#friends that have been friends the whole time? YAAA

[edenslostwallflower]

don't ever be afraid to interact with leanna even if you're character is a grumpy/mean type. y'know what dynamics are fun to write? grumpy x sunshine!!

#;; mun chatter #........ on the other hand leanna can also be the grumpy so IT STILL STANDS #i dont expect anyone to be nice to her or like her outright either #its called CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT #i love ARCS #enemies to friends? YES #friends to enemies? ow but YES #awkward to acquaintances? YES #friends that have been friends the whole time? YAAA

[bunnyluvs-blog]

Underwater

Leeknow x reader (yandere)

Minho has beed your best friend for years. Always refusing to leave your side. What happens when he forced you to stay by his?

Tags-- Yandare!leeknow, collage!au, mentions skz members, jealous leeknow, angst ? fluff ? no smut, Jeongin is mentioned a lot, mention of Leeknows cats, Sweeney Todd spoilers, words in red are lyrics

Theme - Underwater by Red velvet on Chill Kill

“Yeah, all I need for you’s to stay. And forever you will stay.”

Minho was someone who always seemed a little too close for comfort. It started with insisting on having life360 on each other's phone for “protection”. Then when he was with you, you guys always had to cuddle. Otherwise, he would pout and throw a fit. Granted you and Minho have always been friends. Before middle school, you and Minho would never leave each other's side. Of course, Minho got his friends, and you had yours. But Minho had to meet your friends, even though you never met his. Now that you both attended the same college. That Minho said you two had to go to. You and him ended up in the same friend group. 7 lovely guys all with their personality traits and attributes. 4 of them lived together, Chris, Changbin, Jisung, and Hyunjin. The other 3 also lived together, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin. When you went into college, Minho said you and him had to live together. He claimed that he could never deal with a roommate and that you were his best friend so it was different.

Today was just like any other normal Sunday. All of you guys were hanging out at “3rachas + hyunjins” dorm. Watching whatever silly romance drama Felix and Jisung were hooked on this time. Minho texted the group chat saying he had to pick up more cat food.

“So wait, you telling me Minho doesn't cling to you guys?” you asked Chris you were confused when you were telling him he could sit next to you because Minho likes to cuddle you while hanging out.

“Minho? The guy who hisses when one of us even gets too close? I think he would kill us” Changbin laughs.

“I think he might have something for you” Jeongin chimes in. Which makes you blush. You always had a thing for your cat like best friend. Of course, you never brought it up! You thought you would ruin the only best friend you've ever had if you even hinted at liking him.

Outside of the door, Minho was watching. What was so flirty that you blushed at Jeongin? Does he know? Can't he see that you're Minhos? Maybe you’ve forgotten how much he has done for you. Maybe he will just have to remind you.

“Aren't you curious about what kind of me I am, far underwater?”

It took a while for Minho to find a place to keep you. He could just lock in the apartment, but then that would be the first place people looked. He didn’t want to keep you forever, just long enough so you knew who owned you. he did

Minho wasn't around as much. And it didn't go unnoticed by you. You and him did everything together, why is he suddenly so busy? You tried to bring it up many times, claiming you missed him. To which he would baby you for the night, and then the cycle would repeat. A whole month and a half of this happened. Just like before you brought it up to him.

“Minho where are you?” you spoke to him over the phone

“Y/n-a, I told you I picked up more hours at work. You know how food prices are going up,” he explained to you. Could that just be it? Were you reading too much into it?

“I just..” you took a deep breath. “I miss you, like a lot” you repeated to him for what seemed like the millionth time.

“How about tonight once I finish up, we watch Sweeney Todd?” He offered. It was your and his favorite movie to watch. Often joking about how he was Todd and you were Ms. Lovett. It made you sometimes hope that he liked you just a bit. Even though Ms. Lovett dies at the end.

“Yeah.. yeah that would be nice, but!” you explained. “I want snacks so pick some up!”

He chuckled on the other end.

“Yaaa I’ll pick up snacks for us. I’ll be home soon so take a shower and get comfy.”

You both said bye and you went to take your shower. Minho did intend to watch the movie with you, he just has an extra idea with him.

It didn't take Minho long to get home. He was a lot quicker than you thought, almost like he never really left. Of course, he brought the snacks as he promised. Both of you cuddled up under a blanket and watched the movie. The movie turned into full volume since it always played so quietly. You being you, you ended up falling asleep. Which was just what Minho wanted. Maybe you would call him crazy, or reject him. This was the only way. All he could do was pray you understood why.

“All the feelings I awakened are true, I can't wait, babe, what’s it gonna be?”

You woke up in a dark room, chained, trapped. You wiggled your arms around trying to break free. Which only seem to alert the thing that brought you here. Fuck, you just wanted to be home. Home with Minho. How did this even happen? Was your night with Minho only a dream? Your thoughts were interrupted by a voice, but you’ve heard that voice before?

“I'm sorry I had to do it like this. I envisioned our life together a lot differently y/n-a” Minho spoke in a low tone which sent shivers down your spine.

“Minho..what the fuck is happening? How did we get here?” you ask softly. Scared the man who brought you guys here was going to come back any minute. Maybe you should have thought a little more.

“Silly..I brought you here” Minho confesses. “Please don't get the wrong idea” He continues. “I only want us to be together forever, your mind, and I thought you knew that.” the sadness in his voice pains you a bit, almost as if he didn't just admit to kidnapping you. “I saw the way Jeongin made you blush last month. And I- I couldn't stand it!” Minho yells as he punches a wall, making you flinch. “I couldn't understand how you could fall for him! We’ve been through everything! Your mine, fucking mine.” He couldn't stop rambling. His? You two weren't dating. What did he even mean?

“So I decided to take you. Here. where you are safe from him, from all of them. Don’t worry y/n-a, I would never hurt you.” He rubs your left cheek with his thumb.

“Minho.. I think you have the wrong idea” you start to explain as Minho perks up. “I don't like Jeongin- “DON’T MENTION HIS NAME” he interrupts. The very thought of the thing trying to take his love away makes him turn red with anger. You try to explain again.

“I don't like him- I’ve been in love with you.” You say with a soft voice, scared to anger him again. You were never good with yelling and Minho knew that. You just hoped he wouldn't do it again.

He laughs. Fear fills you. This wasn’t Minho, no no it couldn't be.

“You’re right,” he says, the voice of the devil itself leaves his throat.

“Besides, Who could love you like I love you?”

It's been 3 months with Minho. He still keeps you here. But you are not trapped in the basement anymore. He tells you about the guys and how they are doing. Still refusing to mention Jeongin by name. He told them all you moved back in with your parents since your mother was sick. Surprisingly no one questioned it, or maybe Minho didn’t let them. However, you weren't unhappy. Sure you missed the sun and your friends. But Minho took care of everything for you. You were now his “partner” officially. Slowly you were getting used to this. Maybe living underwater wasn’t the worst.

“You want me endlessly (I want you endlessly)

Digging into your heart without any gaps

You get to breathe like me”

#x reader #fanfic #kpop x reader #skz fanfic #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz #skz x reader #lee know #skz lee minho #skz minho #skz lee know #minho #lee minho #stray kids minho #minho x reader #minho fanfic #yandere skz

[crowning-art]

TGCF SPOILERS!

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He really was just a poor little dude

“His Highness said to himself, ‘It’s okay, I had expected it, no one would stay after I’ve become like this. I can go on on my own. I understand now, I’ve always been alone!!! I DON’T NEED ANYONE!!!’

He's my poor little scrunkly boi, my little meow meow 🥺

I couldn't stop laughing at this, lmaooo just the image in my head is so funnyyy

But I didn’t immediately die, and when he started to act up, my three friends all started screaming from his face. As if they’d done something to him, he started yelling from an agonizing headache, and I was also screaming. The five of us were all screaming wildly, yelling in madness, like we had all gone crazy.

AWWWWW THEY ALL WERE GOUSHIS FOR XIE LIAN! MY HEART!!

Guoshi replied, “It’s them. So, I suppose you are also the disciple of my three friends.

There was something so terrifying about this passage:

“Finding ways to communicate with the friends who had become mountain spirits took me a long time, but after I succeeded, I learned many things. Turns out, the previous dynasty of heavenly officials didn’t fade away naturally. Instead, they were killed slowly, one by one, by him.

He…slaughtered the entire Heavenly Court, leaving no one behind!

As for the corpses and ashes of the heavenly officials of the previous dynasty, they’re all mixed into the foundation of this Heavenly Capital, trampled and stepped on by him each and every day. Right now, perhaps there’s also someone beneath your feet.

Especially when u compare it to the image of pristine white, gold, jade and the grand majesty of the whole realm and suddenly....it's not marble or jade you're staring at but rather the bones of the murdered and the blood seeping out of every crevice....how macabre...

I know it's just a translation thing, but the way the goushi's response was translated just feels so accurate, like yes, this is probably EXACTLY what he said lol I love it

Xie Lian suddenly recalled the strange attitude Guoshi had when he saw Shi Qingxuan. “Master!Lord Wind Master…the skilled fortune-telling master who told Shi Qingxuan’s fortune back then, the one who told his family not to host feasts, was that you?”

“Duh,” Guoshi said.

THE WAY HUA CHENG WAS JUST SMILING AND WATCHING XIE LIAN THE WHOLE TIME GOUSHI WAS TALKING ABOUT HOW SIMILAR JUN WU AND XIE LIAN WERE BUT HOW THEY WERENT BECAUSE HE ALWAYS CHOSE THE PATH OF GOODNESS AND HUA CHENG WAS JUST SO PROUD 😭😭

OK NVM I TAKE IT BACK I HATE JUN WU!! HOW DARE HE MESS WITH THE SHI BROTHERS!! HOW DARE HE??? UNFORGIVABLE!

Ummm....yaaa...about that....😅

“Since the existence of Wuyong could no longer be hidden, anyone who saw the Crown Prince of Xianle and the Crown Prince of Wuyong would think the two were very alike, so it was the perfect solution in leading it all back to you.

I...uhhhh...(thinking back to my theory that Xie Lian was an incarnation of Wuyong prince...)

I HAD THIS EXACT HEADCANON OF GOUSHI REPRIMANDING XIE LIAN FOR LIKING HUA CHENG WAAAY BACK AND I CANT BELIEVE ITS TRUE!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!

Guoshi was doubtful. “Then…could it be…a trait from birth? Well…I never noticed. Hm…alright, this part of you certainly isn’t like him…”

And this part too!!

Guoshi leaned over to argue. "You cunning young man, don't think I can't tell. Aren't you exactly using the fact that His Highness isn't too learned in this aspect? Why don't you tell me right now, to my face, how spiritual power is lent? How many ways can it be lent, and how do you lend it?

What did you tell His Highness?

GUZIII!!!! AWWW I MISSED HIM!!!! lmaooo Qi Rong was such a mood, writing 'I was here' on all the walls and proceeding to get scolded by everyone and then having to clean everything up in a sulky manner lol

Oh my God, all the Goushi confronting Xie Lian about Hua Cheng were GOLDEN LMAOO

Guoshi was puzzled. "Your Highness, how can you say something like that? Your calligraphy was taught by world-class masters, how can you not tell the difference between beautiful and hideous? That writing is totally the worst of the three realms, not even the best teachers could salvage it. What exactly do you like about it? Did your taste fall apart?"

Xie Lian said, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMASTER, PLEASE DON'T SAY ANY MORE!!!

Gosh this part is so interesting to me

Suddenly, he remembered a long time ago, he asked Hua Cheng what Jun Wu was like. At the time, Hua Cheng's response was, Jun Wu must really hate him.

Like even back in the beginning, Jun Wu did treat him well and with kindness, but I guess it kinda makes sense cuz u wouldn't do what Jun Wu ever did to someone you love...

The absolute chaos in Pei Ming's palace was so funny thoooo, everyone just attacking everyone and Pei Ming is just FED UP lol literal party in his house

Xie Lian felt endless sympathy. In some sense, this was probably considered the misfortune of over-popularity.

Oh shoot....with Pei Ming going down to break the array...I think things are gonna start going down hill now officially

#tian guan ci fu #tgcf #tgcf spoilers #heaven’s official blessings #heaven's official blessings spoilers #hua cheng #xie lian #tgcf journey #jun wu #ch 219-222

[pearlsprings]

Jealous! Me? ( Part two)

OUT OF MY HANDS!

People are people. They must be free to love whom they will love and not love whom they choose not to love. I have been compelled to brood over this fact  to snap my heart out of foolishness! Maybe I should say, jealousy!

This introductory visit was supposed to be brief since PP had to return his office and I had a load of other things to do. But as always, you never quite spend the time you plan to spend with YAAA... 30 minutes easily become 3 hours around YAAA! I kid you not! And the amazing thing is that it feels like you have only been with her for 15 minutes... Lol!

As I suspected, she was not interested in managing a forex account of her own, like myself. She suggested that PP manages both our accounts for us for a commission on our earnings. Coming to that decision was easy since we were both certain that we were unprepared to commit all the attention required to manage a profitable forex account.

 WEIGHTIER MATTERS: Positive Distractions

PP's spiritual senses were in tune and in no time, the weightier matters for which I believe the Lord orchestrated this meeting began to show up and distract PP...needless to say, the next 2 hours or so, were not spent discussing forex trading.

The Lord visited YAAA  in a most beautiful way and I believe her whole family was touched one way or another because of this visit.

 SMITTEN !

So PP was bitten by the bug... He was caught by the allure of YAAA's company and the ambiance of her cozy home (same thing happened to me).

There was a request that we return the next day... Distractions part two! This time, we met her husband. PP was gobsmacked! He loved the man. (I guarantee you would too if you were there). On and on we went... PP I mean. I was more of a spectator actually. Just loving all that the Lord was doing!

PP received some gift vouchers from YAAA'S 'Head' who promised to sort me out later. I didn't have any problem at all.

Things begun to ruffle my feathers a bit when PP came to my home later that afternoon to hand me two of the vouchers... Feeling guilty or bad for me I guess. I suspected he will do this and I rejected it.

I sent him away quickly, telling him that I am not his Pimp. I was busy cooking at the time and I also had a meeting in the evening which I could not be late for.

Then I had to send PP the phone number for YAAA.

They of course begun chatting and YAAA will tell me whenever they did. (to the best of my knowledge)

Before you know it, PP started to visit YAAA by himself. This is not a bad thing... But what?

 JEALOUSY GO SHEE!

When I heard about walks in her yard and 'Kofi broke man' lunches, I confess I got sober. I began to wonder why Kofi did not mention these to me.

I shocked myself in the ensuing days.

Lava hot jealousy gripped me. Here I was thinking all sorts of things; he is enjoying my new friend, when he kicked against meeting her in the first place... I finally found a friend in the faith, who is also female... And now PP has waltzed in and is whisking her heart away... From me... And he now wants to do stuff with her I thought was exclusive to us... And what's worse, I handed him to YAAA on a silver platter!

I love YAAA... I know she loves me right back... She told me so.

As for PP, he has sentenced himself to life as my 'Ride or Die'! It is what it is!

So why was I hyperventilating each time I thought of them together?

I began to feel angry at PP. Why was he enjoying my friend? Why didn't he just stick to forex trading? Ah!

I stopped answering PP's phone calls. I needed space to think.

I know I was being unreasonable. I mean initially, PP was behaving as if he couldn't go over to YAAA's home without me. I of course told him that was silly and I was not his Pimp! I eventually admitted to myself that I was jealous. I also convinced myself that I had to get over it. These are two people I am grateful to God that our paths have more than crossed at this side of eternity. Instead of 'stewing' in jealousy, I must put my time and emotions to better use and just love. I am actually glad they both get along.

Unfortunately, before I could complete the self soothing process, I got caught.

 BUSTED !

Okay, so did I mention that YAAA is a fierce lawyer, entrepreneur, wife, mother... SFFS? Nothing escapes her attention. So I kind of expected it when she called me and pinned me down with the question... "Do you have a problem with my relationship with PP?"

I was ready! Thankfully, I had just cleared my head on the subject.

Without giving her all the details, I told her  what I honestly felt. It helped to talk about it to another person. She told me she was breaking up with us both... Lol! She didn't want to come between friends... (she was just joking).

PP called me a few minutes after. I declined to take the call. I was going to handle it when I had time.

This was the very next day though. PP came over to my home. I poured my heart out, he took notes. He addressed all the issues I brought up. He was surprised but glad that I opened up... Guess what? YAAA called! Then she came over!

I wish I could say... "And they lived happily ever after" but you know what they say "two is company, three is a crowd".

I must say that I thank God for this 'Crowd'.

#frienship #friends #openness #love triangle #spilled truth #real deal

[chill-vibes-but-rainbow-panic]

Honestly, maybe it's just the fact that I might be aspec, or that I've never been in a relationship myself, but I always find it. Really weird how people talk about their exes.

Like, I was watching a roleplay-video about two people arguing, because one of them kept getting messages from her ex, and not few people in the comments were like:

"Nah, not immediately blocking your ex is a red flag, she's a manipulator"

"If your someone's ex, you can't just go back to being friends, something will stir up"

"If my girlfriend kept her ex's messages, I'd get up and leave, too"

And these are not exaggerations, these are just paraphrased comments.

And I find it weird, because (and btw the person in the vid wasn't even responding to the ex, so those comments were even less warranted), ever time there is a story like "I broke into my ex's house and burned their furniture and planted murder evidence on them), (especially if it's a girl and her guy ex, for some reason) there are so many responses like "Yaaas queen, they deserved it 100% NTA!!!"

But like...there's also no further context. People can break up for all sorts of reasons: Friends who got into a relationship and realized they liked being friends better; partners whose life goals just ended up not matching; partners that just fell out of love; anything like that. That's no reason to immediately go scorched earth on somebody.

Hell, even if they did despise each other afterwards, people can change! They could have gotten closer again! What do you mean exes can never be friends again!!! (Probably stretching here, but it almost feels like treating romance as the highest form of relationship, meaning if it doesn't work out, no other form will)

Idk, sometimes it just feels like people immediately equate ex to 'worst person to exist on planet earth and an abuser', even if it could just mean 'person you are no longer in a romantic relationship with' and not much else

I can understand, if a new partner might be worried about being left for an older flame (because you can't really control what you worry about much), but a simple "We're not on bad terms, so we still talk" should be enough, and not this whole "but they are your EX!!!!" thing. It really depends on the individual relationship with the ex, and shouldn't be generalized this much

#Genuinely can't decide if aspec tags are appropriate here #It's probably not *that* relevant to the topic really #ex partner #I'm just kinda ranting here sorry. There's a reason I tend to avoid that but I had to many Thoughts #might delete later #Just Talking

[gay-and-also-sad]

Homophobia, Trauma, Healing

Understanding trauma means understanding yourself. I am starting to believe that no one gets out of this life completely unscathed. No matter who you are, trauma will come for you. Sometimes it’s something that seems insignificant, sometimes it’s so gargantuan it will cast a shadow on the rest of your days, and sometimes it’s like a steady drip of water onto your forehead, pattering onto you until you go insane. 

Family really is the Chinese water torture of trauma. It drips on you all childhood until one day you’re an adult and you go to college, forgetting all about the pressure on your skull. Drops aren’t worth thinking about, and your forehead is dry now anyway. So you go about your days, attending classes like nothing bad has ever happened to you. 

And nothing bad has ever happened to you, to your knowledge. That is until Thanksgiving rolls around, and your mouth is full of turkey as the dripping begins again. Now though, it’s unbearable. Once you’ve felt the comfort and warmth of being dry, the drops feel like a torrential downpour. Your chest is tight for the rest of dinner, and you’re left wondering what happened.

I was talking to my girlfriend the other day about this weird thing I would do in college. I now think it was the beginning of my realization that I had been a victim of the family-style water torture. At the time I thought I was going a little insane. 

While I was working, or walking to class, or taking a study break, I would spend hours a day thinking about things that my family had said, or might say, and I would have these imagined arguments with them in my head. I remember how they would fill me with this white-hot rage. I remember certain things would trigger it, too. If I saw an article about Republicans trying to pass homophobic legislation, I would seethe thinking about how my family wouldn’t see an issue, or worse, agree with it. 

I had a whole script ready for the day my aunt had something to say about transgender people. The rant had the perfect amount of Biblical legitimacy, scientific evidence, and irrefutable logic. Still, when I would recite that rant to myself, testing out every single response she could possibly have, I was so angry. 

For a long time I knew I needed to stop doing this. I knew it was unhealthy. I even had a hard time understanding why I was doing it. These fake arguments never made me feel better after; in fact I almost always ended up feeling much worse after it was all through. Even my partner at the time had an issue with the way I would engage with these things. So why was I doing it? 

Every once in a while I would have a glimpse into my own psyche. It was always when they would finally do it, they’d finally say one of the things I had been waiting for them to say. And I had it; I had the perfect response ready. 

I remember one time in the middle of a shift at my college custodian gig, I got a text. It was on the family group chat, a continuation of a conversation from the day before. They had been discussing that one of my aunt’s friends had met Mike Pence. So far, I had managed to keep myself out of the conversation, but this text was one I couldn’t ignore. 

As always, I had waited patiently for them to give me a reason to retaliate. This time it came in the form of a photo of my aunt’s friends with ol’ Michael, with a caption that said he was ‘incredible, kind, humble’ and ‘a genuine believer’. Of course I knew these things weren’t true, and now that a value judgment had been made it was my time to strike. 

So of course, with all of my practice I knew exactly what to say. I responded ‘yaaas we love a kind, humble, and homophobic king’, with a bunch of heart-eye emojis because of course I did. I remember sitting in a bathroom I was supposed to be cleaning, physically shaking as I wrote out that message. 

That message did start a conversation, during which I did say some things I am actually proud of, although I do still think my initial response was rather funny. I think that incident was the beginning of me understanding exactly what was going on with myself. Before that I couldn’t put my finger on it, but once that happened, the light began to shine through. 

There was a common theme to all of the fake arguments I would have with my family. They were all about their bigotry. I had never had a fake argument about foreign policy, or student debt, or the economy, or anything like that. Every time I found myself imagining these fights, it was always about bigotry. These episodes would also very often be triggered by something I saw in the news that I knew these relatives would agree with. The BLM protests in early 2020 somehow damaged my relationship with my grandmother, even though we’d only had one conversation about it. 

So, what was going on? This didn’t make any sense. The bigoted things my relatives had said to me were few and far between, and I had spent time creating this compilation of things that they hadn’t said to me. I had seen the tip of the iceberg, and created my own behemoth underneath the surface. Now, I admit that does sound very unfair to them. I shouldn’t be ascribing views to them that they haven’t come out and said themselves. I don’t know for sure that my grandma is glad that Roe got overturned, I mean she’s never told me that directly. 

But that’s the funny thing about it, every time I thought my iceberg of bigotry was unfair, they would say something out loud that I had put in the iceberg. That would always, inevitably, give me the sense that I was right in all of my assumptions. Everything they said to me now was unsurprising. 

Every homophobic comment, every mildly racist line, every facebook post they made, it all reinforced my view of their beliefs. To this day, they have not said anything to me that has surprised me in terms of their opinions. I know it’s taboo to come right out and say this, but at least for the relatives I’m talking about, I have a pretty good idea of the things they believe even if they haven’t said it explicitly. 

That’s the thing with bigoted views, if you have them, you’re unlikely to think very differently from other bigots. Of course there’s a difference between a TERF and a ‘yer dad’ type transphobe, but neither will tell me something about trans people that I haven’t heard before. 

So, a part of my behavior made sense. The practicing I was doing in my head was paying off. Eventually they would say something, and I would have the correct talking points to counter it. But the thing was, I also had the correct talking points to counter the opinions they had on the ‘welfare state’, but I wasn’t neurotically creating arguments in my head where my grandma would talk about fraudulent food stamps, I was creating arguments in my head where she would call me a slur. 

Finally, years later I have a girlfriend, and I’ve come out to them as bisexual. (Extremely fun experience 10/10 definitely won’t be writing a blog about that later.) It’s been over a year since I’ve been that angry from just thinking about what someone could say, but now I know why I would make these bigotry plays. 

I think I would do this as a way to recover from the water torture that was growing up around people with bigoted views. For so long, I had just sat there while they made these comments. I remember one time I mentioned a gay person, and my aunt turned to her son and said ‘that's when two boys kiss, that’s gross, right?’ And, as the child that I was, I sat frozen, unable to counter that. Of course now we both know she can’t get away with saying things like that around me. 

I wasn’t out as bisexual back then, in fact I didn’t even know I was queer at all. It sure felt like my family did though. I always felt othered, uncomfortable when they would make homophobic comments. Since I didn’t know why these words made me feel so awful about myself, I grew up saying nothing. I think these internal monologues were a way for me to fight back against the bigoted specters of the adults from my childhood. 

Once I began to counter their bigoted statements as an adult, the anger began to subside. I remember when I was twenty, and I would snap at my family when they would say something awful. There was such a rage behind my voice that I knew they weren’t listening. I had to get it out though, I had to say something. 

Now I’m glad I said something. I think actually saying something did more healing than arguing with a fake version of their bigotry ever could. When they say something awful now, I’m able to counter it calmly, in a way that they will listen to. That was always my goal in college. I really believe people are generally good, that they’re capable of change. There is a certain level of finesse needed when pointing out someone needs to change though. 

I was always so frustrated when my grandpa would say a slur, and I would snap at him, angrily telling him to never say that again. I knew he wouldn’t be receptive to that, and in fact, I may have pushed him further into his bigotry. I do think those times were more for me than they were for anyone else. I think it’s a necessary stage though, to get to a place where you can respond in a way they will be receptive to.

I’m finally at that stage. The final evolution where you become some sort of a ‘bigot whisperer’. They’ll listen to you, and at least in my experience, they will get a little better. There was a brief window where I saw a future where I could attend family gatherings without having a full blown trauma response afterward. 

Then, I got a girlfriend. Once the bigotry is directed back at you, all bets are off. Now I felt like I was back at square one, unable to calmly engage with them. Part of that was because it was digging up all of the childhood trauma I had from their homophobia, and part of it was because of the sheer weight of it all. I have had nearly a full year of every sphere of my life being infiltrated by queerphobia. I’ve lost friends, had to endure transphobic threats at work, and now my family was being very really extremely normal about it. 

So what’s the point of all this rambling? Two things, I think. One is that growing up around homophobes is traumatic, no matter how mild it is. For years I’ve been experiencing symptoms of it. Sure, the comments were few and far between. The comment my aunt made about gay people being ‘gross’ was honestly the worst one I think I’ve heard from them. Over the years though, it’s been hundreds of mild comments that paint a picture. 

Now they’re part of the mosaic of homophobia. A small piece in a machine that exists only to crush me and people like me. Their piece may be small, but I think I was hyper fixating on it because it’s the only piece I felt like I had the power to change. It’s also the only piece that exposed me to homophobic religious trauma for my entire childhood, no matter how mild it was. 

That much was easy enough for me to understand. It’s hard to accept that something so small can traumatize you. It makes you feel weak. But then you remember that at least you weren’t telling a 12-year-old how being gay is a sin, because that is infinitely more pathetic. 

I think there’s another realization that is important to make, and it’s one that has been very difficult for me. Homophobia is traumatic, yes, that’s true, but the thing that was difficult for me to realize is that it needs to be treated the same way as any other trauma. 

I’ve been having such a hard time standing up for myself because homophobia is so socially acceptable today. Most people do not understand how incredibly fucked up it is to sit someone down and tell them, ‘I have no problem with you being gay, but I do ask that you refrain from showing affection to your girlfriend in my house’. 

I know that is an insane sentence. I know that the second half completely negates the first half, but the reality is that there is an entire political ideology set up to convince people that that is a perfectly acceptable sentence to say. So every time I fold, and I try to explain the insanity to the person, instead of rejecting it outright. 

The correct response to that sentence is, ‘You obviously do have a problem with me being gay, and I will not be coming to your house any longer’. But instead I spend hours trying to get that person to understand why that sentence upsets me, to get them to see my point of view. The truth is, there are mountains of social messaging that tell that person that since they said they ‘don’t have a problem with gay people’, whatever they say afterward isn’t homophobic. 

It very clearly is, and saying homophobic things to a gay person is traumatic. Doubly so when you then act like there’s no reason for the gay person to be upset with you. Triply so when you then accuse the gay person of oppressing you. 

It’s pure insanity. The likes of which you typically only see from narcissists and emotional abusers. And queer people should have no qualms treating these homophobic ‘opinions’ the same way you would treat a verbally abusive parent. 

At least for me, I get a lot of guilt about doing that. I know why they believe the things they do, I know they sincerely believe their homophobia doesn’t hurt me. So, I feel guilty for making them feel bad for their bigotry. I feel guilty for making them realize how horrible they’ve treated me. I am trying to move past that guilt, because I think I owe it to myself to stand up for myself without apology. 

It is sometimes necessary to engage with homophobes in the same way you would an emotional abuser. You should put yourself first. If you feel like you can’t handle a conversation, you should leave. You should set your boundaries firmly and stick to them. You should engage in a conversation only when they seem open to change and you feel like you can handle it. 

If having a relationship with your biological family is something that is very important to you, then you should make your best attempt to keep those relationships. But I beg you, please do not let those relationships come at a detriment to your mental health. If these people really care about you, they’ll eventually realize how their homophobia hurts you and change. If you find yourself in fight or flight at the Christmas dinner table though, it might be time to leave. 

The only thing I feel I have left unaddressed is how the bigoted members of my family feel about all of this. Empathy can only go so far. Some of these people want you to have so much empathy that you will let them wipe their shoes on you because they are dirty. Don’t be a doormat. You deserve so much more.

#coming out #trauma #lgbt #tw homophobia #childhood trauma #homophobia

[lesbianpleasuresss]

Soooo I finally hooked up with this girl I’ve been talking to for about a month. I found her on instagram and thought she was so fineeee so I followed her. When I DM’d her she asked if I saw her on a dating app and I just went along with it :) SOOO then we talked on the phone everyday for like 2 weeks! And we were messaging constantly. I finally flirted with her a bit and mentioned kink and she tells me she has a gf. (IF I had actually found her on the dating app I think I would have seen that)... SOOOO at this point I'm like fuck I really like her but I dont want to be a home wrecker. SOOO I decide to start treating her like an actual friend. One day I’m going to hook up with someone who lives near her and I was on the phone with her and she goes ‘hey if anything goes wrong just swing by my place’ and I s2g she jinxed me. BC the person ghosted me and I ended up going by her place and having a drink. I felt like the interaction was going so well and then at the end of it she was like yaaa you feel like a sibling to me AND I WAS devastated. I was like nooooo :( she saw me visibly cringe but she thought it was because of a gendered term (sissy). LMAOOO anyways long story - we hung out another time at her parents, went to get drinks in LB, and then hung out on her couch. SOOO I thought we would be fine going to a lesbian day party together bc there are so many other people and we could sober up before I needed to drive home. We started drinking at her place and in the first uber on the way to the club she had her hands on me, put my hand on her thigh and then asked me to fix her hair in the car. I started fixing her hair and I pulled it on purpose and I KNEW she would be into it... when we got to the club she asked if she could hold my hand while crossing the street. It was so sweet :) and we went into the party and started walking around. At this point she was a little too drunk but I figured a little water and a little dancing and she would be fine but she kept pushing to get more drinks so I finally said you know what go for it. And once she drank that one it was overrrr. SHE was so messy. falling asleep in my arms, being held up to get grinded on, security kept telling me to check her and I WAS IKE BRO this is my first time coming out with her, idk her like that... a few hours into the party we were in a corner together dancing and she grabs my shorts by the belt loops and bends me over. When I stood up and tried to stop her she pulled my hair and said something nasty to me and I was trying so hard not to jump her, so I told her we had to leave. She was too drunk... she thought I was mad at her but still held my hand the whole way home. When we got back to her place we laid down on the couch and started talking about how the day went, getting kicked out, etc... I scooted close to her so I was perpendicular to her body. At some point she started rubbing my back and she undid my halter top bra (IT WAS SO HOT) I was melting and knew that I shouldn’t give in so I got up went to the bathroom and tied it back on. Then came back to the couch. We talked a little more and then she pulled my hair and I had to tell her to stop. She kept apologizing and I was like nooo I'm not mad, I'm turned on. So instead I offered to give her a massage. She took her shirt off and I climbed on top of her to rub her back. She was so soft, making the best sounds, and then once I did her entire back she flipped over. She brought me back on top of her and told me to do everything again but on her front. I started rubbing her stomach and chest lightly and finally gave in and leaned in to kiss her. 

Extra thoughts; idk if she would even be into me if she was single and could date whoever she wanted,,, 

[twistedwonderlandsimps]

to add on the Relive! Yuu thing to make things worse on the day of the OB thing? Yuu ends up getting skewered by Riddle's vines during the fight or Accidentally gets trampled on Cater's clones or something along those lines and the only ones who remember are Ace, Deuce, and Grim... The aftermath and the start of the Savannaclaw arc goes something like this:

Deuce immediately whisking Yuu away along with Grim while Ace stays to make sure that none of them--Riddle, Trey, Cater --follows after them, no one bothers to of course thinking that Yuu might just really need to rest after the whole shenanigan, but things get even more stranger when Their underclassmen are actively making sure they actually don't meet. Often times stepping in to drag Yuu away before they can even speak to them or making excuses as to why Yuu can't go (The boys actively make sure Yuu doesn't meet any of them--because I refuse to believe that Yuu doesn't get nightmares after all they've been through).

Needless to say they're annoyed by their underclassmen's behavior but its not like they have the right to complain considering that Yuu did go through a lot because of them (oh honey you dont even know--). One day though, they manage to get lucky. Riddle manages to catch Yuu during the three idiot's detention and hits them up, suggesting that they both chat on the way to meet up with Trey so that they can have a tea party later. Yuu after all, ever the sweet soul agrees.

The two of them then meet up with Trey and the thing with ruggie happens... Except... well, you already know who falls, the only difference is that Yuu never did know how to catch themselves so instead of their leg snapping, it's their neck that does... Cue the two panicking because oh fuck the only nice kid who wasn't kalim in school is fucking dead because of them oh god what should we--only to be consoled by a Yuu who was--somehow okay???? Yuu obly smiles at them somberly before explaining their situation gently.

Considering that the two are smart it doesn't take too long for them to put one and two together to realize why their underclassmen had been so adamant in making sure they never got near them :(.

-also can i be infodump anon?

Yaaas, I’m mc’lovin this anon!

Another two for the trauma team! *sobs*

If Yuu had any reason to fall, it’d be because of preventing either two of them from getting injured since Ruggie doesn’t really have any major reason to injure them. So originally Riddle was the one who was supposed to fall, but Trey managed to save him at the expense of his ankle getting sprained. Except now that Yuu’s here, they reached out and managed to keep Trey upright but they lost their balance and fell down the stairs, landing on their head weirdly.

Just imagine Riddle and Trey watching, unable to process what was happening yet. They heard a loud crack and now Yuu’s motionless on the bottom of the stairs. Denial sets in and they rush down to tell Yuu they shouldn’t be joking around at a time like this and that they need to go to the infirmary because they could’ve injured themselves badly. No response.

Trey decides to carry them to the infirmary so they pick them up but their body is just so lifeless and they’re cold and it isn’t right. It doesn’t feel right. Riddle asks why he wasn’t moving, telling him that they should go to the infirmary because Yuu must be in a lot of great pain that they’re unable to speak. Denial at its finest, my friends.

Just as Trey was about to tell them that Yuu’s gone, he feels the previously lifeless person in his arms shifting slightly and warmth coming back to them. Yuu opens their eyes and sees the two of them and the looks on their faces. Yuu’s expression falters because they know that look on their face, “…again, someone remembered again. I’ve hurt them, I’m sorry you had to see… I'm so sorry...”

Yuu tries to lighten up the atmosphere and says, “It’s alright, I’m fine and all good as new! Most people I meet here have a tendency to accidentally kill me after meeting me.” They meant for it as a light hearted joke, trying to wave it off as something minor, as if saying ‘it’s alright cause I’ve done this a lot of times now, so another one doesn’t really matter, you don’t have to worry’. Riddle and Trey aren’t amused because excusez moi? Did you just… Did you just say that most people you meet have killed you?

So they explain what just happened to them. They don’t really need to hide or move away so that no one hears what they have to say because telling about their condition has the same effect as someone who doesn’t have any affection for them see them die. People just,,, ignore it. As if they can’t hear them.

So they’re all overwhelmed, Yuu says that they probably go to the infirmary if they feel unwell but both boys refused and decided that they should go home cause they have homework or something so Trey and Riddle decided to walk Yuu to Ramshackle after they try to heal them with their magic only to come up with nothing. And by walk, I meant Trey refusing to put them down and just carried them all the way while Riddle kept an eye out, looking at them every now and then to make sure that they were still there.

Imagine how awkward it would be if Yuu asked them not to tell Ace, Deuce, and Grim. They don’t want them to worry. They don’t even have to know about what happened today which basically made Trey and Riddle realize the implication that the trio had seen Yuu die before. Yuu whips them up something warm and sweet to hopefully take their minds off thing, even temporarily.

So then, said trio barge into Ramshackle after their detention and sees Trey and Riddle there. Kinda weird and surprising but there’s food on the table and they’re exhausted so they’re not really in the mood to question anyone. They bicker and talk to each other and the atmosphere lightens up a bit. Trey and Riddle sees Adeuce, Grim, and Yuu laughing and talking to each other, occasionally trying to invite them into the conversation. They were all so peaceful and looked like they were having fun… Guess they can understand why the Ramshackle Prefect didn’t want them to tell the others what happened earlier…

Also, yeah! You can be infodump anon! Welcome aboard, hehe.

#infodump anon #relive!yuu #relive yuu #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland au #twst au #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #twisted wonderland headcanon #twst headcanon #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland imagine #twst imagine #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenario #twst scenario #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios

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Proms suck | MJ x fem!reader

A/N: ok ok I know this is a really cliche concept but I tried my hardest to not make it too cliche , I hope you guys like it also MJ DESERVES THE FREAKING WORLD AND I LOVE HER SMM :,((

“y/n No!” were the first and much predictable words that came out of your girl friend’s mouth, when you proposed the idea of going to prom. 

“bu-

“no” 

“you are not letting me fini-” “nope,nope,nope” she said with closed eyes and an innocent smile.

“come on it will be fun.” you pleaded, “since when has the idea of going to prom been considered as fun, especially by you and me. oh that’s right never.” she replied. “ i mean it hasn’t but i just thought that it might be fun or whatever.” you mumbled and sat down next to her with a disappointed  expression on your face. “y/n whatever happened to us ordering pizza and watching movies till our eye lids gave up and couldn’t open.” She tried convincing you by kissing your cheek. “look i was never against the idea of us having a night in, but don’t you think that its time for a little change. when we grow older and go to college we will look back at these memories and laugh at the stupid cheesy pictures we took when we were high schoolers And i don’t want you missing out on any experience just because you thought it was lame and stupid.” You explained, silently hoping she’d say yes to this. Mj looked at you and your puppy dog eyes and she knew she couldn’t say no. There were a few seconds of silence between you two when you decided to break it and dramatically say “ Plz MJ the light and love of my life, the treasure of my heart plz will you say yes to going to prom with me.” 

“ Fine.” she agreed with red cheeks, to which you squealed and hugged her real tight saying “ i love yaaa!” in a weird silly accent. 

“ Y/N/N, we are going to be late. can you hurry up.” MJ yelled waiting for you by the stairs of your house. “ coming!” you yelled back. You looked at your self in the mirror to see how you looked like and well it wasn’t bad you tried to keep it casual and not wear something too fancy in case MJ thought you were way too extra but she wouldn’t really think that right? She is your girl friend she loves you. The word ‘love’ reminded you that she and you had not really said your ‘ i love yous’ yet. Which freaked you out i mean it is normal for couples to not say i love you when they have only been dating for 3 months right??? Your overthinking was interrupted by your mother coming to your room and saying “ you know she will fall for you even more than she already has when she looks at you.” you turned around to give her a thankful smile. “ really?” you questioned, “really” your mother said. Which boosted your confidence, you thanked your mother and made your way downstairs. “ lets go” you said making MJ who was talking to your brother turn around and freeze in place. she couldn’t take her eyes off of you. God you were perfect she thought as you made your way downstairs. “ Wow! y-ou lo-ok re-ally wonderful, like really pretty.” she stuttered. You smiled at her flustered state and kissed her cheek while saying “ you don’t look too bad yourself .” She was looking breathe taking too and your bones felt like jelly when you saw her in her black coat suite. 

When you and Mj arrived there. It was not what you had expected. Sure there was still music,a whole lot of teenagers who were well extremely horny,but other than that the hall was decorated beautifully. You and Mj made your way towards the table where Peter and Ned were sitting. “ Wow is it just me or did you just come to prom.” Peter said to Mj while you all sat down at the table. “Yeah well, proms can be some times fun too you know.” She tried to lie but she wasn’t fooling any one. “ yeah yeah whatever, this is literally proof of how much she loves you Y/N.” Peter replied. To which both of your and Mj’s cheeks turned red and you mumbled “ Shut up Pete.” “ So you wanna have some fun.” You said to Mj when every one had left the table and given you both some privacy. She got up from her seat stuck her hand out in front of you, indicating the fact that you should grab it and replied “ hell yeah.” And with those words the night began. You both danced crazily on the stage with your friends, drank aLOOOt of punch, took those cheesy couples pictures and watched Peter puke five times the entire night. You couldn’t have wished for anything more. This whole night was perfect. After all of you were wasted sitting on your table a slow song started playing in the background. You could see that Peter and Ned had passed out on the chairs next to your chair with their heads on each other’s shoulders. Now only you and MJ were left. It was pretty awkward for you both because a. You had never been in a REALLY CLICHE ROMANTIC MOMENT WITH HER WITH A ROMANTIC SONG PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND. And b. You both had no idea what to do. The awkward silence was broken when Mj said “ Do maybe wanna you know dance or whatever.” While scratching the back of her head and looking every where else except your face. “ yeah sure.” You replied with a smile on your face. With flustered faces and shaky hands you both made your way towards the dance floor.

She put her hands on your waist and you around her neck and although you both had no idea what you were doing you still starting twirling a little. “ Hey I had a really great time tonight, thx for making me not think proms suck.” Mj Said “ I had a great night too, I mean it was perfect because well we had alot of fun and also because I got to spend it with you.” You replied. You both were looking into each other’s eyes the moment was perfect and all you kept mumbling to your self was ‘ say it Y/N say it’ and so you did. “ hey Mj.” You whispered, to which she replied with a “ yeah.” “ I love you.” You breathed. “ I love you too.” She whispered back and with that she connected her lips to yours, making butterflies erupt in your tummy. It sounds so cliche but it’s true.

#fanfic #oneshots #fluff #imagines #spiderman #spiderman far from home #peter parker #michelle jones #marvel #marvel x reader #fem!reader #mj x reader

[aomine-ryo]

kise breaking up with fem s/o like maybe he just used her or it was a bet or idk (yaaas angst but idk if you could make a HEA work at the end?? but yeah :P) scenario pls thank youu ❤️❤️

The DRAMA lmaooo

I really like writing for Kise ngl so it’s kinda long. I hope you like this :) x

Scenario: Kise using and breaking up with a fem! s/o

Kise Ryouta likes playing games. Basketball, football, tennis— you name it, he’s probably played it. But things like sports take a long time to hone enough skills to thoroughly enjoy it. So what does Kise do when he’s in the need for a quick bit of fun? Fool around with girls’ hearts, of course.

Kise’s track record with girls has not been the best. In fact, the track record is so incredibly long that it would take a week to get through it all. Despite this, he gets girls falling for him time and time again because of his looks. It’s quite pathetic to him really. At this point, he’s just seeing how far he can go with this. The moment he gets bored with the girl he’s with, he calls it quits and moves on to the next. Toying with their feelings over and over.

You were fully aware of this. But for some reason, you thought you were different. No one could blame you to be fair. There’s something charming about Kise that no one could resist.

Prior to your relationship, you and Kise were actually quite close as far as classmates went. He was paired as your lab partner for Chemistry and he also sat behind you for Math so it was inevitable that you had to communicate. He’d tell you all about basketball and all his endeavours with other girls and you’d just listen whilst trying to make sure he didn’t cause any chemicals to explode (it was quite ridiculous how often this nearly happened).

“So, Y/N, what’s your deal?” He asked you in the middle of a practical activity one day.

“My deal?” You repeated in a questioning tone, taking your eyes off of your notes to look at him in confusion.

“You know, I’m always the one sharing. Tell me about yourself. Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked you.

You did your best to hold back a laugh so that you didn’t seem pathetic in front of your crush. “No, I don’t,” you answered simply.

“Seriously? When did your last relationship end?” he asked, getting way too comfortable with the questions.

“I’m not sure. Maybe a year ago?” you replied, hoping this conversation would end because it was embarrassing on your part.

“A year?!” Kise exclaimed far too loud for your comfort.

“Geez let the whole school know, why don’t you?” You snapped, a tint of pink rising in your cheeks as you looked around nervously.

“Well that’s just simply wrong. Someone as cute as you shouldn’t be single for that long,” Kise said smoothly, catching you off guard as your cheeks got even brighter.

“Hm, sure,” you muttered in a sarcastic tone as you did your best not to leap in joy at the fact that he called you cute.

“No, I’m serious. Let me take you out on a date,” Kise said with his award winning smile.

You felt like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest and lay limp on the table in front of you. “Ha ha very funny. As if you even like me like that,” you said, maintaining your cool and logical thinking.

Kise placed his hand on top of yours, which was resting on the table, the sudden warmth sending your mind into a frenzy as you looked at him with concern. “Well I’ve actually liked you for a while now. I was kind of just working up the courage to actually ask you out,” he said, the sweetness of his words paired with the way his thumb grazed over the back of your palm swaying your judgement.

You took a deep breath in attempt to collect your thoughts. You had to be realistic here. You didn’t want to end up like those other girls he talked about. “You’ve practically gone around the whole school. What makes me so different to the other people you’ve gone out with?” you said, hating how harsh you sounded.

Kise seemed to be impressed by your response. It wasn’t often that girls would question him like this. However, it just make him smile with joy. He liked a challenge; you would be adding good fun to Kise’s game.

“I’m not sure. Something about you makes you so easy to talk to. You should know— after all, you know so much about me at this point when I barely know anything about you,” Kise said before tightening his grip on your hand. “We’d work well as a couple, don’t you think?”

You tried to think it over, but your mind was far too blown away with this information that you couldn’t even form a coherent thought. Every part of you screamed at you to say yes, but you were still hesitant. You didn’t want to end up getting hurt. “Could you give me some time to think about it?” You asked, noticing Kise’s smile falter a bit.

Hearing that answer made him ecstatic though. It had been a while since someone seemed to be uninterested. It just meant that he could try harder and improve his game. Which is exactly what he did. He gave you a few days to think about it, but he certainly didn’t sit idle and wait around for a response. He’d send you texts every now and then, engage in flirty conversations with you during class, and even buy you chocolates in attempt to get you to say yes.

It worked though. In the end, you couldn’t say no to Kise Ryouta.

To you, it seemed like he liked being around you. He was always giggly and cheery and your relationship seemed to be lasting longer than the average length of Kise’s past relationships. Maybe you were the one who could finally tie him down.

“Hey there, cutie,” Kise smiled at you as he walked into the classroom of your after-school club one evening.

As usual, the supervisor was not around when Kise entered so he took his liberty in placing a peck on your lips as a way to greet you. A few of his exes were a part of your club and they’d always roll their eyes at the act, but you didn’t pay too much attention to it. “Hi Ryouta,” you’d reply softly once he pulled away, though his hand would remain on your waist.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Err,” your eyes scanned your area to see if you’d left any of your belongings. “Yep, all good,” you nodded, letting him lead the way out as you waved a quick goodbye to your friends.

“So, how was your practice?” you asked him as you walked across the school campus towards the gates.

“It was fine. Nothing new. You should come watch me practice, it’d be much more fun with you there,” he smiled, swinging his arm around your shoulder and causing you to lose your balance for a moment.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the act. You were now pressed against the side of his body as you walked, and the scent of his sweet cologne was stronger than ever. “You know I would if I could,” you replied.

“I like having you there to cheer me on. Plus I won’t miss you during practice then,” Kise said, causing you to blush. He’d used this line on countless other girls before and it always worked. It was fun to watch how you’d all just wrap around his finger so simply.

“God that’s so cheesy,” you said, averting your gaze out of embarrassment.

“Well it’s true,” Kise responded. He didn’t get that kind of response often but it was still clear as day that you enjoyed it.

Kise placed a kiss on the top of your head as you two continued to walk and talk about your days. This was how it always was with Kise. He’d pick you up after school and walk you home, saying goodbye to you with a rather passionate kiss.

Every now and then, Kise would be left home alone, so he’d call you over. And who were you to say no spending time like that with Kise? You had to admit, Kise knew what he was doing. You were never left unsatisfied. Surprisingly to Kise, he actually enjoyed this time you spent together more than he did with most other girls. He didn’t think too much of it though because he had made up his mind about you. You were just another one of his little games.

A few weeks into the relationship, you had started feeling more comfortable with your relationship with Kise. In fact, most of the school had begun to identify you two as a couple. Everything seemed to be going smoothly with him though, so you weren’t all too worried about that because you genuinely did feel like there was something between you two.

One Friday evening though, he picked you up after school with a smile like he always would. The two of you liked to visit a nearby cafe after school on Fridays so that’s where you were headed. He listened to you talk about your day though he seemed to be a little less responsive than usual.

“Hey Ryouta, is something wrong?” you asked him after you two finally settled down at the cafe after placing your orders.

“I know this is kind of sudden, but can I be honest for a moment?” Kise asked, a discomforted expression sitting upon his face.

“Of course, you can tell me anything,” you nodded, putting a hand over his reassuringly as a waitress placed his hot chocolate and your strawberry milkshake on the table.

“These past few weeks with you have been amazing,” Kise began. He always hated this part— it was such a pain. “And you’re really a cool person.”

“Aw thank you. That’s so sweet of you,” you smiled as he took a sip of his beverage.

“But I don’t think that this is going to work out between us, Y/N,” he said, making your heart sink.

“What?” you said hoarsely, unable to believe your ears.

“I think we should break up,” he reiterated.

You struggled to fight back your tears as your throat felt as though it was closing up. You should’ve known this would happen. “I don’t understand. What went wrong?”

“Y/N, you’re amazing and I feel like you probably deserve better than me,” Kise said. He’d used this line many times before too. However, a small part of him was genuine about it this time.

“Why do I feel like you’re lying to me?” You said, thinking out loud.

Kise was taken aback by your response. Did you see through him? “Lying to you? About what?”

“About why you’re breaking up with me. Someone like you wouldn’t think that there’s anyone ‘better’. So what is it? Is there someone else?” you couldn’t believe how blunt you were being. Your mind was moving too fast for you to process what was even going on.

Kise hesitated for a moment. He didn’t have to tell you the truth. He could easily lie his way out of this. Make up any other reason that isn’t the truth to spare your feelings. How could he say that he’s bored of playing around with you in a nice way? “I never actually wanted to be with you,” he said, words flying out of his mouth as if he drank a truth potion.

“Excuse me?” You said, appalled by what you were hearing.

“I mean, I was using you— wait no, I was just messing around.” Kise was a stuttering mess. Why was he saying this stuff? Why was he nervous to hurt your feelings? Why couldn’t you have just accepted that he wanted to break up easily like everyone else?

“You were using me?” You repeated his words, your sadness slowly turning into anger. “So was I just another fling of yours?”

“No,” Kise replied immediately. What was he saying? Yes you were.

“No?”

“I mean, yes you were. I was just bored and decided to date you for fun,” Kise said honestly, unable to even look at you in the face.

“So it’s true then. I’m just another one of your throwaway girls?”

“Yes,” Kise said. His eyes looked down in shame. Why was he mad at himself?

“You’re such an asshole!” You yelled, throwing your milkshake into his face, gaining the attention of everyone at that cafe. “Never talk to me again.”

You stormed out of the cafe, wiping the tears away from your eyes as you did so. Kise was left sticky, soaking and dumbfounded. This was certainly a first. He grabbed a few tissues to wipe the drink off of himself, but it was no use, he was still visibly covered in it. He quickly left the cafe too after apologising to the workers for causing a scene. He felt so embarrassed. Not once did he ever feel so hurt after a break up.

“Ugh what a bitch,” he muttered to himself as he walked home all sticky. Why was that so incredibly difficult? If anything, he was glad you told him not to talk to you again because he was equally mad at you for putting him on the spot like that.

When he got home, he immediately took a shower and tossed his clothes in the laundry basket. Once he was finally clean, he landed on his bed with a tired sigh, beginning to go through his phone like he usually would when he gets back from school. He noticed that you had blocked him on all social media, so there was no way of contacting you— not that he wanted to anyways.

He spent the rest of his weekend lazing around and going out with his friends like he usually would. He tried to get a fresh start and get the numbers of a few cute girls he saw, but for some reason all he could think about was you. He’d ask for a girl’s number and they were more than compliant, no witty comments like you would do. He’d go to the mall with his friends and remember which stores you liked to shop at. Hell, he couldn’t even have peace in his own bedroom because he’d remember you laying there with him. Countless other girls have been on this bed so why were you the one that stuck?

Kise did his best to avoid you at school. It wasn’t all that hard since you were doing the same. You inevitably had to work with him during Chemistry, but you could do so with minimal words exchanged.

A few weeks went by and Kise still couldn’t get you out of his mind. He tried going out with other girls but they never kept Kise’s attention long enough for him to forget about you. There were even times where he’d almost call them by your name. It was getting pathetic at this point. Maybe he did actually like you.

Kise’s mind entertained this thought for a while and it was slowly picking him apart. It even began to affect his performance at basketball because his mind was so occupied with the thought of being in an actual relationship with you. He was beginning to grow tired of running extra laps as a punishment for not being focused.

What made you so different? Kise couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard he tried. Perhaps that milkshake to the face woke him up. No other girl would dare do that to him. We he really being swayed by the fact that you threw a milkshake at him?

Eventually he gave up trying to figure it out. However he did come to a conclusion. He wanted to be with you. For real this time.

He managed to run into you after school one day. After dating you, he managed to memorise your schedule so finding you wasn’t too much of an issue for him. “Hey Y/N, can we talk?” Kise said.

Hearing his voice immediately made you turn on your heel and attempt to walk away as fast as you could. It was no use though, Kise quickly caught up to you and stopped you my grabbing onto your wrist.

“What the hell do you want?” You snapped.

“I wanted to say that I was sorry for using you like that,” Kise replied, pushing away his pride.

“What do you want me to say? That it’s okay that you wasted my time?” You retorted, trying to wiggle your wrist away from Kise’s hold.

“I genuinely am sorry. Something about you made it so that you never left my mind and now I’m trying to change, I just don’t know where to start,” Kise explained. “How do I get you to forgive me?”

“You can’t. Just leave me alone, why don’t you?” You said, finally breaking away from his grasp and walking away before he could bring you to tears again.

Kise ran after you once more. “Y/N, please. I really like you. I want to date you— for real this time,” he pleaded.

You finally stopped in your tracks. You stared at him with the coldest expression your face had ever worn. “Are you insane? What kind of desperate idiot do you take me to be to think that I’d agree to going out with you again?” you said, raising your voice.

“I don’t know what more I can say except that I’m sorry about before. I genuinely do like you, Y/N. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since we broke up. Ask any girl I’ve dated and I can assure you that I’ve never backtracked like this before,” Kise said, noticing tears of frustration beginning to well up in your eyes.

If you were being honest, you really wanted to believe that he liked you. The time you spent together wouldn’t have felt like a waste if that were the case. However it still hurt. And you didn’t want to be hurt like that again. “I don’t know, Kise. How can I be sure that you’re not lying to me again?” You said.

“I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you again, but I can promise that I won’t lie. If I lie, I’ll buy you as many milkshakes as you want to throw at me— you can hold me to that.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of his promise, putting a smile on Kise’s face as well. You took a moment to think about it before finally letting out a sigh, “Fine, I’ll give you another shot. But one lie and you’re buying me ten milkshakes to throw at you,” you warned.

Kise’s heart filled with glee. He couldn’t remember the last time someone made him feel like this. He was so elated that he nearly started skipping down the pavement. “Oh my god thank you,” he said, pulling you into the tightest hug ever. “I’ll treat you right this time, Y/N-cchi.”

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #knb #kise ryouta #kuroko no basket x reader #kise ryota x reader

[a-froger-epic]

Major Joe Fanelli stan here. I know you have a soft spot for him too 💕 I just find the dynamic between him and Freddie so interesting xD I’m not sure Freddie ever developed the kind of relationship with any other ex like he did with Joe. He clearly trusted Joe a lot. From Joe’s POV, maybe he realized a romantic relationship wouldn’t work (bc let’s face it, Freddie was a needy partner) but opted instead for genuine friendship. I also have a soft spot for Joe because he nursed Freddie when AIDS was ravaging him physically. I can’t imagine the conversations Freddie and Joe must have had about that. I like to think Freddie did his best to keep Joe’s spirits up but poor Joe must have been scared to see what laid in store for him 😔 But yes, I’m so glad Freddie had Joe by his side. I think his impact and his role in Freddie’s life is severely overlooked 🥺

Yaaas, I love Joe! 😤💕 He is super overlooked when he was clearly such a close friend of Freddie's.

So my thoughts about their relationship and how it ended is actually that I don't think it would have been such a conscious decision of this, or that whatever it may be is "wrong" with Freddie, like he's too needy, too much, or whatnot. I think from Joe's POV, he fell hard, at least for a while. Because this was a guy who left his whole life behind and just... came to London. To be with his rock star boyfriend, who had totally picked him up one night and swept him off his feet, pretty much. However!

He gets to London and his boyfriend already has a boyfriend who is, uhh, not that okay with the whole poly thing. Was Joe even okay with it? I think he was probably more in a state of overwhelmed acceptance, like: "Okay, okay, the life of the rich and famous, this is fine, that's how it goes, I guess, this is... normal." — All while being totally out of his depth in every conceivable way.

So, long story short, I think everything got way too much for Joe very quickly. No wonder he developed a problem with alcohol, the man was trying to cope. Ultimately, he couldn't.

But I think even so, he and Freddie probably got on very well as people, just had a good chemistry/dynamic, and Joe was not the sort to hold grudges or wallow in the past, which is why reconciliating their relationship into a friendship later on actually worked. "Hey, we went through a lot back there, but we had some good times, eh?" sort of thing.

That's my take, haha. I may be completely wrong, who knows.

As for Joe nursing Freddie while he also had AIDS. God, yeah, that must have been hard. I think there was a strong sense of being in the same boat there though. Solidarity, if you know what I mean.

#ask response #joe fanelli

[thearchdemongreatlydisapproves]

Character ask meme: Nihlus, Saren

Skksk I knew my poor little meow meows will pop up here

First impression

Nihlus: I thought he was going to be the turian romance I was so excited for him 😭🤡

(Also that mandible twitch lives rent free in my head)

Saren: "Did Bioware just introduce their bad guy with a butt shot and a pan up?"

Impression now

Nihlus:

Saren:

Jsjsjs i feel like if I try to explain my current impression of them it will reveal too much about me

Favorite moment

Nihlus: The way he just turns his whole back to Saren. Tell me you're fucking without telling me you're fucking

I think Wrex says at one point that the only time you see a turian's back is when they're dead and I think about it every time I see this scene

Saren: every scene "Goodbye, Shepard. Thank you." No, I am not alright

Or "Are we allowing dreams into evidence now?" Yaaas, king, go off! 🥰

Idea for a story

[REDACTED]

Favorite relationship

... each other.

I think they're such good friends aha 🥰

Unpopular opinion

Nihlus: not sure ngl. Every opinion I have on him isn't an opinion it's a fact 😤

Saren: ... bratty bottom and a pillow princess.

Favorite headcanon

Nihlus: His whole life he's been told by everyone that he's rash, irresponsible and not good enough, getting constantly ignored and passed over because he couldn't fit the the mould of a good turian. He's always had to suppress himself and hide and feel like he's stuck in one place while everyone around him moves on to better things

Saren was the first person to see his true potential and to push him to achieve it. This is the first time Nihlus feel like he's allowed to take up space.

Saren: Kind of a milf. Reblog.

Mentally I can't go into too much details because I already feel like a cat showing my belly to you guys im sorry thank you for asking ily

#ask #character ask meme #saren arterius #nihlus kryik #mass effect

[tickly-trashcan]

Phantom Thieves Headcanons

oughh this started as brainworms over Yusuke and Makoto while I was playing earlier but i decided to just do the whole group because the brainrot is stronggg. I hope everyone enjoyssss

Akira Kurusu/Joker

okay first off idk what to call him for his real name LMAO so we’re going with Akira

He’s not crazy ticklish, but he can definitely get laughing pretty hard

His tickle spots are probably his sides, ribs, and underarms

He has a really cute laugh, it’s a bit higher than his regular voice but not by much

He wasn’t tickled much before transferring to Shujin, but after making friends with Ryuji he was often met with random tazes or tickles

Ryuji is his primary ler because Akira doesn’t really mind because they’re friends, even getting him back sometimes

Akira is a pretty good ler himself, though he doesn’t tickle people very often unless they intiate it

He had Ryuji nearly in tears one time after a prank though, and Ryuji has (sort of) learned his lesson

He’s also tickled Yusuke a couple of times, though he’s gotten him back plenty

I feel like after a little bit he and Akechi would also get into some tickle fights, Akira probably winning most of them

Morgana/Mona

it feels so odd adding Morgana to this but i figured i might as well just since he’s part of the group lmao

I feel like he’s not really that ticklish? but he does enjoy it

He loves like tummy tickles or tickles behind his ear, and even though he barely even chuckles (it’s more like purring) he really likes it

He only lets Ann do it though, anyone else is a no-go

Futaba tries constantly because she sees Ann doing it all the time but Morgana always hisses at her

She does get him every now and then, but Morgana isn’t a huge fan because Futaba can be a bit rough

Ryuji Sakamoto/Skull

Ryuji my baby *sobs*

He’s really ticklish because I said so and he has a really cute laugh because I said so

His laugh is really loud and frantic when he’s being tickled, and he giggles if you wiggle your fingers at him to threaten to tickle him

some of his tickle spots are his hips, knees, and tummy

Akira and Yusuke tickle him a lot, either because he’s being a dork or they just feel like it

When he was still on the sports team he got tickled by his teammates every now and then to help him destress but not anymore

Now if Ryuji’s feeling a bit antsy before a mission, all he needs is a few tickles to ease his nerves and he’s good to go

He loves to tickle Akira and Yusuke omg they probably get into tickle fights every now and then aaa

Ryuji loses ofc because he’s too ticklish for his own good and Yusuke and Akira can easily gang up on him

He tickled Ann once and got punched, so he doesn’t anymore lmao

so basically what I’m saying is he deserves a few tickles hehe

Ann Takamaki/Panther

okay kinda like Akira she’s not super ticklish but she has a few spots that have her laughing

She has literally such a pretty laugh omggg its like an angels laugh yaaas

she’s ticklish on her hips and under her arms

everywhere else she might giggle, but those spots she’ll definitely laugh, especially if you catch her by surprise

Ryuji’s tried to tickle her before, and that was just an epic fail so the only people that really tickle her now are Makoto and Futaba

Makoto doesn’t tickle her very often just because she’s very shy, but when Futaba comes out of her shell she’s definitely a huge tickle monster with Ann

Ann gets them back too! She’s more of a ler than anything so she’s good at tickling people

She can have Makoto and Futaba wheezing but she never really tickles any of the guys

She does occassionally poke Yusuke or Akira, but after Ryuji snuck up on her it’s a no go with tickles for Ryuji

Yusuke Kitagawa/Fox

YUSUKEEEEE

okay so since he’s one of my favorites he’s naturally really ticklish and that’s just how it works

His tickle spots are his ribs, tummy, and under his arms!

He doesn’t really like being tickled by people, but he doesn’t complain if it’s his friends

he has a pretty loud laugh, and it can be a bit squeaky if you get him in a bad spot

After he’s been tickled to bits the first thing he says is something like “That was embarrassing” because he just knows that he looks like a dork when he’s tickled lol

I meant that in a loving way, he’s a cute dork

Ryuji and Akira tickle him the most, and sometimes they even gang up on him which just has this poor boy absolutely reeling

Ann and Futaba also occasionally tickle him, and he can get a bit flustered when they tickle him

He doesn’t tickle others very much, buuut he does tickle Akira and Ryuji and occassionally gets into tickle fights with them!

He also might poke Ann or Futaba back a little if they poke him, but sometimes they full on tickle him if he does that and so he refrains most of the time

Makoto Niijima/Queen

Makoto my beloved

I feel like Makoto would actually really like being tickled! With both her parents being gone and her sister being busy most of the time she’s a little touch starved like me lol so when met with tickles she doesn’t mind at all

Her tickle spots are her tummy, ribs, and hips! But her neck and shoulders are also ticklish~

She’s never fully admitted to enjoying tickles, but it’s kind of obvious because of how she keeps her squirming to a minimum and only asks to stop when she really needs it

Ann and Futaba tease her about it sometimes and she gets really flustered and denies it, but they know

Haru is a bit nicer and gentle with her tickles, and Makoto is thankful for that but it’s still a bit embarrassing hehe

Haru was one of the people who very bluntly asked if she liked it, and Makoto did eventually admit to it but only to Haru

She’s also really flustered tickling others aaa she only ever pokes or very quickly scribbles up someones side, and even then, it’s only with the girls, Yusuke, and Akira

TLDR; absolute lee and absolutely deserves the tickles she wants

Futaba Sakura/Oracle

AN ABSOLUTE BABY she’s so sweet i cry

She’s veeery ticklish, but she’s not really used to being tickled

She can get overwhelmed easily with tickling, but the group knows when to stop with her when they tickle her

Akira, Haru, Ann and Yusuke are the ones who tickle her most often, though they do it in small intervals to make sure she’s completely comfortable

Her tickle spots are her tummy, hips, and knees

meanwhile, she’s a totally ruthless ler who loves to “torment” (her own words) her friends

They were hanging out in the cafe one time and Futaba just dug her hands under Ryuji’s arms (a constant victim of tickles from everyone it seems) and he just screeched

And he got yelled at by Sojiro which was probably Futaba’s plan in the first place

Futaba finds tickling as a way of pranking people, and she’s a huge prankster so she just loves to mess with her friends using tickles

so all in all, she’s the phantom thief to avoid when it comes to being tickled, she’ll wreck anyone that comes into her range

Haru Okumura/Noir

ahhh Haru she’s so cuteeee

I feel like she’s one of the wild cards, where she seems really sweet (and is!) but can be a pretty big ler when she wants

She’s ticklish, but mostly on her tummy, sides and waist

She has the SWEETEST giggles they’re super bubbly and a bit squeaky but so so cute

She loves to tickle the other Phantom Thieves too, especially Makoto!

She’s gentle with Makoto because she knows she likes it (sometimes she uses her nails which makes Makoto squeal) but with everyone else...

She just needs to wiggle her fingers at the other group members and they’re already giggling

She’s like infamous for her tickles, and after she got Ryuji that one time in front of everyone it was like,, they were fearful of her lol

Like not actually scared because they know she would never tickle them beyond their boundaries, she’s just so good that she can get all of them laughing really easily

She doesn’t really tickle anyone without a reason though, she’s nice about that

Goro Akechi/Crow

ahh i don’t know too much about him yet since I just got to the Palace where he becomes a Phantom Thief but I’ll do my best!

I feel like since he’s new to the group he’s not tickled as often, and because of his previous remarks to the Phantom Thieves there’s a bit of distrust

That said, when the group starts to trust him more he quickly becomes one of the tickle targets

I feel like he’s most ticklish on his ribs, sides, and hips!

Akira was probably the first person to tickle him, claiming it was “initiation”

After that Ryuji, Yusuke and Futaba poked him every now and then

Futaba and Akira ganged up on him once and the poor boy was a flustered, giggling mess by the time they were done with him

Yusuke and Ryuji mostly stick to poking him, but Ryuji’s gotten him pretty good a couple times

Akechi doesn’t really want to tickle the others because he doesn’t want them to be upset with him, but he does tickle Akira every now and then

They have yet to get into a serious tickle fight, but Akira would probably win anyway

Ahhh that’s all I have for right now! But prompts should be opening soon~ (probably after I get back from my trip hehe) so if anyone wants to send in any Persona related thing feel free! :D

#persona 5 #akechi #akira #futaba #ann #ryuji #yusuke #haru #makoto #morgana #headcanons

[bisluthq]

What do you think is the difference in both karlie and taylors personalities.

I think Taylor is a lot more thin skinned and sensitive and melodramatic. I also think she's a LOT more chaotic and all over the place, and I think she's a lot messier (physically based on preferred decor styles but also like just as a person).

Karlie's capacity for taking shit knows no bounds. She has fucking tolerated all sorts of situations where she's being badly treated, not because she likes them I don't think, but because she hates drama more. Like Karlie is not going to throw a hissy fit about Seryl. She'll just suck it up, smile, and move on.

Taylor would NOT be okay with being treated badly by anyone ever.

So like we had the response to the Kimye stuff - Taylor LOST HER SHIT, a bunch of her friends went "yaaas kweeeeen" and Karlie went, "Um well Kim's always been a nice person to me." Because Karlie doesn't get into feuds. And Kim's the influencer and a useful person to keep around if you need someone to endorse your make up or clothes lines eventually (which Klossy did need, Kim posted the Adidas line). Burning that bridge, for Klossy, would've been stupid and pointless.

And I think that's kind of where they differ most. Taylor is a lot more haphazard and is prone to causing shit. She's gotten a bit better because she... doesn't really say anything nowadays... but she still managed to get into a whole big drama beefing with Netflix this year. It's just who she is (and like I relate because y'all know me I stumble into beefy drama all the time, I get it). Even when Karlie reacts in anger at something - "I've tried" - she sucks it up quickly enough (letting Javanka get papped at their house).

She avoids conflict like the plague, again not because I think she's weak, but rather because she's strong enough to be like "this shit doesn't actually matter, I know my worth, and fuck this situation I'm gonna just do me."

I also think Klossy is a lot shyer and more awkward than Taylor. Like there's a fallacy in mainstream Swiftdom that Taylor liked Karlie because she was the "cool girl" but I think Taylor and Karlie liked each other because they could be "cool girls" together in a way that hadn't ever seemed likely or possible. Like Taylor is weird but in an artsy kid way, Klossy's straight up a nerdy dork.

Finally, I think because Klossy is more awkward and has arguably more self-esteem issues than Taylor - and I know I have said she's strong and I do think she is but it's about like how people perceive her not who she is that she seems insecure about - she reaaaally likes flaunting her life. I think it constantly blows her mind how lucky she is. Like "wow if I could go back and tell that weird 15 year old girl obsessed with chemistry class that none of the boys liked and all the girls laughed at that she'd have this life, what would she say!?!?!" kind of thing. She's proud not just of her modeling, she's proud of her friends and her homes and her husband and now her baby.

Whereas Taylor I think is proud of the music and everything else is a fun side effect - long term.

I think when they were friends Taylor was also in a "MY LIFE IS PERFECT" era which is why they vibed but that era ended for Tay and I don't think it ever will for Karlie because it's part of who she is, like she wants to have a life people admire and she works hard for it so fair enough.

#nat talks klossy #nat talks tay's friends #nat talks k@ylor

[lubdubsworld]

Someone has been enjoying grocery shopping a lil too much, ehh ?

Glad you are enjoying your vacation, you needed that one. And you know you don't have to answer asks if it feels pressurizing, you know that right? You are on hiatus and you don't owe anyone anything for that. It's just that you are so loveable and down to earth, people feel content pouring their heart to you and feel more connected. When you write the readers feel like they r part of the process so they rain down their thoughts on you. And you are entitled to draw a line there whenever you feel it's necessary. And we'd understand.

I was thinking about TSOT earlier, where it got left of. Heejin's rut is coming up and there are lot of speculation about it. One thing came to my mind is very alarming that is Yugyeom. He offered to help Heejin through her rut but for the asshole he is in the story, he got badly bitten up by Jungkook.

Now that Jungkook is away ( I'm assuming he knows, he left the company, words must've gotten around) and now that Heejin lives alone, will he try to harm Heejin. The egotistical jerk Yugyeom is and how he felt humiliated after the whole incident with Jungkook, I won't be surprised if he tries to attempt a revenge.

Yugyeom is an Alpha, Heejin must not be in her strongest state in her rut and now with the bond gone ( I assume it did with the divorce, I'm not sure how the dynamics work here ) Yugyeom just might use it for his advantage. It's funny how I'm asking this as if it's a real life event that actually might as well take place. Given its a possibility, I'm curious how Jungkook or others will react.

PS: It's just a thought that had been bugging me. Just needed to get it out of my head. No need to reply to this ask if it takes too much time and afford to answer more than i should be take from you. We all keep blabbering to you cause we love you and we miss you ❤️

You better enjoy your vacation ! We did not agree to wait over a month away from you for nothing woman 😑 although it does not feel like you are away but still, we miss you. Love yaaa sis ❤️

There seems to be a lot of worries about whether Heejin will have sex with someone or Jungkook will have sex with someone...

I'm not going to actually talk about this at all in the fic itself for a number of reasons ....

To start off its really not that big a deal. They can just not have sex with anyone or they can fuck a stranger or wherever floats their boat ... Its not that it isn't an option. The reason I spoke about it is that I wanted to make it clear that whatever Jungkook and Heejin had is over. There was a level of pseudo loyalty in between them as a married couple which no longer exists.....

Its done.

Jungkook doesn't have any feelings for her. He loves her of course but he is not in love with her. He loves her like he loves yoongi. A friend he deeply cares about.

So the implication is that they can spend it with whoever they want or spend it alone ..... They are their own person now..... There's no reason to think she's going to be jealous or he's going to be jealous.....that's just not healthy for either of them.

Also, Yugyeom himself isn't actually all that obsessed with revenge or anything. He did get punched by her very publically but he doesn't really care all that much. Of course hes going to be pissed but now that she's not in his immediate circl he's not really going to care much about her..... Dudes just going to move on. Find someone else to harass probably. The whole revenge thing really isn't something that would further the plot in anyway....

So yes... Don't worry too much about the whole rut or heat or whatever because that's not what the fic is about anyway 💞💞💞💞💞

[justinewt]

Getting into it - MARVEL Rewrite Chapter Two

[MARVEL REWRITE-MASTERLIST] - [THE INFINITY SAGA]

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Summary: There was no turning back now. Steve and Frainn had been enlisted and sent to a military camp for training under the supervision of the Agent Carter. Colonel Phillips and Dr. Erskine were watching the whole process to determine which soldier would be the one to become the very first super soldier. Obviously, Dr. Erskine already knew perfectly who would become this super soldier... but he wouldn’t be left alone. Frainn, who didn’t really need any serum to be a super soldier was Steve’s teammate and they wouldn’t be teared apart to fight this war. It was the two of them or nothing, and if it Colonel Phillips didn’t get that, someone else would, and someone else did.

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Warnings: spoilers captain America 1, violence, action scenes, killing/murder, car chase, Frainn being awesome and cool lol, hint of jealousy, clues as to what earned Frainn a banishment (read closely eheh),Steve having a closer relationship with his buddy Frainn than with Peggy (I like the character but yaaa know, anyway), lots of dialogue   

All the recruits were lined up, in uniforms, helmets on their heads, and waiting. It hadn’t even been three days since they arrived at the military training camp. A female voice reached their ears. Frainn didn't expect to see another woman here, until then she had only seen men and had already almost gotten herself into fights several times trying to defend Steve from the idiots who kept picking on him by mocking, but Steve had told her he didn't want her to get into trouble for him, and she had taken it upon herself, content to verbally reframe those who dared to laugh at him. Because of that, most of the other recruits were kind of afraid of her. She had made them understand multiple times that she could break every single bones in their body if she wanted to do so. She enjoyed being feared by them. They were all complete assholes. In the end, it seemed like the bullies got bullied.

"Recruits, attention !" said the woman. Everyone obeyed and stiffened as she approached. "Gentlemen, miss," She glanced at Frainn while walking in front of them. "I am Agent Carter. I supervize all operations for this division."

"What’s with the accent, Queen Victoria ?" one of the recruits said insolently. Frainn arched an eyebrow at him. She had understood that she had a distressing lack of knowledge regarding the history and geography of Midgard and therefore hadn’t quite understood why he called her that because of her accent. She had no idea who this Queen Victoria was. Agent Carter stopped  and eyed him. "I thought I was signing up for the U.S. Army." He added.

"What’s your name, soldier ?" she asked, stopping in front of him.

 "Gilmore Hodge, Your Majesty."

"Step forward, Hodge." He obeyed, looking at his friends as if he had just gained the upper hand, and walked towards her. "Put your right foot forward."

 "Mmm… We gonna wrassle ?" A man who accompanied the young woman distributed papers to us. "Cause I’ve got a few moves I know you’ll like." Immediately she gave him a violent punch that sent him right to the ground. Frainn tilted her head slightly and glanced at Steve, pursuing her lips to suppress an amused smile. She knew that if she had punched like that, Hodge wouldn't just be stunned, his jaw would be cracked and dislocated. But this chick, despite being Midgardian, earned some of Frainn’s respect. She had a strong character herself and liked women like her. A male voice rose behind her.

 "Agent Carter !"

"Colonel Phillips." she greeted, turning to the man who was approaching them.

"I can see that you are breaking in the candidates. That’s good !" He stood next to her and looked at the soldier still on the ground. "Get your ass up out of that dirt and stand in the line at attention ‘till somebody comes tell you what to do."

"Yes, sir !" Hodge answered, raising his head, swallowing his unwelcomed pride. There was a second of silence before the colonel began to walk back and forth in front of them.

"General Patton has said that wars are fought with weapons, but they are won by men. We are going to win this war because we have the best men." He looked at the recruits and fixed his gaze on Steve and Frainn. “A stick man and a girl who can’t keep her punches for herself” he must have thought. Well, even if he thought something like that, Frainn must admit, they were one hell of a chaotic duo. Frainn saw his face turning slightly to Carter, and she recognized Doctor Erskine, standing just behind the young woman, answering the colonel's gaze. "And because they are going to get better." He continued. This little additional remark was implicitly addressed to Steve more than Frainn, and he perfectly understood that it was aimed at him. "Much better. The Strategic Scientific Reserve and Allied effort made up of the best minds in the world. Our goal is to create the best army in history. But every army starts with one man. At the end of this week, we will choose that man. He will be the first in a new breed of super-soldier. And they will personally escort Adolf Hitler to the gates of hell."

The training gave none of the recruits any respite and seemed tiring for most but not for Frainn. By the end of each busy and gruelling day, she was still in great shape and was unaffected by the strain. She surprised her superiors with her physical abilities superior to those of any other recruit among the division, and she felt that she was earning the respect of the officers and the colonel, but also the jealousy and contempt of her peers who didn’t understand how she was doing so well. She never seemed tired. She was the best in the division, the most efficient, both physically and intellectually, and the strongest of course. Even Colonel Phillips, who had had doubts about admitting a woman, was more than satisfied with her and already considered her a "super-soldier". For him, it was obvious that the selected recruit would likely be her. Frainn often heard the Colonel talk about it but she also knew that the German doctor wanted Steve to be choosen. Precisely because she was already too much of a "super-soldier".

And she got the confirmation, the day before the end of the program. After a day of training, the recruits of her division -including her, of course- were working out on the field for half an hour already, when she overheard a conversation between the Colonel and the doctor, watching them. It had been a few minutes since it showed on her face that she was bored, and concentrating on their exchange was entertaining to her.

 "You stick a needle in that kid’s arm, it’s gonna go right through him." Frainn glanced discreetly at Steve. "Look at that. He’s making me cry."

"I’m looking for qualities beyong the physical." Dr. Erskine thoughtfuly explained.

"Do you know how long it took to set up this project ?" He sounded rather annoyed. "All the groveling I had to do in front of Senator What’s-His-Name’s committees ?" He was talking about things and people Frainn didn't understand, and she let herself be distracted slightly from the exercise Carter had given. She picked up their conversation for a second, challenged by the voice of the Englishwoman.

"I know this is more than easy for you, but please focus." It didn’t sound like a reproach. Carter had esteem for Frainn, that the goddess had noticed, but she couldn't show any favoritism in front of the others recruits by saying nothing to her when her lack of concentration was noticeable by anyone who looked at her.

"Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am." She said mechanically, catching up on the conversation where the doctor and colonel were, more discreetly this time.

"... Hodge passed every test we gave. He’s big, he’s fast. He obeys orders. He’s a soldier." The Colonel said, looking at Hodge.

 "He is a bully." replied the doctor immediately. The Colonel chuckled, crossing his arms.

"You don’t win wars with niceness, Doctor." Frainn felt his gaze fall on her. "Even Lockhart-"

"Lokadottir." The doctor corrected him as he also looked at her.

 "Yes, Lokadottir." The Colonel nodded and resumed what he was saying. "For a woman, she’s tall, she’s strong, she’s efficient and she was the best in all our tests. Better than Hodge. The only flaws I found in her are her flippancy and impulsiveness. She agrees to team up with Rogers but otherwise, she prefers to go it alone or she might start a fight with someone." He looked at the doctor, waiting for a reaction, for an answer from him. It was obvious he wanted to know why he didn't want her either. He had shown him his two best recruits and still didn't understand why he stubbornly wanted Steve.

"She doesn’t start fights because she likes it, Colonel. Her and Rogers have common qualities. They both have heart, empathy and strong-minds, but she's already a super-soldier. She doesn't need to be enhanced in any areas." He shifted his gaze from Steve to Frainn. "And, her free-spirit is one of her main quality, Colonel."

"Again, we don’t win wars with niceness. Neither do we win wars with soldiers who don't follow orders, Doc'." Frainn followed the Colonel with her eyes as he grabbed something from one of the crates of military equipment in the back of a truck trailer. He pulled out a small oval object and casually pulled out something from it, leaning towards the doctor. "You win wars, with guts." He threw the object into the midst of the recruits.

"Grenade!" He yelled to get everyone triggered.

"Move ! Move !" exclaimed Hodge, catching the attention of all the other recruits, who hurried away in opposite directions. For a second, Frainn didn't know what to do because she had no idea what a grenade was but when she saw Steve throwing himself and curling up around the grenade to contain the explosion, she took a few steps towards him. She realized that Agent Carter had had the same reaction and they glanced at each other.

"Get away ! Get back !" said Steve, wincing, eyes closed.

"It’s a dummy grenade." declared an officer nearby. Steve straightened up and looked around, not really understanding what was going on.

"Is this a test ?" He asked. Frainn looked at Steve and then turned to the Colonel, to see his reaction.

"He’s still skinny." Declared the Colonel as he left. The goddess approached Steve and held out her hand to help him stand up. He turned his head to her and grabbed her wrist as she grabbed his. She pulled him up, and he was briefly unsettled by the force of her grip, though he kind of expected it. For his part, the doctor was smiling. Steve's reaction had proven his point to the Colonel and confirmed that his final choice was more than relevant.

Towards the end of the day, Frainn headed back to the dorms because she knew she would find Steve there. When she reached the door, which was already open, ajar, she heard the doctor's voice coming from inside. She stopped as she was about to walk into the room and stood behind the door, wondering what he was talking about with Steve.

"Can I ask you a question ?"

"Just one ?"

"Why me ?" There was a silence and Frainn ventured to glance around the room. The Doctor was sitting on the bed in front of Steve –Frainn’s bed–, holding a bottle in his hand.

"I suppose that is the only question that matters." He observed the bottle and showed it to Steve. "This is from Augsburg. My city. So many people forget that the first country the Nazis invaded was their own. You know, after the last war, my people struggled." Frainn listened intently to Erskine's words. It was the first time that she had realized the liabilities of the Midgardians. Even though they were part of the nine realms, they were far removed from the rest and fought among themselves, like the fights and tension between Asgard and Jotunheim for example, but them, on the same planet, in the same place. Frainn would have thought they were one united people, like on Asgard, but they were a many divided people on one single planet.

She continued to wait until their conversation was over, listening to what the doctor was saying. All the information imprinted in her mind as Erskine spoke, until he came to the conclusion of his explanation.

"Good becomes great. Bad becomes worse." The doctor looked at Steve in the eyes. "This is why you were chosen. Because a strong man who has known power all his life may lose respect for that power, but a weak man knows the value of strenght. And knows compassion."

"Thanks. I think." Steve answered. Frainn heard glass clashing and liquid being poured, and realized that the two men were now emptying the bottle the doctor was holding in his hand.

"Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing." She heard the sound of the bottle cork being reinserted into its neck. "That you will stay who you are. Not a perfect soldier, but a good man."

"To the little guys." Cheered Steve. The men chuckled and glasses clashed.

"No, no. Wait, wait. What am I doing ? No, you have procedure tomorrow. No fluids."

"All right. We’ll drink it after."

"No, I don’t have procedure tomorrow, nor your friend. Drink it after ? We’ll drink it now." Frainn frowned, and she could feel Steve doing the same.

"What about my friend?"

"Come on in, and join us, Miss Lokadottir. Don’t stay behind that door." Without moving, Frainn pushed the door open with her fingertips to open it wide before entering the room under the surprised gaze of Steve, who shifted to make room for her on his bed next to him. Erskine didn't dwell on the subject and handed her the glass he had originally served for Steve.

"You will join us tomorrow." The doctor told her.

"I can come ?" She asked, taking a sip of her drink.

"If I say so, you can accompany your friend." The doctor nodded.

"It's a blessing that I actually met you," Frainn looked at Steve. "I went to an exhibition, I joined the military, sort of, and I'm going to attend, uh, not sure what I'm going to attend, but I guess it's cool." Both men smiled at her optimism. Frainn emptied her glass very quickly and put it back on the metal shelf at the edge of Steve's bed, not planning on asking for another drink.

"You are someone special, Frainn. Very peculiar." It was the first time the scientist called her by her first name. She smiled. The doctor wasn’t aware of how right he was about it.

"You don’t worry about Steve, doctor. I’m his guardian angel." She joked. The doctor smiled again, and Frainn friendly nudged Steve. Even though she had met the young man not so long ago, it felt like they were friends since birth. Her banishment had taken away everything she had, and with good reason since Odin had to punish her for what she had done, and she had found in Steve, an ideal partner, and friend. She had found her ally and she understood by observing Steve a little that he wasn’t leaving anyone behind, especially not his friends.

Sitting in the backseat of the car with Steve, Frainn watched the passing buildings out the window. Peggy was there too. She was seated in the front passenger seat, next to the driver.

"I know this neighborhood." Steve pointed to a street they were passing by. "I got beat up in that alley. And in that parking lot. And behind that diner."

“Did you have something against running away ?" Peggy asked, looking at Steve via the interior mirror of the car.

"If you start running, they’ll never let you stop. You stand up, you push back. They can’t say no forever, right ?"

"I know a little of what that’s like, to have every door shut in your face." Frainn quietly listened to the conversation between Steve and Peggy. She didn't understand why the Midgardians discriminated against women so much. There were no such problems on Asgard. Everyone had and knew their place there and everything was fine. Not everyone liked each other obviously, but everyone was respectul of the rights of their peers.

"I guess I just don’t know why you’d want to join the Army if you were a beautiful dame. Or a… A woman. An agent. Not a dame." With her back straight, Peggy twisted in her seat to turn to face Steve and look him in the eyes. He stammered. Frainn leaned against the car door to bring her hand closer to her face to hide the amused smile on her face. "You are beautiful, but..."

"You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you ?" She glanced at Frainn. "I’m starting to wonder how a conversation between you two is like."

"I think this is the longest conversation I’ve had with one. Frainn and I talk like mates." Frainn chuckled and gave him a light hit on the shoulder. Peggy gave them a look, suppressing a smile.

"I'm not saying you're masculine, or a man..." Steve continued, not knowing she didn’t really care if he was considering her a man anyway. "Anyway, women aren’t exactly lining up to dance or talk with a guy they might step on. Frainn is an exeption. That’s what I’m trying to say."

"You must have danced then." Peggy added.

"Well, asking a woman to dance always seemed so terrifying. And the past few years, it just didn’t seem to matter that much. I figured I’d wait."

"For what ?"

"The right partner." He nodded, more to convince himself. Peggy smiled and sat back normally in her seat. Just a minute later, the car pulled up, and they got out.

"This way." Peggy motioned for them to follow her. She walked to the front of an antique shop in which old objects were displayed.

"What are we doing here ?" Steve asked.

"Follow me." Steve gave Frainn a curious look, which she sent back to him as Peggy entered the store before them. The two friends immediately followed her, intrigued. A bell ringed when the agent opened the door for the three of them. She walked further into the room without saying anything, while Steve closed the door. The room wasn’t very bright, filled with wooden shelves and various items, and the only sources of light were yellowish lamps on the ceiling. An old lady stepped out from behind curtains in a door frame and spoke to Peggy.

"Wonderful weather this morning, isn’t it ?"

"Yes, but I always carry an umbrella." The old woman went behind a counter and put her hand on the ledge, sliding her fingers under the board. Peggy walked over to the curtains behind which the woman had came out from and Frainn and Steve followed her. They arrived in a small room, one wall of which was covered with a crammed bookcase. Something unlocked and the shelves in the center of the bookcase opened on either side to create an entrance, revealing armored doors.

There was a whole facility hidden in there. Frainn and Steve looked around curiously and followed Peggy down the long, cold hallway with black and white walls. There were a few soldiers in white helmets standing guard. When they finally reached the double metal door at the end of the hallway, two of these soldiers in helmets opened the door synchronously. They overlooked a large room filled with electronics that went beyond Frainn and Steve understanding, but Peggy, even though Frainn doubted she understood everything there, didn't seem more impressed than that. Frainn and Steve walked over to the railing and the scientists present down there stopped talking. Everyone looked up at the new arrivals. Peggy gave Steve and Frainn a look and walked down the stairs to their right. Frainn understood, without the agent having to say anything, that she had to remain silent and behind. It was not about her today. It was all about Steve, and they didn't need to waste time with anything else.

Frainn, Peggy and Steve joined doctor Erskine who was there among the scientists. He turned to the three of them, a slight smile on his face as he looked at Steve. Frainn and the agent stayed behind the soldier. He and the doctor shook hands, exchanging a couple words before a sudden bright flash interrupted them. Frainn narrowed her eyes, momentarily blinded by the powerful light, and stared at the strange square machine in the hands of the man standing next to them. Whatever he did, it didn't seem to please the doctor at all. Doctor Erskine shook his head, sighing and dismissed the man. The latter left without saying anything. The goddess frowned, not understanding what had just happened. She shrugged and turned her head to Steve and the doctor.

“Are you ready ?” Steve nodded at the doctor, looking at the long metallic machine to his right. It was long and large enough to make someone lie down inside of it, and Frainn assumed it was for Steve, though she didn't quite understand why they were going to use it. “Good. Take off your shirt, your tie, and your hat.” Steve glanced at the two women behind him while slowly doing so. Peggy looked down and Frainn imitated her. Once he was done, he gave his stuff to someone who put it all away as he took place on the machine. Everyone started to get ready and Erskine turned to Peggy and Frainn.

“Agent Carter. Lokadottir. Don’t you think you would be more comfortable in the booth ?”

“Oh, yes,” Peggy looked embarrassed to have been standing there and motioned for Frainn to follow her as she left. “Sorry.” Frainn followed her immediately, frowning slightly in incomprehension. She glanced at Steve who was watching them walk away, and walked up the stairs to follow Carter into the cabin where other people were already gathered. From up there, they could see down the whole room through a large window. A weird crackle spread in the booth and the room full of scientists below, and Frainn looked around, not understanding where the sound was coming from. The voice of Doctor Erskine then rose, replacing the crackle. He could be heard from any where around them.

“Do you hear me ? Is this on ?” He looked at the grey device in his hand, which looked like the one the guy on the stage back at the exhibition had, and started talking. “Ladies and gentlemen, today we take not another step towards annihilation, but the first step on the path to peace. We will begin with a series of microinjections into the subject’s major muscle groups. The serum infusion will cause immediate cellular change. And then, to stimulate growth, the subject will be saturated with Vita-Rays.” He stopped talking and approached Steve, settled down in the machine. Their mouths moved but no sound was heard from where Frainn and Peggy were, in the booth. The doctor’s voice was for a short moment, no longer displayed all over the place, then his voice came back as he was counting down before the injections started. The vials on the sides of the machine emptied and the latter raised vertically, and closed itself. Steve was like in some kind of big hull. Frainn didn’t really know what was happening, even though Erskine had explained earlier, actually, she didn’t have even understand what he had explained so right now, she was lost but tried to keep up with whatever was happening to her friend down there.

“That’s 10%.” Stated another male’s voice, who would activate and turn stuff on a control panel. Frainn narrowed her eyes and recognized the man from the exhibition. She internally sighed at the fact she hadn’t even seen him when she was down there as he seemed to have been there the whole time. She just never paid attention to anyone else but the doctor, Peggy and Steve. 10 percent quickly became 20, 30, 40… Howard Stark was stating the percentages everytime he increased it. And as he increased it, a radiant light began to emanate from the iron shell inside which Steve was. 50 percent, 60, 70… finally, Steve started screaming loudly. Erskine rushed over to the metal shell and Peggy stood up and left the booth, Frainn followed her with her eyes before eventually following her out. The agent stepped out onto the stairwell that led to the room where the scientists were.

“Shut it down !” She yelled but no one listened to her at first. “Shut it down!”

“Kill the reactor, Mr. Stark !” Erskine had finally heard her and turned to the man near the control panel. “Turn it off! Kill it! Kill the reactor!”

“No !” Steve grunted. “Don’t! I can do this !” And then, Stark increased again the percentage of rays Steve was taking. 80 percent, 90, and he finally reached the maximum, 100 percent. A loud electric humming noise filled the room and Frainn winced. It was a quite disagreeable noise. The lights jumped in small bursts of sparks, one by one across the room and the machine powered down. The radiation emanating from it stopped as well. No one dared to make a move. Peggy and Frainn were looking at whatever was happening now, very closely.

“Mr. Stark ?” Erskine turned to the latter and he re-opened the machine. Frainn’s eyes widened when she saw the man inside. Steve was no longer the small skinny man she had met in that back alley, he was now a tall, muscular man, and he was sweating from what he had put himself through. A wide and proud smile grew across the goddess’ face. She felt proud of what her friend had achieved. Erskine approached the machine and helped Steve to get down. He looked exhausted. Stark came to their aid and together with Erskine, the two men supported Steve and kept him from falling.

“I did it.” Steve was out of breath. He couldn’t believe he made it.

“I think we did it.” Corrected Doctor Erskine with tight-lipped smile.

“You actually did it.” Even Stark seemed like he didn’t believe it. Peggy ran down the stairs and came to stand in front of Steve. Frainn crossed her arms, with that sincerely proud smile plastered on her face. She stayed back slightly and watched them. Peggy let her eyes wandered, not knowing where to put them.

“How do you feel ?” Steve looked around, catching his breath.

“Taller.” Frainn chuckled as she approached to stand closer to Peggy and him.

“Barely taller than me though, tough guy.” She teased. Steve looked at her and despite his breathing being difficult and jerky, he smirked in amusement at her remark.

“You look taller.” Peggy handed him some clothes that a nurse had given her. She seemed a little confused in front of this mountain of muscles and didn't know how to act. Seeing this, Frainn mentally praised the platonic male-female relationship she had with Rogers. As Frainn kept teasing Steve to relax him after the procedure he went through, the booth everyone had descended from suddenly exploded. Everyone exclaimed in surprise as they leaned down and turned their backs to the booth to avoid the shattering glass which fell on them into thousands of scattered pieces.

“Stop him !” Erskine pointed a man who took a vial of the serum. He had to be the one who had set the explosion on. Frainn stood near the doctor and the man tried to shoot her and since her skin was bulletproof, she didn’t even flinched, but it wasn’t the same for the German scientist, who received a couple of bullets into his chest. Frainn gasped and caught him as he fell onto the floor. Steve rushed over to them and kneeled near the doctor. He couldn’t talk and simply pressed several times his index fingers against Steve’s chest and a second later, he closed his eyes, dead. Steve looked up and Frainn and him crossed gazes. They both got up and ran up the stairs and outside the facility and the antique shop. Peggy was already onto the road, shooting at a yellow car driving right towards her. Steve took Peggy in his arms and pushed her away, falling onto the tar as Frainn followed close by.

“I had him !” Sure thing, agent. You were more close to get run over by that car than anything else, but sure.

“Sorry !” Steve got up and ran as fast as possible to catch up with Frainn, already sprinting behind the car.

Growling and annoyed at having to run after a stupid car, she eventually jumped onto it and punched a hole in the roof of the car with her left hand, to avoid falling from it. She managed to hang on, but the man driving tried to shoot her several times, causing the car to make dangerous zigzags on the road. Steve called Frainn out when he heard the gunshots and she briefly turned her head at him, too busy trying to stop the man to smile at him to reassure him. An expression of incomprehension mixed with surprise took place on his face when he realized that she had taken absolutely none of the bullets the man had fired at her. He looked down as he continued to run at full speed and noticed some metal balls rolling down the tar. She punched another hole in the roof of the car with her free hand and grabbed the man by his hair, lifting him from his seat to against the roof. He kept trying to shoot her while driving the car more and more hazardously. She turned her head when she saw Steve join her on the roof to help her. The man turned the car sharply and Steve, who was not as well hooked to the vehicle as Frainn slid to the side and caught up with the door so as not to fall any lower.

Frainn let go of the man's hair to cling tighter onto the roof when the man tried to shoot Steve and looked out of the road, bumping into a truck. She suddenly let go of all her holds and fall heavily as the car rolled over several times on the road. Steve helped her up and grabbed a door of the car that had come loose and used it as a shield when the man tried to shoot them again. People nearby screamed. The man was now holding a little ginger boy in his arms, aiming his gun at Steve and Frainn. She hesitated to use any of her powers. She didn’t want to risk the boy’s life. The two soldiers followed the man over to the docks. The latter suddenly aimed his gun at the boy’s head.

“Wait, don’t! Don’t!” Steve raised his hand in front of him, in defense, to prevent the man from shooting the boy. The latter then tried to shoot at Steve or Frainn, neither of them could really tell, but his gun clicked, meaning there was no bullet left inside. “No! Don’t!” The man threw the boy into the water, to get rid of him, before running away. Steve and Frainn rushed over the edge to see if the boy was alright.

“Go get him ! I can swim.” Frainn then nudged Steve to run into the direction the man had taken. She followed him with her eyes before looking back down at the boy, still swimming. The goddess jumped into the water and motioned for the little boy to hold onto her. She grabbed a chain hanging down the wall and pulled herself up. She wrapped the chain around her arm so that her hands would be free, and she took the boy by the waist and helped him up, before getting back onto the docks in her turn. She smiled back at him before she ran in the direction she had indicated to Steve a moment before. She found him standing still. She came close to him and put a hand on his shoulder to stop herself in her run without slipping. He stood there, as drenched as she was, facing the man who was now lying on the ground, inert, a white foam filling his mouth, making his face looks all puffy. Looking around her, she noticed some people, gathered a few feet away from them, looking at what was happening. Steve looked down at his muscular arms. He still needed a little time to fully get used to his new enhanced body. Frainn squeezed Steve's shoulder. The super soldier turned his head towards her, his gaze confused by what had happened.

“Think you got enough ?” Sitting on a chair in the nursery, he rolled down his sleeve when the nurse finally got the needle out of his arm. Frainn was there, leaning against a furniture, arms crossed on her chest. After the two of them had taken a dip back at the docks, they had been given dry clothes.

“Any hope of reproducing the program is locked in your genetic code.” Peggy was leaning against the same furniture as Frainn, to her left. Steve stood up and approached them, slightly frowning. “But without Dr. Erskine, it would take years.”

“He deserved more than this.” Steve stared straight ahead of him.

“If it could work only once, he’d be proud it was you.” Peggy added, glancing at the file in her hand. It was obvious to Frainn that Steve doubted he was the right choide for all this. She could feel it. Peggy got out of the nursery, motioning for them to follow her out.

“How did you do that ?”

“What ?” Frainn was caught off guard by Steve’s question.

“I don’t know. Everything. How did you run so fast ? How did you jump onto the car ? How did you avoid all those bullets?” She suddenly pulled his wrist, making him slow down his steps so that the two of them would walk a little further behind Peggy but they ended up stopping instead. She locked her cold blue eyes into his own.

“Stop talking so loud.”

“Why ?” He frowned. “Frainn. What are you not telling me ?” She opened her mouth to answer to him but Peggy’s voice cut her off.

“You’ll talk later. Come on.” She noticed Frainn holding Steve’s wrist in her hand but didn’t say anything. Frainn couldn’t tell what was that strange glimpse that went through Peggy’s eyes but the agent started walking away again. Frainn glanced at Steve, letting go off of his wrist and following Peggy fast enough to catch up with her. The agent brought them into some sort of garage where they found Colonel Philips, Stark and a few other men, probably other high ranked soldiers or some shit like that. Frainn hadn’t been paying as much attention as she should have but in any case, Peggy did the talking apparently. “Hydra is the Nazi deep-science division. It’s led by Johann Schmidt. But he has much bigger ambitions.”

“Hydra is practically a cult.” What Colonel Philips added got Frainn’s curiosity and she started to actually listen to what all of them were talking about. “They worship Schmidt. They think he’s invincible.”

“So, what are you gonna do about it ?”

“I spoke to the President this morning.” He and the man he was talking to walked over Carter, Frainn and Steve. “As of today, the SSR is being retasked. We are taking the fight to Hydra. Pack your bags, Agent Carter. You, too, Stark. We’re flying to London tonight.”

“Sir ?” Steve spoke up. “If you’re going after Schmidt, I want in. We want in.” The fact that he included Frainn without having to even look at her or speak to her confirmed to everyone including Frainn herself, that they had become a real duo. Real partners, despite the fact that he began to wonder about his new friend. It was the both or them or nothing.

“You’re an experiment. You’re going to Alamogordo. However, I want to take my soldier with me to London.” He pointed at Frainn with his chin. So it was going to be nothing Colonel.

“The serum worked.” Steve sounded disappointed.

“I asked for an army and all I got was you. You are not enough.” He shook his head, groaning lightly. “Lockart, uh, Lokadottir… whatever. You stay with Rogers. I need soldiers who follow the orders, in order to win this war.” She nodded. She liked it better. She didn’t want to fight a war that wasn’t even hers to fight, if she had to team up with people other than Steve. He was already about to find out the truth about her and she would tell him, at some point, but she couldn’t risk everyone else to find out. She didnt want to be locked up by them or worse, being experimented on. Of course, even if they tried, it wouldn’t happen, because she was stronger and powerful even without her godly powers but, she didn’t want to cause another slaughter. The man that had taken his hat off stopped in front of Frainn and Steve and both of them raised their eyes at him when he talked to them.

“With all due respect to the Colonel, I think we may be missing the point. I’ve seen you in action, Steve, and Frainn as well. More importantly, the country’s seen it. Paper.” He motioned his hand to another man to his right. The latter brought them one of those newspaper like the one Frainn had seen before she went to the exhibition with Steve and Bucky. “The enlistment lines have been around the block since your picture hit the newsstands.” Frainn looked at the page the other man was showing to them. There was indeed a picture of Steve and Frainn, when he had picked up the door of the car and used it as a shield to protect both of them. “You don’t take two soldiers, symbols like that, and hide them away, keeping one of them in a lab.” He took the two friends by their soulders. “Do you want to serve your country on the most important battlefield of the war ?”

“Sir, that’s all we want.” Frainn nodded at Steve’s words. She was being patriotic only by imitating Steve so that she would be able to fit in more in this world. She had said before that she was Steve’s guardian angel, but they were each a little the guardian angel of the other. The bond that had been created and continued to strengthen implicitly between them remained inexplicable, even to Frainn.

“Then, congratulations. You just got promoted.” He shook hands with Steve and then Frainn, shivering at her touch even though she had tried to make their handshake as quick as possible. The Colonel had choosen nothing, none of them, but this man chose both. It was the best decision because it was really either both of them or none of them. You don’t split a team that works well together.

[To be continued...]

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Published (05/12/2021) by Andrea

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