted brothers the ninja turtles, along with their best friend Casey Jones, who surprises Kate and Clint very much.

You are at Kate’s apartment and the moment got ruined. You and Kate were supposed to have a romantic day together but Clint got the location of the tracksuit gang. Now, you and Kate are getting dressed then you get the arrows ready for her.

“So, who you were texting?” Kate asked.

“My brother Donatello, asked what we should have for dinner. I don't know why he is asking, he loves pizza” You said.

“So his name is Donatello, interesting. So… does he know that you are my boyfriend? We have been dating for two years, and you always talk about them. I thought you could introduce me to him” Kate said.

“Ummm, that can't happen,” You said.

“Why not?” Kate asked.

“It’s complicated and you might not like them,” You said.

“Y/n, you don't know that. What if I get along with them?” Kate said.

“I-I… Kate, I'm sorry but you can't meet him or my other brothers” You said.

You are Kate’s boyfriend of two years, you know everything about her. And there are times you talk about your brothers with Kate.

“It feels like I don't know who you are sometimes,” Kate said unhappily.

You feel bad and she walks away. She is ignoring you and you sighed.

“Kate, it's complicated. I-” You said.

“Stop it, Y/n. I don't want to talk about it right now. Just get ready” Kate said.

You and Kate went with Clint to the warehouse. You and Kate put the earpiece on and waited on the roof

“Kate, I'm sorry… I” You tried to explain.

“Forget it, Y/n,” Kate said.

“Focus, you two. Whatever is the problem save it for later, I don't want to get killed” Clint said.

Clint was fighting the guys, then got caught. Now he is tied up, he was distracted by you two.

“Where is Kate Bishop!?” He yelled.

“I don't know who that is,” Clint said.

They keep asking but Clint plays dumb. Then you and Kate fell through the glass roof the thugs tied up you and Kate. Clint sighed, now you three are sitting on a kiddie ride machine.

“This is embarrassing,” You said.

Clint sighed and Kate tried to break the rope tied around her wrists. One of the guys takes out your phone from your pocket.

“Nice phone,” He said.

“Can you do me a quick favor?” You asked.

“Y/n,” Clint said.

“What are you doing?” Kate asked.

“I asked him nicely,” You said.

“Fine. You are going to die, so call your mom and say goodbye” He said.

“Go to my phone contacts and press my brother’s phone number,” You said.

The guy pressed Raphael’s phone number…

“Hey Raphie!” You said.

“Don’t call me that” Raphael said.

“Hey, I'm in trouble… we are in trouble. Can you come save me? before they decide to kill me” You said.

“What did you do!?” Raphael yelled.

“Raphael! I didn't do anything wrong. Are you coming or what?” You said.

“Yeah, yeah yeah. Give us five minutes” Raphael said.

“I love you,” You said.

“You are strange, Y/N,” Raphael said.

He hangs up and everyone is staring at you.

“Big brothers, always in a crappy mood,” You said.

“I have an old brother too. My mom thinks he is perfect in everything” He said.

“Exactly! My dad thinks he is perfect” You said.

“I can’t believe this is happening right now,” Clint said.

“I thought your brother’s name was Donatello, not Raphael,” Kate said.

“I have four older brothers,” You said.

Raphael told the others that you are in trouble. Then Donatello used his technology to track your phone, then they found the location. They got ready and then went to pick up Casey Jones and told him what was going on. While you and Kate started to bicker everyone told you two to shut up.

10 minutes later, Casey And your brothers jumped through the windows.

“We are saved!” You cheered.

“Dude, what did you get yourself into” Michelangelo said.

“They… they are… they are turtles,” Kate said.

“It’s a long story. Hey, Casey!” You said.

Casey used his hockey stick to hit the guy in the face. Then Michelangelo ripped the rope off your wrist, then you got off and started to help your brothers.

“Kate, do you see what I see huge turtles fighting,” Clint said.

“Yeah… umm this is real,” Kate said.

You continued to help your brothers fight. Then you used Leonardo’s sword to unite Clint and Kate. Your brothers and Casey successfully defeated the mafia.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“Are they really your family? Are you half turtle?” Kate asked.

“Funny, but no I'm not part turtle. Actually, they adopted me” You said.

“How? They can't go to an orphanage and ask for a kid” Clint said.

“Hi, I’m Kate and I'm part of the Avengers,” Kate said.

“Avengers? Is that a rock band?” Raphael asked.

“We found him when he was a baby, his family abandoned him. We took him in and he became a brother to us. Hi, my name is Leonardo” Leonardo said.

“Like the painting Leonardo,” Kate said.

“Actually, Leonardo was an artist,” Casey said

“And they adopted you too?” Kate asked.

“No, I'm friends with them and my Name is Casey Jones” Casey smiled.

———

You took Kate home and she is still speechless.

“I can’t believe you live in a sewer. Is this why you didn't tell me about your family?”Kate said.

“Yeah, I didn't know how you were going to react or thought I was lying,” You said.

“I don't know how I was going to react if you told me,” Kate said.

“Are you going to break up with me?” You asked.

“No, I'm not going to break up with you. I still want you to be my boyfriend” Kate said.

She grabbed your shirt and pulled you closer to her. She starts to kiss you and you wrap your arms around her. You and Kate start to smile and you kiss her again.

“Kate and Y/n sitting on a tree…” Your brothers sang.

You moved away from Kate.

“Not funny!” You said.

“Awww, look at Y/n being all shy because his girlfriend is here” Michelangelo teased.

“Shut up,” You said.

Leonardo put his arm around your shoulder.

“Young love. Kate did you know that Y/n was scared of the dark until he was thirteen” Leonardo said.

“I can't believe you said that!” You said.

“I didn't know you were scared of the dark,” Kate said.

“Ugh!” You whined.

Kate is still smiling and they are getting along with her. But she did get scared of meeting Master Splinter.

✯ ✫ ✫ ✬

Your brothers took you and Kate to a basketball game. At first, Kate thought your brothers would wear disguises but she was wrong. You and everyone are inside the Jumbotron eating pizza. Your brothers are eating like pigs

“Guys, save pizza for Kate,” You said.

“She is taking too long to eat pizza,” Donatello said.

“Don’t be rude” You said.

“I never thought i would be here in Madison Square Garden watching the Knicks play up here inside the Jumbotron,” Kate said.

You start to eat your pizza.

“When i say go, you guys say Knicks,” Michelangelo said.

“What?” Kate said

“Go!” Michelangelo

“Knicks!!” Casey, Leonardo, Raphael, and Donatello yelled

“Go!” Michelangelo said.

“Knicks!!” Casey, Leonardo, Raphael, and Donatello yelled

“We always wish they would win a championship but it never happens!” Raphael said.

“It will never happen,” You said.

“Y/n, opinions don't count he doesn't even like New York teams,” Casey said.

“Because they suck,” You said.

“Kate, do you like New York teams? Answer carefully” Leonardo said.

The Knicks scored then everyone but you started to cheer.

“I like New York teams,” Kate said.

“Y/n, you need to be like us and Kate knows New York teams will soon win the championship,” Raphael said.

“You guys suck. Donatello, Don’t eat the pizza like that” You said.

Donatello stacked four slices together and started to eat it. Now he starts to talk with his mouth full.

“What!? I'm hungry and everyone is just talking” Donatello said.

While he is talking food spits out of his mouth.

“I don't want any more pizza,” Kate said.

“We will take them,” Casey said.

Casey, Michelangelo and you took Kate’s slices and started to eat them.

“This happens all the time, he would stack the slices and eat it. The most he did was six slices then he choked” Michelangelo said.

Kate couldn't help to laugh. Hours Later… you and everyone stayed on the basketball court. Kate threw the ball toward the hoop and it went. Leonardo gave her a high-five then Casey tried to score but missed then you took the ball away from Donatello. You tried to score but Raphael smacked the ball away from you. Kate grabbed the ball and tried to score but she threw the ball at you Casey caught it before you could grab it.

——-/-

You will stay the night with your girlfriend. You cuddle with her in bed then she starts to kiss you on the lips. She moves closer to you and your hands are under her shirt, you don't stop kissing her. Then Kate’s dog started to bark, you and Kate stopped kissing and went to the living room. Your brothers managed to get inside of Kate’s apartment

“Great, now the moment is ruined” You said.

“We wanted to see where Kate lived since you always stay at her place” Donatello said.

“Wow, she has a dog and he eats pizza!!” Michelangelo yelled.

“Don’t be loud” You said.

“You guys can stay but don't give him too much pizza” Kate said.

Michelangelo starts to play fetch with lucky. And you wanted to be alone with Kate, but you and Kate won't kick them out.

[russilton]

it *was* a little iffy how lewis said he wasn't aware of george's abuse by his fans when spinz was actively being shady. As a fan of both, it bothered me. What do you make of it?

I would chalk that one up to PR talk… cause yeah, it absolutely wasn’t great but also what did you expect him to say? “Yeah I knew about it but-“ was never going to happen, and arguably makes him look worse, or, like he’s being forced into caring about it now by a second party, and that fuels more conspiracies.

I personally really dislike the thing we sometimes see where people are angry about something, the person involved apologises and actually does what we’ve been calling them to do, and then people… pick holes in the apology and try to find ways to still be mad.

It’s like when Merc apologised for their first trophy comment. You can be mad something happened at all, but you can’t expect them to jump in a Time Machine and go back to un do it. Learning and owning up to mistakes is actually what I WANT to see people do. Lewis’ history of doing that is why I like him so much.

This is not a black and white view, I’ve stayed mad more than once- but in this case fans have been mad for years he did nothing, now he’s said sorry I didn’t know, but people shouldn’t do that… and people are just going how dare you not know.

It’s one thing to roll your eyes and move on, but a lot of the time I see people looking for a way to remain on an angry high horse and that shit is exhausting.

As I said yesterday I can’t stand whataboutism, and prior abuse does not give Lewis the right to ignore his fans behaviour, but I really can’t separate this from the fact Lewis has faced far worse abuse, frequently racist, from his teammates fans for decades, and very few people ever stuck up for him. No one made Alonso or Max apologise for their fans racist behaviour, in fact their drivers were allowed to defend them and blame Lewis for inciting it upon himself. I can frankly really see why Lewis genuinely never saw it as something he needed to address, especially since George himself seemed fine.

So for that, I’m glad he has, I’m glad for something when I expected nothing, and I can remain in the world of comfortably reminding people that both George and Lewis frequently defend and stick up for each other beyond the general required capacity as teammates. I care more about how they personally interact with each other than the state of idiot fans online.

As for spinz, I don’t like the guy, I haven’t liked him for a long time, but since the scummy tweet likes he’s also commented on George’s posts, praised him, and photographed him. I trust George to decide how he feels about the guy, and he’s clearly been comfortable with him in person.

If we start measuring up how George’s friends have been shitty about things online, we will be in an endless cycle of terrible. I don’t police my friends likes, if I did far less of them would post about ships I hate. I personally don’t expect Lewis to be keeping up with the posts his friends like even if it is about him.

People can argue it all they want, I really don’t think they’re online much, I have a less travel intensive stressful job with less hours, and I struggle to be online some days. It wouldn’t surprise me if the guys who routinely practice willpower exercises over eating things they enjoy, were able to cut our social media from their diet so to speak

TLDR: didn’t expect it, glad he’s said it, hopefully people will be sensible but they probably won’t, I’m personally content with it.