#i don't even know if i'll ever find an adjective to do so other than 'happy'. it's all i can think of omg

[churipu]

96 + 98 , gojo satoru

featuring. gojo satoru x reader

warnings. cursing, school! au, uses of the word 'pretty' to describe the readers' appearance // 2.9k words

note. i absolutely love the academic rivals to lovers trope, so here's a try on this trope. and i'm so glad requests are coming in :') i'll be getting to them after this one shot <;33

synopsis. gojo and you have never gotten along, maybe it's the fact he's the epitome of perfection. he has a pretty face and a pretty brain, who wouldn't like that? so you made it your job to try and beat him at that brain game of his, which never ends well. until you find yourself 2 points higher than him, with his help. oh, boy.

gojo satoru was everywhere. and by everywhere — i mean everywhere.

it was no longer surprising that everyone in school knows him, whether by his name or personally knowing him. it's a surprise if someone doesn't know him, really.

he has a pretty face, and a pretty brain. who wouldn't like that? he's got girls and guys fawning and bowing down to him like their life depended on it, but really, is that all to him? a pretty face and brain?

unfortunately, not.

just to top it off, like a cherry on top. his friendly and light demeanor has earned a lot of respect from people all around, even ones who were outside of school — and that shit, pisses you off. he's the epitome of perfection that it pisses you off, how does one look like they have no flaws?

you used to think that you were it. people call you smart and how they envy your intelligence. but ever since gojo satoru beats you at the one thing you solely thing you excel in (you think): your brain. you had a personal feud with him; which you were currently losing in, by the way.

pretty was never an adjective that sits well with you. you never thought you were a pretty person. back during middle school, you tried hard, constantly trying to make yourself pretty for the sake of others to like you. but at the end of the day, it's you sitting down in front of the mirror doubting yourself whether this was really you or a person you made for other people to look at.

so you settled down for the one thing you were good at: studying.

"fuck you, gojo." you muttered out, clutching your test paper with a big fat and raging red '92' on it along with a 'nice job!' under it, and the fact that it has a smiley face beside it gave you the ick. you just wanted to pour gasoline on it and set the paper on fire.

"just because i beat you in a calculus test? c'mon y/n, instead of that — why don't we just study together?" he swayed, holding out his paper that had a big '100' on it.

ever since you made it your job to try beating him with your grades, you've never find the pleasure in studying anymore. it felt like a chore, it felt like a chore to beat gojo satoru; and when it doesn't happen, you just kind of drown in failure.

and it fucking sucks.

constantly forcing yourself to study just for the sake of beating him even by a point or two, it didn't feel nice. but the thought of him winning yet again made you a little scared.

a 92 for a calculus test would be a dream come true to other people. it would be yours too if gojo satoru hadn't appear in your life, but reality check, he's here and he's just so good at it that it angers you.

people often called you "ungrateful" or a "try hard", honestly, at this point — you can't really help but to think the same. anyone would want to get a 90 in a calculus test, or any other test. but to you, it felt like defeat.

you won't be satisfied until you beat him.

beat gojo satoru.

"study togeth— are you fucking serious?" you spat out at him angrily, crossing your arms.

gojo leans on the stair railing and hums softly, "yes. one hundred percent serious, wanna do it?" he shot you the sweetest smile.

a smile that would send any other person to the moon and back, but the sight honestly just pisses you off. the anger you felt from him beating you in the most recent calculus test was already too much to bear, and like adding salt to the wound, he hits you with a "why don't we just study together?"

"go to hell." you muttered, walking away.

"hey!" the male calls out to you, as much as you didn't want to stop — you did, glancing back at him, brows furrowed, "we have a statistics test next week, maybe it's your time to shine."

his voice was teasing, and he said that with a big toothy grin. god, you just wanted to run over there and bash his face in, plastering a scowl on your face, you shoved out your tongue and walked away. gojo laughs loudly as you walked away.

the dreaded statistics test came, and for some reason — you were more nervous than usual. maybe it was the fact gojo was taunting you about it the other day? or was it the fact he was sitting right next to you, occasionally stealing glances at you with those striking deep-set blue eyes of his.

you'd be lying if you said the male wasn't attractive. but even the thought of yourself thinking about such makes you angry. honestly, everything about him makes you angry.

you look to the side and the male was leaning his head down, his cheek on his left arm as he scribbled on his answer sheet. noticing your gaze on him, he gives you a big smile, the crinkles at the corner of his eyes deepening.

upon that, your face contorted into one of disgust and your eyes averted back towards your answer sheet, which somehow looks...empty. it wasn't that you didn't know the answers to it, there was doubt in you, would you be able to finally beat him? what if you lost again?

but as time was ticking, you pushed those thoughts away and wrote down your answers. confidently. as your teacher commanded for everyone to collect their answer sheets, it was no surprise that the male sitting beside you was the first one to stand. trotting over to the teacher's table and collecting his work, he strides back towards his seat, shooting you a (mocking) wink.

a few minutes later, you stood up to collect your own answer sheet. students often wanted time to go in a rush during average lessons, but tests? they hoped time had slow down even just by a few seconds. it was dreadful, groans and aggravated sighs were heaved out as the bell rang, signifying the end of the test.

"so, how did you do?" gojo questions, standing undoubtedly close to you. too close to your liking, but you brushed that part off.

"why does it matter to you?" you uttered back, annoyed.

"woah, shit. somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today," you sighed out exasperatedly, standing up to make your way to the school's cafeteria. one of the most atrocious place you could ever walk into — if you hadn't woke up half an hour later this morning, maybe you wouldn't on your way there right now.

but it is what it is.

"why're you following me?"

gojo groans out, "dream on. i'm going to the cafeteria to eat and hang out with my friends, not to follow you," he mumbles out, his hands shoved deep inside his pocket, "why're you always so angry with me? who hurt you?"

"you."

gojo was silent, he looks at you with a surprised look, "wait, really? remind me of what i did again because i don't have any records of picking fights with you...?" confusion.

you casted a disdainful look towards the male, prompting to stay silent to his nonchalant question-answer. gojo didn't pry on, the confusion still written all over his face, but he walked by your side slowly, matching your steps.

"i'm sure you're gonna beat me in statistics." he suddenly prompted, grinning brightly, "i didn't have time to study."

you groan out in annoyance, typical template of words people use when they know damn well they're going to ace the test. his words were answered with complete silence from you as you slipped inside the cafeteria, walking towards a section to buy yourself a meal.

and gojo, like he said — didn't follow you and parted ways right after you both enter the rowdy place.

"so, what's your score?" gojo whistles, leaning back on his chair as he holds onto a paper, looking at it intently.

you clutched onto the statistics test you did last week, blinking hesitantly, "ninety-eight." your reply was short, but at least it answered him.

a few seconds passed by and doubt started surging in you, maybe he had landed yet another perfect mark? maybe he's one point higher? maybe he's thinking of words to make fun of you with. so many thoughts at this point that you felt your head hurt.

"congratulations."

"yeah, yeah i— congratulations?" you turn towards the male, who was holding out his paper with the number '96' on it.

it took you a few seconds to digest the whole scenario. you actually beating him by two points? it might not seem a lot to other people, but to you? two points felt like you'd just won a competition first place with a gold medal.

the corner of your lips twitched upwards, "i did it."

gojo shrugs his shoulders sheepishly, he didn't seem too affected by your score, "guess you did. congrats."

the whole thing felt a little too good to be true, you tried doing anything to wake up from this dream. pinching yourself, smacking yourself, but nothing happened — this is real life.

and you finally beat gojo satoru in a brain game.

"oh my god, okay — i am freaking out a bit." you tell him, a small smile plastered on your face. in that moment, you wanted to just scream, shout, and let all your euphoria out.

"hold your horses, we still have economics next week." he chuckles, shaking his head.

but you were too ecstatic to hinder his words, standing up, you ran out of the class with sporadic steps. you jumped down a few steps of stairs and approached a vending machine giddily, inserting a bill and pressing on a big can of pop.

opening it with a slight 'pop!' you chugged down on the contents happily, walking all around the school property with a big smile that brought people into a state of wonder. asking themselves to why you could be this happy.

finding yourself on the rooftop, you inhaled sharply. letting the summer breeze caress your face lightly, you sat down around the corner of the staircase, scrolling through your phone happily. even to commemorate the day — you'd mark it in your phone's calendar, naming the day "the day i finally beat gojo satoru's brain power!"

hugging the device, elated. you look up towards the blue sky, was this it? was everything you sacrificed just for today? could you finally study without the burden of beating him in the future?

you hear the door to the rooftop open with a loud slam, flinching a bit. startled at how loud it was, and to your dismay, it was the deep, agonizing laugh of gojo satoru that made you freeze on your spot.

"y/n got higher in statistics? woah." you recognized that voice as geto suguru, one of gojo's closest friend besides shoko ieiri, "what did you do?"

at the mention of your name and last week's statistic test, your ears perked up a bit. gojo's deep chuckles resounds and he cleared his throat, "i could've beat them if i wanted to."

you bit the inner of your cheek silently, "could've? why didn't you?"

"i felt bad for them."

that was it. those three words were all it took to dissipate the ecstasy you felt for a short while. turns out it was all a fluke? you blinked in confusion, does that mean you beating him was all a planned thing he made?

"what do y'mean feel bad?"

"i don't know suguru, they look like they're trying so hard," gojo mumbles out lightly. even if there were no signs of mockery in his voice, still, you felt as if this was an unfair win for you (not that there was a win-lose from the beginning, you just made it up along the way).

the disappointment seeped in, and you felt a sense of languor washing over you. he was just letting you win, standing up slowly, you brushed your outfit — making your presence known to the two friends.

"you're a fucking prick, you know that?"

gojo looks back at you, his eyes widening the slightest bit, obviously not expecting you to be here, "how long have you been listening to us?" he asks you softly, exhaling slowly as if he had been holding a deep breath.

"it doesn't matter how long i've been listening to you, fuck you."

gojo's face fell as you began leaving the rooftop, he contemplated on chasing after you, but stopped himself from doing so. assuming you wouldn't be in the right mind to be talking to him right now.

or ever.

which was proven by the constant game of cat-and-mouse, he and you were doing.

"y/n, can we talk—" you brushed past him like he didn't matter, and gojo swore he felt his heart break a little when you walk by him, not even sparing a glance. but he didn't chase after you.

for the next couple of weeks, the male has been nothing but desperate. trying to reach out to you both online and offline, but much to his dismay, none of them had the feedback he needed to hear. and it fucking broke him.

"y/n, can we please talk about this?" he asks you as you took a seat on your assigned seat like the usual, but you didn't give him the attention, "please don't ignore me, talk to me."

he sounded so desperate. at this point, it was like the male was at school for you and you only. he just needed to talk to you about everything, get things straight, and live life like the usual. fighting about grades, teasing you about it, even if you return it with simple insults or the language of sarcasm.

he just needed that y/n back.

as you stood up, this time gojo chases after you, grabbing your wrist as you slipped away from the door, "talk to me, please," he mutters out lowly, his grasp so gentle.

you furrowed your brows and pulled your wrist away before turning away, walking further from where he stood.

"why won't you talk to me?" he asks you out, his voice echoing throughout the hallway of the third floor, "why won't you let me explain what i really meant by what i said that day? why won't you give me a chance to talk about it? why won't you talk to me?"

it irked you. he succeeded in stopping your walk, making you glance back at him in annoyance, "i didn't mean it in a way i didn't trust that you could beat me in the test," he said, standing in the same spot, the creases in between his brows deepening and a big frown latched on his lips.

"i see you everyday, ruining yourself to try and beat me. i can't fucking stand it y/n— you're killing yourself slowly. and i don't like that," he tells you, "i didn't even know why this was a competition in the first place, you're a smart person, why do you have to validate that by trying to beat my grades?"

you clenched your fists in annoyance. annoyed that he was somehow right on point. yet again, he was right.

gojo looks at you, waiting for an answer. his eyes profusely blinking as if he was holding back tears, which wasn't the point. you spared him an odd look, trying to walk away yet again. but the male was ready to hold you in your place, gripping your arm.

"why are you doing this to yourself?" he asks you.

"doing what?" you finally answered him.

"this. everything."

i look him dead in the eyes, "because i fucking hate the fact that you're beating me in the only one thing i'm good at. i don't fucking know gojo, the fact that i'm actually not that good at the one thing i assumed i'm good at is pissing me off — you're pissing me off!"

"y/n, what the fuck are you talking about?"

you pulled your arm away, "look at you. you're attractive and you're smart — i don't think i'm attractive, so i just try to be smart, but i'm apparently not doing a fucking good job at it too."

gojo heaves out a sigh, "so you think i'm attractive and smart?"

you look at him in disbelief, "how is that important right now?"

"it is important. the person i like thinks i'm attractive and smart," he tells you.

"okay, so what if i find you attractive and smart— did you just say you like me, gojo? what the fuck?" you asked him, very surprised and he sent you a charming smile.

"how is that important right now?" he questions back, grabbing your hand, giving it a light squeeze, "what matters is that you're not going to ignore me again, because frankly speaking, i fucking hate it when you're ignoring the fuck out of me y/n. i don't care if you insult or talk shit about me, just don't ignore me."

i look at him, mouth slightly agape, "can we talk about the 'the person i like' part, please?" you posed a question, still in disbelief.

"no. that's not important."

"yes it is important, gojo."

"so when it comes to my feelings to you, it's suddenly important? can we talk about your feelings to me after then?" you shook your head and walked away after that sole question, "that's a bit unfair don't you think? and why the hell are you walking away? come back!"

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[ingravinoveritas]

Hi Amy, I'm the cursed anon who asked Neil lol (and I guess I'll stay anon for all my life after what happened today). I just wanted to thank you for what you wrote. I was sure my ask would have reached your blog somehow, alas. I don't know what to say, I'm mortified, it's been a rather hard day for me, since I felt completely misunderstood and belittled by someone I looked up to. I'm sorry because I must have phrased my ask in a weird way, an even "creepy" one, it seems.. By the way, I'm so glad you didn't find anything creepy in that, because I don't know for the life of me what I said that was perceived that way. I spent the entire day thinking about it and, at the same time, I tried to distract myself from shame. I don't know how to describe it, but this answer made me question so many things, about my mental health too, and I definitely didn't need that. He could have just said that he didn't quite understand what I meant, instead he only made me feel stupid and fed me to the lions. I mean, of course I know that season 2 is wrapped for example, I just wanted to tell him that maybe this sort of casting might be a future problem for season 3, and that I hope it won't be an issue for season 2, even though I saw many people turning up their nose already. (As I also bloody know that David Tennant and Michael Sheen are actors playing a part, evidently this is not what my concerns were!) I really don't know how to better explain it, English is a hard language to convey things sometimes. Neil doesn't speak any other language than it, and it shows honestly, because he doesn't know how hard it is for someone who is not native; me asking that might have been an impulsive decision, but I really tried to do my best with the language, it was hard, and it's like he pretended he didn't understand nevertheless. I don't know, I'm so disappointed by such a response. I thought it was more likely that he just read and didn't answer, but that condescending response? I didn't expect that. I'm sorry that I made him so sour/sharp/harsh (I don't know which adjective is the more appropriate in this case, and it drives me crazy that it can take so little to be misinterpreted, that's what I was referring to) because evidently I must have offended him or hit a nerve, which was not my intention. I might have been stupid to ask that, but if the ask was so annoying to him, it's not like he was obliged to answer it and being so cruel at the point to completely distort its meaning. Do I regret it? I do, but maybe without all of this, I wouldn't have ever seen this side of him, and I'm for the truth, even if it always tastes bittersweet, so.. Good to know, I guess. 

Sorry for ranting! Oh my god, I didn't realise, it's just that it's still an open wound to me. Coming back to you, I wanted to tell you that even if you might not agree with me (you have all the right not to), your response is actually the kind I expected from a man of power who is twice my age (just saying). Thank you for always being so considerate and tactful, you really did made me feel a little better. I wish there were more people like you in the world, I mean it.

(Sorry for the disappeared ask, I deleted the account after sending it, thinking that it would have stayed in your inbox once it was there.. Well, I was wrong haha. I'm going to delete it after you answer then, I had reactivated it just because you turned the anons off and I wanted to thank you instantly <3)

Hi, Anon. Oh, I am so sorry for what you went through yesterday. I'm also floored to have you reach out to me, as I didn't even realize you were aware of my blog, but I thank you for doing so and sharing your thoughts/feelings with me.

It saddens me so greatly to know how much Neil's response has hurt you, and how it has affected your mental health. If the comments on my post about what happened are indication, however, you are definitely not the only one who felt that his response was not okay. What you said about feeding you to the lions was something one of my followers also mentioned, and whether Neil intended it or not, I would have to agree with that assessment.

The fact is, Neil is a writer. He knows how powerful words can be, and how suggestive. So by calling your question "creepy" in that first sentence, he is creating the lens through which the reader is going to view your question. And so what I would say is that two things can be true here, which is that 1) You have every right to feel the concerns you do, but trying to engage Neil about it was probably not the best idea; and 2) Neil has the right to feel/say what he wants, but deciding to answer your question the way he did instead of simply ignoring it was also probably not the best idea.

I don't know if you've been on his blog at all today, but Neil actually went into a bit more detail about his rationale, re: the use of the word "creepy" in the comments on this post, as part of a back-and-forth exchange with another fan who again brought up the issue of nepotism. I thought I would highlight these two comments in particular:

What I was struck by in the comment on the left was two specific things: 1) Neil's mention of the "undertones" to your question. Going by what you wrote, Anon, as well as the message that you've written here, I do not think there were any undertones to your Ask--with the possible exception of calling Neil's character into question (which, if he was hoping to squash that, it is now beyond ironic that his response to you has achieved the exact opposite); and 2) That someone who has been described as "so Tumblr" and "Neil gets it" would somehow be oblivious to how venomous people can be on social media, especially when encouraged by the creators of their favorite works, and why someone would therefore not want to make themselves a potential target. In just the first sentence of his response to you, however, Neil proved exactly why you were right to use a burner account.

In terms of the comment on the right, we see Neil draw a false equivalence between your question and people criticizing him for casting POC actors in Sandman. This was (in my opinion) Neil doing this fan what he did to you, which is twist around what they were saying as a means of deflection and avoiding answering the question that was actually being asked, which was about nepotism. The other irony for me is him talking about people accusing him of having a secret agenda, while he was the one doing the same thing to you. The only difference is that his assumption ended up having serious consequences, as we are now seeing.

I think you did hit a nerve, Anon, but--as strange as it may sound--I don't think it had anything to do with you. My feeling is that there is something going on with Neil and he is using Tumblr as an outlet--much in the same way that Michael used Twitter as an outlet in 2019/2020. So I do not think you are "cursed" or "made" Neil be salty/harsh--I think he was already this way and took whatever is happening with him out on you. Because if everything was absolutely fine--if what you were mentioning in your question was totally ridiculous and Neil was entirely unbothered by it--I do not think he would have answered it, nor would he still have been engaging this fan about it for hours afterward.

I know this probably won't be of much comfort, and I am sorry. English is not my second language, but I am autistic, and I relate very deeply to what you described about searching so hard for the right words (which is probably why it takes me forever to answer my Anons) because of not wanting to be misunderstood. And I know very well what it's like to have someone you so greatly admired turn out to be not at all what you expected, especially when everyone else's perception of that person is so wildly different.

It is for that reason that I can understand fans on here and Twitter rushing to defend Neil, not wanting to feel that someone they love could possibly do anything wrong. "Neil is a human being" is a comment I've seen frequently...but if we are going to say that Neil is human, then that means he is imperfect. It means he makes mistakes. And it should not be controversial to say this. I've also seen people in the aftermath of this saying how kind Neil is to the fans...but his response to you was unkind. Setting someone up to be a target is not kind. Neil has so many people who write into him who are dealing with mental health issues and concerns, and at best his response to you was thoughtless...but at worst, it sends a message to other fans that they, too, could become targets for absolutely no reason. And while I do not believe that Neil owes the fans anything, having an awareness of the power he wields and a sense of basic human decency does not seem like much to ask.

You do not ever have to apologize for ranting to me, Anon. I'm so glad that what I wrote in my other post helped you to feel better, even if just a little. I am by no means perfect--far from it--but I've been in enough fandoms and had enough heartaches to know that I would want to do anything I could to spare someone else from going through the things I went through. The shame here is not yours for asking a question that yielded a disproportionate overreaction from Neil--the shame belongs to the people who piled onto you because of it.

I want you to know that I was truly touched by your compliments, and that you felt comfortable enough to be so vulnerable with me here. I'm sending you lots of love, as well as the hope that we can continue to have honest discussions about these subjects. A lot of people are with you, and believe me when I again tell you that you are not alone. xx

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[rubyarrows]

Unnoticed

I always thought that growing up with an older brother like Marty Deeks would mean constant attention and interference in my life. After all, that's what older brothers are known for, right? But as I stand here, watching him from a distance, the worst part is that he didn't even notice.

Kensi Blye, his partner at NCIS, walks over to me, her eyes following the same gaze I have fixed on Marty. "You okay, YN?" she asks, her concern genuine.

I force a smile and nod. "Yeah, just reminiscing, you know?"

She gives me a knowing look, as if she understands more than she lets on. "Siblings can be a handful," she says, her voice soft.

"You have no idea," I mutter under my breath, but Kensi hears it.

"Try me," she challenges, her eyes glinting with curiosity.

I take a deep breath, wondering if sharing this piece of my life would make any difference. "Marty and I... we didn't always get along. Classic sibling rivalry, I guess. He'd tease me endlessly, and I'd find ways to get back at him." I pause, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "But the thing is, he never really noticed how much those little things meant to me. How much he meant to me."

Kensi watches me intently, her understanding gaze encouraging me to continue.

"Take the time he stole my favorite toy when we were kids," I say with a chuckle. "I was so mad at him, I refused to talk to him for days. And what did he do? He left a note under my pillow, apologizing and promising to give it back. It wasn't just the toy; it was the fact that he cared enough to make things right."

"That sounds like a big brother trying to make amends," Kensi remarks.

I nod, a wistful expression on my face. "Exactly. But even through all the bickering and pranks, there were moments when he showed his protective side. Like the time he confronted a boy who was giving me a hard time at school. He acted like it was no big deal, but I knew he had my back."

Kensi smiles warmly. "Sounds like you two have a deeper bond than you realize."

"That's just it," I sigh. "He doesn't realize. The worst part is he didn't even notice when things started changing. When the teasing turned into genuine conversations, and the pranks turned into shared jokes. He didn't notice when he became someone I looked up to, someone I admired."

Kensi's gaze shifts back to Marty, who is engrossed in a conversation with another agent. "People don't always see the impact they have on others," she says softly. "But it doesn't mean that impact isn't there."

I watch Marty for a moment longer before turning back to Kensi. "Thanks for listening, Kensi."

"Anytime, YN," she replies with a reassuring smile. "And who knows, maybe one day he'll notice too."

I can only hope. Because as much as I love giving him a hard time about it, the truth is, my brother Marty Deeks means the world to me. And I'll keep cherishing those unnoticed moments that shaped our bond, hoping that one day, he'll see them too.

As Kensi's words linger in the air, another figure emerges from the bustling crowd at the NCIS office – G. Callen. He walks over to us with that characteristic air of mystery that surrounds him.

"Hey, what's the topic of discussion here?" Callen asks with a half-smile, clearly intrigued by our hushed conversation.

Kensi glances at me briefly, as if gauging whether I'm comfortable sharing. I take a deep breath, deciding to open up a little more. "We were talking about siblings, specifically my relationship with Marty," I say, looking up at Callen.

"Ah, the Deeks dynamic," Callen chuckles, leaning against a nearby desk. "You know, he used to be quite the lone wolf, but ever since he joined the team, he's softened up."

Kensi nods, her eyes shifting between Callen and me.

"Softened up? That's an understatement," I say, a hint of amusement in my voice. "He's still the same old Marty, but he's become more... open, I guess."

Callen raises an eyebrow. "Open? That's not an adjective I'd readily associate with Deeks."

I chuckle, appreciating the camaraderie of this moment. "You'd be surprised. He might not show it in the most conventional ways, but he's there when it counts."

Kensi chimes in, "YN was just telling me about some of the unnoticed moments that shaped their bond."

Callen's eyes soften, a hint of nostalgia flashing through them. "Unnoticed moments, huh? Those are the ones that often matter the most."

I nod in agreement, grateful for their understanding. "Exactly. Like the time he helped me with my math homework, even though he pretended he was doing it just to annoy me."

Callen chuckles. "Classic big brother move. And I bet he didn't want any credit for it."

"He didn't," I confirm, smiling at the memory. "Or the way he stood up for me when people made fun of my interests. He had this way of silently letting them know he wouldn't tolerate it."

Kensi glances at Callen, her eyes shining with something akin to pride. "Sounds like Marty's been quite the role model."

"He has," I admit, my gaze drifting over to where Marty is still engrossed in conversation.

Callen pushes away from the desk and stands up straight. "Well, I think it's about time we make sure he notices."

Kensi and I exchange surprised glances, and Callen's mischievous grin tells us he's up to something.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask cautiously.

Callen winks. "Let's just say I have a knack for orchestrating memorable moments."

And before I can protest, Callen saunters over to Marty and begins a conversation that I can't quite hear from where I stand. A few moments later, Callen gestures for Marty to turn around.

Marty's gaze locks onto me, and a puzzled expression crosses his face as he notices my presence. Callen grins and discreetly walks away, leaving the two of us alone.

Marty approaches, a crooked smile on his lips. "Hey, sis. What's going on?"

I take a deep breath, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. "I just wanted to let you know, Marty, that the worst part is you didn't even notice."

Marty's brows furrow, confusion evident on his face. "Notice what?"

I glance back at Kensi and Callen, who are watching us with knowing smiles. Then I turn back to Marty and offer him a sincere smile. "Notice that all those unnoticed moments, the teasing, the protectiveness, the unspoken support – they all mean the world to me. You mean the world to me."

Marty's expression softens, a mix of surprise and warmth in his eyes. "YN, I..."

I hold up a hand, cutting him off. "You don't have to say anything, Marty. I just wanted you to know."

He hesitates for a moment before pulling me into a hug, the kind that says more than words ever could.

As we stand there, wrapped in each other's embrace, I realize that maybe, just maybe, some unnoticed bonds are stronger than they seem. And as Callen and Kensi exchange a triumphant look in the background, I can't help but feel grateful for their intervention – for giving me the courage to make sure Marty finally notices what's been there all along.

#ruby arrows #ruby arrows imagines #ncis #ncis la #ncis x reader #ncis imagine #ncis fanfiction #ncis la x reader #ncis la imagine #ncis la imagines #ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #marty deeks x reader #marty deeks imagine #marty deeks imagines #marty deeks fanfiction

[hexhomos]

top 5 jay/vik pet peeves? 👀

I let this ask simmer a bit in the back of my inbox because... oh man you guys really want to see me rant like that? Unbelievable. But I'll indulge anyway since I could on about this forever:

#1 the way people straight up delete everything about Jayce as a character, be it talis or giopara, just to turn around and act like he's "leeching off viktor's genius" or "a big stupid dumb idiot who cant grasp simple concepts XD" "brainless idiotic himbo" like… this is so tiring to me. Are you trying to call him braindead? Because that's what it sounds like. I don't find it funny or charming anymore thanks to the sheer density and frequent malice adjacent to this kind of content.

#2 Related to above, but also found on its own, SPECIALLY in arcane fandom bubbles: a fixation on Jayce's body as a sexual object or sexual accessory to other people as his "Only redeeming character trait". It's become so prevalent I don't like browsing content for him anymore. Fans will legitimately make up bullshit reasons as to why Jayce is lesser than other characters (the council, mel, heimerdinger, viktor, vi, whoever, you name it) and then hold up more brainless no personality idiotbad himboXD porn as the only thing his character could ever amount to. Way to go! You're treating this show's singular brown lead as actually subhuman. There truly are no words. And it's not like it's hard to give Jayce an ounce of interesting things to do: most of what people attribute to viktor as sciency and driven and passionate is something that he shares with jayce; sometimes, its straight up things jayce came up with and worked on all his life getting penned as "viktors thing". I just find fandom, for one reason or another, holds a severe disinterest in treating them as equals. And it makes their dynamic worse. (This last point is not exclusive to arcane, sadly.)

#3 Viktor woobification, and an insistence that he could neeeeever do anythiiiiing wroooooong, regardless of verse. It makes him into such an uninteresting non-character. Viktor was created to *BE* the mad scientist archetype; this was his initial concept and it persists to this day, you can't take away his responsibility for his mistakes, or pretend it was Jayce's fault, and still expect him to be a good character. I don't even know what you're stanning at that point. I've had ppl genuinely argue with me that viktor never hurt anyone in game canon and that JAYCE had stolen blitzcrank and its like ????? Do you even know who Stanwick is. Please just read their bios. Both of their bios. Viktor lies to clean up his own story and even before the lore rewrite he was the one who'd initiate violence by Invading Jayce's Lab And Blasting Him With Laserbeams. This guy's ingame kit requires you to kill 100 minions before evolving a weapon prototype. He has an ability called "death ray". You don't think that's funny? Your loss. (Related: a lot of able-bodied people treat viktor's arcane disability as something to patronize him over, and it can be really, really uncomfortable to see.)

#4 this is gonna seem minor compared to above but watching people try and vilify Jayce at every turn to make Viktor or other characters look better can be so unintentionally funny. They never pay attention to anything about his character, just spin a wheel of bad generic adjectives and go: "JAYCE is an out of touch gazillionaire SOCIAL CLIMBER queaking for STATUS who eats diamond dust, shits gold and hates lesbians; he also PISSED on my WIFE," whole time the guy is just minding his business, indentured for life thanks to vampiric 'patrons' making him swear fealty for project funding, canonically stated to have built a name making gadgets for the working class, doesn't even like socializing in Any Universe (and this is the exact thing him and viktor bond over), etc etc etc... this shit is embarrassing brother

#5 unironic googoo talk jaymel or melvik or anything that exists in the middle genuinely makes me roll my eyes. Sometimes I feel as though people watched the bomb scene and then immediately erased out how disrespectful and manipulative it was. I don't care for any of these pairings nor the implication that you have to 'make good with billionaires to reach ultimate peace uwu' that comes attached to most of their content. The TVshow being as centrist and corporate as it is explains why this exists, sure, but I feel so ?????? When I see people acting like viktor and mel would be best buddies, as if she isn't canonically the richest person in Piltover before we even have a timeskip and *Directly Responsible for enabling and profiting off much of the fuckshit going on in Zaun* lol. Where do you think that money came from? Seriously?? Come on. I cannot fathom how people can see Jayce's interactions with her as leading to any sort of positive outcome. They get 0 romantic buildup worth caring for and are boring as all hell. And the next one is less common but: whenever people try to fit her plotline into leagueverse I just, LOL. The ruling Medarda in league is a 70-something manlet white geezer. Jayce giopara is a fag and his entire bio was designed around viktor. The council plays no part in their story and they're far more interesting for it, thank fucking god.

#Hexposts #Jayvik #Arcane #long post

[voidcat]

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characters: ningguang/beidou, kazuha, ei, scaramouche/you

notes: modern au, married beiguang as your and kazuha's mothers, gender neutral reader

when beidou hears the idea leave ningguang's lips, she thinks all those nights overworking has finally done it for good. be it the ridiculosity, the slim chances relying on something no one can secure on purpose or the other parties involved- beidou doesn't know what to start with, if she's being honest.

"if we want to expand business, what better way to strike a guaranteed success than to head directly for the top of the game?"

"no ning, this makes sense of course-" beidou begins, pinching at the bridge of her nose, "but in an actual business setting. what you're suggesting is-" ningguang watches as she lets out a sigh. "we are talking about the raiden corp. here. do you really think she will fall for a ...cheap trick of aiming for a friendship in disguise of striking a deal later?"

ningguang's expression sours at beidou's choice of adjectives. she is aware of the risks of this idea already, but where is harm in it if you don't oppose to it?

closing her eyes, she lets out a chuckle, "darling, i am aware-"

"must we really involve the kids?" beidou cuts in, her voice sounding almost meek.

ningguang cannot ever recall a time she has heard such a tone laced in her wife's words.

something in her eye tells there is a little more to beidou's opposition than just 'involving the kids' yet she leaves it at that for now.

"how about we ask what they think? if they don't want to be a part of it, they won't." beidou begins to relax at her words, "however, you must know miss ei did agree to having a lunch."

head snapping back, beidou opens her mouth as she glares at ningguang yet ningguang settles with placing her finger over her lips, "and i've heard she has a son close in age to them. so at most it'd be like a meeting of mothers," twisting her wrist, her palm facing up as if she is stating something so obvious, so easy.

"but if they wish not to be involved, then so be it."

by the time ningguang reaches her own conclusion, beidou realizes that she remains as set in stone as ever. as much as she might admire determination when it comes to many things, she can only let out a breathy sigh in defeat, knowing one way or another, ningguang will always find a way.

"so what? it's just a lunch with mom and head of... what did you say they were called again?" you lean in to beidou, whisper telling the second part.

"ei, her son, you and i." ningguang says. "it has reached my ears ei does not have the best of relationship with her son," "yeah, i wonder why." beidou mutters under her breath.

shooting her a quick glare, ningguang continues; "and considering his not-so-pleasant public image, she has agreed to having an unofficial meeting over lunch."

"what i'm getting is i'll just be the token peer slash beloved child then?" you inquire.

"the restaurant we have picked is known for its privacy. the most press will get is the four of us entering and exiting together. you don't need to befriend him, just think of it as a-"

"i've done my fair share of socializing for the sake of it at school, don't worry mom." you interrupt her, almost sounding bored. "okay, i'll do it."

"lovely! thank you, dear" ningguang clasps her hands together in enthusiasm. "i'll see you for dinner, i've got to go now." and with it she walks away, leaving an exhausted beidou, kazuha and disinterested you behind.

by the time the day of the lunch arrives, time flies by rather fast. kazuha seems antsier than you for some reason. when confronted, he just waves you off, claiming it's nothing you should worry about.

meeting ningguang before lunch and driving there, the ride itself is quiet, though even then she seems busy on her phone, handing a last minute business of sorts.

as you get off the car, you receive a message from kazuha.

a simple 'good luck' followed by a cat sticker, you find it odd that he even sent something like that in the first place. perhaps miss ei's son had attended the same highschool as kazuha. you make a note of asking about that later.

eyes still on your phone, you follow ningguang's queue and do not register the figures in front of you or ningguang's words until her hand enters your line of vision, introducing you.

looking up, to the left you see a tall woman with long, beautiful features, a cold and distant touch to her looks, from her gaze, makeup to her clothes. a hair clip of flowers on the side of her head do not do much to soften the air of authority she creates simply from existing.

it is the same air you get whenever you've seen ningguang at work, at her true element, a grace and power to her, surrounding her like a halo.

eyes leaving her lilac ones, your gaze lands on the boy next to her. his expression alone enough to kill off whatever emotions you've had inside you.

"yeah, i'm not doing that."

you don't realize the words leaving your mouth until a loud "what!" shrieked and a "what the fuck do you mean by 'that'?!", following with a hissed "kuni! language!"

okay, perhaps, this was not the most ideal time to change your mind.

#might add more to it depending on the feedback #i Say ‘might’ vut i legit have a plot planned so #Look at me using an emoji instead of a — #genshin impact #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #scaramouche x reader #Scaramouche x you #kunikuzushi x you #kunikuzushi x reader #modern au

[inevitable-pretty-chaos]

it may not be very much but i wish you 12

happiness . it maybe hard to cometoterms with everything that has happenedand maybe it is difficult to view yourself as good i like to see you as. a good person ! a

very good person ? person may not be the

word. correct?

(the water has been running for half an hour yet chlorine stains hand)s

you are a good person but your actions . certainly they may not all be as good. personally i believe that you mean well i appreciate how kind you are. if ever you were not a s """good""""" then i am happy to say you've changed and become so lovely to get to know. i have made great conversation with you and your

friends ? if you are close enoughto them to say

i hope i do not put you off but. i would like to just say that i think you are amazing and lovely and. nothing is perfect so saying perfect would be wrong but personally i would love to call you perfect maybe once. my mind re turns to normal. the past should not sadden you. you are here now and & that is wha12 matters most

Ah, what a sickly-sweet honey you're spilling in our ask box.

That's interesting that I'm giving you the impression of a good person considering... everything I've previously written here. However, I'll never view myself as good, only because I don't believe that this adjective is able to describe me. Yes, I changed my behavior, became better and managed to change myself. But I still crave the taste of blood, I still crave violence. I'm still a sadist who finds pleasure in other people's pain. I changed, but, really, some parts of me are still the same. I feel disgusted of myself and I still don't feel any remorse. What's worse, I'd gladly repeat some of my past behavior if I had the chance... Xav, as my partner, would tell you that I'm capable of being sweet, protective, kind and caring, but deeply inside I'm still a monster.

That being said, I still appreciate your ask, really. It's nice to know that to some people I'm not as bad as I think. [But... please just don't call me "good", because it will never describe me well.] I also appreciate that you think I'm so lovely to get to know and that our little conversation means something to you. I also think that the adjectives you're using to describe me are an exaggeration, but considering that Xavery called me perfect and lovely and amazing certainly more than once, maybe, just maybe there might be some truth in your words. Who knows. Maybe regardless of my past behavior, I still can't be considered the worst. Maybe, though I doubt it, there is a chance for me to be saved. [And maybe, just maybe, I should learn how to live with my mistakes, as Orchid once said. But that's a topic for a different conversation, I guess.]

My past will forever disturb and trigger me, it will always make me sad [or just melancholic]. But as you said... I'm alive now, I still haven't died yet and I guess that's a good reason to be at least a little happy [if happiness is even a good word in my situation].

~Nyx

#ask box #killian's lore #cw death mention

[oceanblueeyesoul]

hii is it alright if i have a matchup with wednesday addams ? it's okay if not, i don't mind !!

( i hope you know what shifting is cause i am going to describe my 'DR' self LMAOAOA )

my name is angel, i am a female who strictly uses she/her pronouns and i am omnisexual, VERYY much leaning towards women. i'm 150cm tall and i am on the slimmer side. i have long, straight light blonde hair that goes down to my bellybutton with a fringe. my eyes are so brown that most might mistake them for black, my iris is quite big, and rather than siren eyes i have big doe eyes. i have light freckles scattered across my cheeks and nose. i know appearance doesn't matter but it's fun to visualise LMAOAOAO

i am quite shy, even around people i've known my whole life. i'm also quite quiet, some of my classmates i've known for a while haven't really heard my voice. i don't speak all that much due to an insecurity i have with my voice but i won't touch too much on that because it's an uncomfortable topic. i'll try to describe it, it's a little soft and almost embarrassingly high pitched. it takes a good while for me to actually talk to somebody with my words, and genuinely open up. i am always willing to do anything not only for those i love, but for anyone. i'm too kind for my own good sometimes in the sense that i'm trying more to recognise when people are genuine or taking advantage of me. although i'm shy and quiet, i can be quite energetic and bubbly. often i'm calm, but when i'm happy or excited i'll be smiling non-stop and stimming. i've been told i'm mysterious which makes me cringe a little. i have a very good sense od humour, it's very very easy to make me laugh. some other adjectives to describe me are ditzy, observant, introverted, oblivious, shy, happy. i wouldn't call myself smart but i am most definitely not stupid, my lowest grade is a b. i'm smart with school subjects, but with other stuff is where my brain goes a bit cloudy. if i went to nevermore, ironic as it is, i'd most likely be an angel. if i went to hogwarts, i'd be a hufflepuff. i get along with 99.9% of people i meet. i know a lottt of people but only keep very few close. i LOOVE snow, rain & winter !! which is a pity honestly because i catch colds quite easily and i get cold easily but it doesn't matterr i love it anyway. my favourite season ever. lemons, gingerbread, fruit salads, strawberry jam and pastries (specifically donuts) are my favourite foods. i am a talented singer but nobody is aware because i'm to embarrassed to sing in front of anybody. i'm definitely a cat person as i admire that cats can not only be playful, but calm as well. my music taste is mainly lana del rey, pinkpantheress & tv girl. i like a lot of songs but these artists are in my playlist the most. i also love newjeans and red velvet's music but idk if people know them. i have a resting sad face so people often think i'm sad when they glance at me and i'm super insecure of that because i got called emo because of it </33

my clothing style is coquette, but i only really wear white clothing with the occasional grey and very pastel colours. i usually wear black mary janes and frilly socks and leg warmers. i love the snow clothing, the clothing with fluffy material. i prefer wearing clothing that fits my waist very well, and mini-skirts. i like wearing bows at the back of my hair and a little bit of jewellery. i don't like wearing too much, i don't like baggy pants - if i was to wear pants they would be low rise skinny jeans. most tops i wear fit me very well and are very often cropped.

i hope you don't find anything about me cringe because i get it often that my fav characters wld find me cringe and that i'm cringe in general which i find a little sad. i hope this wasn't too detailed. it's like one in the morning right now and i have nothing better to do LMAOAO thank you anyway if you made it to here !! thank you ily !! <33

Hi there, Angel! I really hope you like this a lot!

Wednesday (Netflix) Matchup

Your Wednesday (Netflix) soulmate is...

ENID SINCLAIR!

She would definitely love your outfits and would often steal some pastel outfits in your wardrobe when she runs out of new looks to wear for an important event.

She would definitely help you to come out of your shell a bit because she wants everyone just to see you as she sees you all the time.

She would definitely love your physical appearance the most because she thought you looked the most angelic out of the angels that she must be in heaven with you.

Huffledor x Hufflepuff soulmates!

#oceanblueeyesoul #wednesday netflix matchups #enid sinclair #enid sinclair x reader #wednesday netflix #matchups

[eolewyn1010]

the fanfic asks are so good, can you answer all of them? jk. (unless...) pls do these if you want to: c, f, h, k, m, t and also the one you really want to answer but nobody has asked yet

Oh, okay, that's a bunch ^^'

C - What member do you identify with most?

Member of what? What an awkward phrasing. I'mma hope it means character, so: Charité's Martin Schelling. My boy is just permanently So Done With Shit, and for all his dry snark really frightened of showing genuine feelings. He has, like, maybe five people in this big wide world that he actually cares about, but those few are so very precious to him. Also, he doesn't emote all that much unless he's alone with someone he cares about - or really, really pissed off.

F - Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

You know, I've looked around my writings, and I can't find one rn. Which is weird because it's not like I dislike writing dialogues. But I did find an overview of "planning what these people are saying to each other in this scene" but written in script form and abbreviated humorously, and while I still gotta make an earnest chapter of it sometime, I kept it because it makes me laugh a lot. If you wanna take that instead of an actual fully-fledged dialogue scene, let me know and I'll share that.

H - How would you describe your style?

I always think it's a little dry because I don't do much of what a friend called "rhetoric clutter" (amazing, considering my tendency for too many adjectives and slightly too long sentences); it's rather unrushed telling of what's going on, something for relaxed, calm reading. That includes not being very good at action scenes, but I was told I do excellent fluff. More focus on body language and tone etc. than feelings tho; I was also told that my writing doesn't try to tell the reader what emotions to feel, and I hope that's a good thing?

K - What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Writing down a fictionalized story of Sporus. He was a young catamite of Emperor Nero, castrated, forced to play a female gender role, called by the name of Nero's dead wife, handed over from one Emperor to the other, suicide before he was twenty - the semi-historical record of his life is awful enough tbh, and my story isn't rectifying much of that. Sporus gets some more agency, a few moments of sweet, sweet comeuppance, and positive relationships, but all the terrible stuff still happens. It's quite a downer.

M - Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

What if Tatort Kommissar, but werewolf? I don't do that Alpha-Omega bullshit, but it admittedly does give me the chance for some dirty jokes at the expense of Thorsten and Sebastian.

T - Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Love Triangles. That are played for drama, that is, not for exploring polyamory and the different ways we love different people. I know some people love the back and forth, weighing the upsides and downsides of either option against each other, but it doesn't really do anything for me. I guess that's why I never warmed up to the likes of Austen and the Brontës - call me philistine, it is what it is.

Bonus of my own choosing: X - A character you enjoy making suffer. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. As a literary character, obv, not the historical Goethe - I blame @fanpersoningfox and their "Referendare und Liebe" because their Goethe version is always kind of lofty and above it and super not-even-fazed-by-your-shenanigans, so when I write Goethe, I enjoy having him flustered and facepalming and spluttering because I want to see the little idiot off of his high horse. *sigh* I love him.

#ask thingie #thanks! #see how you got me babbling <3 #writing #fanfic

[titanicfreija]

I tell this story sometimes cos I think it's funny, and I dunno if I've posted it here (I definitely posted a prose analogy) but I wanted to tell it again.

So! I'm a crucible sweat! I try to keep my sportsmanship good, but I pump my fist on a hard win like everyone else. In-game, it's mostly spinning in place. (I worried about that one but then I saw someone else do it and it was adorable so.) Occasionally it's an emote, but even then, I'll move off or turn away from an enemy ghost to do it.

Teabagging, as we all know, is a display of poor sportsmanship. It's not the end of the world and at worst it's kicking my ego while it's down... But come on, man. Bad form.

Elimination, if you don't know, dead stays dead until rezzed by an ally or your whole team goes down.

The game found me a good pool, and it cycled us through with the same-ish crowd for a bit.

Amongst this crowd was a hunter.

Our first match against one another, they're teamed up with a couple of warlocks on The Anomaly. And they're a relentless teabagger.

Trying to be a good sport means tolerating the bad sports. I let it go the first time. His performance at the time was poor, so his first victory against me resulted in his excited bagging and an accidental dodge. The second time, eh, sorry sport, and she's not as bad as I thought, so she's just being kinda a jerk now. Okay.

But then I, last man standing, got taken out by their allies. Dude was in the other room, and she ran as fast as she could, including dodging into the room, to 'bag me.

I am not immune to getting a little salty. Losing to sorry sports tends to upend the shaker.

We WON, closer than I liked, but match over.

Fucker was in my next match.

And got right back on their bullshit.

So, like I said, better than initially thought-but they're still not QUITE good enough to counter my bullshit, so he ends up dead and I end up babysitting the ghost.

It's not the first time in these matches, but it's the first time I've really stayed on them.

So I'm thinking about it the whole time I'm there. I'm not the teabagging kinda person, but I'm petty enough to do it.

I swear I can hear him saying "don't you do it". I know I would've, if the asshat I've been antagonizing was standing over my corpse.

One of my allies goes down. I now have to choose if I'm going to join the fight or stay babysitting. Enemy heads towards ally (and not me), so I know what I need to do.

So I make up my mind, and I duck once before I go to fight.

Regardless of "don't you do it", whatever they said after that started "oh, you" and then had an adjective noun combination I would find hilarious. I know that because they stopped. No more 'bagging. Next death, they jumped up and down on me, one after that was emoting, and one after that was shooting my ghost and corpse while running in circles around me-- but no more 'bagging.

It's the only time I've ever teabagged anyone, and I still regard it as worth it because, low as it was, fucker got a taste of her own medicine and quit it.

Tl; This asshat teabagged me for two whole ass matches (not rounds, matches) until I 'bagged back.

[wittez]

lately, nabi's been pondering a fundamental problem in life. or maybe it's not so much about life itself, and it's merely only about relationships instead. or perhaps, it's not even that much to do with relationships… and instead the crux of the issue comes from a place much closer to home— her own heart.

…of course, that last notion is inconceivable. nabi can't recall a time where she ever was wrong!

but let's pretend she is, even if just for the sake of considering all possibilities. so then, if she is wrong, there's something to be said about the way in which her head remains held up high, as though refusing to even breathe the same air as cole, despite the fact that doing this only serves to make her closer. what with him being half a head taller than her and all, but those are mere technicalities that do not, in any way shape or form, affect this little thought exercise that is acting like nabi has a problem.

and now that we're here, it's also worth mentioning that she finds herself looking for his attention every now and then; perhaps, nabi gets a little too much joy from her performance of the perfect girlfriend. his perfect girlfriend, to be precise, because even though it is just a possessive adjective it is what makes all the difference… the word possessive and cole don't go together all that well, she thinks, but that's mostly if not only because nabi doesn't like how much she misses the idea of it.

so if someone else's gaze lingers on her for a second too long, she doesn't hesitate to take hold of cole's hand. and if another person dares to so much as talk to him when not strictly necessary, she pulls out all the stops to make it known he's hers. of course, if minutes after the fact cole asks why she was all over him the only reply she has to offer is that she merely wants to completely ruin any and all possibilities of him having a good time on this trip, with a scoff to really sell it, that's all he needs to know. and possibly, if she repeats that enough times she could even come to convince herself that truly, that's all there is to it. what's so wrong with wanting to ruin a man's life, especially after he upended her very own?

this is completely reasonable and it's what any sane human being would do.

( "damn right!" agrees the lamp in front of her, slightly cracked at its base and yet completely whole in its morality. or lack thereof… it is a lamp, after all. )

"hey, cole." when she speaks, she doesn't even glance in his direction. instead her eyes are trained on the menu, as if searching for something… except, the answer nabi seeks isn't amongst the entrées. perhaps she'll have better luck in the desserts section. today, his parents have generously paid for their dinner— "you won't treat yourselves, so i'll just have to take matters into my own hands," had claimed his mother, ever the gracious lady —and if she's being truthful, it was going well until she noticed the man on the table adjacent to their own kept eyeing her behind her (ex) boyfriend's back. "that guy keeps staring at me… it's giving me the creeps. think we can ask for a different table?"

( . . . )

if nabi notices the anger in his voice, she says nothing. rather it’s something she keeps for herself, to be filed away under the cabinet of thoughts to be revisited later. later, when she can ponder it all she wants while pretending to sleep and shuffling ever so slightly closer to cole in her ‘slumber’. when she can berate herself over how small things like this still make him more attractive to her than she’d ever like to admit. “yeah. i kinda feel sorry for his girlfriend or wife or whatever… i know not everyone can be me, but it’s just plain rude to check out other people when you’re on a literal date!”

cole’s movement feels sudden, unpredictable— though if she takes another split second to think about it, it’s about the only course of action that possibly makes sense. the only other idea that comes to mind would be for cole to pick a fight with this man, but first of all she doubts he’s keen to get kicked out of the restaurant much less if it’s to defend her honor like she’s some damsel in distress.

well… is she in distress? yes, definitely. is it because of that rando? only about 5% of it is, but cole doesn't need to know that part.

“alright.” the way cole speaks isn’t an offer— it’s an order. and while yesterday’s nabi would’ve most certainly gotten on his case about speaking to her like she owes him something, today’s nabi feels far more forgiving… it may or may not have to do with how he’d been in her dream the night prior, a good one for what has to be the first time in months, but it’s not like he needs to know about any of that. now cole’s taking hold of her hand, and she’d repressed how much she’d yearned for his touch that even she’s surprised by how electric it all feels. if she had to compare it to something, it’d perhaps be a level below receiving defibrillations when you’re halfway between this world and beyond.

then his lips touch her skin, and that moment is over before she can even process it. now this is definitely defibrillation tier. “thank you.” nabi’s voice is a little unsteady, kind of unfamiliar to someone usually so self-assured. even as she gathers herself to stand up and switch seats, the ghost of mischief playing on cole’s lips doesn’t go unnoticed. and, if nabi wants to kiss that away, once again she says nothing.

for all she knows this could just be part of his little holiday boyfriend charade, so nabi rathers not even considering things like that… and really, why even think about it in the first place?! this romantic destination aura or whatever the hell it has going on is working it’s way into her head and damaging her brain, for sure. she kind of wants to ask for a refund even if for no reason other than spite, because the only thing that’s come out of her pocket for the better part of a week has been a pair of sodas. but even if he is just going along with things for the sake of it… nabi figures it’s still something to be grateful for, even if not feeding her to the wolves is pretty much bare minimum. “don’t worry, cole. this much is okay, it should probably be fine now.” she hesitates, but ultimately decides on adding a, “thank you, really.” the corners of her mouth twitch upwards, and she can’t recall the last time she smiled at him without practically being held at gunpoint to do so.

#word count: 1183

[recaffeinated-thoughts]

When you can't say "I Love You" anymore

I don't even know why I logged back onto this site. I tried it once a long time ago and didn't really come back to it. I guess it's because everywhere else I'm...me. I have expectations, I have people who see me in a certain light, or a reputation to uphold. I don't have room often to just be...me.

This goes into something that's felt very hard for me to the point where I want to just scream it out into the world. I think I met the love of my life, the one I want to spent the rest of my time with, the one who's perfectly imperfect in every way that I could ever need and want.

This is the story about how she was taken away.

She didn't die, she's still very well. She's brilliant, smart, thriving, amazing, beautiful, kind, caring, compassionate, and so many other wonderful adjectives I could add in. It makes it hard because I want to love her and tell her how amazing she is at any moment. I want to tell her how pretty she looks in the flowing dress she wears. I want to just sit on the phone and listen to her talk about her day and all the annoying and wonderful things that were part of it. I miss being the part of her day where she would just vent about the difficulties and challenges that come from mistakes in life. I miss falling asleep with her on the phone and waking up briefly to hear her soft breaths.

Something taken away like that causes a deep type of pain. Grief. It's hard to say it's grief because...well...she's still alive. I mean it's not like I lost a child or a good friend died. She's still alive. She's still here. And part of me still feels there's a chance I can make her mine again.

What happened here is the tension between loving my family and loving her. In a lot of ways I felt that my attempts to find my soulmate just made this whole process a lot more challenging. My family relationship was shattered, I feel more broken than ever, I've had more thoughts of disappearing from the world, I cried more in the past two months than I have in my entire life. I feel anger, resentment, frustration, fury, pain, sadness in intensities that I've never felt before in my life. I struggle to even hold it together in front of strangers or friends.

My parents and my family didn't think she was good for me and they viewed her and talked about her in a way that triggered such deep trauma for her and now there's no way I can really go back. It feels like even if the world were to reassemble in a way to make each other's existence in our lives feel possible it still wouldn't work because of how changed things have been.

I don't know whether to have hope or to give up. Do I continue to hope that because our love felt so real that some day it will reunite us? Or do I say that this is all just a fool's errand and attempt to remove her from my thoughts? Or is she so amazing that I don't think I'll ever get her out of my mind and will just have to deal with never being with anybody because nobody can compare to her?

I don't know...

I just don't know...

#love #reflection #relationship #sorrow #grief #anger #pain

[solisung]

YALL I GOT ENGAGED LIKE FR NO CAP AT ALL IM SO AKEKKWODKAKẞO

#these past weeks my bf and i have been talking a lot about how we want to marry each other and build a family #plot twist: i had bought rings a little bit before that happened. #SO I DID IT #im so happy #like about 6 years ago i was literally sure that i would die alone and that dating isnt for me and that i should just live my life #idek if its been 6 years or a little less but whatever #im 19 now. we've been dating for almost 6 months and these past semester was the best ever. i have never been this happier before. #ofc loving ourselves is important but being loved by someone else specially when youre willing to keep working on yourself hits so different #life just feels way brighter. it's the best combo ever. i spent the last years refusing love from everyone including me #when i didn't even know all i needed was love. to be love and to love myself inside out with all my flaws. #im so thankful for the universe for putting someone this amazing in my life. a billion prayers and 'thank you' still wouldn't be enough. #this valentine's (june 12th in my country aka brazil) i just HAD to ask him to marry me. i felt like if i didn't do it then i would take #a long time to do so #and the rings have been heve for a while already so i just. like. grabbed the box showed him and said 'boop!!!! do you want to marry me?' #and he was like 'ofc i do' and i was internally CRYING my child me would literally yell and jump around bc i always wanted to get married #we won't actually marry for now bc we can't afford it YET. before that we'll both find jobs and save enough money for everything ❤️ #anyways whether we can currently afford it or not im still so happy i can't describe in words what i feel. #i don't even know if i'll ever find an adjective to do so other than 'happy'. it's all i can think of omg #my intuition is telling me that we'll get married in at least 1 year and a half. that'll be 2 years dating the love of my life! 🥺 #this is so long omg i'll shut up #shut up alexis

[yunkiwii]

—potions gone wrong—

☆ hogwarts au ☆

pairing: bsf!hyunjin x gn!reader | ft. jeongin and mentions of minho

supportive oc: angela, female

genre: sfw. comedic and chaotic, may be considered fluff by some people

wc: 2.4k

warnings: hints of jealousy, mentions of illegal (magical world wise) actions, potion-induced obsession

a/n: i'm pretty sure that in the harry potter series amortentia doesn't work the way i described here, but let's just ignore that shall we? ♡

summary: two boys decide to make a love potion to conquer the crush of one of them. unfortunately, something seems to have gone wrong and y/n needs to step in..

shout out to: ficscafe prompt dialogue event ♡

↳ "I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

↳ "I don't think that's legal, but we can work around it."

↳ "Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic"

Completely imersed in the pile of books you gathered in the library in order to try and understand more about potions, you get startled when a boy throws himself into the chair next to you, a yellow stripped tie hitting your head in the process.

"I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

"What? No!", you give him a disgusted and confused look before digging your head into the old dusty pages again.

"Come on!! Angela keeps coming to me trying to snuggle and kiss me and-", as dramatic as he is, Hyunjin pretends he is going to be sick, exaggerating on the nasty sounds way too close to your ear.

"What? Why?", your bestfriend finally caught your full attention as you turn to face him, "Wait, Angela as in like, Angela your major crush perfect-Angela? Weren't you supposed to like, I don't know, enjoy the attention?" But then the face he makes, his cheeks turning shades of pink as his gaze drifts away from you and he sinks down in his chair in embarrassment, realization hits you, "No! No you did not! Are you like what, dumb?", you flick is head inducing a loud squeal to come out his mouth.

"It was Jeongin's idea!", his voice three pitches higher than before, "And I can't be that dumb if I managed to make that stupid love potion work. But that's beside the point, will you do it or not?"

"Do what? Kiss you? And how will that help you dimwit?", you went to flick his head again because, to be fair, he deserved it, but Hyunjin knew you too well and held your hand in time to stop you from hurting his pretty face, as he likes to state.

"To break the curse! Make her give up on me by making her think we're together or something!"

"What curse? There is no curse! And she isn't even thinking right now, she might just kill me out of jealousy!", at this point you're pratically yelling at each other and are forced to leave the library, resuming this odd conversation on your way to Ravenclaw's common room.

"I still can't believe you let yourself go with what Jeongin tells you. He's evil you know?"

"Should've guessed by the green scarf huh?", you slap his arm lightly, not very fond of the jokes made regarding the fact your other best friend is a Slytherin.

"So, how do I solve this?", he basically pleas at you as you sit down on the desk next to the fireplace, as far away as possible from your housemates. Every two in three students has made, or attempted to make, some sort of potion or spell to have something in their advantage. However, amortentia wasn't just "some potion", and if some were to find out that Hwang - head in space - Hyunjin succeded at his attempt they would never leave his poor ass alone, so for now your plan was to keep this subject as low-key as possible.

"Marry her." you say nonchalantly while, without his knowledge, already looking up all about amortentia, its possible side effects and how long it would take to wear off - if ever-, receiving a whine in return.

"It was really fun at first, you know? The flirting was cute, the smooches were great," and boy he put some emphasis on that adjective,"but now it's like she's obsessed with me! She's clingy and talks with that annoying voice and I can't seem to get rid of her!" Hyunjin throws himself face down into the old couch and whines again, words muffled by the pillow where he burried his face. "She's probably standing right outside the door just now!"

"Wait, what do you mean it was fun at first? How long has this been going on Hwang Hyunjin? And why am I only knowing of this now?", you turn around in your chair way too fast, hitting with your knee on the other chair next to you before facing the mop of brown hair all spread around the blue pillow.

"Well, I barely ever saw you all week!", the boy turns his head just the minimum amount to look at you, "You're either with your nose buried in those old books, or with your hands all over Lee Minho! Not my fault you no longer have time for your friends..."

"First of all," you pull out the pillow he's laying on, his face falling on the black cushion as a few curses leave his lips, "lower your tone! I did not spend the week with my hands all over Minho, I am tutoring him in potions!"

"Which you're not that good at, that's why you walk everywhere with those fat books..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes at you as he recovers the pillow from your hands again, "Don't deny it (y/n), you've got the hots for him!"

"Oh sweetie, I sense jealousy in your tone... is that why you gave Angela a poorly made potion?", you show him the page you've been reading between the backs and forths of your not so relevent argument, only for him to realize the potion should've worn off two days ago. Instead, it only got worse. "Perhaps you could use some reading too huh?"

The boy rips the book from your hands, grunting between his teeth sounds you doubted to be words as he makes his way out, only to shut the door as soon as he opens it, squealing loudly when his eyes meet the ones from the Gryffindor's brunette standing right in the middle of the hallway.

"I'm telling you (y/n), she won't leave me alone! It's like she's obsessed!", Hyunjin keeps his back against the door, afraid the girl could open it by some miracle driven by her potion induced feelings, hence she doesn't have the password.

"Well, you see Hyunjin... that's because she is! And it's your fault, you should simply face it..."

"Oh I'm going the kill Jeongin...", the boy grunts ignoring your words completely as the whines coming from the other side of the door overlapped them, "Can you go get him? Or get rid of her?"

You make your way to the door Hyunjin refuses to unblock and, when words and pushes didn't make the tall boy move, you had to resort to your wand, although the simple threat was more than enough for him to make way for you. He stayed hidden in the corner as you parted the door slightly to tell the girl her beloved had disapparated from there, and she should probably look at the quidditch court. The fact she believed you only proved how strongly she was affected by the potion, since everyone knew Hyunjin would never go to a sports court by his free will and disapparating into and out Hogwarts wasn't possible at all.

As soon as the path got clear you both made your way to the shrieking shack through the whomping willow everyone was so afraid of, but that was exactly why the three of you claimed it as your secret meeting place.

Jeongin was already waiting as you sent him a message through your magic notepad when you got rid of Angela, and you had to secure Hyunjin to not throw the book at the Slytherin boy who only laughed in return. The laughter didn't last long though, because you only stopped Hyunjin so you would be the one scolding the younger one, flicking his head the same way you did to the lover boy earlier.

"Hey! What did you do that for?", the boy frowned at you rubbing his forehead.

"To bring you back to reality, so you can both fix the mess you made!"

"But what's the problem?" Jeongin looked at you with honest confusion on his face, "Is this about the potion? You know that thing wears off in like a week or so right?"

"Exactly... do the math now genius..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes before leaning his back against the spiderweb covered walls.

The three of you spent the whole afternoon trying to figure out what went wrong in the first place, you analyzing every single detail of the procedure, and the boys trying to recreate every step they took to reach the final product. But, after hours of research and theories nothing seemed to have gone wrong, well except for the exaggerated and long-lasting effect of the potion.

"We should just obliviate the poor girl..." suggested Jeongin at one point, head in his hands as a sing of withdrawal.

“I don’t think that’s legal, but we can work around it...” You agree with him closing the book you were now reading for the fifth time.

"Are you guys serious? Because that sounds great! Can we get away with it?" Hyunjin's eyes were sparkling in hope as he shifted in his seat to a more straight up position, ready to do whatever it took to get to walk in peace around the school, without being unexpectedly smooched in the cheek and squezeed into a hug every time the girl spotted him.

"No, it's a joke!" You both sigh at your friend's desperation before calling it a day, deciding to resume your research first thing in the morning.

As per usual, you met with the boys for breakfast at the dining hall, though this time they weren't alone and you couldn't help out a giggle when Angela, as glued to Hyunjin as possible while feeding him something funny looking with a spoon, winked at you as soon as you sat in front of her and next to Jeongin. The latter looked almost as horrified as the pampered boy, and you had to focus to try and keep yourself from bursting into laughter before the scene that was unfolding in front of you.

Hyunjin looked like an annoyed pouty baby slumped in his chair - as an attempt to go unnoticed -, while the smiley girl, - one that seemed to have way too much energy in the morning -, pulled some strands of the boy's hair behind his ear before kissing his cheek, "You're so pretty Hyunnie-jin, and I hate to leave you," the girl pouts as she pinches his cheeks rather aggressively, "but don't worry sugarplum, I'll be waiting for you in the astronomy tower when you leave class." This time the kiss is aimed at his lips, but Hyunjin antecipates her intentions and dodges his head with a slick move, just not fast enough to be fully free of her, ending up with her lips awkwardly attached half to his jaw, half to the corner of his lip.

"So you decided to give in?" You couldn't help the grin that was forming on your face, finding it hilarious how the universe always had a way to keep things balanced.

"Shut up. I had to if I didn't want to starve myself, it was one sacrafice I was willing to take." Hyunjin furiously rubs his face with a napkin, as if it would erase the memory of the previous demonstration of affection.

"I say it's the karma, you were basically playing and manipulating her the moment you gave her the potion, now you face the consequences."

"It's like she's taking revenge..." Jeongin mumbles more to himself than to his friends, but he was still heard, and had now two pairs of eyes locked on him waiting for a further explanation to what seemed to be a pretty plausable theory. "We already concluded we didn't do anything wrong, right?"

"Yes, it's still hard to believe though..." you take a sip of your pumpking juice with a raise eybrow, honestly still impressed at how they pulled that off.

"So what if she got aware that Hyunjin gave-"

"We, Jeongin, we!! This wasn't just me okay? I just got the, uh, benefits?"

"Ok, sure, whatever... What if she became aware that we," emphasis on the pronoun as he glanced at Hyunjin, "gave her a potion and now that it wore off she is pulling this act as a pay back? Because, according to our lover boy, if it was nice at first then why would she suddenly start acting all obsessively?"

Both you and Hyunjin took a moment to reflect on this new theory, one Jeongin was really proud of as showed by his smug grin when he crossed his arms and relaxed back in his chair.

"I hate to admit it, but that makes a lot of sense... and explains why she winked at me when I got here..."

"Okay yes, she is faking it... why else would she wink at (y/n) when I'm the one she's supposed to be focused on?", the boy threw his arms up with a questionting - and slightly offended - look.

"Time for confrontation!" you were already standing up with Hyunjin following the lead, but you held yourselves back when you realized Jeongin wasn't moving, looking between the both of you still grinning.

"I've got a better idea..."

It was a terrible idea, you thought, and wanted no part in it at all so you let the boys discuss the details while you just sat there judging their poor life decisions.

The plan was for Hyunjin, instead of confronting her and get it over with as you suggested, to play along as if he too was deeply in love with her, and see who would break out of character first. As much as you tried to explain how childish and stupid the plan was, the boys simply wouldn't listen to you, convinced this was the best idea they've ever had.

Hyunjin got oddly excited about this and ran to astronomy class, already antecipating the act he would pull off when he'd see the girl waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs when he'd get out, leaving you and Jeongin alone in the dining all. The contrast of your opinions on this was pretty clear in your faces, Jeongin laughing loudly, you furrowing your brows and shaking your head in disapproval.

Then, all of a sudden, the boy stops laughing and looks at you, "What if they actually end up falling in love after all this?"

He sounded seriously concerned yet amused at the same time, while you only rolled your eyes at him before collecting your books and leaving for class as well.

"Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic."

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[bunny-bts]

She's Everything

Pairing: Yoogni x Reader

Summary: You moved and started anew in Korea, where you were so lucky to meet your favorite KPop idols. You've been happier the past two years than ever and all because you chose to leave romantic love in your past but you're unaware of your friends' feelings.

Warnings: maybe cursing?

Author: Based on She's Everything by Brad Paisley because this picture does things to me. Noone can tell me they don't listen to country. Part 2?

Words: a lot, I was copy pasting it to a word counter and got tired. For the record, wrote this after work so....

"Night guys," Yoogni pats all of the guys on thier shoulders. It had been a long day and he just wanted to go home and pick some strings, relieve stress. He sighs and leaves, twirling his car keys on his finger as he walks out of the studio. The sun had set hours ago and the stars lit up the sky now, he stops to look up at it for a second before walking to his car and slipping in and noticing that he had gotten a message saying he needed to do a live video. He slid his phone up on his dash and leaned his head back on his chair and groans before sighing and driving home, well the hotel room. Quiet, it was quiet, he wished he was back in Korea with you as he tosses his phone on the couch and keys on the kitchen bar table and flicks the lights on. He kicks his shoes off by the door. He made his way over to the couch and sets the laptop up for a video. Reminding himself to put on a smile as he leans over and grabs his guitar. Immediately the video has comments flooding up, he waves and gestures his guitar and explains he had a long day and wants to play. Just like that, song suggestions fly in, he can't even keep up to read them all but he catches the one that he was hoping to see. Yours. "Play something country," he shakes his head and smiles. He can't out right say Y/N and acknowledge you but he finds the chord and starts playing and you know he saw your comment. He plays and his mind wanders, he just focuses on the music and memories of the past few years flood his mind

She's a yellow pair of running shoes

He doesn't realize he is about to laugh as he starts singing because of the memory. It was maybe six months ago when you and Jungkook, being the idiots you both were and the same age, decided that you wanted to race to see who would buy the other cake at lunch. You won, despite your legs not being as long they carried you just as fast. You wanted to do it barefoot but Jin and Namjoon wouldn't allow it, you insisted the shoes slowed you down. Truth was you just hated wearing shoes. You did start taking off barefoot but they said no because it was on pavement, much to your annoyance. Your shoes were yellow because they were a dirty pair of what used to be white knock off converses and they just got dingy with age. Come to think of it, you may have actually been faster without them, you had some powerful feet.

A holey pair of jeans

All of your damn pants had holes in them. All of them that fit you at least, you either bought them ripped or there was one pair you sandpapered a rip into and wore so much that the fashionable little rip turned to a giant gaping hole in the knees because the strings popped and faded away. God, your jeans aggravated him.

She looks great in cheap sunglasses

You were frugal. He remembers a trip to a mall one time with you and Jungkook, and Joon. Joon wanted to visit the sunglasses shop because he had broken yet another pair. As Namjoon tried some on and he leaned on the door waiting for you all because he just wanted to sleep that day. "Y/N, try these," Joon hands you a pair and he remembers watching. "Ray-Bans, ey~ she got them Ray Bans-," you tried them on, "I can dig it," you make your rapper face in the mirror until you see the price. "What the fuck? Oh hell no, you just gonna break them anyway. Come-on." Then you dragged the boys out by their hands and told Namjoon to drive to a gas station. You walked out wearing a pair of shades, your hair blowing in the breeze and sun shining down on you. Ofcourse he was looking at your cut off daisy dukes but his eyes in that moment trained in on the sight of your face and he was glad you and the guys weren't paying attention. You looked so damn good in them, and you looked like for a split second you felt like you looked good too. You walked over to them, "three dollars, you're welcome," you smirk giving them to RM who immediately broke them trying to put them on his face. "Okay, six dollars, I'll be back"

She looks great in anything

Despite what you thought, you did. His favorite thing for you to wear would be lingerie but he's never seen that, imagined it yes, but that's different. His favorite thing he has seen you wear is a good pair of jeans. Jeans when they don't have holes. They hug you nicely, paired with a navy blue v neck blouse you have and he is done for. It's all he can do to not say something to you. You did maybe three times a year max do this, but, wear lip gloss, that made his knees absolutely weak. He has known you for two years now and you've done that three times, once to church, once to go clubbing with them at a beach, and once just because but it had to be a somewhat special occasion for it to happen.

She's: "I want a piece of chocolate"

This was a recent memory, last month. Your cycle came while you happened to be staying over with them. He, Jimin and Hobi went to get you some things, upon Namjoon's request. He knew what to grab because he is a grown ass man but you texted him that you wanted specially that you wanted just a little bit of chocolate. You were adamant as always that there was a such thing as too much chocolate. He was going to just grab a candy bar but Hobi was for some reason hell bent that you needed strawberries. You did like strawberries but still? Jimin said that chocolate to dip them in would be perfect. You were pleased.

"Take me to a movie"

You would be perfectly happy if you went to work and on your days off went to see a movie, then came home and had dinner and just talked the night away on the porch or sat there silently. You knew what movies you wanted to see and the trailers gave you something to look forward to.

She's: "I can't find a thing to wear"

This. You will complain about not having anything to wear while trying on a million outfits. He and Jin don't hesitate to groan and complain, but really, he wished the door was open and he could see the little fashion show

Now and then she's moody

Moody wasn't really it, what he narrowed it down to be was that you were like him. You were nice, sweet, most times but now and again life becomes too much and you bottle things up so it explodes like when you shake a bottle of soda and open it

She's a Saturn with a sunroof

That was true, you weren't fancy. He smiles to himself, thinking about you trying to drive a family vehicle like that and he laughs as he sings. He imagines you screaming at Jin and Jungkook in the back and threatening them that they can't have fries if they don't be quiet and pictures himself sitting front passengers seat next to you and just watching you. This hasn't happened, but he can imagine it.

With her brown her a blowing

He loves watching your long brown hair blow in the breeze. If it's a gentle breeze it looks like in the movies and music videos; like princess Pocahontas. However, when it's strong wind it's one of the funniest things in the world to him. It's slapping your face, going in your mouth, getting hella tangled which would hurt later but it pissing you off was funny. He would always be there to help you brush it and wipe your tears later

She's a soft place to land and a good feeling knowing

He may not realize it but all the girls watching are cooing at the warm face he has as his eyes close. He wished you were here and he could lay his head on your lap now, feel you stroking his hair and drift to sleep there but it was a good feeling knowing you were watching this live he had long forgotten about

She's a warm conversation

That I wouldn't miss for nothing

She's a fighter when she's mad, and a lover when she's loving

When you got mad, it ranged from cute to damn with hot somewhere in the middle, damn being scary. Youre so small but just damn. As far as loving, you wouldn't let yourself do that romantically but he sees how you are with him and the guys.

And she's everything I ever wanted

And everything I need

I talk about her

I go on and on, and on

'Cause she's everything to me

She's a Saturday out on the town and a church girl on Sunday

Cross around her neck

Seven, no, eight months ago. Back in the summer, blinding light came into the room waking him up. He shielded his eyes and sits up. "Wake up Suga," he heard your voice, filled with something, a emotion he couldn't place. "Wha-," he was hungover, "what? W-Why are you awake? We slept for," he looked at the clock, "two hours? When did we get back?" You shrug. It was then he realized you were wearing a pale-ish clam pink silk dress with spaghetti straps on your shoulders, no bra, paired with wedge high heel sandals. He let his eyes scan you apply your lipgloss, the one that's the same kind JK uses, the uh, Rosy lips Vaseline. You leaned over the vanity mirror of the hotel room to see what you were doing and he remembers taking in the sight. Contrary to the jeans you wore the night before with the black t-shirt. "What's going on?" "I need to start going back to church"

"mmk, have fun," he laid back down, just feeling hungover as fuck. How are you not? He looks over his shoulder at you downing two Excedrins dry before coming over and sitting on the side of the bed. You put a hand on his bare shoulder, "Please," he couldn't look at you, in this, look in those eyes and say no. "Mmk"

And a curse word cause it's Monday

Fuck was your favorite word, there was no doubt. You love how versatile it was. It could be a verb, an adjective, a noun, you even somehow managed to make it a proper noun. He heard you say it shamelessly every way possible, except one

She's a bubble bath and candles

Candles gave you migraines, the scents were overwhelming, but you kept unscented ones on hand. If you've had a day anything like his today you'd light some for aesthetic purposes and sink yourself into a nice hot bath and most likely forget your bubbles in another room only to call him or one of the guys to get it for you and giggle happily upon being able to use it. After ofcourse smelling it and humming contently

Baby come and kiss me

You had only said this to them all in a playful platonic way, to kiss thier head or cheek. There was one time when you were all drinking around a fire at the lake house when you did say it and kiss Jin on the lips. It was a peck, you were all drunk, but he can't help the frown appearing on his face

She's a one glass of wine and she's feeling kinda tipsy

"No! Stob it Y/N!" The smile returns remembering this night. You decided to have a glass of wine and unwind. Your logic was that the bottle itself was made of glass to justify your actions

She's the giver I wish I could be

Stealer of the covers

Every time you sleep over, the guys agree on one thing. No matter who you sleep with, you are a blanket hog. You don't do it on purpose. It's just that you start sleeping in fetal position and without realizing it go into a deep sleep and somehow maneuver into some sort of rogue pelican formation. Not to mention you're always cold

His wallet falls out of his pocket onto the floor as he's getting into it, he comes back to reality and stops playing for a second as he reaches down for it and stops. He stops and smiles at the flap that's open with a picture in it. A selfie you took of you and him randomly one day because you caught him smiling and wanted evidence. You wanted proof and since you never had a open mouthed smile like in this one he wanted it to so he had it made into a photo card. He remembers and gets back to singing, noticing the comments demanding it.

She's a picture in my wallet

Of my unborn children's mother

He doesn't even realize that he stops this time for quite a long moment at the memory that comes with this line. Or that he is crying much less.

It was one day when you saw a pregnant girl and everyone was swooning over her and her son who was with her. Her son wanted to play with the guys to which they all happily went along. You walked away and he followed noticing something was up.

"Y/N...."

"Oh hey," you smiled up at him, weakest one possible.

"Something wrong?" He sat at the picnic table across from you.

"It's silly..."

"Tell me anyway?"

"I've known I've wanted to be a mom since I was 16. One day I was riding home on the bus and I just decided, someday that's what I wanted. I never wanted a huge family, I just wanted one or two. Not then, obviously, I just knew someday. I moved here after a long term relationship ended, y'know that....I wanted one with him, I cried, I can't even remember how many times I cried and practically begged, but there was always some reason we couldn't he'd come up with.....so," you shrugged, "it's silly, it doesn't matter anyway. Never going to happen.....girls like me don't get that," You got up and left him there and walked back to the car

He now realizes his face is wet and reaches up to wipe the tears that went down his face

She's the hand that I'm holding

When I'm on my knees and praying

The memory of the morning of the hangover returns again. He could tell you were nervous, eyes were on you. He knew it because you were so beautiful but you probably didn't. When the church cleared and it was just the two of you you dropped to your knees but stood back up just as quickly.

"Hey, Y/N, you can pray if you want..."

You shook your head, "I've messed up a lot, I'm scared...."

Nothing scared you. He took your hand and got on his knees too. "I'll do it too"

The two of you prayed in silence, holding hands. He finished before you did and just stared at your interlocked hands, rubbing his thumb over your ring finger

She's the answer to my prayer

She's the song that I'm playing

And she's everything I ever wanted

And everything I need

I talk about her

I go on and on, and on

'Cause she's everything to me

She's that voice I 'd love to hear

Someday when I'm ninety

Every day that passes

I only love her more

Yeah, she's the one

That I'd lay down my own life for

And she's everything I ever wanted

And everything I need

She's everything to me

Yeah, she's everything to me

Everything I ever wanted

And everything I need

She's everything to me

Sitting the guitar down he smiles at the camera, says goodnight and blows a kiss. With a little heart fingers he says goodnight and signs off and gets ready for bed

#bts #bts yoongi #bts fic #suga #august d #yoogni x reader #suga x reader #x reader #bts x reader

[thedreamingscorpio]

Letter To The Thieves Of My Heart❤

This piece is very near and dear to my heart, hope you appreciate my sentiments and find your own feelings expressed as well!

Love Always❤!

FF.net:https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13802480/1/Letter-To-The-Thieves-Of-My-Heart-TruTen

AO3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/28955283

Please contact me for due credits of the image used, I couldn’t trace the artist sadly and if you do please let me know!

This letter is addressed to the rightful thieves of my heart:

Trunks Briefs and Son Goten

As if theft is a deed to be happy about, but ya know what, maybe in my case it is.

I don't know if you'll ever come across this letter. And if you do, will you be reading it together or alone, as a couple or as a happy heterosexual. In what timeline, will it make an appearance, if ever?

Will you treat it like a joke stemming from your Chibi minds, or will you be disgusted and appalled, will you cry your heart out reading words that reflect your feelings, or will you deny and prefer to be cold and distant?

What if it doesn't matter to you at all?

Well, I certainly don't know the answers to that. And one might think, why is this person writing a real letter to a figment of one's imagination.

But I'd like to tell all the snooping messengers whom I'm sure this letter will meet along the way, that they exist. They exist in my heart!

And the theft is very real.

And who's to say in a parallel universe or even the universe we know today, they are laughing at our foolish attempts to decode their sacred bond!

Well, yes I know I'm one of the many fools who have tried, cried, wept, and laughed, to the stories our minds have conjured up of your time together, and perhaps it is a pale comparison to the real deal.

Actually... I'm sure it is.

And I think I know you well enough, to know you agree whole-heartedly. I won't be let in on something as intimate as that!

Nah. Not a chance.

But I content myself with words and adjectives, imagining the bond you must feel in the very depths of your soul when you become one in every sense of the word, I content myself, with trying to encapture even an ounce of the love the both of you share for each other, be it fraternal or otherwise.

Loving you has changed my life, for it has shown me the true depth of the emotion that the word fails to make one feel miserably.

My mind, imagination, behavior, and well, a huge chunk of the internet is dedicated to your love, something so utterly pure that even a fraction of it leaves me quaking, begging for more!

In my mind, your bond is akin to liquid fire-untouched, beautiful and dangerous.

I crave the wild abandon that your emotions offer me, so much so, that I have many finished and unfinished stories, tales, and pieces of art at my disposal. Sadly, the unfinished outnumber the finished ones, but hey!

I content myself with believing that in another universe, the author meant for the both of you to be the missing piece to each other's puzzle, just like you've always been!

For in my mind, every idea, story, or moment is in actuality, a vision from another universe, timeline, or era, a reality that we fools will never have the pleasure of ever touching.

I often wonder, what it'd be like to actually be able to meet you?

What if the dimensions clash and it is made possible?

Will the very intensity of your love physically rip my heart out and kill me? Will it make me feel like the most loved person in the entirety of the multi-verse? Or will witnessing your kindness, make me feel like a cruel bitch, and leave me crippling?

Maybe I'll never know. And if I will, maybe I'll not live to tell the tale.

What if it is one of the most normal things to ever happen, will I escape to your world? Or will you leave me hanging, doomed to survive on imagination alone?

Will your beauty make me feel ugly in comparison? Or will you make me feel like the most beautiful of Goddesses?

I'd like to thank you for...

Making my life more vibrant than ever.

Giving me confidence in times of crisis.

Making me cry my weekly dose and cleansing my eyes.

Making me laugh in stressful times.

Giving me an escape from reality.

While teaching me how to adult effectively.

Being kind and humble at all times.

Even when the situation at hand calls for the complete opposite.

Helping me persevere and grow.

Giving me the motivation to write.

Encouraging me to attempt to depict your sacred bond.I hope you find it in your hearts to forgive my human errors...

But most of all,

For making me feel loved, and helping me love myself!

I thank you from the very bottom of my heart!

I respect you, love you, adore you, and trust you to always take care of me in times of distress!

With nothing but love,

A forever admirer

#truten #goten x trunks #trunks #Goten #trunks x goten #saiyan #dbz #dbs #love #yaoi #toraten #LTTTOMH #Avni writes

[chishiya-of-diamonds]

Hi chishiya, I'll get gay to the point

Would you agree that you're weird? That you're a weirdo? That you don't fit in and you don't wanna fit in?

Because I don't think I've ever seen you without that hoodie on.. that's weird

Well, hello. Since I‘m quite positive this isn’t Niragi, I would be more than happy to answer your question first.

Let’s handle the simple things to begin with and start at the end.

As to the question of me being weird because you’ve never seen me without my hoodie on (or were you asking more specifically if I ever took my hood down when I was wearing my hoodie)? It’s hard to tell; your question was vague and possibly also ambiguous. No worries though, we’ll figure it out, I’m afraid we will have to disagree on that one. I do, in fact,take my hoodie down at times. Sometimes, as you can see here, I even wear clothing other than that dreaded hoodie. Now, to the question of if that makes me crazy or not, or to the more pointed question of, am I crazy?

Let’s move on.

As to the rest of your question(s), to begin with, I sense an undertone in your very first sentence. Let’s try to return to that first statement (and quite possibly subliminal) question(s).

If you’re asking me if I’m gay. The answer would be no. You left no other options so I don’t feel the need to explain any further. Should you want/need clarification, please feel free to submit other questions that are more succinct and I will answer them for you.

Let’s look at the first half of the rest of your question(s) as they pertain to me:

Would I agree that I’m weird? That I’m a weirdo? That I don't fit in and I don't wanna fit in?

Let’s look at some definitions since we are now talking in definitive (slang) terms.

weird/wird/ 

adjective: suggesting something supernatural; uncanny.

Similar: eerie, unnatural, supernatural, unearthly, otherworldly, unreal, ghostly, mysterious, mystifying, strange, abnormal, unusual, creepy, spooky, freaky.

Opposite: normal, ordinary.

informal: very strange; bizarre.

After considering the above definitions, I can only see a few that apply to me directly. I suppose some (or most) people do find me mysterious, strange, abnormal, unusual, freaky, and perhaps even very strange and bizarre.

But, these are all subjective terms and mean different things to different people. In that case, I guess it would be up to those that deal with me to tell you if I’m weird or not.

As to part 2 of your questions; Do I think I’m weird?

I don’t think I’m like most other people, so, yes, I guess if you look at the definition of “weird” as being unusual, I would be considered “weird”.

Finally, the last half of your question(s) as they pertain to me.

That I don't fit in and I don't wanna fit in?

No, I don’t exactly feel like I “fit in”. Lastly, why would I want to fit in? Look at the people and world around you. I see the worst in humanity every day and if that’s “normal”, I don’t want to have anything to do with it. If that sounds like a cop-out, then you’ll have to come up with questions that require more explanation.

So, thank you very much for the questions; they were my first, you know? Send more if you feel I have not answered you adequately enough.

-Chishiya

#chishiya shuntaro #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro rp #alice in borderland #alice in borderland rp