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xxbimbobunnyxx · 9 months

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Sugar and Spice: Part 1

(E.M. x Fem!Reader x S.H.) Part 2 Series Masterlist.

Summary: Steve has massive crush on you, Eddie’s childhood bestfriend who just came home from collage. The only problem is you despised him in highschool and he’s pretty sure Eddie’s in love with you.

Warnings: Eventual smut, pining, love triangle, no upside down, eventual steddie x reader, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, fluff, no use of Y/N so definitely a billion pet names. There’s not really any for this chapter, it’s mostly setting the scene for the rest of the story. Mentions of sex and some swearing. I will add additional warnings each chapter! But still my work is always 18+MNDI

A/N: Okay I found this in my docs and I was reading over it and got inspired to keep writing it. I’ve had this idea in my head for a long time about a Reader who has a kind of like pastel goth type of aesthetic. Like she plays D&D and loves horror but also really loves chick flicks and pink. She listens to Black Sabbath but then will turn around and listen to Blondie in the same 10 minutes. Collects Care Bears but has read every Anne Rice book. I feel like both Eddie and Steve would lose their minds over that. There will be no physical descriptions of reader besides the outfits she wears, which will be things like big chunky goth boots and fuzzy pink sweaters. Ngl it’s kinda self indulgent of me but I hope there’s others who can relate to her.🤭 divider I used is by: @firefly-graphics

Steve wasn’t obsessed with you, at least he tried to convince himself that was the case. He hadn’t seen you since you graduated and moved to the city. But ever since you’ve been back it’s like he sees you everywhere. You come into his work sometimes and rent horror movies, or on rare occasions you rent something totally cute and left-field like The Little Mermaid. You wore outfits that were somehow the hottest and cutest thing he’s ever seen at once, his favorite he’s ever seen you in was this short little black skirt and a pink button up cardigan that you replaced the buttons with little skulls all brought together by the big platform boots you’re usually wearing. That contrast just made him more infatuated with you. You were like sugar and spice wrapped up in one really beautiful girl.

But there were TWO major problems, one being that you hated him In highschool. He was an arrogant asshole who thought he was better than everyone, could do whatever he wanted and looked down on the kind of people you hung around. You were pretty quiet but outspoken and opinionated when you wanted to be, kept close to the few friends you had and always had your head in some kind of horror or vampire book that Steve would definitely not understand but would’ve totally listened to you talk about all day just to hear you talk about something you loved. He always thought you were pretty, even in highschool when you used to dress a lot more reserved. Mostly ripped jeans, the occasional Care Bears tee, and shirts of bands he didn’t know. He even asked you out once Junior year before he got with Nancy and you laughed in his face and said “yeah fucking right Harrington, good one” But now? You’re always wearing those little mini skirts, low cut tank tops, and ripped up fishnets. Steve literally feels like he can’t think around you.

Which brings him to problem number two…Eddie. You and Eddie are bestfriends and have been since middle school, he’s part of the reason you never liked Steve because of the way he and his friends treated Eddie. Even though Steve was never directly mean to YOU, his friends were and that was enough. But Steve and Eddie had a recently developed… acquaintanceship due to their mutual friendship with Dustin. It took some time and convincing but once they got past their preconceived notions of each other they were able to be civil. Eddie being in the group meant when you came back naturally you were integrated in as well. Which means Steve has seen you in an actual social setting multiple times now.

You think that would be great, right? Wrong. Eddie was constantly touching you. Holding your hand, putting his arms around your waist, you sitting IN HIS LAP. It drove Steve fucking crazy, especially because he knows that Eddie loves you and he feels just a little bad about it because he had actually started to really like Eddie and maybe even began to see him as a friend. But seeing him all over you drove him insane and made him have a bad taste in his mouth every time he heard his name. He was pretty sure you loved Eddie. The way you looked at him and the gentle way you handled him and spoke to him like he wasn’t the resident metalhead drug dealer but a giant teddy bear that needed to be hugged and cared for.

Steve would’ve given up in an instant if you said you were Eddie’s girl, but you always said you guys were bestfriends despite the fact that Eddie definitely called you his girl on multiple occasions to the entire group. You definitely had feelings for him. He could see it but there was also something keeping you from making it official and that gave Steve hope. Especially once you warmed up to him and started sitting on HIS lap sometimes. You would just come and plop down across his knees looking at him all sweet like it was the most casual thing and you didn’t just make his brain short circuit. You started calling him cute little pet names and kissing his cheek every time you saw him.

Again, these things would all be fantastic IF you didn’t do all the same things and more with Eddie. Every time you sat on Eddie’s lap he literally wanted to rip you off of him and kiss you right in front of Eddie’s smug face. He was always smirking at Steve over your shoulder because he knew Steve liked you. He confronted him about it last week when they were at the arcade with Dustin and Mike.

“So. You like her don’t you?” Eddie just asked him out of the blue. Steve looked at him with a confused look on his face not really registering what he meant at first “Huh? Like who?”

“Don’t play dumb man, you know who I’m talking about” Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes

“Why would you think she would ever like you back? You treated us like shit in highschool and just because she’s more confident and can stand to be in the same room as you, now you want her? Fuck that. She deserves better than that, she is so much more than how she looks.”

Steve was kind of taken back at first, knowing he wasn’t exactly wrong “You don’t think I know that Munson? I don’t just like her because she’s hot. She also has this confidence and energy about her that’s just really attractive. She’s fucking funny and not afraid to be herself. She’s got that whole sugar and spice thing going on where she’s so sweet and gentle one second and the next she’s cussing like a sailor going off on these cute little tangents. I thought we established I’m not the guy I was in highschool anymore. I’m not some player trying to go through women. I like her.” he kind of didn’t mean to say ALL of that but it just kept coming out once he started talking about you he couldn’t help it.

“Okay I get it, you actually like her. Either way she’s never going to go for you, you aren’t even her type.” He grabbed the sleeve of Steve’s bright blue crew neck “I’ve never seen her be into a pretty boy like you, she likes dudes who look like they’re part of the lost boys clan or the dudes she sees on MTV.”

Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes “Sooo, you then? If you love her so much then why aren’t you with her?” Eddie flushed and his face fell slightly “because man, she’s the most important person in my life. Imagine if we got together for real and then we broke up? Things wouldn’t be the same between us, I might lose her entirely”

“When you say ‘for real’ what does that mean?” Steve asked him, hoping it didn’t mean what he thought it meant.

“I mean we do a lot of couple things, we go on bestfriend dates, we are super affectionate with each other, we fuck sometimes, but both of us are scared if we decided to be together for real it would ruin it” Eddie shrugged like he didn’t just metaphorically punch Steve in the chest with that information.

“So what? Are you guys exclusive or what? Because if you’re not, I’m going to ask her out.” Steve just shrugged trying to play it off.

“Dude. Are you seriously going to ask out my girl after what I just said!?”

“Yeah, DUDE. You just said she wasn’t yours so is she or isn’t she?”

“Now that I finally have you around without Eddie I can ask the question I’ve been dying to ask, what’s the deal with you two? Are you like, together?” Robin suddenly asked you out of the blue.

Her and Nancy finally convinced you to have a girls day with them. You went and got mani pedis and picked up lunch so you could eat it back at Nancy and Jonathan’s apartment while you watched some movies Robin got from work.

“I mean… Technically? No. You could say we are like bestfriends with benefits I guess? We have kind of been fooling around off and on since sophomore year of highschool when we lost our virginity to each other.”

“And you’re… okay with that?”

“Yeah Robin, I’m okay with it. We decided a long time ago that us being together for real wasn't really an option. Imagine if we broke up? I couldn’t handle losing him.” You bit your lip, just the thought of losing Eddie made you anxious.

Now you had Nancy curious “So have you ever been with anyone else? Or are you guys like exclusive friends with benefits? Because if you’ve only ever been with him I’d say you’re pretty much together anyways.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve had hookups and flings, so has Eddie. I had a few guys I went on a couple dates with when I was gone at school but I’ve never had an actual relationship really. Neither has he.”

“So you’re telling us, you’ve been fucking on and off and on for almost EIGHT YEARS, never had a real relationship, and yet you guys still aren’t actually together? Don’t you think that’s maybe the reason neither of you have ever had a relationship? You’re stuck on each other?” Nancy, always the voice of reason.

“I absolutely know that’s why, I compare every guy to Eddie and no one has measured up. He treats me like a princess, why would I want a boyfriend who treats me anything less than that?” You shrugged and took another bite of your egg roll.

“Okay but what about when you do find that person? Or he does? What then? Things will change either way.” Robin questioned. She had her own reasons for bringing this all up in the first place. She knew Steve liked you, and he made her promise not to mettle but just asking if you were single isn’t meddling, right?

“I don’t know Robin, we’ve never talked about it. We will cross that bridge when the time comes.” You hoped they would let it go after that. It’s not that you necessarily didn’t want to talk about your relationship with Eddie, it’s just whenever anyone brings up that it probably has an eventual expiration date you feel like your whole world is crashing down.

“So there’s really no one you’ve ever thought you really really liked?” Okay, maybe she was reaching meddling territory now.

“Nope. Never. Can we just watch dirty dancing now?”

You didn’t feel like elaborating more than that, especially since recently there was someone you’d started to like. It was confusing and very much against your will but you had started to develop a small crush on Steve. You tried really hard to give him the cold shoulder when you first got back, you spent years with feelings of animosity towards him but if even Eddie could give him another chance you figured you could too. Then of course he had to be just so sweet, and such a gentleman, always telling you that you looked pretty and he smelled so good. It honestly made you want to punch him in the face. Or kiss him. Or both.

Robin narrowed her eyes at you but decided to drop it for now, even though she could tell there was definitely something you weren’t telling them with how quickly you decided to change the subject.

“Yeah okay, let’s watch the movie. But I’m not letting this go forever.”

“I didn’t even think for a second that you would.” You laughed and pressed play on the VHS.

Your love life wasn’t brought up anymore after that but that didn’t keep you from thinking about it. What would happen if Eddie got a girlfriend? You and him were never exclusive but the thought of him actually loving someone made you feel sick. Did he feel the same way? You hoped he did. Does that mean you want things with him to be exclusive? You’d never really allowed yourself to have those thoughts but now you were starting to wonder.

Then there was Steve, who just added to your confusion. Something about him just drew you to him, even back in highschool when you felt nothing but negative feelings toward him it was like he was everywhere you looked. Maybe you always had a small crush on him but would’ve never in a million years admitted it to yourself back then. It’s not like you would’ve ever had a chance, he treated everyone like you like dirt under his shoe. He never bullied you directly but him picking on your friends was enough to tell you how he probably felt about you too. Then you remember that one time Junior year when he asked you out, did he actually mean it? The thought that he might like you made your insides heat up and you felt like one of those girls you used to make fun of in highschool for swooning over him.

Robin could practically see the gears turning in your head, it was very obvious you weren’t watching the movie at all and she knew she told Steve she wouldn’t involve herself but she just had this feeling…

“You like Steve don’t you?” Robin’s voice snapped you out of your cycle of spiraling thoughts and you whipped your head around to look at her.

“What!?”

#eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steddie x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #steve harrington angst #steddie x fem!reader

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cutedice · 1 year

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Luffy, Usopp + Buggy w/ an so (gn) who is SO INCREDIBLY SILLY

Like the so is basically a jester. a little fella. just mindless entertaining fun 24/7 with this guy.

((Anon. You are my new favorite anon ever.))

When the S/O is Silly!

Characters: Luffy, Usopp, Buggy Warnings: None, fluff.

Everything is GN!

LUFFY

- He's all for the goofy behavior.

- Seriously, if you can make him smile he's 100% already vibing with you and you make him smile constantly.

- He's always ready to play with you or just listen to you tell jokes.

- People already compare him to the sun, and he never really understood that until he met you.

- He also 100% has a prank war going with you. It's endearing at first but now it's an actual war and the other Strawhats have been picking sides.

- So far you're winning, much to his annoyance. But, he can't pout for too long when he hears your laugh and looks over to be met with such a warm expression on your face.

- If you want an easy way to get to him when he is in a mood, physical comedy gets him a lot. He's a sucker for slapstick. Slip on a banana peel for the man.

- He'll always make sure you aren't hurt afterwards, so no worries! He just... has to stop laughing first.

- You can pout at him all you want after, but it won't do much.

- "C'mon, (Y/N)! You just- and- and the noise you made--" and he's hunched right back over losing his mind.

- Come on, how could you stay mad at him? Well, you can't! Because he finds it so funny, he tries to replicate it so you can see what he saw.

- Ends with you both lying on the deck, cheeks red and heads fuzzy from the lack of air, but genuinely enjoying each others company so much.

- Luffy wouldn't trade the feeling for the world.

USOPP

- Let's be real, he appreciates comedy. And, while he loves childish jokes and acts he also enjoys most other forms (except Robin's).

- But he loves yours!

- He makes a lot of self deprecating jokes at himself, it's his fall back and, while he doesn't do it enough to be concerning, he also doesn't hold back.

- But, none of those jokes last long when you're around!

- Cheesy pickup lines always get him to laugh. Sometimes you might get a blush or a bashful turn-away, but he's always laughing and fighting back chuckles.

- He loves hearing you add onto his tall tales. Commit to this man's bits!! He will love you!

- Get's even more entertaining if you act it out with impressions, play it up with him! Be nerds! Drama kids!

- You can't play any acting game together because you just wind up laughing too much to participate.

- One of his secret favorite things you do to make him laugh is when you sit in his little corner with him and purposely put something together wrong.

- "Y/N, pfft, I- I asked you to make a cube! How- how'd you make a triangle? Where- where's the other piece?"

- This situation is a win all around because it makes him laugh, he gets an ego boost in helping you, and if you really don't know how to build stuff or don't want to then he'll never know!

BUGGY

- As a clown himself, Buggy has been known to appreciate the finer forms of comedy.

- So, needless to say if you throw a pie at someone you're already a star in his book.

- Okay, he might be a little more mature than that and the pie might have to be well timed, but a well time pie throw is still a win! Really, if your timing is pretty good you'll land most jokes with him.

- Not to say everything needs to be timed. Sometimes silly things just happen with him.

- He's a walking shenanigans magnet and if you can double down on that and make it a positive thing for him he'll adore you.

- Plus, you so graciously taking the butt of the captain's jokes and pranks has the rest of his crew and Alvida praising you (mostly due to their mild annoyances to them).

- Buggy does pull pranks by the way. Constantly. But, he always, without fail, get's flustered when you catch him trying to set one up or mid-lie.

- Full body, red faced, you swear you can hear steam coming out of his ears. But, he always ends up laughing with you afterwards. It's funny once he looks back on the scene after a few minutes of denial and he can admit that much at least.

- And, you never laugh at him. Well, not in a bad way. He gets defensive, he's got a sensitive ego and he's greedy; but you only see him as... well, your fun partner in crime!

- That's right. If you've got the confidence to go head-to-head with him then you're officially his partner in crime! You don't really get a choice in this, he'll drag you along with his plans.

- Of course, he takes all the credit for any joke he might pull on the crews. He doesn't want you to get in trouble. Plus, he gets mild entertainment watching them treat you like your innocent.

- It's like having a spy on the inside as you come back to him with everyone's plans and schedules, and you two have a late night planning session.

- "So, if Alvida and Mohji are on the island that leaves--" he turns to face you for some help only to see you mid air plane throw at his head.

- You maintain eye contact for a moment before he grins and suddenly a hand is on your side, tickling you into surrender. "Hah! Try and best me again I dare you!"

#monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #usopp one piece #usopp x reader #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #op x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #x reader headcanons

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kiztae · 1 year

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give you everything ― k.taehyun x f.reader

word count: 1,9k.

genre: best friends to lovers, love triangle (sort of), angst, suggestive.

summary: when your ex-best friend gets drunk at a party, you take care of him. however, past memories and feelings come back and things take a turn.

cw: metions of alcohol consumption, slightly under the influence, making out, marking, grinding.

note: my first work and first post on tumblr, hope you enjoy it.

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“i need to get you away from all this.” you say while looking around the room and then back at him. “c’mon, get up.”

after sitting beside taehyun for what felt like hours, you got up to get him out of the room.

taking care of him meant you had to constantly bring him glasses of water and make sure he kept himself conscious. taehyun doesn’t usually drink a lot, so this is new to you.

he always thought people who got too drunk at parties were dumb for doing things like that in public. but now, he’s the one sitting on the floor against the wall, trying to regain his composure.

you grab taehyun’s arm and then place your hand on his waist to hold him up next to you. his ears show a shade of pink at your bold touch but he keeps it hidden. he tries to shrug you off and mumbles something about not wanting to move, but you’re not letting him stay there any longer.

“i don’t wanna leave. i'm fine y/n... really.” he says while talking at a slow speed, like he was fighting for those words to come out.

you ignore his remarks as you walk out the room. once you reach the hall you take a glance at the rooms and decide that the bedroom at the end of the hall would be a calmer place.

“all i want is for you to get better, and that room was the worst place to sober up. you’re already doing good, so just do as i say okay?” you retort as you make your way to the center of the room and reach for the bed, sitting him on the edge of it.

“whatever.” he slurs while lazily looking around the room and then at you.

you take the bottle of water you had brought and then hand it to him as you sit down on the other edge of the bed. as he drinks the water you look up to the ceiling and start reflecting about the past.

it has been a while since you talked to taehyun. after you started to go out with his best friend nicholas, things felt more distant. not awkward, just, distant.

you met taehyun through nicholas a while ago. you guys went bowling and he introduced you to some of his friends: taehyun being one of them.

after that bowling night, taehyun reached out to you to hang out more often. and so, you two became best friends. you would eat out, watch movies or most of the time, just talk.

however, he wasn’t the only one hanging out with you. you were still going out with nicholas regularly at that time, and you guys were closer than ever. taehyun knew this, and for some reason it bothered him. he didn’t want to accept it, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he liked you, from the very start. he knew it was wrong, how could he like the same girl as his best friend? so, he decided to keep quiet and he never said anything ; until one day.

it happened around two weeks ago, on a wednesday afternoon: you and taehyun were eating some sweets after walking around town. he always bought you sweets, he knew you loved them. you two decided to eat them while sitting in front of the shop. you had called for an uber and while waiting for it you two chatted about whatever crossed your mind.

“hey,” taehyun cut the conversation while he stared at the cars passing by “i need to tell you something.”

“sure... what is it?” you said keeping your eyes on the cars, slightly concerned by his serious tone. you both wouldn’t look at each other.

“i..” he paused. “i had feelings for you.”

you frowned and kept looking at the road, you were about to say something in response but he cut you off.

“but i don’t anymore. i liked you and it’s in the past.” he continued while avoiding your gaze. “you’re going out with nicholas and he’s my bestfriend. i don’t want to lose him, or you.” he states.

“i liked you too, a while back.” you stared at the cars going at a fast speed as you reflected on this. you recently had a feeling he liked and you kept it away for the same reasons as him.

“it’s all in the past, right? we-” taehyun asked you, but it felt like he asked himself that too. “we’re good like this, right?”

“i-“ as you try and answer him, your uber calls. you look at the car and then back at him as you walk off, sighing. “i have to go.”

“how’s nicholas doing?” says taehyun from the other side of the bed, suddenly cutting your train of thought.

your best friend is doing his best to sober up and here you are thinking about useless things. get a grip y/n, you thought.

“he’s okay. haven’t seen him in a bit tho.” you reply while looking to the side.

“oh. why?” he asks while staring at you.

“i told him i didn’t want to see him for some time, i’ve got some stuff i need to sort out.” you sigh. why would he ask about him now? it annoyed you, for an unknown reason. “anyway, i think you’re feeling better aren’t you?”

he let out a small chuckle and he waved the empty water bottle at you. “yup, all thanks to you.”

he looked a bit tipsy but that was it. he definitely felt better and you deemed it to be the right time to leave the room. you stood up and rearranged your dress that had ridden up to your thighs. taehyun’s eyes lingered on them until he looked up to you.

“wait, you're leaving?” he questions while looking disappointed.

“yeah.. i think you’re good, so i'm gonna go back to my friends.” you answer while looking back at him and giving him a small smile. you turn your back and reach for the door until you feel something grab your hand.

“but i don’t want you to leave.” taehyun says as he grabs your hand and stands behind you.

you ground yourself and resist the urge to turn around. you can feel his breath behind you as he sighs. your cheeks start to warm up at the thought of him being close to you again.

“can i-” he looks down “can i kiss you? please y/n” he says quietly.

you turn around and look at him. your flustered expression must say it all since he talks again before you can reply.

“just-” his eyes are fixed on yours “just once, it won't hurt us, i swear.” then, his eyes travel down to your lips.

“no..” you look down “taehyun i’m sorry but i don’t think that’s good neither of us.” you retort.

he sighs and lets go of your hand to run his hand through his hair in frustration. he felt bad after asking for that so shamelessly. “i’m sorry.”

you don’t know why but your heart aches. you know it wouldn’t be right so you reach for the door again, without looking back. you’re about to step but you pause and look down, burying your face in your palms.

“fuck.” you groan in exasperation. you stood there for a few seconds until you could feel taehyun's smirk from behind you.

taehyun’s eyes lock with yours as you turn your head to the side and you feel like your breath got caught in your throat. his eyes are slightly glossy as they burn into yours. you look down at his lips and then look back up to meet his piercing gaze.

“i knew you’d stay.” he whispers as he glares at you from the bed. he stands up and snatches your waist to hold you.

taehyun keeps pulling you into his embrace and you swear both of his hands on you, could break your waist. his touch makes your head spin and your breath quicken.

“just a kiss.” he slurs as he joins his forehead with yours and presses his body closer to you, making you feel all of him. you feel the heat coming off his body, and his breath is so clear against you that it makes your face feel hot. adding the scent of vodka and sandalwood radiating off his body, you become gradually intoxicated by him.

“taehyun..” you hesitate. your voice comes out so low, that if it weren’t for the proximity between you both, he wouldn’t have heard it. “just one kiss.” you comply.

finally gaining confirmation, he wastes no time in grabbing the back of your neck to pull you closer and connect his lips with yours. his other hand travels down to grasp your hip with so much force it makes you let out a small gasp. taehyun’s kiss is ignited with desire. it’s so rough that it almost feels desperate.

you feel like your legs are gonna give out any second with the way he handles you, turning into mush. his tongue slides against your bottom lip asking for permission, you let out a small moan as you open your mouth for him and he swears your moans could kill him. he never lets his mouth leave yours as he clumsily brings you to the bed in hurried movements.

he sits down and lifts you onto his lap without effort. god, those gym sessions really pay off, you think. his hands roam around your body and he feels whatever he can, making you let out shaky breaths between actions. your crotch lands on his suddenly causing friction.

you moan at the sudden contact and you break the kiss. your eyes trail down his body: his ruffled hair, now red and puffy lips from all the kissing, his toned biceps, and lastly, his defined v-line exposed by his shirt that had ridden up. you felt a pool form between your legs as you stared at him in awe.

taking advantage of your ogling, taehyun started doing the same to you. he studied your face, glowing with the glints of light that came into the room, then he observed your body, starstruck by the way your chest was heaving with each breath you took. it was as if he was memorizing every part of you, in fear of never seeing it again.

“a kiss isn’t enough.” he groans as he latches onto your neck and starts to kiss and bite every spot on it. “i need all of you.”

you latch onto him as his hands grip your ass, while he keeps his attack against your neck and collarbone, marking you. with one sharp bite on your collarbone your body reacts instinctively and you rub yourself against his crotch, making him let out a broken whimper.

“oh god” he says between bites. “you’re gonna kill me y/n.” he growls, holding on to your hips to keep them in place with so much force that you’re sure it will bruise you.

“taehyun...” you call in a broken tone. “give me more.”

he’s certain that he’s done for once those words leave your lips. he inches you closer to his crotch and makes you rub against it again, kissing you furiously. you pant, feeling his hot breath against your skin. he feels like his entire body is in flames, his mind clouded with you. your body, your voice, your scent, all of you, in his hold.

“don’t worry baby. i’ll give you everything.”

©kiztae 2023

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folkloresthings · 9 months

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Hi 👋 Congratulations on your 1k and you deserve more! Can I request a jealous! Mick Schumacher?

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE — send a muse + a song and i’ll write a little drabble for it.

❛ jealous ❜ - nick jonas

Reader can be just a non-celebrity person but because they're gorgeous, they just have a lot of admirers from left to right. Y/n could be friends with other drivers (please make it Lewis or the Ferrari boys because it's going to be fun) and y/n could be really close to her guy friends that it starts to drive Mick over the edge. PS: I saw the love triangle (LH44 + MSC47) x y/n shot of yours so it kind of inspired this one. Please give this a shot if you can, you're a brilliant writer!

you can all pretend this is canon instead of today’s events

JEALOUS. ❨ mick schumacher x reader ❩

✩⡱ warnings: sexual tension, allusions to sex

mick trusted you, wholeheartedly. and you, him. your relationship was pure and good, there was no room for any kind of doubt that you were faithful to each other. mick knew you would never cheat on him — that wasn’t the kind of person you were. you’d be wronged like that in the past and would never put another through such hurt.

but you were close with some of the other drivers. lewis, carlos, charles… they were some of your closest friends. if mick was busy at the paddock, he knew where to find you after. and while he trusted you, and the boys, it didn’t mean he liked seeing your attention on another man.

“carlos!” mick heard you exclaim at the next table. you’d all gone out for drinks, booking out a section in a very nice bar. you looked like heaven, dressed in a little black number and practically glowing in the light of the bar. but you were looking like that next to carlos, your arm rested on his forearm.

it was friendly, mick knew that. he knew that your friendliness was often mistaken for flirtation. he knew you wanted to make everyone around you feel included. it was why you were adored by so many. but, for some reason, he was seething with jealousy.

you lean over, having to press yourself to carlos’ ear in order for him to hear you. charles has joined in, making you laugh even harder than you had before. mick swallows a gulp of his beer, knuckles turning white around the bottle’s neck.

“you’re shaking,” sebastian comments, smirking shamelessly. mick glares at him, pressing the beer into his hand and pacing over to you. you’re halfway through some anecdote when he laces his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side.

“mick! hi, babe,” you light up when you notice he’s there, turning and pressing a fond kiss to his cheek. he relaxes instantly, suddenly feeling quite stupid at his previously seeing—green. you always responded with love and affection, looking up at him like he was the only one that mattered. “carlos was just telling us about his vacation.”

mick nods, shooting the two ferrari boys a stiff smile. his hand tightens at your waist when charles starts speaking again, leaning into you. you notice, feeling the pressure at your waist, and glance up to your boyfriend with slight confusion.

his jaw is tense, eyes set on the monegasque who’s too drunk to notice you’ve lost interest in the conversation. he’s… jealous. and if makes you more excited than you’d like to admit. deciding you could play on this a little, you turn back to charles and giggle. you slap his chest playfully, twirling your hair and doing anything in your power to make mick’s grip tighter and tighter.

“mate, i’m sorry, but y/n’s not feeling great. we have to go,” mick suddenly cuts the other off, pulling you away from the pair before anyone can protest.

“mick—” you laugh, far too amused at his rage. your laughter dies down quickly when he tugs you into a dark corner of the bar, pressing you up against the wall.

“you think that was funny, hm?” he whispers, hand still glued to your waist. his usually bright blue eyes are dark and stern, your stomach twisting in the best way.

“wasn’t it?” you murmur, doe eyes feigning innocence. you gasp quietly as he presses into you more, lips lingering over your own.

“you’re mine. not carlos’, or charles’. mine,” mick’s teeth graze across your ear, sending shivers through you. “no one else gets to touch you like this. do you understand?”

“yes,” you answer a little too quickly, breathless. “please mick.”

“please, what? use your words, leibling.” mick smirks, knowing he’s back in control now.

“please, take me home.”

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hyunnows · 7 months

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SHATTERED PUZZLES | FINALE

“a rude and arrogant patient with no identification wakes up from a year-long coma and develops temporary amnesia. Assigned to you, a volunteer who’s not going to put up with his attitude, you’re both in for a rough ride.”

PAIRING(s) | Hyunjin x reader, ft Minho x reader

THEMES | fluff, angst, a slight love triangle, amnesia!Hyunjin, Doctor!Chan, Rude!Hyunjin, car accident, trauma, guns

WORD COUNT | 3.8k+

RATING | pg13

NOTE | and so, it finally ends. after two very long years, i have finally completed the work i have put the most of myself into. so many days, nights, minutes, hours, everything have gone into this and, in all honesty, it feels crazy to believe its over. i don't think i'll ever write another fic that i am as close with as this one, or at least, i dont think another will take me so long to finish and have over 30k words. really, i hope you have all enjoyed the ride, and enjoy finally reading the end of this story. thank you all, and have a great day/night <3

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“Okay Hyunjin, I’m going to give you a mental evaluation to prove that you are sane and stable enough to take care of yourself. As long as you pass, your parents should have just about no power over you, but just to be sure, we’re going to move you and [Y/N] to a different province since the police here seem to be under your parents’ influence,” Chan explains, sitting down in front of the blond with a clipboard and pen in hand. “If it really comes down to it, we can open something in court, okay?”

Hyunjin gulps, then nods, hoping it never comes to that. What if he’s not stable enough? What if there is something wrong with him and he’s deemed incapable of caring for himself? What would happen to him–and more importantly–all of you?

––

You nervously tap your foot as you wait in the lobby of the hospital. You’re sure Hyunjin will pass–he has to. Plus, other than the panic attacks and flashbacks (which have severely decreased), he doesn’t seem to have any behavior that would be considered too worrisome. You sigh, deciding that you’re overreacting, and turn to your right to face Minho. “I shouldn’t be worried, right?”

“I don’t think so. Sure, he’s been through a lot, but I don’t think there’s anything that would prevent this from working out. And if anything, Chan can probably fudge his scores a bit,” he jokes with a slight smile. You shake your head at him, since saying something like that at the hospital Chan works at doesn’t really seem like a good idea. “What? I’m kidding.”

A moment of silence washes over you both when Minho clears his throat to catch your attention. “So, we haven’t really gotten the chance to talk much about you and Hyunjin’s feelings about one another,” he leans towards you, wiggling his eyebrows in a teasing manner, “How are things?”

With a tinge of pink on your cheeks, you shrug, avoiding eye contact. “Oh uh, everything’s cool.”

With an amused smirk, the boy can’t help but push further–even if a part of him didn’t want to know. “Cool, huh? What kind of answer is that [Y/N]?”

Again, you shrug, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “I don’t know… we’re good but like, we’re awkward too now. Since we didn’t get much time with each other after confessing, and it's been so long since then, we haven’t really picked up where we left off, y’know?”

He nods in understanding, “Have you talked about it?”

“About what?”

“The kiss-es, your feelings, everything?”

“No,” You shake your head, “It doesn’t feel like a good time.”

“You’re talking about your feelings–it's never going to feel like the right time [Y/N],” you frown at him, “Plus, if anything goes wrong, wouldn’t you feel better knowing you said everything you wanted to say?”

There’s a pause, and you groan. “I hate it when you’re right, you know that right?”

“Everyone hates when I’m right.”

“True.”

––

“So am I sane?”

“Well people are going to think you aren’t if you go around asking questions like that,” Chan chuckles, before looking at Hyunjin with a friendly fondness. “I have to get a second opinion, so someone else will have to come in and test you in a minute but… I think you’re good to go Hyunjin.”

It feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, and Hyunjin smiles in relief. There was no reason to really be worried, but Hyunjin being Hyunjin (the drama king), he had his concerns. As Chan walks out of the room, he pulls out the phone Minho had given him upon his return, and texts the group chat Chan says he thinks we’re in the clear.

His phone dings as the rest of the boys and yourself give him congratulations and thumbs ups at the news, and he can’t help but feel… hopeful. Maybe he’ll be able to get away from him family, leave his old life behind, and start something new.

… hopefully start something new with you too.

Within a few minutes, another individual wearing a white cloak waltz through the door Chan had exited from, ready to evaluate Hyunjin. Since this is his second evaluation, he’s breezing through the questions. In almost no time, Chan is walking back into the room, you and Minho following close behind.

“He’s sane guys,” Chan jokes, making the four of you laugh gently. “Alright, I’m going to call off and call that friend of mine I told could help with moving you guys, I already have everything set up, we just needed this to make sure they can’t claim some sort of guardian rights over Hyunjin.”

“Well, time to pack up I guess,” you sigh, thinking of all the furniture and other possessions you have to pick.

All of which seem to be far less than you anticipated as Changbin places the last cardboard box into a moving trailer. You could have sworn your apartment had far more within it–but then again, there’s been a lot of broken frames, vases, and other things that have slowly disappeared from your home.

You almost can’t believe it all–this past year with Hyunjin. From being your patient you read to every day, to a complete asshole you had to care for, and now the man you’re in love with–so much has happened. First his memories were gone, then a few resurfaced, and now you’re about to leave the only apartment you’ve ever lived in independently to escape from his crazy parents. It almost feels like a dream with all the twists and turns you’ve been through in such little time.

“Okay, I got everything settled with the house,” Minho informs you as he climbs into the backseat, typing something on his phone. “Being rich with not-so-crazy parents has its perks.” Hyunjin sends him a playful glare, to which the younger boy grins at. “Not my fault yours are psycho.”

“Yeah yeah,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, buckling into the seat beside you, sandwiching himself between you and Minho.

Chan climbs into your front seat, Changbin crawling into the passenger’s. He gives everyone a once-over before starting to drive. “My friend is working on getting you a new license plate and everything, so they can’t target your vehicle anymore [Y/N].”

“Thanks Chan,” he nods back at you, eyes locked on the road.

Hyunjin moves awkwardly in his spot, staring at his hands with an unknown look in his eyes.

He knows you’re happy to move with him, to run from his family in order to stay safe… but he can’t help but think of all the trouble he’s caused you by being with you. It's not even just you, but the hassles he’s putting Minho, Chan, and everyone else through as well just because you all know him. Changbin is thinking of moving somewhere he can’t be easily found, and Jeongin and Han are planning on leaving their homes too. Felix has already begun considering going back home to Australia–he can only imagine Chan has something similar in mind.

More and more, it becomes apparent that Hyunjin is a burden to you, and everyone else in his life. But like always, he’s powerless to do anything about it.

You pick up on his mood–its impossible not to–but choose to ignore it for the time being. Instead, you opt for getting some sleep you so desperately need.

— —

A few hours later and everybody rolls out for a pit stop at a gas station. You make a beeline for the bathroom, Changbin and Chan splitting up to get gas and snacks while Hyunjin and Minho decide to stretch their legs for a bit. Your car wasn’t the smallest thing known to man, but it wasn’t built for anyone taller than Changbin either.

“You never really talk about your parents, how is your relationship with them?”

Minho’s head pops up at the blond’s question, before refocusing on the rock he had been kicking. “Its as good as you can imagine considering, well, I’m me. They weren’t happy when they found out I used to get them in trouble with your parents, or when I helped you run away the first time. If they realize I’m a part of your disappearance this time… I might have to get a job,” the shorter male laughs, knowing his account was more than loaded because of his grandparents anyway. “I don’t really talk to them anymore, but they haven’t cut me off their money yet.”

“Why don’t you talk to them anymore?” Hyunjin inquires, eyes filled with concern.

“Cus they care more about their money than me anyway. All I am to them is a failsafe if they ever need to marry me off. Which they can’t–since I would rather go to prison than fuel their money hungry bank accounts. Plus they’re too lazy to deal with me, their ‘delinquent son’, anyway.”

The younger boy nods. Minho may not show it much, but Hyunjin can feel the pain through his words. Something about the way he utters them, like they hurt to say, makes Hyunjin feel the weight of Minho’s concealed emotions.

“I don’t really have much to offer… but I’ll always be here for whatever you need. You’ve given me everything, Minho,” Hyunjin pushes out awkwardly, and he can almost see the older male’s eyes glaze over.

Stoic as ever, Minho nods, patting the blond on the back. “When did you grow up so much? It feels like yesterday you were just a little kid following me around my house, and now you’re becoming a man.”

Hyunjin smiles at that, his face a bit flushed at the compliment, before the two make their way back to the car where Chan is waiting for you and Changbin.

As everyone piles back into your car, Hyunjin stays focused on Minho’s words. You’re becoming a man.

Maybe, just maybe…

It's close to midnight when you finally arrive at Minho’s country house. Somehow Chan still seems wide awake, immediately hopping out of the car and scouting out the area. Sluggishly, you all pry yourselves from the artificial leather your skin has practically fused to. Dragging his feet, Minho makes his way to the house to unlock it, swinging the door open.

A man of muscle, Changbin is bringing stacks of boxes into the house, while Chan and Minho work on moving the mattresses indoors. You work on cleaning up the place–Minho hasn’t been here in years it seems.

Hyunjin, however, takes to the bedroom on the left of the house. Something about it is familiar–almost calling to him. The doorknob is messed up, but somehow, he knows just how he’s supposed to turn it to get it open.

It's then, when he steps into the room, he knows why it's so familiar.

Paintings upon paintings, photographs upon photographs. Memories of his flash in his head, visions of him, Minho, and Areum hanging out, splashing paint on each other and hanging polaroids of themselves around the room take over his mind. They only continue as he traces his fingers along the walls, grazing them along the paint splatters he remembers so vividly.

His heart stops when he comes face to face with a specific polaroid. Golden lighting, sparkly eyes, bright smile, it all looks too real and tangible. He can remember snapping the photo of Areum, the way they had been giggling together, carefree.

I couldn’t protect her.

It's all my fault she’s gone.

I was too weak.

Frantic words of fear, regret, and anguish run through his head as he falls to his knees, eyes pricking with tears.

“Hey Hyunjin, when we run away together, do you think your parents will find us?”

Yes. “They won’t.” They will.

“You promise?” No, I can’t promise.

“I promise,” No, you don’t. “We’ll be safe.” No, we won’t.

His chest heaves with each sob, his tears wetting the photo.

Areum is smiling by his side, hands intertwined as he drives along the road.

“How far are we going?”

Not far. “Far enough,” Hyunjin laughs, bringing her hand up to his lips and placing a chaste kiss on it.

Areum giggles, before suddenly stiffening up. “Hyunjin?”

“What’s up baby? Is something wrong?” Something is very wrong.

“I think that car is following us.” It is.

“You sure?” Yes.

“It's been trailing behind us since before we left the main road…” she sounds so scared.

Hyunjin releases her hand to get a better grip on the wheel. “We can’t shake him until we get off the road. For now just act like we haven’t noticed.”

No, no, no. You’re not getting off the road.

“Why is he sticking his hand out the window-”

He has a gun.

He’s shooting the tires.

I’m going to lose control of the car.

And within seconds, the rear right side of the car dips, and the front left flies into the air.

“Hyunjin!”

His tears come to a startling halt as he hears your voice pierce his ears. Jumping to his feet, he’s suddenly aware of the shuffling feet throughout the house.

He can hear you struggling to say something, your words muffled, when you finally manage to yell, “Run!”

“Shut her up,” a rough, all too familiar voice grunts out, before your mouth is covered by a gloved hand. “Hyunjin, I know you’re here. Come out and all your friends live through tonight.”

You struggle against the masked guard restraining you, doing your best to tell Hyunjin to run, despite the muffled way they leave your lips. Your eyes dance around the room in an attempt to find some way out of this situation–maybe one of the boys can help you. However, as you drag your eyes along each of their frames, you realize they're all restrained as well. Each of them are being held down by at least two guards–Changbin having a third guard. It would make you laugh if it weren’t for the dire circumstances.

Hyunjin’s father makes his way to each of you, giving you and Minho special attention. With a purse of his lips, he glares at you two. “You know, I never would have introduced you to Hyunjin if I knew how much trouble you would bring me in the future…” His cold gaze shifts to you, a chilling smile along his lips, “And you… I should have killed you the last time we met.”

After a moment, he straightens up. “Actually, I should kill you now. Keep you out of my way,” a gravelly, cold laugh echoing from his throat. “If you’re not down here in the next minute, Hyunjin, I’m going to blow her brains out without letting you say goodbye. 60, 59, 58…”

A cold barrel presses against your nape, the metal slides up your neck to the back of your head. You hear the click behind you, letting you know everything could end for you in a split second if Hyunjin doesn’t show up within “48-”

“Wait!” Hyunjin yelps as he slides down the hallway, panting from running down the stairs. “Let them go. I-I’ll leave without a fight just please” his honey brown eyes lock with yours, “let her go.”

With the gun still pressed against you, you stand there, eyes wide and frozen, and powerless to stop him.

“I’m sorry [Y/N], I really do want to have a life with you,” he pauses, “but I have to be a man and deal with my problems. Just let me say goodbye and leave them alone.”

Your vision blurs as you realize he’s serious, and there’s nothing any of you can do about it. The closer he gets, the more your chest aches, and it's just like at Hyunjin’s house. You’re losing him all over, except this time, as his arms wrap around your neck in an embrace, it all feels too real. Too painful.

Too… tight.

Your eyes open, confusion swirling through your tear-filled eyes as you watch his father approach you both. “All right, that's enough. Let's get going before I change my mind.”

You feel something cold sliding along your neck, something that felt almost identical to the barrel that was pressed against your head seconds ago. As Hyunjin’s arms loosen, you catch a glimpse of light reflecting off something in his hand as he turns around.

“Okay… just one more thing,” Hyunjin sighs, before whipping around, pistol in hand and aimed square at his father, “I’m not going with you.”

“If you’re not down here in the next minute, Hyunjin, I’m going to blow her brains out without letting you say goodbye. 60, 59, 58…”

Hyunjin doesn’t breathe before he darts out that door, rushing down the carpeted stairs. The only thing that stops him, is the slights wobble in one of the stairs that sends his mind spiraling. Everything, his entire life, flashes before his eyes. From the moment he became conscious, up until right now, he remembers it all.

Including Minho’s gun that just so happens to be right under his foot.

Mr. Hwang flinches ever so slightly, displeasure all over his face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m doing what I said, being a man. You’re going to walk out that door right now, or I’m going to put a bullet through your skull. So get out and leave us all alone, forever,” the blond snarls, pushing the gun closer to his father’s face. “If you’re dead, your business is going to crap, I’m going to jail, and everything illegal you’ve done will come to light during your death’s investigation. And if I die, it’ll all be the same.”

It's a standoff, guns pointed in all directions, everyone’s stiff, and it's so silent you can hear everyone’s individual breaths.

It feels like it's been an eternity when you hear the evil old man’s voice growl, “Lets go. Now.”

It's surreal watching Hynjin’s father’s men leave the house, Hyunjin’s father just behind the last one when Hyunjin grabs his shoulder. “If you ever think of coming for any of us, I’ll bring you down with me,” his voice lower than you would have ever imagined it could be as he shoves him out the door.

“Hyunjin!”

“Yuna!” The blond grins, embracing the girl. He gestures towards you as he pulls back, “This is [Y/N].”

You two greet each other with smiles, “I know, we met briefly at the party when she rescued you.”

His jaw drops slightly, before he recomposes himself. “Oh. Well, uh, how are you and

Jay? Will we be hearing wedding bells soon?”

With a flushed smile, Yuna shakes her head. “I asked him, but he said no. He wants us to get married because we’re ready to, not because I’m trying to escape an arranged marriage. And thanks to you, I’m free to be with him again. Since you’re out of the picture, I signed a contract with your family to merge our businesses without marriage, as long as I am free to be with who I want.”

Hyunjin gives her a warm smile, “I’m glad, Yuna. I just wanted to come by before heading home for the day with [Y/N].”

The girl nods, walking you both out the mansion with a smile. “I’m happy you two are together again, and that you’re free Hyunjin. Stay safe you two.”

“You too Yuna.”

The car ride is calm, the two of you talking here and there about nothing in particular, just enjoying each other’s company on the way home. Hyunjin’s out first when the car stops, hopping around the side to open your door for you. Then he takes your hand, guiding you to the door of your apartment building where you two spent so many days and nights together.

“What’s up with you today? You seem to be more of a gentleman than usual,” you giggle, eyebrow raised in suspicion.

Hyunjin looks back at you, offense clear on his face as he unlocks the door for you, gently pulling you to walk in first. “I am always gentlemanly, excuse me.”

“And there’s the sassy Hyunjin I know.”

He scoffs, guiding you to the dining table where two still-warm boxes of Chinese takeout sit waiting for you, and a note with some familiar handwriting addressed to Hyunjin. He mutters a hardly audible “Minho,” with slight annoyance laced into his voice.

“What’s all this?”

“Its, uh, its dinner,” he stammers slightly, cheeks slightly flushed. “For us. I wanted today to be kind of special for you–us,”

A slight smile makes its way onto your lips, your eyes trained on him as he pulls out a chair for you which you happily sat in. He takes the seat beside you, handing you your chopsticks and a napkin as you both dig in. Swallowing your mouthful, you turn to him slightly, “So why is tonight special, hm, Jin?”

He looks at you, doe eyes, and the ghost of a smile dancing on his lips. “Because I want to tell you how I feel about you.”

“Hyunjin-”

“Please just listen,” he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, “Before you took me in, I was a scared, weak, frail kid who needed protection from everyone around him. But you brought me to live with you, despite the fact that I was a jerk who didn’t know a single thing about anything at all. My world was so empty, blank, but you showed me that there’s more to life. You brought light into my world. I was like a puzzle, waiting to be solved, and you didn’t just put my pieces together, but you were the last one.”

“[Y/N], I didn’t know who I was before you. Even with all my memories, they don’t feel like me. I have these memories but…”

“I don’t remember me before you.”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me Hyunjin,” you whisper, your eyes locked with each others’.

Bringing his face closer to yours, he breathes. “[Y/N], you’re the best thing that's ever happened to me. You made me into a man who can protect, rather than someone who needs to be protected. I love you, [Y/N].”

“I love you too,” and within seconds your lips meet, dancing in perfect synchronization with each other. Your heartbeats are one and you're completely entangled with each other. It feels like hours later when you finally break apart, breathing heavily, smiles spread across your faces. “I just have one question.”

“What's that?”

“How did you hide the gun?”

Hyunjin pulls back a bit in surprise, eyebrows raised. “What? That’s your question?” You nod, eager to know the answer. “I tucked it in my shirt and hid it with my hair.”

“I knew it,” you beam, making him roll his eyes.

“Can we go back to kissing now?”

“Yes we can.”

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starrrbakerrr · 2 months

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Just reread the books as an adult and I must say as an adult it’s actually really hard to be nice about Gale. As a kid I was trying to be balanced and nice about the love triangle but as a grown adult woman I’m like “I don’t agree with your politics and also if any guy treated any of my friends the way you treat Katniss, I would stage an intervention”. And also Katniss never smiles around him 😞

I'm also doing a reread right now because I finally got hard copies of the books! It's going very slowly though lol

I really don't remember my exact feelings about Gale when I first read the books (I was in 6th-7th grade), but I don't think I ever liked him. I also remember hating how the movies emphasized the love triangle when reading the books it was obviously always Peeta.

I reread the books last March and as an adult I picked up so much about him. I think when I was young I was mostly anti-Gale because I loved Peeta/Everlark so much, but rereading as an adult I'm really able to specify what I dislike about Gale. He's just so... annoying.

On his politics, I'm actually a teeny bit sympathetic towards Gale because I don't think all the responsibility for Prim's death should be wholly on him. The severing of Katniss/Gale's relationship is so much deeper than him killing her sister. It's a plot point and dialogue that's been misinterpreted because of the movies. I think the way they presented it cheapens the story and it cheapens why Katniss ultimately chose Peeta.

Regardless, I can't help but dislike Gale. It is how he approaches his relationship with Katniss for me, and as you said how he treats Katniss. Whenever he speaks I'm annoyed. What bugs me is the entitlement he feels he has to Katniss. And some things he says give me the ick.

Knowing there’s people legitimately ship Everthorne is wild to me like 😭

Thanks for the ask!

(below is a tangent on the anti-Gale rhetoric. It’s a defense of one moment I think his hate is a bit too unreasonable so read with caution i guess)

I saw someone say on Twitter that Gale should be vilified for saying that killing people isn't much different than killing animals, and I think that person missed the point of that part in the book. And as some who likes literary analysis outside of my personal feelings for characters and ships, I kinda love that Suzanne wrote this. The dialogue:

“Katniss, it’s just hunting. You’re the best hunter I know,” says Gale. “It’s not just hunting. They’re armed. They think,” I say. “So do you. And you’ve had more practice. Real practice,” he says. “You know how to kill.” “Not people,” I say. “How different can it be, really?” says Gale grimly. The awful thing is that if I can forget they’re people, it will be no different at all.

In the movie, the line sounds brutal and violent and I think part of it could be delivery. In the book, to me, Gale doesn’t say that with confidence or with the belief that humans are dispensable, but “grimly.” And in the movie we don’t get Katniss’s inner thought that even though what Gale said was callous it’s valid because this is the world they're living in - a world that is violent and where Capitol citizens don’t see children as anything other then prey. These characters are extremely desensitized to violence and death. In Catching Fire, Peeta and Katniss curl up on the couch with a mug of warm milk to watch Haymitch's games like it’s a movie.

I think there are a lot of moments to dislike or have distaste for Gale, because I have many. But some of his hate goes overboard and people mostly on twitter and tiktok bc they see the movies as canon solely put the blame on an 18 y/o with immense trauma instead of the adult leaders who have never experienced life like him - Coin is from D13, Plutarch and Snow are from the Capitol.

And to call Gale worse than Snow and to excuse a lot of Snow’s actions, even making shit up about Snow like he cared and gave genuine condolences to Katniss about Prim, or say he didn’t murder Lucy Gray as a defense against Billy Taupe like the murder attempt isn’t just as bad, is seriously gross. I’m kinda glad tbosas and hunger games hype has died down on Twitter because the takes were increasingly getting worse and more illogical.

#anti gale hawthorne #but also #gale hawthorne #text #ask

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hellooo i would like to request a fic with Kiri if i can:)) Kiri x fem reader aand they like each other i'm thinking maybe something with a love triangle? like y/n trying to show one up to Spider or Rotxo or someone and Kiri actually does like her back

Yes, requests are always welcome! Hopefully this is good! Sorry if it took a bit longer than you'd hoped.

Jealous

You and Spider weren't always so.. competitive.

It's only started recently, ever since you realized you liked Kiri. You told the boy how you felt, and he soon felt jealousy.

He knew he couldn't compete with you much, with you being Na'vi, and a warrior/hunter at that. Whenever you all hung out together, he could tell you were trying to impress Kiri. He also knows that you and her hang out alone together a lot, which did in some way make him jealous.

But he also knows that him and Kiri are close, maybe close enough that he shouldn't be worried of you stealing her.

"Spider?" You tap his shoulder, making him focus back to the present. He jumps a bit, worrying you. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Nothing to worry about." He lies right through his mask, not wanting you to see his jealousy. Instead, he perks up his head, moving his dreads out of his face.

"Maybe you should get a haircut, bro.." You grab one of the braids, imagining a shaved look on his head. "Maybe a buzz?" You chuckle, although you don't see any semblance of a smile on his face.

"Yeah." To you, Spider seemed oddly distant, yet you weren't sure as to why.

You pat his shoulder, hopefully giving him some comfort. "Let's go."

During that, you were busy training, practicing to draw and fire arrows more rapidly and effectively. Spider saw you and he was curious as to how you did it.

Weirdly, you're not a left-handed Na'vi, which is a rare case. Although your father always said you were special.

Oh, your father, Tsu'tey. He always knew you were special, from the moment he saw you. From the moment you could walk, he started teaching you about being Olo’eyktan.

Guess you could say you and Neteyam are friendly rivals, being quite close since childhood and all. You and Neteyam were the youngest Omatikaya to ever do the Iknimaya rite of passage. Through and through, you and him were attached at the hip.

As you walk back into the camp, multiple people greet you, as you greet them back, Spider following your lead.

Your bow hangs around your chest, as you and Spider go your separate ways. As you walk inside the hut, you see your father sitting down, seemingly meditating.

"Y/N. Sit." He opens his eyes, his gaze unwavering.

You nod and sit, removing your bow from your chest and placing it next to you.

"I was hoping we could talk about your Olo'eyktan training and possibly finding you a mate. Just a possibility." His voice is calm and slow, a result of years of handling you.

"Father, my Olo’eyktan training is going great, but I don't think we need to talk about finding a mate. I don't exactly..want one."

He moves his gaze all over you, contemplating something.

"Are you sure? As I've seen some interesting things. I know you like Jake Sully's daughter. If anything, she'd be a fine mate for you, daughter-"

You interrupt him, which isn't something you do often. "Father, please, I don't want to talk about it." He dons a softer face, giving you his nod.

"Alright. I'll stop. At least for now."

He's a stubborn man, but for his only daughter, he'd give the world. But for now, he can only give you his word.

"But I do want to make sure you're okay. After all, you're my only daughter, my only child. You make me proud." He smiles at you, which isn't too often done.

"Thank you, father. May I go now?"

He nods, allowing you to leave.

You often feel bad for him, knowing he lost both his arm and his mate, but he's normally a proud man, too engrossed in his own thinking to worry about what has happened. Instead, he thinks about the future, as to what will happen, mainly for you.

You love him dearly, both as your father and instructor. You couldn't imagine life without your father's input, his voiced opinions, and his wisdom.

You walk towards where your ikran is, perched along the rocks.

"Hey, girl." You step up to her, petting her neck and under her mouth. You smile, as someone comes up behind you, grabbing you by the waist.

You yelp, taking your hands off your ikran. Instead, you reach for your knife, but realize it's no threat.

"Spooked?" You sigh, turning around, facing the perpetrator: Kiri.

"Yeah. Almost got my knife out." You stand a few inches taller than her, as you cross your arms. "So, you need something? Whenever you do this, you almost always want something." You grin.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "But yeah. I do want something."

You nod, the smirk on your face a knowing one. She thinks it's funny; the way you always know when she wants something from you, which is almost always a small thing.

"Okay. What is it?"

"I was just hoping you'd come with me to gather some herbs, it isn't far."

"Why not just go it alone since it's close?" Now you're asking too many questions, but she thinks it's cute.

The way your ears perk up when you get extremely excited, how you and Neteyam gladly do all the grunt work for the other four, the way your hands became calloused after getting your bow, the way she fixes you up after a hunting mission.

She can't help but like a lot of little things about you, and she's sure you like her too, and if she's not, then she's been seeing fake signals.

"Because I need someone to cover my back, just in case." Lying, how barbaric. But it works, and you both depart soon after that, not realizing the two boys that were listening in to your conversation.

They follow you both, careful to not reveal themselves.

The one time they actually attempt to do something right it's the aftermath of them being nosy.

They talk on the way to the spot, staying back a bit.

"So why do you think Kiri's really bringing Y/N there?"

"Dunno, bro. Probably to make out and shit." Lo'ak laughs, and Spider follows, with the fakest laugh anyone's ever heard, although Lo'ak doesn't question it.

"Funny, though I don't think it's that. I think they're just gonna do girl stuff." Lo'ak fake gags, giving Spider a real laugh.

"Yeah." They fly in silence for the next few minutes, and as you and Kiri land, you instinctively grab your bow and arrows, but she says you won't need them.

"Then why'd I come along?"

"You'll see." You walk behind her, following. You walk for a few minutes, climbing the occasional tree or rock formation, until you catch sight of a beautiful waterfall and pond.

You always knew there was secret places around the mountains, just never this beautiful.

"Speechless?" You nod, kneeling in front of the water.

You grab one of the rocks under your feet, perfect for skipping across the water. You throw it, as it skips twice.

"Yo! We skipping rocks?" Lo'ak comes out of seemingly nowhere, as Kiri scoffs.

"Yeah, I mean, I am. Not sure if Kiri's in it." She grabs a rock as well, as Spider pops up too, encouraged to one up you in this.

"Alright. Whoever gets the most skips with a rock wins, easy as that. Or do you need me to make it more simple?" You interchange looks between Lo'ak and Spider, the resident goofballs and known idiots.

The joke ends and you begin, flicking that shit with maximum efficiency.

Ultimately, you end up winning, in which you were sure no one else had much chance.

"You cheated, 'cause ain't no way you got 5 on one."

"I'm just better. And how the hell would I cheat?" You feel almost offended, offended Lo'ak would accuse you and not back it up.

You two bicker for a moment, and soon get back to your normal routine.

You grab Kiri's hand, taking her to a different part of the waterfall, while Spider and Lo'ak are busy discussing what just happened, and how you beat them.

"Hey, so, I was hoping we could talk." You say it shyly, which is odd for you, since you normally always have a bit of pride in your words.

"I- I was too, actually." She sounds almost startled, given she wasn't exactly ready for this today.

"Okay, uhm, have you noticed how I always act tough around you?" You start feeling nervous now, weirdly enough, your prideful self starts to wither, backing down.

Only now you've started to realize why Spider's been acting weird: jealousy. It makes sense as to why he's always starts acting weird whenever Kiri shows up and you and him are both there.

"Yeah. But it's okay, I think it's..cool. I think it just shows you'd do whatever for the people you love." You keep your eyes on her, even as she's turned around.

Spider listens in, as Lo'ak's sat down and started taking a nap, as if he doesn't sleep enough already.

But Spider, he knows this is a confession from both of you, and he so desperately wants to confess as well, but he knows he'd get rejected, always. His jealousy got the best of him, and he's repulsed at the thought of even getting in between both of you, considering Kiri sees him as a brother.

So, while he will cry, and maybe even hurt, he will get over it, for your and Kiri's sake.

He listens back in from his thoughts and sees you two holding hands, facing each other.

He sadly smiles, all the while, you thank the boy in your mind, knowing he could have interrupted, yet he didn't.

"I see you, really."

"I see you too. Really."

#kiri sully #kiri x reader #jake sully x reader #lo'ak x reader #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neytiri x reader #tukitrey #all of these platonic except kiri's #avatar spider #tsu'tey #tsu'tey is an awesome dad

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weirdkpopgirl · 1 year

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Mine | Jaemin Fic #1

Title: Mine

Genre: College AU, best friends to lovers

Word Count: 3551k

Warnings: mentions of reader being insecure, also tiny mentions her having a not-so-great childhood

Author's Note: Before, I tried to refrain from writing this trope because I thought it was a bit cliché. But I decided there was no harm in trying it. I think there are a lot of other writers who have done a better job than me. It was still fun to make this though. Hope you guys like my first longish story on here! Thank you for reading ^ - ^

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“(Y/n)-ah!”

On cue, your eyes lifted from the textbooks in front of you and found a familiar face. You acknowledged the caramel brown-haired man with a small smile. Pretending as if your heart didn’t flutter when he called your name.

Jaemin returned your smile with his adorable one and claimed the empty chair next to you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked the boy, watching as he reached for his bag.

“I was at the convenience store and picked this up for you,” He quickly explained, placing a triangle kimbap in your hand. “I got the spicy crab one you like.”

A confused frown formed on your lips. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Knowing psychology major Lee (Y/n), you’ve been here since the morning on a Saturday. Which means you probably skipped breakfast and lunch,” Jaemin relayed.

“Aish…how did you know?” You admitted quietly, as you unwrapped the plastic on the kimbap. It was crazy how he knew you so well.

You guessed that’s what happens when you’ve been best friends with a person for six years. Ever since you helped him from failing the math exam in the sixth grade, Na Jaemin stuck to you like glue. Throughout middle and high school, people wouldn’t see you without the other.

He looked at you like a proud mom when you took the first bite. “I just know you.”

You held his gaze for a second too long, cursing at yourself for blushing. Usually, the two of you were super casual with each other. In those small moments of sincerity, you felt like a million butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

It seemed that with years of friendship came blossoming feelings. You knew how stupid and cliché you were, being secretly in love with your best friend. But how could you not fall for him?

Na Jaemin was perhaps the only person who knew Lee (Y/n) the best. He knew all the things you liked and hated. He knew about your tendency to crack under pressure and the constant anxiety that ruled your mind. And he knew what cheered you up during those times, whether it was reassuring words or a warm hug from your best friend.

Jaemin…saw you in your worst moments. Maybe that’s why you fell for him. You realized it in ninth grade when your mom left the house and Jaemin was immediately at your side. He stayed the whole night, wiping away your tears and repeatedly telling you it wasn’t your fault.

But no matter how strong your feelings grew, you suppressed them to the best of your ability. You decided a long time ago that Jaemin probably didn’t feel the same way. You knew because you watched him date multiple girls in high school. Though they were short-lived like any high school relationship, he never failed to capture the heart of any girl with a charming face like his. Besides, you treasured your friendship more than some confession that could easily ruin what you already had. At least this way, he was still a part of your life and you were a part of his.

Your thoughts were interrupted by loud chatter from a group entering the study area. You didn’t even need to look to know who the six boys were. After entering high school, Jaemin made a lot of friends. Even though they could be annoying with how much bickering they did, they were a nice group of guys.

Mark was a super senior majoring in business. Renjun, Haechan, and Jeno were third-year students, just like you and Jaemin. Then there was Chenle who was a sophomore and you recently met Jisung who was a freshman.

“Ugh, how long have you been here?” Haechan groaned at the sight of the textbooks and notes laid in front of you.

You sent the boy a glare. “I have a 15-page research paper due by the end of the week. Time can’t be wasted.”

“Sheesh. Being a psychology major sounds scary,” Jeno shuddered.

You rolled your eyes and took another bite of your kimbap. Though you didn’t want to admit it, eating felt pretty nice after pulling two all-nighters and skipping meals. You were almost thankful when the attention of the group shifted to the boy next to you.

“Hey, I heard a certain someone might like you,” Mark nudged him on the shoulder.

News to him, Jaemin cocked a brow. “Really? Who?”

“Song Hyejin,” Renjun answered. “Contemporary dance major.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure we share a class,” Jisung nodded.

Chenle beside him, pulled out his phone to show Jaemin a picture of her. “You know her, right?”

You peeked over at the younger’s phone. Song Hyejin…you’ve passed by her in the halls a few times. Despite being only a freshman, she quickly became popular among the guys. What was there not to like about her? She had beautifully styled hair, wore the best outfits, and had the prettiest makeup. She was sweet, talented, and surely had a whole future ahead of her.

“She’s cute I guess,” Jaemin shrugged in response.

Haechan playfully smacked him on the shoulder. “Just cute? She’s a total goddess.”

A piece of you deflated at this. Insecurity was another reason Jaemin and you could never happen. There was no way that he would like you when he could have any other girl in the world. Despite how close you were, you knew that Na Jaemin was out of your league.

✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・

That evening, you could barely concentrate on your assignments. Your mind kept wandering back to what the guys were talking about earlier. You wondered if Jaemin was going to date Hyejin. They’d surely be a popular campus couple if they did. Jaemin was already known for his handsome visuals and charming personality.

“You’ve been staring at your computer screen for the past seven minutes.”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you glanced over to your roommate, Young-Mi who was on her bed scrolling through social media. As the one other person who went to high school with you, she had been there to witness your hopeless crush on Jaemin.

“Oh, I didn’t realize,” You muttered and closed your laptop for the night. Your work was pretty much finished anyway.

Young-Mi sat up and stretched her arms. “Are you doing anything next Monday?”

“No, why?”

“There’s a guy in my programming class. His name is Yangyang,” Your friend spoke casually. “He’s in the same year as us, and I think you guys would get along.”

You sighed already knowing where this was going. “I’m not interested.”

“Oh come on,” Young-Mi whined. “Are you going to be hung up on Na Jaemin forever?”

You turned around, suddenly feeling defensive. “What—no! It’s just…I don’t want to date anyone right now.”

“That’s the thing, you never want to date anyone,” Young-Mi huffed in frustration. “I’ve watched you turn down a bunch of guys in high school and you still do it. All because of him!”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Young-Mi-yah.”

But the girl persisted. “I’m sorry to break it to you (Y/n)-ah. But he clearly hasn’t shown any interest in you over the years, and he probably never will.”

Your nails dug into the fabric of your leggings. The truth hurt a lot more said out loud.

“Come to your senses, Lee (Y/n). It’s time to move on.”

The thought of it felt like someone was stealing your breath. You’ve been stuck in this one-sided love for far too long now. No matter how you tried, you couldn’t seem to get over him. But Young-Mi was right, you were never going to get anywhere with this.

“I’ll think about it,” You mumbled before leaving to go wash up for the night.

✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・

Jaemin heaved a small sigh as he gave Hyejin a polite smile when she waved to him. Before she could approach him, he quickly passed by. She had asked him to have lunch with her the other day, and he couldn’t exactly say no. After that one time, he was more careful to leave first before she could get to him.

“You dodged that one pretty fast.” Jeno walked up beside him. “You’re really not interested in her, huh?”

Jaemin chuckled, “Hyejin is nice. But…”

“You still have feelings for (Y/n)?”

Jeno didn’t even need to ask. He was the only one in the friend group who knew about the boy’s “unrequited” love for you. Solely because Jeno said it was so “obvious,” and that the others were fools to not notice.

“Yeah…” Jaemin nodded sadly.

The truth was, Jaemin has been in love with you since that time you helped him out in middle school. You were always the better student and took it upon yourself to tutor him in whatever subject he was struggling in. Even though you acted like you didn’t care about others, Jaemin knew you were a kindhearted person.

“Don’t you think it’s about time you let her know?”

“It’s not that easy.” The boy stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

The other truth was that Jaemin was afraid, always has been. Perhaps, you were the most precious person to him. He didn’t want to start something with you, only for it to not work out and make things awkward between the two of you. Being your best friend at the most, was the safest place for him to be at.

“If (Y/n) knows my true feelings, I could lose her,” He stated.

Jeno sighed and swung his arm around his friend. “Well, I think there’s a high chance she likes you back. And who knows, maybe you guys are soulmates or something.”

Jaemin laughed and parted ways from Jeno before heading to the cafeteria. A smile crept on his lips when he saw you eating some yukgaejang. He was getting worried because you haven’t been coming to lunch lately. You were always the type to prioritize academics over your health.

“Whatcha looking at?” He asked as he sat down.

You glanced up from your phone. “Young-Mi is trying to set me up on a blind date.”

“With who?”

He crossed his arms and looked over your shoulder at the Instagram profile you pulled up. Jaemin instantly didn’t like the idea of this.

“Eh, I’ve seen better-looking guys,” He muttered, before shoving rice into his mouth. You couldn’t quite read his expression. “Are you…”

“I don’t know. Maybe,” You shrugged. “It’s not like I have any plans.”

Jaemin didn’t like what he heard. While he’s had some experience, you have never dated anyone before. Your priority of school and getting a job after college was the excuse you used. He wondered what changed your mind all of a sudden.

“Do you have a problem with that?” You tilted your head, noticing the frown he was wearing.

Jaemin met your curious eyes and quickly shook his head. “N—no. You can do whatever.”

Your shoulders dropped. “Oh…okay.”

He internally cursed at himself for saying that. The thought of you going out with some other guy didn’t sit well with him. But you were your own person who was perfectly capable of making your own decisions. Who was he to stop you?

✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・

On your visit home during the weekend, you had stationed yourself in the kitchen for the whole afternoon. Just as you were popping the metal pan out of the oven, your older brother, Taeyong strolled in.

His eyes immediately enlarged with interest. “You made brownies?”

“Yeah, I was just in the mood I guess,” You said, grabbing the glass of water you got earlier. “Jaemin likes sweet things you know.”

“Oh, are you guys finally a thing now?” Taeyong asked. He sat at the counter and reached for one of your chocolate treats. His actions earned a light slap on the hand with your oven mitt.

“Wait until they cool,” You lightly scolded, pretending to ignore the amused expression on his face. “And no we aren’t.”

“Huh, I thought you would be by now.” He rested his chin on his hand innocently. “Jaemin hasn’t confessed yet?”

His sudden question threw you into a fit of coughs from choking on your water. Your lovely brother shook with laughter.

“What are you talking about? He doesn’t like me like that.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. Have you ever seen the way he looks at you?”

You laughed at his ridiculous question. This was just another way of Taeyong trying to tease you.

He stood up from his seat. “Just think about it. Maybe you’ve been too focused on your feelings that you never picked up on them.”

Then yet again, your brain was left in a jumbled mess. When you think about it, maybe Jaemin dropped some hints here and there. But with his naturally flirty personality, you didn’t think he treated you any differently than other girls. Though there was always this sincerity in his words and a softness in his eyes.

You shook your head. Remembering what Young-Mi said a while back, you needed to stop these fantasies. Then again, if your own brother thought the opposite, maybe you were missing something.

✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・

You fumbled with the paper blue bag in your hands, as you walked toward the lecture room Jaemin was in. His Monday class always ended at 1:30 p.m. Yours ended an hour earlier, and that’s when you’d usually be in the library or study space. But you had the brownies you planned to give to him.

Jaemin often begged you for treats whenever you made them. And of course, the boy didn’t seem to leave your mind. Despite the amount of effort you put into getting over him, you just couldn’t help yourself.

Just as you spotted him standing outside the classroom door, there was another figure in front of him. One with beautifully styled hair and a designer dress you could never afford. You couldn’t compete with your round-shaped glasses, stick-straight hair, and the plain black turtleneck you often wore.

You didn’t even have to take a step forward to overhear the conversation.

“I apologize for my forwardness but…I like you, Sunbae,” She spoke shyly, bouncing on the tip of her toes. “After talking with you, I think we’re pretty compatible. Let’s date!”

It only took the tiniest of smiles to crack on Jaemin’s face for your stomach to churn. You turned in the other direction, walking as fast as possible so you couldn’t hear his response.

“You’re such an idiot, Lee (Y/n)!” You blinked away the tears that already began to form.

You didn’t understand why you were getting so emotional. Surely this wasn’t the first time you witnessed your best friend enter a new relationship. Of course, it hurt to see him with another girl. Back then you pretended to be okay because you didn’t want Jaemin to worry.

Maybe because it was Song Hyejin, someone you could never be. And now she’d have someone you could never have.

“Hey (Y/n), I was just about to text you!” Young-Mi exclaimed when she saw you were outside.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Eo, what is it?”

“Do you still want to meet the guy?” She asked with a slight pout. “I really think you should give it a shot.”

Young-Mi held up her phone with his contact information displayed. You stared at the screen, thinking back to what you saw earlier. Perhaps it was the refreshing heartache that prompted you to accept her offer without too much consideration.

As much as it broke you, it was time to give up your hopeless crush on Na Jaemin.

―・

“Wah, you really turned her down Hyung?” Jisung asked with a hand over his mouth.

Jaemin nodded to the younger and glanced over to Jeno who had a discreet smile on his face. While his other friends seemed to be confused by Jaemin’s actions, he was rather proud.

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“I like you Sunbae. Let’s date!” Her eyes sparkled when she spoke to him.

The polite smile he put on was almost instinctual. The one he always wore when a girl confessed to him.

“I’m sorry Hyejin-ssi, but there’s already someone I like.” He lowered his gaze. “So I’m afraid I can’t accept your feelings.”

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The slightly offended expression on her face was still clear in Jaemin’s head. She probably wasn’t used to rejection. Before, Jaemin thought he could get over you if he said yes to those other girls. But he could never fully give his heart away with you lingering in his thoughts.

This time, he decided that he needed to stop making a fool out of himself.

“Anyway, who wants to get samgyeopsal tonight?” Haechan decided to redirect the conversation. Easily persuaded, the guys were already agreeing.

“We should text (Y/n) to see if she wants to come,” Jeno mentioned, giving Jaemin a side glance.

“I think she’s going on a blind date today,” said Renjun.

Jaemin sat up. “What?! Tonight?”

“Yeah, you know Liu Yangyang? I’m pretty sure that’s who she’s meeting.”

“Oh him? He’s pretty cool,” Chenle nodded with approval.

Their words became a blur to Jaemin. He remembered you talking about this last week, not thinking you’d actually go through with it.

“I have to go,” was all he said before standing up to leave. The guys called out to him, but he ignored them.

He ran out of the commons area and stopped at the front of your dorm building. That was when he saw you looking at him with a slightly concerned expression.

“Jaemin-ah, what are you doing here?”

Grasping onto his knees as he caught his breath, he stopped to look at you. To him, you always dressed nicely. But today you were wearing a cute plaid dress over a white top, and you even put on a little makeup.

“Don’t—go—on—that date,” He panted, pressing a hand to his chest. His lungs felt like they were about to burst.

You frowned, wondering how he found out so fast. Was that the reason he came here?

“Why?” You found yourself asking. Why did he care if you were going on a date or not?

His eyes met yours and they held that unreadable gaze again.

“Because you’re mine.” He said breathlessly.

Then just as you started to process that sentence, he cupped your face and crashed his lips onto yours. Your eyes were wide open from the initial shock. But he didn’t show any sign he was about to pull away anytime soon. And slowly you closed your eyes and let yourself melt into the kiss.

When he did pull away, you were left in a blubbering mess. A million thoughts were racing through your head.

“I—don’t understand. I thought you and Hyejin…?”

“I rejected her,” Jaemin answered plainly. You removed his hands from your neck, trying to make sense of this news.

“But why? I mean, she’s so pretty and smart. She has so much more to offer.”

“I was afraid before. But you’re the only girl I want to be with,” He interjected. “I’ve always liked you, Lee (Y/n). I’m sorry it took so long for me to tell you that.”

You were left speechless for the next few moments. With your heart beating faster and hot cheeks, you could almost explode. The one person you’ve spent half your life admiring was here in front of you, admitting his feelings. This had to be a dream, right?

“Na Jaemin, you better not be playing with me,” You warned.

He looked so serious, you were almost intimidated. Then his arm snaked around your waist and he whispered. “Should I kiss you again to prove I’m not kidding?”

Jaemin took the flustered silence from you as a yes. You could feel him smiling into the second kiss, unable to contain the joy of knowing he finally had you.

***

“When did you start liking me?” You asked out of curiosity.

His response was quick. “Since the day we met. What about you?”

“Oh…I think it was at the end of middle school?” You tilted your head, thinking back to it all. “Wah, I can’t believe it took so long for us to confess.”

“Yeah, we were silly weren’t we?”

You smiled and linked arms with him. “Well, we’re together now and that’s what matters.”

“You’re right, love,” He smiled back and leaned in to peck you on the lips.

Your little moment came to an end with Haechan’s fake gagging.

“Gosh, they haven’t even been dating for 24 hours and they’re already one of those disgustingly sweet couples.”

“It took them long enough,” Jeno added.

Of course, the guys were happy to see their friends get together. Jaemin was too. No longer would he let his or your fears come in between the two of you. Though there was no way of telling what your future would be like, Jaemin fully intended on making you happy for the rest of his life.

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lopsidedtreetrunks · 2 months

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Here is my submission for @dribbonart 's amedot fusion competition! I like her a lot, although there are a couple of things I probably could have done a bit better lol

Steven is there for height comparison. All of the text on the page is in the alt text :)

I have A LOT of notes under the cut, which can get a bit stream-of-consciousness-y (because I can never just be chill about something bsdjaksjdlskd),, so I apologise in advance for how long it is 😭

Early research notes:

Mixing amethyst and peridot's skin colours together gets you a kind of sage green colour, so I researched to light green gems

Aventurine stuck out to me as it was the only one i found where it was actually described as sage green, so i thought 'that's perfect' lol

A lot of the healing properties of green aventurine I think resonate with both amethyst and peridot's personalities, from its promotion of friendship to its emission of positive energy

I liked that one of the sites i used to research aventurine mentioned ancient civilisations' usage of green aventurine and i wanted to incorporate that into the fusion's design/personality

It's important to me for her to have aspects of both amethyst and peridot shown in the design somewhere. Most of the time when i design fan fusions I do this in their hair, which is not different this time. I made her hair long, with a bushy tail on her braid representing amethyst, and her three skull braids representing peridot's triangle hair. Her hair is also in a braid bc when i hear the word adventure for some reason the first thing i think of is Lara Croft so,,, thats why i gave her a braid 😅

I wanted her body design to kind of resemble athleisure-wear since she loves relaxing but can get up and go at any point, ready for adventure! She also doesn't need to be complicated. I don't think she needs extra limbs etc since she has her vision power.

Obviously the crystal gems are very important to both amethyst and peridot, so I wanted to give her at least one star on her body. Her torso seemed like the most obvious place, but I'm not sure if she should have more elsewhere, too. The star on her torso can be like a tattoo.

I think she would be very intense in her love for her friends, which might make people uncomfortable. She will back off if she senses this, but she means well I promise!!

She can be spontaneous when it comes to her adventuring, sometimes dragging Steven and the other gems from their beds to go on a Cool Adventure (pearl is NOT a fan of this lmao)

When I say 'adventuring' I really mean just travelling and/or exploring new places, which could be anything from a new city to a deep jungle. Normally these adventures don't last longer than a couple of days... unless they get lost..........

A few amedot related rambles notes:

One of my favourite things about amedot is that they're sooo opposite. I'm such a big opposites-attract truther almost everything I ship there's one puppy dog and one wet cat there's nothing i love more than polar opposite pairings <3

With that said they also share a few things (cough being short asses cough) such as their love of their friends (even if they show it in different ways) and they can both be pretty headstrong. They both had their own journeys - amethyst with her self confidence and feeling inferior, and peridot with unlearning the system of homeworld and the traditions she was so used to. They both had to learn how to love themselves enough to be able to stand up for what they believe in and to let themselves be true to themselves (i hope that makes sense lol)

I think their opposing traits can be quite complementary. Peridot is quite intense; she gets excited about her favourite things and she gets embarrassed easily. Amethyst is more laid-back and tends to roll her own way. They complement each other well.

More refined notes:

Amethyst's personality: Mellow Lazy/messy (affectionate) Improved self-esteem Fiercely loyal

Peridot's personality: Self-confident Smart (robotics) Analytical Intense interests/personality Learned to enjoy life/appreciate Earth

Aventurine properties:

Quartz

Name comes from Italian for adventure

Known as a heart-healer for it's relation to the heart chakra

Said to bring prosperity in all facets of life

Emits a positive energy, slows overactive minds, guides lost spirits, promotes friendships

Ancients Tibetans used it in statues, believing it's glimmer gave them higher vision

Amazon tribes used it in jewellery, believing it gave their royalty and warriors guidance in battles

Aventurine personality:

Self-confident

Enjoys seeking adventure but really values her downtime

Adores her friends - loyal

Can take charge if needed

Can be spontaneous with adventuring

Emotional decision-maker

Although she is very smart, she tends to think with her heart rather than her head

She has a special power - higher vision grants her the ability to see for miles and can focus in any person/thing in the present

Similar to Sapphire's future vision but stays in the present

She gets her street smarts and go-with-the-flow attitude from Amethyst

She gets her intense love and confidence from Peridot

Hyper but content in life

#in which i discover i cant fucking draw steven universe himself 😭😭#amedot contest #amedot #su amethyst #su peridot #su oc #steven universe #aventurine

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chamerionwrites · 5 months

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Tag Nine People You'd Like To Get To Know Better

FAVOURITE COLOUR(s): Rusty red-orange, deep cool spruce green, bright cobalt blue, wine red, the various shades of slate green/grey/blue.

FAVOURITE FLAVOUR(s): Weirdly difficult question, in that what I think I most enjoy about food is the way that different flavors and textures complement each other to become more than the sum of their parts. But I am a huge fan of deep rich fruity-savory umami (sundried tomatoes, a great red chile sauce, things braised in red wine) as well as absolutely any kind of citrus or fresh herbs.

Also, while this isn't exactly one thing and it might be simpler just to say that I like strong flavors, I fall firmly into the These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things camp on a lot of polarizingly funky/briny things (smoked salmon, goat cheese, blue cheese, olives, anchovies, preserved lemons, etc).

Also the taste+aroma of both fresh bread and corn tortillas hot off the comal is imo the human equivalent of catnip, ie "provokes immoderate feral delight on some bizarrely primal level."

FAVOURITE MUSIC: The very sexy Bermuda Triangle where blues/rock/folk bleed into and/or influence one another. Anything else that takes my fancy, including but not limited to a lot of soul, post-punk, and highly danceable salsa or big band swing stuff. Sad jazz. Gratuitously melancholy strings. Great lyrics, great harmonies, deep rich vocals.

FAVOURITE MOVIE(s): I have never in my life been able to pick one favorite book, but Pan's Labyrinth is easily my favorite movie.

FAVOURITE BOOK(s): This is the impossible question to me but The Periodic Table, Signs Preceding The End of The World, The Things They Carried, The Little Drummer Girl, and everything Arundhati Roy has ever written are all on the list somewhere.

FAVOURITE SERIES(es): The Same Sky is exquisitely good and The Night Manager is my id-stroking comfort rewatch. I also loved Andor and the first season of Hannibal.

LAST SONG: I was just going through this tag earlier.

LAST SERIES: Thanks to holiday craft fair season I have had zero ability to do longform TV anytime within the last few months. (Also, frankly, multi-season TV series are the one of the most difficult media formats for my brain to engage with; it's a fantastic storytelling medium when done well, but I personally have a much harder time sitting down for two hours of TV than for two hours of reading and thus getting started often feels like a huge commitment. I am really a 3-6 eps and done miniseries person at heart.)

That said I am a big podcasts-while-working person and I've been listening to a lot of Friends At The Table and Bad Gays recently.

LAST MOVIE: The Wind That Shakes The Barley, which has been on the Somehow I've Never Seen This And I Really Should list for a while. It has promptly been moved to the OFC It's Possible To Make A War Movie That Doesn't Glorify War, Y'all Are Just Fools And Cowards list.

CURRENTLY READING: ...I have to admit that I'm re-reading Kissinger's Shadow (to Mark The Occasion).

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Nothing (see above), though I have ambitions of giving Black Sails a shot.

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: The sketching stage of some linocuts, some experimental worldbuild-y map-drawing (important as Cartography And Its Imperial Misuses are kinda thematically and plottily relevant to the story, at least in its nebulous conceptual form).

TAGGED BY @silkenred (thanks!), and TAGGING (only if you want ofc) @sassysnowperson, @tobermoriansass, @cosmonauthill, @essayofthoughts, and anybody else who feels like doing this. (No really, I'm shy about tagging but please do the thing if you're interested.)

#ask box #about me #my posts

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sweet-sunshine99 · 2 years

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What does spirit want to tell you? - 🌕🥀

Pick any pile you feel drawn to, don't overthink your choice. If it feels right, you can pick more than one pile, you know what's best. Piles starts from left to right, the square being pile 1 and the triangle being pile 3.

Disclaimer: The following is for entertainment purposes only, always put logic and your own intuition before any pick-a-card reading. If something doesn't resonate don't force it to, this simply means the message is for someone else.

Pile 1 ✨

As soon as I started this pile I really felt that you need to slow down. You need to stop being so hard on yourself. You are the only person who will always be with you throughout your entire life so it's important to make sure you're in the right mental state to properly take care of yourself.

A healthy amount of stress is normal, sometimes we don't have the privilege to rest. But you shouldn't overwork yourself when you already have enough on your plate. Take care of yourself and be responsible, but remember that you don't always have to be perfect. It's okay to have bad days, one mistake doesn't make you any less worthy or intelligent.

Things that might resonate:

Yellow, birds, prayer/praying, anniversary, wedding, rhinestone, cultural foods, connecting with ethnic roots, connecting with religion, a proposal, commitment.

Pile 2 🌜

I think those of you that chose this pile might be emotionally distant, closed off, maybe a bit angry, you might have a hard shell. This could present as you being cold and distant to those that love you, or as you judging and harming yourself.

You've been hurt in the past so you've learnt to act distant to protect yourself, I know it's hard but it'd be beneficial to let your guard down to the best of your ability. Sometimes our bodies physically block ourselves from from relaxing and we begin to operate on fight or flight at all times. In a situation like this, self acceptance is key. Similarly to pile 1, if you find yourself struggling to do something remember that it's okay to have bad days. Good things take time, the more you persist the easier it will get, even if it's hard to see change at first.

Pile 2 you need to be more gentle to yourself and others. I think this pile needs to work on trust issues. Of course you shouldn't believe everything everyone says but at some point it really stresses you out more in the end. There are big lies you need to look out for, but for example, if someone is telling you a story from their past, is it really necessary to question them? Sure they may be lying but is it worth your time? Will it hurt anyone if they are? Will you even remember? Some things just aren't worth your time and energy, more important things deserve your attention.

Things that might resonate:

Jealous of other's relationships, heartbreak, deep grief/sorrow, unrequited love, menstrual cycle, ovulation, the moon, connection to femininity, nature.

Songs that might resonate:

Slow dancing in the dark - Joji, Heartless - The Weeknd

Pile 3 💫

Omg omg pile 3 I love you immediately I can tell that you're treated so poorly and most of the time you don't know why. This is because you're not doing anything wrong, you're not half the things people label you as. You know yourself best and you should never try to be someone you're not just to please people you don't even like.

I have a feeling this pile is super intuitive. People might try to tell you to do things differently when they see how you handle your life, but they don't know everything. They haven't lived your life, they don't know enough about your situation to give you the best guidance but a lot of people think that they do. You're pretty smart and you notice the little things others don't, this is why you should listen to yourself. You literally have more information to make an efficient decision.

Some of you are stressed over a deadline or a time limit. Some of you are scared of death or the afterlife. I'm not going to lie your worries are reasonable, but some things have a limited way of being done. Sometimes we don't have the necessities to go for a more simple solution and it sucks, it's not fair. You're allowed to feel bad, but please try to see the good side of things. We are biased creatures so naturally we find what are looking for. When we intentionally look for good things, we're more likely to find them. What I mean is that sometimes we have to take a step back to get ahead of where we are now. This is unpleasant while it's happening but in the end it'll be more than worth it.

Things that might resonate:

Music, making music, producing music, love songs, therapy, clinics, a private person, a secretive person, a crush, dancing, learning how to dance, makeup, niche interests, spending too much time on social media, cosmetology, beauty products, self care.

Placements that might resonate:

Virgo, leo 2H, 3H venus, 2H venus, aquarius rising, 1H chiron.

#astrology #tarot #pick a card #astro community #pisces #aries #oracle reading #tarot reading #pick a card reading #astro observations

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 2 years

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I’ve been waiting for your requests to open and they finally are! Could I request a Melina x reader where they live together on her farm. They’re in a relationship but when Alexei comes back with Nat and Yelena, Melina goes back to him. Reader leaves them be but still helps in taking down the redroom but dies in the process and basically it’s just a lot of angst, regret on Melina’s part and a lot of grief. I really feel like crying today and I was inspired by the Wanda x reader with Vision but I really need a not happy ending. Thank you very much 🥰

I'm not ready to say goodbye

Warnings: Main character death, emotional dependence, depression, suicidal thoughts and therefore 18+ only, Love triangles, angst, Yelena is a great comedian

Word count: 3.4 K

Pairing: Melina Vostokoff x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Despite having a beautiful relationship, the arrival of Alexei makes Melina have mixed feelings about her past relationship.

Reader made a promise that she plans to keep, regardless if Melina stopped loving her.

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Marvel masterlist]

IMPORTANT WARNING: If you or your partner have any of the attitudes that the reader takes,tt is important that you see a mental health specialist. Emotional dependency is NOT a game

"It's strange, isn't it?"

"The fact that?"

"The fact that, we were what we were, and yet here we are… you and I, enjoying our lives, while you try to educate those disgusting pigs, and I, try to pass my knowledge of chemistry at the local university

Mel put her weight on her forearms, so she could get up a little and be able to stare at me, while I was still lying down and playing with her long locks.

"Hey, don't tell Alexei that he's disgusting, he'll be offended" I playfully hit her shoulder, causing the brunette to lie down again, while we both gave each other a smile "In spite of everything, I thank the Red Room for the simple fact of having met you” she gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek

"I think we agree on something, Кролик девочка, I appreciate that, thanks to that torture, I met my perfect doll" I licked her cheek

"You suck Y/N" she wiped her cheek with a quick movement

"You can't say anything, not when you're working with pigs!"

“Even they are cleaner than you”

“Ouch”

“Honey, we better go to sleep, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow”

"I'll sleep, but on one condition"

"Which?"

"Give me a kiss"

Melina quickly began to distribute small and loud kisses all over my face, until it culminated in a much longer and more sensual kiss on my lips.

"These and those you want, my life"

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"Miss Y/L/N" the secretary of the university interrupted in my classroom, making us all turn to look at her

"Yes Rachel?"

“Your wife is looking for you in your office. She says it's urgent."

"Thank you very much for notifying me, Rachel" the blonde left the room, so I turned to look at the students "well, guys, the class will have to end a little earlier than expected, but remember that you already have a pending task"

The guys didn't even wait for me to finish speaking, when they quickly put their things away and left.

Without running, I quickly but discreetly walked towards my office, only to find a distraught Melina pacing my office.

"What happen dear?"

"Alexei escaped from prison and is with Yelena and Natasha"

"And how do you know that?"

“In New York there is a lot of talk about the retirement of the Avengers, while Dreykov informed me of the disappearance of Yelena, and the perfect escape of Alexei”

"And that should concern us, why…?"

“What if they try to find me? You and I would be discovered, or worse, the same room. Это может навредить нам…”

The brunette started to ramble, while having a small anxiety attack, so I carefully put my hands on her cheeks, to make her beautiful eyes look directly at me.

“First, I think it would be very unlikely that they would want to look for you, second, I think you are exaggerating, baby, I don't see such extraordinary reasons to put you in this state; And lastly, if any of your assumptions prove true, I will protect you.”

I felt how her body, despite not being completely relaxed, began to give in to my thumbs tenderly caressing her cheeks, while giving me a slightly crooked smile.

"Of course, you're right" she smiled at me adorably, and gave me a small kiss on my lips

"Of course, I'm always right"

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No, I wasn't right this time.

A week ago, Alexei , Natasha and Yelena had come to our humble cabin, making Melina act completely strange. I understand, I was seeing her, 'daughters' and her… whatever Alexei was.

But even so, I found it strange that Melina along with Alexei seemed to want to ignore me, while Yelena and Natasha herself, were very nice to me, despite their circumstances for which they came here. In fact, even the girls themselves had noticed the almost uncanny closeness between their 'parents'.

So one day when Alexei and the girls were out, I set out to talk to Melina. While she was working on her tablet right in the dining room, with a loud noise I sat next to her, to notify her of my presence.

No, I wasn't right this time.

A week ago, Alexei , Natasha and Yelena had come to our humble cabin, making Melina act completely strange. I understand, I was seeing his, 'daughters' and his... whatever Alexei was.

So, one day both Alexei and the girls went out to talk to Melina. While she was working on her tablet right in the dining room, with a loud noise I sat down next to her, to let her know of my presence.

"What the hell is wrong with you Melina?"

The use of his last name let him know that he was serious.

"With me?, nothing happens" his voice stuttered a little

"Do you know that to be a spy you lie terribly?" She only looked at me out of the corner of her eye, making me notice her discomfort.

“I think I still love Alexei” he whispered, so much so that I didn't understand him.

"what?"

"I think I'm still in love with Alexei" she whispered again

"Melina, stop fooling around"

“I am in love with Alexei”

The mere fact of hearing that phrase made my heart break, I felt how I was short of air, how an almost harmful heat settled on my neck, how my limbs trembled, and how my eyes began to fill with tears.

“Wh…what?

“I'm sorry, Y/N” she had also started to tear up “but, I can't compare how I feel about you and how I feel about him; he was very important…” I couldn't even hear her speech, my ears were completely covered, trying to analyze, when it was the exact moment Melina realized that Alexei still had her heart. Until she said, what she feared the most. "Sorry, Y/N, ours, it can't be"

"No Melina, please" now that my crying had become much louder, I tried to take her arm, but she moved it away with a slight movement

“I'm sorry, Y/N. I really didn't want things to end like this."

“No, Lina, please, don't leave me” I took her arm tightly, hugging her, while staining her shirt with tears “do you want me to change? I swear I can change; But please don't leave me. Melina, without you, I'm going to die. Please"

I was so involved in begging for some affection, that I didn't realize that they had returned, Alexei, knowing why I was crying, preferred to leave the scene, while Natasha looked disapprovingly at the brunette, Yelena just looked at me with pity

"Y/N, please" Melina also had tears on her cheeks, but carefully, she tried to erase them with her free hand "I just need you to understand me"

“How do you expect me to understand you?” Natasha scolded her

"This is none of your business" Melina countered.

"It is, when she's been nothing but enjoyable and nice to us, not to mention having to put up with your fucking shit for years."

"NATASHA!"

I stopped listening to their fight, my panic made my ears close, leaving me alone, along with my terrible thoughts

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Natasha was able to find me a small place to live, near the center of St. Petersburg. Because even though the last thing I wanted was to be separated from Melina, seeing her interacting with Alexei made my heart break a little more.

I hadn't left the apartment in days, my food was running low, I hadn't taken a shower in days, I barely had the strength to cook anything other than a sandwich, but who the fuck cares? The only person I cared about stopped caring, so who cares?

Hopefully I had the willpower to take a little shower, but I always had the same problem, the mirror.

The mirror and I had been bitter enemies for years, but when Melina was by my side, my reflection didn't bother me; if she told me I was beautiful, I looked beautiful, but now that she was gone, I only saw my worst flaws.

My body was thin enough for people to think I was sick, not counting its multiple scars, abuse marks and deep torture, my dark circles only made evident my lack of sleep, my huge nose.

Every day I looked in the mirror, it made me want to cry even more; Sure, how did I expect Melina to stay with me, if I'm the ugliest woman?

Almost always, when I looked at a mirror, I tried to run as far away from it as possible, so this time I thought it would be a good idea to go to a place too far from me, in the center of the city.

So, not caring about my wet hair, I just put on some jeans, a simple t-shirt, a sweatshirt, and some sneakers. I took the little keys, a little money, and I got out of those damn walls.

Melina had always said that going to the city was a great danger, we were an easy target for the red room, so being here, without Melina's protection, while breaking her rules, made me feel strange, like a little girl who disobeyed her mother, and now she is lost, unable to return home.

Despite that, as soon as I saw the faces of the people, their kindness, and their beautiful smiles, I began to walk a little more calmly; buying a little organic jam, and the occasional crossword booklet, which helped me calm down.

Suddenly, I heard a big commotion, people looked up, pointing their finger to a specific place, while keeping their big mouth open; the dogs began to bark, the children hid in their mothers' petticoats, while the adults began to tense up.

The noise of engines began to reach my ears, which made me look up, only to notice, at least 3 aircraft were above the sky of St. Petersburg. 3 airships that I could recognize as belonging to no one but Dreykov, to the red room.

The beating of my heart began to resound in my ears, a tremendous desire to vomit settled in my throat, and my legs began to tremble; they had found me, Dreykov had found me, and now he wanted me to return to him.

I dropped my few purchases, and began to run, causing the other inhabitants to start looking away from the sky, only to land on the crazy girl who had started running, as if they were chasing her.

I hadn't realized that I had run far enough, until I recognized the place where I was, it was near my old home, just a few kilometers from Melina.

I was so focused on running, and hoping to get a look at Melina, that I didn't realize that I had collided with some other moving body, not only making me stop running, but even making me fall off my feet. face to face and bounce a bit

"What the hell?"

"Y/N?"

"Yelena? What's wrong? Why are you running?"

"Why do you run?"

“I saw that the red room is here, just as I had gone out into the city; I got scared, so I started running to... nowhere. Have you already seen it? Are you okay?

“In fact, the room… they were captured. I had had an argument with them, so I hid, so much so that they couldn't find me” the blonde started to sob, so I carefully ran my hand up her arm, giving her elbow a squeeze “Natasha is supposed to and I were going to destroy it together, but now that they have it, I don't know what to do. She is the one who knew what to do, I was only going to support her, but... I can't do it by myself."

"Hey, of course you're not alone, am I painted?"

She looked at me with confusion in her eyes, trying to analyze my words.

“Oh Y/N, you don't have to help me. Trust me, you just have to stay hidden. You already have a life after being a widow, why fight?"

“I made a promise to Melina. I promised that I would love and protect her all the days of my life, until my last breath.

We both started to walk to Melina's cabin, because, if someone was ready with a weapon to take down the bad guys, that would be Melina.

“Are you going to help mama Melina despite what she did to you?” asked Yelena incredulously

“Дорогой, I, NEVER, break my promises”

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Entering the building was not easy at all, especially knowing that they had separated the family members into 2 completely different sections; So, while Yelena rescued Melina and Alexei and helped us free the widows, I tried to rescue Natasha and help her bring down Dreykov.

Yelena was apparently already halfway through her mission along with Lina and Alexei, while I had barely found the Avenger.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"Same as you, make Dreykov burn in hell" carefully, I released her wrists from the manacles that held her captive "so what's the plan, avenger?"

“We have to take Dreyvok to the west wing, there is an emergency bomb there, if we activate it and leave it long enough to disable its escape, we will end not only the mastermind, but also the main building. The women of the world will be able to be in peace”

“Okay, that last one was heard too much from Captain America, I think you've been hanging out with him for a long time. But, it's a great idea. Come on, your sister is already with Lina and with Alexei”

"Come on, before he gets to us"

We both started running from the wing on the east side, to the middle of the building and just as we were going to start moving towards the west side, we ran into some agitated Alexei , Melina and Yelena.

“Do you have Dreykov behind you yet?” Yelena asked

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Melina asked

“Trying to win you back, oh, and I'm also baking a delicious chocolate cake. What do you think I'm doing? I'm saving the world's ass."

"The world has no ass, but…" Yelena began to ramble

"I'm serious, Y/N" Melina interrupted "You shouldn't be here, I'll help you get out of here, you don't owe anything to me or anyone here, you should be trying to rebuild your life"

"Listen to me" carefully, I took her cheeks, making her forehead collide with mine; our eyes closed just enjoying the contact of the other and her smell “years ago I promised you that no matter the circumstances I would protect you, even if it put me at risk. And you know, I'm a woman of my word" I opened my eyes, giving her a quick, but meaningful kiss on her nose, moving away quickly to take Natasha's arm "Let's go, we still have to kill an asshole"

I didn't give Melina enough time to respond, when Natasha and I had started running again.

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Natasha and I had been giving Dreyvok a few good hits, leaving him less time for the bomb to explode, the only thing we didn't know is that, the helipad was less than 5 minutes from this room, 6 minutes was enough for the escape, but we needed at least 8.

With a strong blow, Natasha had sent him to the ground, while he had a hard time getting back up.

I turned my head to look at the clock, seeing that it was 9 minutes before the explosion, I forcefully turned Natasha's body and pushed her to the door.

"Leave away!"

"Y/N, we can't leave, he will leave"

“Not if I stay”

"No, I won't let you stay"

"It's not a question" I took her wrist tightly, forcing her to look me in the eyes "you have 2 families waiting for you at home, I have nothing, I have no one to wait for me after this... just go away"

I released her, only for Dreykov 's arms to tighten around my neck, trying to suffocate me, but with a quick movement I loosened his grip and went back to fight him.

"Y/N!"

"Just go away!" Natasha, with tears in her eyes, turned to open the door and run, but before she could do so, she spoke, despite being now on top of Dreykov "Natasha!" she came back just to look at me "Tell Melina to always love her, with every fiber of my being"

Without further ado, the redhead ran out of my sight.

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Narrate Melina

"Where are you going?" Alexei asked as he poured himself another drink.

"I'm going to do what I had planned for months"

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

“No, I need to do this by myself”

He simply respected my request, and let me out. So, I got into the truck I had obtained, and carefully, I started driving to the municipal cemetery.

Already there, I bought two bouquets of flowers, which combined white carnations with some pink, and others red.

Entering the large lot, I was quickly able to find the tombstone that I had so much trouble looking at, the name 'Natasha Romanoff ' was surrounded by flowers, love, admiration and gratitude, while the tombstone next to her seemed almost empty, without love, without someone who could mourn her loss, no one, except me, who every day, felt emptier without her.

I carefully placed their respective bouquet of flowers, adorning the name of my beautiful 'Y/N Y/L/N'

“Hello, my love” I greeted, trying to swallow my tears “I know it's been a while since I didn't come to greet you, even though I had visited my малышка ” I carefully traced her name carved in stone “but, you have to understand me, it is not easy to know that the love of my life is buried 5 meters under the ground. I'm not ready to say goodbye”

I was completely silent, not knowing what to do, why the hell was I talking to a piece of stone and earth as if they were Y/N? Who am I kidding? Y/N left, left and everything was my damn fault.

Y/N was stubborn, like a damn mule, but if I had begged her to stay in St. Petersburg, she would have, but she didn't even give me time to ask, much less say goodbye

"What are you doing here?"

"I just came to think" the other person sat next to me, while I rested my head on her shoulder "Did you come to see Natasha?"

"Actually, I came to see Y/N" the person left a bouquet of sunflowers, and a small pinwheel that had a happy face in the center "You know, I didn't know her at all, but she helped us, she was very nice with you , despite what happened… she took care of my mom for years”

I started to cry in a more violent way, she took care of me for decades, and how do I repay her? Letting her go for someone who doesn't make me feel a tenth of what she made me feel.

“Sometimes I feel that life has no meaning without her, sometimes I feel that the one who should have died was me, not her, not my маленький цветок”

"Mom, don't say that, she wouldn't like to know what you think… she knew you had us, Natasha and me, and even though Natasha is gone, Fanny and I will always be good company" she said blonde gave me a sad smile, making me do the same

"You are always welcome, my girls" I got up to kiss her cheek

"Okay, let's go, let's do some Pelmenis in honor of Y/N and Natasha."

The blonde forced me to get up, and hugged me from the side, while we walked slowly

"Only without Fanny does not rub in my pants, I do not want it full of hair"

“We promise nothing”

Before I got in the car, I took one last look at Y/N's headstone, now showing that there were people she had marked, that we would carry a part of her with us forever, people that loved her.

'My love, I loved you, I love you and I will love you, forever and ever; until my last breath. I will miss you'

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Кролик девочка - Bunny girl

Это может навредить нам… - can hurt us…

Дорогой - darling

малышка - little girl

мой маленький цветок - my little flower

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POLAROID LOVE - Chapter One

pairing- enhypen x fem!reader

genre- fluff-slice of life-love triangle-angst

summary- y/n has a crush on sunghoon, but things start to go downhill quicker than she realises

note- this is my first fan fiction so I hope I do okay <33

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

y/n sighed as she slowly opened her eyes and sighed.

“Ugh. Mondays suck”

She turned over to turn her alarm on snooze when she saw the time, 8:15. She only had half an hour to get out of the house and walk to school, class started at 9. She dragged herself out of bed and went to the bathroom to do her skincare and brush her teeth. Despite how much she hated Mondays she always felt calm when she heard the peacefulness of outside and heard the birds giving their morning chirps. After doing her skincare she walked back into her room and checked her phone, noticing she had multiple missed calls and texts from Sunoo.

y/n grabbed her stuff and quickly got ready, outfit of the day? Black mini skirt and a black and white striped crop top, white converse and her hair was up in pigtails. She rushed outside to greet her bestfriend with a hug.

SN: finally, thought I’d have to deal with math alone

Y/N: you know I’d never do that to you

SN: good, that’s why you’re my bestfriend

Y/N: looking forward to maths?

SN: y/n.. you know I despise that class. I’d hate it more if you wasn’t there

Y/N: you just love being able to copy my notes

SN: …shut up. Not my fault you’re a smarty pants. Plus, as much as you hate maths too, you love being able to see sunghoon everyday

Y/N: that’s so not true

SN: don’t lie to me, you’re obsessed with him

Y/N: fine..

They started walking to school, not too slowly but not too quickly, it was summer so it was hot outside and they didn’t feel like turning up to school sweaty. The air was hot but every now and again there would be a cool breeze which sent a chill down y/n’s spine.

Y/N: how are you wearing a hoodie and jeans right now? It’s so hot.

SN: hello? It’s fashion. Just cause I’m not wearing a mini skirt like you.

He smirks, eyeing y/n up and down.

Y/N: you love it, I’d love to see you in a skirt love.

SN: of course I do, you always look gorgeous.

Y/N: aww thanks, what would I do without you to hype me up.

SN: love you too y/n, by the way I’d never be seen dead in a skirt.

Y/N: what about that one time-

SN: -DONT. DO NOT.

They burst into laughter. y/n always loved her friendship with sunoo, she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

They just about made it to class on time and sat in their usual seat, near the back next to the window, they sat there every day since they started at that school. y/n turned around to put her bag on the floor, and she instantly got nervous when she saw who was at the back of the class. Sunghoon and ni-ki, the two most attractive boys in school. y/n had seen them everyday but she always had a huge crush on sunghoon, so everytime she saw him she instantly got nervous and had butterflies. She never really saw him talk to anyone except ni-ki. According to Sunoo, they were really close and didn’t have other friends, being introverts, ni-ki didn’t seem as introverted as sunghoon, maybe he wasn’t friends with others to make sunghoon happy and make sure he doesn’t feel replaced.

She got so caught up in daydreaming about sunghoon she was startled by Sunoo tapping her shoulder

SN: thinking about sunghoon again?

Y/N: he’s just so perfect and seems so lovely, I just don’t know how to talk to him and ask for his number

SN: say no more my love, I’ll do it for you, you’ve had a crush on him for the longest time

Y/N: you don’t need to do that-

Before anything else could be said, Sunoo rose from his seat and strolled over to ni-ki and sunghoon. y/n didn’t know what was being said but there was a lot of talking and laughter. Sunghoon didn’t speak, but y/n did notice a little smirk emerge on his mouth before looking her way and she instantly turned around in embarrassment. She had never seen sunghoon show any form of emotion before, so this was.. different.

A few minutes later, Sunoo returned

Y/N: so?

Sunoo didn’t say anything, he just showed his stupid smile and pointed at the book infront of her, telling her to get to work.

The whole class seemed to last forever, and y/n had a strange feeling the whole time, like she was being stared at. At the end of the class before y/n and Sunoo got to pack up their stuff, they felt a presence behind them and a smell of strong aftershave, they turned and noticed ni-ki was right behind them. He handed something to sunoo and signalled him to hand it to y/n. Her heart almost dropped when she saw what it was. Sunghoon’s phone number.

Ni-ki smiled when he saw the look on her face, and as he came down to her ear, he said in a low voice

“He’s shy so he probably won’t text first ever. He’s a lucky guy”

He pulled away and stared at y/n what seemed like forever, until he noticed Sunoo looking at him, confused. He quickly shuffled away, and behind him followed sunghoon, his bag clutched to his chest.

y/n turned to Sunoo and mouthed “OH MY GOD”

The rest of the day seemed like it was taking forever to pass, she knew she had to prepare herself for messaging sunghoon later on that evening.

If only she knew what she was getting herself into.

To be continued…

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samasmith23 · 11 months

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Evangelion: You Can (Not) Marathon — (Part 7)

Neon Genesis Evangelion, “Episode 7: That Which is Manmade/A HUMAN WORK”

Continuing my Evangelion re-watch marathon with NGE, "Episode 7: That Which is Manmade/A HUMAN WORK"! For my thoughts on the previous episode, click the link to the post below:

I’ve gotta be honest... I always remembered this being my personal least favorite episode in the entire series. While it’s NOT a bad episode by any stretch of the imagination, since it still contains a lot of incredibly entertaining action and character beats, it always felt the most filler-y due to now detached the plot feels from the overarching Angel attacks and NERV versus SEELE storylines. Honestly, this episode left less of a lasting impression on me than even Episode 14, (of which the first half is a literal clip show) or the fan-maligned Episode 10 (I actually really love that episode and feel the amount of hate it gets is heavily unwarranted).

With all of that out of the way however, let's dig in!

Something interesting to note about Gendo’s office in this opening scene. The Sefirot, or “Tree of Life” pattern (which is an important religious symbol within Kabbalhaism, or Jewish mysticism) present on both the floor and ceiling here was completely absent in the previous episode when Misato received approval for Operation Yashima. I initially would have guessed that the absence of the Sefirot pattern was simply because of the scene in Episode 6 taking place at daytime instead of night like the current scene is, but in a later episode the Sefirot pattern is present during the daytime lighting as well. So it seems like a legitimate animation goof there! Whoops!

Secondly, many other fans have pointed out that the shadow formed by the silhouette formed by Gendo sitting at his desk heavily resembles that of a Star of David, leading to many fans pondering exactly what meaning this usage of religious symbolism is meant to convey, especially since Anno and other members of EVA’s staff have publicly denied there being any real depth behind all the religious iconography lifted from Christian, Judaic, Kabbalist, Buddhist Hindu & Shintoistic folklore outside of aesthetic purposes to distinguish the series from other mecha-anime at the time.

Except, I personally do feel that there is legitimate meaning to be derived from the symbols utilized in scenes like this one.

For instance, the silhouette of Gendo’s desk is placed directly above the Sephirah on the Tree of Life known as “Keter,” which within the context of the Kabbalah specifically refers to Hebrew term for “crown.” Additionally, the hexagram shape of the Star of David is meant to represent divine creation through the unification of both the contrasting elements of fire & water as well as the masculine & feminine powers. This imagery is supported by Margaret Starbird in her article “The Archetypal Mandala of the Star of David” for the blog The Book of Threes, wherein the author states: “The mandala of the hexagram, also known as the ‘Star of David’ is much older than Judaism, older even than history! As an archetypal symbol for the sacred union of the opposite energies, it is the ‘yin-yang’ of western civilization. Formed by the intertwining of the ‘fire’ and ‘water’ triangles (the male ‘blade’ and the female ‘chalice’) this symbiol represents the masculine and feminine principles in perfect union, the ‘sacred marriage’ or ‘hieros gamous’ of the ancient world. [And] in India the symbol represents the ‘cosmic dance’ of Shiva and Shakti, and the Jewish Kaballah suggests that the Ark of the Covenant contains, in addition to the tables of the Ten Commandments, ‘a regular hexagram representing a man and woman in intimate embrace.’”

The gendered symbolism of the hexagram becomes significantly more evident as the show progresses, particualrly in-relation to the both the logo of Gendo's employeers, SEELE, as well as the mask worn by humanity's progenitor Lilith. Both share the exact same single inverted-triangle design, signifying the feminine without the presence of the masculine.

This not only serves to convey humanity's state of incompleteness as percieved by both SEELE and the Angels (who are the descendants of Lilith's male counterpart Adam), but it is also reflective of both the patriarchal gender roles that are deeply interwoven into the Kabbalistic creation (i.e. Eve being born from Adam's rib instead of the same soil that God constructed both Adam & his first wife Lilith from, as well as Lilith being banished from the Garden of Eden and forever cursed to live as the "Mother of All Demons" after she refused to be sexually submissive to Adam).

Therefore, an individual can interpret the hexagram-shape of the silhouette of Gendo’s desk in-conjunction with its placement towards the "Keter" sephriah on Tree of Life diagram symbolizing a "complete" unification with God through the elevation humanity to Adam Kadmon, a Kabbalhistic figure that according to Medium writer James William Hollibush, refers to, "the 'primordial man' or the 'celestial man.' Adam Kadmon is said to be the first emanation of God, and he is the archetype of all humanity."

In large measure, these theological symbols are indicative of both SEELE's overarching plan of evolving both Lilith and humanity as a whole to a similar plane of god-like existence comparable to that of Adam and the Angels, as well as Gendo’s personal god-complex and selfish desire to initiate his own version of Human Instrumentality that is separate from SEELE's vision in order to reunite with the soul of his dead wife Yui.

Plus, the hexagramic dichotomy between the masculine and feminine is heavily reflective of Shinji’s struggles and failures to connect with and respect the women in his life as part of his psychosexual Oedipus complex. As the series progresses, both Shinji & his father Gendo will function as avatars for the "original sin" in the EVA universe. That "original sin" being misogyny, or man's distrust & mistreatment of women that originated with the conflict between Adam & Lilith (which again parallels Kabbalistic folklore).

Lol! While I stated earlier that this episode was the least memorable for me, I’ve never forgotten the image of Shinji & Pen Pen respectively simultaneously eating their toast and fish for breakfast while arching their heads backward! It’s such an iconic image in my head!

Sigh… Misato here is totally me when first waking up in the morning… well… with the exception of drinking beer for breakfast since I personally don’t drink at all (alcohol just tastes terrible IMO)! Also, in the ADV dub Misato called her beverage “sake” when that’s clearly a Yebisu Beer can… lol!

The contrast between how Shinji perceives Misato and how his classmates Toji & Kensuke perceive her is incredibly interesting. While Shinji views Misato as a lazy slob due to him living under her roof and witnessing just how messy and unprofessional her home life is, Toji & Kensuke instead view Misato as this smoking hot babe who acts like a composed government agent. This dichotomy is likely an intentional act on Misato’s part, as she presents herself the exact opposite way in her professional life and in public than how she actually lives in her own private quarters.

It’s this element of Misato’s character which makes her relatable to many fans despite her flaws, since she heavily reflects a kind of realistic contrast between how people behave and present themselves in public and private settings. Just how much of our true selves do we feel comfortable sharing with the rest of the world? How much are we willing to open the walls of our hearts and souls to others? Which parts of ourselves to we express in public are genuinely reflective of who we truly are as a person, or just a facade to shield our own private insecurities from the rest of the world?

Oh boy! Some important info drops in this scene where Shinji’s testing EVA Unit-01’s cooling systems! In addition to remembering Unit-01’s creepy v*gina-eyeball from Episode 2 and questioning just what exactly is an Evangelion, Shinji comments on how the LCL liquid in the Entry-Plug smells like blood but is comforting, which is reflective of the Freudian symbolism of returning to the mother’s womb that’s fully on display with the EVAs. Also, Ritsuko briefly mentions the shipment of EVA Unit-02 from Germany, as well as NERV HQ receiving severe defense budget cuts, foreshadowing both the appearance of a certain red-haired pilot in the very next episode, as well as SEELE and the JSSFD’s invasion of NERV in The End of Evangelion!

Even more important info drops! Geez… I guess this episode isn’t as much of a filler episode as I originally remembered it to be now that I think of it…

So in addition to Gendo discussing the Human Instrumentality Committee’s plans to construct Evangelion Units-06 & 08 overseas (foreshadowing the Mass-Production Evangelions we later see in The End of Evangelion), Ritsuko partially reveals to Shinji the truth behind Second Impact 15-years earlier. Namely that contrary to publicly available information, the Second Impact was caused not by a meteorite colliding with Antarctica, but rather by a research expedition team uncovering the frozen remains of the 1st Angel, only for said-Angel reawaken and cause a near-apocalyptic explosion that obliterated the entire southern continent and wiped out half of the Earth’s population. Additionally, Ritsuko elaborates that the purpose of the Evangelions is to prevent a potential Third Impact which would fully eradicate humanity, now that the Angels have returned.

Nice bit of visual contrast to the first breakfast scene with Misato now presenting herself in a much more serious and professional manner in her own apartment as she prepares to attend an important conference meeting being held at the ruins of “old” Tokyo!

Now this is very interesting! A private Japanese industrial corporation has actually developed its own version of the Evangelion known as “Jet Alone,” which overcompensates for the EVA Units limited battery supply without an umbilical cable by retrofitting a literal nuclear reactor onto its back!

What I find so fascinating about this scene at the conference is the back-and-forth exchange between Ritsuko and the company’s executive as both of them raise equally valid arguments: while Ritsuko points out the very obvious safety risk of attaching a nuclear reactor to a giant robot designed to engage in hand-to-hand combat, the executive points out how NERV’s budgetary spending on the previous EVA vs. Angel fights has resulted in the depletion o financial and food resources of entire nations (plus the machines being operated by fallible human pilots).

However, the executive can’t help but undermine his position by making misogynistic remarks by comparing EVA Unit-01’s berserker rampage back in Episode 2 to a “hysterical woman.” Yeesh! While this does serve as an unintentional double entendre considering that Unit-01 possesses the soul of Shinji’s dead mother Yui Ikari, that executive’s sexism was completely uncalled for and I can’t help but share Ritsuko’s frustration and offense to the executive’s remarks here (especially given her own tragic background with her late mother).

Lol! Misato’s such a hypocrite! As much as she previously criticized Ritsuko and the executive’s back-&-forth arguments as being “childish,” Misato’s acting pretty dang childish herself by kicking a locker in frustration while cursing up a storm about how much she wants to kick said-executive’s ass! Also, I can’t help but agree with Ritsuko’s takeaway that the executive is, “Just a show-off begging for praise and adulation, petty and not worthy of attention,” given how he resorted to juvenile sexism in order dismiss NERV’s efficiency, severely undermining any reasonable arguments he might have had. Also also, her burning the Jet Alone plans is simultaneously a nice touch whilst also highlighting her own juvenile hypocrisy! She and Misato truly are alike despite being so different, Lol!

And of course something goes horribly wrong during Jet Alone’s activation test, as the mecha refuses to accept any computer commands and begins walking aimlessly as it’s nuclear rods and cooling vents begin to overhear, transforming this robot into a literal walking nuclear meltdown!

Also, while I can’t help but laugh at Misato’s snarky jab of, “It looks like this robot is as badly behaved as the idiot who built it,” since it does serve the sexist executive right, I simultaneously feel dirty for laughing since said-sexist executive’s failure is at risk of causing a nuclear fallout, which isn’t a laughing matter at all…

Also also, Ritsuko seems strangely unmoved by the seriousness of this situation. Suspicious?

Misato’s response to the statement that it would take, "An act of God," to stop Jet Alone’s forward momentum before it inevitably melts down is very intriguing: “Acts of men are better than acts of God.”

While this line serves as a lead-in to Misato planning to utilize the Evangelions to stop Jet Alone, Allison Keith delivers said-line with such strong conviction that I can’t help but wonder if this is also meant to further foreshadow Misato’s traumatic past with the Angels during Second Impact, just like the uncomfortable look she gives in the earlier scene when Ritsuko is explaining the events of Second Impact to Shinji?

Also, nice bit of extra detail there with the dirt on Misato’s dress, face, and hair there! Kudos to the animator’s over at Gainax!

Lol! Not only is the company President golfing during a time of serious crisis, but his voice acting in the ADV dub makes him sound suspiciously like George W. Bush. So the president of the company which produced Jet Alone is essentially two infamously terrible U.S. Republican presidents merged together (i.e. Trump and Bush Jr.)!

Yet again Ritsuko seems to be taking the Jet Alone crisis unusually calmly… definitely suspicious…

Also, I’m curious as to what the significance behind the shut-down password to Jet Alone’s nuclear reactor being “Hope” is.

Also also, dang does Misato look great in that futuristic radiation suit!

Aww… while Shinji might not pilot the EVA for selfless altruistic reasons, and while he might berate Misato for her lazy and unhygienic lifestyle at home, he does legitimately care for her safety when she announces her intention to deactivate Jet Alone’s reactor from the inside!

And Misato gives a more sincere peace-sign to Shinji here than the one she previously gave to his class during the parent-teacher day scene earlier!

This entire chase sequence between Unit-01 and Jet Alone is FREAKING epic, although I can’t help but chuckle at how funny Jet Alone’s arms look when they move as Shinji struggles to prevent it from walking towards a populated area!

Lol! Misato pulls a George Lucas by stating, “I have a bad feeling about this,” when she opens the reactor! And Shinji also adds some humor to the scene with Spike Spencer’s line delivery of, “Stop running you bastard!” Double lol!

Dang! The sequence of Misato desperately struggling to manually push the control rods back into place upon realizing that the fail-safe password and program was deliberately sabatoged, along with a Shinji struggling to contain the increasing radiation heat leaks as Jet Alone is about to enter nuclear meltdown before suddenly shutting down operations was absolutely intense! And yeah it’s obvious that Ritsuko was involved with the sabatoge given her earlier suspicious reactions to the crisis as well as her thinking to herself that Misato was a “crazy fool” to try and play the hero and stop Jet Alone on her own. This is explicitly confirmed when Ristuko is later meeting with Gendo in his office to inform him that aside from Misato’s intervention, that their plan worked.

This goes to show that NERV is not exactly the benevolent peacekeeping organization that Shinji and even Misato believe it to be, as Gendo & Ritsuko we’re willing to risk a literal nuclear meltdown (presumably they would have stopped the meltdown at the last minute even if Misato hadn’t interfered, but still!) simply as a means of reinforcing NERV’s position of power by sabotaging any and all competition from foreign parties in their defense of humanity against the Angels. These events, combined with the covering up of the true events of the Second Impact to the general public, as well as the seedy mass production of future EVA units, definitely indicates that there is something incredibly shady occurring beneath the surface with NERV. That there’s far more to this organization’s agenda than simply defeating the Angels…

Huh… Kensuke just provided a level of meaningful insight to Shinji that I never would have expected to have heard from him. Even though Shinji expresses continued annoyance and embarrassment at Misato’s messy home-life (the exact same behavior she previously demonstrated at the start of the episode), Kensuke states that it simply means that Misato considers Shinji a part of her family because she’s willing to show him a side of her life that she’s unwilling to show anyone else.

That’s actually a really profound observation on Kensuke’s part! It harkens back to my previous analysis about Misato hiding specific characteristics of her personality in public and in the workplace, only expressing her true feelings in private and in the presence of those she legitimately cares for. In this regard, Misato truly does view herself as a surrogate mother figure to Shinji despite her shortcomings, and this only serves to strengthen the bond she and Shinji share as a found family, further providing meaning to both of their existences.

What a neat note to end the episode on!

So that was NGE, "Episode 7: That Which is Manmade/A HUMAN WORK," and overall it was actually a lot better than I remember it being! While still probably not one of my personal favorites from the series, this episode was incredibly important in regards to further fleshing out Shinji & Misato’s relationship as well as beginning to expose the shady corruption underlying NERV as an organization, as well as providing some important information and foreshadowing concerning Second Impact, EVA Unit-02 and its ginger-haired pilot, and the Mass-Production Evangelions! So definitely NOT a filler episode like I previously wrote it off as!

Next time will be Episode 8, meaning that it’s finally time to meet the Second Child... Asuka Langley Soryu!

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writethelifeyouwant · 1 year

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Made For You | Chapter 20

Summary: Dean and Sam like what they have together, and if screwing your brother screws with the universe’s “grand plan” while they’re at it, then even better. Neither of them has ever cared much for tradition or fate, but it turns out there are some destinies you can’t escape. Sometimes, someone is just made for you.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader / Alpha!Dean x Omega!Sam Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: Dean x Reader, Dean x Sam, Sam x Reader, alpha!Dean, omega!Sam, omega!Reader, love triangle, star-crossed lovers, destiny, true mates, angst, mating, accidental mating, threesome, memory lane, dirty talk about age play, Dean’s self-loathing, polyamory, multiple mates, mutual pining Bingo Squares: @spnabobingo - First Rut Word Count: 3.3k

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Dean’s POV

Dean tries to keep his breathing as even as possible after he wakes up so he doesn’t disturb the omegas in his bed. Sam is lying on his side in a mirror of the way Dean is stretched out, one arm under his head, the other slung around the body of their daughter, snuggled up between the two of them. Dean watches them both sleep, knowing that he is being Grade-A creepy, but not able to bring himself to leave the bed or risk waking them. Y/N and Sam had taken the direct exposure to the pollen, they’d need a lot more rest than Dean after the number it did on them.

Even after Dean knotted Sam and then released, the two omegas had carried on fucking, still working the magical sex dust out of their systems. Apparently, the combination of Dean’s knot and his mate’s cunt taking Sam at the same time had confused the magic enough to counteract the fatality of the pollen. Y/N and Sam hadn’t been in any visible pain after that, though still horny and inseparable. The weird mating requirements of this particular strain seemed to have been duly satisfied.

Dean has stayed with them to make sure, of course, but eventually, they both simply passed out from the physical exhaustion of too-frequent orgasming.

Maddeningly, Dean’s cock twitches interestedly at the memory of what Sam and Y/N had looked like together, and he chastises his body firmly. Now is absolutely not the time for him to get it up again. Reaching out, just to give himself something to do, Dean strokes over Y/N’s hair softly, revelling in the calm warmth of her–no longer the dangerous heat that had been emanating from her skin the night before–just the simple flush of a deep and peaceful sleep.

“She’s always been so beautiful when she sleeps,” Sam whispers into the quiet of the room, startling Dean so violently he snatches his hands away from the girl. When he looks up Sam is still lying very still, but his eyes are open and alert.

“Have you been awake this whole time?” Dean gripes and Sam responds with a sneaky smile.

“Your legs always jerk when you wake up, you sort of kicked me,” he chastises his brother, mockingly upset.

“Sorry,” Dean winces, guilty and embarrassed. It feels uncomfortable, having someone know something so intimate about him that he wasn’t even aware of it himself. He had never let anyone get that close to him–after Sam, that is. How many times had they slept together when they were younger–even before they’d started sleeping together–and Sam had never bothered to tell Dean he has this weird, annoying habit?

“S’okay,” Sam shrugs, looking back at Y/N. His face is a carefully controlled mask, concealing what Dean is sure must be a wildly conflicting barrage of emotions.

“How are you feeling?” Dean ventures.

“I think it’s worn off, now,” Sam says, relief clear in his tone despite its hush. “Y/N’s always been a heavy sleeper, she’ll stay out as long as we let her,” he smiles fondly down at the omega between them, his fingers playing idly over the blanket covering her shoulder.

“Sammy…” Dean stops when he realises he has no idea what to say. ‘I’m sorry I accidentally mated you to our daughter right after I claimed her’ is not a sentence he ever thought he’d have to utter. He’s been saying a lot of things he’d never imagined in the past few days.

Some choice phrases he’d said to Y/N yesterday in the heat of passion spring to mind, unbidden, and he feels himself flush in shame at the memory; shame at the fact that the memory has his cock plumping up again so immediately. Fuck, he hopes Sam had been too out of it to remember some of the shit Dean said.

“Look so good bouncing in your daddy’s lap, ‘mega, his cock all big inside you. Bet you did this when you were really little, didn’t you? Sitting on daddy’s knee, bouncing up and down and giggling. Maybe we’ll put you back in pigtails, take a walk down memory lane. Bounce you on my lap and play dress up, just like when you were little, since I didn’t get to see it the first time around.”

“What are we gonna do, Dean?” Sam asks the question that’s playing on both their minds, staring at him across Y/N’s body with wide, earnest eyes. For a moment he looks eighteen again, the way he was the last time Dean saw him in bed and freshly fucked. Sam had been so pretty when he was younger, kinda like Y/N looks now. The expression they have when they’re fucking themselves on Dean’s knot is almost identical – and isn’t that a weird thing to inherit from a parent.

Dean feels a surge of longing to go back to that time when everything had been so much simpler between the two of them. He remembers when he’d had his first rut and Sam and he had fallen into this thing with each other, and they knew it wasn’t ideal but it wasn’t a big deal to them. It was fun, it felt good, and soon enough they were in love and that was that. The biggest thing they’d had to worry about was Dad finding out. Dean hadn’t even been concerned about the idea of Sam presenting alpha and using his ass to rut–fair’s fair, if Dean used Sam, Sam deserved to use Dean. But Sam had never had that first rut. Fuck, what might Sam be like during a heat? Dean feels himself throb at that thought of how desperate Sammy must be when he’s on his cycle, how pretty he’d sound getting pinned down by some alpha… by Dean.

Dean feels a stab of guilt at how his internal monologue would make Y/N feel. Hearing her true mate still wants someone else. Why does he still want someone else?

Dean startles, realising suddenly that claiming Y/N hasn’t made a difference to the way he feels about Sam; the way he’s always felt about Sam in the deepest recesses of his heart. He thought when you found your true mate and claimed them then that was it. Job done, you’re sorted out now. You aren’t supposed to still have feelings for someone else. You aren’t supposed to want anyone else. Your true mate is supposed to be more than enough, that’s why they’re your true mate. They’re fucking made for you by whatever cosmic force is out there pulling everyone’s strings.

So how fucking broken does this make Dean? Not only is his true mate his own daughter (and niece), but he still has feelings and desires for another omega. God, the universe really fucking hates him, doesn’t it?

Maybe this is his punishment for not looking for Sam longer than he did, for not finding him and Y/N and putting their family back together.

They’re all back together now in the most twisted way possible, and they’re stuck this way too, unless one of them wants to send Y/N into mating sickness by leaving. Dean knows neither he nor Sam would ever contemplate doing that for a second, though. So… the three of them, Y/N and her two mates, her two fathers. They’re going to be together. Forever.

“I– I don’t know.” Dean can’t bring himself to look Sam in the eye because he knows what Sam will see there, and he doesn’t think he can take the rejection that will most certainly follow Sam’s realisation that Dean is still in love with him. Sure, they’d kissed while Dean and Y/N were mating, but Sam had been slowly losing it to the effects of the pollen and had practically collapsed shortly after. Even if he does remember it, Dean can just excuse it as the pollen’s fault. No reason Sam or Y/N ever needs to think differently. No one needs to get hurt by Dean being a fucking freak who can’t even mate right. Not on top of all the rest of the shit they’ve got to deal with too.

No, Dean needs to keep this one to himself.

“What do we tell her? When she wakes up?” Sam swallows heavily, the dread sitting thickly in the space between them.

“The truth,” Dean shrugs. There’s no way around it. The mistake has been made, and they all have to live with it now – Y/N most of all.

Three Days Later - Your POV

Seeing Dean in your house is weird. It’s clear he’s not used to living in somewhere as permanent as this, and he always seems shocked by lots of the little things that you’ve always taken for granted your whole life. The fact that there’s a bathroom downstairs and upstairs, the fact that there’s no weird smells or stains anywhere. The fact that he’s offered his own space in the guest room – somewhere he can put his things or go to be alone, if he wants. Not that he particularly wants, you can see that in his eyes. He doesn’t want to let you out of his sight if he can help it, and your dad is the exact same way.

They explained what happened with the whole pollen-mating debacle, and it’s still taking a bit of getting used to–the unfamiliar feelings that you’re having for your father, for Sam. You’ve started referring to him in your head as Sam, rather than Liam or Dad. Neither of those old labels seems to fit him right anymore, not now that he’s your mate, because he’s so much more to you now than he was before. It’s strange as well having two mates. You’ve never contemplated the possibility, even though there are obviously historical examples of polyamorous mating groups, it’s never occurred to you that you might have that capacity to love in that way. But now that you’re faced with the reality of those feelings, you understand how it might be possible.

You love Sam, of course, but now that love is expanding, shifting to encroach into previously forbidden territories. You feel a lot of ways about Dean–affection, attraction, deep-seated need, a sense of wholeness when you’re with him, and you think maybe this is all a kind of love, too. You don’t love Sam or Dean more than one or the other, you don’t love Sam less because Dean mated you first or because Dean’s an alpha and Sam is an omega. You don’t love Sam more because he’s the father you grew up with. None of your feelings are competing. They’re all just mixing together and co-existing, and you like how it feels. You like how happy Dean and Sam both make you, and how happy loving them makes you. It all just feels right to you, no matter how many times Sam and Dean apologise for their ‘mistake’ or for forcing you into something you didn’t choose. But you don’t think loving them will ever feel like a mistake to you.

The problem is that Dean and Sam clearly aren’t as happy as you’re feeling. They’re awkward around each other. Stoic. They act friendly enough, put on a smile as if everything’s fine, but you watch them when they think you aren’t around, and when they think the other isn’t looking. Sam looks at the back of Dean’s head like he’s a single-malt scotch and Sam’s an alcoholic who’s been sober for twenty years. Dean looks at the back of Sam like his little brother is the goddamn sun, the longing dripping down his body like snow-melt on a spring mountain.

Every time you see them acting like this, you remember the feeling of being between them at the hospital, cradled against both bodies while they took care of you. You remember looking up and seeing the pure devastation of their desire for each other as they kissed over your head. You’d thought it was beautiful.

Well, at the time you’d thought it was fucking sexy and it had made you hornier than you thought possible, but you think that’s probably the fault of the sex pollen. In memory, the kinkiness of the whole scenario isn’t what stands out to you anymore; it’s how in love they had looked. Just like you don’t think your feelings for Sam and Dean are competitive, or take away from one another, you don’t feel upset or jealous at the idea of your fathers still being in love, even though they’re now mated to you. On the contrary, you feel that if the brothers being together would make them happier, that will make you even happier. If the three of you will be together as your weird, twisted family throuple anyways, then Dean and Sam deserve to feel as happy and complete as you do.

You spend the rest of the week watching, waiting for what feels like the right moment to bring up the topic, but you never land on the perfect time. One of them always seems like they have something to do or somewhere else to be, and you realise after a couple days of this routine that Sam and Dean seem to have come to some unspoken arrangement about how to split their time with you, giving you space with each mate separately: cooking dinner with Sam while he stands behind you, his arms around your waist as you stir the pasta sauce; watching an old western movie with Dean and snuggling up on the couch, his fingers playing idly with your hair.

None of you have slept together again since the hospital.

Sam walked in on you and Dean making out on the couch and awkwardly apologised as he darted past you to the stairs, not heeding your call for him to come back and stay, shutting himself away in his bedroom for the night. Dean is sleeping in the guest room, and you’re still in your own room. The twin bed feels vast and empty without either of your mates pressed up against you in the night, and you barely get any sleep, tossing and turning but unable to get comfortable enough to drift off. You want to sleep with Sam and Dean, but you feel wrong picking between them, really it feels impossible to choose between them, so you just refuse to pick and suffer through the restless nights alone. Neither of them comes in to be with you, either. They don’t want to force you into anything, force you into a choice.

After a week of no sleep–and no sex–your frustration with the situation overtakes your desire to find the ‘right moment’ to talk to the brothers about your idea. You’ve had enough of letting everyone sink slowly into misery.

Setting the plates of chicken and roasted vegetables down on the dinner table in front of Sam and Dean, you return to the kitchen to retrieve your own plate and a bottle of wine. You pour your fathers a glass each and then pour one for yourself, raising a brow pointedly at your dad when Sam gives the glass in front of you a hard look. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Dean hiding a smirk behind his wine glass as he takes a drink.

“This looks great, sweetheart,” Dean thanks you, reaching out and squeezing your shoulder softly, and you flash him a bright smile, glowing under the praise. “Gonna have to come up with some way to thank you for keeping me so well fed,” he winks and you hear Sam choking softly on his wine as you flush at what Dean’s insinuating.

But, Dean’s given you as good an opening as any, so taking a sip of wine to fortify yourself you answer:

“I have a way you can thank me.”

“Oh, yeah?” Dean grins, cutting into his chicken as he looks over at you.

“Mm-hmm,” you nod with an innocent smile. “You can claim Sam, too.”

The knife squeals against the ceramic of the plate as Dean’s hand slips. Sam’s cutlery clatters loudly as he drops it on the floor.

“Y/N,” Sam’s eyes are wide and frightened looking. “Sweetie, what are you talking about?” He tries to keep his tone gentle, but you can see the strain he’s under in the twitch of his hand and the way the veins are standing out on his forearm, holding something back.

“I didn’t say it in Spanish, did I Dad?” you sigh pointedly, unable to help slipping into your familiar role as exasperated daughter, and Sam’s lips straighten in an unimpressed glare.

“Y/N,” Dean speaks up, and you and Sam both look toward him. He looks nervous. “Baby girl, why do you want me to claim Sammy? You’re my mate, sweetheart.”

“You can have more than one,” you point out. “Clearly.” Your eyes meet Sam’s across the table, and you try to give him a reassuring smile.

“Yeah,” Dean nods slowly, focusing on you and avoiding Sam’s gaze. “But… I just don’t get why you’d want your mate to claim somebody else. What happened with– y’know, it was an accident. We didn’t mean to force you into being split between the two of us the way you are.”

“No, that’s just it,” you shake your head. They aren’t getting it. “I’m not split. You two are the ones trying to split me up, but inside, me, I don’t feel like I’m trying to decide between you two. I just have two mates. You’re… it’s not like you’re the same, because obviously, you’re different, but you mean the same thing... Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m not making any sense.” You take a drink in frustration, trying to organise your thoughts better.

“Forget that for a second,” you decide to change tack. “The reason I brought it up is because I know how you two feel about each other.” You look pointedly at Dean, seeing the colour draining from his face. “Before I knew who you were talking about, it was obvious when you were telling me about the guy you used to love that you still feel that way about him. And I may have been delirious for some of the time at the hospital but I wasn’t for all of it. I remember–” you glance awkwardly at Sam, who’s bright red and staring determinedly at a potato on his plate as if it will open a portal and get him out of this conversation. “And I see the way you both look at each other when you think no one else is watching. And… and I kind of overheard you talking to Ellen and saying you were still in love with Dean,” you admit, looking guiltily at your dad, who turns starkly white, all the blood draining from his face as his eyes snap up to meet yours.

There’s a beat of silence, all of you half-glancing between each other but also trying not to appear to stare.

“It would just be easier, wouldn’t it?” You try again, your voice small and unsure, despite how convinced you are that this is the right solution. What if you’ve somehow just screwed everything up? What if one of them leaves? “I mean, if all three of us will be together anyhow because of me, and if you both feel something for each other too… It just makes sense for Dean to claim you too, so we’re all mated. And then no one is left out, and no one is trying to pick between two people when we… I mean, we don’t have to pick, do we?”

Chapter 21 posting on November 22nd or head to my website to read the final chapter of the fic today!

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