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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 2 days

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Angelic Interference

TFW & Winchester little sister!reader

Requested by @s0urw00lf

Synopsis: Sam and Dean don’t want you dating a hunter, so you try to get the angel on your side.

“Hey Sammy?”

Sam looked up when he heard your voice calling for him. You were standing in the doorway to the library, leaning against the frame and trying to look innocent and pleading. Sam recognized the look instantly; you wanted something.

“What is it, squirt?”

You shuffled further into the room, and he noticed you glancing around the room subtly—you were making sure Dean wasn’t there, Sam was sure of it.

“I was wondering if I could go out with a friend tonight?”

Ah.

“And I assume this friend is a boy?” Sam phrased it like a question, but you both knew it wasn’t.

“He happens to be.” You shrugged innocently.

“And who is this boy?” Sam wondered.

“That’s the good part,” you said, but Sam could tell from your tone that he wouldn’t think this was “the good part.” “You already kinda know him.”

Sam frowned.

“I know him? So, he’s a hunter then.” It wasn’t like he had any teenage non-hunting acquaintances.

“Well, his dad is.” You cringed—you could tell already that this wasn’t going well. “And he’s been on a couple of hunts too, I guess.”

“So, he’s a hunter,” Sam repeated.

“Who’s a hunter?” Dean asked as he entered the room.

“No one,” you said quickly, but not quick enough.

“Y/N’s new boyfriend,” Sam said at the exact same time.

“Boyfriend?” Dean was instantly stiff as a board, and you nearly groaned.

“Thanks a lot, Sam,” you huffed quietly, before turning to Dean. “He’s not my boyfriend. It’s just one date.”

“Oh, so it’s a date now,” Sam said, and you were really starting to want to hit him. “Before you said he was a friend.”

“He is a friend!” You argued. “He just…he just asked me out today, it’s the first time, ok?”

“No,” Dean said. “Not ok. You’re not old enough to date, and if you were it wouldn’t be a hunter. It’s too dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” You scoffed.

“We kept you as far away from hunting as we could for a reason,” Dean continued before you could argue. “We don’t want you near it, you know that.”

“Getting involved with a hunter is a bad idea,” Sam added.

“You’re being ridiculous!” You yelled. “I live with hunters! Can’t get much more involved than that!”

“Apparently you can,” Dean grumbled.

“It’s just not the best idea.” Sam was trying to soothe the situation, his voice much gentler than either you or Dean.

“We’ll see about that,” you huffed, closing your eyes.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked.

“Getting an objective opinion, now shush,” you said. “Cas! Cas, we need you!”

A flutter of wings announced the arrival of your angel friend.

“Is something wrong?” Cas asked, worried but calming down quickly when he saw no immediate danger.

“Sam and Dean are being completely crazy,” you said, but unfortunately Cas couldn’t hear you because Dean was saying at the same time—

“Could you please get her to listen to reason.” And Sam was saying—

“I think we need a mediator here.”

“Whoa, whoa.” Cas held up his hands, overwhelmed. “One at a time. Y/N, you’re the one who called me. What’s wrong?”

Dean looked like he was going to protest not being allowed to speak first, but Sam stopped him.

“A friend asked me out on a date, but they won’t let me go.” You glared accusingly at Sam and Dean, until Cas cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Ok. Sam and Dean, why don’t you want her to go?”

“Because he’s a hunter,” Dean said forcefully. “It’s just going to put her in more danger.”

“I already live with—“ you started, but Cas held up a hand and you shut up.

“I think I understand,” Cas sighed. “Y/N, you are already friends with this boy, correct?” Cas asked, and you nodded. “So I don’t see how going on a date with him wouldn’t put you in any more danger.”

Dean opened his mouth to protest, but Sam stopped him.

“She’s still too young,” Sam said.

“That of course is your decision.” Cas shrugged. “But I’m almost certain that the two of you were dating before you were her age.” When Sam and Dean looked at each other to consider Cas’s words, Cas himself glanced at you and winked. You grinned back at him, but dropped the grin immediately when Dean’s eyes turned back to you.

“One date,” he announced grumpily. “But he’s gotta come here first so we can meet him.”

Dean struggled to keep up his grumpy face when you squealed and went in for a hug.

“Ok, ok,” he huffed, hugging you back and refusing to let you see the way his lips were twitching. “But if I don’t like him, he goes.”

“Deal!” You grinned, pulling away. “You’ll love him, I promise! Thanks guys, thanks Cas!” And with that, you ran off to get ready.

“She’s gonna be the death of me,” Dean said, shaking his head. “I just know it.”

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empressdede · 2 days

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Me, U & Jealousy - Chapter 1

Chapter One

“We’ll have Kayla give you the run around with how everything should be set up and she’ll help you get things going. Congratulations on your first day, good luck.” Eddie, a backstage producer had told me before walking off.

I was just hired on as an interviewer for WWE and I couldn’t really say I was that excited. Although this is a big opportunity for me, there was a couple people from my past who were here that I wish I could’ve left in the past.

But when my best friend, Jada, told me about the opportunity, I couldn’t let it slip through my fingers.

“I know it may seem scary but once you get acquainted with everyone, it’ll be easier for you.” Kayla starts as she takes over the tour. “Everyone here is very nice, so don’t be intimidated so easily.”

I let out a laugh, shaking my head at her. “Kayla I don’t think there’s a person here who can intimidate me. I don’t frighten easy.” It was true though. No matter how big, tall or muscular someone could be, it didn’t phase me at all. Not even a little bit.

Kayla laughed right back, “Okay, Good. I know most people come in and they’re so afraid to mess up because they work for such a big company; but I think you have enough confidence to do a great job.”

“Thank you Kayla, that really means a lot coming from you.”

“No problem girl. We’ll go around and introduce you to everyone backstage so that you can-“

“I know that ain’t who I think it is!” A voice called out from afar, and I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes. So much for keeping them in the past.

Kayla and I turned around to watched the entire bloodline walk up to us. Unfortunately I grew up with these fools, our parents were close and they always had us hanging out together. The Uso brothers and Roman were older so they didn’t hang out with me as much as their little brother did.

“We heard you was coming, but we thought Ma was just talking just to talk. Damn, look at lil Sorai.” Jonathon teased as he pulled me into a hug.

I gave him the hug in return but kept it short, pulling away from him. “I’m not lil Sorai, I’m grown now Jon.”

Joshua threw his arm around my neck to pull me into a hug as well. “She think cause she gain a lil weight she grown.” Josh laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“I’m a grown women, thank you.” I stated, pulling back from that hug as well. “I pay big girl bills now just like the rest of em.”

“Don’t think just cause you ‘grown’ you think you can walk around doing whatever. Joe on a mission to keep that whole locker room away from you.” Josh stated, throwing quotations around the word ‘grown’ as if it meant nothing to him.

And in reality, it probably didn’t. Seeing these boys did nothing but push those big brother instincts that they had over me back in high school.

They would run everyone away from me if they could. No boy stood a chance against these boys, and I wasn’t about to let them repeat my high school life all over again.

“Guys, Its been a couple of year. Don’t you think it’s time to drop this big brother act already? I mean We’re all grown now.”

It was Joe who spoke up this time. “Grown? You think she look grown Josh?”

“Nah not even a little bit, what about you Uce?” Josh asked, turning to his twin.

“Still look like the same lil Sorai from the playground. Ain’t that right Solo?” Jon asked his little brother.

Solo stared at me with the most intense look in his eyes before answering his brother. “Yeah, same lil Sorai from the playground.” He agreed, a small smirk on his face.

Solo fucking Sikoa. Damn I couldn’t stand him. Ever since we were kids, he would always teased me about every little thing and made sure to irritate my last nerve just to get a laugh. But it wouldn’t be like that this time around, I’m gonna make sure of that.

“I see you still can’t stand up for yourself Sefa. Guess some things never change.”

“It’s Solo.” He tried to correct but I shrugged him off turning to Kayla who looked amused from the whole interaction.

“Kayla, these fools are my wanna be brothers who tried to scare everyone away from me back in high school.” I stated, giving her the history of how I knew them.

“We don’t try to do nothing. We’ve successfully ran every lame away from lil Sorai because she don’t got time for heart break.” Jon bragged which caused me to roll my eyes.

“It’s a little too late for that. Listen as much as I would love to play catch up, Me and Kayla got things to do and I won’t be caught slacking on my first day. “ I turned around and started walking in the opposite direction of the group of boys to follow Kayla to wherever she had to take me.

“Aye Kayla, when y’all finish up bring her to our locker room so she can know where its at. That way we can play catch up!” Jonathan called out. Kayla let out a shout of agreement with a playful smirk on her face as we continued down the hall.

“So,” Kayla started as soon as we were out of earshot. “Wanna tell me the history behind that?” She asked teasingly.

Oh Lord.

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kani-miso · 3 days

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found this from twt (@rurui000). reddit milgram fans are smart (3 years ago). sora es. renu es.

(about the morse code in the start of undercover) ⬆️

sora as es' name

sora is a gender-neutral name of japanese origin. in japanese, this baby name beautifully translates to "sky." if a baby loves watching clouds or birds fly across the big blue sky, a name like sora can remind a baby of the peace they find in nature. considering most of their uniform is blue and their eyes are blue, this name can be plausible. their name reminding them of nature is very sad imo. if the 'es would be re-used in every future experiment' theory is true, then the only thing that reminds them of the outside world and nature would be their name, the one they no longer know.

sora in kanji can also mean negativelly, like emptiness, and loneliness. although it can also mean 'to be free'. this makes the name sora fit even more because of the loneliness they feel. they have shut themselves away from the prisoners multiple times because they must not become any more closer than an acquaintance. because they don't have anyone else their level, they would be alone with no one to care for their existence, this will cause them to feel empty. if there's no one to care for them and give them the warmth someone deserves, they'll have a gaping hole in their heart.

es is secretly sora the troll trust.

renu as es' name

renu isn't a name that originated from japan, but i guess i'll put it in since there's alot of stuff in milgram that's in different languages. renu is a name originated from india, it means atom, dust, sand, pollen, it means atom, one who is systematic and practical.

if you really want renu as a japanese name, then you can think its just the katakana of 'ren'. ren is a gender-neutral name of japanese origin that has a variety of meanings, depending on which kanji is used to write it. meaning "lotus", this name will inspire a baby to bloom and blossom every day while still being reminded of their roots.

other kanji which can be read as ren include:

漣 meaning “ripple”

廉 meaning “pure, upright”

連 meaning “lead, join, connect”

煉/錬 meaning “kneading, gloss”

恋 meaning “(romantic) love”

練 meaning “practice”

憐 meaning “pity, sorrow, compassion”

renu can be a good name for them, although sora seems more plausible.

for anyone confused on how '---....' is 'sora' and not 'oh', this is using the japanese morse code (wabun code) not the international morse code. using the wabun code makes more sense because it uses the kana characters, unlike the international morse code that uses letters from the latin script.

the reason the morse code can be translated to either sora or renu is because of the space in between the third (-) and first (.). if you dont use a space it'll be sora [(---. = so) (... = ra)], if you put a space it'll be renu [(--- = re) (.... = nu)].

#milgram #milgram project #es milgram #milgram es #milgram theory #milgram analysis

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theonceandfuturequeenoftarts · 2 days

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Harry doesn’t handle it very well, the first day he and Voldemort spend apart.

When he wakes that morning, Voldemort is up and putting on robes much more elegant than any he’s worn since their capture. He’s going to meet with his Death Eaters – he says as much, but Harry had already guessed. No need to dress up and stand on ceremony with someone who’s seen you piss in a bucket.

Harry follows him silently to the library Floo. Voldemort grabs a handful of powder and looks as though he will leave just like that, but at the last minute he goes still.

Facing away from Harry, voice neutral and even, he says, “I will return.”

Harry nods, then makes some vague sound of assent when he realises Voldemort can’t see him. And then the Dark Lord is gone.

He should do one of the many things he’d thought of doing while they were in that cell. Write to Ron and Hermione or other friends and Order members. Go outside and enjoy the sunshine (well, what sunshine there is on a grey autumn day) and fresh air. Eat and drink whatever and as much as he likes.

He drops into a nearby chair and stares at the empty fireplace, hugging his legs to his chest.

It’s fine, he’s fine, Voldemort’s probably fine.

Probably.

Harry tries to remind himself that he’d known whenever Voldemort was being tortured – he could feel echoes through their connection. He would know if something was wrong. The only things he can feel through the bond are mild irritation (which Harry, having dealt with the Death Eaters before, can fully understand) and satisfaction (Nagini, his mind whispers).

Nothing to worry about there.

Harry starts plucking at the chair’s upholstery.

When Voldemort returns later that afternoon, he nearly trips over Harry as he exits the fireplace.

To save the chair from his anxious destruction, Harry had eventually trekked to the kitchen and baked enough bread to feed an army. Channelling his stress into the dough had helped keep him somewhat calm, but he’s pretty sure he overworked a few loaves. That had occupied a few hours, but he’d been too wound up to eat anything, so he’d returned empty-stomached to the library to wait.

And that’s where Voldemort finds him, seated on the hearth, dusted with flour and soot, halfheartedly pretending to read a book and about ready to storm Malfoy Manor or wherever the Death Eaters gather to make sure the Dark Lord is all right.

Which – Harry squints up at him consideringly – he is.

The look on Voldemort’s face is… actually quite funny, were Harry not as strung out as an addict kept from their substance of choice. He’d be more upset about that if Voldemort didn’t look as though their separation had strained him, too.

“Welcome back,” Harry says as he dusts himself off. Might as well sweep the past few hours of losing his mind under the rug and ignore their many, many issues – they’ll be there whenever he’s forced to confront them.

Voldemort is on board for pretending they’re functioning human beings, thankfully. “I’ve brought Nagini.”

And so he has. The four-metre long snake, wrapped around the older man’s torso, peeks her head up from his shoulder at her name.

Harry only hopes his words come out in Parseltongue. “Hello there.”

She rears back slightly, apparently not expecting him to speak her language. “Hatchling. Master says I’m not to eat you anymore.”

“How kind of him,” he says dryly. She hisses in agreement, not catching the sarcasm.

Voldemort unwinds her and sets her on the floor next to Harry. “I’ll leave you two to become acquainted,” he says as he heads towards the library door. “No biting.”

“You would bite Nagini?” she asks warily, coiling away from him. Dammit, Voldemort.

“I wouldn’t dare,” he attempts to reassure. “Your scales are, uh, much too beautiful for me to want to damage them.”

Appeased, she wriggles proudly. “Aren’t they?”

She shifts closer to him, butting her head into his hand. “You should express more appreciation for Nagini’s beautiful scales.”

He’s not entirely sure, but he thinks the giant murder snake is telling him to pet her. He rubs gently along Nagini’s chin and body, drawing contented noises from her. He murmurs some nonsense about how lovely her colouring is and she somehow manoeuvres the majority of her body into his lap and around him, praising him for his warmth. It’s, unexpectedly, really nice.

“Why,” Voldemort calls from the doorway, sounding just the tiniest bit perplexed. “Are there two dozen loaves of bread?”

Whoops.

(A long, hard road)

#codependent trauma buddies #harry potter #voldemort #harrymort #nagini #fic snippet #ALHR #post-VII

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cowgirleddiediaz · 3 days

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'i think you need to accept that people do see a genuine emotional connection between buck and tommy.' i mean no i don't, because as of yet they are essentially acquaintances who kiss sometimes

'like come on, it's very obvious that buck's attracted to him, oliver is acting like he's attracted to him, the dialogue is saying why he's attracted to him and tommy's behaviour is lining up with that. what do i get by pretending that's not happening?' i mean, apart from the fact that tommy's behaviour lining up with being described as 'interesting' is questionable, buck is surrounded by attractive, confident, interesting men all the time, what makes tommy so special? it's obvious That buck's attracted to him, that's not in question, i just don't think it's obvious Why. anyway, sorry, i guess i just like ships where i'm rooting for the characters to kiss more than twenty seconds before they actually do. and as for buddie being signposted, even my mother can see that there's something to that relationship, meanwhile tommy's been a character nearly as long as eddie but absolutely no one was rooting for them in any serious way until the kitchen scene, so...

#ppl can like different things to you #I (and seemingly lots of other folks) *do* think they’re interesting #that’s what you need to accept #911 abc #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #tevan #kinley #911 discourse #dia answers stuff #that one BoB anon

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jihyocentric · 2 days

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sequel to this

it’s not quite jealousy, what sana feels, but something close to it.

she certainly doesn’t miss jihyo. at least, she firmly believes so. sana couldn’t miss someone who was inevitably close to her — in a way she never wished, constantly showing up at her place, to see her best friend. but a part of her, a part sana would never admit existed, inevitably wished none of that had ever happened, even if momo was at her happiest.

over the years, sana has learned how to hide her feelings even from herself. she eventually reached a point where it became hard to identify them, to know what she truly felt. sana believed that perhaps her body had developed an unique way to tell her when it was time for her to acknowledge her feelings. at those times, she would feel physically sick when things were hard to bear and she needed a break.

“what are you-” sana hears a gasp. momo appears in front of her in a matter of seconds, grabbing a plate with the cupcakes she had left on the counter to cool down. now, they were half eaten. “these were for jihyo!”

“jihyo isn’t into sweets.” sana says, as if she doesn’t feel guilty about stealing food from a pregnant woman.

jihyo didn’t look like one yet. it had been no longer than three weeks after jihyo announced her pregnancy to them, and she hadn’t changed at all in terms of appearance. perhaps if jihyo was already showing, sana would regret. but jihyo was far from that, and sana could still pretend nothing was going on until jihyo showed up again, looking for momo, because of course jihyo would want to stick close to the one who made her pregnant.

sana rolls her eyes the same time momo’s bottom lip sticks out, and with her index finger momo counts the number of cupcakes left for jihyo.

“she’s just picky but she likes them,” momo mumbles, a small groan passing through her lips, but she wasn’t angry. momo rarely got angry. sana had never seen her truly, genuinely like that — not with her, at least. “it’s fine, you can eat them. i’ll just make more.”

of course you will, sana thinks to herself as she grabs the cupcakes left and heads somewhere else, slightly irritated with momo’s lack of reaction. if she wasn’t eating in a hurry, wanting to leave before jihyo arrived, perhaps sana would’ve given her a grumpy answer to push her buttons.

sana has, maybe, been trying to get momo to be upset with her. that’s because momo was bothering her, constantly asking her random things about jihyo, as if sana knew everything about her, when in truth, sana knew very little about her ex. her ex. momo seemed to have forgotten about that part of the story quite quickly, because she acted as if sana had only been an acquaintance to jihyo, and then sana started to feel like the impostor between them.

exhibit 1. three days after the fainting incident.

“sana,” momo knocks at the door of sana’s room, getting in before sana got to invite her. “is jihyo into sports? i got, uh… tickets. ‘s for this weekend… but i could only buy two, so don’t be mad!”

that was the first time momo had made her a question about jihyo’s taste for things.

when momo tries to justify wanting to have a date with jihyo without her, sana thinks about telling momo that, in fact, she hated anything related to sports and consequentially hated watching games with her, but there was a chance momo would be sad if she knew about that, so sana doesn’t mention it.

“maybe? i think she plays tennis, or something.” sana doesn’t take her eyes off her phone, not wanting the conversation to last long. “why don’t you ask her?”

“uhhh,” momo scratches her nape. “i just want to impress her, i guess.”

momo only gives sana half of an answer. jihyo made her nervous, which was only natural as she was momo’s first girlfriend — not that momo had really asked her to be her girlfriend, but jihyo was. she became her girlfriend only a few minutes after momo woke up from fainting.

in a certain way, their situation was comic. momo’s three days long girlfriend had also been sana’s first girlfriend. it was like sana was being a good friend and testing the waters so that momo could dive in. deep. and with no fears.

“oh, trust me, jihyo is very easy to impress,” sana lets out a sort of laugh, slightly sarcastic with her words. “was that all you wanted to ask?”

sana can smell the chocolate from the second batch of cupcakes from her room as she got ready to go out. she had actually done a good thing by eating the ones momo had previously made, as jihyo would get even better ones — they would still be warm by the time she ate them. and momo had apparently added more chocolate to the second batch.

again, thinking about jihyo and momo’s happiness makes sana feel uneasy.

exhibit 2.

“i need a real job, right?” momo says randomly one day, when they’re mindlessly catching up with a tv show they only watched together. “jihyo told me she wants me to meet her parents. but i can’t meet them if i can’t promise i’ll take care of her and our baby’s needs. i can’t jus’ show up at their house and say i’m broke and stuff... she’s loaded and all, but...”

“you’re not broke.” sana answers simply, not really paying attention at first to what momo was trying to say.

“because i only spend money with myself,” momo whines. “do you know how expensive a baby can be? because i don’t. but i have a feeling that it’s going to be a lot more than what i make with volleyball.”

upon listening about jihyo’s pregnancy, sana no longer wants to stay in the living room with momo. her mood changes completely, and the popcorn she’d been snacking on was no longer tasty. she leaves the bowl at the table near the couch. “have you talked to jihyo about this?”

“we don’t… talk a lot.” momo blushes and redirects her eyes to the tv instead of sana. “w-well, next time we’re together i’ll try to talk to her about this. but i should, right?”

“if i were you, i would probably look for an extra income.” sana says, giving an honest, jealousy-free advice. her throat tightens, as if her body was refusing to help momo. sana forced her voice to come out. “a baby is expensive. even if jihyo can deal with the expenses on her own, you should do your part.”

sana’s advice makes momo drink her soda like it’s beer, wondering why she came inside and ended up in such a situation. instantly, she thinks about sex with jihyo and her cheeks become red. remembering her nights with jihyo is enough for her to stop making herself stupid questions and start wishing they could do it all again soon.

before leaving, sana lets momo know that she would probably return later at night.

she shouldn’t leave that night — she was starting to feel sick, her body was warm from what seemed like the beginning of a fever, but sana knew that was all her mind’s fault. there was no reason for her to feel that way other than her repressed feelings, and there was no better way to fight them than being busy with better things.

unfortunately, sana’s date never arrives at the place they had agreed to meet on. the girl cancels their date over texts and apologizes for the inconvenience, but sana doesn’t text her back. she ends up in a bar instead of going home, the thought of returning sober and possibly having to see things that would bother her when they shouldn’t encourage her to stay.

sana usually doesn’t drink a lot. never more than she could bear. she did when she was with jihyo, because jihyo, despite being way more responsible than her in most aspects, was keen on getting drunk for fun. that was yet another thing momo didn’t know about jihyo, and sana wonders if the question would ever come up, like all of the others.

sana wasn’t the only one having a bad day, it’s something she notices rather quickly. she watches, curious, the grumpy bartender’s every move from the moment she realizes the girl was quite anxious to leave. tzuyu doesn’t hide it, really, sighing as she made drinks for the clients, checking her phone every couple of seconds, only growing frustrated the more mina made her wait.

when mina eventually arrives, tzuyu is quick to switch places with her.

“you’re late. by an hour.” tzuyu complains, “an hour!”

“bike broke on the way here,” mina grunts, quickly patting her pants and passing her hands over her hair, as if her gestures would make her look more presentable. “i’m sorry, okay? i went home and tried to fix it. didn’t work out, so i walked.”

“again?” tzuyu asks, not doubting the sincerity of mina’s words. she looked like someone who walked all the way there. “just get a new one.”

“i like my bike,” mina says, in defense of her (not so) reliable bicycle. “it’s vintage.”

“and awful. get a new one.” tzuyu says as if it’s an order, quickly changing places with mina and handing her the apron that had been waiting for her to arrive — for about an hour. “i’ll leave early tomorrow. you better be here an hour earlier. oh, and try not to give the blondie over there more alcohol. she’s already had too much.”

“that’s fair, i guess.” mina sighs. “see you tomorrow,” she mutters, with little excitement in her tone.

the confirmation is all tzuyu seems to need before she leaves, closing the door that led to the back of the bar as mina put on her apron.

it’s only then, when sana catches a glimpse of the bartender starting her shift, that she guesses her night didn’t have to be bad all the way to its end. sana raises her hand, getting mina’s attention, wanting to be her very first client of the night.

“i’ll have another of these, cutie.” sana smiles after dropping the pet name. mina sighs.

“are you sure?” mina asks, recognizing the blonde woman tzuyu had talked about. “you haven’t finished your drink yet.”

“oh, are you worried about me?” sana lowers her tone, chin on her hand, crossing her legs in a way that made her skirt rise. unfortunately, mina couldn’t see her thighs the way sana intended her to see, not behind the counter.

mina seems unimpressed with sana’s attempt of flirting. she smiles and offers sana a short nod, as if she was putting an end to their brief conversation, and starts to make her drink. clients like sana were frequent, mina has learned how to deal with them — keeping a nonchalant face usually sent them away.

“it’s sana, by the way.” sana says, sipping the remains of her drink. the alcohol wasn’t as strong as it was when she started drinking, but sana guesses that her tolerance had grown after the amount of those she’d drank.

mina prepares the drink in an almost robotic way. she didn’t love working as a bartender, of course she wouldn’t as someone who quite enjoyed peace and quiet, but sometimes it was therapeutic, as if she was playing a cozy game — except for the fact that she also dealt with drunk people and there was loud music playing at all times, which wasn’t cozy at all. her job became considerably harder, though, when she had clients like sana.

mina feels sana’s gaze on her the entire time she’s preparing her drink. she places the final product on the counter for sana, and, without starting a conversation, she gets other people’s orders. surprisingly, sana doesn’t try to talk to her for a good while, until she’s ready for another drink.

“c’mere, cutie,” sana calls, making mina sigh before she turned to her. “another one, please. or should i get something else…”

“sana,” it’s the first thing mina says, refusing to call her ‘lady’ or ‘miss’. “you’re here alone, aren’t you? would you like anything without alcohol?”

“so you are worried about me,” sana taunts. “perhaps you’re right. i’m alone and i’ve had enough, but if you go home with me i won’t have any trouble.”

“my shift won’t end any time soon.” mina replies.

“i can wait.” sana offers.

“i have a girlfriend.” mina lies, wondering if that would make her client give up.

“i don’t mind. she could join,” sana muses. “or… we could do it behind her back.”

“so persistent,” mina laughs. “the answer is still a no. would you like some juice?”

sana pouts. “a no won’t do. give me your number.”

fortunately for mina, a client interrupts their conversation. she wouldn’t give her number to a complete stranger, despite finding sana rather cute. young people like sana and herself were usually at bars due to their broken hearts, it’s something mina had learned from experience. mina stayed away from complicated people, no matter how pretty they were — and she didn’t make exceptions.

minutes later, sana’s body is complaining and begging for her bed. she had been there for longer than she should’ve stayed, interested on the cute bartender who couldn’t care less about her. the difficult ones were always the most fun to play with, sana thinks, keeping a smile on her face as she got up and made her way to where mina was, standing face to face with her, the both of them only separated by a counter.

“can i at least know your name?” sana asks, propping her elbows on the counter, showing mina her cleavage, but mina’s eyes never strayed from her face.

mina decides to make her happy one time that night. her first name was a simple information, surely it would be harmless letting sana know about it. “mina.”

“give me your number, mina.” sana insists, trying to give mina her phone so she could type her number.

“i could give you a fake number, did you know that?” mina answers, offering sana an amused smile.

“oh, come on!” sana whines. “i really need to go, cutie. let’s make this quick.”

sana’s back luck didn’t seem to end that night. a group of people soon grab mina’s attention, and sana knew she couldn’t stay any longer. it wasn’t all that bad, though, that she had to leave — mina worked there, and all sana had to do was return to the bar in order to see her. getting her number couldn’t be that hard, right?

if momo knew dating someone could be that good, she would’ve done it sooner. or maybe not, because it wouldn’t be with jihyo then. only if she stole jihyo from sana, and it’s not like she hadn’t, but it’s not like she had either.

it was a fair exchange, really, at least momo thinks so — sana didn’t want jihyo, all momo did was take her when they weren’t together anymore. she did it for sana’s sake, and because she wanted jihyo. back then, in a different way than she does now, but momo still wanted her.

“sorry, bbuyo is a bit lazy.” jihyo explains, slightly embarrassed about her cat’s antics.

the moment jihyo lets go of her hand to grab her cat from the ground, momo closes her fist to find heat, feeling cold when jihyo’s hand is no longer keeping hers warm.

they hadn’t been walking for long. boo seemed like he could be walked for hours, but bbuyo had hardly spent ten minutes walking and he was already tired, meowing for jihyo to pick him up. she eventually did, but only when he stopped walking and laid on the ground, making it impossible for them to keep going.

“let me hold him for you,” momo offers. “he’s quite chunky. must be heavy for you.”

momo did that a lot — not letting jihyo hold heavy things. or whatever she deemed heavy. and jihyo knew it wasn’t necessary, she could perfectly lift heavier items and she held bbuyo like that a lot at home, but when she was with momo, she became suddenly incapable of doing those things. both because momo was always eager to help and because she liked being treated like that, desperately so, wanting to be doted on by momo, never rejecting her help.

“thank you.” jihyo smiles, her eyes almost closing as she does, grabbing boo’s leash after momo takes bbuyo in her arms.

then, boo is the one who wants to make a stop. while bbuyo prefers his owner’s arms, he doesn’t fight against being held by momo. boo, on the other hand, lets his paws reach jihyo’s knee, as if asking to be held as well.

“we should probably sit somewhere,” momo says, looking around to find an empty bench. “there!” she points with her finger.

the weather was particularly cold that day, enough to make them wear thicker clothes. while making their way to the bench, jihyo intertwines her arm with momo’s, leaning her head into her shoulder in search for warmth once they take a sit.

neither of them have the courage to start a proper conversation. from the moment momo started calling jihyo ‘her girl’, they had been a mess. momo was nothing like sana, and jihyo was still trying to figure out how to act around her. as for momo, she didn’t want to mess up, and she’d usually wait until jihyo started a conversation in order to speak.

momo eventually breaks the silence. this time, she has really has to, as it was an important matter she wanted to talk about.

“have you…” momo starts, her nose slightly red due to the weather, cheeks pink. “have you told your parents?”

“i want you to meet them,” jihyo replies, as shy as momo. “but not yet. they’ve been busy, a-and i’m a little… they won’t react badly, i know that, but i don’t know how to tell them.”

momo hums, scratching the back of her neck. the sincerity in jihyo’s voice is concerning, letting momo know that jihyo was just as lost as she was. even then, momo feels some sort of comfort in knowing she wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what to do.

jihyo pulls away, only so she could sit straight, her hand tingling as boo licked her palm. “have you told yours?”

“not yet.” momo shifts the arm supporting bbuyo, letting the cat nuzzle into the other arm. her free arm passes behind jihyo’s back, hand holding her waist. it’s the way momo finds to get her closer, not possessive but caring, as if telling jihyo she wasn’t alone. “we should do this together.”

jihyo relaxes upon hearing momo’s words, surprised that she was tensed up to begin with.

“that would be better,” jihyo says, evident relief coated in her tone.

“next week i’ll start looking for a part time job.” momo says, thumb moving up and down against jihyo’s waist, caressing her covered skin.

“but… what about college?” jihyo instantly searches for momo’s eyes, their noses almost touching as she did little effort to pull away. “y-you don’t have to do that. i can take care of-”

making use of their closeness, momo leans in, lips touching jihyo’s softly, effectively silencing her.

“it’ll be alright,” momo assures, all but whispering her words. her lips meet jihyo’s once more before momo moves away, and jihyo’s head falls instantly on her shoulder, the younger girl evidently shy. momo wasn’t far behind, flushed like jihyo. “i’ll keep studying and i won’t leave volleyball, don’t worry about that. both of you are my responsibility now. i’m just taking care of you.”

momo hardly knows how she manages to give jihyo such reassurances, with words that seemed rehearsed due to how nicely they fell past her lips, but she’s relieved she’s able to do that. jihyo melts into the embrace of momo’s arm, cheeks burning as her words sink into her head.

she was momo’s responsibility now. for the first time in her life, jihyo felt like she truly belonged to someone.

much against sana’s wishes, jihyo’s visits start happening more frequently. seeing her with momo became a regular occurrence. they looked happy, always with big smiles on their faces, looking flushed around each other but still incapable of not being in each other’s arms at all times.

sana wonders why jihyo didn’t invite momo over to her apartment instead. she lived alone after all. that was one of the multiple things sana vividly remembered about jihyo — she’d been there plenty of times, enough to remember how jihyo used to complain about wanting her to stay for longer every time sana would leave, because she felt lonely when sana left.

sana had quite a lengthy list of things she didn’t like about jihyo, but her clingy behavior was what bothered sana the most, especially now that she wasn’t hers. jihyo was never truly hers, at least not from sana’s perspective at that moment, but a sulking voice in sana’s head would tell her that the girl momo had in her arms more often than not used to be hers.

and it’s not that sana missed jihyo, if she missed anything it surely wasn’t jihyo herself, but she wanted what momo had. it’s not like what jihyo and momo were living could ever happen with her — if jihyo had never gotten with momo, she would’ve been forgotten rather quickly. and sana didn’t have what it took to get her pregnant by accident.

whatever momo and jihyo had was never meant to be sana’s story. and yet, the most egoistic part of sana crumbled as a consequence of their happiness. that very part of sana also made her ask herself how they could be so happy when they had just ruined their lives with an early kid, and they hardly even knew each other.

of course that would only result in trouble in the future, sana thinks. momo had yet to know the controlling, obsessive person jihyo hid behind a seemingly innocent character, and jihyo would eventually find out that momo would never be what sana knew jihyo wanted her to be… they wouldn’t live happily ever after, there had to be something that would get in their way-

“we’re going out.” momo announces, hand in hand with jihyo, the backpack she wore already letting sana know she wouldn’t return that day, but momo tells her regardless of that. “…and we’ll play tennis tomorrow, my sister will be there. will you come with us?”

“i have a date tomorrow.” sana lies, both wanting to see if she would get any reaction from jihyo and making up an excuse. “have fun you two.”

it’s hard to detect sana’s change of behavior when she’s busy with loving — momo was falling deep for jihyo, without even knowing what she felt was love.

it blinded momo to sana’s obvious change with her. sana wouldn’t usually pass up a chance to hang out with momo and her sister, especially not for a date, but momo guesses sana didn’t want to go because of jihyo, which was understandable.

when momo and jihyo leave, momo’s hand is on jihyo’s waist and the both of them are laughing to something silly momo says. sana feels bitter all over again. conveniently enough, she ends up making use of the bartender’s name and finds her social media. sana tries sending a message, and, unsurprisingly, she is left on read.

“what’s the menu for tonight, chef?”

a tired, soft voice reaches momo’s ears. she’s busy looking for the greens in their groceries, wanting to start the recipe with them, when jihyo’s arms sheathe her waist. momo smiles at the feeling of a plump cheek against her back — jihyo is like a cat staying where she deemed a good place, uncaring of her weight falling against momo, using her as a support.

“remember that old lady i told you about? the cheesecake lady,” momo takes green onions out of the bag.

“the granny you flirted with?” jihyo utters, teasing momo with her question.

“yep,” momo’s confirmation makes jihyo laugh against her back. “she was trying to have her way into my heart and gave me this family recipe. i wasn’t expecting lasagna, but, apparently she’s italian! she does have an accent,” momo mutters, putting the items of a grocery bag out, on the counter. “do you like spinach?”

jihyo nods, letting momo feel her gesture, and hums, a soft noise similar to a cat’s meow. “so you really like her. should i be concerned?”

it’s not sudden, but a deepening of the warm feeling in her chest — momo feels her heart thumping with the display of jealousy. they were only just getting used to each other and momo knew she could do that forever: having jihyo’s smaller frame lying comfortably against hers, casually talking about trivial things, being teased sweetly by her girlfriend. momo loved that. already loved jihyo.

“i really like you.” momo says, slightly defensive, her voice reaching a higher pitch. “but maybe you should.”

jihyo pinches her tummy and momo hears a whine. “you shouldn’t be saying these things to your pregnant girlfriend, hirai.”

“you like my name.” momo coos. she’s no longer separating the ingredients for their dinner, her hands are on the counter, fully distracted by jihyo. “should we use it on our baby?”

jihyo blushes at that, heart racing at the direct mention of their baby. “only if i get to pick their first name.”

“fair enough.” momo turns around, making jihyo have to release her momentarily. the lack of physical contact doesn’t last long, and soon momo is the one with her hands on jihyo’s waist, making the younger girl wrap her arms around her neck. “you’re very pretty, jihyo.”

jihyo had been told that very same thing plenty of times. such praises weren’t new to her, yet momo was the only person who made her believe it. momo wasn’t just saying that to try and take her to bed — in the past, jihyo wouldn’t mind to hear those words while being fully aware of the intentions hid behind them. now, the same words are but sweet reminders that she didn’t need people like that, like sana, to feel the way momo made her feel.

“even without makeup?” jihyo asks.

“even more without it. and you smell so good,” momo moves closer, nose bumping into jihyo’s neck. “i should’ve joined you in the shower.”

“i could always take another with you,” jihyo whispers, closing her eyes at the tender impact of momo’s lips on her neck.

momo smiles, her hands falling down to jihyo’s bare thighs, learning that jihyo wore nothing but her panties under the big shirt she had on. “i thought you wanted to sleep before dinner.”

“d-did i say that?” jihyo lets out meekly, a weak moan leaving her lips as momo slid her panties down, letting it fall to jihyo’s feet.

“uh huh,” momo teases, “you said you were tired and i can’t let my girlfriend skip her rest. besides, you need energy for tomorrow.” momo says, lips against jihyo’s neck, hands on her hips. before jihyo gets to protest, momo offers a solution to their problem. “i’ll just have to make you sleep then. i have a few ideas, wanna hear about them?”

when momo pulls away from jihyo’s neck, looking at jihyo’s eyes and waiting for an answer, she receives a kiss instead, and legs wrapping around her waist.

it takes more effort than it should for them to make it to the bedroom.

momo bumps into some furniture and a couple of walls, incapable of not doing so with such needy lips glued to hers, lips that would complain if she broke their kiss in order to see where she was heading. if jihyo wasn’t already carrying, perhaps momo would make her a mother right then and there, this time fully aware of what she was doing.

exhibit...? (sana should probably stop counting.)

“is it too early to marry jihyo?”

the question is made the day after jihyo meets momo’s sister, as soon as momo joins sana in the living room. it takes sana off guard, but momo seems rather serious about her question.

“it’s been two months since you met her.” sana says. her head aches all of a sudden, and sana fixes her posture on the couch in order to look at momo. “you’re not really thinking about that, are you?

“i am,” momo replies. she smiles, reminiscing the days she spent with jihyo. “my sister loved her. i love her. we’re having a baby together,” momo gives out her reasons. “wouldn’t it be appropriate to just marry her?”

sana shakes her head. “you don’t have to marry her just because you got her pregnant. you barely know her.”

“it’s impossible to know everything about someone.” momo pouts. “i don’t know everything about you, but i love you and we live together. we are kind of married if you think about it.”

“it’s different, momo.” sana sighs.

“i know her enough.” momo says, softer this time. but more serious.

sana doesn’t give her an answer this time, choosing silence over saying what she might regret.

“it’s just… even though we were together only a couple of hours ago, i miss her. i never felt this way before,” momo mutters, frowning as she speaks. “it’s like… i’m constantly yearning for what i already have. and i know she feels the same.”

“marriage is not something you decide on this quickly.” sana replies. and neither is having a baby, but at least that could happen by accident. sana doesn’t say what she wants to say, feeling a burning discomfort in her chest in return. she stands up, ending their conversation shortly. “i’m going to bed. need to wake up early in the morning.”

momo is left alone in the living room, confused as to why sana seemed upset when she left. even sana’s behavior wasn’t enough to make momo stop thinking about marrying jihyo, and sana is long forgotten so that momo could think about her situation with jihyo.

that night, momo can only sleep after jihyo sends her a photo of her in bed with her cat, smiling as she cuddled with him, still with her glasses because she had been reading.

momo almost tells jihyo she loves her then, but telling that to her without being able to kiss her wouldn’t be as fulfilling. all momo can do is wish to see jihyo again soon, so that she could let her know about her feelings and see her pretty smile when the three words were revealed to her.

#momo #sana #jihyo #mina #mohyo #slight misana #mostly sfw #non rq

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silverwhittlingknife · 5 months

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Hey I was stalking ur page just now and tripped over the “dick and tim and food” posts and it made me think of how, during the “Robin in keystone city” arc, pizza is brought up at least twice, and both times tim specified that he doesn’t want pineapple on the pizza. BUT iirc tim normally enjoys or at the very least tolerates pineapple on pizza, and I wanted to know if you thought maybe tim was avoiding pineapple pizza bc it’s a tim and dick thing for him and he’d miss his brother or something

Or maybe I’m just being weird or something idk

HEADCANON ACCEPTED I LOVE THIS

(the context of the panel is that dick ordered pizza, and alfred told him that he could've made food, so dick is saying "uh huh but i bet you wouldn't willingly make anoudille and pineapple pizza though" and alfred is all "no i would NOT and i can barely tolerate that you're eating it in front of me")

anyway so YES clearly tim can't eat andouille or pineapple pizza without Dick!! it'd be lonely

#i guess the alternate possibility is that tim doesn't actually like pineapple on pizza #but pretended to dick that he did early in their acquaintance and now it's too embarrassing to say he doesn't actually #but i do think of tim as someone who's very hung up on little symbols #and he would totally have a bunch of nostalgic feelings about some food item & decide not to eat it out of loyalty #ijust in general i tend to think of both dick and tim as very past-focused characters #which is not the usual take on dick esp. now when it's more popular to contrast him 100% with batman #where it's all 'bruce is past-focused and that's BAD and dick is future-focused and that's GOOD'#but some of the comic moments i always think of are dick going 'don't you REMEMBER' to bruce in b 416 #and then tim going 'i remember it all' in lpod and 'i want him to be the batman i REMEMBER'#like. they're both sorta very invested in the past and in preserving what was good about the past #and then r0 is just dick and tim telling each other their backstories & prodigal is all about dick's memories #and dick and babs have a bunch of fights about whether dick is too nostalgic for the past in nightwing #anyway i think my point is that dick & tim would separately ascribe emotional meaning to some random pizza they ate together #and then be unable to discuss it w/anyone including each other bc they're repressed #ask tag

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ashmp3 · 4 months

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honest to god i think i was born to be some kind of dominatrix i have it in me i think... because why did one of my acquaintances yesterday ask for my number bc his friend asked him about me several times and he was like that woman is an enigma. anyway i could name him handsome guy bc thats how i refer to him with my friends but i said "i told that guy (that asked abt me) he looks like vuk mob? ive been nothing but rude. is this how im supposed to act and people will flock to me?" and he was like "yeah i think so bc u keep making fun of me in a very funny way and you make me laugh and i already have a pet name for you" and i was like damn im not aries venus i cant do this and after giving him my number i was like "nvm. delete my number now. i am a bad person and u dont want ur friend to suffer" and he just laughed at me

#me saying acquaintances bc i dont consider none of them my friend bc im insane but ik all of them consider me their friend sorry for being #like this. he is GORGEOUS by the way like i showed him to my mom and she was like Oh hes a model? And do you KNOW how handsome of a man u #gotta be to be called a model? but i dont know hes such a pathetic entity to me which i adore little wet kitten to me. 193cm tall kitten #but yeah he is fun i enjoy his company i think he at least. at least has adhd. and i really hope he deletes my number i dont need this in m #life i will just ghost him which is terrible dont put me in that position yk i told him that #if u read this well consider it T(eo)MI of the day i guess #tt

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norstrum-art · 1 year

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[Image description: A colored digital drawing of Mafuyu Asahina from Project Sekai: Colorful Stage. She is in three-fourths view facing the left, sitting down with her hands in her lap and her legs dangling. She glances to the side with an expressionless face, a shadow cast over her eyes. She is wearing the Rose Cage costume in dark blue, which consists of a knee-length white blouse dress adorned with frills, lace details, and many buckle accessories. On the side of the dress is a long, dark blue frilly fabric with small gold stars on it that nearly touches the ground; at the end of it hangs a gold crescent moon. The background is a dull gradient of lavender to grey. End image description.]

Go girl give us nothing!!!!!!

#me 🤝 mafuyu -> feeling near 0 emotions and having to mask around strangers and acquaintances #and I just drew her in this bc I like the outfit #also. don't ask me what she's sitting on..... I didn't think that far ahead....... leaf me alone...............#my art account is separate from my main not a side blog so I log in here like oh notifs!!! thank you besties <3 #mafuyu asahina #project sekai #proseka #pjsekai #25 ji nightcord de #nightcord at 25:00 #I mean. I guess I'll tag the group *shrug emoji*#norstrume art #norstrum art

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