#but they assume you simply MUST be secretly

[batsinurbelfrey]

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#I hate when someone you really care for decides your friendship is over For You #because of a perceived wrong on their end that you would never hold against them #but they assume you simply MUST be secretly #its such a self sabotage and it hurts BOTH parties and yet theres nothing the other person can do because you took that choice from them #i want to stay by your side. YOU want me by your side! and YET...... #i miss her. we are BOTH disabled i never had and never WILL hold flaking on plans for health reasons against her #yet every time she had to i could tell there was such GUILT and FEAR no matter WHAT i said to try to dispell it #that i really understood and that her health is ALWAYS more important and that i'll be here whenever shes ready #she had to cancel on me a few months ago again. and she hasnt answered a single call or text from me since... #and i can just......Feel It..... #i hope she lets me back in some day. i care for her so deeply #and i miss her.

[augustinewrites]

your little flower stall is strategically set up a few feet from one of the trendiest restaurants in this area of tokyo. 

it’s a smart spot, one that men like reo can appreciate when he’s already ten minutes late for his date. he’d quite literally just left work, a last minute meeting having forced him to get ready in the back of his car in his haste to arrive somewhat on time. his shirt is untucked and his pants are wrinkled from being left in the trunk for so long.

he winces when he catches his reflection in a window, running a hand through his unkempt hair in a poor attempt to fix it. he definitely can’t show up empty handed when he’s late and looking like this. 

“good evening,” he greets, a little breathless as he approaches your stall. his eyes scan the bouquets available, looking for any safe picks and frowning when he realizes you’re out of roses. so he shrugs and picks up whatever’s closest. some kind of yellow flower.

“yellow carnations?” you murmur as he digs into his pocket for his wallet, prompting him to glance up at you. “an odd choice.”

“how do you mean?”

“it’s an unusual choice for a date, is all.” 

he raises his brows. “how do you know they’re for a date?”

“oh, come on,” you grin, leaning against the counter. “a handsome guy like you doesn’t have someone to buy flowers for?”

he knows it’s probably just a marketing pitch, but his ego swells nonetheless. “handsome, huh?” 

you simply shrug - tease - and place the carnations back into their bucket to grab a different bouquet. you cut a strip of white ribbon from its spool, winding it around the stems. “go with these instead. if your date knows anything about flowers, these will definitely get you laid.”

reo actually laughs at that, as he strongly doubts the wannabe influencer he’d been set up with knows much about the meanings of flowers, but he’ll take your word for it. he hands you his card, not-so-secretly hoping that you’d caught a glimpse of his name on its surface before you swiped it through your machine.

when you return it to him, he pulls a handful of bills out of his wallet and stuffs them into your tip jar.

“oh,” you start. “that’s too much–” 

he flashes you a smile that’s been called ‘swoon-worthy’ before, waving you off as he tucks his wallet back into his pocket. “don’t worry about it! you’re saving my life here.” 

“your sex life, you mean?” you quip, but your eyes sparkle at his praise as you hand him the bouquet. “well, thank you for your patronage, sir.” 

he quickly dips his head in thanks, a little reluctant as he heads towards the restaurant. 

_____

monday mornings aren’t especially busy for you, as bleary eyed office workers don’t have much need for flowers. 

which is why you’re surprised when the man from last friday starts approaching your stall, holding a cup of what you assume must be coffee. he doesn’t quite look like you remember, from the impeccable cut of his suit to the way his hair is neatly pulled back. he’s even wearing aviators that you’re sure would look ridiculous on anyone else, but for some reason make him look like a movie star. 

he pulls them off with his free hand and hangs them off the pocket of his bag, waving at you like you’re old friends. he looks so earnest and excited that you can’t do much else than blush and raise your hand in response. 

“morning,” he greets once you’re close enough to hear. “this is for you. for last friday. i wasn’t sure what you’d like so i just got their special.” 

he holds out the cup, whose logo you now recognize from the overpriced cafe down the street. you take it, smiling. “i take it your date went well then?”

he tucks his hands into the pockets of his trousers, shrugging. “sure.” 

“did you come to buy her more flowers?”

“ah…i don’t think i’ll see her again.” 

you perk up at that. just a little. “oh?” 

“yeah,” he sighs, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “i, uh, kinda wanna see where things go with someone else.” 

oh, of course there’s someone else. a guy like him probably never has a shortage of options. (and who are you not to capitalise on that?) “maybe some flowers will help.” 

you think there’s something mischievous in his smile. “definitely. what do you recommend?”

_____

reo is running out of places to put his flowers. 

they’re all over his office. they line the entirety of his windowsill and take over the free space on his desk. a small clump of white daisies in an old coffee mug. a single rose in his pen cup. his assistant has to crane her head around a vase of lilies to deliver her reports at the end of each day. 

what can he say? you’re one hell of a salesperson. if anyone had asked him what his favourite flower was before, he’d have no idea what to tell them. in truth, he’d never given much thought to something so impermanent as flowers.  

but you easily become a permanent part of his routine. each day he stops at your stall, utilising the information he’d gathered from the internet just moments before to impress you with an educated floral choice. 

you always smile when you hand him the bouquet, and he wonders how your product isn’t sold out at the end of each day, with a smile as enamouring as yours. 

when his office is overrun by floral accents, he starts bringing them home instead. his neighbours gush about what a great boyfriend he is each time they catch him returning with a new arrangement. they say that whoever he’s coming home to must be a ‘very special someone.’

they don’t know that it’s just nagi, who barely looks up from whatever game he’s playing but comments mildly that he didn’t think reo was a flower guy. 

“everyone’s a flower guy,” he’d quipped as he unwrapped the brand new vase he’d bought to accompany the bouquet of peonies and anemones you’d given him. 

and if nagi noticed he’d come home blushing the day you called him your most important customer, he didn’t say anything.

_____

“hey,” he asks on a particularly slow sunday afternoon. you’re in the process of wrapping - by his request - a bundle of lilacs, which happen to be your favourite flower. “come to lunch with me. i can get us a table—” he points to the restaurant behind you. “—there.” 

you don’t answer right away, allowing yourself a moment to make sure you’ve heard him right. “what would your girlfriend think?”

he looks confused as you hold the lilacs out to him. “girlfriend?”

“yeah…isn’t she the one you’ve been buying all these flowers for?”

he blinks a few times before hanging his head with a chuckle. “no i— i don’t have a girlfriend.”

he doesn’t have a girlfriend. so that would mean…

“you’re asking me out,” you realize, averting your gaze to the counter with all the awkwardness of a kid receiving their first valentine. “i’d love to, but i can’t just close—”

“what would you make in a day?” he blurts. “ideally.” 

“well, ideally i’d be sold out—”

he flips his wallet open and hands you his card. “i’ll take everything then.”

“everything?” you echo. 

he shrugs, shooting you a wink. “what can i say? i’m a flower guy.”

“reo,” you laugh, pushing his card back towards him. “i’m not going to let you pay me to go out with you. just go grab some takeout and come back here. a pretty face like yours is bound to sell.” 

“you’re whoring me out for business?” 

“i’m just being entrepreneurial,” you counter. 

he crosses his arms over his chest, a handsome grin on his face. “alright, but i’ll need to be compensated for my efforts. maybe even with a kiss…”

you roll your eyes (albeit with a smile) as you point at the restaurant. “at least buy me lunch first.”

#reo x reader #they get married and open a flower shop #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage x you #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff

[anthurak]

So one of the amusing realizations I had watching Unhappy Campers is that while I love Helluva Boss as a whole and had a great time with this episode (great to finally see some Millie development and see how her and Moxxie deal with conflict), when it comes to deep-dive analysis and theory-crafting I’m pretty much only interested in talking about Loona and Octavia

And wouldn’t you know it, despite spending the whole episode napping in the I.M.P. boardroom and possibly doing some dry-erase graffiti, I still managed to find something that has some pretty interesting implications for our favorite Goth Wolf.

See, the big world-building development this episode is giving us our first look at the ‘Asmodean Crystals’ that were first alluded to in the season premiere, which allow travel between Hell and Earth and seem to be the standard way that demons are able to conduct business on Earth.

However, in addition to portaling to Earth, we learn in this episode that Asmodean Crystals also allow the demons wearing them to assume a human disguise. Definitely a useful ability, and also has some fun implications going forward; namely that if/when I.M.P. starts using an Asmoadean Crystal of their own (as hinted by Stolas’s research), we’ll probably get to see full-on human disguises/designs for Blitzo, Moxxie and Millie XD

However, what I find particularly intriguing about this reveal goes back to the first time we saw demons using human disguises; Spring Broken.

In hindsight, it’s pretty easy to guess that Verosika and her crew used one or more Asmoadean Crystals to get to Earth and back to Hell in this episode. What I’m curious about is whether the same is true of their disguises? Ergo, are Verosika, Vortex and the rest of her succubi/incubi crew able to assume human disguises on their own, or were those disguises simply created by the crystal(s) they were using? And if it’s the second option, then that has some VERY INTERESTING implications.

Because guess who has been shown taking a human disguise WITHOUT the use of an Asmoadean Crystal?

Yep. Loona.

Really, if it turns out that most demons have to use external means/devices to take on a human disguise, then Loona being able to disguise herself all on her own starts feeling VERY significant.

I mean, consider the fact that the only other demon we’ve seen specifically assume a human disguise all on their own is STOLAS. Heck, given how she doesn’t use one, it seems like not even Octavia can do it.

In hindsight, the way Loona gets a flashy transformation sequence alongside Stolas may have been a way of conveying that this is actually some pretty high-level shit Loona is pulling off.

As to where Loona may have picked up this ability? Well, reading between the lines we kind of have to assume that Loona must have taught herself how to use the Goetic Grimoire with little-to-no outside help (it’s hard to imagine Stolas giving her lessons) to the point where she knows how to use it better than even Octavia. So who’s to say she hasn’t picked up a few other tricks from that book as well...?

Basically, this is all giving yet more hints that Loona secretly has a serious talent for magic, and I think that could lead to some very FUN developments/twists down the line.

#helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss analysis #helluva boss theory #Loona #helluva loona #Stolas #helluva stolas #asmodean crystals #rambling about a character who didn't even speak in the newest episode XD #realizing that i'm pretty much only interested in talking about loona and octavia lol

[fetusharryluvr]

knight in shining armour

in which a single mother moves in three doors down from harry, and her two year-old finds herself outside his flat…

Harry fumbled with the keys after locking the front door to his flat, shoving them into his pocket. Whilst humming some random tune that, if you asked him where he’d heard it, he wouldn’t be able to tell you, he turned around, stopping in his tracks when he was met with a strange sight. A little girl standing all alone in the hallway. Well, ‘little girl’ may be a bit of an overstatement, she couldn’t have been any older than two.

He crouched down so he was more at her level, giving her a warm smile, “Hello, little lady.”

The 2ft child sniffled, rubbing her nose with one hand and giving Harry a small wave with the other.

“Where’s your mummy, love? She must be worried sick.” He felt a bit silly asking her, nor did he expect her to tell him, but what else do you ask a toddler wondering about on their own?

She pouted. Her little lip started to quiver, and she looked up at the man with sad, puppy dog eyes.

“Hey, it’s alright.” He soothed. He stretched out his tattooed arms, picking up the girl and propping her up on his side. “It’s okay, bubs, we’re gonna find your mummy.”

He carried her around, trying to work out where she could have possibly come from. The little light bulb inside his head lit up when saw the door to flat 106 was slightly open. Despite that, Harry didn’t want to intrude into your home, so he lightly knocked three times.

It took a couple of minutes for you to open the door, and when you did, your face fell, eyes widening at the sight of your daughter in the arms of a stranger.

Harry could clearly see how worried and confused you were, which why he was quick to jump in and explain. “She was wandering outside my flat. I saw your door was open and I assumed she’d gotten out. Uh, I live three doors down - flat 109.”

“Oh my god,” Your voice was shaky, as if you were on the verge of tears. The brunette loosened his grip on the toddler, allowing you to take her from him and hug her tightly, her little arms wrapping around your neck. “I’m so sorry. I was too focused on the washing up— I must’ve left the door open— I didn’t realise she got out.”

Harry simply nodded his head and smiled. He didn’t quite understand why you were apologising to him. You had nothing to apologise to him for. “She’s adorable.” He stated, unable to pull his eyes away from the little angel.

Just as intended, his words brought a bright beam to your face. “Well, I definitely think so, but I suppose I’m biased.”

“I’m Harry, by the way.”

“Y/N.” You informed him. “An’ this is Noelle.”

Now he could see the both of you side-by-side, Harry realised just how similar you and Noelle looked. She was like a mini you, and, my god, you were gorgeous.

“Do you wanna come in for a coffee?” You offered, “As a thank you.”

“Yeah, I’d love to.” He smiled, and you were secretly relieved. You couldn’t thank him enough.

Harry followed you inside, shutting the front door behind him. He looked around in reverence. For such a small flat, you kept it unbelievably tidy, especially considering you were the mother of a toddler. The rug by the sofa was spotless, with a plastic container full of toys in the corner of the room, and a rather empty bookshelf in the other corner - which consisted of a small collection of Paddington Bear books stacked in alphabetical order, and a couple of true crime novels.

“You’ve got a lovely place.” He observed.

“Thank you. It’s not ideal, but it’s got the extra room for Elle.”

Whilst you hovered around the kitchen counter to make coffee, Harry sat himself down at the table, making faces at the little girl in the high chair opposite him. “Have you lived here long?” He asks, “‘S just I haven’t seen you around before.”

You grabbed two mugs out from the cupboard, “We moved in two weeks ago. The rent on my old place was gettin’ too expensive. Plus, Elle was getting too big to be sharing a room with me.” You heard her laughing, prompting you to turn around. Harry was playing a game of peek-a-boo with her, causing her little lips to turn up in a wide smile. “She likes you.”

“Yeah?” He peers over his shoulder at you with an endearing grin.

“Yeah.” You nod, returning the expression. “She’s normally not great with strangers, but that’s probably the most I’ve seen her smile in a long time.”

He turned back around, continuing his string of goofy faces. “Well, she’s got a beautiful smile. Just like her mum.”

You bent down and opened the door to the fridge, hissing out a quick, “Shit.” Under your breath.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked, concerned.

“We’re out of milk. I’m so sorry.” You sighed, rubbing your temple. It was clear in your tone that you were embarrassed.

Much to your surprise, Harry wasn’t mad. Far from it, in fact. “It’s okay.” He softly assured you.

You shook your head, beginning to feel another headache coming on, something that tended to happen when you didn’t get enough sleep. “No. No, it’s not. I should’ve checked— I could’ve sworn I had at least half the carton left—”

“Y/N.” Harry calmly cut you off, “Really, it’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“I’ll pay you back somehow.” You assured him. “I promise.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.” You nodded, not wanting to take no for an answer. “I can’t thank you enough for bringing her back, I dread to think what would’ve happened if—” You couldn’t finish the sentence, but the look on Harry’s face told you that you didn’t need to. “You’re our knight in shining armour.”

You visibly cringed the second the words left your mouth, “Sorry,” you laughed. “Been reading too many fairytale stories.”

His cheeks flushed red. “No, I like it.” He breathed out a chuckle, whilst Noelle wrapped her hand around his forefinger. “I’m always happy to help a little damsel in distress.”

#harry styles #x reader #harry blurb #harry oneshot #harry styles au #harry styles concept #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles oneshot #harry styles x reader #x y/n #harry styles blurb #one direction #drabble #harry drabble #harry styles fandom #harry styles x yn #dadrry #dad!harry #dad!harry x reader #harry one shot #knight in shining armor

[myslvtwritings]

could you do headcanons of how muzan, kokushibo, and enmu would act when jealous? Tysm in advance if you do end up taking my request :))

yes! i like this idea. and ur welcome:))

��� How Muzan, Kokushibo and Enmu act when they get jealous!

➤ Sfw headcanons (not proof read)

including: Muzan, Kokushibo, Enmu.

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warnings: none.

Muzan

Jealousy scale: 10/10.

I lied, it’s 10000000000/10

Come on, don’t be surprised.

You belong to him, no one else.

On top of burning jealousy this man is POSSESSIVE too.

Now, you have QUITE the ✨looks✨

So the chances of a man or a woman approaching you, attempting to initiate small talk or simply flirt are high.

And that right there of course makes Muzan uncomfortable. Absolutely hates it when anyone approaches you but he knows he can’t cause a scene like that knowing you’d be against it.

You can tell because he shoots that person the DEATH stare, wraps his arm protectively around your waist and just stares down at said person hitting you up.

Has the undying urge to murder them, literally has to physically restrain himself from punching their head off.

One day.. ONE DAY, he’ll give into his intrusive thoughts though the next time someone dares to flirt with him.

You’re a loyal S/O so you obviously reject them.

This deeply satisfies Muzan.

Like hell yeah, reject that worthless piece of scum!

The last thing the person sees is him cracking a sinister smile at them.

What you don’t know is that when you’re asleep he actually tracks them, hunts them down, and kills them.

Muzan can’t really help himself. These are his instincts, demon nature, ya know?

Kokushibo

His jealousy scale is similar to Muzans.

I mean, come on, this man become a demon because of his jealousy.

So yeah, he is a jealousy prick.

He’s more jealous than possessive though.

He knows his S/O has a charming and attractive personality with the looks that kill.

Kokushibo isn’t a big fan of going out to public places. But you can’t really blame him, his demonic form is clearly visible. Six eyed freak.

So, other humans aren’t usually flirting with you, in the beginning, he initially thought this was a problem he wouldn’t ever have to worry about considering he’s always around you, plus you never go out that much.

However, on those days you do go out, leaving your boyfriend behind for a few hours. You return back to y’all’s home later that night to inform him about the stranger that flirted with you.

Of course, he gets jealous, no surprises here.

You notice a rapid change in his body language.

It’s quite difficult to wrap your finger around what’s going on through that head of his.

Kokushibo rarely expresses his emotions after all.

He must remain menacing and put on that whole “emotionless” act.

If you assumed he only became jealous.. well, you thought wrong. I like to think Kokushibo would also feel insecure:(

Refuses to admit it, but you love him so you can tell right away that he’s feeling both insecure and jealous.

Koku knows you love and care for him greatly but there is always a dark thought looming in the back of his head, telling himself that you secretly don’t love him and are going to abandon him for someone else.

He lowkey thinks that he isn’t good enough for your love and affection.

He’s so complicated because he doesn’t express it. Instead he handles this jealousy and anger by killing whoever tried to take you from him.

Kokushibo is aware you’re against it but he couldn’t care less. He cannot risk losing you.

Another problem he suffers from is whenever you attend the uppermoon meetings.

So, in this situation, let’s say you’re a demon.

Higher ranked or lower, you still attend those meetings with him.

No one usually bothers you two APART FROM DOUMA.

Bro will not hesitate to rizz you up right in front of kokushibo.

“Woah! Hey, there, Y/N-chan. You look quite beautiful today!~”

Douma you fucked up BIG time.

Gets decapitated for staring at you 😍😍

Not only Douma receives the message but so does every uppermoon.

Enmu

The picture i used above is his facial expression whenever he catches someone that isn’t him tryna hit on you.

Okay, so out of all the other demons, Enmu is the least jealous but he still gets jealous if you catch my drift.

Jealousy scale?? maybe a solid 8/10 or 7/10??

Mostly becomes jealous when other demons flirt with you. Not really humans because he can easily just kill them!!

Feels VERY threatened when a higher ranking demon flirts with you.

I mean, he has the urge to fight them because you belong to him but he knows he’ll get his ass kicked.

If it was a lower demon flirting with you then Enmu would kill them. No questions asked.

Is ALWAYS touching you.

Touches you even more when someone flirts with you.

Like he either has his arm wrapped around your waist or he’s holding your hand TIGHTLY.

Just wears a fake smile when some demon or human is being a little too friendly towards you.

Enmu is reluctant when it comes to even letting you out by yourself. he’s lowkey paranoid someone will try to steal you from him so he’s always attached to your hip.

During the times he isn’t present he will find out if anyone ever upset you, talked to you, flirted with you, etc.

Even if you don’t tell him, he’ll find out and downright TORTURE them if they’re a human.

Honestly, it really depends on how he’s feeling.

His jealousy scale changes on how he is feeling.

If he’s in a rather good mood that day then he’ll leave it be if you ask nicely.

But be wary of the days he’s in a bad mood. Enmu will show zero mercy.

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[futurehunt]

"You're not the person I want to explain myself to." -Eris Vanserra and his hidden motives

The story of Eris Vanserra haunts me. At this point, most of the characters in ACOTAR are an open book in terms of their backgrounds but Eris's is still so shrouded in mystery and I have to know more. Consider this the inspiration for my following lengthy analysis of all the Eris Vanserra scenes we've been given. Additional inspiration being this clip of SJM from a since deleted live stream on Instagram (still available on YouTube) :

Love that SJM says that Eris is her favorite Autumn Court character but more importantly she spills a little detail about Eris having a secret history and a secret motivation behind his character. I think most readers assumed by now that Eris is primed for a redemption arc but this simply could've been reserved to him making amends for leaving Mor injured in the woods. No, this is something more than that- something significant that affected his actions back then and is still influencing them now.

Let's start breaking everything down:

Everything starts with: Eris found and left Mor in the woods at the Autumn Court border after she was tortured dumped there by her father, Keir.

Why did he do this?

“I knew why you did it... So I gave you your freedom, ending the betrothal in no uncertain terms" - Eris in ACOWAR

After Mor slept with Cassian, Eris knew Mor did it because she wanted out of the engagement (for a secret reason- on her end- that we'll touch on in a bit) so he ended the betrothal as she wished.

But why did Eris leave her there, injured with fatal wounds? This is still the biggest point of hostility between him and the IC.

"There were forces at work that you have never considered," Eris said coldly. "And I am not going to waste my breath explaining them to you. Believe what you want about me" - ACOWAR

What are these forces?

We're given an answer to this question during a scene in ACOFAS when Mor is recalling the memory of that day at the Autumn Court border.

“No one touches her,” he said. Eris. “The moment we do, she’s our responsibility.” Cold, unfeeling words. “But—but they nailed a—” “No one touches her.” - ACOFAS

If Eris or his men provided aid to Mor she would've become their responsibility, implying that she would've become a ward of the Autumn Court essentially. This is probably why Keir even dumped her on the border in the first place, because he knew that if the Autumn Court provided her aid they would have to assume responsibility for her. It was created as a lose-lose situation for Mor: get help from Eris and be trapped at the Autumn Court or be refused help and left to suffer and potentially die in the woods.

“I take it you do not wish to live here, Morrigan.” She would rather die here, bleed out here. She would rather die and return—return as something wicked and cruel, and shred them all apart. He must have read it in her eyes. A small smile curved his lips. “I thought so.” -ACOFAS

He knew she'd rather die than live there so he acted according to her wishes, even though it was done cruelly. This scene, which we're given from Mor's perspective, shows that she heard the true reason why Eris refused to provide her aid but because of the trauma of the whole situation she likely never put two and two together.

But the situation is a bit more complex than that. There is more to the reason that Eris left her in the woods to have her freedom.

“Eris nodded to where Mor watched them from beside Feyre and Rhys, her face neutral and aloof. “She knows the truth but has never revealed it." “Why?” “Because she is afraid of it.” - ACOSF; dance scene between Nesta and Eris

Eris knows something about Mor that she's afraid to reveal. What's the only fact we know about Mor that she's been hiding her entire life? That she's queer. It seems somehow Eris was aware of this.

“Eris looked between them, smiling faintly. Secretly. As if he knew something that Azriel didn’t. "I knew why you did it" Again that secret smile that had Mor shrinking." -ACOWAR

Later on in ACOWAR, we find out the big secret Mor is hiding is that she's romantically attracted to females. Alright, so somehow Eris knew Mor was queer back when they were betrothed. It seems that this was part of the reason he left her to her freedom.

Despite the cruel nature he's described to have, Eris keeps the knowledge that Mor is queer to himself. Eris left Mor in the woods because he knew she wanted her freedom and the reason she wanted her freedom was because she is queer. Out of some uncharacteristic kindness, Eris won't share this information with the rest of the IC because he seems to not want to out her because he knows she's afraid of the truth. Refer to the quote between Eris and Nesta above for proof of this.

But what are Eris's own secret motivations in all of this?

“So I gave you your freedom, ending the betrothal in no uncertain terms.”

“And what happened next,” Azriel growled.

A shadow crossed Eris’s face. “There are few things I regret. That is one of them. But … perhaps one day, now that we are allies, I shall tell you why. What it cost me.”

This is such an important line and one that if you don't dissect it properly, you won't understand it's real meaning.

"What it cost me". The cost that Eris is referring to is one that he suffered as a result of leaving Mor unaided in the woods. NOT from breaking the engagement, from leaving her. "The cost" is something that would've been unaffected by breaking the engagement (because Eris has no remorse over that) but affected by abandoning an injured Mor (because this is what Eris labels as one of the few things he regrets). Mor being left in the woods was, in the grand scheme of things, inconsequential for the rest of Prythian. The only people negatively affected by it were Mor and the rest of the IC.

"Perhaps one day... I shall tell you why" when Eris says this, he means: perhaps one day he'll them why he regrets it, NOT why he did it. It's important to read this quote in the context of its surrounding passages because you'll see that he had an opportunity to explain why he left her but he instead tells Mor he's not going to "waste his breath explaining it to her."

So after breaking down those lines we know: Eris regrets abandoning Mor because of something it cost him in relation to the IC now hating him after the events at the border but "the cost" is something he's hesitant to reveal to them.

For the sake of the analysis, let's go over a few things we know Eris does canonically care about and why they are not the cost he's referring to:

His father's throne: It's not secret that Eris wants to usurp his father. Feyre even notes how startled she was to hear Eris discuss killing his father so blatantly. Also, if the marriage to Mor would've aided Eris in taking the throne then Eris would've expressed remorse at ending the engagement but he didn't. He only regretted leaving her injured.

His mother, Lady of Autumn: The text shows us that Eris is concerned over the welfare of this mother when he angles his body to protect her during the High Lord meeting scene. However at the time of Eris's betrothal to Mor, his mother wasn't miserable in her marriage the way she's described now. It wasn't until LoA's affair with Helion was revealed, which happened decades after the Eris and Mor situation, that Beron began abusing his wife. Of course, Eris undoubtedly wants his father dead because of this but we know it's not "the cost" that Eris references since it wasn't a factor at the time.

“Helion shrugged. “On and off for decades. Until Beron found out. They say the lady was all brightness and smiles before that. And after Beron was through with her. You saw what she is.” “What did he do to her?” “The same things he does now.” Helion waved a hand. “Belittle her, leave bruises where no one but him will see them.” - ACOWAR

Lucien: Eris has a soft spot for Lucien but he wasn't born for decades after everything happened so he can't be a factor in why Eris regrets his actions.

His father tortures him: It's revealed at the end of ACOSF that Beron tortures Eris after Cassian realizes Eris is injured after returning back from Autumn. We're not told how long it's been occurring and Eris is extremely reluctant to speak on the matter. However, if this was the big secret Eris has been hiding there'd be a bit more emphasis placed on the reveal. In fact, Cassian pushes him again after that to tell him the true reason he left Mor on the border (keep in mind Cassian doesn't know Mor is queer and Eris is refusing to reveal that information to others) and asks Eris for the real reason he's back the Night Court trying to make amends.

Why is Eris back at the Night Court after everything that happened, pushing so hard to build an alliance?

When pushed for the truth, Eris tells Cassian:

"You're not the person I want to explain myself to" - ACOSF

Cassian assumes Eris means Mor and tells him she won't want to hear his explanations anyway. But is Mor really the person Eris was referencing. I think not, given we've been given these lines:

Eris nodded to where Mor watched them from beside Feyre and Rhys, her face neutral and aloof. “She knows the truth but has never revealed it." -ACOSF

"There were forces at work that you have never considered," Eris said coldly. "And I am not going to waste my breath explaining them to you. Believe what you want about me"- ACOWAR

Eris says that Mor already knows the truth and has explicitly said he doesn't care what she thinks about him. He has nothing to explain to her. And aside from those two facts, which already make it clear enough that Mor is not the person Eris meant, what more would Eris gain from speaking to Mor? Assuaging his guilt? That could be a reasonable explanation if it weren't for Cassian already asking Eris if guilt is what was motivating him, Cassian realizing it's not and pushing for Eris to "give me a damn answer".

"You're not the person I want to explain myself to"

So, who in the IC does Eris want to explain himself to?

Mor? No, for reasons stated above

Cassian? No, they're speaking in that scene and if Cassian were the person then Eris wouldn't have said that

Feyre? Nesta? Elain? Weren't alive so aren't applicable

Lucien? Wasn't alive during the incident and is thus unaffected

Rhysand? We're told in ACOSF (Chapter 7) that Eris already has Rhysand's trust and allyship

Amren? I guess I can't necessarily eliminate Amren as the person Eris wants to explain himself to but let's be real, it's not her.

Azriel? Hmm....The person who arguably hates Eris more than even Mor herself. Who has such a burning passionate rage towards Eris that he attacked him during a High Lord meeting, yet also dropped everything to fly to the Continent to save Eris when he was abducted by Koschei.

Conclusion and remaining questions

Let's put everything together:

Eris is back at the Night Court attempting to smooth things over, make amends, and build an allyship. On the surface, we're told it's all because he wants the throne. But what we now know from SJM (in her interview) and our textual analysis is that Eris paid a big, deeply personal price due to the fall out of leaving Mor injured at the Autumn Court border. This cost was directly tied to the IC's perception of him. Eris lost something or the chance at something when the Night Court began to hate him. So he's back, 500-ish years later, attempting to make amends because of the same problem that plagued him all those centuries ago. We also know there's only one person he's interested in explaining himself to- and that person interestingly seems to be Azriel. Why would Eris want to explain himself to Azriel? Why go to these lengths to make amends with him? Was "the cost" Eris paid 500 years ago tied to Azriel?Is this all tied to Eris's "secret history and secret motivations" that SJM referenced? Crack theory time: What if Eris and Azriel are mates? If they are, it would seem maybe Eris knows about it but Azriel isn't consciously aware? It could explain Azriel's extreme and passionate reactions to Eris. What if when Eris became an enemy of the Night Court he lost his chance at having a connection to his mate. It would also explain why Eris is so tight lipped about his secret motivations. We know that Beron tortures Eris as he is now, imagine what he would do to Eris if he found out he was queer. If Eris is queer it would also explain his empathy to Mor and his reluctance to tell her truth to other people. This could also explain why Azriel is the one person Eris wants to explain himself to, because Azriel is the only person whose opinion he cares about. AND this would also provide an answer to the great "Azriel mate debate". I know Gwynriel is a popular theory but the text has not given us any indication that they are (yes, bonus chapter included) and Azriel had never displayed any mate-like behavior around her. Eris and Azriel also provide interesting foils to one another: flame and shadow- which is a theme that's mentioned in both of SJM's other series. We also know how much SJM loves her enemies to lovers.

"There was an icy rage in Azriel I'd never been able to thaw" -Rhysand in ACOMAF

Azriel is routinely described as icy and frozen, physically and emotionally. What better to thaw ice than fire!

If you read this far- thank you and ily.

Feel free to let me know if you have any critiques to my reasoning!

#acotar #acosf #acowar #acotar theories #eris vanserra #eris apologist #azriel #azris supremacy #azris #azris theories #cassian #morrigan #sarah j maas #sjmaas #sjm #acofas #what was the cost #the cost!! #what is he hiding

[defectivegembrain]

We can't hear you you're so quiet! Of course everyone likes quiet people they are a pleasure to have in class except you are too quiet! You must simply be shy you just need confidence and then you will be the normal level of quiet nobody would be that quiet naturally, you say your problem is with knowing when to speak but I'm going to assume you secretly mean you're just anxious about it! I'm going to look at everyone but you and it's your fault you made yourself an unperson when you were too quiet! It's rude and of course he yells at you how dare you take time to process? She doesn't have insight into her emotions! Ohh look she speaks lol! Oh wow you spoke that's so brave and inspirational of you! No I'm not going to read what you wrote you have to say it out loud! Speak up!

#rambling #actuallyautistic #ableism

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Hey, you're taking requests, right? What would the Saiki characters' reactions be when the new male student didn't care about teruhashi and called him ugly?

Saiki K Characters when you aren’t affected by Teruhashi

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Male Reader

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Kusuo Saiki

Someone else that doesn’t care about Teruhashi? Befriended immediately

He loves talking w you, you both see eye to eye on many things specifically y’all’s dislike for Teruhashi

He genuinely enjoys spending time with you. Since you’re new, he’ll show you around the school, the city, etc

You both talk shit about Teruhashi and how overrated she is

Y’all hang out often :)

Kokomi Teruhashi

What!? Someone else who isn’t affected by her charm?!

It must be because you’re new, that’s it!! You’re so focused on the new environment that you don’t notice her

She cannot accept that you aren’t all over her like everyone else

Despite you having multiple normal conversations with her - even deliberately ignoring her a few times

She basically treats you how she treats Saiki

She annoys the hell outta both of y’all

New crush for her ig

Good luck 😭👍🏾

Aren Kuboyasu

Okay, so ima start this off with that I personally feel like Teruhashi isn’t his type

I feel like Aren acknowledges that she’s pretty, but he personally isn’t head over heels for her or anything despite it being cannon that he is

So, he understands

Y’all are chill and will sometimes talk about your personal types, sometimes even joking about it being Teruhashi

Kineshi Hairo

I feel like Hairo isn’t downbad for Teruhashi, but more of has a small respect/admiration crush on her

He respects your opinion and understand that people have different types

He’s a bit confused since practically everyone has a crush on Teruhashi, but oh well. It’s your business, not his

Aiura Mikoto

Whaaat?! That’s crazy!

I feel like even Aiura has a small crush on Teruhashi, or at least knows that she’s hella attractive

She’s a bit surprised, but chill about it

Maybe you’re a psychic like Saiki - since he’s the only other guy that isn’t attracted to Teruhashi

Chisato Mera

Doesn’t care

You like who you like

…Yeah, that’s it 🤷🏾‍♂️

Riki Nendō

He doesn’t really care

You like who you like, and you don’t who you don’t

I feel like he’s also just too stupid to really care about anyone else’s romantic attractions 💀

Chiyo Yumehara

She doesn’t get it-

Teruhashi is absolutely beautiful, how could someone not be attracted to her?!

She automatically assumes you’re gay because that’s the only possible explanation

I feel like she absolutely admires Teruhashi, so she takes personal offense to it 💀

Shun Kaido

How dare you?!

Kaido thinks you’re a bit rude and stuck up because who doesn’t simp for Teruhashi?

At first he thinks that you see yourself as someone who’s too good for Teruhashi

After you explain that she’s simply not your type, he understand he personally doesn’t get it though because she’s an absolute angle in his eyes

He secretly thinks that you’re with the Dark Reunion or smth

#x reader #saiki k #kusuo saiki #saiki k headcanons #dlosk #disastrous life of saiki k #saiki kusuo #kokomi teruhashi #aren kuboyasu #hairo kineshi #aiura mikoto #mera chisato #riki nendou #chiyo yumehara #shun kaidō

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Post 1.6 SVE spoilers - aka the 'Lance wtf is wrong with you?' update

Didn't play with the new update(s) yet but I peeked at the files and the changelogs and there are a few really funny things in there.

But first, Marlon:

These are the exact opposite of each other. It looks like Marlon was secretly trying to get the farmer killed.

Marlon: "The Skull Cavern is dangerous for an inexperienced adventurer such as yourself. Here's something that will keep you safe." *gives the farmer something that attracts even more monsters*

But if you thought Marlon and Qi are the only oddly violent characters in the newest updates you're wrong. You can add Lance to the list too! And this time it's not a bug :D

Lance, wtf? This is a friendly competition, there are children participating! Fighting over the eggs won't even help you win, you would just waste you limited time! Lance, what are you doing? 😭

If Lace is willing to fistfight children over a meaningless contest like the egg hunt (or better, willing to threaten children with a sword in front of their parents), how competitive does he get in a serious one? We all assume Lance would be pretty relaxed about having a love rival, but he's apparently ready to go straight to violence for something much less important than the farmer.

To be fair to Lance, it makes sense. Adventurers belong to a small and tightknit community where being good at violence is the most useful skill a member can possess. And news about your talents or failures travels fast to everyone else. Easiest way for people to test their worth would be through different competitions, since clear goals and rules means it's easier to judge someone's talents, and they have less chance of adventurers killing each other.

Refusing to participate would probably label someone as a coward and it might ruin their reputation worse than simply losing would. And for a group that defines themselves through fighting to the death escalading every competition to violence probably feels natural. This might be one of the reason almost every adventurers mocks the farmer at first. The farmer is too nice and friendly and that makes them look like a weakling that would never survive among 'true' adventurers, let alone the battlefield.

And Lance is not only a highly respected adventurer but also a guild leader. He probably wouldn't have even been considered as Jolyne's vice leader if he would have avoided these contests. And in order to earn his position he must have been really good at fighting his fellow adventurers. So this attitude is not surprising if you think about it.

Still, Lance pointing a sword at Sophia while clutching a colourfully painted egg is such a funny image.

#i wanted to add more interesting lines but this got too long #still lmao lance #if anyone makes a sve fantasy au you can make lance be the dragon #he fits the role apparently #sve lance #sve spoilers

[robynlilyblack]

The things that I believed in you have taught me to call them all escapes - royal AU: king james potter + maid reader. Congratulations on 2k honey<33

Goodnight

king! James Potter x fem! maid! Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: Even the king has a favourite time of day

Warnings: childhood sweethearts to strangers, forbidden love, mutual pinning

A/n: 0.7k words, thank you so much xxx I love this, royal au is so fun to write x

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James groaned as he placed down the quill, flexing his hand to get rid of the cramp and ache that came with hours upon hours of writing. Most would assume their king's time was spent at balls, feasting and drinking as he searched for a queen, others in a grand room holding meetings and making fancy speeches, but really his time was spent in this one room of hundreds. His ridiculously sized bedroom with adjoined study

He glances up at the clock, almost ten. His rather sullen mood picks up, he knew it was wrong of him to feel this school boy like of joy, wrong to look forward to this particular moment each day, but he simply couldn’t resist

Almost on cue the door clicks and James quickly grabs the quill again, looking down and pretending to be as busy as he should have been at this hour. Light from the hall shines in as the door edges open and then recedes again as it closes and clicks

He looks up then, greeted by who he deemed to be the sweetest and most beautiful creature in the world

“Evening, my king” you bow your head, wearing the same soft smile as always despite the clear fatigue you must be feeling from the host of other chores and duties you’ve been attending to all day

My king, usually James found pride in that, but from your lips it felt wrong, and he always found his heart aching at the reminder

“Evening” he nods, gifting you a warm smile that you still and always shy away from before you turn to perform your nighty duties

He wouldn’t do much work now, maybe the odd signature here or there but really his time until bed was now spent watching you float around his room. He was sure you’d caught him looking a few times and didn’t mind if you did, besides anytime you did you just smiled shyly then got stuck back in. 

As he watched you take the show pillows off his bed and replace them with ones for sleep his mind wandered back to when he was young

You and he shared one thing in common, you grew up in the castle, with yourself being one year his junior. In fact, you and he even played together alongside some of his other friends. That was of course before you were taught to be a lady, raised to be the one of the queen's maids in waiting like your mother was when the time came he took one, and himself to be a gentleman, raised to rule an entire kingdom 

He wondered if you remembered those years like he did, remembered sneaking out to watch the stars streak across the sky in the treehouse you secretly built together, remembered him asking you to marry him when he was older and grew taller than you, which he swore he would be and he was right

But he mostly wondered if you remembered your answer to that question too

“Your majesty?” you say, gently gaining his attention after he realises he zoned out 

“Yes?” he meets your eyes, once again finding you become bashful, and once again finding it adorable and beyond endearing

“Your bedroom is prepared. Would you like for me to call upon your servants?” you ask as you do every night, hands clasped behind you

James shakes his head “No it’s alright” he answers as he does every night, not wishing for people to come only to specifically undress him, and he knows you know this so he ponders whether you do this dance because you want to prolong the moment, just as he does by answering sweetly every time

“Do you need me to do anything else?” you inquire quietly but as James watches your face he can tell you’re desperately trying to suppress a yawn

“No no, you’ve done a grand job as always” he compliments earning a proud smile but he finds you linger, biting your lip as you wait before James realises “You’re dismissed for the night”

And with that you bow your head, walking over to the door but just before you grasp the handle he calls out

"Y/n?”

You instantly turn around “Yes?” your head tilts, eyes a little wider in your confusion

James’ mouth opens, losing himself for a moment but then he recovers and just gives you a smile “Goodnight” he tells you instead refraining from saying what he wanted

“Goodnight” you smile back, biding your head once more before exiting, leaving James to stare at the door forlornly 

The words still hang on his tongue

“Stay” 

Thank you for reading ♡ I love this x honestly would love to write something longer on it so let me know if you would be interested x

#james potter and reader #james potter and you #james potter and y/n #james potter x reader #james potter #james potter fluff #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james and reader #james x reader #marauders and reader #james potter imagine #james potter fanfiction #james potter drabble #james potter fic #robbies2kcelebration

[fabaceous]

do you think jackieshauna could've gotten together eventually if the plane didn't crash/if jackie hadn't died or were they doomed from the start?

hi anon i know this took a while (sorry) but it's because this is one of my favorite cans of worms to open and i had a lot to say. so thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about it ;)

my answer, depending on the day and my mood, ranges from NO to YES, BUT to NO, BUT.

NO, because i think that even on a pure friendship level they are doomed. their flaws were like, designed in a lab (or a writer's room lol) to tear them apart. jackie is insecure and holds on too tightly to shauna. shauna quietly resents jackie for it and fucks around behind her back. as long as they have these traits, their relationship is a ticking time bomb. they will never make it within ten miles of a romantic relationship because even their friendship is doomed.

NO, because even if their friendship doesn't implode, they are both simply too damn repressed to ever make a move. im not even saying this as a cop-out, like, i truly believe in my heart and soul that they both have latent romantic feelings for each other but they tie themselves in all sorts of pretzels to avoid it and i'll go even further and say they are both REALLY FUCKING GOOD AT IT. like more so than most people. given my own experiences denying my (in hindsight incredibly obvious) feelings for girls (and i SUCK at repressing things) i have no doubt at all that they could go the rest of their lives convincing themselves that some girlfriendships are Just Like That. the human mind is a very powerful thing and the human mind on comphet and repression? nearly unstoppable. and even if they dont have some world-shattering blowout, and their friendship just sort of fizzles out for some nebulous and ambiguous (read: gay yearning related) reason, years later they'll still be looking back at their relationship saying Huh. Wasnt That Weird...Well...Nevertheless...I'm Sure It Was Nothing To Worry About...

like, okay, im gonna spend a little more time with this one because i think their repression is so key to their dynamic. jackie is obviously unable to face any aspect of herself that is even remotely imperfect. gay feelings for shauna would definitely fall into that category given what i assume she has internalized from her parents and her peers and it being the 1990s. shauna, while more willing to accept her dark side, cant bear the thought of wanting jackie like that. its the one bridge she cant cross. she'll literally fuck jeff. fucking JEFF!!! before she lets herself act on desire for jackie (at least not in a straightforward/normal way lol)

i think both of them on some level must feel that they have a desire for each other, or else they wouldn't be so desperate to avoid it. but they are SO desperate to avoid it, and i don't really have anything to back this up other than my gut feeling but i just can't imagine them ever overcoming their respective hurdles of repression, and definitely not under normal high-school circumstances. MAYBE in the wilderness they would've had a chance IF THINGS HAD GONE VERY DIFFERENTLY because they would be free from societal expectations or whatever, and maybe a life or death situation could've given them enough of a shock that they'd finally own up to their feelings. but EVEN THEN, personally, i think it's still questionable. i think this is just so deeply rooted that it would be anywhere from incredibly difficult to impossible for both of them to get past it. (it's no good if only one of them overcomes the repression, btw. then you just have unrequited pining (but secretly actually requited but the other person won't admit that they're requiting it so it's effectively unrequited which would be perhaps even worse and more painful. btw. if you even care))

now on to the other options...

YES, BUT, even if by some miracle they were able to get past their repression and date each other, i guarantee you all their toxic habits would be not only repeated but MAGNIFIED by being in a romantic relationship. like, ok, the good news is, they would finally be free to be openly obsessed with each other lol. but... imagine jackie gets EVEN MORE insecure about shauna leaving her because now she actually feels like she has a legit claim on shauna being "hers". before, her possessiveness (for lack of a more nuanced term) was tempered by the fact that they are just friends, and shauna should theoretically be allowed to have other friends, even if jackie doesn't like it. but shauna should NOT be having other girlfriends. so jackie would likely be reaching new levels of terrified of shauna leaving her. shauna would still be unable to address conflict directly. rinse and repeat this whooooole vicious cycle until it blows up in their faces like laura le--[gunshot]

finally, NO, BUT, and this one may be controversial & a bit more far fetched than the others, but i do think that under the right circumstances they could kiss or even fuck without it compromising their repression. i actually even think they could have a sort of sneaky situationship while still repressing their bigscaryfeelings for each other. HEAR ME OUT. they are both very careful about compartmentalizing their desire for each other and keeping it hidden FROM THEMSELVES. they often fail and it boils over despite their best efforts, but the more important thing is that they think they're succeeding at keeping their desire from breaching containment. and as long as they have that plausible deniability where they are hiding it from themselves, even if they don't manage to hide it from the rest of us (or even each other), i dont think its impossible for them to act on the desire, like, on pure instinct, but without actually intellectually or emotionally acknowledging the larger implications that that brings. and even if the desire breaches containment, they could still find a way to write it off as just desire in general and not desire for each other specifically. especially when they also still have the excuse of being horny teenagers with no impulse control, they could easily brush it off as, oh, we were just drunk, we were just experimenting. or even, oh, it was just shauna, it's not like i actually LIKE-like her, i just made out with her, but its shauna, so it obviously doesnt mean anything.

and i think they could even do this consistently for weeks months MAYBE up to a year or so, while deluding themselves into thinking this is somehow normal or not a big deal. because they have already proven they are masters of doublethink and repression, otherwise we wouldn't have gotten this far lol. but it would 100% also blow up in their faces. the question is, who would crack first? who would want something real? or who would walk away because it got too real? theres sooo much to ponder with this particular scenario and it's all very juicy and compelling (and GOD would i love to see it unfold with my own two eyeballs, can bart and ashley please write and film an AU of their own tv show?!) but i dont think it would ever lead them anywhere good or healthy.

so long story short (lol. conciseness has never been my strong suit as is probably abundantly clear by now) i personally do not think there is any possibility of a satisfying happy-ending scenario for these two. and i personally am perfectly okay with that because so much about them would have to change in order for them to get a happy ending that at that point, they would no longer be the jackie and shauna that i know and love.

#anon did this answer your question. lol. sorry or you're welcome #also if anyone has anything to add. PLEASE i beg #whether its backing me up or refuting me id be curious to hear #esp about the last one lol i have no idea if that made sense or not the way i explained it #yellowjackets #yj asks

[crysta1ized]

a scream/dff parallel theory on who’s behind the mask

this theory is just for fun, as in ‘what if dff followed the scream killer pattern perfectly’

this is based on the theory that there’s at least one masked killer (if not more), who’s not an hallucination.

if there’s something the scream franchise taught me, it’s that it’s always someone you know behind the mask.

and by ‘someone you know’ i mean,

someone the characters are all familiar with.

someone that’s currently alive and is known to be so.

someone that’s apart of the friend group or linked/ related to one of them.

obviously, mr keng is now out of the question as he doesn’t tick all boxes; not all the characters are familiar with him (tan and phee know his face as they saw the video but never interacted with him and white never went to his tutoring school) and isn’t known to be alive.

non doesnt tick all boxes either. for him to be behind the mask, all the characters would have to know he’s alive and white doesn’t know him.

like in any scream movie, we reduced our options to only the people stuck in the house.

we’re also assuming that any of these boys may be putting on an act. we never know what side they’re on until we really know (ex: tan).

por, top, tee and fluke tick all the boxes but are out of the question as they’d never want to seek revenge for non.

jin, phee, tan and white are now the only options left.

1) jin is ambiguous. he parted ways with non in weird terms, as he was jealous he got with mr keng and ended up feeling really guilty about the video, though non probably never knew jin was responsible for it (though it’s still not confirmed that it was jin’s video).

-> what if jin helped non after that to redeem himself? what if he somehow helped him escape tee’s uncle and is now helping him take his revenge?

that would explain why when hallucinating he’s only seeing a bloody mr keng, maybe because he abandoned him and went to save only non from tee’s uncle?

with this theory, it’s believable that jin is secretly on non’s side and is one of the masked killer. but is his main goal to scare the boys or to harm them?

2) tan was the one who suggested going to por’s house for jin’s farewell party. he obviously came here to get answers by drugging them all.

but we also know he put the mask and costume on top after drugging him. maybe he did that so a masked killer could continue to follow them while tan was with them so he’d have an alibi. then, how could they ever suspect tan of being the masked killer if tan was with them when they were attacked?

he could’ve chosen to wear the costume simply to scare them more while they were tripping so they’d spill the beans faster. but wether he’s behind the mask or not, seeing that smirk we all know he’s gonna speed up the process.

3) phee is also a good candidate. he could've crafted a plan complementary to tan's, to scare the boys into revealing everything. however his whole behavior makes me doubt this a bit. he could be acting but really doesn't seem that into whatever tan wanted this trip to be.

4) white seems to be out the question since he seems to know nothing about non but im keeping my eye on him bc im sure there’s so much abt him we dont know yet.

i believe there's more than one of them behind the mask, though i agree some of the appearances must have been hallucinations. which makes me believe there must be an alliance between some of the boys.

the most probable are (ranked from most to least):

tan and white (?)

jin and white

tan and jin

phee and tan

phee and white

phee and jin

so, what do you think? who's behind all of this?

#dead friend forever #dff #dff theory #dff the series #dff ep 9 #dff new #dff phee #dff tan #dff white #dff por #dff non #dff top #dff spoilers #dff tee #dff jin #dff fluke #pheejin #non dff #lgbtqia #asian lgbtq dramas #thai bl

[thousandfourhundreddays]

52. “I’m worried about you” prompt with mason plz! Reader has come down really sick and mason is really worried it’s making him upset to see her like it…turns out she’s pregnant 🥰

DAD MASON INCOMING❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

A/n Heyyy!! Thank you so much for your request, I really enjoyed writing it. Hope you enjoy!!

P.s. my writing is always so soppy, I’m so sorry🫠

The Best Surprise

Your body scrunched over the toilet, the cool bathroom tiles against your knees a stark contrast to the thin layer of sweat that now covered your skin. You stayed still for a moment, not daring to move in case another wave of nausea came over you. You’d lost count of the times you’d found yourself in this position over the past week, you felt like you couldn’t go more than a few hours without having to rush off to be sick, and between that, you’d never felt so drained in your life. You’d put it down to a bug, with the weather turning cold, you’d assumed it was a pre winter virus you’d caught, despite the constant post corona paranoid hand washing. Tears slipped down your cheeks as you eyes began to water, a burning feeling settling in the back of your throat. Your mind felt hazy, a familiar sensation over the past few days, before you suddenly felt a warm hand rest against your back as Mason began to rub calming circles against your skin. Only stopping a few seconds to tie your hair back with a hair tie that’s he’d now taken to keeping on his wrist for this exact reason. He’d subconsciously fallen into a routine since you’d been ill, every time remembering to tie back your hair, staying by you side until he moved swiftly to get a glass of water from the bathroom tap, encouraging you to get rid of any clothing that might make you too hot, but keeping them close by for when your sweat inevitably became a cold one.

Once you felt sure enough that the sickness has passed, you let yourself topple backwards, clumsily resting against the bathroom wall, keeping your eyes closed firmly in an attempt to fight off the dazed sensation that clouded your body. Mason brought his hand up to brush any stray strands of hair from your face that’d fallen loose due to his awkward makeshift pony tale as he crouched in front of you, His hand drifted to you cheek as he ran the back of his fingers over your skin soothingly, letting you lean into his touch.

“Do you need anything” he spoke softly. He’d realized a long time ago that asking ‘are you ok’ was pointless when you’d just heaved up the whole contents of your stomach not even thirty seconds ago.

“No, I’m ok” your voice was weak and horse, and summed up exactly how you were feeling right now.

Mason simply let out a sad sigh. He must admit, he felt a little lost as to what to do at this point. He didn’t want to annoy you, but he couldn’t watch you go through this any longer, and he definitely couldn’t hear you tell him that you ‘just have to let it pass’ again.

“I’m really worried about you, babe” he whispered

You knew he was right, and you definitely couldn’t take feeling like this for any longer. Letting your eyes flutter open, your brows creased as tears began to stream down your face, a mix of exhaustion and frustration and a million other feelings taking a toll on you.

Tiredly, you nodded your head, and you didn’t need to speak a single word for Mason to know that was your way of agreeing to get some help. Relief washed over him as he moved to sit next to you on the tiles, wrapping his arms around you tightly, holding you close to his chest whilst placing a soft kiss to your hair.

-

Mason managed to get you an emergency appointment at the doctors later that day, what persuasion techniques he used on the receptionist, you didn’t want to know.

He drove you to the doctors and insisted he came in with you. You told him he didn’t have to but secretly, you were relieved to have him with you.

-

And just over an hour later you were back at home, sat side by side on the sofa, shocked.

You were pregnant.

The drive home had been quiet. Mason grasping your hand tightly, refusing to let go as he drove you home as your doctors words played on repeat in your mind. You couldn’t quite describe the feeling, uncertainty sat in the pit of your stomach. The chance of you being pregnant hadn’t even crossed your mind. It hadn’t been anything like you’d imagined, there was nothing magical about the way you’d felt over the past few days, not like other people describe when they’re pregnant so the possibility never even occurred to you. You’d felt nothing but weak, drained and exhausted, but your doctor had assured you that it would get better after the first trimester. You couldn’t even begin to bring yourself to think about trimesters or baby scans or birthing plans yet. Of course, you’d thought about the prospect of having children, those frequent late night conversations about your future whilst wrapped up together in the duvet often ended in discussions of baby names and bets on whether you’d have a boy or girl, but you didn’t think those plans would come so soon. At the ripe age of 23, you were both at the peak of your careers, often skipping a good nights sleep for a night in town, stumbling home to eat a takeaway on your living room floor whilst watching a film with a target audience of an age at least a decade younger than you.

But beneath that lingering fear, there was the most undeniable love, stronger than you could ever imagine. And god you couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone other than your Mase.

You turned your gaze towards Mason, him intuitively doing the same. His eyes glossy with tears, mirroring your own, both of you overwhelmed as you both let out shaky, synchronized breathes, and for once, you were unable to read him. Until, he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to withhold the grin he so badly wanted to let out, desperately trying to read your thoughts the same way you were, but he couldn’t quite hide the way his lips tugged at the corners, finally giving you an insight to his thoughts. Your shaky breaths faded into a bewildered laugh.

“We’re having a baby” you breathed, almost trying to get used to the unfamiliar words,

Instantly, Mason pulled you into his arms, holding you impossibly close. Resting your head against his chest, you felt his body begin to shake as he cried the happiest tears he’d ever shed in his life.

Reluctantly pulling back, he held your face between his hands as he brought his lips down to yours, the kiss so full of love and pride and excitement for what was to come and suddenly, timing didn’t matter. Everything felt perfect as you sat soaking in the realization that you were having a baby with the love of your life.

“This is the best surprise ever” he whispered against your lips, his voice barely a whisper, words kept for just you, him and your baby.

“The best surprise”

#mason mount fluff #mason mount x reader #mason mount smut #mason mount imagine #mason mount #chelsea fc

[kentoberry]

MORE THAN YOU BARGAINED FOR !

⭒— SUMMARY : you win a backstage pass to see your favorite band live, and their bassist takes a liking to you.

⭒— CAST : bassist ! kujou sara & sub fem reader.

⭒— CONTENT : [ 18+ content ; minors do not interact ] · f1ngering, semi-public, spit, biting, slight power dynamics, hair pulling, gagging, finger sucking, begging, mentions of squ-rting and multiple orga$ms, overstimulation. 

when your favorite band announced that they were touring in your city, it was a no-brainer that you bought tickets the moment that they released. however, your excitement only grew when you got a notification that there would be a lottery amongst all ticket holders where a lucky winner would receive a backstage pass and get to meet the members. 

of course, your mind wandered to how cool it would be to win, but in reality you knew that it was unlikely. thousands of tickets had been sold, so you understood how low your chances were. thus when you received the email notification informing you that you were the lucky winner, you initially assumed that it was a scam. it took double checking the address of the sender and cross referencing the band’s socials for when the winner would be notified to realize that (oh shit) you were actually going to meet them. 

crowfeather kaburaya weren’t a band of extreme fame, though you adored them nonetheless. ever since hearing a track of theirs in some random spotify playlist, you’d fallen in love. the bassist in particular caught your eye, a tall, dark haired woman by the name of sara kujou. you fawned over her in the same manner that a teenage girl would worship the heartthrob of their favorite boy band, albeit secretly. perhaps some would find it creepy the amount of images that you’d saved of the woman, though you would never go out of your way to do anything perverted. generally, it was nothing more than a harmless celebrity crush. 

however now, you’d be meeting the aforementioned crush. the week leading up to the event was spent fretting over which outfit you should pick, how you should style your hair, and what makeup would look best; you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your favorite band. wrapped up in overthinking, the days went by rather fast. your heart pounded in your chest as you arrived at the venue, following the instructions that you’d been given to a tee. fans were already lining up outside the door, some having obviously camped out in order to gain the best spots inside - honestly, you were thankful that you had been told to head in through a discreet entrance instead of spending a night sleeping on the cold street. 

you started by meeting up with the band’s pr manager, who led you backstage and ensured that you were sorted with a bottle of your desired beverage and knew that you were welcome to try any of the snacks in the green room and make yourself at home. it calmed you down a little when she complimented your appearance as you smoothed down your skirt, especially as you were already doing your best to keep your nerves in check. 

it wasn’t too long before she left you alone, heading off to take care of some other duties that required her attention before the show started. you simply busied yourself with the apps on your phone. over an hour passed before the doorknob turned once again, though you weren’t met with the manager that you’d been with prior. instead, the unmistakable combat boots, black distressed jeans, and form-fitting tank top were ones that you’d recognize anywhere. the shirt perfectly showed off sara’s toned biceps, each adorned with its own intricate display of tattoos; the large crow that decorated her left forearm was even more impressive in person.

you had to draw your eyes away, worried that you’d start drooling. the bassist was absolutely stunning, and you struggled to comprehend that it was actually her in the flesh right before your eyes. 

“so you must be the lucky winner,” she spoke, voice somewhat monotone as she stared you down, eyeing you up. sure, you were cute. if anything, she was just glad that instead of some creepy old dude or groupie that had received the prize, it was merely some pretty fan who seemed rather likeable. yet with each passing second that sara lay her eyes on you, she found herself enthralled by something that she couldn't quite place her finger on. 

regardless, she went about her business, making idle chit-chat with you whilst you worked to halt the rapid pulsating of your heart. at one point, your hands touched as she handed you a tiny sachet of sugar for your drink, the cool metal of her rings sending shivers down your spine. with each passing moment, you felt more comfortable around the woman, unable to ignore the swells of disappointment in your chest when the other band members and staff began to enter the room and introduce themselves to you. 

you got to watch the band throughout their soundcheck, and even spent the show hidden in the wings, a backstage view that many would kill for. in all honesty, you were particularly grateful for your spot gave you the perfect view of sara. her lithe fingers strumming away at the strings of her custom made bass guitar had you weak at the knees, though you did your best not to make each glance too noticeable. each movement was expert, gliding along the instrument as though it was second nature to her. by the end of the show, sara was covered in a thin layer of sweat. the dark hair clinging to her skin made her look even more attractive and making it even more difficult for you to avert your eyes. 

once band’s encore was complete and the final concert-goers had straggled their way out of the arena, the pr manager from earlier came to inform you that she needed you to shoot some quick promotional footage for the band’s social media. it would simply be a few shots of you on stage with them.

she led you to the front of the stage, the band coming to pose around you as you did your best to act natural. instead, you found yourself playing with your fingers and staring at the ground, unsure of what to do. your heart skipped a beat when an arm was thrown over your shoulders, a little “relax, princess,” whispered in your ear as none other than sara worked to comfort you. “it’ll be quick, just a couple flashes and you’re done,”

though the obvious intent of calming your nerves, the woman’s touch had quite the opposite effect. being this close to her, you couldn’t restrain the proverbial butterflies from batting their wings in your stomach. you could smell her cologne, corrupted by the vague scent of sweat that was oh so arousing. your thighs subconsciously rubbed together as you breathed it in, and combined with the feeling of her muscles against your skin you felt as though your panties were being set ablaze. it was embarrassing, really. you never thought of yourself as some groupie who would fawn over a band member so hard, yet sara held this unspeakable grip over you. 

“got it!” yelled the photographer, looking away from the screen that displayed the image. “i’ll be leaving everything in place, no point dismantling it before tomorrow’s show, right?” 

the pr manager agreed, letting every staff member know that they were free to go. she had a few casual questions about your experience tonight, but they were cut off by sara swinging her arm over your shoulders once again. 

“relax, the poor girl’s had enough shit thrown at her.” and then she turned to you. “how about you come over here and i’ll show you my bass, hmm? caught you staring at it a couple times while i was playing,”

your face fell, wondering if she’d noticed the full extent of your gawking. she kept her arm around you as she led you to the area of the stage where her prized guitar stood, talking away about it as your gaze filled with awe. the passion and adoration for her craft practically dripped from each word. 

periodically, everybody else in the room filtered out. even the work light dimmed, leaving you and sara alone. the soft lighting with of the area and the moonlight filtering in through the vast window panes made sara look even more ethereal, which you didn’t actually think was possible. the woman was stood before you, beauty only comparative to a grecian muse, as she tended to her instrument. you did your best to halt your lewd thoughts as you watched her long fingers caress the bass’s strings, strumming a short melody to ensure it remain tuned. the metal of her rings occasionally glinted in the light, again drawing your attention to her hands. they were somewhat calloused and rough, likely from the years of playing. you also noticed a few bumps and bruises around her knuckles, though remembered reading on one of those silly gossip sites that sara enjoyed boxing in her spare time, and something like that would have left such indents and blemishes.

regardless, each imperfection on the woman’s body made her more attractive to you. your mind drifted to curiosities of how her fingers would feel pumping in and out of you, her rings colliding with your messy cunt and sending a shiver darting up your spine. the sight of her tattooed hands covered in your slick would truly be one for sore eyes, perhaps sara would ram them down your throat until you gagged, and order you lick them clean. maybe she would even wrap her lithe fingers around your throat, squeezing enough to make you breathless. your thighs were rubbing against one another at your nasty train of thought. it felt as though you were in your room late at night, consumed by your own salacious fantasies, unable to keep your head above water and not noticing that sara had abandoned her bass and was now standing in between your legs. 

she debated just dropping to her knees and placing a kiss over your clothed cunt, or even playfully biting the exposed skin of your inner thigh. instead, she leaned over you, aligning her lips with your ear. her voice dropped a few octaves, as she practically growled in your ear. 

“thinkin’ about me, princess?” 

those four words were sufficient in breaking you out of your trance, jumping in your seat as sara only pressed herself closer to you. her hand rested on your thigh, nails digging into the skin as the rough pad of her thumb stroked circles dangerously close to your heat. she’d be lying if you said that she couldn’t see how fucking wet you already were, arousal leaking through the sheer lace of your flowery panties. one of the reasons that sara had offered you the seat on the amp was because from her position tending to her guitar, she had a direct view of your pretty little pussy, all clothed and virtually screaming at her to unwrap. sure, it was a little pervy. but you’d both been undressing each other with your respective gazes from the moment that you laid eyes on one another. 

sara’s lips formed a small smirk as she watched you squirm. they hovered near your neck, enough that you could feel the ghost of her hot breath but never once touching your skin. all of your thoughts fled you, judgement impaired and having become purely intoxicated by the woman before you. 

“please,” you begged, unable to come up with a more wordy response. but sara wasn’t having it. she was well aware that she held the upper hand in this situation, and was more than willing to use it to her advantage. 

“please what, princess? please go away? want me to leave you like this, pretty thing?”

sara’s free hand slipped under your chin, angling your eyes to meet her own. her pupils were blown with lust. the angelic figure that you could have sworn to have seen moments prior was far gone, and replaced by the succubus that stood before you now. 

“say it.” her tone was cold and commanding. 

“please f- please fuck me,” yours was contrasting a meek, barely above a whisper. you tried to avert your gaze to the ground, though sara kept a tight grip on your chin. the look on your face was urging you to continue, so you thought it best to divulge into some of your lewd thoughts. “wan’ your fingers in me, please! i wanna squirt all over your hand, wan’ you to make me weak, make me cry!”

sara really wasn’t expecting such an outburst. as cute as it was, all that she wished for was the word ‘go’ - and you’d handed it to her on a silver platter. her thumb moved up from your chin, tenderly gliding across your cheekbone before dipping past your soft lips. she wanted to test your reactions, and you exceeded her assumptions. you instinctively began to swirl your tongue around the digit, displaying zero resistance as she pressed it further into your throat. the woman was perfectly content with making you gag, letting your saliva ruin your pretty shirt and dirty up her hand. your doe eyes perfectly complemented such a filthy scene, practically gleaming as sara towered over you. 

the woman took full advantage of your distracted state, using her free hand to hike your skirt higher up your thigh. her touch felt electric, sending sparks coursing through you with even the lightest of touches.

you were so focused on sucking sara’s thumb that you didn’t notice her fingers make a move for your panties, sliding the sheer material to the side so that she could get a view of your already soaked cunt. she found herself groaning at the sheer sight, enthralled by your sweet little pussy. it didn’t take any longer than the blink of an eyelid for her to bury two fingers inside of you, exploring your velvety walls as they pulsed around her digits. sara had nearly forgotten about the intrusion in your mouth, only removing it in order to hear the full extent of your angelic whimpers. 

part of you felt embarrassed that you were allowing yourself to be so vulnerable when anybody could walk into the room at any time, but sara’s fingers felt absolutely godly, making it rather easy to forget. you bucked your hips up to her touch, placing one hand flat behind you in order to stabilise yourself, and slowly shifting the other to aide the growing euphoria between your legs, seeking out your aching clit. 

you seemed to be getting your way with sara, so you thought rather little of the action. hence why when she swatted away your hand, you were surprised. the woman then got to her knees, better levelling her face with your glistening cunt. her fingers continued pumping in and out of your twitching hole whilst the other spread open your folds, revealing your sweet little clit for her. sara placed a quick kiss on the bundle of nerves, eyes having grown noticeably darker as she pulled away. to contrast the prior action, she collected a glob of saliva in her mouth, waiting a second before spitting on your cunt, hitting your clit with perfect aim. your eyes rolled back at the sensation, releasing an embarrassingly loud moan as she spread her spit all over your clit with the rough pad of her thumb. albeit barely audible, you could hear sara release a deep growl, discerning nothing but the word: “mine.”

her tongue then connected to your clit, wasting no time with the pleasantries before absolutely ravaging your cunt. she sucked and nipped as you writhed, gripping her hair for support. it was as though she was on a mission to overstimulate your poor pussy, which… was rather accurate. as the raven haired woman teased your sensitive bud with her teeth and tongue, she continued the relentless motions of her fingers, consistently plunging into you with the aim of rubbing along your sweet spot. slowly, she stretched you open enough to take another digit. the cool metal of her rings colliding with your skin sent shivers down your spine, just as you had imagined they would. no, no, it was better. thinking straight was becoming a struggle. 

“m’na,” you tried to articulate, though the multitudes of ecstasy that sara bestowed upon you made articulating your thoughts difficult. “cum,” you stammered, hoping that she got the general gist of what you were trying to communicate. 

you couldn’t tell at first. all you knew was that your head was spinning, and sara’s devious ministrations were showing no signs of even easing in the slightest. you came with a cry, tugging at sara’s dark locks as you rode out your high. if anybody else was in the vicinity of the room, they undoubtedly heard you. being a concert venue, your lewd whines echoed rather spectacularly - something that only further spurred sara’s continued abuse of your leaking cunt. 

instead of moving her off, you just sat there and took it. your brain was hazy from the gravity of your prior orgasm, and sara’s mouth felt so so good. little whimpers of her name dripped from your lips, synchronous with how your juices dripped from her fingers and lips.

it took a while for the overstimulation to settle in, pleasured whines slowly turning to pleas that it was too much for you to take. in response, sara took her head away from your weeping cunt to make a comment. 

“thought y’ wanted to squirt f’me, princess? all talk no game?”

all the meanwhile, her fingers remained in you, gently massaging circles into that rough patch of skin.

“‘m- i-” you mumbled, struggling once again. “pleas- do it. make me squirt f’you, please, please, please,”

sara couldn’t help but smirk at how cumdrunk you were after only one orgasm, and she was adamant that it wouldn’t be your last. 

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[songmingisthighs]

[16.22] high school bad boy!mingi × reader

⇀ you never thought that the school's mysterious bad boy is actually like this

⇁ pls mingi's killing me 😭😭😭 but happy birthday to my baby !! hsgkjsdk i love him so much if that's not obvious. this is a lil fluffy mingi gift to celebrate mingi's birthday <3

"Hey, look," your friend tapped your desk as she nudged her head to the side.

You lift your head from your book to see THE Song Mingi walking into class with a busted lip and messy uniform. People only stared at him as he took a seat, not at all surprised that he would be that dishevelled at 1 pm.

"Yeah, Mingi. So?" You asked as you shifted your gaze back to your friend.

Yena rolled her eyes before leaning down to your level, "Aren't you curious where he always went to during breaks? How almost every single time, he'd come back to class all bloodied and brooding?" she asked you. You can only sigh at your friend as you placed your book on your desk to fully look at her, "I'm not curious at all. It's none of our business to stare and make assumptions about him. To be honest, I'm more curious about how they managed to rope a guy like Yunho into their group though. And aren't they friends with that guy who became a tattoo artist his senior year?" Yena simply shrugged at your question, "The dropout? I don't know much about Kim Hongjoong other than he has a rich boyfriend. But what about Kang Yeosang and Choi Jongho? Those two don't look like they belong with the scoundrels," she said. You squinted your eyes playfully at her, "Scoundrels? What are they, pirates in the 1700s?" you joked, making the two of you laugh.

All of a sudden, you felt a chill down your spine and when you averted your gaze from Yena for a bit, you saw Mingi staring down at you with his sharp eyes. Although you didn't want to admit it, his gaze always made you nervous. Funny enough, you caught him staring at you quite often and you always excused it as you were in line with the big windows in the classroom. Still, doesn't change the fact that you felt it.

There's this depth and an indescribable feeling in his stare that seemed... personal and you've always wanted to know what it's all about. But you couldn't possibly just go up to him and ask, that would be weird.

After class ended, students split up to join their respective Student Activity Clubs. You were the Vice President of the Student Body so you're stuck with meetings upon meetings and discussions with not only the Student Body members but also teachers and Club Leaders. You hate the job (mostly because of the pompous jerk of a president) but it will look good on your college application. Though you don't hate being able to see students enjoying the clubs though, it alleviates your pain and stress slightly knowing that you were able to help your fellow schoolmates.

"Vice Pres," you looked up to see one of the Student Body members approaching you with a paper bag, "Someone left this for you outside," he said as he placed the bag down on your desk. You felt a blush creeping up your face as you tried to not excitedly look into the paper bag. "Ooo, your secret admirer ?" Yunjeong, the Secretary asked in a teasing tone. Your eyes widened and you immediately pulled the paper bag onto your lap to secretly open it.

The contents of the bag were more or less the same; there was always food, beverage, and a note that somehow seemed to suit your current situation or even events. You assumed that it must be someone close to you. You felt like it was Yena pulling a prank on you but you hope it isn't because it would just be cruel and she'll definitely perish in your hands. In all honesty, deep down you had a feeling that it was Mingi. But maybe that's just your stupid wishful thinking because of the looks he threw at or near you.

Today, the sender put a fruit sandwich, your favourite brand of canned coffee, and the regular black cat with pastel pink post-it that said 'I hope you've been having a good day. Eat up and be energized! ^^ ps, I think we should bring the word 'scoundrel' back,' in the paper bag.

Your eyes widened. The sender was in your class. They had to be, that was the only place you mentioned the word scoundrel with Yena.

"Okay everyone, let's begin the meeting," The President announced, clapping his hands twice to get everyone's attention. "(y/n), floor's all yours," he smirked smugly as he basically told you to do everything yourself.

Finally, the excruciating hour and a half meeting ended. Issues were addressed, problems were fixed, yet your headache stayed because of the president. So you decided to walk around, check up on the clubs.

When you arrived at the Boxing Club, you saw that one person was missing. Wooyoung, San, Yeosang, Yunho, and Jongho were there because they were the Club Leaders and with them, the other members were also present. But you can only focus on Mingi's absence. Yunho waved at you happily which is followed by Wooyoung, the flirt, who blew kisses at you. You shook your head while chuckling as you waved back at them. Maybe Mingi went home early, hopefully, this doesn't have anything to do with his bruises.

After walking around a little, you decided that maybe you should just go home. The last club you visited was the Judo Club at the far end building of the school. You were about to walk off when you heard clanging and thuds from the side of the building right in front of you which made you freeze in your place. Your mind blanked and before you could react, a man came stumbling forward and fell in front of you. Recognition hadn't hit you yet but seeing the uniform, you jump in to help nevertheless.

"Are you okay!?" you asked the man worriedly.

When he looked up at you, you were surprised to see Mingi scrunching his face, seemingly in pain. Once he came to the realization that you were there helping him, he also froze. The both of you stayed like that for a while, not knowing what to do because this was your first time interacting with him outside of class and necessity. It wasn't until a soft meow broke the silence. You look down only to see a tiny black kitten in his arms. Instinctively, you looked back up to him with a raised eyebrow as if saying, "why do you have a cat?"

Mingi groaned and averted your gaze as he tried getting up thought you caught a peek of his reddening cheeks.

Deciding his wellbeing comes first, you grab ahold of his hand closest to you and begin tugging, "You're coming with me," you simply said in a haste. Since Mingi is more powerful than you, something that you completely underestimated, he didn't budge and instead, you were pulled backwards to his unmoving stance. You were about to turn and scold him but he was already glaring at you. "You're not reporting me to anyone, it's your own fault that you're here," he growled. His words and his low voice making the sentence even more menacing.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you steadied yourself as you kept a firm grip on his hand, "I'm not gonna report you because clearly, whatever this is," you said, gesturing to him in general, "personal business, but I can't let you out of this school looking like this. We can't have people thinking that we're harbouring a gangster," you huffed out.

Mingi stared you down, trying to find the lie in your words. He can't have you pulling him down to the principal's office. To be honest, he trusted you as a person but he can't trust your position as part of the Student Body. Although, the look of determination was very much adorable in his eyes. There are worser ways to forfeit his freedom than to give into a hot, smart girl, right?

In he end he nodded and took a step forward as a sign of compliance. You let out a soft squeal and immediately dragged him away carefully. It didn't occur to you nor to him that both of your hands were intertwined the whole time. While you were thinking of what to do to help him, Mingi was staring at the cat in his arm, completely content and warm.

Soon, you reached your destination.

Mingi halted in his steps and stared at the doors with furrowed eyebrows. "Really? Here?" he asked, unsure. You looked back between Mingi and the Nurse's Office. You simply nodded and tugged him, "Don't worry, the nurses went home already. It's just you and me," "and Nero," he blurted out without thinking.

Immediately after letting out the cat's name, Mingi's eyes doubled in size and he stared at you in horror as if YOU did something. For the second time that day, Mingi let himself slip and you were able to see the side of him no one else other his friends had seen before. To him, it was embarrassing and he expected you to laugh at him, mock him, because when else can you encounter a big school bad boy holding a kitten and needing help?

But to his surprise, you only smiled at him and nod slowly, "Yeah... But we gotta keep Nero a secret because pets aren't supposed to be in school grounds, okay?" you said as you led him (and apparently the cat) into the Nurse's Office.

You pulled a the exam table liners down to make sure it'll be clean before gesturing for Mingi to sit down.

"He's... Not my pet, by the way," he said, looking down into the kitten who has now has his claws in Mingi's white shirt, making him wince. You sat down on a stool (that you had to readjusted because my god Mingi is tall even when he's sitting down) after putting the opened first aid kit next to you on the station. Without thinking, you leaned close to rub at the tiny kitten's head, making him mewl, "Come on little guy, I need to take care of your..." you looked up, meeting eyes with Mingi, "Dad?" you asked, tilting your own head at him. He almost choked on his own spit from how adorably innocent you looked. "I- I guess," he coughed out, trying to mask his embarrassment. Thankfully, the kitten seemed to respond well to your touch as it immediately latched off of Mingi and let you put him on the liners covered bed before switching your attention to Mingi.

As you started working on his scar covered hands, you began asking him questions. "So, what exactly was it that you were doing?" You asked in curiosity. Mingi sighed, contemplating whether or not to tell you off or to just answer. "I... Made a mistake," he said. Without looking up, you continued asking him, "What kind of mistake involved a cat and you skipping Boxing Club?" you chuckled to yourself. "Wait, how did you know I skipped Boxing?" this time, YOU froze as you realized that he could mistook your words as you looking for him. "I- I- I was- you know," "Mmm, no? I don't know?" he teased, smirking in amusement. You could hear your heart beating loudly to the point that you can hear it in your ears from embarrassment.

Luckily, his phone suddenly rang, breaking the sudden budding tension. "Thank fuck," you whispered under your breath. If Mingi heard that, he hid his acknowledgement well. "Can you please get my phone? It might be my mom," he said, looking down to his bag that's leaning next to the station. You pushed your stool back to roll to the bag as you shot him a teasing smirk, "Who would've thought that the mysterious bad boy would be so strict with his dinner schedule," you teased while rummaging through his bag to fish his phone out before tossing it to him. "I never called myself a bad boy it's a title students at this school gave to me. And of course I am, I'm still growing so I need to take care of myself well," he said, rolling his eyes playfully at you.

In all honesty, you've never could've imagined him like that. The diligent son, strict to schedules, and all that. But then again, despite his rough exterior and the proclivity to get into fights without trying, not to mention the multiple amount of times he came to class scruff and dirty, never once has the teachers reprimand him for being a bad student academically. Heck, he was once assigned as a math TUTOR but he rejected the opportunity.

As you were about to close his bag, something caught your eyes. You reached in and pull out the item that caught your attention. "Uh... Mingi," you called out, making him raise his head to look at you, "What is this?" You asked, lifting the item up for him to see. His eyes widened and his mouth open and close like a fish, he was trying to formulate an excuse but he couldn't think.

"Mingi, have you been sending me food and notes before club?" you asked as you scoot back to your previous position but now with the black cat with pink background post-it note in your hand. Mingi's eyes trembled as they darted around quickly, "No...?" he answered but the way he said it made it seem like it's a question. "I also gave you drinks and that one time I got you the pen that you lost," he mumbled his answer.

You couldn't believe it. Weeks spent wondering who the sender was (and secretly wishing it's Mingi and having it come true), and now he's in front of you, being helped by you. A blush crept on on your face and you immediately put the post-it back to go back to attending to him.

Silence enveloped the room, both of you unsure what to say. Mingi was mortified, scared, and embarrassed that you found out that he was the one who had been sending you things. You on the other hand didn't know what to do with the information. While it felt good to know that your assumption was in fact correct, what does it mean? Why did he send those to you? You had so many questions but you didn't want to pry or make him uncomfortable.

Out of the blue, Mingi let out a long sigh, making you jump slightly in surprise. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out or disgust you or something. I never meant for your to find out about it this way," he sighed, sounding dejected. You looked up at him briefly before focusing back on cleaning his wounds, "Why'd you give me those packages?" you asked, curious. As you were holding his hand, you felt it tense slightly. "Well... I think it was around over two months ago? I saw you crying in an empty classroom and you tried calming yourself down before you go into the Student Body Office with a much more positive face but when you walked home, you look beyond tired," he said. You could hear the worry in his voice and it made your heart skip a beat. "The next day... I sent you the first package and note," he concluded, voice lowering but you can still hear it. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the content of the very first note he sent you. "I hate seeing you cry, I wanna lend you my shoulders. Tell me which jerk made you cry, I'll take care of them for you,"

When your eyes met, you saw him grinning at you with a slight tint of red on his cheeks. He looked a lot softer than his usual gruff expression and unruly attire. "You memorized it," he said, sounding happy. Can't maintain eye contact with him, you stood and turned to close the first aid kit, "I- I couldn't not remember it. Those notes genuinely helped me get through my meetings," you willed yourself to lock eyes with him, "Thank you," you told him sincerely.

Mingi couldn't hide the widening grin on his face as he truly felt happy that you didn't react negatively.

The next day, you had hoped for things to be different.

While the stolen glances became stares that followed with gentle smiles and teasing gestures (much to everyone's and Yena's surprise), Mingi still hasn't approached you again. You wanted to be able to talk to him again but you're not sure if you should approach him or f he even wanted to talk to you. What if he only wanted to interact with you through the notes?

Too wrapped up in your head, you didn't realize your surroundings until you collided with a hard chest. When you looked up, you saw Mingi grinning cheekily at you. "Hey there Vice Prez," he then lifted one hand to show a paper bag in his hand, "Got your pick me up."

You couldn't even contain your excitement as you began to giddily jump in your spot. Seeing you so excited made Mingi's heart flutter and he had to will himself to not pinch your cheeks. You pulled him to the side of the office entrance to share the sandwich he got you (right after teasing him for the day's note, "I like oranges, I like apples. But I like you more," which caused you both to blush hard but Mingi harder). You both chatted as you munched on the sandwich. The conversation was about everything and nothing like about Nero whom he just rescued last night who now occupies his bed (lucky cat), then about your interests and what you do outside of being the Vice President and even about each of your friends. There were innocent touches shared like him wiping "something" from the corner of your lips and you pushing his bangs away from his eyes. Despite not liking much attention, you were surprised you didn't care about the stares people gave you both as they walked by. Mingi didn't even scowl at anyone. If you were in a cartoon, you're sure that Mingi would've had an animated dog tail wagging behind him.

"Hey," the President called out, head poking out to catch a glimpse of only you, "We're all waiting for you to start the meeting oh Madam Vice President, can't you hurry the fuck up and do your job? For fuck's sake, how did you become part of us anyways? This is why you work FOR me," he scoffed.

Before he could go back in or you say anything, Mingi squared up to his full height and his eyes turned scary. At 184 cm, he easily towered over the President, making him look like a tiny stick figure. "Why don't you fucking do something for once and lead? From what I've seen and heard, (y/n) has done more to deserve some downtime, yeah? So I think it's time she gets a day off. You're the president, you must know shit. Or else, should we bring up the issue of your position and incapabilities to the Principal?" He smirked.

Without waiting for the President to answer, Mingi interlaced his fingers with you and tug you gently to walk away, leaving the rest of the office murmuring and even some squealing at what Mingi had just done.

You couldn't help but stare at Mingi in admiration. Him standing up for you like that made you want to kiss him on the lips as a form of gratitude, but you might be a couple of steps away.

Sensing your stare, Mingi turned and his expression has completely changed. His glare turned into crescents and his snarl turned into a big smile, "Come on, I'm set to spar with Jongho today and I have a feeling that you're my lucky charm," he said, feeling more confident about throwing cheesy lines at you. You playfully raised an eyebrow as you nudge him, "I'm a cartoon leprechaun?" you joked. Mingi threw his head back and laughed loudly, the sound was very much melodious and you know you don't want to stop hearing it. "You might be able to beat Yunho at dumb jokes and puns," he said happily.

You never would've thought that you'd be able to see the school bad boy look so carefree and childlike. Heck, you never would've thought that he's interested in you and was even capable of romantic and cute gestures. But he has been proving you wrong since the day before. And you like it.

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Yakuza 7 Dating Headcanons

Mini list of dating headcanons for the Yakuza 7 boys. Once I reopen the inbox, asks for any of these characters are valid! Will post the girlies in a separate list. Have a great weekend my loves.

Ichiban Kasuga

To put it in one word, a simp. Really, Ichiban just loves with his whole heart, head, and ass. When he has crushes, he crushes on them HARD. However, he is also insanely oblivious so if you're hinting at reciprocating, he just won't notice.

Having said that, he isn't exactly shy and will eventually work up the courage to ask you out. He's pretty good at consistently asking you out for dates and is considerate of your likes and dislikes. He will fall asleep during movies though if you don't poke him every now and then.

Likes hugging his romantic partner more than anything, even more than sex. Ichiban honestly doesn't have much of a sex drive but he does have extremely high endurance so if you do catch him in the mood, you better not have any other plans that day because you will just be stuck with him.

Tianyou Zhao

Natural flirt and he knows it. He's coy, but never smug as he's worried about saying something offensive. Smooth talker on the outside but biggest sweetie on the inside. Secretly loses his mind every single time he sees you. Honestly, the best way to figure out if he's into you is just to catch him staring at you, which he will do just about every chance he gets.

Most dates with Zhao are dinner dates, either at a restaurant or just a homecooked meal in his apartment. He also eats just about anything so if you want to cook him something, especially from your own culture, he would be honored to try it! He also loves sharing his Chinese cooking with you. His culture matters a lot to him an openminded and receptive partner is a must.

Genuinely and truly a verse, so whatever mood you're in, he'll follow suit accordingly. Actually gets most turned on simply by undressing you. Out of all the boys in Yakuza 7, he's the cuddliest. Kind of just turns into a puddle in your lap if you let him.

Joon-Gi Han

Won't admit it but he's kind of dumb as hell when it comes to dating. Whereas Ichiban is only oblivious to things like subtle hints or less than obvious flirting, Joon-Gi is kind of just a brick wall. He literally won't know you're into him until you say so. At the same time, he's so direct that he would just confess to you directly himself anyways.

Pretty casual when it comes to dates. He's new at this so whatever you suggest sounds good to him. The easiest for him is shopping as he's pretty into fashion. Would totally pick out matching outfits with you and proceed to do a whole Instagram worthy photoshoot with said outfits.

People always assume he's a top but he's totally a power bottom. He gets embarrassed when he tops and just starts getting flustered. Most gentle kisser in the world. Likes just holding your hand and measuring the difference between the size of your hands and his.

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