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worth all your while (ch.1) | knj x reader

summary: you know kim namjoon from your work, but running into him outside of seoul tips your relationship into new territory and your world upside down. eventually, you wonder how there can be a million ways to say "i love you," and namjoon, a literal genius, can't manage a single one when it comes to you. or: 5 times namjoon can't make himself say "i love you" but thinks you understand him anyway (you do not), and then the one time he gets it right

pairing: namjoon x f!reader

rating: explicit (18+ please)

genre: smut, fluff, light angst, au: famous, but not an idol

warnings: smut, swearing, alcohol, here are the specific smut tags for this chapter: kissing, penetrative sex, fingering, spanking, sex in an airport bathroom (do not recommend, fwiw)

word count: ~5.5k

a/n: idk what to say! i needed to write a fic for yoongi's birthday, but i can't for some reason, so i'm writing this. i hope you enjoy 💜 i'll update chapters probably weekly, maybe bi-weekly, isn't it fun when some things in life are mysteries? the title is from "static" by steve lacy - i love him. thank you as always to the cabal: @ugh-yoongi, @hot-soop, and @the-boy-meets-evil for putting your eyes on this for me. love you all. this is posted to ao3 here if you like to read fics there.

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Unpopular opinion: airports are magical places.

You didn’t always think that, but you’ve changed. Opinion swayed. All it took was one delay on a layover in London for you to start singing a different tune.

Seoul to anywhere feels like a long flight lately. You love it there, but getting out, back to where you’re from, takes literal days. The short break at Heathrow is welcome, a chance to move around a little before you get on another almost ten hour flight. It seems like a nothing thing, to wander through the concourses and shops after you’ve made it through the customs check. Each time you’re here is the same as the last. Until it’s not. You’ve done it a hundred times: sniff different scents at Jo Malone, look for a bag you shouldn’t spend the money on at Louis Vuitton, talk yourself out of buying duty-free scotch because you know you’d never drink it in front of your mother anyway… Maybe on the way home, you think (but you never do).

“Excuse me.” You’re staring at the Balvenie you can’t really afford, thoughts drifting, when someone startles you.

“Sorry,” you mumble, stepping to the side.

There’s a man there, right there. He’s stepped up close so that your arms are practically touching. He’s tall, with dark hair under a beanie, an expensive jacket that’s made to look like it isn’t, and his face hidden under a mask that isn’t required here. There’s something about him, even though you can only see a stripe of his face, that looks familiar. For some reason, neither of you move; he keeps staring at the thousand-pound bottle of scotch, and you keep staring at him.

“You can’t drink it on the plane, you know?” You say it more than you ask it, and of course he knows. Everyone knows. But you see the corners of his eyes crinkle a little and you think he’s smiling under the mask. He finally turns to look at you.

“Was thinking I’d get it as a gift,” he explains, shrugging his shoulders.

“Nice gift,” you remark.

“Yeah…” he replies, turning his attention back to the bottle. “It’s pretentious, isn’t it?”

And at that, you smile. “Maybe a little. Depends on who it’s for.”

“No one special.”

“It’s none of my business,” you say, “but I wouldn’t buy ‘no one special’ a hundred-pound bottle of scotch, let alone a thousand-pound bottle.”

The man laughs, and you notice another guy walk up, right next to him. He’s bigger, older, and way too serious looking for your taste. They seem to have a silent conversation and then the would-be whisky buyer turns back to you. “Time for my flight,” he says. “Thanks for the advice.”

“Anytime,” you nod, still smiling even though you can’t tell anymore if he’s smiling back. Can’t hurt to be polite.

After he goes, you realize you aren’t going to buy the scotch, either, and it’s probably about time for your flight, too, so you start the scramble to your gate.

One of the bad things about flying all the time is that you feel like you see more than your fair share of delays. And this trip is no different. When you make it to the gate, you can sense the panic before you even see the notification. There’s a particular brand of hysteria that sets in with people when their flights are delayed, and it’s amplified with inter-continental flights in your experience. All of the things that make airports romantic and interesting are the same things that make people think they can behave any way they want and it won’t matter. It's like upon entering, people think they get carte blanche to be raging assholes to the poor airline counter guy who’s just trying to make sure everyone gets where they’re going and probably only makes enough to barely pay his rent.

So, you know before you’re told that there’s a delay, and you can tell by the level ten panic around you that it’s probably a long one. It’s confirmed when you see the headlines across one of the large televisions at the gate. Big storm off the coast of the Eastern US. All flights are delayed from what you can tell. Yours looks to have a delay of about six hours, but you know from experience it could be more. You’ll just have to wait and see. You’re lucky, you want to get home, but there’s really not a huge rush on your end, so you can wait it out if you need to.

There’s a quiet spot at a gate with no pending flight, near yours and a few of the other gates with international flights scheduled to leave. You hate sitting, knowing you’ve done it for a half a day already and have another long flight (eventually) in front of you, but you don’t know what else to do and at least you have a couple books in your carry on.

Maybe thirty minutes passes of you reading when you look up, just to see how things are settling around you as people start to either (like you) become resigned to the fact that they’re not going anywhere for a while, or let their anger hit a fever pitch with the gate agent.

You see a familiar fancy jacket waiting near the ticket counter, his friend from earlier having an animated chat with a woman who doesn’t seem like she speaks enough Korean to be keeping up. Fancy Coat is watching, looking amused and not chiming in, even though you know firsthand he can speak English perfectly well, and could probably be a help to his travel companion.

Because you’re one of those people who can never do things as subtly as you think you do, you’re caught out—Nice Jacket turns his head and his eyes lock with yours before you can look away; he knows you’re watching. He tilts his head, eyes widening with what you hope is amusement and not terror that you were looking. Slowly, he brings his hand up and waves at you, then gives you a gesture like he wants you to wait for something before he leans in and says something to his friend.

You turn back to your book, embarrassed.

A considerable chunk of whatever willpower you have is used in Not Looking when you hear (and feel) someone plop into the chair next to you.

“Good book?” Nice Jacket asks.

“Mmhmm,” you murmur, trying not to make things any weirder than you’ve already made them by staring. It is, in fact, not a good book. But your colleague wrote it, and he’s the special kind of narcissist that will ask you what you thought of it every day you see him until you provide some sort of satisfactory feedback kissing his ass.

“That guy’s a jackass,” he comments.

And that gets your attention. You turn to him, a little surprised. “You know him?”

Nice Jacket nods, eyebrows raised. “Do you not remember me?” he asks.

“From the duty-free shop?”

He laughs, louder than he means to judging by how he stops himself and looks around self-consciously. “No… I think you’ve interviewed me before…”

Things begin to snap into place rapidly. Because now that he says it, he goes from looking vaguely familiar to being instantly recognizable. You don’t really keep up with him or his music, but you have interviewed him, when your asshole colleague had passed one of his assignments to your desk, assuming you’d “like that kind of thing.”

At the time, you’d tried not to let yourself assume the worst about what he meant, and you did the interview over Zoom with no protest to your coworker or your boss. It wasn’t the kind of thing your magazine usually wrote about, but the article was focused on his art collection, and it gave you a good opportunity to learn something you wouldn’t have in a gossip magazine, and a chance to look good for your boss. The whole thing hadn’t lasted more than eight minutes, professional and easier than most of your interviews. Since then, you’ve been in the same room as him a few times at events you’d covered, exchanged greetings and appreciations on both sides for the article, and obviously, you know who he is.

He’s famous, but not like… idol famous. Stage name RM, he’s a rapper and producer who works with a small collective. You see him in magazines and on TV, his popularity growing over the last few years less for his music and more for his work in art preservation.

“Oh my god…” you say, closing your book and dropping your voice to a whisper. “Kim Namjoon. I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize it was you.”

“Good,” he says with a wink. “That’s the point.” He gestures vaguely to his beanie and his mask and the sunglasses he took off when he sat down next to you.

“How are you?” you ask, because it’s polite, and that’s what you should do, even though you’re not even sure why he’s sitting here speaking to you.

“Alright,” he says, but you notice he seems a little amused.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He raises his hands defensively.

“No, what? Why’s it funny to ask how you’re doing?”

Namjoon doesn’t say anything for a second, just watches you with his head cocked. “I guess no one ever really asks me that,” he says.

You scoff. “That’s ridiculous.”

What’s more ridiculous is that you’re sitting in Heathrow having a conversation with this sort of famous person who you kind of know, but not in a “run into you in the airport and have a casual chat” kind of way. Or maybe it is like that, because that’s exactly what happens.

You talk about how he’s doing (pretty well but tired from traveling and ready to be settled in his hotel). Then you talk about your asshole coworker and his not-very-good book. You laugh at a story he tells you about said coworker, and you feel your face heat up when he says how relieved he was that you interviewed them instead of anyone else from your magazine, and how much he’d liked talking to you that day. He’s bluntly honest with you about his preference for doing interviews with Korean-language publications, which you completely understand. He tells you that he didn’t mind doing an interview for your small English-language one because you at least greeted him in Korean and tried out a couple questions in the language.

“It’s my job to make people feel comfortable,” you say flippantly. It’s true, it is your job, and you talk to a lot of sort-of-famous people and their people, so you know that at the end of the day, they’re just people. You get better results and better interviews when you treat them as such. When you tell Namjoon that, you can see him grinning under his mask, you can tell for sure this time by the way the corners of his eyes pinch.

“That’s a nice way to think of it,” he finally says. “It’s good to be treated like Namjoon and not RM sometimes.”

“Happy to be of service,” you say.

Before you can say more, you’re interrupted by his friend, who you now understand isn’t exactly a friend but a manager or a bodyguard or some combination of both. He explains that it’ll be a few hours, that there aren’t any other flight options, and that he and Namjoon can go make themselves a little more comfortable in the airport lounge. It’s spoken like a suggestion, but the way he side-eyes you as he speaks makes you certain it’s more of a directive. Namjoon nods along until his manager tells him, in hushed Korean, that he can’t just sit out in the open talking to strangers.

“She’s not a stranger,” he says, clearly pleased with himself.

After a brief explanation that you’re an acquaintance (which is how Namjoon puts it and is a little more generous than you would have been), his manager lightens up, and even keeps his mouth shut when Namjoon invites you to come with them to the lounge. He does, however, insist on walking alongside you when you agree to go with them, making Namjoon walk a little ways in front of you both. Better safe than sorry, you suppose, even though no one seems to be paying any attention to the three of you.

At the lounge, his manager has a brief conversation with the airline employee at the desk, and then the three of you are whisked through the entrance, past the service desk and the bar, and into a small, private room at the back of the lounge. Namjoon puts his bag down and moves to the coffee machine, pausing to ask if you want anything as he fumbles with the stack of cups there. Cute. The professional in you hates that you even had that thought pass through your mind, but the rest of you doesn’t mind. He is cute, he gets paid to be cute (at least partially), he knows he’s cute. You have eyes, so obviously you see it, too.

His manager unceremoniously pulls an eye mask and headphones out of his bag, seats himself in the corner, and announces he’s going to try and sleep and to wake him up if anything interesting happens, leaving the two of you essentially on your own.

When you have your drinks, you pull your masks off, settle into loungers in the opposite corner of the room, and start talking again. It comes easily between the two of you—you’re used to asking questions and he’s used to answering them. He’s going to New York for a “personal schedule,” and you don’t ask for more details because you know he wouldn’t give them to you anyway. His whole face lights up when he tells you about an exhibit at the Whitney he’s hoping to catch, about how he’s willing to suffer through the jet lag for a glimpse at a certain Hockney that he probably won’t ever see in Korea.

Eventually, the tables turn a little, and he starts asking you about your own life. It’s less interesting (in your opinion) than his, but he’s a good listener, and asks good questions. He seems really excited (and remembers, to your surprise) that you’re an arts reporter, asks what you’re writing about lately, asks if you’ve seen anything new that caught your eye, even asks you for gallery recommendations around Seoul. You have a few, and he actually jots down notes in his literal notebook while you speak, claiming he’ll forget which you recommended if he doesn’t write it down. Cute again.

Hours pass, and you’d swear it’s only been a few minutes. It’s been a long time since you talked with someone like this—leisurely, candidly (or as candid as he can be, anyway). You get food brought to you by an airline employee, and you know it’s an upgrade from what’s being served in the rest of the lounge, but Namjoon isn’t phased at all. You suppose this is his normal, so there’s nothing out of the ordinary for him.

“I can’t believe you get special food,” you say when you’ve finished.

“Special food?”

“Well yeah, they’re not serving anything other than soup and crackers out there. Maybe carrot sticks.”

“Oh…” he says quietly, brow furrowed, like he’s really thinking about it. “Do you think I should ask them to bring barbeque to everyone else?” You actually think he means it. So fucking cute, you think.

After you talk him out of wielding his influence, mostly using the argument that it would be an immense amount of work for the airline staff, you settle in again. He produces a blanket from a cabinet against one of the walls of the room, and it’s an obvious sign this whole experience is totally typical for him. When he hands you the blanket, you can’t help it, you smile at him and probably look a little smitten. You might just be.

You offer him part of the blanket, and he accepts, pulling it over his lap and asking you if he took too much. (He didn’t). You talk more, and you feel relaxed with him—it’s so easy to forget he’s who he is and you’re who you are. It’s just like getting to know any other casual acquaintance better except he’s stupid good-looking and you start to notice that your faces are a lot closer together than they started out as you talk about Marci Kwon and the interesting work that the Asian American Art Initiative is doing. It was the last article you’d written, and you’re surprised to hear he’s read it.

You’re saying something about non-hierarchical modes of presenting research in art when you realize he’s not listening anymore, just staring at you intently. You’ve been talking a lot. For a while… Maybe talking too much; maybe he’s bothered.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

His eyes widen like he’s the one who’s been caught-out this time. “I’m really good,” he says, almost like he’s surprising himself.

It makes you beam. “Good,” you say. “I’ve liked talking to you.”

He nods. “I’ve liked talking to you, too. You have a lot to say.”

The fact that you can feel his breath on your face when he speaks makes you certain that you’re sitting too close, that something is happening that probably shouldn’t be. It makes you forget that “you have a lot to say” isn’t always a good thing. You think that everything might sound good when it comes from his mouth, that even the worst insult would trickle out like honey. Your heart rate has picked up, you now notice, and you both keep just staring at each other—you don’t know why you don’t move or look away, it’s like you can’t even though you know you should.

Namjoon’s eyes flick up behind you to where his manager is, and you can hear the man snoring, so you know he’s not aware at all of what’s happening right in front of him.

“They don’t have cameras in here,” Namjoon says. “It’s why we come here.”

You nod, nothing to say to that—you’re not even sure why he said it unless…

“Can I kiss you?”

That is the exact moment when every coherent and rational thought you have ever had rushes out of your brain like a waterfall. You’re not even sure how you manage to respond, but this very cute, very smart, very interesting person has just expressed interest in you of all people, and you’d be an idiot not to say yes.

“Oh my god, please,” you say all in one hurried breath.

And before you’re even finished, his lips are on yours. It’s soft, more chaste than you’d expected, but it doesn’t stay that way when he nips at your bottom lip and licks into your mouth. One of his hands comes to the back of your neck, fingers teasing at your hair and pulling you closer as you practically melt into him. It’s a good kiss, a fantastic kiss, and all you can think is more, more, more as the two of you try and do your best to be as close as you can over the armrests of the stupid lounge chairs.

When you part, his eyes are a little wild, and you think yours must be, too.

“I have to wake him up soon,” he says, looking past you. “It’s almost time for our flight.”

You glance over your shoulder at his manager who’s still totally unaware of what’s happening around him, and then stand, offering a hand to Namjoon, too.

It’s a rare moment of boldness, but something’s come over you, and you’re acting with very little thought as to what you’re doing and how stupid it probably is. “Come on,” you say, tugging him up. When he’s standing right in front of you, you put your hands on his chest and raise up on your tiptoes to whisper, “Let’s get out of here for a minute.”

He wipes across his bottom lip with his thumb, pausing probably to think about what you’re implying, and then he bends to kiss you quickly before he agrees. “Okay, yeah, let’s go.”

It’s not your fault that you know where the ‘family restroom’ is—you passed by it on the way to the back of the lounge and you notice things, you remember things.

You hope he doesn’t think you do this kind of thing all the time, or ever, although you don’t know why you care what he thinks since you’re also willfully oblivious to any looks you might be getting from any passersby who see you tug him into the room behind you.

It’s sheer luck that your go-to travel outfit is a fairly basic knit dress. It takes him no time to have you pinned up against the door, lips on your neck, hand rucking up the front of your dress so that he can get a hand under your tights. God, it feels good. He feels good, large and solid and his fingers… fuck. They’re long and nimble and he’s clearly not new to this, but neither are you, so you roll your hips forward and moan at the contact when he slips his hand under your tights.

“You’re already wet,” he says, surprised, pulling his head back so he can look at you properly, his fingertips skimming between your legs.

You nod and pull him back in to kiss you again—you only know a few things about Kim Namjoon, but you already know you like talking to him, and now you know you like his lips on yours even more than that.

“Come here,” you say, and slide away from the door, pulling him with you so that you can bend over the small vanity where you can see yourselves in the mirror above it. He’s been polite, almost too nice for what you’re in the mood for, and you don’t know if he’ll take the initiative, so you lock eyes with him in the mirror and slide your tights down from under your dress, stepping out of them one leg at a time.

In the mirror, you watch as he tentatively sticks a hand out to feel you again, groaning when his fingertips slide against you so easily. One, then quickly two fingers enter you, slowly moving in and out, and he studies your reflection, like he’s trying to learn what you like. It’s a lot of effort for a one-night stand in a Heathrow airline lounge. He pulls his joggers down; he’s already hard, feels big against your ass and the back of your thigh.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he sighs. It’s apparently not lost on him how you watch him in the mirror, pupils blown, because then he asks, “You want to watch me fuck you?” He winds the fingers of his free hand around a handful of your hair and tentatively pulls your head up so he can look you in the eye through the mirror.

You watch him focus on you nodding and pulling your bottom lip between your teeth; he drops your hair as he stares. He has to know already how much you want it, but he makes you say it anyway.

“Tell me you want to see me make you come,” he whispers into the back of your neck, breath hot against the shell of your ear. Behind you, he’s rolling on a condom that seems to have appeared out of nowhere—you wonder if he had one in his pocket ‘just in case.’

You smirk, widen your eyes, and nod again. “Please? Will you fuck me? I want—” You pause to turn your head over your shoulder and kiss him again. “I want to watch you make me come.”

Holding onto your hip, he pushes his cock, thick and flushed, into you quickly; you don’t have much more time before his flight.

He groans as he starts thrusting, pulling almost all the way out slowly before snapping back into you.

“Oh shit…” you whisper each of the first few times he pushes into you.

Your head falls as he fucks you—It’s so good, he’s deep deep deep, and you feel so full, and you might cry it’s been so long since someone’s fucked you like this… But he wants your attention, so he brings a hand up and slaps you lightly along the back of your thigh to get you to look up.

It wasn’t hard, but you’re barely acquaintances, so he seems to hesitate, looking to your reflection for reassurance. In return, you look him straight in the eye and let out a moan.

“You wanted to watch, so watch,” he whispers.

“Do it again... please,” you plead softly as you raise your head and push your hips back against him.

He lifts the other hand and strikes the swell of your ass this time, harder than the first slap, making you suck in a breath. White knuckles grip the sides of the sink as your skin turns pink, but you’re still smirking and soaking wet, asking for more as he grips your hips to fuck you harder.

“Harder… I need you… feels so good,” you pant.

You move to lean on an elbow and bring your other hand down to your clit. His hand follows yours and moves it out of the way as he leans forward to whisper, “I thought you wanted me to make you come.”

“Then do it.”

Namjoon slows the movements of his hips to focus on you, rubbing circles over your clit with his fingertips and sucking on your neck, right against your pulse point, sending shivers along the length of your spine.

He rolls his hips into her as you grind against him, whimpering quietly, “Fuck, Joon… yes… oh, fuck…” You trail off, not able to focus on anything except his hands and his cock. You don’t even care that you’re already using nicknames with him.

“Finally got you to stop talking so much,” he teases as he works you nearer to orgasm.

You’d laugh, okay with being teased, except you’re practically shaking now, close to release, so he puts more pressure on your clit and moves his cock in you a little less deep, hitting you exactly where you need him each time.

God, you look good together. There’s a sweat sheen on your foreheads, his cheeks are painted with a rose blush, and your eyes are wide, watching yourself with curiosity in the mirror as you start to come.

You’re close, so close, tightening on his cock as he lets go of your hip and puts a hand over your mouth just in time to muffle the loud cry you make when your orgasm hits.

Your cunt pulses around him and he drags his hands slowly away from it and your mouth, back to your hips.

“You ready?” he whispers.

“Good girl,” he affirms as you nod, and that absolutely shouldn’t have you ready to come on his cock again, but maybe you have a praise kink you didn’t know about. You whimper when he starts fucking into you again, resuming his previous faster pace.

It doesn’t take long for Namjoon to come after that, with you babbling nonsense about how good his cock is and begging for him to come inside you. He thrusts into you one last time and releases into the condom, watching in the mirror as you give him a satisfied grin and roll your hips with his.

When he pulls out of you, he drops to his knees and kisses you where he’d left a handprint on your ass. It makes your breath hitch, feels too intimate for people barely know one another and who’ve just fucked in an airport bathroom. But then he pulls you up to standing, smoothing your dress around your legs. He grabs a bundle of toilet paper and hands it to you to wipe up.

“Look at you,” you tease, “what a gentleman.”

He pulls his joggers up and watches you flush the tissue while he discards the condom. You fiddle around for your tights and slide them on under your dress.

When you’re finished, you lean against the sink and watch him—he’s cute like this: face still flushed, hair mussed, and most of all, he looks as nervous as you’re starting to feel.

“I don’t do this kind of thing,” you say. Your voice is a little wobbly, and you wonder where any of the self-assurance you’d had earlier when you dragged him into the room has gone to.

Namjoon laughs, bright and dimpled, before he replies. “Fuck, me either. I mean… people sometimes… know who I am and I have to be careful.” The last words come out in a rush.

“Careful how?”

He looks fully embarrassed now. “LIke my manager is going to kick my ass when we walk out of here and… well, people back home would have a field day with this if someone saw.”

You’re not even sure what to say to that. Because of course you know who he is, you get that he’s famous, but the thought of talking about this with anyone just seems… It’s not like it makes you look very good either, so you’d never. It would be professional suicide; you’d never be taken seriously again. You spit out the next words mindlessly, just trying to make it less awkward. “You think this was the ‘something interesting’ we were supposed to wake him up for?” Namjoon just looks at you like you’re nuts before you both burst into laughter.

When you catch your breath again, you get a little more serious, your voice softer. “I’ll sign something. Whatever we should have done before, we can do it now, you can email me or whatever. God, this is crazy…” You trail off, consequences of what you’ve done starting to sink in.

“Okay… Thank you,” he says. “I hate how awkward this is. I’m sorry.”

You cross your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling a lot more vulnerable than you can ever remember feeling. Is he sorry that you did this together or is he sorry that it’s awkward? You don’t really know. Maybe it’s both.

“This was a mistake,” you say without thinking, and his face falls.

“You think that?” he asks quietly, stepping into your space and reaching out to stroke your arms gently. “Because I really don’t. I know things are complicated with me? But… I liked you when I met you for the interview, I liked you today, and I’d like to see you again. I really wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t think anything would come of it. I’m not that kind of guy.”

“Aren’t all guys that kind of guy?” you ask, wondering if he’s even for real.

“No,” he says. And you think he’s sincere. “Really. I’ve never done something like this before.”

You nod, uncrossing your arms and letting your hands slide into his. “So, we should go though… You have a flight to catch, and I guess I have an NDA to sign.” You’re trying to tease, but you think you probably just sound fucking terrified.

“Can I have your number?” he asks.

“For the NDA,” you affirm, taking the phone he’s sticking out to you and typing in your contact info.

“And for a date, maybe?” he says. And when you look up at him, he looks bashful, nervous even, as if you could ever say no to this man with a big brain and a dick to match who has just made you feel at least twelve new things in the last few hours.

“I’ll be back in Seoul in two weeks,” you say, handing him his phone back.

He smiles wide at that, and leans in to kiss your cheek. Cute again.

“I’ll call you,” he says eagerly. “And someone will be in touch about the paperwork… Sorry again.”

“Not your fault.” You shrug. “But you should head out first so it looks less weird, probably. I’ll freshen up for a minute and then be out in a bit.”

“Right,” he agrees. “Okay. So… I’ll see you in Seoul?”

You can’t help but be endeared to him; the fact that he seems to think you might actually not want to see him again makes you go all squishy inside. “It’s a date,” you confirm.

“Great! Okay… I’m gonna just… go now.” He points at the door, fumbling behind himself for the latch, like he doesn’t want to break eye contact with you.

“Okay, Namjoon… It was good to run into you and…” You hate that you can’t say anything coherent, your sentence just ending in, “stuff.”

He laughs and pulls his mask back on. “It was good to run into you and stuff, too.”

Finally, he’s got the door unlocked, and before he slips back into the lounge he says, “I’m really going to call you, okay?”

You aren’t sure why, but you believe him when he says it even though you know better, and all the weird feelings you’ve been having about him come together in a bright firework feeling in your chest. Something like hope, maybe.

“Talk to you soon,” you say quietly.

And then he’s gone, and you’re left breathless, wondering what you’ve just done.

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kilasmess · 1 year

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Ok so this is an idea for a fic that I probably won't ever write.... Since it's been forever and a half since I've even attempted to write something.... But I'll post it here because the idea is running circles in my mind instead of letting me sleep like I should :/

So it's gonna be dead on main because I fucking love this ship and I need more angst to go with it.

So Danny gets stuck in Gotham right... I'm thinking Jazz discovers their parents now know Danny's secret... and thinking it's Phantom possessing Danny's corpse, they're out for blood. So Jazz hurries to Danny and traps him in the thermos, because my girl is freaking out and panicking and she always thought their parents would be understanding and now she doesn't know what to do. So she traps Danny in the thermos and is planning to release him into the ghost zone until things cool down. Except as she's releasing Danny into the ghost zone, her parents catch up to her, and now they're thinking their baby girl is possessed too, since she's helping that awful awful ghost. So they're all in the lab, and Sam and Tucker find out what's happening because they see when the Fentons try to take Danny only to see jazz got there first. Anyway, jazz released Danny into the portal, and now all three of them are afraid the Fentons will open it back up and hurt Danny, so Jazz signals Tucker to fuck with the portal with his PDA so they can't open it. Except with him trying to lock it from them, and whatever fuckery jack did to the portal, things go wrong. Wrong enough that the whole thing explodes somehow. Idk, Idk shit about electronics of Fenton fuckery so let's pretend this makes sense somehow. Anyways, they all die in the resulting explosion. And now Danny's trapped in the ghost zone since his portal was destroyed and he doesn't know how to make his own portals yet. Whatever. Point is, he's stuck, and he's confused and trying desperately to get back home because something is very very wrong. Either way, it takes him a while to make it back home. Except...

When he does make it back, it's to realize that everyone he loves is dead. He has no real way to know wtf happened, only that something exploded and now they're all dead. So, he's grieving, ofc. He's remembering what happened when everyone died in another timeline, and he doesn't want that to repeat. He's hurting and breaking down but he knows he doesn't want to become Dan, so he breaks down, makes it back to the ghost zone and just kinda drifts. Let's pretend at this point clockwork decided it's time to do something for the young halfa, give him a way to keep himself occupied so he can stop slowly letting his grief consume him. He has him start taking care of his kingly duties. Figures that's the best way from having the kid fade into a shade without a purpose. After all, his obsession is protection right? Gotta give him something to protect, and what better something than the realms he obtained by right of conquest.

Danny throws himself into it. It feeds into his obsession, and he's able to stop thinking about everything that he's lost. He's lost so much and he's not even fully sure how it happened, and he could ask clockwork, but frankly, he thinks finding out might just be the thing that breaks him. So he never asks, he throws himself into paperwork, and politics and setting a few of the realms that had fallen into disarray back to rights. He spends so much time in this, but he's not taking care of himself, obvs, and his rogues and mentors are worried for him. He's not actively wallowing anymore, and he's a great fucking king but he's also.... Not moving on..? He doesn't sleep, doesn't eat, and outright refuses to transform back into human. Which has clockwork worried... Again, because well, being a halfa is supposed to be all about balance. The perfect balance between dead and alive. but Danny is ... not balanced at all, to the point where his human half could very well end up dying. It's being, let's say about 5 years since he's taken on his duties, bout 7 or so since everyone he loved died, and he's transformed as little as possible, but let's say he's around 24ish, give or take, idk I want an older Danny. Point is, clockwork decides it's time to intervene again. He pulls a few strings with his buddy Lady Gotham, who has a depressed kinda ghost of her own and hey, if her kid can become friends with the king then all the better right? Don't worry she won't interfere much... that's clockworks job anyways.

Fuck I hate leaving things like this but I'm falling asleep so I'll try to continue this idea later ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#dead on main #danny phantom #dc x dp #red hood #it will become relevant i promise #ghost king danny #clockwork #dannys family dies #jason todd #hiw the fuck do you tag???#ill add more as i remember #hopefully #mine #lol i guess

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aurumacadicus · 2 months

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Genuine question, asking because I've been thinking about it a lot lately.

Do you guys... like that I stick a joke in to serious stuff? Like, does it detract from the story when I do it, or do you like that it helps break the tension so that it can build back up again? I've kind of been using the jokes in the way that that one author said they did it after saying Dune didn't have enough jokes (ie the tension building was only just "okay" for them because the writers didn't do jokes to break it, and the audience can only get so tense). But is it too many jokes from me? Does it need more angst and less humor?

...Am I just asking if I'm annoying? 🤔 I don't think I am. I think I'm asking this in good faith. I know one of my wheelhouses in comedy, and maybe I'm just afraid I'm using it as a crutch to keep from growing as a writer. I don't know. I don't want to get better from like. A professional standpoint. But I would like to know that my writing is as enjoyable as possible for the vast majority, I guess. Like yeah, my writing is for me, but I'm sharing it hoping that others will also enjoy it. Idk I'll probably delete this later. I'm not trying to fish for compliments I just don't know how else to ask.

#me #writing updates #this post brought to you by 'was that joke actually necessary in this fic' and then spiraling lol

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dreamsgazer · 1 year

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OK SO mine isn't really a request because I have ideas but I can't write so they go nowhere and stay in my head because I'm incapable!!! anyway, I was thinking about a situation where reader and tangerine met on the train and they hit off right away like there's something special between them eheh, like they like each other but turns out that they're both on a mission and have the same goal - so they fight because reader steals the WHATEVER IT IS IDK that's in both their interest and manages to get off the train right under tangerine's nose when he was about to stop them, doing so in a fight reader rips tangerine's necklace, and basically breaks it and ultimately keeps it (and fixes it) . just in case. because they like him. genuinely. in fact she's very sorry for ruining the mission of the twins but it's a matter of life or death sooo rip AND they're also indirectly but maybe directly? the cause of the nasty scar tangerine now has on his neck because he risked his life because of this failed mission. and then I mean we all know what happens canonically but we Dont Care do we.... it's all a scar and a memory in the end.

ANYWAY they finally meet again when they're forced to team up by their handlers for another mission and like tangerine and lemon are mad mad because everyone was about to die on that train!! because of reader!!!! duh. also R feels very guilty because all that has happened / could've happened. and tangerine of course is angry because he was losing his life but also because he kinda was disappointed in their behavior and maybe in himself for trusting so easily a person.. anddd idk maybe there could be some angst because I love it and that's it THIS IS SO DUMB AND LONG I'm sorry I know I'll probably look to this request in a while and cringe so bad. but I'm just curious to see how you would continue it, like what do you think would happen, what are the first things they say to each other, how does it evolve things like that 🥰

of course, if you don't feel like writing anything that's totally fine and don't worry at all❤️❤️

p. s. : im sure ive taken the prompt where reader steals / ruins tangerine's mission from other fics as well so kudos to whoever came up with the idea :)

Dear Anon, first of all, thank you so much for your patience. I’m usually slow to answer, and with things being very busy at work I’m even slower. Please, do not cringe, it was awesome to read your ideas, and I was so happy you sent this message. Thank you so much ❤️ , and I hope you enjoy how this turned out!

A Darling Mess

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you groan, letting your head hit the wall behind you. The golden necklace glints between your fingers.

You didn't mean to steal it. You really didn't. You didn't mean to run into the Twins and most certainly didn't mean to hook up with the moustached one in one of the bathrooms on that cursed train either.

More accurately, you shouldn't have wanted to hook up with him, but as soon as the two of you had crossed paths in one of the carriages, you knew it was going to happen. And when it happened it was quick and glorious and earth-shaking, and you hoped you were going to see him again.

Then everything went to shit, you two fought for that damned suitcase - his hands apparently were really good for many different things - and you barely ran away from that train with all your limbs.

Your smartphone buzzes incessantly. It's your handler.

"Where are you?"

It's not like him to sound so distressed.

"Not sure about the exact position, it's an alley near Nagoya station. I think I need a lift."

He tells you about a derailed bullet train and how it seems a lot of people - assassins like you, but still... people - died. One of the Twins as well, according to the info he got. The moustached one. You feel a pang of pain in your chest, which is stupid because he was just a stranger you fucked on a train.

A year has passed. Tokyo has slowly just started to become a mission you will remember with regret for a long time when you find yourself pointing your weapon at Moustache Guy again. While he's doing the same. And his brother is aiming a gun at you as well.

Shit.

You are more surprised to see him most definitely alive than to have him threatening you.

“You owe me a great deal,” he hisses, low and dangerous “You fucked up our mission, stole my fucking necklace, and almost got me killed. Almost got my brother killed as well! Why shouldn’t I murder you on the spot?”

You frown “First of all, the necklace got caught in my jacket while you were using me as a human punching ball. Second,” you add, eyes only quickly flickering on the huge, angry scar on his neck “one of you is going to kill me for sure, but I can guarantee you I will take the other down with me.”

Anger blazes in his eyes and you push further, adrenaline pumping in your veins “Third, asshole, you and your brother here screwed up since the moment you decided to leave the suitcase and the boy you were supposed to escort unguarded! What utterly morons do that?”

A pause and then you decide to further test your luck “Last but not least, I’m sorry you two almost got killed. I can apologize for my part in that, even if it’s a small one. But I won’t accept you blaming me for the rest, Moustache Boy!”

His nostrils flare, and he glares at you. It’s unfair that he looks even more ravishing with that savagery seeping from him in hot waves. Also, you probably shouldn’t get distracted by that, since the danger of being shot is a very real one.

Lemon’s laughter is short, and he nods at you, interrupting the impasse “This one got quite a temper, uh? I kind of see the fascination with the... situation.”

Tangerine snarls an insult at him, but it carries no real venom.

In the end, after some calls from your handler and his reminders to the Twins that they have to collaborate with you on this mission and an offer to triple the pay for all of your messed up trio, guns are put away, hands tentatively shaken, and scowls mostly kept under control.

You know they still blame you for your part in the train debacle. Yet, true to their professional reputation, they carry through the mission. It’s a long one.

Living in such proximity inevitably leads to some kind of tepid intimacy. Lemon is the first one to soften up a bit. He starts to ask you if you want some coffee. He asks you about your favourite book, once he spots you reading it to fight your insomnia. He thanks you after you retrieve a USB pen that will help with the job. And one day he gives you a sticker of some train and tells you that despite everything you are not a Diesel. You are not sure what it means, and Tangerine indeed scoffs at the words, but after that things are a little less tense, between the three of you.

Tangerine slowly stops glaring at you and once he almost compliments your ability in combat, after you knock out a goon that was going to stab him.

The progress is little but steady, and one night, for a hilarious twist of the events, the moon finds you two looking outside the same window, in the little apartment you have been given as a base.

“I’m sorry you got shot.”

He nods at your words, slightly sniffing and making his moustache move over his very kissable lips.

“Thanks,” he hesitates before quickly murmuring his own apology about blaming you and only you “I think my ego got a tad hurt realizing you shagged me just because of a honeypot mission.”

“I didn’t,” it's the quiet murmur that gently interrupts his gruff confession.

He scoffs “I very much think we did it in that bathroom, love.”

“Not that,” you roll your eyes at him “I meant it wasn’t a honeypot mission. I- I did not hook up with you because of work. I didn’t even know you and Lemon were the ones having that cursed briefcase, at the time.”

Tangerine just looks at you, and you look back at him “I have your necklace. It got a bit damaged, but I had a jeweller fix it. I know it’s stupid, but I thought-”

Your voice dies down a bit and you are not really shocked to feel his calloused hand gently cupping your face, making you look at him “What did you think?”

You swallow “I thought I was going to find out where Lemon put your grave and bring the necklace there.”

You feel a tear roll down your cheek, and then another, and another. He kisses them, one by one, his lips lingering on your soft skin, and you sob “I’m so stupidly glad you didn’t die.”

He chuckles against your lips “So am I, my darling.”

You kiss him and he kisses you back, and the morning after Lemon is not surprised to catch you coming out from Tangerine’s bedroom.

Sensing your hesitation, he winks at you “Glad it happened. Be good to him, ya?”.

And of course, you nod back, with all your heart.

#tangerine x reader #lemon and tangerine #bullet train fanfic #bullet train movie #lemon bullet train #tangerine bullet train

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mattulrichskeetlillard · 24 days

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Hello! Welcome to my Stuilly Blog!

This is a master list of some of my fav stuilly fics I've written ((some of these are +18 nsfw mdni check the desc!! Be safe everyone))

This is sort of an intoduction to me/my writing in this fandom. I have more fics I'm not posting, like incomplete works, wips, etc.

This blog in particular is just gonna be scream interactive. Feel free to say hi to me! Give me prompts or headcanons you'd like to see in a fic and I'll do my best. Have fun :D

Fractured

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Posted Jan. 10st

1.6k words

POV Billy Loomis [not first person, I never write first person (((she said; in first person lol)))]

Rated for Mature Audiences for: violence, graphic descriptions of animal death, animal gore

Desc: Set right after Billy's mom left, Billy knows he can't cope with his feelings in a healthy way and takes his best friend out hunting with him. It all falls to shit, and Stu is unexpectedly there for Billy just when he needs him the most.

My very first Stuilly fic ｡ﾟ(ﾟ＾Д＾ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Still holds a special place in my heart <3

ugh don't get me started

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Posted Jan. 15rd

1.5k words

POV Stuart Macher

Rated E for Everyone

Objectively Adorable

Desc: Stu rants to Billy about his day, Billy just lets him talk. It's a perfect lazy, cozy day

Zero angst, if you just want a warm fuzzy fic with Stu and Billy in love, that's exactly what this is

bro pull over let me kiss you on the lips

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Posted Jan 21th

2.8k words

POV Billy Loomis

Rated Teen for mild language and general teenage bullshit like 'feelings' or whatever

Includes: Flustered!Billy Loomis with a crush. Ooh yummy

Desc: Billy gets his first car and kidnaps Stuart for an impromptu date. This better go well.

No notes, I just really like this one. Short and sweet

my love for you is blood soaked

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Posted three days after Mario Day [Mar 13st]

15.15k words

POV Stu Macher

Rated Nsfw for that one sex scene in the middle #BottomBillyxTopStu

Desc: Stu keeps getting notes from a secret admirer and with the choice between his emotionally constipated """secret""" boyfriend and his overly affectionate girlfriend, he's sure he knows who they're from. He's fucking wrong lol

Stu is a little obtuse but its for plot and its in a "naw Billy would never say this, its gotta be Tate" kind of way

Stu. Babe. That man is SO GAY for you its insane. Idk how he could have been more clear honestly

This one's just dumb fun, not meant to be taken seriously, I love it so much. I'm super proud of her

Thanks for checking my stuff out if you did, I'm probably working on a fic (always writing lol) but I have been known to take breaks from posting schedules to release a quick one-shot or something like that. Feel absolutelty free to leave me prompts or recs or something you'd want me to write, okay thank you bye

That's all folks!

#ao3 #stuilly #stu x billy #billy x stu #scream 1996 #scream art #stu macher #billy loomis #billy loomis x stu matcher #stu macher x billy loomis #writing #fics #scream musical #screamd #scream'd #scream fic

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simpforchuchu · 1 year

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Hold on to me - Binzo x reader

a/n: Hi, this is not a request or a planned fic.I was just feeling a little bad and wanted to write something. Actually this was for me.I wrote the character completely as myself and wrote it that way.I just needed something sweet and... Anyway :)

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: idk, mention of suicidal thoughts, lots of depression and probably angst

After leaving school, Binzo was walking to the place where he always went and didn't tell anyone to get some rest. On his way, he bought some snacks from a market and stood in front of the tall construction, waving the bag in his hand.

It was dark, there was no one around, it was a quiet and beautiful night. He wanted to relax a bit while watching the stars. He quickly climbed the stairs of the empty construction and went up to the roof. But he saw something he did not expect.

On the edge of the roof, someone was smoking, with their feet dangling from the edge of the roof.It was a girl.

The young girl was just watching the city and smoking silently. Binzo was sure she wasn't here for a good reason.

He thought for a while what to do. Should he go? Should he talk to her? Would she throw herself down? Why was she here?

He had a lot of questions in his mind and the person sitting was aware of it. The young girl blew out the smoke from her cigarette and called out to him.

"I don't care if you want to stay, you can do whatever you want."

Binzo looked at her in surprise. Maybe he would have even had a fight if someone else had been in his place, but something inside him told him that this girl had a problem and he had to talk to her.

Binzo slowly came to the edge of the roof and sat next to the young girl.The city looked quite beautiful from here. Stars and sky too.

When the young girl finished her cigarette, she threw the cigarette butt down and lit another one. Binzo looked at her in surprise.His friend Mercy also smoked, but not that often.

"Aren't you too young to smoke?"

The young girl smiled and looked at him.She had cried, her eyes were red. Maybe it was from cigarette smoke, he thought.

"This isn't my first cigarette, don't worry.I'm also an adult."

Binzo nodded to the young girl's cold demeanor. But it wasn't like that, it didnt feel right.He felt as her true voice was quite warm and alive.

"Can I have one?"

Binzo raised an eyebrow as the young girl looked at Binzo with the question she had heard.And Binzo grinned:

"It won't be my first cigarette, don't worry."

Y/n gave a sarcastic smile and handed him the pack of cigarettes.Binzo took a cigarette and lit it.He looked at the pack of cigarettes again and smiled.

"Are you rich? Cigarettes are pretty expensive these days. Especially these ones."

Y/n shook her head silently

"I don't really care about money when I'm buying things that will kill me."

Binzo was taken aback by the strangeness of the answer.But he didn't say anything.For a while, they both smoked in silence and watched the city lights.

"Kouzou, but people call me Binzo."

Y/n gave him a weird look and nodded

"Y/n."

"Why are you here? Isn't it too high?"

Y/n laughed and shook her head.

"I think you know why I'm here. Isn't that why you wanted to sit next to me, Binzo?"

Binzo smiled.He nodded and sighed.

"What's wrong? Did your boyfriend break up with you? Or have you lost someone?"

Y/n was disturbed by the young boy's concerned gaze.She hated when someone pityed her and tried to help her. She just shrugged.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk. But I'm a stranger, right? I don't even know if I'll ever see you again.I can't tell your secrets to anyone."

Y/n smiled

"I have no secrets."

Binzo also smiled and shook his head.He spoke while looking at the buildings opposite.

"Sometimes it's hard, right? Living, laughing, walking, breathing... When you can't find anything to hold on to.... So I won't ask you why you're here. But if you want to talk, if you want someone to listen to you, I'm here."

When the young boy turned to y/n, he saw her eyes filled with tears. But he didn't say anything.Y/n smiled and looked at him.But Binzo spoke again in a serious tone.

"Dont smile." Y/n looked at him in surprise. "Don't smile. You don't have to smile, if you want to cry, just cry. You don't owe anyone a smile."

Y/n shook her head at Binzo's words and let the tears flow. And Binzo didn't say anything for a while, waiting for her to calm down.

"I don't know what's wrong," y/n said quietly. "Or I don't know which is the bigger problem. But I think the biggest problem is this hatred of myself."

Binzo nodded slowly.

"Why do you think you hate yourself?"

"The person I see in that f*cking mirror... I want her to disappear."

"If that's what you think because those cool handsome men don't tell you you're beautiful, I can tell you. I'm pretty cool one too."

Y/n laughed a little and rolled her eyes.

"You're weird"

"And you are not ?"

Y/n smiled and nodded.Binzo continued.

"I won't try to convince you. Because fake compliments won't interest you. Or you'll think I pity you. Unless you dont believe that, no one can make you believe Y/n."

Y/n nodded again and sighed.

"Besides... I don't think that's the only problem."

Y/n smiled and nodded again.

"Sometimes I don't understand what's going on either. Insults, bullying, rude things said as jokes, various evils... I feel like I'm strong for all of them, but I guess it's not enough. I realize that my smiles are fake now. I can't feel love. I see myself as a burden to everyone. There are dozens of my friends.... or so I think.”

Binzo was listening quietly to the young girl, knowing that she was full and wanted to talk.She was just tired and angry.

"I'm tired of smiling around people all day and staring blankly at the ceiling at night. The urge to kill myself is growing in my head and I'm… I'm scared."

Binzo clenched his jaw when he heard the young girl's voice tremble towards the end.

"I... I love living, Binzo. I have dreams. I always got the best grades, I tried hard to fulfill everyone's expectations for me. But I feel like this life is not mine... I'm tired of shaping my life and myself with their wishes."

Binzo was now sure that she was crying. He shifted a little to one side and closed the gap between them. He patted the young girl's back while she was crying. She continued to tell and cry for a while.

Both were aware.Binzo knew he cant find a solution, and y/n knew he cant help her.But it still felt good not to be alone.

After a while, when Y/n wiped her eyes with her hand, Binzo reached the bag next to him and handed her the chocolate he had bought for himself. As Y/n laughed with teary eyes, Binzo smiled and patted her back.

"You're strong y/n and the only thing to hold on to is that strength. I know you're tired, but hold on tight to yourself."

Y/n now realized how beautiful the young boy was looking at her.Binzo smiled at the girl who was looking at him in surprise and patted her head.

"Hold on to me when there's nothing left to hold on y/n, I'll be there."

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @satraninalane

#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #hnl #high and low the worst #high and low the worst x #suzuran binzo #kouzou miyauchi #binzo x reader #high and low suzuran #binzo

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rel124c41 · 21 days

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I suck horribly at actually talking to people but I NEED to make it known how much I've loved and enjoyed your jade fics!!! Every single one has been a total banger., i've been fed so well.

I absolutely loved the readers lack of autonomy in your japanese folklore fic (im typing off memory so my spelling of everything will be off) they didn't have a choice in anything. fish wife <3 I'll admit I was a little confused with the Garappo, i truly thought it was some weird suicide until Jade later mentioned it. And why Floyd mentioned his brother dying to one, (I honestly thought it was supposed to be jade creature)

AGHHHH fish wife??? really?? fish wife??? the ending was so delicious, i could almost visualize it. so lovely. the fear, lack of autonomy, the loss of all they've known, never knowing what's real and what's a fantasy. I'm not sure what you envisioned for their future, but I can imagine that lack of autonomy will be more of a pressing issue than it was. God, the view of that though!!! Someone you only remember when you're too hazy to be in the real world, someone that's been with you throughout your life, someone that's wanted you since you could remember. isn't that so romantic? Finally together where the sun can't part you, under the water.

i dont know how to really explain what im feeling, or what i think, but i feel like it's such a poignant visual to be killed by this Jade in that way. It feels like watching a puzzle you've been working on be completed, or reaching a new plot point in a game you like, it's this feeling of intrigue, anticipation, idk. I always get that feeling reading your fics and also HOLY FUCK THEYRE SO LONG!!!!!!

and dont think i've forgotten your other fics LOL im ready to talk about those too holy fuck. I don't have that much to say unfortunately, I really enjoyed them just as much but I'm far more speechless. The Jade fic based off of Mera's god! Floyd was... really nice. The altar scene felt like Jade was punishing them for something. That's just how the bee crumbles, though. "sadist" might not rhyme with "jade" but it's basically the same word anyway... I loved watching Jade's opinion of Reader change over the time skips, he goes from mild annoyance/hate or, idk, repulsion (?) to interest, to love (menace style).

The reader fulfilling nothing in the end was certainly something. I loved it.

I've never really had a family, so I can't understand reader's motivations in your "crowley finds a way to send Yuu home" fic, but it made me wish I had one. I enjoyed the ending, the usage of the ghost camera. Poor Jade, really. I don't have much to say, because I'm not personally a fan of angst.

I feel like I can safely say you're my favorite writer, even above Mera. (who i now know you're also a fan of!!! which is neat!!!!!)

i know i probably could've DMed you but I feel like an ask is more appropriate >:) i hope you enjoy the long ask, as an artist myself this is kinda like tags on my art, and i really feel like you deserve that happiness. not good at talking, my bad!!!!

oh the way this made my day, i’m on break for my 6-2 shift and just AAAAAAAAAA thank you thank you thank you for this ask (*≧∀≦*) i’m geeking over here man,, i’m so flattered

okay to answer the first thing about why Floyd mentions his brother got killed by one!! the entire point of him going there is to check if his future sibling in law opinion on yokai, his brother’s lovesick so Floyds on the case

he had to make the reader let him stay!! the idea of the garappa outside is more terrifying to the reader than letting in a stranger & he mentions his brother dying to one (falsely!!! he’s lying ofc!!!)

bc the reader’s like oh that sounds familiar for him to have a brother, that fits into place — doubled with the bath salts, it’s an ease slip inside the shrine

“the fear, lack of autonomy, the loss of all they've known, never knowing what's real and what's a fantasy.” dude why did you write Sundo better than me??? why did you write the whole thesis of Sundo in a more poetic and all around better way that i ever could holy shit

also if i was the reader i’d give into to be an umi bozu so easily,, like the eldritch beauty of becoming something truly incomprehensible, some Berserk-esque creature

like look at this!!!!! it would be so cool to be this!!!!! GIANT FISH WIFE!!!!

AAAAA to be a huge monster loved and adored by your husband who stole/shares your immortal soul and infects your memory like a leech 💕💕

“It feels like watching a puzzle you've been working on be completed, or reaching a new plot point in a game you like,” AAAAA THANK YOU!!! (￣个￣) this particular part has me geeking,, i’m a big video game fan so to mimic that feeling of completeness, integrality!!!

and yeah i’m always worried about length bc i’m too fluent in yappanese when it comes to writing

the altar scene in Psilocybin was definitely a mixture of punishment and accepting them into his world — he’s always going to be salty that he does not know what fear tastes, smells, looks like upon the reader! (〃´∀｀)

i’m a HUGE momma’s girl so that’s where the theme of Schism came from haha and i love Tool’s music — thank you for saying u like the ghost camera usage, i was worried the audience might not get this BUT reader does not end up leaving; that end scene is specifically with the fragment of her soul from the photograph on Jade’s desk

ALSO MORE THAN MERA???? AAAAA THATS CRAZY PRAISE 💕💕💕 (O∆O)

UM THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK <<<3 im tattooing it in my head forever!!!! also ure my first mutual and it’s such an honor bc you’re so incredibly talented and AAAA i’m still geeking 💕

#re l rambling

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thaliasthunder · 1 year

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opinions on tsats, not in order

these are some things i liked and disliked about the book, and it has spoilers (naturally?), so beware

not gonna say i absolutely adored the way R&M managed solangelo's relationship but didnt completely despise it either

i wouldnt say Will was out of character bc... he didnt have much of a character to be out from before tsats? i just didnt really love that "i gotta fix nico" thing rick gave to him, but that got settled by the end so i really wont complain much about it

i also wouldnt compare solangelo to percabeth neither to praise or criticize it bc it's not like i think percabeth's dynamic is flawless and perfect either 🤷🏻‍♀️

percy's "oh nico, i'm sorry" PERSEUS SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU'RE 5 YEARS LATE 😭

the "invisible string" and "[worlds/planets] orbiting each other" theme/trope they gave to solangelo made me emotional, and i accept it as canon. *plays invisible string by ts and satellite by hs*

my goodness what a relieve it was to me to finally read nico CRYING. good for him

i expected will's plague power to be more, hum, intense? either way i still think will having plague powers at all is a victory

dont know what i feel w will canonically having trouble w nico being a murderer bc thats actually one of the things i love about him 😭? i feel like if he ever discovers nico killed that bryce dude he'll pass out or something. boy ur bf is a son of hades, his legacy is death, what did u expect from him?

"nico blushed" "nico gave a sly smile" "nico's mischevious smile" wow i need to sit down for a moment and just *weeps*

nico trying to talk his way out of trouble, sneaky lil shit <3

canon silly nico in mid dangerous situations is back !!! <3333

i dont feel completely comfortable w the idea of nico's coming out being that public by making a whole speech to the entire camp but thats probably just me projecting my trauma and anxiety, idk. either way i think a more intimate coming out would've feel more personal, but still i understand that R&M wanted to give him an all-free-off-chains life in camp making it known by everyone in an only kick

"i got the message loud and clear: don't say that. don't feel that. don't even think that" IT BURNED ME INSIDE. i loved it

the ounces of nico still acting like a 10 year old child? like when he called nemesis cool? he warms my heart

i think gorgyra's my favorite character

some of the bitchy comments nico held back were funny. i know they didnt symbolize anything good in their relationship but they were funny. "no. you couldnt", "no one's asking you to"? i officially proclaim myself a bitchy!nico apologist

either way i still can acknowledge nico was a lil bit harsh to will having the literal worst time of his life in the underworld like 😭, bro he's literally a child of the SUN having a trip in HELL, give him a break 😭

the part where nico drop to his knees in front of nyx's home? poetic cinema

the screaming at trees in the woods moment felt really intimate and heartwarming for me. i approve

i did not like their on screen first kiss to be so casual and simple, i was expecting more emotion and angst; and god i definitely disliked that their first real kiss was literally right after nico discovered jason DIED. a person has enough volatile feelings to deal with when a loved one dies for new romantic stuff to happen. nico was in a vulnerable state and deserved time to mourn. instead of that being their first kiss i would've been fine to show will supporting nico in that traumatic event? i would've also deepen their relationship

"'i love you' and the fell" that was poetic and girl? it'll ROCK in fanarts i'll be waiting for them

the whole speech of "it was the son of apollo falling for a son of hades. it was this"? okay wow, beware shakespeare, they went strong in this

nico preparing a picnic for will?? another peek of my boy being a canon ROMANTIC. he makes me physically ill

i liked that they didnt try to write around or romantize the way some male gods actually behaved in the myths? like persephone recognizing hades kidnapped her and letting Will (and the reader) clear that he should never permit anyone forcing him into anything, bc i remember i disliked the way poseidon was painted as the best guy in pjo w medusa's part just for being the protagonist's father (and yeah that was a children's book but well so is tsats and they finally got that right)

since hoo i've got a soft spot for nico finding comfort in the darkness of the underworld, so reading nico seeing his father's realm as his home again gave me a cozy feeling every single time <3

it was nice to see persephone seeing nico in a good light. i always thought the concept of those two getting along well had so much potential and tbh i hope they explore it more in the future

nico having persephone's garden as his favorite place in the underworld??? i crave FANARTS

it kinda infuriated me nico reproaching will for making amphitemis go away bc it was the first baddass moment will got in the entire book in my eyes and nico deciding to go like WhY diD u dO thAt? cOulD'vE hElpEd hIm. baby? shut the fuck up

I WON

"enough of your bisexual chaos" really cant decide if i loved or hated this right now

tbh i hoped amphitemis to have a more important role

i actually like the idea of nico having a bunch of little demons following him around, it's a funny image. but personally i wont see them as "his children" unless its for comedic resources. i see them more as his pets, yep, his demonic pets 👍🏼

they're canonically the most physical affective couple and they make me wanna throw up in my mouth. good for them

WHERE WAS AKHLYSSSS

nico's new villain scar is baddass <3

at the end bob just came out of the picture... that easily? after all the hell they went thru?

do u ever get those maternal/paternal kick ins when u read ur fav character in pain? i dont mean all the time but in like rare occassions. like a sudden need to protect them? well yeah nico saying "you left me alone and defenceless!" and starting crying made it for me. i wanted to run and CRADLE HIM

MALCOLM PACE MY QUEER SON OF ATHENA I LOVE YOU. btw yall were excited about jake mason and i admit i dont remember who that is,,, i feel guilty so please explain

PIPER MY LOVE GIRL HOW I MISSED YOU

to summarize, i dont think the book's perfect, but i did enjoy and liked it

#i will take what i want from this book and ignore the rest thank you very much #btw remember its ok to disagree in this!#feel free to share ur opinions #tsats #tsats spoilers #the sun and the star #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #rick riordan #riordanverse #mark oshiro

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writing-hat · 3 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by Mondo @mondothebombo !! @taddymason , @finn-m-corvex and open tag! Because I have no idea who did it already or not htdlhkjld

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

7 !! by updated order: "swimming and dancing with you", "bending, but never breaking", "it was a jellyfish all along!", "everybody loves somebody sometimes", "hold your breath, the end is near", "just the two of us (we can make it if we try)", "pomegranate"

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

381 762. I need sleep I think. or maybe I need help.

3. what fandom(s) do you write for?

currently ninjago but I have tried some lego monkie kid (and failed miserably I'll probably never publish them)

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

1) bbnb (568)

2) pomegranate (109)

3) just the two of us (we can make it if we try) (75)

4) swimming and dancing with you (48)

5. do you respond to comments?

hell yeah!!! but I tend to not log no AO3 often so there might be comments out there I've never answered and I'm sorry ;w;) but I read all of them since they end up in my mail!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think I'm torn between "it was a jellyfish all along!" and "hold your breath, the end is near" ? I'm not sure

7. what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Imma go with "just the two of us (we can make it if we try)"

8. do you get hate on fics?

No I don't think so

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

yes I do! I'm never writing what I wrote for bbnb ever again, but the sexy with fluff kinda smut has to be my favorite, like pomegranate! I just love when couples are happy, sue me! and yes it can be detailed!

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't no but I'd love to read some!!

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

currently under writing_hat I have not! I had when I was a stupid kid but I never fought for it since i didn't really care

12. what's the longest time you've spent working on a fic? and what's the shortest?

bbnb is the longest time I've worked on a fic, even though "everybody loves somebody sometimes" is a close one

short is pomegranate: it took me a single night to write and another to read quickly through it

13. have you ever co-written a fic?

nope! I don't think I could because my brain's a mess and english isn't my first language but hey I guess I could try at some point

14. what's your all-time favourite ship? from every fandom?

LAVA they make me go EEEEEEE-

jaya and shadowpeach are close tho

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

SO MANY. but there's a plasma fic I'll probably never finish because it's. not good.

16. what are your writing strengths?

having unhinged ideas? seeing the worst situations when powers are involved? torturing characters?

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

words. putting thoughts on paper goddamnit.

18. thoughts in writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

hell yeah! french tho

19. first fandom you wrote for?

my little pony I think? I'm not sure jshjdk but before ninjago I never really wrote anything "seriously"

20. favourite fic you've ever written?

oh that's an interesting one. Idk! I'd have to go with "everybody loves somebody sometimes" because I'm taking my time with it and I'm loving every second of it! Cole angst here I come!

#hat's words #hat's fics #bending but never breaking #bbnb #everybody loves somebody sometimes #elss #why did I name most my fics after songs lyrics #my brain is just activating the song every time I'm reading them #also yes I write sex that's why you gotta watch out for my tags #sorry not sorry

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break down _Yoshinori

order 044, anon: large banana milk tea with crystal and regular tapioca pearls for trsr Yoshi

warnings: very little, just a smidge of angst, not proofread :( idk wordcount but definitely a lot above 1k

summary: highschool!friends to lovers! where Yoshi goes mia for a year after being told by everyone that he's not good enough, then returns and you wonder if he still remembers you

_barista's note: i don't know why writing is so hard T_T i keep getting distracted and putting it off... maybe i have to readjust after being away from writing for so long? p.s. i feel like this fic is crap and i'm sorry,, i'm still getting back into the swing of things and writing it was really hard :(

in 9th grade, the year you first started high school, you met the most beautiful boy on this planet. he joined a little later in the year, and you as class president had the duty of helping him settling in... even though you were just a freshman and still settling in yourself.

you got to school and waited by the front doors early in the morning on his first day. he was told to come early so you could show him around before the day started.

when a black motorbike pulled up, you didn't expect the owner of it to be your new boy. so you ignored it, staring at your shoes and wondering when he'd be arriving.

"are you y/n?" a soft voice asked.

you looked up to meet the eyes of a boy dressed all in black, not in uniform probably because... he's new?

he was the new boy and you were a little shocked that it was him.

"yes, that's me... you're Yoshinori?"

he nodded and told you to just call him Yoshi.

"that's your bike?" you asked, pointing to it.

Again, he nodded.

"you can ride a bike at this age?" you asked, guiding him into the school building.

"maybe," he said.

you shrugged off his weird response and showed him around. he was quiet and you tried to break the ice by asking him questions, but his responses were short and blunt. little did you know how nervous he actually was, though he tried to play it off, and how much he appreciated the questions you asked.

"well, that's the school. there isn't much to it but if you ever need help, you can come ask me. i sit in this spot right here," you said, patting your desk that sits right by the window in the second row.

"cool... where will i sit?" he asked.

"probably behind me; that's the only empty seat."

Yoshi smiled at the ground, glad he'd be sitting near someone familiar.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"class, say hello to your new classmate, Yoshi. y/n already showed him around this morning, but you should all do your best to help him fit in, too," the teacher said at the start of the first class.

Yoshi walked to his seat behind you and the class started. it wasn't long before you heard soft snores from behind you and you sighed. it was going to be a long year with this boy behind you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

a lot of people were interested in Yoshi's motorbike, but he'd always ignore them. they'd rush to him when he'd arrive in the morning, asking if they could touch it or sit on it, but he acted as if no one was there. because of this, a lot of people had bitter feelings towards him. they said he was the pretty boy with bad attitude.

yet, a lot of people also crushed on him, hard. people found his cold personality but soft, attractive face very appealing. personally, you didn't understand either of the extreme feelings. he was just a classmate.

for Yoshi, though, you were his whole world. the only reason he came to school was to sit behind the goody-two-shoes class prez who showed him around and always helped him when he needed it. you were the only one who acted so calm around him, and because of that, he felt so safe with you.

"y/n... i forgot to do the homework again. can't i just copy yours?" he asked one morning.

"no, Yoshi. i worked hard on this," you grumbled, studying at your desk. Yoshi squeezed your shoulders and whined, begging for your help.

"fine. i'll just show you how to do the questions."

"thanks," he said with a smile so pretty that momentarily, you understood why people had a crush on him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

eventually, you and Yoshi became friends rather than him always asking you for help and you being the one that provides it. Yoshi seemed like the only genuine person in school, never sucking up to you just because you're the class president, but always just being himself around you.

Yoshi could say his attempts to befriend you worked.

in the school cafeteria one day, Yoshi spoke to you as he slipped some of your favourite side dishes from his plate onto yours.

"how come you never ask to ride my motorbike like everyone else does?"

"'cause it's scary. and i don't really care that much," you lied. truthfully, you were dying to wrap your arms around his waist and let him drive you anywhere... just normal friend things, right?

Yoshi smirked, watching as you stuffed a spoonful of food into your mouth.

"yeah right," he teased, sticking his tongue out at you.

"Yoshi, can we take the class prez away from you for a second or are you too busy kissing their butt for better grades?" a classmate comes up to the two of you and asks.

your jaw is left hanging--you've never heard anyone speak like that before, only ever in movies.

"you wanna kiss their butt now, don't you? go ahead. i was just trying to have a meal with my friend," Yoshi bites back.

you gulp as your classmate rolls their eyes at Yoshi and turns to you with pleading eyes.

"what is it?" you ask.

"no one got question 3 right on the maths test but you and Yoshi, so we've all been having a hard time figuring out our mistake and were wondering if you could help us."

"sure. if you finish your lunch early, i'll be in the class to show you."

"thank you, y/n!" your classmate exclaims, clasping their hands together and running to their spot in the cafeteria.

"thank you, y/n!" Yoshi mocks them, scoffing and hurriedly eating his food.

"why are you eating so fast?" you ask.

"don't we need to be there to show them how question 3 is done soon?"

"who said you're coming with me?"

"shut up."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"okay, but why does he have to be here," your classmate asks, pointing at Yoshi while everyone sits in the classroom.

"literally the whole class is here right now, so of course Yoshi is here, too. now sit down and let me explain the question," you say.

the whole time while you explain question 3, the classroom is in deep gossip mode.

"of course Yoshi got the question right. he hangs around y/n so much."

"maybe he seduced them and got them to help him cheat?"

"him and that pretty face; he could get away with anything."

"he acts so tough with his bike but he can't even pass his classes."

"he's not good enough to hang around y/n"

the last comment broke him, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. was he dragging you down? was he making you waste all your energy on him? you deserve better, better than a friend who people perceived as someone who seduces others for good grades.

for the rest of the day, Yoshi was spaced out and quiet. you were worried something was wrong, but you didn't want to bother him. so, you didn't ask. you said your goodbyes by the parking lot at the end of the day and headed your separate ways.

and you never saw him again.

just like that, Yoshi disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared.

no one knew where he was, not even the school. they still called out his name for attendance each morning, even after weeks without a trace of him.

you cried a lot. you wondered if it was your fault. you wondered what Yoshi was silently suffering because of and you wondered why you weren't able to make it better.

although his social media was gone and he didn't answer his calls, you still texted his number, asking about him and updating him about your day. you didn't know he read your messages and treasured them, itching to reply to you but not being able to. not yet.

people would always ask you about Yoshi. you were even blamed for his disappearance as everyone wondered if you 'got rid of him' because he bothered you too much.

"that's not true! i'm more worried about where he is than any of you are, so how could i be the one who made him disappear?"

you sounded more confident than you felt, though.

meanwhile, Yoshi had left to pursue music. it was something of his own that he felt confident he could be more than good enough in.

he had tried at an audition without much hope, but after succeeding, he agreed to sign a trainee contract without hesitation. it was only later that he realized what a hell it was. it just wasn't for him. he wanted to go back to school, where he could see you and be your friend, even if people told him he wasn't good enough.

he could only take a year of it before he broke his contract and fled. he had no regrets, though, because he walked away with more experience in music than he'd ever had before.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Yoshinori?"

"here," came the voice behind you.

your head whipped around, as did everyone else's, and there he was. Yoshi was back in his spot as if he'd never left.

you rubbed your eyes and pinched your arm, wondering if it could really be true.

Yoshi ignored everyone stares, gasps, and mutters and only focused on you. he only returned your gaze, and with a smile.

"Yoshinori, where have you been the past year?"

"I spoke to the principal about it and everything has been sorted. I apologize, teacher," Yoshi said.

you'd never heard him speaking so reverently. even the teacher and rest of the class were shocked, and you wondered just what he'd been up to.

as excited as you were to see him, you let the pettiness come first.

at lunchtime, Yoshi followed you to the cafeteria, trying hard to get any words out of you while you kept quiet.

"i know. i know i'm awful to have left you hanging like that but... just let me explain, please? you'll hear me out, right? are you mad? don't be mad, y/n--"

"how can i not be mad?" you yelled. luckily, the cafeteria was already so loud that you weren't causing so much of a disruption.

Yoshi dropped his head slightly but reached for your shoulder with his hand.

"i know... no, i don't know. but i do know that you're definitely allowed to be mad right now. but i'm not willing to lose you this easily so.."

"so explain then," you told him, walking to where you'd usually sit with him.

Yoshi told you everything. he told you how your classmates made him feel like crap, like he didn't deserve to be your friend and so when he passed an audition for an entertainment company, he left without a word, thinking it would be better for him to never talk to you again. then, when he wanted to reach out, he couldn't, since his company had banned online communication. finally, he found the courage to come back.

"Yoshi.. i wish i'd known," you said, pity in your face and voice.

he shook his head and grinned, moving your favourite side dishes from his plate onto yours again, as always.

"it's okay. we're here now. and i want to study harder so people will stop saying you pity me 'cause of my face," Yoshi said.

the awkward air between the two of you quickly faded, and you shared a lunch just like you always did. as you were putting away your plates and cutlery, Yoshi asked if you'd be willing to go to the school yard with him quickly before classes resumed.

there, he told you he had something important to tell you.

"this may be sudden or random, but i only realized this now myself. i think.. from the moment i met you, i was somehow drawn to you. you helped me feel so comfortable and when i was away from you... i couldn't breathe. i wanted to contact you so badly and anyways i think... no, i know that i like you, y/n. as more than a friend. i know i jist came back after so long, so let's take it slow. we can go on dates and get to know each other again and--"

you wrapping your arms around Yoshi's shoulders and pulling him close for a hug caught him off-guard. he choked on his words, his cheeks turned red and he returned your embrace after hesitating many times.

you didn't realize how badly you'd been needing to hear everything Yoshi said. finally hearing it made you instinctively reach out to hug him.

once you pulled away and looked at him, the pretty boy who was wearing his uniform so neatly for the first time, the wind blowing through his soft hair, you realized how lovable he's always been to you.

"let's do it, Yoshi. let's go slow and take our time," you said, taking him hand in yours and admiring the feeling, the surge of butterflies and the smiles that crept on both of your faces.

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simpforfandoms · 2 years

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hi! could i request for billy hargrove c female reader? where bikly’s dad gets inappropriate witht the reader and billy defends her but is also too scared to like say something. max sees everything and helps billy Xx

Of course! I tried my best, I hope you like it! Also, part 2 for the other one-shot will be out in the next week. Currently writing this on my phone at my grandma's house. I might add more later but you never know.

Bad Things Happen

paring: Billy Hargrove x reader

genre: idk angst? hurt/comfort

warnings: sexual harassment/assault, swearing, drunk person

word count: 1.3K

disclaimer: graphic depictions of sexual assault, so please if it will trigger you do not read!

National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-4673

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You've been friends with Billy for a while now. Ever since he moved to Hawkins you two have been joined at the hip. Of course, you had romantic feelings for him but you never told him. Billy Hargrove was a womanizer. and you didn't want to be another quick fuck. You'd rather be friends with him than not have him in your life at all.

It was Friday night. Your parents had gone out of town for their anniversary. You were riding with Billy and Max to your house after school. You had made the mistake of complaining about how'd you'll probably have microwave dinner for dinner.

"Wait Y/n why don't you come to our house for dinner?" Max inquires.

"Ummm sure, if it's okay with your parents" You can see Billy tense up when you agree.

"They won't care" Max replies

"I don't think it's a good idea," Billy says.

"Why because you're embarrassed by Y/n."

"No!"

"Then have her eat dinner with us. Come on. She can meet Neil and my mom! It'll be fun! Please!" Max gives her best puppy dog eyes.

"Billy just let the kid have her fun," You chuckle at her.

"Fine." Billy grunts.

You and Max squeal in excitement. You notice Billy clenching his jaw. Something's wrong. Billy pulls into the driveway. Max gets out of the car, but you wait for Billy to get out.

"You coming, Y/n?" Max asks.

"Yeah in a minute," You say as you turn to Billy once Max walks away.

"Are you okay? If you don't want me to eat dinner with you it's fine," You say

"No it's not that I don't want you to, my dad can be a little...much," Billy says.

"I'll be fine, you don't need to worry about me"

Billy lets out a disgruntled 'fine'.

You and Billy walk up to the door. Max opens the door before you could even touch the door.

"Good and Bad news. Bad news, Neil's drunk, and my mom's out of town. The good news is my mom left dinner and it's still hot. So we gotta eat quick" Max says quickly then pulls you in.

Billy just stays silent. His dad comes up to greet you.

"Well well, Billy I didn't know you had a girlfriend" He slurs.

"She's not my girlfriend" Billy replies.

"You better put a ring on it before I do." He chuckles. "C'mere give me a hug," He says talking to you

"Um no thanks," You say, a bit creeped out

"What? You're too good for me dollface? Bitch" He slurs

Before you could reply Max calls you over to sit. You sit down and Billy goes to sit next to you but his dad stops him.

"I don't think so, let me sit next to the pretty girl." Neil says sternly

Billy's jaw clenches as he moves to sit by Max. You didn’t want to sit next to Neil. He was drunk and creepy. But you didn’t want to mean. You were a guest in his house. Billy could sense that you were uncomfortable.

“So after we eat do you want to play video games Y/n” Max says breaking the silence

“Umm sure” you say

Neil puts his hand on your thigh. You awkwardly scotch your legs away but Neil just move his hands with you. He slowly moves his hands up to your inner thigh. You want to scream. You want to punch him. You want to run. You want to do anything. Anything at all to stop him. But you just can’t. More than anything you want to. You’re paralyzed in fear. Billy seems to notice that something’s wrong. Silent tears start to fall from your eyes. Billy looks like he’s in fear to. Max looks towards you and Neil. Then she looks towards Billy as to say ‘are you gonna do something’. Billy just looks like a scared puppy. Meanwhile, Neil just continues to go farther and farther up. Your eyes are begging for help at this point, then max finally says something.

“Neil what the fuck are you doing?!?!” She yells then she goes and grabs you away from him.

“What she likes it! Don’t ya doll face?” He says, standing up

You’re standing in shock with tears falling out your eyes.

“C’mon we’re leaving” Max says as she drags you out of the house.

“Billy are you coming?” She yells through the door.

“Yeah give me a sec” Billy says

Billy doesn’t know what comes over him but he suddenly has the courage to face his dad.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch her, or I swear to god I will beat the ever living shit out of you” Billy sternly says to his dad

“Oh please, you saw what she was wearing, she practically asked for it” he says then chuckles

Something in Billy snaps

thump

Neil falls to the ground with a bloody nose. Billy walks outside with a bloody knuckle. He gets in the car and sees you. You’re trying to hold back your sobs as Max is trying to comfort you.

“What’s took you so long, we need to get Y/n to her house and I need to go to Mike’s!" Max shouts

"I'm going!" Billy yells back as he slams on the gas.

When you apporach Mikes house you let out a sigh of relief. At least you’re far away from Neil.

“I have to go y/n, but I’m so sorry” Max says as she runs inside.

You move to the front seat as she gets out. You’re trying so hard to keep your cool in front of Billy. Silently he pulls away and drives to your house. Once you get there you unlock the door and Billy follows you. You can keep it together anymore and you burst into tears.

“I’m so sorry you probably hate me, I’m sorry. I should’ve stayed home” you say in between sobs.

It’s breaks Billy’s heart to you see you like this.

Firmly, he states “Y/n I could never hate you.”

He pulls you into a hug and you cry into his shoulder.

“My dad is such a asshole. I promise one day we’ll move out of this hellhole.”

You nod into his shoulder. Wait we? As in you and Billy? Together. What if he likes you back? How could he love you now? You can still feel Neil’s hands on you. You feel disgusting. You want to scrub off your skin.

“I need to take a shower” you mumble into Billy’s shoulder.

“Ok, I’ll head out”

“No! Please stay.” You almost yell back

Billy just nods as you go into the shower. You get a stomach churning feeling as you look at yourself in the mirror. You get nauseous feeling. You hop into the shower before you can throw up. You scrub and scrub your skin until your skin til it turns red and burns. You can still feel his hands. You scream in frustration.

“Hey are you okay in there” Billy shouts through the door.

“Yeah I’m fine” you yell back as you turn off the shower.

You get out of the shower. Throw a towel on and rush into your room to get on pajamas. You walk out into the living room where Billy is.

While you sit next to him, he says “are you sure you’re okay?”

“No but I’ll be okay” you say with a fake smile.

He pulls you close to him and whispers things into your hair. You can’t hear all of them but you do hear one thing

“I’ll fucking kill him if he try’s this shit again”

After you hear that you doze off knowing that you are safe in his hands.

#billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #max mayfield #strangerthingimangine #stranger things #angst #hurt/comfort #i honestly can’t tell #if i like it

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bellysoupset · 16 days

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i’ve been acting delulu about the whole wen+vin fight that we all knew was coming up, kinda like completely ignoring it was a thing and all your warnings bc im #notemotionallystrong and i liked pretending it wasn’t gonna happen to cope <3333 BUT AHHHHH after this last fic IM LITERALLY FULL ON SOBBING (IN PUBLIC) WHAT THE FUCKKKK SOUP😭😭😭 you’re so mean (lovingly) 😩 FR IM SO SAD I LOVE MY BABIES SO MUCH THIS IS AWFUL BUT ALSO THE FIGHT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN😭 AND LIKE SO UPSETTING AND UNCOMFY BC OF HOW REAL IT FELT idk how to explain it but it’s like hearing my parents (aka my best friends who’ve been together forever LOL) fight LMAO sobbing 😩😩😩 and also OMG I AUDIBLY GASPED AND HAD TO LOOK AWAY WHEN I READ THE PHONE NOTIFICATIONS THING AND REALISED IT WAS LEO’S TEXT like if there was a terrible way to find out it was THIS 😭😭😭😭😭 BABY GIRL THINKING EVERYONE HAS KNOWN FOR MONTHS???? AND THEN VIN SO DESPERATELY TRYING TO EXPLAIN HIMSELF???? AND JUST TALK??? (a lil too late tho buddy but also I GET IT GOSHHHH) AND THEN BOTH SOBBING GODDDD I CANT I CANT this is so devastating amazing job boo‼️

OMG AND ALSO THE OTHER FICS? i hadn’t commented on them bc i was waiting for this one to react to everything but GODDAMN????? LUKE POOR BUB all feverish spilling everything??? and their reactions🥺🥺🥺🥺 (also side note jon so worried about luke was beautiful and i enjoyed it very much🤭) and OMG leo’s guilt about not noticing the depression symptoms 😩 and the whole thing w bella and kit GOSH I WANT TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE HES SUCH AN ASSHOLE‼️

BUT ANYWAYS GOING BACK TO MY BABIES RAAAAAHHHHH I NEED WEN AND VIN TO BE OKAY omfg IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH FOR THIS😭😭 you’re so good at writing angst tho like goddamn i’m still crying and will probably continue to cry about this 😩😭 they need to be okay 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️ also i know you said you were nervous about luke and wen’s storyline and im SO CURIOUS and excited to read‼️ im sure whatever you choose to do with them is gonna be amazing and you know we all have a beautiful love/hate relationship w angst so i have a feeling we’re gonna eat it up!! (which we will do regardless bc your writing and storytelling is always wonderful!!!)

sending a snotty sobby virtual hug to all my babies and a strong virtual punch to kit <33333

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ANSWERING THIS SO LATE THAT VIN/WENDY ARE BACK TOGETHER I'M SORRYYYY

I'm actually cackling at you acting delulu because I remember I dropped many MANY hints of the Wendy/Vince break up and you were in my inbox completely ignoring them and me thinking "damn, am i being too subtle???"

Its so funny (and terrible) to be answering this late, because I can totally say the things I was nervous about. So ORIGINALLY Vin/Wendy didnt get back together, they actually broke it off for good and Wendy feeling very isolated from her friend group relapsed in her eating disorder.

But then Wendy kinda girl bossed her way into getting back with Vince, which was not planned, AND opened up to Bella, that was also not planned at all. So I scrapped that storyline! I still want to do something with her E.D, I remember I got an ask ages ago that was something like "Wendy refuses to eat because she's feeling queasy, Vince thinks she relapsed and tries to push her, only to have it come back up and he realizes she's actually sick", so I'll probably write that! A more mild version of what I originally had in mind!

And I'm SORRY i'm a terrible person but I'm sooo proud of myself for making you cry in public. I need a blog badge just for that #angster

Love you 🦦!

#🦦 anon #lovely correspondence

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ruinouss · 16 days

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NAME: Mads

PRONOUNS: She/her

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?　Faye lol. Idk why I ever try RPing others. I'll be good for a while but I always come back to this idiot

◈　RP PET PEEVES?　I have a few but of course, I don't remember the majority now that I'm asked about it. But the main one is when I see someone complaining about not getting any interactions or anything and you and others have been liking starter/plot calls or sending memes over and over and nothing ever comes from it. In my own personal experience, the person crying about not getting interactions is only looking for it with a certain follower(s) but won't try and initiate the interaction. It's understandable if you legit are struggling for interactions and you get crickets but when it's clear people are trying to interact...man that grinds my gears. It's extremely inconsiderate and I usually bounce when I see that. Another thing is one-sided plotting/RPing. I usually always try and come up with a few ideas, even if they're basic or the usual trope because sometimes they turn into something exciting but this also depends on both people being open to trying to keep it moving. It's no fun when one person isn't giving anything to work with. Though, sometimes one person will have a good idea and can lead but again it needs some help from the other person. I have others I'm sure, but these are the two main ones. I like to think I'm pretty chill.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS　Close to 2 decades probably. I've been RPing since gaiaonline and AOL/Skype

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT　 All of it, I think there's a time and place for each. I do tend to prefer angst because I love character development and pushing characters to their breaking points and seeing them go beyond their limits or reacting in high-stress situations. I love it when they discover new things about themselves. Fluff is fun for shorter threads when you need something light hearted in between the angst lol. And then smut...well I'm so out of practice I refuse to even have it on my main blog lol. I don't need to embarrass myself. I think it's fine and fun but I do get tired of it if that's all there is. Again, I'm here for the character development.

PLOTS OR MEMES　 Either. I don't have a preference but I try and see what my partners prefer. Sometimes things work better when you plot things out so you have an idea to follow but sometimes, especially with new interactions its easier to just have a random meme. I also feel like sometimes it may take a few tries before you find the right thing that clicks for a good thread or character interaction.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES　 Depends on the day. Sometimes it's nice to have a shorter reply but I do admit sometimes they're hard for me to do because I want to make sure there's enough going on to keep a thread going. But sometimes the brain just doesn't want to work so longer threads, even if I'm super excited for it just don't happen.

TIME TO WRITE　Whenever I get the chance lol. Sometimes its easier in the morning because I haven't used all my brain power but its so rare I can even do so I take what I can get.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)　As far as Faye? Uhh...only a little bit lol. Mainly just her love of the ocean and space and the fact we're both red heads. But she's way more wild/reckless than I am and gives less fucks about what others think or say about her. She also is always looking for trouble to get into while I prefer to fly under the radar. My other muse I currently play on a different blog is also a level headed doctor so I guess with him we're both chill and love pineapple lmao. Even characters in the past I've only shared one or two things. I dunno, I deal with myself on the daily and would rather explore something different than myself. Obviously, I need some things to align so I can understand the character but eh.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘　 the fantastic @ferinehuntress (thank you ;; )

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆　@vendettavalor @trashcollected @dimensionalspades @imprvdente @manufactoredxbyxdesign @musezieren @hellshire & anyone else

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It may sound complicated by I want to request anyways. Hokage Itachi (after massacre) imagine the village has accepted him after knowing his truth but of course there are some people who still don't like him anyways. So the reader will be a university student. She comes to konoha to make a documentary on Itachi(She studies journalism) It was a project.And she will have to meet with Itachi and she's gonna stay there for some time and they will form a good relationship?!? Idk it probably doesn't make any sense😃

SYNOPSIS: You are a journalist in search of an opportunity to do your project on the Hokage, Uchiha Itachi, specifically because you thought highly of him. When you arrive and learn that the man you looked up to was thinking badly of himself, you strive to make him think on the brighter side rather than focusing on the negatives.

PAIRING: Sixth Hokage Uchiha Itachi x Fem!Reader

WARNING(S): Mentions of Uchiha Massacre, Small Descriptions of Mental Health (Thoughts, etc.)

TYPE: Light Angst w/ Fluff

WORD COUNT: 3808

NOTES: Hi! I am back after finishing my semester, and I know I said I would have been back last week however I NEEDED that week long mental break, you know? I don't know why I go into new semesters thinking I'll be fine but end up having more mental breakdowns than I can count, but whatever, here is the long awaited Hokage Itachi because we really needed some of it right? I hope you enjoy, and I'll be working hard to finish the remaining 2 requests!

STANDING before the citizens of the Hidden Leaf Village, Uchiha Itachi wore the white cloak with red accents matched with the red and white cap, signifying his new role as the Sixth Hokage. Looking over the many faces staring up at him, Itachi took in some of the gruesome looks stuck on those faces whilst they silently judged him from far below. Despite the downfall of the Uchiha clan by his own two hands, Tsunade, the previous Hokage, still gave the position to Itachi, recognizing his abilities and strength.

Many people were against this because they couldn’t stop thinking about the crimes that the Uchiha committed to the highest level. All they saw in the Uchiha were the same, murderous Sharingan eyes from that night, even with the full truth out in the blue.

Itachi stepped up to the railing and fixed the cap on his head to allow him a better look at the civilians he was in charge of now. He cleared his throat to prepare for the speech he had spent all night writing and rehearsing.

“Hidden Leaf. I am aware of the crimes I have committed when I was thirteen and a part of the respected ANBU. Ever since that night, all I have ever wondered was how I could make it up to the village that I grew up in. All of the burdens I had carried back then have been relieved from my shoulders, and many people I was close to back then have forgiven me for my previous actions. In no way am I saying that you all have to accept me immediately, and I understand if you cannot completely accept my new position as the Hokage. However, I assure you that I will take this position and handle it with care and caution to keep all of you safe,” Itachi spoke in his deep and clear voice, echoing out to everyone who was watching the ceremony.

Coming up beside him was his little brother, Uchiha Sasuke, and Sasuke’s best friend, Uzumaki Naruto. The two wore contrasting looks on their faces, one being uncontrollably happy and the other looking like he just got out of bed. Either way, both of them felt good about seeing a new Hokage come into power, especially one of the child prodigies within the village.

“Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke will be my assistants and aiding the major roles of my new job. I hope everyone that is still wondering over this new leader will grow accustomed to this,” Itachi added.

Itachi bowed respectfully and turned around to let the Japanese letters of “Sixth Hokage” show to the entire village. The wind blew wonderfully in the air, beginning to push the loose cloak around Itachi’s shoulders to sway with it. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, taking in the final sight of the citizens before walking away to head to the headquarters.

— — —

Fatigue dreaded across your body, but all those days of walking endlessly through the forest was worth it when you arrived at the large gates of the Hidden Leaf Village. A relieving sigh escaped from your panting mouth, and you knelt down to let your tired legs take a small break. Your form must have been triggering to the point that two guards standing outside of the gates jogged up to you, kneeling down to your level.

“Are you okay?” one of them asked. Immediately, your head shot up and you spotted the unique headband wrapped around the man’s head. The leaf symbol engraved in it brought your attention directly to it, and you realized you weren’t dreaming after all. “I—Is this really the Hidden Leaf Village?” you asked, looking from one man to the other.

The one that asked you if you were okay had a white bandage wrapped around his face, sitting over the bridge of his nose and on his cheeks. Kotetsu’s thin eyes went from his partner in crime, Izumo, back to you when you mentioned the village’s name.

“Yes, it is. Let me help you inside,” Kotetsu replied, holding out a hand for you. A small, awkward laugh left your lips as you took hold of his hand, having him help you up and back on your own feet. You dusted off your pants and began to follow the two ninjas to the front gates.

Izumo knocked lightly against the gate, and the three of you waited for a response. After a few seconds, you didn’t see anything occurring, but the sudden opening of the gates spooked you. When you regained composure, you watched the gates open up, hitting the backs of the fence roughly due to their huge size.

“There are plenty of rooms available for you to stay in, but please enjoy your stay here,” Izumo said, motioning to the gorgeous village that lies past the gates. “Actually, is there any way I can see the Hokage?” you asked curiously, gripping the handles of your backpack.

Izumo looked past your shoulder to glance at Kotetsu who had his eyes wide. A regular person wouldn’t be able to get a meeting with the Hokage, but since you were a foreigner, you weren’t aware of the strict protection that was given to the head of the village.

“Uh… as of right now, I believe the Hokage is currently doing some work within the headquarters, but it is unlikely that a foreigner will be allowed into the building. We take our security very seriously here in the Hidden Leaf,” Izumo stated firmly, looking at your face. “Unlikely isn’t impossible, so I’ll take my chances! So you say he’s at the headquarters? Where might that be?” you questioned enthusiastically.

You stood on the tips of your toes for your measly attempt at trying to look over the tall, wooden buildings, figuring out which one was these so-called headquarters.

“The headquarter building is the largest in all of the Hidden Leaf, and it stands near the chiseled rock that has our previous leaders into it,” Kotetsu responded, walking up to Izumo, “I’m going to give you some luck because ever since the Hokage was given his new role, he hasn’t been up to talking to anybody except for his close co-workers and some of the jonins.”

Izumo elbowed Kotetsu in the stomach, forcing a groan out of the man and a firm glare shot in his direction. You turned to face the two bickering men, tilting your head in curiosity.

“You know we can’t let a random stranger up in the headquarters building, you idiot. Why are you giving her luck? It’s bad to lighten people’s hopes when you know they’ll be shot down, instantly. I literally can’t believe you, Kotetsu,” Izumo muttered, shaking his head with a hand on his forehead. “Hey! You and I both know that we are both equally likely to put support into someone we have just met… speaking of, what is your name?” Kotetsu added, looking back at you.

“Y/N! I come from a village not too far from here, but I’m not good with long distances,” you replied, nodding your head simultaneously. “This is Izumo, and I’m Kotetsu. Well, we’ll let you be, and again, good luck in getting to the Hokage,” Kotetsu said, bowing at you.

With a light wave directed to the two jonins, you turned once again and stepped foot across in the light mark in the sand, allowing you to walk into the Hidden Leaf Village.

“She’s not going to get in, I’m telling you,” Izumo muttered. He began to walk back to the open gate to prepare to close it. “And I’m telling you that she’s going to be someone interesting that will probably bring the Hokage out of the dumps. Did you see how attractive she was?” Kotetsu spat out, sighing happily.

“Hey, close these gates and stop thinking about that one random foreigner already.”

— — —

It shouldn’t have taken you as long as it should have, but because of the new environment, you just had to try some sweet foods and desserts along the way. You ended up eating some freshly made delectables from a sweet, old lady, and you enjoyed it very much.

Now, you looked right up at the brightly colored building, taking in its stunning appearance. For such a simple building, you felt empowered just standing there. You looked back down and in front of you, taking in a deep breath to help calm the stressful beating of your heart and the racing thoughts in your mind. Once you let out that breath, you began making your way to the building, taking small steps due to the anxious feeling continuing to spread all throughout your body.

Meanwhile, within the small office belonging to the Hokage, Itachi stood in front of one of the large windows that brought a beautiful sight of all the buildings in the Hidden Leaf Village. His eyes weren’t in their Sharingan state as they usually would be for every ticking second of everyday, and instead, his charcoal orbs stared at the glorious view. All of this… it was his to protect.

Ever since he was admitted into the position, Itachi hasn’t gotten many positive comments. It got to a certain point where he refused to talk to anyone because of how shaky he got afterwards. Being a child prodigy, Itachi was used to the overwhelming thoughts and feelings that came with a job to do, but negativity was a new thing for him. After the Uchiha massacre, he hadn’t, physically, looked back at the village for a good number of years, preventing his mind from ever comprehending just how hated he was back here.

The negativity has only continued to have gotten worse, and the effects of it were terrible to the point that Itachi rarely leaves his new office. He has tried to distract himself from all of the comments with the huge workload he’s been given, but some days, it’s not enough to shelter him from the outside world of hatred. Sometimes, Itachi even grew paranoid that something were to happen to him if he had ever stepped foot out of this safe building.

Itachi’s gaze was, suddenly, torn from the window upon the sounds of light bickering coming from the hallway just outside of his office. Thankfully, he was aware of who was coming to the office from the voices he’s hearing, so he didn’t have to let his paranoia get to him. The door opened, and once Itachi confirmed his assumption, he turned back to look out the window.

The bickering came to a complete silence when Naruto and Sasuke spotted Itachi with his back facing them. Sasuke stepped forward, stoic as usual, and spoke up, “Kotetsu and Izumo have informed us that there is a foreigner looking to meet with you. She’s making her way to the office as we speak.”

“I’m not accepting visitors,” Itachi responded in a quiet tone. His eyes trailed down to the sandy road in front of the building where he spotted your form heading towards the very building he stood in. You had the most eager looking smile on your face, prompting Itachi to squint his eyes very narrowly. Just as Sasuke and Naruto were going to head out and inform you of Itachi’s decision, Itachi uttered out, “Bring her up here as soon as she arrives.”

— — —

Confusingly, you looked around the interior of the building, finding no sign of anyone anywhere nearby. You thought that maybe all of the ninjas were currently out on a mission, but from what the guards spoke up, you surely thought there would have been some ninjas here to stand guard for the Hokage.

“I found her! Hi! My name is Uzumaki Naruto, what’s your name?” a sudden, cheery voice spoke from behind you. You yelped in shock and jumped forward, cautiously turning around to find a spiky, bright haired boy standing there with a big, toothy smile. His ocean blue eyes stared at yours, and soon he awkwardly chuckled. “My bad… I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized.

You joined in his awkward laughter with your own before a hard smack against the boy’s head forced you to stop.

“Don’t mind the idiot. We have orders to bring you to the Hokage,” a raven haired boy said whilst Naruto rubbed the back of his head. “Hey! What was that for, Sasuke?!” he shouted, glaring right at Sasuke.

“Come with us.”

Blatantly ignoring the yellow haired boy, Sasuke walked past you, and you followed behind him, cautiously of course. With Naruto on your tail, Sasuke led you up a set of stairs and down a long hallway before reaching a wooden door. You watched his calloused hand reach up to hit his knuckles against the door, creating a light knock.

“It’s open,” was heard from inside of the room behind the door.

A sudden chill ran down your spine at the cold mannered voice that was heard a moment ago, and all the anxious bubbles were forming once again, causing your heart to start beating rapidly. Sasuke opened the door a crack, enough to allow you inside of the room. Once you were inside, the door shut behind you, leaving you all alone with the man you were hoping to talk to.

Itachi stood in front of the window, continuing to stare down at the village below him. The inside of the room was only lit up by whatever sunlight was coming in from the windows, and it wasn’t enough as the darkness still consumed the room.

Clearing your throat, you stepped up to the desk and began to introduce yourself, “Um… I’m Y/N L/N… wow it’s such an honor to be standing here in front of you, Hokage, sir.”

Silence. Nothing… but silence remained in the room after your short introduction, and it brought up some anxious feelings to you.

“I—I was wondering… if you could take a couple of minutes out of your day to be interviewed. It’s for a project for my journalism class back home, but… i—if you aren’t up for it, I can come back later,” you stated.

Another couple of seconds of silence passed, alerting you that you should probably walk right out. As you turned on your heels and attempted to leave, you stopped at the sound of his deep voice resonating in the empty room, “Interview me? For what?”

You turned around once more, yet Itachi stood unmoved and continuously staring out the window.

“The assignment is to interview someone that you think highly of, and I couldn’t think of a person more suited than you would be, Hokage sir,” you replied. A small smile came to your lips as you thought about the man standing in front of you.

You came from a small village, and ever since you started learning the history of the other villages, you grew fascinated with the Hidden Leaf Village and slowly learned about the history of its founding. When you learned about an Uchiha being crowned as the Sixth Hokage, you were ecstatic, especially when you delve deeper into the history of the new leader. At first, it shocked you at how forgiving the higher ups must have been to allow Uchiha Itachi to become the next Hokage, but after reading more into the comments that some of his peers made about him, you knew the Hidden Leaf made the right decision.

“Do you even know me?” Itachi asked harshly, furrowing his brows as he turned to look at you. He walked behind his desk and showcased his blood red Sharingan in both of his eyes, making you shiver on the spot. “How can someone outside of the village think so highly of me? Don’t you know about everything I have done?” Itachi continued.

“Of course I do. I’ve read every book pertaining to the history of the Hidden Leaf Village, and I’ve delved into the newspapers talking about your past. However, I believe there is more to the story than what is being shown to the public, and I wanted to capture that in this documentary I am making about the Sixth Hokage,” you replied, beginning to dig into your backpack for a notepad and pencil.

“Impossible. Anybody knows that I am a mass murderer and a former member of the disastrous group, the Akatsuki. Nobody thinks of me in such a way that you are leading on. Everybody hates me for everything I did back then, and they will continue to hate me until I die,” Itachi muttered, taking a seat at his chair. He closed his frustrated and stressed eyes, leaning his head back at the pounding headache that was growing in his head. “Do yourself a favor, Miss L/N, and get out,” Itachi spat.

You stood there with your notepad and pencil in hand, staring at the stressed out Hokage sitting at his desk. After the adventure you took to make it to this village, you weren’t about to let this man ruin your day by kicking you out. However, it made you think about the words he spoke. You knew about the massacre of the Uchiha clan and the corporation that was the Akatsuki, and neither brought good feedback from the citizens of the Hidden Leaf Village. Yet, you knew deep down that you didn’t care about anything a person has done in the past, especially if they made up for whatever was wrong in the first place. It tore you apart that Itachi sat in his office, likely for days on end, thinking everyone hated him. You, for sure, did not hate him, one bit.

Taking a deep breath, you walked up to the man’s desk and sat down in one of the chairs positioned in front of the table, catching Itachi’s attention. His eyes were back to their normal, charcoal coloring, and his brows relaxed along with the rest of his face.

“Listen. I do not care about what you have thought about concerning everyone’s thinking about you. I do not hate you because I can understand where you were coming from at that moment in your life, and in simple terms, no one should care about your past because it is your past and you are willing to step away from it and create a new future for you and your village, right? Everybody you care about has forgiven you, as well I am sure, so who cares what anybody thinks of you? As long as you are dedicated to protecting this village from any harm that may come in the future, none of it should matter to you, especially some tiny comments made here and there,” you spoke in a powerful tone.

Itachi stared at you as he leaned back in his chair. He took all of the words you spoke and let them settle deep into his mind. It was the first time since his comeback to the village that anybody has ever spoken to him about the concerning issues he was handling. Seeing a total stranger speak of the same message made him rethink everything he has thought since the day he was brought into office.

You let the silence commence in the room, and you watched Itachi fiddle with whatever he could get his hands on to deal with all the powerful words that were thrown at him.

“When is your assignment due?” Itachi asked, looking over at a picture frame on his desk. “O—Oh… not for another week, I believe,” you replied, scratching the back of the head.

“Come back tomorrow morning. I need to process everything that’s been said, and I would really like some alone time if you don’t mind,” Itachi spoke softly, contrasting his earlier tone. You nodded your head and got up from your seat. As you made your way to the door to his office, you turned on your heels and smiled brightly before asking, “What’s your favorite treat? I’ll bring it tomorrow.”

Itachi chuckled a little and shook his head, looking up at you.

“That’s not necessary. Just come back in the morning.”

You nodded once more and exited the room, leaving the building with a smile on your face.

— — —

The next morning brought cheerful chirps from birds flying in the sky, flowers blooming beautifully in the grass, and the bright sun shining down onto the Hidden Leaf Village. Dressed in casual attire, you only brought along the necessary supplies you needed to conduct an interview, and despite being told not to, you stopped by a dango shop and purchased some of the delicious sweets.

You entered headquarters and spotted Naruto and Sasuke walking down the stairs where Naruto was constantly bugging Sasuke to train with him. You greeted them cheerfully and walked past them, not stopping to answer their questions about why you were here. The thought of interviewing the Hokage was above everything else, so you excitedly continued making your way to Itachi’s office.

Upon arriving at the door, you knocked lightly upon it, noticing it opening a little on its own. Peeking inside, you spotted Itachi sitting on the floor with his head resting against the wall behind him and his eyes pressed shut. Immediately, you entered the room and crouched down next to him, cautiously touching his arm.

“A—Are you okay?” you asked with a fearful tone in your voice. Itachi sighed and opened his eyes, finding himself looking up at the white ceiling. “Yes, I’m okay,” Itachi mumbled, sitting up and resting his back against the wall.

“Are you sure? You look exhausted, more than yesterday,” you mentioned, watching his face drop. “Sorry to concern you, but I am alright just stayed up later than usual thinking about everything you said,” Itachi replied, “Let’s get this interview started, shall we?”

He turned to look at you, smiling a soft smile which made you sigh a relieving sigh. Remembering the treats you brought, you held up a finger, bringing a confused look to Itachi. You dug in your small bag and pulled out a paper bag, reaching in to take out one of the dangos you bought earlier and holding it out for Itachi.

“No need to rush!” you exclaimed, “Let’s eat first.” Itachi chuckled quietly, and soon, the two of you were seated near his desk and eating the sweets whilst engaging in the interview. The entire time, Itachi kept his eyes on you, and there was a difference between the looks he was giving you and the ones he used to give to anybody who entered the building. He felt safe with you sitting there, and those looks were looks of admiration. Despite just knowing you for less than a day, Itachi knew you had a positive effect on him, and he was quite growing attached, quickly.

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