#just like constantly checking my messages to see if that one friend responded

[juiles]

We’re always with you.

Requested: yes.

Summary: you have autism and hide it from the team and your girlfriends until one unfortunate party incident.

Pairing: wandanat x autistic!reader

Warnings: overstimulation and a small panic attack

Tags: hurt/comfort

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A/N: sorry it took so long for me to respond to this request but I really hope you enjoy!! If you want something written message me or send me an ask!!

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“Come on detka. It won’t be that bad.” Nat muttered into your ear as she held you from behind as you stared at your form in the mirror, her arms wrapped around your waist gently. “It’ll be a couple of hours then we can come up here and cuddle okay?”

You hummed looking up, meeting her eyes through the mirror. At the moment, all you wanted was to rip away from Natasha, strip down, put on some safe comfy clothes and burrow into your special duvet however you nodded, putting a small smile on your face. “Okay Natty…”

She released your waist, one hand dragging down to capture your hand gently and tug you away from the mirror. You pulled your hand back, a normal motion for you. The girls didn’t know why but sometimes being touched made your skin crawl however they never questioned it much. You fidgeted with your top as you followed your girlfriend out to meet up with Wanda.

“You two finally ready?” She mused turning around to look at the two of you. Her face turned from a smirk to a loving smile. “You two look amazing…”

“You look great too detka.” Nat said placing a soft kiss on Wanda’s cheek before the two of them turned to face you, your hands fidgeting with your shirt again. Each of them placed a chaste kiss on your cheeks before the three of you made your way down to the party.

The music was loud as Natasha pushed the door open, revealing a throng of people dancing around, milling around the bar and sprawled out on the multiple couches chatting. Going in there seemed like the worst idea however, you had gone this long without anyone finding out as you managed to avoid any parties that Tony had thrown. Your brain instantly started to scream however you put your mask on and followed the two in front of you to the bar where they both ordered a drink before turning to you.

“What do you want malysh?” Wanda asked placing her hand on the small of your back, bringing you back to the present. Your eyes glanced over to Natasha who had concern swimming in her green eyes. “Do you want me or Natty to order for you?” She mumbled into your ear. You nodded softly, one hand going up to fidget with your necklace.

After ordering your drink and receiving the three of them, the three of you made your way over to the couches where all your friends were sitting.

You sat silently between the two girls as they all chatted. Your body stopping you from talking, earning you a few glances from your concerned friends, glances you brushed off with a small excuse of being tired.

After a couple of hours, your mask had started to slip and your could feel overstimulation take over. Your hair being in your face was causing you to constantly push it behind your ears. The clothes you were wearing were too tight, the shoes pinching your toes, your makeup felt like it was burning your skin. The music suddenly felt like the sound of nails on a chalkboard. the throbbing lights causing a migraine to start forming behind your eyes.

You started to feel your fuse grow shorter and unfortunately it was Natasha that received your final snap.

“Oh my god Natasha. Just fuck off!!” You screamed, your whole body freezing as soon as you realized what happened. Natasha turned to you with wide eyes, confusion running over her face. “Detka…?”

Your head whipped around to face a mad Wanda. “Y/N! Natasha did nothing wrong! What is wrong with you?! You’ve been nothing but stand off ish all night! She was checking to see if you were okay!” You could feel electricity running through your veins so you stood and bolted out of the party, ignoring all the people trying to bring you back with tears now streaming down your face.

You pushed the door to the staircase open and bolted up to the living floor where you flung your old bedroom door open and closed it behind you. After some digging through your drawers, you found some old safe clothes and peeled the fancy clothes off pulling on the cotton material. You flicked the small light off and burrowed into your weighted blanket after whispering for Friday to sound proof your room and unplugging all the electronics. It couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes before you heard a soft knock on your door and you let out a soft whimper.

The sound shattering the hearts of the two women outside your door. Natasha pulled Wanda a little farther from your door. “Autism.” She muttered causing the witch to look at her in confusion. “She’s got all the signs. I don’t know how we’ve never noticed it before. It explains why she exploded.” Wanda’s heart shattered again taking a glance at your door.

“I snapped at her… what do we do?” She asked softly looking back at the assassin who wiped the tears off the brunettes cheeks.

“We put on some cotton clothes, grab her little stuffed animal and her other comfort items and go check on her. She may not want us to touch her and that’s okay but she needs to know we’re here to support her okay?” The redhead said with a soft smile at the witch before the two rushed off to their room.

Your heart felt shattered as your brain played Wanda’s little rant at you over and over again. You had messed up and now she hated you. You knew eventually your autism would ruin it for you. It always did. It’s the reason your parents gave you up and you never found a forever home, dealing with the shit side of the foster system. You hid it from the team over the last 3 years, the fear of being a burden to strong to tell them.

You were once again snapped out of your thoughts with a soft knock on your door. You didn’t respond but the door opened anyways letting in some light causing you to whimper, pulling the cover over your head blocking it out. You heard two sets of footsteps and the door closing before pulling your head out of your blanket to see a sheepish Wanda and a concerned looking Natasha holding all your comfort items.

“Im so sorry detka… i shouldn’t have snapped at you…” She muttered placing your bear in your arms before taking a step back, your hand instantly reaching out towards her and your other girlfriend making grabby hands. “Do you want us to hold you malyshka? It won’t be too much?”

You shook your head. “Pressure…” Your voice came out shaky and almost silent. Both girls climbed into bed with you, you settling your head on Wanda’s chest, Natasha spooning you from behind.

It took around 40 minutes for you to finally feel okay to talk. “Im sorry… I-I-I… I didn’t mean to be a burden… I tried so hard to be normal… but I can’t…”

“And you don’t have to love. You are NOT a burden and anyone who ever called you that is wrong. You are you and that is beautiful.” Natasha muttered pressing soft kisses to your head.

“We love who you are no matter what you think. Your autism doesn’t change that detka. Being “normal” isn’t real sweetheart. Your differences are what makes you exactly what you need to be. Understand me?” Wanda said softly into your hair.

You sniffled and nodded softly in her shirt. Both women pressing kisses into your hair is what you fell asleep to that night.

The next morning, you woke up buried into your two girlfriends who were talking quietly. “Morning sleepyhead…” Wanda said looking down at you, you just tucking into her neck again with a soft whine. “How are you feeling?”

“Better but still tired…” You murmured. “I’m sorry again… i should have been honest with you but… i don’t want to lose you…”

“None of that. We aren’t going anywhere baby. Nothing will change that. Understand?” You nodded into the witches neck receiving soft kisses. “I can’t imagine how bad it was last night but you never have to go to one of those parties again okay?”

“I can go just not for that long… I have to learn my limits…” You said glancing up at Natasha who smiled softly.

“We will help you with that baby.” She said tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Because we’re always with you.”

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[whore-era]

delinquent!ellie williams headcanons 18+

has the MEANEST MUG FACE at everyone but her close loved ones, especially you. she shows you the softest side to her bc you naturally just draw it out. ellie will literally have the grouchiest face, but once she sees you, it will be all soft heart eyes around you and you only! everyone else though? fuck them. they will get a bitch face and a middle finger thrown their way!

is guilty for always manspreading, but it's okay because it kinda stirs something inside you anyways. you guys will literally be anywhere, and she'll sit with her legs spread with her hands behind her head and you'd find yourself walking over and plopping yourself on her lap.

is extremely territorial and possessive of her girl, but not in a way where she's controlling you by any means. ellie is aware of how gorgeous and sexy her girl is, and while she has no problem with others looking, she draws the line at people approaching you. you would be at a party, talking with your friends, occasionally looking across the room at her. while giving each other loving glances, some guy approaches probably saying "hey girl, you lookin' finnneeee as hell tonight, you wanna get outta here?" and she'll already be behind him, fists balled up and hissing, "get the fuck away from my girlfriend."

would absolutely beat someone's ass for you. if someone is disrespectful to you or looks at you the wrong way or god forbid, lay their hands on you, it's automatically on sight for her. "but you should'a seen the other guy, babe. he's got it worse," she'll say, as you're sat on the sink with her in between your legs, tending to her small cuts and bruises. "what'd i tell you, els? you can't keep getting into these stupid fights because one guy says something dumb about me." "yea, baby, i know. i just hate when people say shit about you," she coos, "you're absolutely fucking amazing, and everyone should know that by now." you both end up kissing in the bathroom and it always ends up with you being bent over the sink taking her strap-

you would CONSTANTLY be on her ass about everything. since she does have a short temper, you always find yourself having to check her and and lecture her a bit, and she lowkey kinda loves it? ellie thinks you're hot as hell taking a little bit of control and telling her what to do, and every time you do have to lecture her, she'll look at you with desire in her eyes and respond with "yes, ma'am", "alright, baby, whatever you say", "mhm yes, baby m'listening" even though she quite literally is hyper-focused on how sexy as fuck you look lecturing her rn.

always putting her hands on you! whether it's rubbing your ass when she's cuddling you, holding your hand when you're out and about, or putting her hands on your hips and waist when she wants to be close to you. 

showing how she feels about you in actions rather than words. ellie has a tough time expressing how she feels for you directly in words, and sometimes her message that she’s trying to send doesn’t always sound…right. so she’ll do little acts of services for you like picking up lunch for you on days when you’re extremely swamped with work and assignments, organizing your books and backpack when you fall asleep on your desk from studying, picking up your favorite snacks when you need a lil cheering up, and helping you take off your clothes when you’re extra exhausted from the day. 

always assuring you’re safe. ellie will always make sure you never have to travel alone and tries to walk you to and from class, but if she’s busy she’ll bug dina to do it. she’ll always ask where you are and who you’re with just to make sure you’re safe and alright, periodically checking in with you with texts (even tho it can be a lil bit annoying but u never say anything bc u know she’s just worried). baby u ok taking the bus alone? yes els i’m fine babe. u sure? i can come get u rn. no my love u don’t need to do that. swear. yk what babe let me ask dina if she can- ellieeee….

a/n this one was rly short my apologies ;P

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[vampzity]

𝙈𝙮 𝙊𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙔𝙤𝙪..

Pairing: idol! hongjoong x f!reader

Genre: fluff, bit of angst, valentine’s day, one shot, valentines series, pet names (mama), mini idol au, rapper au, strong language, arguing

Synopsis: It’s Valentine’s Day, probably one of your favorite holidays to spend with Hongjoong who you’ve been with for almost 4 years now. You both planned to go out for dinner at a new 5-star restaurant that opened in Seoul, which critics and fellow idol friends raved about. Hongjoong told you days before that he’d meet you at the restaurant after he finished up with the boy’s studio time for their upcoming album and you were okay with that. However, when you arrive, he’s not present. What seems like minutes soon turns into an hour as his presence never shows. Did you get stood up,.. on Valentine’s Day?

Now Playing: Star 1117 - ATEEZ

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: welcome to the first member involved in my Valentine’s Day series! I will be doing all Ateez members and will be uploading on different days, so please be patient :)) enjoy!

Masterlist Seonghwa's Pt.

“Ugh.. where is he??!!”

You sat in the corner of a restaurant growing impatient as time continued to pass. It was now 8 o’clock and your reservation time was for 6. Constantly checking your phone for notifications, even for calls from him hoping that he’d respond and he wasn’t actually blowing you off. Blow you off for what though? You guys have been together for almost 4 years now.. why now? Why would he all of a sudden abandon you without explanation?

You unlocked your phone, quickly clicking on your conversation to text him again.

You: Where are you??!!! It’s been 2 hours now! Hongjoong, we’ve planned this for weeks now.. there’s no way you’d just forget?!

You locked the phone and set it back on the table, looking around once more as you tried to fight back the tears ready to fall. Another message just ignored like the 5 messages and 10 calls you’ve sent.

“Miss, it’s getting to be 8 now. Would you like to take your order now? If not, I’m going to have to ask you to leave… I’m sorry.”

A young man dressed in a suit and tie stood before you, a worried look settled on his face as he held the menu in his hands. Anger took hold of you as you grabbed your phone and put your jacket on quickly. Apologizing to the waiter, you stormed out of the restaurant, feeling a rush of tears slide down your embarrassed cheeks. You grabbed your phone, anxious to even call the drivers that served under your boyfriend’s company. You looked up at the sky, feeling a small breeze hit your face as you sighed.

“I can’t fucking believe this.”

Your eyes met the horizon as you lowered your head, beginning to walk towards the home both you and Hongjoong shared. You didn’t need the drivers contacting Hongjoong about your sudden change of plans from the restaurant if they didn’t see him there with you. You didn’t want him to contact you at all. He ignored you for practically half of the day, and wouldn’t even respond to the texts and calls you repeatedly sent him. Now look, walking home alone, sad and hungry. How could you ever forgive him for this?

You sighed once more, unlocking your phone to call Hongjoong one last time before completely giving up. However, after a couple of rings, you were met with his voicemail once again.

“Hey! This is Hongjoong! Sorry I couldn’t pick up your call but I’ll be sure to get back to you soon! Leave a message! BEEP—”

You felt your body heat up as anger fueled you more and more, your face flushing with it as well. As much as you hated arguing, even yelling with him, you could no longer resist. He deserved to hear your pain, hear how upset he made you, how he abandoned you with no explanation on Valentine’s Day of all days.

“I can’t believe you! How could you do this to me?? On Valentine’s Day Jjoong? Are you kidding me?!” You felt waves of hot tears begin to fall down your cheeks again as your lips quivered. “You couldn’t even return my texts, couldn’t call me at least to let me know a change of plans?! You left me there for 2 hours, 2 whole fucking hours Jjoong!!! Why now?! Why do you want to suddenly ditch me like this now?!”

You paused to catch your breath as your tears began to feel choking. When was the last time you’ve cried like this? All you felt was sadness, betrayal, broken-heartedness, and embarrassment. How could this happen to you of all people?

“Don’t even think about returning a call. Whenever you decide to come the fuck home, maybe then we can talk. Goodbye. Hongjoong.” Forwarding the voicemail to him, you muted his texts and calls as you didn’t want to speak to him. Making it home, you unlocked the door, closing it aggressively behind you. You just wanted to take a shower and go to bed, not even wanting to think about what a horrendous Valentine’s this has been. You wish the day would be over, that you never would’ve had to experience it in the first place.

You replaced your shoes with your slippers at the door and made your way upstairs towards the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy from the countless breakdowns you had on your walk home. Dried-up mascara stained your cheeks, only making you frown at your bland expression. You signed and removed your coat, placing it on the counter. Walking to turn the shower faucet on, you daydreamed of what the date would’ve been like if he had just shown up as promised.

Buzz, buzz.

Your phone had interrupted your thoughts but quickly grabbed your attention as you hadn't received a notification in hours. You scurried over to it, seeing a phone call from an unsaved number, not even a recognizable one. Your gut told you to pick it up, you’re not sure why but that’s exactly what you did.

“Hello? Who’s this?”

There was silence on the other end for a moment making you question if it was a scammer. You rolled your eyes ready to hang up until a familiar voice responded softly.

“Hello..? Y/n? It’s me, San!”

Your eyes lit up a bit at hearing him. It gave you a slight sense of relief to hear someone after the day you’d been having. Even though it wasn’t the exact person you’ve been wanting to hear from, it was still better than nothing.

“San?! How did you get my number? And it’s almost 10 o’clock! What are you doing still up?”

“I’m surprised he even is up!”

You heard a faint yell in the back as a few snickers followed behind. San groaned as he began to bicker with the other body in the room.

“Wooyoung shut up! I can stay up past 9 just like you gu— yea yea I’m sure you can, sleeping beauty!”

More laughter began to be heard through the phone as Wooyoung cut San off mid-sentence to insult him. The young man groaned heavily as he excused himself from the call, everything going silent for a second. You were sure he muted himself just to scold his younger friend and others who laughed at him in the room. It made you wonder if Hongjoong too, was in that room with them. You heard a door slam as San began to take himself off of mute.

“Sorry about that, you know how much of a pain Woo is..”

You laughed a bit, feeling at ease while talking to San. San has always been the kindest out of all the members to you, all the others were nice but San always made sure you were okay. He went out of his way to help you out and talk to you whenever he could. You guys were practically best friends.

“Anyways, I’m just calling to check up on you.. are you alright?? Captain says he’s been trying to call you for the last 30 minutes and you weren’t answering..”

Your heart sunk a bit at hearing San mention Hongjoong. So he was still with them?! This entire time?! You stood silent for a bit as your thoughts of what to say ate away at you.

“I’m okay.” You responded coldly, feeling a welt of sadness beginning to wash over you once again. You weren’t sure how to relieve your pain to San and as much as you wanted to speak to Hongjoong, you knew you needed the space to prevent lashing out on him.

“Y/n? It’s okay, I already know what’s going on.”

You froze a bit, not sure of how to proceed as you heard a small sigh come from the other side of the phone. You swallowed the lump in your throat as nervousness washed over you, your hands becoming clammy. San cleared his throat before proceeding to speak to you.

“I know you may not wanna speak to Hyung right now, but you should come to the studio. He has something for you here.”

You groaned as you rolled your eyes, knowing you just wanted to be left alone for the rest of the night. The last thing you needed was to be reminded of what a beautiful Valentine’s this was.

“I don’t know Sannie. I kind of just want to be alone right now.”

“Please?? I promise you won’t regret it, and you won’t believe how incredibly sorry Hyung is right now... I’ve never seen him this sad..”

San’s words felt like a stab to your heart. He’s never been this sad? Anger left your body slowly, not only feeling drained from the day but yearning for Hongjoong. Maybe you went a bit overboard, maybe it was all a harmless mistake but at this time, it was too late to take anything you said back. You’ve never yelled or lashed out at Hongjoong as you did in the voicemail, and to know all 7 of his members heard it? You felt embarrassed for him.

“Sannie, I’m sorry. I just want to be alone. Tell Hongjoong I’ll be home. Goodnight.”

“I understand, goodnight y/n.”

The phone hung up and you felt your body ache. The amount of hurt you felt in your heart was too much to bear. You turned off the bathroom light and made your way downstairs to the couch, lying down on the cushions. You placed your phone on the table by the couch and closed your eyes. Tears slowly escaped them as you sniffed and sooner or later, your drained body took over, drifting you into a deep slumber.

Hongjoong got out of the car, thanking the driver for a safe ride home. He made eye contact with the members who traveled in this van with him, their eyes worrying about what awaited him at home. The silence remained for a moment when Seonghwa spoke up.

“Be gentle with her. Remember this has never happened in your relationship, let alone to her. She’s probably feeling little at the moment.”

Seonghwa gave a soft reassuring smile to Hongjoong, an agreeing nod being returned by the two other members in the vehicle. Hongjoong sighed as he smiled softly. “Thank you, Hyung. I appreciate the advice.” He waved goodbye to Seonghwa and the others as the driver closed the door, making his way back to the driver’s seat.

The car sped off and he began to open the door, closing it behind him as he placed his jacket on the coat hanger. The house was dark as if you were never home in the first place. He changed into his house slippers, quickly seeing you sleeping soundly on the couch with a small frown on your face.

Hongjoong’s heart sank as he witnessed the sight of you. How you didn’t even bother to change out of the clothes you wore for him today, how your dried-up mascara stained your cheeks. You were genuinely so hurt over his disappearance, especially when it never happened before. He admired what you picked out for him. It was a silky spaghetti-strapped black dress, with a small slit on the left side. He noticed your favorite pair of sparkly black heels by the door, about 4 inches high. All things he had gotten you the last few weeks, to wear for today.

Hongjoong walked over to you quietly, wrapping his arms under you he picked you up bridal style, beginning to carry you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. You hummed softly, still half asleep as you couldn’t register what was going on. He opened the door, softly placing you on your side of the bed and pulling the blanket over you. He left the room for a moment before returning with a warm wet rag and some of your makeup wipes. Kneeling beside your face, he softly wiped off any makeup you had left remaining being sure not to wake you up.

As he began to leave the room again, you opened your eyes, confused as to how you ended up in your bedroom. You turned your head towards the bathroom door, hearing the sound of a running faucet on. Sitting up, you began to wipe your eyes as Hongjoong re-entered the room, pausing when you too met eyes. He wore a pair of black slacks and a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, followed by a dark blue tie hanging from the collar of his neck. He stood there frozen, not sure if the next few words he spoke would upset you once again.

“Mama, please I’m sorry. I swear I can explain,” he spoke softly, his hands beginning to fiddle with each other. He looked down at the ground, expecting only the worst from you after your voicemail. Your heart skipped a beat, not expecting him to reference your nickname even during the heart of an argument.

You sat silent for a second, unsure of what to say. As much as you wanted to be angry, you knew it wasn’t the answer. You could tell how heartbroken he was to hear how you reacted, to see you asleep on the couch still in your clothing. The last thing you wanted to do was put up a fight.

“Where have you been all this time??? We had planned this for weeks Jjoong, do you know how embarrassed I was??”

No words were shared between you two. Hongjoong made his way over to his desk, sitting in the roller chair. You glared at him for a moment, before slowly looking away. “I know, I seriously fucked up. Please just let me explain.” He looked at you with worried eyes, not sure of where to start his story but all he could feel was a sense of guilt dawning on him as he pleaded for your attention. You nodded softly, eyes reaching back to meet his, giving him your full attention.

“Yes, I was at the studio. My phone died while I was there and no one had a charger. I told Wooyoung to remind me when it hit 5:30 so that I could meet you at the restaurant.” He looked down at his business attire and sighed as he put his head in his hands.

“I was already changed by 3:30 in case, but time went by... Wooyoung forgot to tell me, which led me being caught up in our work for today. By the time San arrived, by the time I got a charger, I knew it was too late. I was wrong... it was an asshole move. You didn’t deserve to be blown off like that and I’m so sorry, Mama. You don’t even need to forgive me. Shit, I wouldn’t. I understand completely how wrong I was to do this to you. To even plan anything at all for today when it should’ve been about us.. about you..”

Silence began to engulf you both as you were left speechless by his confession and apology. He sighed softly as he went onto his computer, clicking away through apps and files until he stopped, facing you again.

“You don’t have to say anything, Mama. It’s okay,” He smiled at you softly, brushing his black hair back out of his eyes. “This is what we worked on today. This is why I got so caught up in the studio..” He pats the bedside next to him, gesturing for you to come sit by him. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, rolling your eyes.

“Jjoong, what does this have to do with what we’re talking about right now??”

He shook his head and continued to pat the bed. “Please... it’s for you.” You sighed and scooted by him as he began to hit play on the track. It was a slower song, something you normally weren’t used to when it came to his writing. As the lyrics began to play, you noticed familiar writing within the song. You looked up at him, his eyes remaining closed as he began to feel like one with the song.

That’s when it hit you. Notes from your letters. They were small lines taken from letters that you had sent Hongjoong when you were abroad for college. Lines expressing your love for him, how much you had missed him and wished to hold him in your arms. How the stars in the sky reminded you of him, twinkling so brightly on the clearest days.

You felt tears began to swell in your eyes as every lyric began to hit sentimentally. Hongjoong looked up as he began to hear your sniffles and pulled your arm to sit in his lap. He held you tightly as you cried into his shoulder, apologizing repeatedly for lashing out at him earlier. He rubbed your back slowly, reassuring you over and over that it was okay and he deserved to know how upset you were with him.

The song hit you in a way that you’d never think of. To know Hongjoong had spent his entire afternoon composing and recording this song for you? Making sure the members sang every part exactly how he wanted to please you. How could you continue to be angry with him after this?

“Jjoong—”

He shushed you and held you tighter, resting his head against yours. He planted a soft kiss on your forehead, apologizing once more. “Don’t say anything Mama, you did nothing wrong. I hope you liked the song... I spent weeks working on this for your gift, even if the day went wrong.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting as you smiled softly. You nodded, nuzzling your nose against his own. You placed a small kiss on his cheek, bringing your thumb up to caress it slowly. “Words can’t explain how much I loved it. Thank you.”

Hongjoong returned a smile to you, placing his hand on top of your own on his face. He gazed into your eyes for a second, taking in this precious moment he had with you. One he wouldn’t trade for the world, not even a stupid Valentine’s dinner.

“What’s the song called?” You mumbled softly, hand still placed on his cheek as your cocked your head to him. He closed his eyes, his smiling widening.

“Star 1117.”

Your eyes lit up at this, realizing the small reference in the title. 11/17, the day you guys officially started dating. Star simply for the meaning of guidance, as sailors used it to guide their way through the oceans. To you personally, it was also what you had nicknamed Hongjoong. You saw him as your star, always shining even through the cloudiest of days in the sky. He was your guidance in this game called life and you couldn’t be any less grateful for him.

“Want to know my favorite lyric? Something you wrote for me?” You nodded at his words, eager whenever he talked about his lyrical logic.

“I will protect you forever, and forever you are my star..”

divider creds: @cafekitsune

A/N: i thought the meaning for Star 1117 was so cute, I had to incorporate it into this somehow. :’) *updated Seonghwa's part is now out!*

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[hischierdevils]

Uh-Oh Pt 2 | J.H.

note: I wrote this and re-wrote this at least three times. I’m still not happy with it but you guys have been waiting so here you go :)

summary: the highly requested part two to Uh-Oh. You can read part one here. 

warnings: explicit content, semi-public sex & unprotected sex

wc: 3.2K

Jack drops you off at your apartment the next morning like he said he would. When he leans in to kiss you goodbye, you turn your head giving him your cheek. “Y/n, don’t be like this.” He pouts as you reach for the door handle. 

“I don’t want to do this anymore, Jack.” Your heart is heavy as you say it but you know you need to. “I’m tired of the back and forth.” 

“I told you from the beginning that we couldn’t be anything more.” His voice cracks as he watches you but you refuse to look him in the eye. 

“I know you did.” You confirm as your eyes sting with unshed tears. “I know i’m the one who fucked up and caught feelings but I can’t keep sleeping with you and pretending I don’t want more.” 

“Y/n…” 

You shake your head as he reaches for you and his hands stop in mid air. “Please, don’t.” He always convinces you to come back to his bed. He’s your kryptonite and you know you’ll give in again if he touches you. 

“So, what? We’re done?” It surprises you how quickly his voice turns to anger. “You’re going to fuck other guys now?” 

“Haven’t I been free to fuck other guys this whole time?” You question his logic. He told you from the beginning that it was just sex between the two of you, that you weren’t exclusive. 

Jack practically growls. “Have you?” 

Shaking your head, you finally open the car door. “Goodbye, Jack.” It feels final as you walk away from him and you hold your tears in until you make it to your room. 

Feel your eyes watchin' me So I'm movin' on him just so you can see Told you I was gonna get you right back Oh, you don't really like that?

Avoiding Jack is easy considering he left for a nine day road trip the day after you told him you were done. He’s texted you a couple times but you’ve deleted the messages before you could read them. Your friends try to distract you, taking turns keeping you occupied so you don’t have time to think about Jack.

He calls you the day he lands back in New Jersey but you send him to voicemail, not wanting to hear his voice. He then texts you, offering you tickets to his home game that night. You almost reply before your friend takes your phone. Your friends decide to take you to your favorite club for a girls night, telling you that you need to get back out there. 

You sit in a booth sipping on your drink as you constantly check the score of the game. Jack played well, getting two goals and an assist but the Devils ultimately lost in overtime. You smile to yourself, knowing that Jack likes to go home alone after a loss and lick his wounds. If they had won, you would’ve been questioning all night if he had taken another girl home. 

“Y/n, that guy has been eyeing you all night.” Your friend gets your attention a little while later, tilting her head toward the tall blonde man on the dance floor that keeps glancing over at you. 

“He’s not my type.” You shrug, turning your attention back to your drink. You grudgingly joined your friends on the dance floor but have yet to actually start dancing. 

“Oh my god! Is that-” One of your other friends nudges your shoulder and points toward the door. You look up in time just to see Jack Hughes make his way inside. He’s still wearing his game day suit with a hat backwards on his head and you know he came straight from the Prudential Center. 

“What the hell is he doing here?” You panic as you turn around to look at your friends. “He usually goes home…” 

“It looks like he’s looking for someone.” One of your friends tells you as she watches Jack out of the corner of her eye. 

Another friend pushes you toward the blonde man. “Go dance! Look happy!” 

You stumble into the man, who puts his hand on your waist to steady you. “Hey, I'm Eric.” 

“Y/n.” You respond nervously. “Mind if I dance with you?” 

“I’ve been waiting for you all night.” He gives you a look that makes your stomach turn sour but you wrap your arms around his neck anyway and begin to sway your hips. You can feel the moment Jack finally lays his eyes on you, his gaze practically burning a hole in your back. 

Eric spins you around, pressing your ass into his front. You make eye contact with Jack as you grind on Eric and the anger on his face is unmistakable. He stands with his arms crossed over his chest and watches as you put on a show for him, showing him exactly what he’s missing. 

I'm yours again when you walk away You know if you leave, I ain't gonna stay When I'm doin' good, you get me off track And I guess I kinda like that 

Eric, unaware that he’s being used as a pawn in this chess game between you and Jack, gets into the dance and begins trying to kiss your neck. You try to push him away but Jack is already shaking his head and walking away. 

Letting him go is what you should do, it’s the smart decision, but you find yourself pushing through the crowd to follow him anyway. Eric calls out your name as you get further away from him. Jack never looks back to see if you’re following him but he doesn’t have to, he knows you are. 

“Are you having fun?” Jack asks as he wraps his hand around your elbow and pulls you into the private bathroom with him. 

“How did you know where I was?” You cross your arms over your chest as he locks the door. 

“Snap map.” He responds easily. “Who was that?” He’s still angry but you can tell he’s fighting a smirk by the way he keeps biting his lip. 

Your friends told you to block him on everything, you should’ve listened. Being this close to him after not seeing him for almost two weeks has your brain going hazy. His hair is still wet from his post-game shower underneath his backward hats and he looks so good you can’t help but want to taste him. 

You lick your lips before responding, “Eric.” 

Jack steps closer to you, the warmth of his body enveloping you as you hold his gaze. “Is Eric why you’ve been ignoring me?” 

You roll your eyes at him. “I told you we were done, Jack.”

He brings his hand up to your face, gently running his fingers over your lips. “Tell me to leave right now and I will.” He says. “You’ll never hear from me again.” Your eyes widen in surprise as you look at him for any sign that he’s bluffing. Could he really disappear from your life so easily? Did you want him to?

“Jack, I-”

“Say it, y/n.” He presses your back into the wall as he keeps his hand on your face, the other falling to your hip. His eyes stay on your lips as he waits for you to speak. “Tell me what you want.” 

“I want-” You can’t think straight as he looks down at you. You’re so intoxicated by him that you’d do anything he asked you to right now. “I want you to kiss me.” 

He crashes his lips on yours before you fully get the sentence out, as if he’s trying to devour your mouth. You hungrily push back, not realizing how much you missed the taste of him until now. The bristles of his scruff scratch against your soft cheek as he holds your face firmly, as if to keep you from escaping. Your tongues battle for dominance, both craving more from each other. 

Your hands make quick work of finding his belt and undoing it before his mouth moves to your neck. “Needy girl aren’t you?” He grins against your skin as you undo his pants next. 

“You're the one that’s needy, Jack.” Your voice is breathy as you finally get your hand around his already hard cock. 

He thrusts into your hand as he continues his assault on your neck, sucking enough to leave marks but then kissing the sensitive skin. “What are you going to do about it?” 

There’s a desperation in his voice that you haven’t heard before and you push at his chest so he’s forced to take a step back. He worries for a moment that he said the wrong thing before you drop to your knees in front of him and take his eager member in both of your hands. 

“Y/n…” You put him in your mouth before he can finish speaking, not wanting to hear whatever he has to say. “Fuck.” His hands cup the back of your head as you bob up and down on him, circling his dick with your tongue. “Forgot how good you are at this.” The sounds he makes cause wetness to pool at your core and you eagerly pump him with your hands as you lick his tip. 

You moan as he starts fucking your mouth, holding your head steady as he thrusts into you. He tugs at your hair and you wonder if you can orgasm without him actually touching you. The loud music on the other side of the door is hopefully covering the string of curse words that fall from Jack’s lips as you let him use your mouth. 

“Stand up baby.” He says suddenly as he pulls out of your mouth. He helps you to your feet and then spins you around so you’re facing the wall. “It’s been too long since I've felt you.” He says as he lifts your dress over your hips. He pulls your panties down your legs and you step out of them before he places them in his pocket. 

“Jack, please.” You beg as you arch your back, pressing your ass into his erection. 

“Please what?” You can’t see his face but you know that he’s smiling. He runs a finger over your folds before pressing on your clit. You jump in surprise before pressing down against his hand. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” 

Your eyes nearly roll back in your head from the pleasure as he rubs your clit. “I want you to fuck me.” He moves his hand away and you want to cry from the loss of contact. “Please.”

“I don’t have a condom.” He sighs from behind you as he starts touching you again. 

“I don’t care.” You moan as you press your upper body against the wall so he can have better access to you. “I just want you inside of me.” 

That’s all the encouragement he needs before he’s lining himself up and pushing into you. “Fuck baby you’re so wet.” He groans as he holds your hips tightly and kisses the back of your head. He gives you a moment to get used to the size of him before he starts thrusting into you. 

“Oh my god, yes.” You moan as he slaps your ass and you grip the wall as best you can. 

“Who made you this wet baby?” He asks as he wraps an arm around your chest and pulls you closer to him. “Hmm?”

“You.” You gasp as you feel yourself getting close to the edge. “You did.” 

He kisses the side of your head as he continues to fuck you against the wall. “That’s right baby, I did.” He reaches his other hand around and begins rubbing your clit. “Who’s pussy is this?” 

“Yours.” Your voice is breathy and you’re barely capable of forming a coherent thought as he brings you closer and closer to pure bliss. 

He removes his hand from your clit just as you’re about to climax and you groan in frustration. “Who’s?” He prompts again, not liking your first answer. 

‘Yours, Jack.” His hand returns as he picks up his pace and it’s just what you need to send you over the edge. “Fuck.” 

Jack continues with his movements as you ride out your high, groaning as you clench around him. Once he’s sure you’re finished, he pulls out of you and continues pumping himself with his hand. “Gonna cum.” He warns you as you turn around to face him. 

You drop to your knees again as you pull your dress down and pull him into your mouth. You look up as you swirl your tongue around him and once you make eye contact with him, you feel his warm cum coat the back of your throat. 

When he’s finished he steps back and fixes his pants. You stand and straighten your dress out as he tightens his belt. You watch him quietly, not sure what to say or do now that the tension has evaporated. When he looks at you and notices the hesitant look on your face, he pulls you into him. “C’mere.” He envelopes you in a hug, pulling you close to his chest as he kisses your forehead. 

You said, "Can we leave now?" I don't think we should Through the back door  That won't end good Then I'll follow you out Hope nobody looks

You break apart when someone pounds on the door, telling you to hurry up. Jack laughs as he takes your hand in his. “Let’s go home.” 

You’re not even sure what that means but you find yourself shaking your head. This isn’t going to end well and if you have to say goodbye to him one more time you know it will break you. “But Eric…” 

“Fuck, Eric.” Jack growls as he holds your hand and pulls you toward the door. “You’re my girl and I’m taking you home.” 

He’s said the words before when he was balls deep inside of you, but they hit differently now as he opens the bathroom door to a hallway full of angry patrons. You want to ask him what he means but he’s pulling you down the hallway before you can ask. You get a glimpse of your friends before Jack is pulling you out a side door to the street.

You’re both quiet as he drives to his apartment building but he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you. He runs his right hand up and down your thigh squeezing occasionally at red lights. “Why did you come looking for me?” You finally ask, the silence becoming more than you can bear. “You normally want to be alone after a loss…”

“You watched the game?” He glances over at you in surprise. 

“Yeah, on my phone.” You realize what a hypocrite that makes you and chuckle to yourself. “I’m just continually hurting myself, aren’t I?” 

“What? No, y/n.” Jack shakes his head as he lifts his hand up to hold yours. “All I wanted after we lost tonight was you.”

Your heart squeezes as the oxygen suddenly gets sucked out of the car. “You need to stop saying things like that.” You warn as he pulls up in front of his building. He’s already gotten what he usually wants from you, he doesn’t need to manipulate your emotions anymore.

“We need to talk.” He says as the two of you get out of the car and Jack hands his keys to the valet before leading you inside. He holds your hand in the elevator as you quietly try to organize your thoughts. Did he track you down at the club just so he could be the one to end things? Would he really be that cruel?

“I’ll get you some clothes.” Jack tells you once you’re both in his apartment. He disappears into his bedroom and comes back out a few minutes later wearing sweats and a hoodie. He hands you some sweatpants and a t-shirt to change into. 

“Thank you.” You smile at him awkwardly, not wanting to change in front of him even though you just let him fuck you in a public bathroom. 

“No problem.” He smiles nervously at you. “Uh, you can change in my room.” You nod before walking into his room and quickly changing out of your tight dress to his comfy clothes. The suit he was wearing is carefully laid out on his bed and you realize this is the first time you’ve come over and haven’t gone straight to his bedroom. You didn’t always sleep with him, sometimes he called you to just come over and cuddle. Those nights fucked you up more than anything. 

He’s sitting on the couch when you come out of his room and he gives you a sheepish smile as you sit down beside him. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something but then shuts it quickly. “Jack, you don’t have to do this.” You tell him as he tries to figure out what to say. “I can just go.”

“No!” He reaches out and grabs your wrist before you can even stand up. “I don’t want you to go.” 

You tilt your head to look at him, trying to figure out what he means. “Jack you’re the one that said-”

“I know what I said, okay? I was stupid.” He sighs and adjusts the hat on his head as he searches for the right words. “I know I told you we couldn’t be more but it wasn’t because I didn’t care about you.” He plays with your fingers as he talks and you lean into him, encouraging him to keep going. “I’m a professional athlete, y/n. My schedule sucks. I’m at the rink or on roadies all of the time. It wasn’t fair to put you through all that and make you wait for me. Not to mention all the hate you’ll get just for being seen with me.” 

He finally makes eye contact with you but your heart is pounding so loud in your ears you’re not sure if you heard him correctly. “What are you trying to say, Jack?” 

“You didn’t talk to me for nine days and I was losing my mind. My game was shit and I didn’t even care. All I could think about was you.” He admits. “When we lost tonight, the only thing I could think about was coming home and cuddling with you.”

“Jack…” You move closer to him, practically sitting in his lap. “I told you I had feelings for you months ago.” 

“I know.” He presses his forehead against yours. “And I know it wasn’t fair to keep calling you after you were honest with me.” He pulls back to look into your eyes. “I’m in love with you, y/n. I don’t want to go another day without you.” 

Your heart is so full it’s threatening to burst as you tilt your head to kiss him. “I love you too, Jack.” He smiles and holds you tightly in his arms. 

“You think we should try this relationship thing out?” 

You laugh and kiss the tip of his nose. “I think we can figure it out together.”

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes smut #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #smut #my writing

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First Kiss (Break 1)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.2k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys] {filler chapter? I just felt like Lance and Nando getting closer would make more sense if they spent break together + Mark}

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They had two weeks off and Lance had absolutely no plans, Nico was on vacation with his family to god knows where, Fernando had probably already arrived in Australia, and Lance didn't have any other friends on the paddock to worry about.

He had thought about going back to Canada but he just ended up back at his house in Switzerland. Spring had started by the time he got home so it wasn't like he could distract himself with snowboarding so he just ended up at home on his couch for the past five days.

Being alone was nice, but a part of him missed Fernando, oddly enough. They'd only ever hung out on the paddock but Lance had grown to look forward to the time they spent together, whether it was actually sitting and talking or just exchanging glances while in the middle of interviews.

As if it was fate, his phone began to rang. It was an unknown number but he figured it might be important, his dad had a history of calling him from random places just to check up on him, as if the 18 year old hadn't been left alone before.

"Hello?" He said, holding his (very small) phone to his ear

"Lancito, I am so glad you answered!" a voice on the other end spoke, a very familiar voice

"Nando?" Lance questioned "How did you get my number?"

"Is not important!" The Spaniard said, brushing off the question "Lancito, are you busy? If you are, cancel, come to Australia."

"No, I'm not busy." Lance responded, wondering if Fernando was really inviting him to Australia, wasn't he with Mark? Wouldn't that be awkward? "Is something important happening in Australia?"

"Si, You are coming, is important."

"Nando, I-" The younger boy laughed, not being able to wipe the smile off his face just from hearing the other mans voice "Sure, I'll come."

"Perfect, I'll send you the information, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay Nando"

"Bye, Lancito! Have a safe flight"

And with that the call ended and Lance wasted no time in buying the tickets to Australia (idk how people bought plane tickets in 2006...)

Lance got off the plane, trying to pat down the hair he could feel sticking up, he always slept on long flights and this one was no acception. It was weird being in Australia a week before he had to but he wasn't going to turn down Fernando is he wanted Lance there so bad, for whatever reason.

It was a Sunday morning and the airport was surprisingly busy, he eventually found his way out and got a taxi headed towards the address Fernando had texted him

"Just landed, headed your way now!!"

Lance stared at the screen before sending the message, just now wondering why exactly he was there, he wasn't blind to the media, especially when he was constantly being interviewed and asked questions fans were dying to know, he had heard the rumours, people saying Fernando was only talking to him to scare him, he was going to embarrass him, he had some ulterior motive, Lance hoped it wasn't true but now that he was blindly following Fernandos orders in another country while he was visiting his friend (who's seat he took) a part of him started to wonder if Fernando was planning something. He hit send.

They'd hadn't texted much, just Fernando sending him the information he needed and Lance thanking him before he got on the plane and turned off his phone, he wasn't too fond of it anyways.

"I am glad you made it"

"Is exciting"

"Tell the driver to go faster"

Lance smiled at his phone, excited to see the Spaniard again, even though he saw him not even a week ago.

"I shouldn't break the law yet"

"I just got here and my dad isn't here to bail me out!"

"I will do it, no worries Lancito"

He shook his head at the text, turning off his phone and waiting to arrive, not too far away from the location

He stepped out of the car, paying the taxi fare then walking up to the house, hesitating to knock. Maybe texting would be better? Or calling? Or anything besides knocking? Before he even had the chance to decide the door opened, revealing a slightly-taller-than-him Mark Webber and Fernando standing by his side, the two closer than he thought they would be

"Lance, welcome, so sorry about making you come so randomly." Mark spoke first, stepping back to invite Lance in

"It's no problem, I wasn't doing anything anyway" Lance smiled as he walked into the house, scanning what he could see

"I told you Lancito didn't mind" Fernando said to Mark, hitting his arm slightly "Is good to make sure you two get along before people start to speculate, ay?" Fernando smiled at Mark then at Lance, reaching up to flatten the hair still sticking up on his head

Lance wasn't sure why he was surprised Fernando was still calling him his nickname, he didn't know why he expected anything to change with Mark around, Fernando seemed the same, if anything he seemed happier around Mark. It made him feel bad, he was the reason Mark lost his seat, the reason Fernando's friend was no longer on the paddock, the reason Fernando had to settle for him instead.

"Well, Lance, I don't mind that you took my seat" Mark laughed, closing the door before putting an arm around Lance's shoulder "I was done with travelling all the time anyway, so don't beat yourself up over what people say"

Lance nodded, Mark was right, and he was pretty old so it made sense for him to be smarter.

"Now, how about we have fun now that we've dragged you to the land down under?" That made Lance smile, he was looking forward to spending the rest of his break actually doing stuff besides binging TV shows.

The next week went by so quick Lance was surprised when he actually had to go to the paddock, almost as surprised as fans when he showed up with both Fernando and Mark.

He hesitated when Fernando suggested all of them going together, worried about what people would say, but the older men made it obvious they couldn't care less so thats how they ended up going together, Mark having plans of doing interviews around the paddock and spending his free time in sither the pink or blue and yellow garage.

Being in Australia a week early was great, they were busy the whole time but Lance enioyed it, loving the time away from his phone and especially away from the media. It made him notice how close Mark and Fernando really were, he felt jealous at times but it was probably just because he was used to having Fernandos attention on him after quali and races, he felt selfish for feeling that way so of course he never addressed it.

"Where are you going first?" Lance asked, looking at Mark, both of them on either side of Fernando

"I was thinking of interviewing people first, it's gonna be weird being the one asking the questions"

"As long as you stay far away from me, we're good"

Fernando shook his head, pulling the taller man closer "We really need to get you used to the media, eh? All you do is complain" He sucked his teeth after he finished teasing Lance, earning nothing but an eyeroll from the teen

"Yeah, yeah." Lance smiled, not able to stop himself when it came to Fernando "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

And with that the race week started.

#f1 #formula 1 #lance stroll #aston martin #fernando alonso #i forgot to add tags oml #au #rpf #real person fiction #first kiss au #alternate universe #strollonso #mark webber #fa14 #ls18 #1418 #lance stroll x fernando alonso #slight angst #i wanna make it angstier #a lot of lances thoughts #lance does not like himself #but its okay because the scary world champ does #renault #racing point #renault nando and pink lance #pink lance ily #this was fun to write #im so bad at slow burns so #lets ignore how fast paced this is.

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I've Been Tired

2012 Leo x reader

Summary: After being blown off by Leo for the third time in a row, you finally snap. Hurt, no comfort, and...I'm only a little bit sorry. If people like this, I might do a sequel.

*Update, I did, it's a miniseries now.

No.2: 'My Brother's an Idiot' Blues*

Bad end: "No." and No pt.2

Good end: "Yes."

Tagging @xyntix for this Leo angst because apparently we both enjoy hurting the Blue One >:)

***

  You were tired, quite frankly.

  It wasn’t like you were mad at Leo, just….tired. Hurt, maybe. 

  And so maybe you’d pulled a Raph and stormed off, but it was probably better than yelling and fudging the situation up even more, right? Plus, you were pretty sure your frustration was at least sorta justified- it wasn’t like you were mad that Leo liked Karai, that’d be shitty of you- no, you were mad that he’d skipped movie night for the third week in a row. Which wouldn’t be a huge deal on its own…if you’d maybe been able to see him for more than two minutes in the past three weeks.

  What was the point, you wondered, throwing a pebble off the fire escape, of having a best friend if said best friend is constantly ditching you to make heart eyes at Public Enemy No.1’s hot daughter?!

  And it wasn’t like you couldn’t understand crushing on someone who you shouldn’t crush on- that was fair! Karai was really hot! Even you could see that!

  What you didn’t understand was ditching your friends for it!

  Like- you’d never ditch vigilante-ing with Raph or blueprint-making with Donnie for your crush on Leo, unless it was an emergency. That was like, the whole point of being friends with someone, sticking with them!

  You sighed and chucked another rock off the fire escape, feeling slightly satisfied as it smacked the concrete in the alley below.

  You missed movie nights. 

  You missed Leo.

  And clearly, he didn’t miss you.

  Which….hurt. A ton.

  You bit back tears and threw another rock, and replayed what happened just an hour ago in your head for the millionth time.

***

1 hour ago

  “Hey, Nardo?” You said, hearing the familiar sound of your voice echoing down the sewers. Leo had missed your movie night again, and due to the lack of reply to your worried message, you were checking in to make sure Shredder hadn’t killed everyone or something. 

  Leo always responded to messages within minutes, replying with perfect grammar and punctuation. So you were admittedly kinda worried.

  “(Y/N)!” Mikey grinned, waving at you from the couch. “Wassup?”

  You smiled, hopping over the turnstiles. “‘Sup Mike. I’m looking for your Fearless Leader…would you possibly have any theories for his whereabouts?”

  “You’re lookin’ for Leo? I thought he was at your place for movie night?” Mikey said, confused.

  “Well…he never showed up…Is he in trouble?!” You asked, swallowing.

  “Dunno, he left an hour ago-” But he was cut off by a loud voice approaching the lair.

  “...And I keep telling you she’s bad news, Fearless! You can’t keep looking for Karai, she’s -how many times do I hafta say this- THE SHREDDER’S DAUGHTER!” Raph’s voice said, and a few seconds later he appeared at the turnstiles with a sheepish-looking Leonardo in tow.

  “Oh! (Y/N)! Look, there’s Leo!” Mikey grinned.

  “Thanks, Angelo.” You said dryly, looking up at Leo as he made his way down the stairs.

  “Look Raph, I’m sorry. But I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing, okay? I wasn’t in any real danger.” He said tiredly, collapsing on the couch next to you.

  Raph spluttered, gripping his sais in frustration. “Leo- she was about to stab you when I swooped in and saved your shell! This is- just- LEO! UGHHH! You’re giving Mikey a run for his money as the dumb one!”  

  He chucked one of his sais at the ground before storming off to his room, muttering angrily under his breath.

  “Wha- Hey! I’m right here, bro-” Mikey protested.

  Leo rolled his eyes, turning back to you. “Sorry about the rude welcome, (Y/N). Please ignore Raphael.”

 “…So you were with Karai again?” You said softly, shoulders sagging.

  You were half aware of Mikey staring at you sympathetically as Leo stiffened.

  “...Oh….I missed our night again, didn’t I?” Leo said quietly. “(Y/N)- I swear, I’ll make it up to you, okay? I…I got distracted-”

  You shook your head. That’s three times.

  “That’s…the third time, Nardo. Third time in a row.” You said, trying to look anywhere but his eyes.

  Leo winced, and grabbed your hand. “Hey. I’m really really sorry. And if you want, we can watch something still, it’s not that late-”

  You twisted your hand away and crossed your arms over your chest protectively as you willed yourself not to cry. “Leo…you said that last week.” And it didn’t happen then, either.

  His eyes widened guiltily. 

  Mikey stepped in front of you, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “That’s low, bro.”

  Leo looked away, subconsciously picking at his wrist wrappings. 

  You felt the water behind your eyes rise, and you wiped your hand over them.(Karai probably didn’t cry. Karai wasn’t a total baby like you.)

  You shook your head, and looked back up. “It’s okay, Angelo.” You said sarcastically, letting out your inner Karai. “I don’t need him to pretend I matter- he’s a shitty actor.” You said coldly, and Leo’s eyes looked glossy now too. 

  “(Y/N)- You do matter to me, a ton- I swear. You’re my best friend!” He exclaimed, standing up.

  “Ooh, sorry, looks like I was mistaken. He’s not a shitty actor, he’s just a shitty friend!” You grinned manically at Leo as he crumbled further at the words. 

  You swallowed, suddenly aware that you were being kinda immature, and the manic energy faded. 

  “You say you’re my best friend, so fuckin’ act like it.” You said softly, unable to summon any more venom.

  Leo opened his mouth and then closed it again.

  “Nothin’ to say. That’s what I thought.” You lied, disappointment surging through you. You weren’t sure what response you’d hoped for, but you’d at least expected something…something to suggest that he cared. That you were worth arguing for. 

  That he had some reason for what he did. 

  But he just stared at the ground in shame.

  You turned and walked up the stairs to the turnstiles.

  He didn’t stop you.

  You passed the turnstiles. 

  He let you.

  You left.

  He didn’t follow.

  You kinda wished he would.

  He still didn’t.

  ***

    Donnie poked his head out of the lab. “Guys, can you keep it down? I’m kinda in the middle of- woahhhh, what happened here? Did Space Heroes finally stop airing?” He said, taking in the scene in the living room.

  “Nah, Leo just screwed things up with (Y/N).” Mikey said tightly, glaring at Leo, who was sitting on the couch with his knees pulled to his chest and his face buried in his knees. (He felt pathetic.)

  “(Y/N)...as in (Y/N) whom he’s had a crush on since…forever.” Donnie said with a sigh. 

  Leo noted how it wasn’t a question, but a statement. 

  “Ding ding ding, that (Y/N).” Mikey said, and Leo could hear the disappointment in his tone.

  “Well that’s just fantastic,” Donnie said sarcastically, and he walked over to the living room. “So what happened, Mikey?”

  “Ask Leo.” Mikey scowled.

  “He’s not gonna answer, look at him.” Don said, and the eyeroll he undoubtedly gave was practically audible…

  Or maybe not, Leo thought, freezing as he felt Donnie pat his shell.

  “You okay, Leo?’ He said gently, and Leo glanced up to see sympathetic brown eyes staring at him.

  “I messed up, Donnie.” He said softly. “I should probably talk to Sensei…I was…really really dumb.” He said, slowly standing up.

  “Well…I’d love to say something comforting, but seeing as I have no idea what the context is….” Donnie trailed off, and Leo took a deep breath.

  “Well, the short version is that I ditched (Y/N) again because I wanted to find Karai. The long version is…longer.” He said simply.

  “Oh boy, that again?” Donnie said, frowning. “This is what…the third week now?”

  Leo cringed. “I know, I know.”

  “Yeah, but this time (Y/N) got mad.” Mikey said, crossing his arms. “And you know what? I was kinda proud!”

  “Yeah. I…I deserved it.” Leo muttered, and Mikey looked up in surprise. Leo ignored him. “I don’t know, I guess I just figured it wasn’t that big a deal.”

  “It was a big deal. (Y/N) thought you got hurt, dude.” Mikey said, but he sounded more sad than angry now.

  “Oh, great. Well now I miraculously feel worse.” Leo said dryly. 

  “So…how come you ditched your crush in the first place?” Donnie said, raising a non-existent eyebrow. “‘Cause if April invited me over every week to watch movies…in her house…one on one….” He trailed off, smiling dreamily. Mikey punched him lightly. 

  He shook his head, snapping out of it. “Uh- ahem. So- go on, Leo?”

  Leo shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  It was a lie. He definitely knew, but how do you tell your brothers that you can’t imagine a universe where your crush likes you back? About how you don’t wanna feel like you’re being annoying, that they’re only hanging out with you because they have nothing better to do?

  And he didn’t particularly want to admit how nice it was when Karai flirted back. And maybe it wasn’t about Karai so much as it was about the attention…and the idea of how cool it would be to actually save her from the Foot Clan and have her join their side.

  That was something Captain Ryan would do.

  Maybe Leo liked the attention, maybe he wanted to play hero…but he didn’t really know how to say any of that to his brothers without revealing too much…

  “Oh that means he definitely knows.” Mikey sighed, glancing up at Donnie.

  “Yeah, well…he’s not gonna tell us, is he.” Donnie said, crossing his arms.

  Leo shook his head. “Look, guys. I just feel like I’m - we’re- so close to getting Karai to join our side and leave the Shredder. And whenever I’m not out there, it’s like I’m losing her or something, I don’t know.”

  Donnie nodded at the answer. Mikey didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t say anything.

  “So…what’re you gonna do about (Y/N), then, bro?” Mikey said.

  Leo shrugged again, feeling helpless. (What would Captain Ryan do?) (...Captain Ryan wouldn’t be here in the first place)

  “I don’t know.”

  And he didn’t.

  You’d never been mad at him before.

  …He’d never ignored you before.

  Donnie shrugged and turned the TV on, and Leo tried to let himself get lost in the show.

  It didn’t really work.

*** 

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[sulviyves]

Wasn't so bad (Julian Loki x GN reader)

Maybe it wasn't so bad. It wasn't so bad you were spending the extended holiday with your older brother in france. The country itself was beautiful, with so much luxurious architecture,clothing and treats. Moreover you were also missing your older brother, you can't deny, its been a long time since you both have met up. Waiting at the airport felt like an eternity, constantly checking your phone to see if your brother ‘Akatsuki’ texted yet. Seeing no text yet, you sighed and impatiently tapped your pointer finger against your forearm, waiting for the familiar red-head to pick you up. 

Texting him one last time and reminding him that you were already at the airport, and making sure you dearest brother didn't forget of his responsibilities. And finally he decided to respond after what felt like HOURS..

The reply wasn't one you expected nor even thought of. A friend of his was picking you up?. You felt slightly worried, you haven't met any of his friends yet. Which made you feel slightly anxious. 

Till you were taken out of your thoughts by a handsome young 

Man. 

The young man spoke in french, leaving you to tilt your head to the side, confused what the handsome french man was telling you. 

The Frenchman catched on that you didnt understand him, which prompted him to let out a soft chuckle..and speak in english for you

“Bonjour, Im Julian Loki, one of your brother's friends!” Julian introduced himself politely. His accent strong but soft, it made your heart rush

Quickly you shook off your shock and introduced yourself back. 

‘’(Name) (Last name)..” Not fond of speaking to people you didn't know, you just simply told your name. Julian smiled softly and soon repeated your name. 

‘’(Name)..” The way your name rolled off his tongue so smoothly made you flush internally. Julian was an attractive young man, no doubt he was physically active due to the muscles you could see.. 

Clearing your throat you asked the most important question. 

“Are we just gonna stand here all day?” This question caught Julian off guard but made him chuckle nonetheless, he shook his head and soon helped you with your bags. 

Julian insisted he would be the one to place your luggage in the trunk, while you wait inside the car. 

Not so long after, the car started. With Julian driving and you in the passenger seat. 

The car ride was silent but comfortable, soft french songs were playing. Julian hummed the rhythm of the songs. 

Taking a quick glance at Julian, your cheeks flushed. Your heartbeat fast.. Maybe..

It wasn't so bad to spend the holiday with your brother. If it meant you could see the French man more often. 

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BONUS As you were enjoying the silent ride to your brother and Julian's shared apartment, your phone buzz indicated someone had messaged you. It was from akatsuki. 

Opening his message, you immediately felt the need to punch your brother..cheeky bastard!

Authors note; I really love this man, i wish i can see more of him i love him so much i wanna kiss his hand. i need more media of him SOB.

My requests r open! i write for twisted wonderland, bluelock and genshin<33

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[avastrasposts]

Some end of year mush for my readers

Below is a longer message that’s more personal so I’ll hide that below the cut for anyone who’s not interested. But before I get to that I just wanted to send a message to all of those who have read my fics this past year. You’re often a bit more anonymous to me than the people I count as friends, but that’s only because I don’t know you yet (seriously, come yell in my inbox, that’s how all friendships here start!).

But I see you all, whether you’re liking your way through 300k+ words of The Pilot and his Girl or just randomly reblogging something short I wrote back in March, I see and appreciate you all. I love hearing what you think about what you’ve read, but if you’re more comfortable just reblogging or liking, that’s more than fine. But I do really notice and appreciate all of you who read and react what I publish. I hope my stories bring a little bit of entertainment and distraction from whatever else your life is. The responses you’ve all given me, it really means the world. Love you all ❤

/M

So to the more personal message.

I want to send a little message out (who am I kidding, I’m unable to keep things short) at the end of the year and tell you all what a difference some things make. But first, to be honest, I haven’t had a very difficult year, I’m ridiculously privileged, and I try to remember and appreciate that. I count my blessings because life hasn’t always been this easy. But I think it makes me notice the difference small actions make, how one act of kindness really creates ripple effects. 

I know others have had very real struggles in 2023 and have overcome, or are still struggling with, real issues and this year has given me the opportunity to see how much of a difference a small online community can make. I appreciate and love everyone of you who has had the guts to open up when things are tough and ask for help, who opened their (digital) arms and inboxes and wanted to help, genuinely help, those who were struggling, by sending a friendly message, by understanding and responding, offering to help, to let them know that they’re not alone. And to let us all have a safe space online where we can be as weird and sad and irrational and deluded (and horny) as we want. 

I know all fandoms have drama but the amount of nice people I’ve met on Tumblr this year by far outweighs any drama. For 99.9% of us, Pedro should be so lucky to have us as his fans! I feel like the goodness that he seems to spread, is emulated among those who go slightly feral (in the best possible way) for him. 

I’ve been fortunate enough to have made a small group of friends this year in the fandom, and these past few months with you guys (you know who you are), have been the best. You’ve made me laugh and cry (and stress out over how the hell I’m supposed to read all of your amazing fics!). I’m constantly amazed by how supportive and kind you are, how, by pure chance, we all stumbled into each other's paths at just the right time and how we now just seem to fit together. Whether it’s about how we’re going to survive the release of Gladiator 2 (seriously, we’re going to need a phone chain or something for welfare checks….) or how to handle any number of just “life” things that we all have to combat. You lot are always there with sage advice, supportive words and encouragement in a way I’ve never experienced with a group of friends before. Seriously, you’re all the best and I’m so happy to be your friend. 

And here's my our sweet Pedro just because this man somehow inspired me to write so many words this year...

#personal

[e-dubbc11]

Welcome Home

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff! All rainbows and unicorns. Alludes to smexy time

Word Count: 1.4K-ish

Summary: You’ve had a long day of traveling and Billy surprises you at the airport

A/N: So I just got home from a little vacation, both my travel days were shit and I would have loved to have Billy pick me up at the airport after a crappy travel day.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Standing at the bottom of the escalator, Billy waited alone, away from the strangers anticipating the arrival of their loved ones and friends. His hand wrapped around the bouquet of red roses he picked out for you before he left for the airport.

The plastic wrap made crinkling noises under his nervous fingers as he paced back and forth, glancing up at the top of the moving staircase every few minutes, impatiently waiting for you to get to baggage claim.

With his other hand, he pulled his phone out of the pocket of his black leather jacket to check the time…1900. He kept checking during his drive that your plane was still scheduled to land at 1845 because he didn’t want to be late.

He made sure he left in plenty of time, in order to be ON time, Billy was always very punctual and was never late…ever. He needed to be there, to see the surprised look on your face when his gaze met yours.

He read and responded to all of your texts that day which started bright and early. The first one said they changed the time of your flight and your layover destination which you didn’t find out about until you arrived at the airport so now you were stuck there for four hours before your plane took off instead of two. He told you to “relax and go have a drink” but he wasn’t expecting your response and it warmed his heart.

“I just want to get outta here so I can come home to you. I miss you, handsome.”

He missed you too, more than he’d ever show to anyone…his sweet girl.

Billy told you he had meetings all day that day so he wouldn’t be able to pick you up at the airport which was mostly true but he decided a few days ago that he would make Frank go to the last meeting in his place so he could surprise you.

He thought about you all day, constantly checking the time, checking to see if you had messaged him. During his meetings, Billy would see your messages…”boarding now, text you during my layover, love you.” Followed by three heart emoji’s.

Quickly, he would text you back. “Love you too, sweet girl. Be safe.”

No one’s texts had ever brought a smile to his face before. Hell, just seeing your name flash across his screen along with your photo without even knowing what the message said, made him smile. What had he done to deserve someone like you? He wasn’t sure.

Sometimes he thought it was all a dream, that you weren’t real but when he would come home after a long day at work to your beautiful, smiling face he knew how real it all was. Billy was reassured every day that you were his and he was yours but he still wasn’t sure he deserved it.

You knew all the things he had done, his stories from overseas that he kept locked up inside for years because he didn’t want to talk about them finally broke free from his lips because he felt he could trust you. There was never any pressure coming from you, forcing him to talk about things that he wasn’t ready for.

And then one day, it just happened. He felt…free and comfortable, like a weight was lifted off of him, to not only talk about his time as a marine but also his childhood trauma. Billy wasn’t afraid anymore, he could breathe again because he had you…his sweet girl, his everything.

1600, another text from you came through while he was at home changing his clothes.

“Landed in DC, taking off again around 1715. I know you’re busy today baby, but I hope you’re having a good day and I’ll see you tonight.” This one was followed by a heart emoji and the kissing face emoji. He smiled again and texted back.

“Can’t wait, my love. See you soon.” Sooner than you think, he thought to himself.

1850, Billy’s phone had vibrated in his jacket pocket.

“Touchdown! Just a little while longer!” Your text read.

At 1905, he started to notice people descending on the escalator from up above him. Family and friends with their smiling faces waited patiently for their loved ones to see them. Cries of happiness and tears of joy showed Billy how excited everyone was to be home, happy to be on vacation, or meeting friends for the first time in a long time.

He gave them a half smile as his eyes darted back to the top of the escalator which is when he saw you. Your hair was pulled back, haphazardly gathered at the top of your head in a messy bun, a green floral bomber jacket tied around your waist, wearing black leggings and a white tank top, and white sneakers on your feet.

As you came closer and into focus, he could see how tired your eyes looked but you still put on a little smile for the baby waving to you from its mothers arms. He still thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world even though he could tell you were exhausted.

Halfway down the escalator is when your eyes shifted from the baby to the handsome man in the black leather jacket, holding a dozen red roses, and flashing you his perfect, familiar smile. He couldn’t hear it but he saw you mouth his name…”Billy.”

Covering your mouth with your free hand, you don’t know why but you could feel the tears start to sting the back of your eyes. Even though your trip wasn’t very long, you were still so excited and surprised to see him and suddenly the escalator wasn’t moving fast enough.

After one final wave to the baby in front of you, the escalator touched down at the bottom and you took off running towards him. The makeup case in your hand and small backpack on your back felt heavier than they did a few minutes ago, almost as if you were running in slow motion.

His eyes, like two pieces of shiny onyx, watched your every movement, the smile never leaving his face as you dropped the makeup case and the backpack at his feet, and stopping just short of tackling him to the ground. Instead, you just buried your face into his chest as he snaked his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Welcome home, beautiful.” He said with that silvery, velvet tone you had missed so much.

Your eyes moved from his chest up to his beautiful, deep brown eyes and before you could say anything else, he cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours, parting them with his tongue and tangling it with yours. He really missed you.

“I really missed you.” He said, resting his forehead against yours.

Wiping the tears from your cheeks, you replied. “I really missed you too, handsome. I thought you had to stay late for meetings today?”

He leaned in close to gently kiss you again and caught a fresh tear that escaped your eye.

“I’m exactly where I need to be, my love.” He whispered.

That was probably the sweetest sentence anyone has ever said to you. All you could manage to get out was “Oh Billy…”

He didn’t mean to make you cry even more and he knew they were happy tears but he felt he had to make you laugh to lighten the mood a little, so he placed the roses in your arms.

“I found these…thought you might like them.” He smiled and winked at you.

You let out a little laugh. “You found them, huh? The card is written in your handwriting AND has my name on it!” You said sarcastically.

Still joking around, he asked “It does?! What else does it say?”

You cleared your throat and read the card out loud.

Y/N, Love of my life,

I brought all of your Amazon packages inside and there’s ice cream in the freezer.

Welcome home, baby.

-Billy

Another laugh naturally flowed from your lips.

“Oh Mr. Russo, you always know exactly what to say to a girl to make her weak in the knees, don’t you.” You joked with a wide smile.

A sly smile stretched across his face as he whispered in your ear.

“I can’t wait to show you just how much I missed you. Let’s go home, baby.”

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[repo-net]

OMORI Rank-up Tier List #1: Main Cast

Alright, I've recently finished OMORI and I've given myself a bit of time to sit on it, think about the characters and how everything panned out. And hey, it's a pretty writing-centric game, I'm running a pretty writing-centric blog, so why not start with a short two-part series of appreciation posts for the game in the form of a tier list?

I definitely have a lot less to say about the side characters, so I won't be bothering giving them their own post, I'll be clumping them with the next one which is going to be a review of the locations/boss fights throughout the game that I was able to experience.

I'll note right now for anyone that this is the opinions of someone who finished OMORI about a few days after he posted this and only finished the true ending route (because as much as I love it, I am not willing to put myself through the game again just to go through and see the content in other routes when I can just look it up on YouTube), so this may change sometime in the future. I know for a fact that I was battling like hell with myself when I was ranking these six... anyways.

Obviously, spoilers are inbound, so if you haven't played OMORI and want to check it out for yourself, come back to this post later once you've completed it. If you're ready to look at whatever take this brain of mine has, then here it is under the cut!

Oh, and a few more messages before we get to the meat of it all - I'm going to be clumping and judging the characters with a combination of their aspects from both the dream world and the real world. While I obviously think that the real-world versions of the characters are the 'complete' arcs of themselves and the dream world versions are just watered down versions of them created by Sunny/Omori in their liking, I think it's worth bringing them up anyways since they serve as the background for each character before the horrible tragedy that hit them.

I also think that every single character in the main cast is written fantastically and are all at least A-tier characters in my heart, except for a select few in the top 2 that I think are more than worthy of being put into the S-tier if I were actually putting them into tiers instead of just ranking them.

Alright - let's do this for real this time!

#6 - Mari

You know how much it sucks having to pick a least favorite among a selection of things that you all really like? It's like me having to choose which of my kids I want to put up for adoption, blegh. Unfortunately, someone had to take this and begrudgingly, I'll have to slide everyone's favorite older sister here. I really hope this one isn't controversial...

So, here's the thing about Mari, right? In the perspective of a writer, I think she absolutely has the most going for her in terms of the amount of content you can produce for her in comparison to the rest of the cast. I think the sheer magnitude of possibilities and scenarios that you can write using Mari is pretty much endless, whether it be fluffy alternative universes where she lives or angsty, gut-wrenching punches of how not so great her time with Sunny ended. And believe me, that's just scraping the surface of what you can do with her!

Mari's a constant presence throughout the entirety of the game, whether it be in the form of Something looking over Sunny and Omori, being the support for everyone in the friend group as you go through the dream world, or her unfortunate death being the reason everyone in the real world turned out the way they did. And as much as I want to like Mari more, she's a very charming character and I think her relationship with Hero is one of the highlights of the game, I constantly find myself appreciating it (as a writer who enjoys angst) from Hero's side more because of how he responds to it. There just... isn't much for me to look at, honestly? Her dream world self is a sweetheart, bless her - but when we talk about how fleshed out she really is, there's not much for me to say other than what's already been shown to you in the story.

The best parts of Mari are in the symbolism scattered throughout the game in Sunny's subconscious and the short scenes we get of her throughout the game. I think I can attribute this to one of the criticisms I have of Omori; I really, really think Mari's character would've benefited from having more scenes of her failings (the pressure to get the duet with Sunny right; her perfectionist attitude being the reason he snaps being the fatal flaw that causes her death) actually play out instead of being left up to interpretation and details in the flavor text of the game.

Shit stinks. I really wish we could've seen that more- ironically enough, the imperfect side of Mari. Because the way I interpreted it, Sunny's motivation for playing the violin was so he could spend more time with Mari regardless of how much stress it puts on him and how much time it takes away from getting to chill with his friends. And when even that stops being fun for Sunny because of the pressure he feels considering it was the day of the recital and he still wasn't playing it perfectly, he lashes out and breaks the violin. In comparison, Mari wanted to perfect it cause... uhh, I dunno? Would sure be nice if we got more context on why she acted like that, considering the stark contrast of what she's like in the dream world...

If you really want to be harsh about it, Mari just ended up being a plot device for Sunny's own story, unfortunately. There exists a personality in there in the form of her dream world self; but it's angelic, too much so (which we obviously know why, it's Sunny's interpretation of Mari, a person who could do no wrong). I wish there was more about how Mari really was - as a sibling, as a girlfriend, and just as a person than the stories we get from the other characters that we have to fill in the blanks ourselves.

But hey, that's what fanfics are for, yeah? You go, Mari enjoyers. I love all of y'all. (Has been in the fandom for like no more than a week)

#5 - Basil

You hate to see it. Sorry, I know a lot of the fandom adores this boyo (I know a friend of mine does and I apologize in advance to you) and I do too, but I think it speaks volumes of how much I love this cast when a character of the floral lad's level can land himself in a spot like this. Man, why'd I put the two sweetest and kindest characters in the main cast at the bottom? I'm horrible, lmfao.

Ahh, Basil. In fairness, I think he has my second favorite design in the game only behind Aubrey from the real world, and if there's a character I'd want to roleplay as - I think my mind would go to Basil too, actually. There's so much good I can say about Basil that it makes me wonder; how in the world did he end up all the way over here?

Is it because of the horrible shit he pulled (seriously, how does a 12 year old come up with that? oh wait, my blog is nagisa shingetsu themed. nevermind, it's totally reasonable.) that he ended up here? Nope, heck I think he's way more interesting of a character because of it; seeing just how badly he was willing to protect his best friend and save him, only to create a rift between the two that becomes the focal point of the entire plot. That's good fucking shit right there. Love when characters have good intentions in mind and it just ruins their life.

The striking thing about Basil is that he has a very complete personality that makes him easy to latch onto; Basil is a kind soul with a strong sense of empathy and understanding of others, he loves photography and flowers, going as far as to have descriptions of his best friends in the wake of said flowers. He's a little troubled, hates fighting, but he's trying his best in spite of that to keep a smile on his face. He's a good boy and I think if you showed a normal person who knows nothing about the game the main cast, I think most people would say Basil's either the most interesting or their favorite character just by how nicely wrapped his presentation is when you disregard all the spoilery stuff about him.

Where it stops for me though is this - for someone who plays such an important role in the story and how the main conflict in pretty much 75% of the game is centered around him, Basil sure enjoys being absent because unfortunately, said conflict is the fact that he's missing. I'm not going to use this as a diss on Basil's character because it isn't his fault that he's pretty much required to be shrouded in mystery, and I don't even know what suggestions I'd have to improve it because you can't be showing Basil off too much.

But we're at a crossroads here. I think we didn't see Basil enough in the story, but at the same time... what could you do in OMORI that fixes that issue while also not overexposing him at the same time? Another unlucky spot that Basil's put in is the fact that some of the scenes where he's present in the real-world are overshadowed by another character capturing me more (Aubrey). It's not that there's a lack of him, but it's... ugh. It's so hard to explain.

It's tough. Because Basil's struggles is just so incredibly heartbreaking and I really, really do feel for him and just want to give the guy a hug after all that he's been through. Being driven to the point where you and your best friends are fighting each other, even gouging out his fucking eye??? It's horrific. I don't think the first thought that came to Basil's mind during the incident was 'let's hide this evidence as fast as we can', but more of a 'oh god, i need to save my best friend'. He's got so much weighing down on him.

At the end of the day, I don't even think Basil's underutilized. It just feels like he is, and I can't shake it off enough to put him above all the other characters here. Sorry, flower boy. I get the feeling you'll grow on me more as time passes, though.

#4 - Sunny

Hey, it's the protagonist! I usually put guys like you a lot higher than this, especially considering just how much I was rooting for you... and you did! So happy for you, my man. I'll forever be grateful I stumbled upon the best possible ending for the gang on my first and only playthrough of the game. Oh right, we should be talking about him instead of me. Sorry about that.

While some people like to consider Omori and Sunny as separate entities and prefer to rank them exclusive of one another, I'm personally going to take the other route and do as I've been doing with everyone else here; collectively using both dream world and real-world versions to judge the character as a whole.

And that plays the biggest factor me when it comes to ranking Omori/Sunny. Because I don't think Omori is a separate person from who Sunny is - I think Omori is an aspect of Sunny that formed as a result of the trauma that the incident with Mari caused. Omori is Sunny's coping mechanism, less of a shield, more of a wall; but I think the best word to describe him is a bubble that keeps Sunny's most horrific memories from resurfacing.

When I first played this game, I immediately found myself pretty attached to Omori because he was just a dry, quiet little guy who hangs out with his friends and might have some sort of mental issue to him. Who could resist such allure? But damn, if it weren't for the real world segments and how it all culminates into the final battle between Sunny and Omori... I think he'd be in Mari's spot. A character too reliant on flavor text to showcase their character, not really leaving enough of an impact for me to immediately think about them when I hear about the game OMORI.

But Sunny... Sunny, my beautiful boy. This poor fucking kid. Sunny is such an incredibly human character and I always found myself feeling pity for the guy, he's been dealt with such a horrible hand in the short time he's been alive, and yet despite me never going anywhere near the Sunny that went through, and having a very different personality from him; I can attest, he's very relatable. Just remind yourself that this kid pretty much tortured and isolated him for four whole years all alone because he couldn't get over the guilt that accidentally killing Mari gave him.

Four years is the amount of time between the start of the pandemic and today. Imagine never leaving your house, having no friends to rely on or talk to, constantly living in a fantasy world where you can do no wrong to hide yourself and cope, and dealing with at a worst case scenario was daily nightmares of your most horrible memory. Sunny's immediate reactions to anything that causes him distress is to block it out, and so; Omori, being his bubble, will do whatever means it takes to protect Sunny regardless of how much better it'd actually be in the end for him to finally accept the reality of what happened four years ago.

I don't normally mess or enjoy silent protagonists much because they're inherently kind of dull and usually end up falling flat. But along with Kris from Deltarune, Sunny is wonderful. It's just a shame that everyone after him are people I ended up feeling more connected to.

#3 - Hero

I honestly can't believe this man managed to win me over so hard that he'd place in the top 3. I kept thinking to myself while I was ranking the main cast: 'I like this character more than him, right...?'. But almost every single time, I remember something this goofy charm of a man did and I just sigh and realize I didn't appreciate him enough until after my playthrough and looked back on how so many of the things I liked about this game involved him.

So, here we are. At third, is none other than the world's most handsome man himself - Hero. I'm still wondering what his real name is if Hero was apparently just a nickname. Henry? That's like the closest thing I can think of off the top of my head. But let's address the elephant in the room.

I'll get this out of the way already. I'm perfectly aware that in comparison to everyone else, Hero doesn't get as much screentime or focus, heck; in the real world, he only shows up at the end of the second day and his most memorable moment for me was Kel telling us about what became of Hero after Mari's death when you go to her at the cemetery during Three Days Left. Flavor text. The very thing I pointed out to be why everyone before Hero is ranked lower than him. So how come he's up here...?

More than anything else, it's personal attachment. Apologies again for making this about me (pretty much every character from here is going to involve a bit of my personal life), but I have no siblings at all. This was kind of my fault, since I was so attached to my parents' love and affection that I didn't want anyone else taking that away from me. At the same time, I had three older male cousins who were the closest things to a big brother that I ever had in my childhood. They weren't exactly the nicest to me... but I always figured that was admittedly because of how weird I was as a kid anyways, so I don't hold that against them. I just wish I could've connected with them more.

Hero not only feels a lot more 'real' as a person to me in comparison to characters like Basil and Mari, not only cause I know people who handled the loss of a family member like he did and managed to hold himself enough and not go to the deep end. They're some of the most admirable people I know, and I look up to them a lot. Hero constantly wonders what he did wrong that Mari felt the need to commit suicide, but in the end; it's because he didn't do anything wrong. It's why I've always thought Hero's perspective after the good ending is the most interesting one and the one I always look forward to when I see how the writer executes it.

Not only does Hero get significantly more screentime than the characters before him in the form of the dream world, and feel much more alive than all the other dream world versions of the main cast, but he's much more flexible and allows for more wholeness in what I want to feel from a character.

What I mean by that is that Hero's personality and character opens more opportunities (and capitalizes on it!) so he can make me laugh, he can make me feel for him, he can be someone I can relate and struggle with, he can be someone I want to root for, and he's someone I can attribute to things I hold dearly to in real life.

He might not be the most complex or tragic (and considering what he went through, it goes to show just how bad shit gets in this game) character out there in a cast full of really deep ones, nor does he really stand out in the cast to some people...

But to me, he's everything I want out of a character. The only things that stopped him from being higher is that I was more compelled and struck by the next two.

#2 - Aubrey

Honestly? I thought Sunny would be a lot higher; in the spots that this one and the one after her would be, but I took the time to think about it and after some careful thought, I realized - yeah, I think these two are just more gripping to me and characters that I genuinely felt astonished by.

The dream world versions of the characters are husks. They're the idealistic versions of Sunny's friends and are characters that are only truly completed and finished because their real persona is so... amazing. And Aubrey...?

Out of any other character in the game, I think Aubrey benefits from the arc her real world has more than anyone else in this game. Because good god, this girl... I would've thought I'd feel more bad about the other characters, but I found myself constantly worrying about Aubrey because the circumstances that surrounded her was nothing short of poignant.

Could you imagine being in her position? You lose someone who's basically your older sister in a friend group that's more family than your own blood; because they're all deadbeats and your home life is unpleasant, to put it lightly. All of them start to drift off, for one reason and another, and it feels like nobody is even there to comfort you or give you a shoulder to lean on. But wait, maybe you do! Your childhood friend Basil, who's kind of nervous and seems pretty broken, but at least he's still there, right...?

And yet, from Aubrey's perspective, Basil ruined what was essentially the only physical memories they had left of their Mari. Someone she loved so dearly, desecrated like that... that broke her. For Aubrey, it felt like there was no one there that could understand her. And then, after four long years - suddenly, one of your friends finally decides to show his face, and this obnoxious, overly positive and reality-denying guy tries to act like you didn't just lose four years of your life wondering what went wrong and why she lost everything so quickly.

Wouldn't it feel insulting?

I don't normally like 'bully' characters (mainly due to my own childhood experiences with them), because they usually hit too close to home to me. I hate that I even feel like categorizing Aubrey as that considering we know the circumstances around her life. To make matters worse, she was probably the one I least cared about until her arc in the real world started and she completely blew me away.

Aubrey, whom I love the real design of and think she looks great in the real world - Aubrey's arc and character is something you learn to appreciate. It's something that you can only really 'get' when you remember the lesson OMORI tries to teach you in the first place.

And well, if you've played the game, then I need not explain any further. Let's move on to the guy in first.

#1 - Kel

A dork, kind of a dunce, but a champion. He is the catalyst for the true ending and is the reason the path to it even opens up in the first place. I'll concede this; characters that are complex like Aubrey, Sunny, and Basil are normally the characters you'd see as my favorites because I tend to value them more or just like their presence more.

But in any game; I really, really don't think I've ever seen a character archetype in the way that Kel's in who manages to not only be full of that childish endearing aura to him, yet flawed and so very, very real and human; who you can understand why other characters would lash out and get irritated at him, but also support him knowing fully well that his intentions are always for the best...

Kel is amazing. From the first interaction with him in the dream world, I was immediately hooked because of his stupid and goofy little humor that brings me to reminiscences of a simpler, more fun and youthful time in my life. I was worried that I might grow tired of him since; let's face it, dream world Kel does have shades of being just a tad one-dimensional. I was genuinely considering putting Aubrey as my favorite character.

And then I remembered the graveyard scene with Kel talking about his and Hero's story.

No scene in the game solidified my love for a character and made me want to do everything for them more than that did with Kel. Hands down, that is my favorite scene in the entire game and not a lot of moments come close.

Kel's kind of bad at reading the room, I think he's self-aware enough to know that he's stubborn and there are times where he's stepping into territory that should just be left alone.

Despite that though, it's because of his persistence that he succeeds. Kel might just seem like a positive and happy go lucky goofball (he is, tbf), but he had to deal with his own shit too. In response to Mari's death, Kel put on a smile and did what he believed Mari would've wanted him to do - he healed himself and got back up by making new friends, taking the time to worry about others, and try to get the friend group back together.

No matter how many tries it took. I seriously, seriously wonder just how much time Kel spent knocking on doors, asking his old friends if they wanted to hang out, yet always falling on deaf ears. I think the reason he's able to smile in spite of it all is that he just hasn't had the chance to mourn on his own. There are moments where the smile breaks for a bit; times like when Hero is the one that immediately gets rushed to by his parents while he's just left there when the two of them fought, or after Hero saves Basil after Aubrey pushed him into the lake, and he starts wanting nothing more to do with Aubrey, thinking that she's really changed until Hero manages to convince him otherwise.

Or worst of all, in the neutral ending... where Basil lets himself go and Kel cries, finally breaking down and unable to hold back the tears this time. He asks Sunny; 'why does this keep happening to us?' in the most heartbreaking sprite in the game. He's human and has a limit, just like everyone else. And it's so cathartic when in the good ending, Kel's efforts pays off in the form of Sunny finally overcoming his demons.

Everything I said about Hero being flexible and whole? Kel is that, but cranked to 11. I absolutely adore this boy and I want him to be happy, because he deserves the world and more.

Kel is my favorite character in all of OMORI. And with that, here's the formal image of the final rankings of all these characters.

Whoo, that must've been a doozy. Sorry that got so long, and if any of my thoughts didn't make sense or are incoherent - I'm a lot better following up on things and adding to it rather than trying to formulate my own thoughts, because trying to think of stuff that people don't already say is pretty hard, eheh.

Anyways, that's my ranking of the main 6 characters from OMORI. Not ashamed to say how much I love all of them and this game, and I'm looking forward to the next time I find the energy to continue this series and divert the discussion from its core set of characters. Hope you enjoyed reading this!

Quick credit for the fanmade pic of real Mari: Some Mari portrait edits : OMORI (reddit.com)

#omori #omori sunny #omori basil #omori aubrey #omori kel #omori hero #omori mari #tier list

[graywrites5567]

Detective Trio (Poe x Ranpo x PM (neutral) reader)

since season 4 is out and I’ve already binged it all hehe I thought some cute fluff of a little mystery gang. Also just saying Ranpo has been one of my favorites from the beginning so seeing his backstory made me so happy. Might add a part two if asked… Anyways here you go filthy animals!!!!

You messaged the groupchat, “Hey fellas! A new bookstore opened up in town and they have a cafe! Please come with me I don’t want to go alone ☺️” with a small grin on your face, you pressed send. 

The phone immediately dinged as you just closed it, looking at message Ranpo was the first to respond, “Do they have sweets? If so I’m down fr” a little giggle. All that boy ever cared about was food. Poe’s response was very blend, “I wouldn’t mind going.” Typing out a reply to Ranpo’s question to make sure he won’t skip. 

“I believe they do, Ranpo. But if we are all down to go I’m available tomorrow evening.” Pressing send and placing my phone on my work desk trying to finish my latest case. Seeing as all of my mystery buddies are from different organizations some would believe it was awkward but it wasn’t, we never brought up work only books and Poe would show his new project. It felt so refreshing to have friends that share a liking with my hobbies. 

You grab your bag with files and got ready to leave. As you were leaving the warehouse, you decided to check the chat,

     5 new messages 

P - “Evening, like what time evening because I don’t want to be too early?

R - “No need to stress Poe, actually bigger question how can I get there? I hate buses and trains they’re to complicated!”

P - “I don’t have a car but maybe Ranpo we could meet up and go together via Taxi” 

R - “Yeah but we could just force (Y/N) to take us because they have a car and then we wouldn’t have to pay!!” 

P - “mm I guess we could ask but from the lack of replies they probably are finishing work.” 

“Wow these moochers” you whispered under your breath giggling  as you’re walking down the corridor to leave. “Ahem Mx. (Y/N) what’s the giggle about?” The man spoke but you didn’t want to look up and see his face. “Hello boss… nothing just a few personal thoughts…” looking at Mori’s shoes trying not to break underneath the stare he has. “Hm that’s nice. Did you finish the case I’ve assigned you?” You nodded at the boss’s question trying to finish this interaction as soon as possible. “Ah thank you I’ll take the files now then, also take tomorrow off if you already finished..” You finally made eye contact with the man and reached into your bag taking out the file. Handing it to him with a question,  “Are you sure you don’t need anything tomorrow?” It wasn’t that you like working it was that you needed the money. He nodded his head and walked off, you should have known not to question his judgment. You just walked out to your car not wanting to look stupid.

Finally in your car, you felt safe enough to answer the messages.

“Okay moochers I’ll give you two a ride, I’ll pick you up at the ADA if that’s fine with you Ranpo.” Pressing send and putting the phone in a car holder to speed out the parking lot. 

3 new messages 

P - “I am not a moocher! It wasn’t my idea to force you to drive, I asked nicely”

R - “ Yeah I’m fine with being picked up from the ADA as long as we don’t have to PAY 😈”

P - “Thank you very much 

(Y/N)” 

Being home was such a nice atmosphere, the feeling you get from coming home after working with a deadly mafia that constantly overworks and threatens you is a different type of relief. You planned on checking your phone after making dinner, showering, and getting ready for bed. But that didn’t work after you kept hearing it go off in your bedroom. Walking over and seeing new 6 messages from the chat. 

R- “Wait I FORGOT I DON’T HAVE MONEY” 

R- “POE pleaseeeee pleaseeeee pay for me I’ll pay you back”

P- “The other day you were bragging about having enough money for snacks”

R- “EXACTLY I SPENT IT ALL ON SNACKS” 

R- “IT WAS A GOOD CHOICE I HAVE NO REGRETS!”

R- “POE I KNOW YOU ARE READING MY MESSAGES!!! ANSWER ME!” 

Goodness these two boys could never get enough of their own little games. You made sure to put extra money in your wallet before going to bed for the night. Deciding what time to set your alarm and finally hitting dream land. 

  One new message 

P- “Last time you said you would pay me back, it took 5 months just to convince you to pay me back” (sent 3am)

    * The next morning *

Finally ready, you looked in your full body mirror to check your outfit. Grabbing your keys and heading out the door. Opening your sliver SUV driver door ready to head off for your trip. Starting the car, reading your mental list of everything you have to make sure you didn’t forgot anything. 

Outside the ADA office honking your horn to tell Ranpo you’re here about 5 minutes early.  Ranpo walked to the window looking at the window waving seeing you wave back. With a loud giggle from the shorter boy he says,”Come on Poe, they’re here” before the boys can leave, Dazai looks out the window seeing you hanging out your driver window. Dazai makes an ahem to catch Ranpo’s attention, “Ranpo what are you doing with a detective from the Port Mafia?” Dazai’s glare was sweet but laced with questionable intentions. “Oh (Y/N) I don’t see a problem with their occupation. I’m the world’s greatest detective I would be able to see if they had bad goals. So (Y/N), Poe, and me are going on a trip.” Ranpo set things straight and walks out with Poe. “Let’s not tell       (Y/N) about what Dazai said. My friends care about me so they have the right to ask questions, but (Y/N) shouldn’t feel as if their job affects our friendship…” Ranpo tells Poe before walking out the building to your car. 

Connecting your music to the car radio and waiting for the boys to figure out seating arrangements. Ended up in a fight and you had to pick. Ranpo in the backseat in the middle which left Poe the passenger seat. “OH Come on (Y/N) again with (fav artist) don’t you have any better taste!!!” Ranpo whined as if he didn’t compliment your music a few days ago when you sent him a song. “I think this music is quite good..” Ranpo said quietly. “WOW don’t be a suck up POE BE YOUR OWN MAN!!” Ranpo said with a grin and you couldn’t help howling with laughter.

Pulling into the parking lot of the library, which to our pleasure was mostly empty. You and Poe share a dislike for public eyes to stare. Turning off the car and hoping of the car with the boys, putting your keys into your pocket, “What genre of book are we getting first?” You say thinking really hard. “I want to look into the mystery of course” Poe said walking behind the car to be beside us. Ranpo made a face then spoke, “Maybe thriller I don’t know first I’m checking the menu” with a laugh you three walked in.

#ranpo x reader #ranpo fluff #ranpo x poe #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #bsd season 4 #bsd anime #ranpo x you

[spookyhalloweennights]

Monster Matchup: Jayce (SFW)

Well! I'm back, and slowly trying to get into the swing of things. I plan on Thursday posts being posted earlier in the day rather than later. Anyways! Here's a monster matchup! If you like my work and want to read more, check out my MASTERLIST! Requests and Matchups are temporarily CLOSED!

The first time you had met him, it was actually online in a chat room that you were using to discuss different digital artist techniques, you had posted one of your most recent drawings and asked them what it was missing. Since you couldn’t quite place your finger on it.

Jayce had been the first one to respond, suggesting adding some shading in different areas while the others had echoed the same thoughts, and after mulling it over for a while, you had taken the suggestions to mind and added shading.

Only then was the piece perfect enough to post to your account, which led to you getting a new follower, the same guy from the chat room you had been in.

You had been the one to start the conversation first, sending out a quick thank you to him to which he had responded back. Though the conversation had only seemed to go from there, it started slowly at first, one message every other day or so.

Then it turned into the two of you messaging each other constantly, whether it was while you were out at a party to tell him how it was or while he was at his job telling you about some annoying thing a coworker had said to him. Eventually he had started to share pictures with you in day to day life, and you found he had a pet cat!

Finally, you had gathered enough courage to ask him where he lived, surprisingly, he didn’t live too far from you.

Wanting to meet the person behind the screen, you had suggested meeting up, which to your surprise he had agreed. You had texted one of your friends to come along with you, and since he worked at a museum, a very public place, you had full confidence going out to meet him.

What you weren’t expecting was a 7 foot tall drider with snow white hair and red eyes to be standing in front of where you were supposed to meet the friend you had made online. You stood there shocked for a moment or two before walking up to him and introducing yourself.

He had smiled at you, and introduced himself as Jayce, or Jay for short, and then he very happily showed you and your friend around the museum, explaining all of the different exhibits and even giving you a bit of a backstage tour since he had clearance.

The stone pathway that led up to the museum was familiar to you now, as was the drider who was just starting an afternoon tour that consisted of fourth graders who really could care less about what he had to say and cared more about getting to the dinosaur exhibit. You leaned against the check in desk, the demon behind the counter had grown familiar with you and would let you come and go as you please since you were mainly here for him anyway. 

His gaze had landed on you, and a sweet smile had spread across his features as he had led the kids over to the interactive dinosaur dig site that they had set up recently since there had been an increase in schools wanting to take field trips there. The teacher had looked mildly annoyed that she had to pay attention to the kids now but Jayce strode over to you like he could have cared less. 

“I thought you were busy today?” He asked once he had reached you, he leaned down, pulling you into a hug that had made you always feel secure with him. “If I would’ve known you were coming, I would’ve scheduled the field trip for later in the day…” He huffed quietly as he pulled away. 

You merely beamed up at him in response. “Well, I thought I’d come and surprise you today, but I see that you’re busy, I could always come…-” You were cut off as Jayce had pulled you closer to him and leaned down to press a brief kiss to your lips. 

“Nonsense, in fact, since you’re here, why don’t you help me give the tour?” He suggested as he led you over to where the fourth graders were currently having the time of their lives. 

“Sure, and then we can go out for lunch!” You laughed as he rolled his eyes playfully at you. “There’s a new restaurant that opened up that we could try.” 

#spooky'swriting #monster lover #exophilia #monster x reader #monster #sfw #monster boyfriend #spookyhalloweennights #spookymatchups #drider x reader #driders #drider boyfriend #drider x human

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Remind Me, Part One

Summary: Jensen and Y/N have been drifting apart since he went to film The Boys. When a song on the radio makes him realise just how bad things are, he’s determined to fix it. The problem is he doesn’t know if Y/N wants to fix it or if it’s too little too late and it’s over between them.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, language, marital strain, brief mention of infidelity

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Okay, so this isn’t what I had in mind when I started writing this... It went super angsty, and it wasn’t my intention. That being said, I kinda like it! All mistakes are mine, but a big thank you to @jbbarnesgirl for reading this through for me! The song used is Remind Me by Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood. The lyrics are in italics.

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Looking over her reflection again, Y/N checked her makeup and hair were still flawless. Her dress draped over her frame just right, and her jewellery caught the light, sparkling and shining as brightly as the night stars. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She was ready.

Jensen’s new co-stars were in Austin for SXSW, and she wanted her first meeting with them to be perfect. He spoke so highly of them and knew they’d helped him immensely with the stress of a new role and his initial homesickness when he moved to Toronto.

Grabbing her purse, she took one final look in the mirror and forced a smile to her lips. She was getting good at that. She loves her life; loves her husband, but recently, she feels like he doesn’t love her anymore. Something had shifted in Toronto, and they were like ships passing in the night most days. It saddened her that she’d been surprised Jensen had even thought to invite her tonight.

Walking downstairs, she saw Jensen scrolling on his phone, waiting for her. Her heels clacking on the hardwood floor caught his attention, and he glanced up. His jaw went slack, and his gaze softened, and at that moment, Y/N felt a little bit of hope for their marriage blooming in her chest, but so much still had to be ironed out between them.

“What do you think?” Y/N asked, twirling around. “Will I do?” she smiled shyly.

“You more than do, sweetheart. Don’t ever think otherwise. You look beautiful,” Jensen smiled, stepped towards her and kissed her cheek, careful not to smudge her lipstick. “Ready to go?” At her nod, he held his arm out for her to hold and led them to the car waiting for them in the driveway.

Jensen helped her into the vehicle and shut her door before slipping around the back and into the seat next to her. He glanced over at her, transfixed by the way the sunset colours graced her hair and skin, making her glow. She was gazing out the window, watching the world pass by, and he felt a pang in his chest.

He didn’t know when she started walking on eggshells around him, and he could feel her slowly pull away. He knows it’s his fault; she’d been infinitely patient with him when he was filming The Boys. Due to the pandemic, they couldn’t travel to see each other, and there could be no weekend visits home. He’d been gone for six months straight.

Jensen did his best to keep a regular schedule of phone calls and FaceTime, but as filming amped up, he took to texting her whenever he could. Then it was the toll of portraying a dark character that took hold of him, and he found himself texting even less. Sometimes going days only responding to her messages with emojis. What he regretted most was that when life started to get back to normal up there, he began choosing a social life with his new friends instead of going home and calling his wife.

The thing was, he thought about her constantly; talked about her constantly, and no other woman held any kind of interest for him. He didn’t know why it was so hard to talk to her. There was so much guilt. She missed him terribly, and Jensen could tell when she was close to her breaking point, but she’d keep her voice upbeat and smile regardless.

For his sake, she tried to hide her real feelings from him. But he knew. He was her husband; of course, he knew. That hurt him deeply, and yet, he didn’t make an effort to try harder, and the longer it went on, the harder it was to talk to her, and the more it became inappropriate to have such a discussion over the phone.

When he came home, she was knee-deep in projects. The brewery, redecorating the house, working hard on their production company. He wasn’t much better. As soon as he was home, he immediately started looking for new roles and threw himself into work too, and somehow, despite her running straight into his arms when he got home and the sweet love they made all night, they seemed to keep drifting further apart.

They were always in different places, working on different things, flying to different cities, spending less and less time together, and even less speaking to one another. It got to the point when they were in the house at the same time, they didn’t know what to say to each other. Their conversations were terse. After the obligatory ‘how are you’, in which they both answered with a half-hearted ‘fine’, all they talked about was work or something that needed doing around the house. It was as if they’d forgotten how to be a couple. Be husband and wife. Lovers.

Oh, he wanted to. He always did, but it didn’t feel right initiating sex when he could barely say two words to her. And he knew it was his fault. Y/N hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d stopped calling her when he was in another city for six months, he’d stopped texting, and he’d shut her out long before she started doing it to him. Now, he didn’t know how to get her back.

“Excuse me?” Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Yes, ma’am?” The driver asked his eyes on hers through the rear-view mirror.

“If you don’t mind, could you turn the radio up a little? I love this song,” she smiled, and it was a beautiful sight. One he hadn’t seen in a long time. A genuine one, too, not the fake one she usually had plastered on every day.

“Of course, ma’am,” he nodded and turned the volume up on the opening notes of what was unmistakably a country song, and Jensen smiled. They both had a soft spot for country music.

We didn’t care if people stared We’d make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody’d tell us to get a room It’s hard to believe that was me and you

He didn’t know this song, and the words cut through him like a knife. There was a time when Jared and Misha always told them to get a room.

Now we keep saying that we’re okay But I don’t wanna settle for good not great I miss the way that it felt back then I wanna feel that way again

They were great once, and he desperately hoped they could be again. He just needed to take a long, hard look at himself and decide what he wanted to say to her. An apology, definitely, but he also had to find a way to describe how he felt back in Toronto and how it made him shut down a little just to get through some of the fucked up shit he had to film.

Been so long that you’d forget The way I used to kiss your neck Remind me Remind me

He glanced at her again and watched as she sang along quietly. The lyrics made him focus on the pulse point on her neck. The noise she makes when he sucks the skin there… it made him weak in the knees just thinking about it.

So on fire, so in love Way back when we couldn’t get enough Remind me Remind me

Jensen was stunned that the words he was hearing could’ve been specifically about them. He wondered if that’s why she liked this song so much. Did it give her solace that one day soon, they’d finally speak of the elephant in the room?

Remember the airport dropping me off We were kissing goodbye and we couldn’t stop I felt bad ‘cause you missed your flight But that meant we had one more night

Y/N was from Vancouver. That’s where her family were, where she used to work, and where they’d met. She used to travel down to Austin to visit during hiatus, and more than once, she missed her flight home. The pang was back as he suddenly remembered that she’d moved to Austin permanently to be with him just before they married, and not long after that, the world shut down.

She gave up everything to be with him, her family, her friends, her job. All for him. Y/N had known very few people in Austin and didn’t know how to navigate the city, and yet, she loved him so much that she was prepared to give up everything for him. And what had he done in return? Made her feel even more isolated.

Do you remember how it used to be? We’d turn out the lights and we didn’t just sleep Remind me Remind me

Oh, he remembered. He remembered those days all too well, even if they hadn’t had them in six or seven months. They were at one point insatiable, and most nights before they went to sleep, they’d have a little play time with each other before they fell asleep satisfied and content in each other’s arms. Now he was lucky if she didn’t sleep at the very edge of the bed, as far away from him as she could be.

Oh, so on fire, so in love That look in your eyes that I miss so must Remind me Baby remind me

Y/N always commented on how he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. And she was. She is. The only one he wants anyway. He can’t believe he let things get this bad. All because he was too scared to tell the love of his life that he knew he’d fucked up and was sorry.

I wanna feel that way I wanna hold you close Oh, if you still love me Don’t just assume I know

If you still love me. That one line had him almost breaking down in tears. He hoped she wasn’t questioning his love for her, but he knew it was unlikely. He’d given her no indication that he still loved her. Wanted her. The thought that he could lose her if he didn’t do something… anything to fix this hit him like a damn freight train. He needed to start this discussion now, but he couldn’t. They’d be pulling up to the restaurant any minute.

Oh, baby remind me Remind me Oh, yeah

Oh, do you remember the way it felt You mean back when we couldn’t control ourselves Remind me Yeah remind me

He knew what he needed to do, but later. Once they were home and had all night to talk and cry it all out. He was supposed to meet with an Executive Producer about another pilot for their company first thing in the morning, but that could wait. Everything was going to wait until he fixed this. He needed to remind her that nothing was more important than her.

All those things that you used to do That made me fall in love with you Remind me Oh, baby remind me

Jensen reached across the space between them and took one of her fidgeting hands in his. Y/N tensed for a minute before clasping her fingers with his. And that hurt. Out of everything he’d thought about on this car ride—realised from a damn country song no less—the fact she hadn’t expected him to take her hand, give her that small, intimate gesture of affection and comfort that he used to give her constantly, shattered his heart completely.

Yeah, you’d wake up in my old t-shirt All those mornings I was late for work Remind me Oh, baby remind me

Oh, baby remind me Baby remind me

Jensen was going to fix this. Well, he was going to try. He wouldn’t be surprised if she told him where to go. If she couldn’t forgive him and left his sorry ass, he’d accept that. It was his fault, after all. He deserved it.

The last thing he thought before he spoke was the image of her climbing out of their bed and putting on his shirt to cover her modesty as she went to the kitchen to start the coffee machine and make breakfast for him. And once again, just like the song said, he was always late for work those mornings.

“Can we talk later, once we’re home?” Jensen said as he looked over at his wife shyly. Y/N looked at him, her big eyes hard to read, another thing he hated. He used to be able to know what she was thinking or feeling without her saying a word. Either he’d lost that closeness with her, or she was doing it on purpose.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she smiled sadly.

Neither of them knew what would be said or how it would end, but he’d opened that line of communication between them and had to let the cards fall where they may.

Jensen unlocked the door, pushing it open and letting her enter first. Locking it behind them, he smiled as she walked down the hall, removing the heels that had no doubt been pinching her feet all night. Y/N truly looked stunning tonight. She shone so brightly at the restaurant, laughing and joking with his co-stars, winning them all over. Several of them told her that Jensen constantly talked about her, adding that everything he said hadn’t done her justice.

When he caught up with her, she’d pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge. They hadn’t had much to drink tonight, wanting to be as sober as possible for what was to come. “Do you want a glass? Or can I get you something else?” she asked him as he sat at the kitchen island, and she opened the cabinet to pull down a wine glass.

“Uh, yeah. Wine would be great,” Jensen swallowed harshly, his mouth as dry as the desert and palms getting clammy the closer they got to this conversation. “You look beautiful tonight, sweetheart,” he smiled as she walked over to the island with a glass in each hand.

“Thank you, Jensen,” Y/N looked down shyly and bit her lip at the compliment.

Jensen expected her to sit opposite him, so when she filled the glasses, put the bottle back in the fridge and moved to sit on the stool beside him, he could’ve cried in relief that she didn’t feel the need to have a three-foot marble barrier between them.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Jensen blurted out. “I don’t know what came over me this past year, and I have no excuse or explanation to justify any of it. I don’t want it to. What I did was wrong, and if I could take it back, I would.”

“What happened up there?” Y/N asked, concern furrowing her brow.

“When I first got up there, and it kinda sunk in that I wouldn’t see you for months, and I didn’t know anyone there, it hit me so hard. It took me a while to settle,” Jensen glanced up, saw her full attention was on him, and nodded. Y/N knew this part. She helped him through this part.

“When filming started, I settled in with everyone and the new set, new routines,” she knew all this too, but he didn’t want to skip over anything. “At first, it was sheer exhaustion that made me miss calls. I’d go home, crash on the couch, not even eat.”

Y/N took a long sip from her glass. He scanned her face and body language, looking for any hint of what was going through her mind, but there was nothing. She was listening, sure, but her walls were up, and she was giving nothing away.

“Then, there were the workouts and the relentless choreography for fight scenes, stunts, and long filming hours, and the exhaustion got worse. After that, the scenes we shot got darker and darker and yeah, I did more than a few of those in Supernatural, but this… It was constant. It took a huge toll on me mentally, and whenever I spoke to you, you were so stressed with work and the businesses. I knew how much you missed me, how upset you were, and I didn’t want to burden you with my shit. I couldn’t put that on you too. Not when everything you were already feeling was my fault.”

“Jensen,” Y/N almost whispered.

“God, the guilt! I’m your husband. I’m supposed to be there to take care of you. Protect you. And I hurt you in so many ways, and the harder it got talking to you, the easier it got to just… not call.”

“I’m your wife, Jensen. Regardless of my issues, I’m supposed to be the one you lean on. Which by the way, what I was going through was nothing compared to what you had going on. We’re supposed to be a team. We’re supposed to talk about the hard stuff and work through it together. I moved to another country to be with you, and you left me alone, and I don’t just mean physically. I was here in this goddamn huge house with no one. I think you forget my family and friends are in Canada. I gave up everything for you, and I didn’t even get a daily phone call from the one person I should be able to rely on! The one person who should be relying on me!” she sobbed.

“I know,” Jensen breathed. Y/N was angry, and he knew he deserved every bit of her anger. Still, at least she was talking to him and letting her walls down. Letting him back in. “Baby, I’m not proud of it, and I’m not excusing it. I told myself it was to protect you. And myself. But it was selfish and unkind of me to do that to you.”

“Unkind? Jensen, it was cruel,” Y/N stated. Jensen’s brow furrowed in despair, and tears sprang to his eyes. “Did you know I thought you were cheating on me?” Those words were a knife to his heart.

“What? Baby, no! No, never! I’d never! How could you even think that?” The thought never crossed his mind to cheat. He’d never, ever do something like that to her. Or anyone. The idea that she would think that never once entered his thought process when he was in Toronto. That slap in the face served as a massive wake-up call for him.

“How could I not? All the signs were there, Jensen,” she scoffed. “You were in another country. You were avoiding me, dodging my calls, shutting me out, lying to me.”

“Lying? What do you mean?” This was news to him.

“One day, when you actually answered my call, I asked what you were doing that night. You told me nothing. You were tired and going home. Going straight to bed. And you know what I see on Instagram the next morning? The whole cast was in a bar, celebrating Erin’s birthday, and you were the life and soul of the fucking party. I didn’t know why you thought you couldn’t tell me you were going out. Unless you were having an affair.”

Jensen didn’t even remember having that conversation with her and could find no words of comfort for her. She was right. What he did to her was cruel. “You never said anything,” his voice was barely a whisper.

“Yeah, well, after that, you stopped calling me and never answered any of mine, so how could I?” Y/N fumed as she stepped off the stool.

“Baby, please!” Jensen begged. “Sit down so we can talk about this.”

“I need a minute,” she fired back, walking towards the stairs and disappearing up to their far too cold bedroom.

Y/N went into their ensuite, locking the door behind her. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, she finally let the tears fall. She understood that he was in a bad place. They’d watched both seasons of The Boys. It was fucked up, and that was putting it politely. What upset her most was that he felt he couldn’t talk to her about it, and what did that say about her as a wife?

Wiping her face, she stood up and walked to the sink. Scoffing at her ruined makeup, she opened the drawer and pulled out her cleansers, meticulously scrubbing at her skin, feeling like she was talking off her armour. Staring at herself in the mirror, skin red and eyes puffy, she asked herself if she could forgive him.

Stripping out of her dress and underwear, she returned to the master bedroom and pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a flannel that was Jensen’s. Taking a few deep breaths, she returned downstairs, needing to finish this conversation with her husband.

Now barefoot, he didn’t hear her come down the stairs or her footsteps approaching on the hardwood floor. Jensen’s head was in his hands, and Y/N thought she could hear him sniffling. His attention was brought to her presence when she opened the fridge, pulled out the wine bottle, and refilled both glasses before sitting next to him.

“I swear to you, there was no one else. I understand if you don’t believe me, but it’s true,” Jensen spoke quietly, his voice deeper with emotion.

“I believe you,” her response was so quiet he barely heard it.

“You do?” he checked, sighing deeply in relief. “Thank you.”

“You understand why I thought there was, right?” she checked. “If the shoe was on the other foot, and I did to you what you were doing to me, what would you think was going on?” Y/N’s voice was stern, the walls going back up to protect her heart. “Not to mention how tense things have been since you came home. We live in the same house and barely see each other, Jensen.”

“I know, and I want to change that. I can’t live like this anymore. I need my wife by my side. I need her support and her encouragement,” Jensen admitted.

“You always had it, Jay,” she sighed, defeated. “You just chose not to let me give it to you, and that hurts. I need time to think about everything. Thank you for finally talking to me and explaining what was going on, but it’s taken you all this time to talk to me about it, and I don’t know if I can forgive that. I don’t know if I can stay with you and trust that the same thing won’t happen on the next job you take,” Y/N explained tearfully.

“Y/N, please!” Jensen begged. “I love you so much! I can’t…”

“I just need some time to think. You’ve lost my trust, Jensen. And that’s something I never expected from you. I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight. Give us both some space,” she told him.

“Y/N/N, baby… I need you to know that I love you. Always,” Jensen’s voice wavered, his own emotions bubbling over at what he prayed to God wasn’t going to be a permanent goodbye.

“Good night, Jay.” Y/N stood, grabbed her full wine glass, and headed down the hall to the guest bedroom.

Part Two

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It’s crazy ironic how you go on and on about how “Penelope stans call Eloise a white feminist/criticise her/etc to bring up their fav (Penelope)” when literally all u do is criticise Penelope as a half baked attempt at defending Eloise.

Let me be clear - I am not a Penelope fan. I do not like her, and I fully agree with your criticisms of her. That said, it’s ridiculous how pretty much ur only method of responding to Eloise crit is by bringing up things Penelope has done. Like, they are two different people. Penelope’s bad behaviour does not in fact have any bearing on how Eloise should be examined.

And all this while constantly complaining about the same damn thing u urself are doing ??? Insane levels of hypocrisy honestly

You know, I went a good chunk of the summer without getting any obnoxious anon messages. But all good things must come to an end, and of course, the peace would end over Regency Era Perez Hilton. So let's get into this anon.

If you've read my blog you'll see that my issues with Penelope Featherington pre-date her falling out with Eloise. I've said I think she punches down quite a lot. I've said I find it wildly unethical that her stans call what she does "reporting" because reporters have ethics, editors, a responsibility to fact-check, and ways of being held accountable if/when we get something wrong. When you're hiding behind a pseudonym and printing whispers and rumors as fact, with no way of verifying if it's truth that's just not happening. Additionally, at the end of season one after the reveal I posted that I didn't think Penelope's hurt feelings over an unrequited crush were as serious as the threat facing Marina as an unmarried pregnant girl (google fallen women, they tend not to live long). I don't think that Colin deserved to be tricked, but given the alternatives of a lifetime of poverty or being married off to a creep twice your age who approaches an engagement the same way a person purchases a horse, I understand why the desperate 17-year-old pursued the boy her own age who she knew would at least treat her well. Not only that, but I said I found it gross that she was smiling in Marina's face while having exposed her secret in the cruelest way possible.

Here's another Eloise-free critique of Penelope, she's the worst kind of mean girl, the kind with a victim complex who wants to do nasty things while still being seen as an angel who can do no wrong. Do you want another criticism of Penelope that has nothing to do with Eloise? I think it's icky that she mocked Kate for being a spinster and called one of the few Indian women on this show a beast. I heard that was in the books too, but fun fact, Black and brown people being compared to or flat-out called animals has a racist history and present. Despite the "Penelope woman of the working class people" song and dance, I pointed out that she's trying to stay in Madame Delacroix’s good graces because she can blow the whistle on her.

I've said, it annoys me that people behave as if Penelope's crush being unrequited is a terrible hardship that justifies all her misdeeds, when Colin has never been cruel to her about romantic feelings he doesn't know are there. Contrary to Penelope stans version of history he hasn't tried to lead her on or hurt her, he treats her like a friend and nothing more. In Queen Charlotte, I said it was a dick move to needle the Queen about her lack of heirs during her granddaughter's funeral.

Now, you're saying that I only use Eloise to criticize Penelope, but not only is that untrue it's devoid of context. I only started comparing Eloise and Penelope because after their falling out Penelope's stans started saying that Eloise was a privileged white feminist as a reason that Penelope's actions weren't wrong and why she had no right to feel betrayed. Eloise's feminism is flawed, there's a lot she hasn't considered because she's been sheltered. ICYMI, I pointed out that she failed to understand that due to their class differences, Theo was in more danger than she was because he didn't have a rich family nor the protection that comes with her surname. I even agreed with Theo getting frustrated with her because due to class he is vulnerable in a way she is not. Furthermore, when Penelope stans say Eloise is an entitled white feminist it's not really about what Eloise has done, it's said in service of absolving Penelope of any wrongdoing. I've pointed out that it's said as if in comparison Penelope is Audre Lorde and hasn't been almost as privileged as Eloise up until her father died.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Who acts like more of an entitled white feminist. The girl who is ignorant or the girl slut shaming other women and notably hurting women of color for her own selfish gain? Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony would be proud. Sure, it's despicable that they used racism to gain support for women's suffrage and threw Fredrick Douglas under the bus, still wanting voting rights is less selfish than wanting the high and financial gain that comes with running an anonymous burn book.

Call me a hypocrite if you want but I've got the receipts to show I started criticizing Penelope way before she fell out with Eloise. And frankly, it's hypocritical of you not to realize that my Eloise and Penelope comparisons are a response to the "Eloise crit" that are just thinly layered Penelope apologism and revisionist history.

Have the day you deserve anon.

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Morning. PT 2

xiao x gn!reader. || Angst to fluff || pt 1 A/n: thank you for the support on pt 1! It makes me so happy to see people liked it on my first post back. I might try to make another fic tonight before my exams next week.

A few days had passed since you last saw Xiao that one day. You didn’t reply to his text while you had stayed at your friend’s house. Over the few days, you hoped he would have said something. The longer you waited constantly checking his contact. Would he say he missed you? Would he beg for you to come back? The thoughts filled your head and soon his response was your only concern. Then the days passed. The time spent waiting got longer and your hope started to dwindle. By the end of day 4 while lying in bed you thought, maybe we really should just break it off. The next morning you checked the time on your phone. The clock read 10:27. But an unexpected notification was under it. Your hands started to get sweaty, and to your surprise, a text was there.

Two new text messages from Xiao.

Let’s meet up. Meet me at XXXX. 

I need to talk to you.

You didn’t even have to think before leaving.

You quickly dressed, trying to look nice but not too nice as if you were looking forward to seeing him. The walk to meet him felt so long. It was only 5 mins but it felt like time had slowed, letting your thoughts linger. Is he going to Break up with me? I mean it’s to be expected. You both haven’t gotten along for months and it was tiring. But you still had a small spark of hope. You stood there at the park entrance waiting, looking around as all the couples interacted with each other. You felt a tap on your shoulder. “I- er uh… just- just follow me.” All you could respond to him with was a small nod. At that moment when you looked at him, he looked like he was doing fine. No signs on his body that showed he even struggled when you left. Did he even care? 

The walk through the park was awkward. There was an obvious tension between the two of you. The silence didn’t help either. “…so are you just going to pretend nothing happened?” He stopped walking and looked back at you. “No okay just- let me explain okay?” You nodded in response. “We had gone out to celebrate getting the best grade, and we had gone drinking. You know I normally don’t drink but they were pushing me. I got drunk and one of the girls there started being pushy and- and then she kissed me.” Your heart sank. You wanted to get out and leave. What did this even have to do with how he was treating you? Was he cheating this whole time? You went to turn away but he pulled you into his arms and rested his head on your shoulder. You could feel his hands start to shake while he hugged you. “I didn’t come home because I was so ashamed. I didn’t push back and I don’t know why. I didn’t like it though. The kiss I mean.” His breath quickened as he started to cry on your shoulder. Tears staining the jacket you were wearing. “Yes I know this doesn’t excuse the way I’ve been treating you but I love you. I- love you so much just please don’t leave me. I’ll be better for you. Please just… don’t leave me.” You were overwhelmed with all the emotions coming at you. Heartbreak and then suddenly happiness? He hasn’t said he loved you in weeks. Maybe he was struggling. A shell of him moving on with his life as if his mind was somewhere else. You started to cry as well. You whispered to him what you had been feeling this whole time. He started to squeeze you tighter, apologizing for his behavior. 

The pieces of your heart that had broken had finally started to fit together again.

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Hello<3 may I request Mello x fem reader fluff/comforting hcs of him comforting reader because he’s been so busy and not making any time for her? Also can reader have a very sweet and caring personality to the point she didn’t even confront Mello about it instead someone had to point it out for him to realize?<3

Hiii! <3 Omg I love talking to y'all. And yes ofc I can!!! Quick question tho: Are you the same Mello anon as the one I just posted? :O

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Content: Mello x Fem!Reader

Warnings: neglect from Mello's end, but it gets sorted out :3

Notes: I finally finished my homework, so I hope this doesn't display how absolutely braindead I am from homework rn lol

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Sighing to yourself as you scroll through the messages you last sent Mello, detailing how you wished his day would go okay, that you loved him and offered your support if he needed it. Although, with how silent he'd been recently, you doubted he needed it.

He hadn't responded to you in three days. And before that, a simple "okay." And before that? More days of radio silence. He hadn't even read your messages. You'd been with him long enough to spot the signs of his life getting too hectic and busy to keep up with you.

But, as you read through your messages to him, you'd noticed you gradually sent less and less. You were sad that Mello wasn't replying, or even attempting to reach out to you or make it up to you...had he stopped caring?

'No,' You thought. 'He'd tell me if he did...'

But what if he didn't? What if he figured this was the easiest way? A shuddering sigh made its way out of your mouth at the thought, and so you opted to just close out of the text conversation all together.

"No, no, stop that...he'll...he'll get back to me eventually." You rested your head back against the couch. "Right...?"

Sitting by yourself for a moment, you pondered what to do now. You didn't want to text Mello again in fear of getting in the way of something. Looking towards the window, you noticed the sun was setting. This would be prime time for Mello's group to act on whatever devious plan they may or may not have set. It wasn't a good idea to text him right now anyways.

A ping came from your phone, and you felt your heart skip a beat in excitement. Was it Mello?! You opened your phone, but your smile fell as you saw it was your friend, Ike, instead.

Ike: Hey (Y/n), wanna hit the town with me tonight? :3

(Y/n): Couldn't hurt. Stuck at home doing nothing.

Ike: Again? Where's that blonde bombshell of yours?

(Y/n): No clue

Ike: Oh :( Well, I'll come pick you up in an hour for dinner and drinks, alright?

(Y/n): Thanks, Ike. See you soon.

You figured it was okay to do this. It wasn't like Mello was around to say no. Even if he was, who was he to tell you no? Cleaning yourself up to look at least a little decent for a night out, you waited patiently for Ike. While constantly checking your phone for any sign of Ike or Mello. Mello still hadn't read your messages, which hurt, but you were forced to brush it off.

Finally, Ike texted you that he was outside, and you promptly left your apartment. He brought you to a nice bar and grill, the both of you catching up and talking about your respective relationships. Once Ike finished telling you about his plans to propose to his boyfriend, he asked you again about Mello.

"Oh, we're fine." Shrugging it off with a small smile, you took a sip of your wine. "He's just been a little busy is all."

Ike's own smile fell a bit. "Y'know, he's been a little more um...busy than usual. Every time I text you these days, he seems to not be around."

"Everything's fine, Ike. Just work dragging him away again." You chuckled lightly. "Now, back to this proposal of yours..."

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Matt and Mello were finally done for the night, riding back home on Mello's motorcycle. Stopping at a stoplight, Mello kept his eyes on the light, itching for it to turn green.

"Um, Mello?" Matt mumbled.

"What?"

"Look." Matt pointed to the restaurant next to them.

Mello turned to look, and saw you and Ike sitting in the restaurant. It made Mello's chest tighten up in jealousy, but he had to remind himself that Ike was with someone.

"So? It's her friend. Whatever."

"But what if Ike and his boyfriend broke up?"

"No, she'd tell me."

"Would she? I mean, you haven't been giving her any attention lately."

"What do you mean? Been giving her plenty of fuckin' attention." Mello grunts.

"Really? Dude, check your messages."

Sighing, Mello dragged his phone out, wondering why the light was taking so long to change. Of course, he saw missed texts from you. But they were less than they were usually. You'd only texted him once today, and yesterday only three texts remained. The day before, four of them.

"Better be careful, she might be losing interest from your neglect..." Matt whistled.

Looking back up at the two of you in the restaurant, Mello growled again. Once the light finally turned, he revved his bike before riding away.

"Wha-" Matt turned to watch the restaurant disappear quickly behind them. "What are you doing?! Don't you want her?"

"I do! But I'm dropping you off first!"

Matt sighed, secretly disappointed. He wanted to see how Mello would worm his way back into your heart.

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When you and Ike were leaving, you felt a little sad to be going home alone again, even if the ride back home would still be in Ike's presence.

"Hey, are you sure you're alright? You can spend the night with me and Cameron if you'd like." Ike offered a small smile.

"Thanks, but...I don't wanna intrude." You gave another small smile, even though you wanted to.

"Oh, you wouldn't be-" Ike started, genuinely trying to comfort you.

"She said no." Mello sneered, stepping into the dim light outside the restaurant.

"Mello?" You perked up.

"Hey. I um...I need to talk to you."

That made your heart drop to your stomach. This is when he breaks up with you, right? Ike looked down at you before patting your shoulder and walking into the parking lot. However, he wasn't going to drive away, in case Mello really did leave you and you needed a ride home.

"Look, I um..."

You looked down at the ground. "Just get it over with already, Mello..."

"Huh?"

"You're breaking up with me, right?"

"What? No! I'm trying to apologize for not being around lately!" Mello grabbed your shoulders, then dropped his volume. "Who said I was breaking up with you? I'll kill them!"

"No, calm down, nobody did. I just assumed..."

"Oh. No. Baby, I love you. I'm...I'm really, really sorry that I haven't been able to get back to you or see you often lately. Work's been dragging me down, swamping me and forcing me to make it my first priority."

When Mello was sure you weren't going to say anything, he continued, pulling you closer.

"I should have texted you more, let you know what was going on...I didn't even know how much I was neglecting you until Matt pointed you out in this restaurant tonight. I'm really, really sorry. And I...I can understand if you can't forgive me."

"Mello..." You sighed. "Just...please make sure to at least let me know you're okay, just busy?"

"I will, I promise, anything you want." Mello put his hands on your cheeks.

"Alright..." You put your hands on his wrists. "Alright, I forgive you."

Mello kissed you before leading you to his motorcycle, helping you get situated before driving off. Ike smiled softly at the sight before driving home himself.

Once you and Mello got home, you moved to the couch to sit, but Mello stopped you.

"What are you doing?"

"You've got some other work, right?" You were so used to his busy schedule now, you just kind of assumed.

"No. Tonight's all about you, hon." Mello wrapped an arm around your shoulder, dragging you to your shared bed.

Mello spooned you in the bed, placing chaste kisses along your cheek, neck, and shoulder. His hands resting at your stomach, fiddling with your shirt as he tells you all the shit that went down over the few weeks.

After he finished, he then told you about stupid shit Matt did, and Mello reveled in your tired laugh. Moving you to face him, he laid on top of you, looking into your eyes before leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

You, of course, returned the kiss, and smiled comfortingly at Mello when he pulled away.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Mello."

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