#sorry for barfing a bunch of words at you

[nickthetoony]

I've been in a prolonged Star Wars mood recently which has coincided with me getting deep into Gundam so I've been comparing and contrasting their different approaches to similar ideas a lot, and I thought I might as well lay it all out in writing to get it out of my head.

I'm specifically comparing Star Wars to UC Gundam, starting with the original Gundam which for context began airing in 1978, after A New Hope but before Empire Strikes Back. You can see a bit of A New Hope's visual influence in some aspects of Gundam.

Both series prominently feature a laser sword of some description. "Lightsabers" in SW and "Beam Sabers" in Gundam. Other than the obvious difference of Beam Sabers being in scale with 18 meter tall mechs, there's also the difference in that the lightsaber is made out to be an elegant weapon, harkening back to a nostalgic imagining of knights and samurai, before the invention of less honorable firearms with future stories ascribing a deep cultural significance of the lightsaber to the people that made them.

The Gundam Beam Saber is in comparison a very utilitarian tool in a Mobile Suit's arsenal, usually carried right alongside rifles and bazookas. It still invokes a little bit of that knightly image, but the fact that it's usually used as a last resort weapon of desperation hampers the idea of it being a weapon of elegance or honorable combat. In a way they're more like real swords in that they're sidearms you only pull out in a battlefield when all your other options are unavailable.

Another superficial similarity they share is their masked villains, I don't think it's a stretch to assume that Char Aznable was inspired a little bit by Darth Vader. Of course, since Gundam was pre-Empire, when so much of Vader hadn't been established yet and his most notable trait was having a cool costume, the two ended up diverging into wildly different characters.

Char is a pretty young man who uses a mask to cover his identity and Vader is old and scarred and needs the mask to breathe. Vader is the main character's father and Char is completely unrelated to his main character until they meet face to face late in the show. In a way Char is kind of more similar to Kylo Ren being masked pretty boys with daddy issues though again their arcs end up wildly diverging. Kylo and Vader both end up "redeemed" but Char isn't really the kind of character who can or should be redeemed.

Somewhat related to the above, both Gundam and Star Wars have enemy factions who are meant to invoke Nazi Germany. Star Wars' invocation of German fascism (at least in the movies) is a lot more nebulous than Gundam's, communicating this analogy through visual reference to Nazi iconography while leaving the actions of the Empire more broadly as just general cartoon bad guy stuff.

The way Gundam compares the Principality of Zeon and the Nazis is a lot more specific and a lot more direct. The way the Zeon arms race plays out in the original is a direct parallel to the real-life Nazi wunderwaffen projects, where the Third Reich's internal friction and investments in ludicrous super weapons ended up costing them more than they gained, contributing to their eventual defeat. Gundam also takes place in our future (or atleast a future envisioned in 1978) so the real Nazis existed in this world and Hitler is brought up as a direct comparison to the original show's big bad.

(Writing this out, I had the thought that you could draw the same comparison between the Death Star and the wunderwaffen program, but idk if Star Wars itself has ever drawn that comparison.)

Another point of comparison is that both series heavily feature mystical, psychic powers inspired by the spiritualist movements of the day. The Force for Star Wars and Newtypes for Gundam. The Force is cribbing a lot aesthetically from eastern spiritualism while Gundam takes a lot more from the visual ideas of psychedelia.

The Force is far more concrete and straightforward than Newtype-ism. A magic energy field that can be used to perform great feats of power, and which has birthed two established sects of thought that are both treated as ancient. Force users are also clearly demarcated into Good and Evil camps, with specific powers and abilities locked behind a character's individual morality.

Newtypes in Gundam are very different from Sith or Jedi though. Rather than representing an ancient struggle of good vs evil, Newtypes represent a supposed evolution of the human soul, when humanity can communicate to each other psychically in an era where miscommunication is impossible. Supposedly.

Because whereas in Star Wars, the conflict of the Force is one of primordial good and evil, the conflict of the Newtype is one of heightened spiritualist ideas butting up against the mundane reality of different people operating under different and conflicting motivations. There aren't dark or light side Newtypes in the way that Force users are categorized, all of them share the core ability to bridge physical limitations to understand each other on a deep intimate level, but does that matter when their material conditions are inherently at odds? What happens when two people understand each other perfectly and they still have to fight and kill each other?

My last point of comparison is between the two "heroes" of both series. Luke Skywalker and Amuro Ray.

In a way, they're very similar characters. Both start out as young boys living relatively comfortable-if boring lives who are Called To Adventure and eventually awaken to their special powers to become great soldiers of their respective wars. Both are defined by the legacy of their fathers. Both are coming of age stories.

Where I find the comparison between them very interesting is the comparison of Luke at the end of his character arc (in The Last Jedi) and Amuro at the end of his (in Char's Counterattack). Luke in TLJ is a sad disillusioned old man who has failed in his attempt to rebuild the order that had been entrusted to him and who has stagnated into a miserable grandpa. For many longtime fans of the character this was a shock, and apparently for a lot of people felt like a disappointing betrayal. Because Luke was the Hero of The Rebellion, the Return of The Jedi. He was brave, and true, and more than just a normal man. So to see him so impotent felt wrong for many people.

I find it interesting that Amuro (subtler than Luke) also ends up in a similar spot, but in a way that feels far more appropriate to his character and to the tone of the narrative.

Because Amuro was not a hero. He was a child forced to become a soldier far younger than he should've been. Pressured by the dire, apocalyptic world surrounding him and the societal pressures of masculinity that hound him. Luke's inheritance from his father was a Lightsaber. A weapon of a great shining order which eventually was mutated by the Disney movies into a sort of Excalibur wielded only by the worthy virtuous heroes. Amuro's inheritance was the Gundam, the Devil's Machine, the first in a long line of military weapons, the image of which would haunt him for the rest of his tragically short life.

Amuro had at one point been a war hero, then a rebel fighting against the corrupt and self-interested Federation that had eagerly turned him into a human weapon. But his childhood of violence eventually left him no choice but to be subsumed into the military hierarchy he had at one point attempted to break free of. In terms of combat skill, Amuro was the best of the best by the end of his arc, but he had failed in every other regard. His Newtype abilities, once seen as a gateway to a future without misunderstandings, were now honed for violence. His final words ones of dumb confusion as he failed to understand the feelings of his enemy.

Luke gets the benefit of a Rey. The ability to once again become heroic and good and brave, to inhabit the comforting role of a gallant knight. And this step in his characterization is still met with confused hostility by most viewers. Amuro does not receive a similar luxury. He dies young and suddenly, with only the suggestion that his actions will eventually make things better, but it feels right with his character even for how unsatisfying it is.

Again, I don't know if I really have a coherent point with this post. Apologies if you've read this far and felt like I have wasted your time. For now, I think my main conclusion is that it's interesting to see how two different kinds of science fiction (heroic science-fantasy VS military sci-fi) approach similar ideas. I think the reason Luke's arc in TLJ fails for many is that the story of the original trilogy was fundamentally unfit to handle it. It's tacking on an unsatisfying tragedy onto a conventional, simple Hero's Journey rather than building on the foundation of societal critique the way Gundam does with Amuro.

Anyway. Bye.

#star wars #gundam #luke skywalker #amuro ray #meta analysis #comparison #spoilers for both series #long post #sorry for barfing a bunch of words at you

[sgiandubh]

From barf bag to pity party

The whole 'Kick in the hornets' nest' involuntary series was started by this Anon, received by the de facto leader of the Disgruntled Tumblrettes yesterday evening (in Europe):

The next morning, another Anon chimed in, on the same page, with what prompted the First Kick: S has a child with 'a woman', but God forbid, not with C 🤣🤣🤣.

And then, one of their group felt the need (then the clearly irritated urge) to come back and comment on the above Anon. No less than 5 (five!) long and plethoric comments were written, prompting my Second and Third Kicks - as you all know, the woman practically begged for them.

I feel it's time to show some mercy and draw the line here.

This blog is read (and trusted) by many. Comments were received. Very interesting, matter-of-fact submissions, to say the least. You know: FACTS (🤣🤣🤣). People who have rich and full and loving lives, people who travel. People who don't even agree on many things, yet spontaneously concurred on what things very probably looked like, on that Palm Sunday morning.

Exhibit 1: Mom and Traveler #1 (a mom I am not - but I was a child, unbelievable as it might sound, and I absolutely confirm every single bit of it)

I am not yet ridden with dementia, and I remember very well waking everyone up at ungodly hours and refusing my mandatory afternoon siesta (a very bad habit we have in Southern Europe). I wish I would still have that same insane energy now. I also wish I would have kept my 3 year old fashion model food quirks - but that is another story.

However, I am a dog slave (not owner) and as such, I am taking Baby out for his short (but excruciating) morning routine at 7:30 AM. Come rain or shine. Beg him to finish his business with grace and dignity. He never listens. Labs are a charming, addictive handful and my Greek boy is no exception:

Exhibit 2: Mom and Traveler #2. Who happened to be in GLA on Palm Sunday, March 24, 2024 (for the thick people at the back!):

All that trip was abundantly documented on her own page. I am reasonably sure she might be reblogging this with her own pics from that day.

And now, for the real questions at stake:

Why make such an unbelievable fuss over an Anon with no pic, that I was reluctant to publish myself?

Why have a cosmic meltdown, in public nonetheless, if you do think this is such a pile of unbelievable nonsense crap? (*imagine the freakout in DMs, if this made the headlines!)

How many times has/have S (or C, or SC) been seen by Antis in GLA in similar postures, without a word being uttered in public?

Why would such an occurrence be An Event, outside of this (help me, I have no words) fandom?

Why insist with your crappy arguments, when it is plain to see you have got all your facts dreadfully wrong?

Why mention 'central Glasgow', when it is public lore (and included in Waypoints!) that S does not live there anymore? (* I blacked out the exact reference, which makes total sense - the least thing I would like to see happening is freaks like you stalking them)

One last time, you insist - comments 6 and 7 (wow, girl!):

First comment is a lie and if you read my Anon (and you know you all did and discussed it to oblivion) you'll have also read this:

Which part of 'he didn't approach' you don't get, in plain English, madam? I am lousy at drawing, but hey - for the cause (open in separate page, questionable humor included):

Second comment, I won't even get into it. God only knows what the hell you meant. I am Romanian and we tend to be a very sarcastic bunch - especially the Southerners.

You posted those at about 2:45 AM, local time (if you are, indeed, a Scot). That's 4:45 AM my time.

I am a lifelong sufferer of insomnia. You, madam, you are mad wae it, as they say in Glasgow.

Don't drink and post, seriously. It makes for a very #sorry hangover show.

And with this, I am done with you. All of you, in that corner. You showed me more than enough. You know there is substance to that Anon, despite the lack of a picture - hence the collective freakout.

From barf bag to pity party. Who knew?

[Later edit:] re-reading the sixth comment, I think she wants to imply it was the 'other child' - I was literally blind with sleep when I first saw it. Well, there is no evidence of whatever she is trying to explain (has she contacted The Climber? between midnight and 2 AM, local time?). Also, a 5 year old child is not a toddler anymore: kids are considered toddlers up to 3, only. That boy, as we all know (and I am sorry we do), has dark hair - where is the resemblance Anon noticed?

Desperate, grasping at straws, lying through her teeth and mad wae it, all the way.

@pamalissou, thanks for bringing us a third mom's POV in your reblog.

#fandom #shitshow

[writergracethepanda]

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥 Secret Shanghai Edition

the character everyone gets wrong

Marshall. He is canonically an excellent cook, s why are we convinced he'd set something on fire if left alone in the kitchen?

a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

no comment

screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

EVERY SINGLE DAMN TIME I have seen Alisa and Phoebe shipped (let aroace people live and bisexuals are still bisexual even in a seemingly hetero relationship) or those takes I've seen on TikTok of people shipping Rosalind and Benedikt and Celia and Marshall if I weren't on my computer I would put sooooo many barf emojis here

what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

luckily nothing yet I believe

worst discord server and why

mine with my friends its sooo annoying how we have incredibly amazing and intelligent and sometimes incoherent conversations like guys we're the worst (sarcasm)

which ship fans are the most annoying?

like I said, anyone who ships the above things needs to stay 10 feet away from me at all times and undergo intense media literacy training

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

I think everyone's answer for this is Oliver. I'm so sorry we (especially me tbh) did you so dirty pre fhh I promise we've learnt our lesson!

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Oliver loves cats. incorrect. Cats are his entire life. there is a difference, and we need to recognize it.

worst part of canon

roma and Alisa's dad just disappeared before I could beat him up

worst part of fanon

we're too funny my stomach literally hurts from laughing too hard sometimes. Seriously though, the above ship takes that make my blood boil, as well as some complaints about how a lot of us talk about how we think certain characters are neurodivergent/disabled. While I think some of those are actually considered canon, I don't understand why people are so made that we (a relatively neurospicy bunch) are identifying the parts of characters we relate to and labeling them. We're doing you no harm and not interfering with your ability to enjoy the characters. Shouldn't it be a good thing that we're able to identify with the characters? Just mind your business. (also anyone who erases Rosalind's and Alisa's aroaceness that is indeed canon and I hope both sides of your pillow are too warm)

number of fandom-related words you've filtered

I don't think any

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

I don't think anyone hates these guys, but why don't we ever talk about the couple from LVC? They were so sweet, and I'm kind of sad we didn't get any mention of them in FHH.

worst blorboficiation

I feel like a bad Tumblr user, but I don't know what this means. is this like uwu-ification?

that one thing you see in fics all the time

@typingwithmyhandstied 's GENIUS

that one thing you see in fanart all the time

Juliette always has the appropriate amount of knives thank you very much for that guys :)

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I personally don't get into the Rosalind is a vampire thing, but I'm cheering you guys on from afar (im just not into vampires lol)

there should be more of this type of fic/art

idk I should probably work on my university au

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

the fact that not only did she feel comfortable falling asleep around Orion (see one of @no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist 's recent posts) but Rosalind was also muttering in French in that scene. Her dominant language. She was both out of it enough/comfortable enough with him that she dropped the I was raised in American fake accent and just started speaking normally in this essay I will- basically we need to talk more about the use of multilingualism in the ss books

you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

past me would be horrified to know that I like Oliver now

part of canon you found tedious or boring

I think TVD can be a bit boring sometimes, but that makes sense, since it was Chloe's debut, and she's grown immensely since then

part of canon you think is overhyped

the seagreen trio is overrated (they are literally my favorite characters)

your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

THE MULTILIGUALISM

ship you've unwillingly come around to

Olivercelia. Like I said, I was his strongest hater pre fhh. Now I see what she clearly sees in him.

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

discourse on ss Tumblr is mostly joking. my personal favorite is when @marsneedstherapy and I pretend to yell at each other in different languages

common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

"no one appreciates x enough" I do. I love them.

#enjoy this took me all afternoon #chloe gong #secret shanghai #foul lady fortune #foul heart huntsman #writergracethepanda #these violent delights #our violent ends

[logbush]

hii could you write quinn fabray and the reader retelling their first kiss to the glee club but they both have very different takes on it something funny xD

Misrememberings

535 words

fluff

Quinn Fabray x reader

a/n: im sorry this took me so long to get out! i got busy and had a bunch of stuff come up and didn't have the time to write this until now. i hope that it's all you wanted lol!

you and quinn sat in the choir room, along with the rest of the glee club. schue was late (as always), so you all tried to entertain yourselves for the time being. "so, quinn, how did you and y/n even start dating?" artie asked. santana added on, "yeah, you know i'm curious how you started dating all star y/n who's the captain of the only winning team at the school."

you looked at each other before shrugging "i don't know, i think we just kissed and knew that that's when we knew were dating" you answered their inquiries. quinn nodded "yeah it was when we were studying in my room, i looked up at her and knew that i wanted to be with her, so i kissed her" she said, reaching for your hand that was resting on your thigh.

you shook your head "no, it was when you were watching my soccer practice and you walked onto the field while we were doing suicide runs because we lost the last game. you just walked up to me and kissed me." the cheerleader shook her head, gently playing with the fingers on your hand. "no we were already dating then, we had our first kiss before we started dating" she looked up at you "before we started dating our dates were study sessions"

"you walked on the field while they were doing suicide runs?" puck interrupted, dumbfounded that she interrupted one of the hardest practices. "i have that power" quinn replied. you laughed and nodded "you're still wrong about that being our first kiss but you do have that power" you added on. the blonde cheerleader shook her head "you're misremembering darling"

"how do you not know when your first kiss happened?" rachel asked, you only shrugged in reply, "yeah i remember my first kiss with rachel" finn said with a smile, "yeah it was in the auditorium on this little picnic i made" she said returning finn's smile, leaning into him. "barf." santana spoke up, rolling her eyes back to you and quinn, removing them from the now cuddly couple "i remember my first kiss with brittany, it was while i was dating puck" puck looked at santana, "whatever i cheated on you too" he mumbled.

you laughed at how puck seemed hurt by santana admitting her cheating. quinn slapped your chest to stop you from laughing. you shook your head slightly before looking back at the blonde. "wait hold on, i think you're right" you started, "the study kiss was before and it was our first kiss, but the suicide run one was our first kiss as an official couple"

quinn smiled and looked at you. the rest of the glee club groaned "that's lame, it should've been y/n's. it was more interesting" mercedes says as schue walked in.

"what should've been y/n's?" schue asked, unknowing of what you were all previously talking about. santana answered the man before you or quinn could "y/n's and quinn's first kiss, they didn't know what it was" schuester laughed "i remember mine and emma's" he reminisced. before he could continue you cut him off, "what's the lesson this week schue?"

#glee imagine #dianna agron #quinn fabray #quinn fabray imagine #quinn fabray x reader #glee #glee fanfiction #glee x reader

[topperscumslut]

Disaster (Nicky Harper x Reader) (Fluff)

Summary: Just a bunch of wholesome fluff cuz I don’t really feel comfortable writing smut for Nicky even if I age him up (reading it however… anyway). I already felt like I was thin ice with my aged up Five Hargreeves smut. Especially since Nicky only got to about 13/14 years old on the show so that’s how old he is in all the gifs I could use of him (unless I were just using a current photo of Aidan but I digress) (Aidan’s only two months younger than me irl so don’t cancel me plz). I imagine the reader and the quads to be about 19 in this fic cuz I personally am about to turn 19 but you can choose whatever age you like. This is a song fic of Conan Gray’s Disaster cuz I’m honestly still a little fried from last night writing this and woke up with Disaster stuck in my head and I’m kinda totally in love with Nicky/Aidan/Five again lol and thought this would be the perfect song for a kinda cute/a little awkward childhood friends to lovers fic. anyway enjoy sorry for my high ramblings

Warnings: lots of fluff, emetophobia (mentions of throwing up at a party)

Word count: 2.8k

Let me just set the scene

You had been friends with the Harper quads for as long as you could remember - or at least close to it. You’d met them when you were about 10 and had just moved to Boulder, Colorado with your family. Now nearly a decade later you were best friends with the four of them, and Tom and Anne almost saw you as a fifth child (well, sixth if you count Squishy Paws). You loved telling people about how you first met. It all started when you first came into Get Sporty with your family and saw four kids around your age. Dicky had immediately tried to hit on you, Dawn was excited because there was finally another girl in town, and Ricky was thrilled to meet another intellectual since you were in nearly all of his advanced classes with him. But Nicky? Nicky just liked you for you. You loved the quads and would never admit it to their faces, but you did have a bit of a soft spot for Nicky. There had been other guys here and there, but you’d kind of had a crush on Nicky on and off since you’d first met him - and right now it was full on.

I just left the party at Blake’s and it’s Halloween

It had taken Nicky long enough, but finally when you were both 16 he realized he felt the same way. He had sort of caught on that you had some sort of feelings for him, but Nicky had never really been with a girl before and didn’t really know what to do or how he felt. You, the quads, and Mae were all at a Halloween party of one of your classmate’s. You had tried to convince the quads to dress up as the Spice Girls with you, but that hadn’t exactly went well. Instead, you, Dawn, and Mae had went as the Powerpuff Girls - you as Blossom, Dawn as Bubbles, and Mae as Buttercup - Ricky had gone as Nikola Tesla, Dicky had gone as Elvis, and you’d helped Nicky come up with the very fitting idea of dressing up as Linguine from Ratatouille (with Squishy as his Remy, of course).

It was supposed to be an incredible night, but things started to go south before you ever could have expected it - and that’s saying something for the Harper quads. You were starting to feel a little gross not even an hour in, and started projectile barfing with Dawn holding back your hair only a few moments later. What do you know, Derek Moses had spiked the punch. Though the same couldn’t be said about you in the present day, 16 year old you had never drank before, and it was hitting you pretty hard. All of your friends were extremely worried about you, especially the quads.

“Look, guys, I’m the oldest, and I drove. I’ll take (Y/N) home and make sure she’s okay, you guys keep having fun.” Dawn had said.

“No, I will,” Ricky had argued. “Y/N needs someone responsible to take care of her right now.”

“No, I can take her!” Dicky had piped up, “I don’t have anything smart to say… I just wanna be a good friend.”

“None of you guys are taking (Y/N),” Nicky had finally added. “Ricky, the magician will be here any minute, I don’t want you to miss that.”

“Isn’t the magician just Blake’s stoner cousin?”

“Not relevant. Dawn, you shouldn’t have to leave Mae all alone! And Dicky, that girl over there is all over you, man! You guys stay here and I’ll take (Y/N) home, okay? I’m the only one who hasn’t had any punch and (Y/N) needs a safe, sober designated driver.” He smirked. “Plus, I’m her favorite.”

“Bullshit!”

“Hey, it’s only bullshit if it’s not true. Anyway, I have a (Y/N) to take home. I’ll be back soon, you guys.”

The potential of us, it was keeping me up all night long

What happened next you only ever heard of through the grapevine from the other quads, all of them laughing their asses off about it. Nicky was way too shy to ever bring it up again. Apparently you had - drunk off your shit - totally came onto Nicky on the ride home.

“God, what did Moses put in that shit? You’re wasted, bubs,” Nicky said, not taking his eyes off of the road but using his hand to gently rub your knee.

“Noooo, I mean it, Nicks! I want youuuu.”

He looked over at you as he pulled into the driveway, giggling slightly at your goofy demeanor and cute face. Even though you pretended you didn’t, you only remembered one thing from that night - what he said next.

“I would totally fucking kiss you if you weren’t drunk right now.”

This could be a disaster, there’s so many factors

Surely he thought you would forget. Surely Nicky didn’t actually mean it… did he?

You had stumbled out of the car, Nicky opening your door for you and helping you out. “But Nicky… this is your house, not mine.”

“Damn right it is. I’m not going back to the party. I’m staying here with you all night and helping you get to sleep. I’m gonna make sure you’re safe, okay?”

Like what if you freak out and then we’re losing it all?

Nicky had set you up in his bed with at least a dozen pillows and blankets and was now playing video games on his phone across the room, assuming you were already asleep.

“Hey Nicks?”

“Yeah bubba?”

“I’m uh… I’m sorry if I weirded you out tonight. I was drunk as fuck.”

“S’alright. Sobering up already?”

“Yeah, a little I guess.”

“Good. Get some rest, (Y/N). I’m here if you need anything.”

You woke up with your mascara and red lipstick smeared all over his nice pillows, but Nicky didn’t care. He was just happy you were okay and had even gone as far as to make you breakfast that morning, which his three siblings relentlessly teased him for. Nicky wasn’t sure what it was about that night. Maybe it was your cute Blossom costume, maybe it was the way he was able to protect you, maybe it was how flirty you had been with him (and how unexpectedly hot that had been), or maybe it was just because you were his best friend and you two had always been there for each other. He didn’t know, but ever since that night, Nicky started falling - hard. He just couldn’t help worrying himself sick that maybe you didn’t feel the same way. I mean, you were pretty drunk when you said all those things.

It’s the critical chapter where I say I love you and you don’t say it after

This could be a disaster

What Nicky didn’t know is that years later, you still hadn’t stopped thinking about him and that night. And what he’d said when he thought you weren’t paying attention…

“I would totally fucking kiss you if you weren’t drunk right now.”

The words were still playing in your head clear as day even after all this time. It still didn’t feel real and part of you couldn’t help but wonder if it was just wishful thinking, if you’d just made it up because of how drunk you were. Nicky Harper had wanted to kiss you.

But what if he didn’t? What if you were just remembering it wrong, hearing what you wanted to hear?

I’m a little bit plastered

You call me a liar, now I’m falling faster

Of course, with your inebriated state Nicky didn’t believe a word you said. What he didn’t realize was that you weren’t just spewing bullshit because you were drunk, you were just saying everything you were too scared to say sober.

You tried not to get drunk or high in front of Nicky after that point. For starters, it wasn’t really his thing and you respected that. But most of all you were worried you would let your guard down around him again and tell him everything you’d been trying to hide.

This could be a disaster

Those next couple years after the party flew by with stolen glances and the quads teasing Nicky whenever you were around. Before you knew it, you and your friends were already out of high school and that party from back when you were 16 felt like ages ago.

Tonight you were staying over at Mae’s house, just the two of you. You, Mae, and Dawn had girls’ nights all together often, but Dawn was on a college visit out of state, so it was just you and Mae alone.

You had hinted at your crush on Nicky to Mae a couple times but had never straight up told her. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Mae, you just didn’t want to put her under the pressure of keeping this secret from Dawn. And you definitely didn’t want Dawn to know - the last thing you wanted was a little crush ruining your friendship with your best friend.

Let me just lose my mind

Is it purely platonic to call me like every night?

You and Mae were in the middle of watching Mean Girls when you got a FaceTime notification. You paused the movie and jumped up to pick up your phone.

“Who the hell is calling this late?” Mae asked.

You blushed a bit. “It’s Nicky. He calls me every night since that one Halloween party to make sure I’m doing okay. It’s actually really sweet…”

“Oh, okay!” Mae smirked knowingly, “well tell Nicky I say hi, I’m gonna run downstairs and get more popcorn.”

You answered your phone as Mae raced down the stairs, locking eyes with Nicky’s pretty green ones.

“Hey Nicky!”

“Hey (Y/N)! How’s it going?”

“Going good. I’m just staying the night at Mae’s tonight. Hey, have you heard from Dawn?”

Nicky nodded. “Yeah, a bit. She said it’s a pretty good campus over there. She misses you, though. We all do.” He blushed a little.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you haven’t been here for a couple days since Dawn’s been gone and now we’re out of school so we aren’t seeing each other everyday. Ricky, Dicky, and I have been at each other’s throats without any female influence around.” You both chuckled. “I mean it though. I should’ve asked you sooner, now I’m wishing you had come over here tonight.”

You shook your head. “Look I’d love to Nicks, but my parents know Dawn’s out of town. They’d never let me have a sleepover with boys.”

Nicky shrugged. “I mean hey, we’re here every other time you sleep over with Dawn.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s kinda stupid,” you sighed, “they’re weird like that. I mean even the night after that party junior year on Halloween I still kinda bullshitted them and said I had stayed in Dawn’s room. They would have flipped shit if I’d told them I’d slept in your bed and would totally think there was something going on between us.”

Nicky laughed a little, “I mean they wouldn’t have been entirely wrong about that night, huh?”

You were now a stuttering and blushing mess, not sure what to say back as Mae entered the room with a popcorn bucket bigger than her head.

“You like yours buttered, right? Oh, hey Nicky!”

“Hey Mae!” Nicky said, waving. “Well, I don’t wanna distract from your girls’ night. You ladies have a good one, okay?”

“Will do,” you mused, “goodnight, Nicky.”

“Night, (Y/N).”

You hung up and turned to Mae, who was looking at you with a curious grin.

“Sooooo?” she teased in a sing song voice.

“So, what? C’mon, let’s watch this bus get Regina’s ass!”

Mae grabbed the remote out of your hand before you were able to unpause the movie. “Not so fast. What’s going on between you and Nicky?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“Are you guys a thing? Are you guys not a thing?”

You rolled your eyes. “Mae, we’re just friends.”

“Just friends that call each other every night?”

You shrugged. “It’s nothing. He’s just being nice. I mean, it’s Nicky. You know what a sweetheart he is. It’s just what friends do.”

“And yet none of the other quads do that.”

“Well shit.”

Mae laughed. “(Y/N), everyone knows you and Nicky like each other. We’ve just been staying out of it because it’s not really our place, yknow?”

You chuckled. “Great. Everyone knows but us?”

“Well… yeah,” she sighed. “You should make a move! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I could lose my childhood best friend?”

“Look, (Y/N), he totally likes you! I say you go for it before we all go off to college one day and it’s too late.”

“You’re right. But it’s probably better off said in person.”

You pulled out your phone and texted Nicky.

(Y/N): hey Nicks… can we hang out tomorrow? i have something to tell you

Nicky: of course! you can tell me anything :) see ya then

“And… send.”

And if you’re reading the text all night long

Nicky could hardly sleep that night after getting your text, talking with his brothers about what it could possibly mean.

“She’s obviously into you, dude,” Dicky said, “I mean, isn’t it obvious?”

“Yeah, even I see it,” Ricky agreed.

“And he can’t even remember the last time he talked to a girl besides Dawn, Mom, (Y/N), or Mae.”

“Oh, shut up,” Ricky rolled his eyes.

“Well am I wrong?”

“No Dicky we get it, you aren’t wrong!”

Nicky sighed. “I don’t care who’s right or who’s wrong. I’m just worried (Y/N) is going to say I’ve been coming on too strong and that she doesn’t want to be friends anymore…”

“She’s not gonna say that, man,” Dicky said, “she cares about you too much. It’s been years, you need to go for it! And if Dawn were here she’d say the same.”

“You’re right.” Nicky replied. “I’m gonna make my move when I see (Y/N) tomorrow.”

This could be a disaster

A day later, you and Nicky were sitting together on his bed, both nervous as hell.

“So… you had something you wanted to tell me?”

“Yeah.”

There’s so many factors

“Is everything okay, (Y/N)? You seem nervous.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… not sure how to say this.”

Like what if you freak out and then we’re losing it all?

“You know you can tell me anything, right? That’s what best friends are for.”

“I know… that’s what I’m worried about. Losing my best friend.”

It’s the critical chapter where I say I love you

“Oh. I see…”

And you don’t say it after

Faces close, bodies shaking in unison with nerves you finally spoke up. “Well… I’m not drunk right now.”

This could be a disaster

It took Nicky a second to realize what you were talking about, but then it hit him. “Y-you heard me say that, didn’t you?” You nodded “Are you saying I can? I mean- you mean- you want me to?”

You nodded as Nicky gently took your face in his hand and kissed you slowly. His lips were soft, and your head went a little fuzzy from euphoria as he carefully pulled you closer into him.

He pulled away, still holding you. “You should stay the night tonight. Tell your parents Mae will be here, I don’t know, whatever it takes. I just want you here with me.”

You smiled, arms around his shoulders, and nuzzled into his chest. “That works for me.”

#nicky ricky dicky & dawn #nicky harper #fluff #nickelodeon #ricky harper #dicky harper #dawn harper #nicky harper x reader #nicky harper fluff #aidan gallagher #conan gray #superache #disaster #disaster by conan gray

[moonstrider9904]

The Newlyweds

Chapter 2 of Gravitation

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{crossposted to AO3}

Pairing: Tech x Original Female Character (Bree Peridot)

Summary: Bree’s feelings for Tech grow, but she comes to realize approaching him may be more difficult than she thought, and she calls upon the efforts of her lifelong best friend.

Tags: 18+. References to sex, some of them quite explicit, but there is no smut in this chapter. Fluff, one (1) idiot in love, food, bonding, overall cuteness and lightheartedness, brief reference to pregnancy. Also this has a bunch of references to Moonlight, but don’t worry if you haven’t read that one yet uwu

Word count: 5.3k

Songs: liberate

It was an active morning at Scarlett and Hunter’s cabin; Tech had arrived shortly after Bree, and not long after that Wrecker had made an appearance as well. While they were all having some nice rounds of caf, they all talked about things going on in their lives.

Bree was always happy to see Scarlett and Hunter being hopeless for one another, but whenever her gaze would drift to Tech, and he wasn’t already looking at her, she’d inevitably feel a pang in her chest.

In the three weeks of Clair and Crosshair’s honeymoon, Bree had been looking after the Moon Pie bakery. Being there had inevitably sparked memories of the past and thoughts of new possibilities. Despite the fact that Bree had seen Clair just before the honeymoon, she still hadn’t had the clearest of answers.

It was indeed obvious Clair would be happier than ever to welcome Bree into the bakery and into the planet, but Bree still thought a lot about it.

It didn’t help that whenever she tried meeting Tech’s gaze, he’d be focusing on something else.

A knock suddenly came on the door, interrupting the lighthearted conversation with an air of excitement shared equally by everyone in the room. They already knew who was knocking, but the very idea of their return made them all giddy. Ultimately, it was Wrecker who made his way over to the doorway and opened it, having insisted he had to be the one to greet the newlyweds.

“OH MY GOSH YOU GUYS ARE BACK!” Wrecker bellowed as he lunged onto the porch and wrapped his arms around Clair and Crosshair, squeezing them together as he lifted them up.

“Wreck!” Clair called, her voice strained. “We need to breathe!”

Wrecker set them down, laughing nervously. “Sorry. I missed you guys. And your cooking.”

“We missed you too, Wrecker,” Clair replied, her smile gleaming with the gentle kindness that defined her.

“I didn’t,” Crosshair added in a snarl, but the smirk that curved his lips as he nudged his older brother’s arm gave him away.

“How many times did you do it?” Wrecker grinned.

“Seventy-seven times in the three weeks we were gone,” Crosshair said. “Ninety if you count hand-stuff and times we had only foreplay.”

Clair widened her eyes at him. “Crosshair! Did you actually keep track of all of that?”

Crosshair winked at her, flashing a cheeky grin. “It’s one of my proudest achievements.”

Clair playfully rolled her eyes. “You’re gross. I love you, you know that?”

“Oh my gods, get in here so we can all barf at how adorable you guys are!” Scarlett called from inside the house.

Wrecker moved so that Clair and Crosshair could go all the way to the table where the others greeted them, all of them happy to see the couple after their honeymoon. Bree enveloped Clair in a tight hug, after which she observed her best friend do the same with Scarlett. Her gaze drifted onto Crosshair as he gave Hunter a hug—a sight that would not repeat again for generations—and finally gave one to Tech as well, one that was much shorter, but no less genuine.

But for all her efforts, Tech would still hardly look back at Bree.

“You arrived here quite unexpectedly,” Tech commented at Clair.

“We wanted to come by and give you guys a surprise,” she responded. “We actually didn’t know everyone would be here; I was counting on seeing you, Bree, and Wrecker later.”

“How’s the cottage?” Bree asked.

“Alright,” Clair replied. “Though we can tell Bean snuck back in a few times, apparently just to knock over jars. He broke my rosemary jar.”

“It’s not the cat’s fault,” Crosshair crooned.

“You’re right, it’s yours,” Clair smiled sweetly at him as she spoke, making Crosshair chuckle.

“I told you from day one, Bean will do as he pleases,” Crosshair looked over at Wrecker. “Where is he?”

“Back at my place,” Wrecker answered. “If he hasn’t snuck out again.”

Hunter pulled out chairs for Clair and Crosshair to sit at around the table, and the two took their places with their hands joined, letting the wedding rings stand out.

“You’ll come hunting tomorrow, won’t you?” Hunter asked Crosshair.

“Yeah,” Crosshair replied. “I missed shooting.”

“I set a bit of a record while you were gone,” Hunter teased.

“Too bad I’ll put you back in your place,” Crosshair replied with another one of his signature bastard grins.

“To be fair, Hunter, you set yourself up for that when you chose to hunt alongside the best marksman in the galaxy,” Wrecker laughed.

“Hey!” Clair said. “That’s my husband you’re talking about!”

Wrecker tilted his head. “I didn’t insult him!”

Clair giggled. “I know, I’ve just always wanted to say that.”

Crosshair looked over at her with a faint smirk. “That’s solely why you married me, isn’t it?”

Clair pretended to be deep in thought, grinning playfully. “No, I actually only married you because you’re good in bed.”

“Please don’t start,” Wrecker’s voice came out strained and in a higher pitch than normal.

“I agree,” Tech added. “If the number Crosshair gave us is real regarding how many times you two shamelessly fornicated on your honeymoon, I would expect your libido to have considerably gone down.”

“Oh, come on, Tech,” Clair said as she looked over at Bree. “I’m sure you understand now.”

Though Bree couldn’t help but blush, no response came from Tech. He did, however, look over at Bree as he adjusted his goggles, his lips curving into a soft smile.

“Once cannot possibly compare to eighty in the span of three weeks,” Tech commented. “However, I am sure the rest of our brothers will not appreciate the details.”

“I asked nicely,” Wrecker added in a similar tone as before.

As the subject subtly changed, Clair kept a close watch on Bree, a habit she’d learned from Crosshair himself. She noticed Bree sneaking several looks at Tech, very few of which were actually reciprocated. Clair’s suspicions were neither denied nor confirmed when she finally met eyes with her friend, who gave her a subtle sigh as her eyes briefly softened in worry.

When the conversation naturally fell silent, Clair spoke up, her free hand reaching across the table with her palm set down to call Bree’s attention.

“Why don’t you come by the cottage later?” Clair said. “I could use some help thinking of this week’s menu for the bakery.”

Bree knew her friend too well, and she knew discussing recipes wouldn’t be the only thing in Clair’s mind. Bree still didn’t know much about Crosshair, but she could tell that being with him had somehow made Clair sharper.

“Name a time and I’ll be there,” Bree gave her most carefree smile.

“Oh, is there anything you have in mind?” Scarlett asked. “I’m always so curious about how you guys do it, especially since you’d worked together for so long.”

“It’s mostly a matter of synchronicity,” Clair smiled, her eyes drifting downwards as though memories rushed before her eyes. “Bree and I have similar tastes in food, but in our early years, there was a lot of experimenting, and a lot of failure.”

��It was after that one batch of rock-hard cookies that we vowed to stick to cakes and pies,” Bree chuckled. “Remember that old man who claimed his tooth had broken?”

Clair laughed, nodding her head. “Yeah, those cookies were awful, but we were beginners. I’m sure we could make a decent batch at this age.” Clair quieted down and finally giggled, looking over at Crosshair. “I… I guess you could say that batch was a—”

“Clair, don’t—”

“Bad Batch,” she giggled again.

Every one of the former soldiers in the room facepalmed.

“I’m sorry,” Clair shrugged, even though she really wasn’t. She finally turned to Scarlett, intent on answering the question she’d asked at first. “I mean, the crescent rolls have been a major success, so those can’t be missing from our menu. And since the weather’s getting colder, I think some recipes involving cinnamon or apple or even cheese should do the trick for anyone craving something comforting.”

“How about something with pastry cream?” Scarlett asked. “I really like it.”

Clair suddenly blushed a bright red, and beside her, her husband nearly succeeded at hiding his smile.

“I really think pastry cream suits hotter weathers,” Crosshair crooned.

“Indeed, love,” Clair said. “Perhaps we’ll wait for spring to implement it into the menu again.”

Bree could tell by the tint in Clair’s cheeks that there was a story there, and using only her gaze, she met Clair’s eyes with a you need to tell me later look.

“My,” Tech spoke up, scurrying from his seat. “I should have left for the town hall five minutes ago. This has been great, but I must go.”

“Take care,” Scarlett smiled softly as Tech packed himself and left, looking over his shoulder at Bree before he left even if no more words left him.

“I think we should go too,” Crosshair began to stand up. “Wrecker, take me to your place, I need to pick up Bean.”

“Yeah, so I can scold him,” Clair chuckled.

“No,” Crosshair replied finally, locking his fingers with those of his wife.

“Yes,” Clair answered as she squeezed his hand. She then looked over at Bree, her features softening. “Is 19:00 good for you?”

“I’ll be there,” Bree smiled back. “Have fun.”

Clair directed one more smile at her best friend before walking out of the cabin with her husband, and she made her way alongside him to Wrecker’s place.

Tech had left before anyone could notice.

As the day went by and Bree remained with Scarlett helping with the errands that had to be run, she could tell that Scarlett would look at her intently, her eyes always widening with unspoken questions wanting to be said. Bree could understand better than ever the appeal Hunter saw in her, with her enormous eyes and silky black hair that would always be in waves when she let it down from that braid, and like Clair had adopted some of her husband’s keen observation skills, she could recognize some of Hunter’s empathy and concern in Scarlett.

Bree would have encouraged Scarlett to ask all the questions she wanted to if she had any understanding of the situation herself, but she lacked it. The night of the wedding had been phenomenal, and even if she and Tech had gotten together after that in the three weeks following it, there was very little conversation that could be had with Tech regarding the subject.

He’d speak endlessly about quasars and the operations of the village and whatever project he was working on, and Bree definitely enjoyed hearing him, but just once, she wished he could talk about her.

Would it ever go anywhere? Bree had never seen herself as someone who would be willing to have casual flings with a man when they needed to blow off steam—nevertheless, she’d never claim to dislike being able to share some intimacy with Tech.

The more she thought about how much he amazed her, the more her heart squeezed for him.

The day wore on and it was finally time for her to pay a visit to Clair’s cottage. Bree walked down the path of the forest, enjoying the chirping of the birds and the pit-patter of the rodents nearby; in some ways, it reminded her of the lake country on Naboo, even if Répit had a blend of earthy browns and cool greens as opposed to Naboo’s warm-toned greens and yellows, distinctive of an eternal summer where they used to live.

She remembered how Clair would always hate the hot weather, and now that she lived in an eternal autumn that would only ever be subdued by a colder winter, with a few warmer days in the summer but nothing unbearable, Bree figured Clair would truly live happily ever after in that little forest planet.

It was definitely more appealing than the loud city of Coruscant.

Bree could hear some chatter coming from inside the cozy little cottage when she walked up on the porch. She thought about the first time she’d seen it on Clair’s wedding day, when she’d walked up to the house knowing she’d surprise Clair by showing up. This place was Clair’s new home, different from the little apartment they’d lost the day of the explosion on Naboo, but just like the weather of Répit, that cottage matched Clair’s whole essence better than Naboo ever did. “She’s here!” Clair yelled from inside just as soon as Bree had knocked, causing her to let out a little chuckle at the image of her friend panicking over the house looking decent enough for visitors.

After a couple seconds, the door finally opened revealing Clair in one of her distinctive dresses, an emerald green one printed with tiny white flowers. Despite it being a perfect sight at first, the lovely dress was wrinkled and her hair was messy on some parts; inevitably, Bree smirked.

“You had fun killing time while I got here, didn’t you?” Bree chuckled.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Clair replied with a bright smile and hugged Bree, whispering into her ear, “you’ll understand when you’re married.”

“Oh, you mean the need to jump on someone and have them with utter disregard of the time and place? I know it very well,” Bree said as she let go of Clair.

“You do realize that’s why I invited you here, don’t you?” Clair asked her as she closed the cottage’s door. “May I take your coat?”

“Always such a graceful hostess,” Bree smiled as she handed Clair her brown coat, revealing the dark brown flowy pants and cream-colored blouse she’d grown so fond of. Clair smiled, thinking it suited her.

Bree took a moment to look around the little cottage. She’d only gotten to see it in the light of day before, but as the sun went down, the lights inside the cottage gave it a warm, almost magical glow. Warm-toned browns and greens, along with a few yellows and reds decorated the living room and the cushions, and on one of the edges, at the center of the wall, the fireplace cracked gently filling the silence.

From behind the armrest of one of the couches emerged a little, furry white head with green eyes that slowly squinted open, and afterwards, the infamous cat let out a sound that was neither meow nor growl, rather an odd mix of both that conveyed nothing but annoyance.

“He’s the one who broke your rosemary jar?” Bree asked Clair.

“Yeah, and now he’s mad because I had the audacity to scold him afterwards,” Clair chuckled. “He takes after his father in that sense.”

Bree turned to Clair. “You’re talking that way about a cat.”

“Crosshair loves that furball with his whole heart,” Clair said. “And frankly, so do I, even if he’s cost us our smooth floors and my favorite jar.”

Bree’s smile turned sly. “Are you ever going to talk about a kid like that?”

Clair winked and shrugged innocently. “We shall see.”

As if on cue, Crosshair emerged from the kitchen making a beeline for his wife, only acknowledging Bree with his gaze and a very faint smile.

“You’ll have to remember my husband is more of an introvert,” Clair said.

“I think I can handle myself around your oldest friend,” Crosshair crooned. “She’s the one who’s going to tell me embarrassing stories about you.”

“Sweetheart, I am so ahead of you in that aspect,” Clair laughed. “Your brothers talk.”

“And I’ll have my payback soon,” Crosshair faintly growled at Clair before softening his features and looking at Bree again. “Welcome to our place.”

“Thanks, you have a lovely home,” Bree replied. “Your cat’s very cute too.”

“He’s not that nice, you don’t have to pretend to like him,” Crosshair said. “Anyways, the muffins are out of the oven.”

“You have him baking?” Bree looked over at Clair.

“He’s more of a chef than a baker,” Clair linked her arm around his. “A damn good one at that.”

“I just help get the things out of the oven when Clair decides to invite people over,” he smirked down at his wife.

She looked at him with sparkling eyes. “You do that really well too.”

Bree felt the familiar squeezing of her heart as she looked at them, longing suddenly for so much as the presence of the one who’d caught her attention. She was so happy for Clair; what she had with Crosshair seemed like it was out of a fairytale, a true happily ever after, two souls that had found each other to make a wonderful life together, who were each other’s best friends, each other’s favorite person.

It wasn’t long before Clair took notice of Bree’s yearning, and with a little clear of her throat, she led Bree into the kitchen.

“I made peach muffins, your favorite,” Clair said with a smile.

“You really didn’t have to,” Bree replied as she took a seat at the kitchen table. “But it smells delicious.”

“I’d missed cooking with peaches, honestly,” Clair answered as she began pouring the tea from the kettle into three separate cups. “Lately, I’ve been using a lot of berries.”

The conversation fell into a silence Bree thought was intentional, and she confirmed it when Clair looked up from the cups she was pouring at her, handing her one of the cups filled with tea with a knowing look.

“Bree Peridot, you know why I’ve called you here,” Clair began. “I know what happened on the night of my wedding, but what’s happened since then?”

“We’ve met up a couple times,” Bree answered with a brief sigh. “I don’t really think it’s a secret from anyone. Hunter and Scarlett know when I don’t spend the night with them, and, well, Wrecker might live over at Iroh’s but he hears gossip.”

“Most likely from Scarlett,” Clair chuckled.

Bree smiled softly and took a sip from her tea, setting the cup back down almost too gently. “I just… I figured something else would have happened by now, and it hasn’t. It’s like the dream cast by your wedding is fading. Tech and I are almost strictly physical, we don’t talk much, and well…”

“You want to talk more with him?” Clair asked.

“Yes,” said Bree.

Clair set her teacup down as well, looking intensely at the basket of muffins at the center of the table. “I’ve noticed a couple things. I’ve caught him looking at you, and I’ve also seen how you look at him. The problem is that Tech is aloof; his mind goes at stellar speeds, thinking of multiple things at a time.”

“Damn straight,” Crosshair says. “If he ignores you, don’t take it personally. He’s not doing it to be an ass.”

“That’s your role,” Clair nudged Crosshair.

“You still married me,” Crosshair answered.

“Anyway,” Clair looked at Bree again. “He’s right. Tech is a little harder to approach because of the way his mind works.”

Deep in thought, Bree took one of the muffins from the basket and sank her teeth into it, moaning at how good it was as it melted in her mouth and the flavors of peach and vanilla invaded her senses. Feeling a warm, fresh pastry, one baked by her best friend, seemed to cast a light over her, and suddenly, instead of stressing over Tech and how she could approach him, all she could find herself thinking about was how much he dazzled her.

“Clair, I’ve never felt this way,” Bree said as soon as she swallowed. “Damn, that’s a good muffin. Anyways, you know my history with men. It’s almost non-existent as it is, but… Tech is something else. I knew he was cute since I saw him, and then everything happened, and next thing I know, he contacts me, and not long after that I’m standing at your porch on your wedding day and he greets me and takes me in to see you and while I’m thinking about your wedding I’m also feeling my heart doing leaps because there he is again and then that night at the wedding we drink and we hook up and it’s spectacular and it’s just as spectacular each time we hook up again—”

Bree paused to take another bite from her muffin, moaning again, picking up again when she finished it.

“Did you know he wakes up in the middle of the night to write things down?” Bree chanted.

“Yes,” Crosshair replied.

“Well, of course you do,” Bree continued. “My point is, he’s nothing like any man I’ve ever met. The way he talks and expresses himself, the way he knows so much, his eyes, his hair, his hands… dammit, he’s such an amazing lover.”

“Do I want to hear this conversation?” Crosshair whispered over at Clair, who, for once, shrugged at him, not really able to predict how far Bree would go.

Bree paused again to take a sip from her tea, trying to calm down, even though her mind continued to wander on the subject.

“He’s amazing and being with him is amazing. And forgive me for being so forward,” Bree blushed a bright red. “But the way he eats out is just so…” she shivered just by thinking of it.

“Okay,” Crosshair got up. “Not to be rude, but I’m out.”

Clair laughed loudly. “Sorry, berry pie. Girls need to talk.”

“Wait til I’m gone” Crosshair grumbled as he picked Bean up from the couch and carried him up the stairs, finally leaving Clair alone with her oldest friend at the kitchen table.

Bree and Clair looked at each other and giggled, and as Clair took another bite out of her muffin, she looked over at Bree with a glint of mischief.

“So…” Clair said. “That fateful day at the Allium, I wasn’t the only one to find love?”

“I’m not so sure about love…” Bree said. “I mean… Tech amazes me, and I can barely stop thinking about him or the times we’ve been together, and I want to tell him everything that comes to my mind, but I don’t know if he feels the same way.”

“I’m beginning to think Cross should have stayed,” Clair said. “He knows his brothers better than they know themselves, he might be able to help you. Consider talking to him about this, just spare him any carnal details regarding his brothers.”

Bree chuckled and sighed. “Clair… Clair, he’s amazing. He’s handsome and smart and funny, and—oh my goodness, he’s so fucking fantastic in bed. I’m telling you, that man works his tongue like his best tool—I’m gonna tell him to give Crosshair some tips.”

Clair gave a confident laugh. “Sweetheart, I appreciate it, but Crosshair was a fuck boy before he met me, and after a toothpick addiction and oral fixation his whole life, he’s already…”

She trailed off, her hips visibly bucking as she clenched around nothing, thinking about her new husband’s skills.

“Cheers to that, my friend,” Bree raised her cup of coffee.

“Let’s drink to our men,” Clair responded.

“Don’t drink too much, I still need to ask you,” Bree looked mischievously at Clair. “Pastry cream. What’s with that?”

Clair’s blush deepened. “That is a… nice story.”

“You totally used it for sex, didn’t you?”

“Crosshair and I had done it for the first time the night before, we’d said our first I love you’s, we were happy with our newfound love, we were on Coruscant with a whole day off…” Clair smiled softly as she remembered. “We went to many places including this lovely little hotel where we got room service, which included a plate of fruit and some pastry cream.”

“Which you totally used for sex, didn’t you?”

“I can’t make any pastry cream without getting horny anymore,” Clair admitted.

“See, that,” Bree said. “That’s what I want.”

Bree and Clair fell silent, both gazing into their teacups and their muffins until Clair finally looked up again.

“Trust me,” she said. “These men are all different, and Tech’s mind is on a whole other level. You’ve seen it already; he gets up at midnight to scribble equations and theories. You just have to approach him in a way that’ll work. Believe me, it wasn’t easy to break through to Crosshair either, he put up a fight.”

“I was a real asshat in denial,” Crosshair’s voice invaded the kitchen as he took a seat at the table again. “I fell when Clair let me know she wouldn’t put up with my bullshit. With Wrecker, the way to get to him would be through food. Hunter’s a wild card, he proposes hours after meeting someone.”

Bree and Clair exchanged looks and laughed.

“But with Tech, you have to be willing to listen,” Crosshair continued. “You have to be willing to understand the way he works. You don’t always have to answer, or discuss equations with him, but you’ll have his trust when he realizes you’re willing to hear his rambles and never tell him to shut up.”

Crosshair only looked Bree in the eye until then. “When we were still cadets, we all had a lot of trouble because we were made differently from other clones. We were all bullied, but Tech struggled the most with that. There were times when other cadets would make him talk about something just to laugh at him or to tell him to shut up. No amount of bullying would change that about him; he was engineered that way. So if you can manage to listen to him, to understand that he might not always have the most sympathetic response—sometimes it can feel like he’s ignoring you, or like he’s too blunt, but he never aims to be a bad person. He sees things the way they are and it’s always been his job to report that. If you understand that about him, and earn his trust, you’ve already had a good start.”

Clair looked at her husband and reached for his hand, wrapping her fingers around his. “Crosshair…”

“What?”

“That was moving…” she smiled at him.

Crosshair gave her the faintest of smiles. “I still look after my brothers. I know them.”

“You sure you’re the youngest?” She asked him with a soft chuckle and then turned to Bree. “I told you he’d be able to help you best.”

Bree looked over at Crosshair and smiled at him. “Thank you.”

Crosshair acknowledged with a nod. “There are times when Tech can be too clueless regarding emotions, even for his standards. If you ever need me to give him a nudge, I’ll do it.”

“It’s fine, I…” Bree trailed off. “I really like him, and I want to do this right.”

As Clair looked at her best friend, she realized she really never had seen Bree that smitten for anyone. She loved the idea of her and Tech getting together now more than ever, seeing the way Bree’s features softened as she clearly thought of the engineer. Clair briefly remembered she’d adopt the same behavior while thinking of Crosshair all those months ago when she was starting to fall in love with him.

Meanwhile, Bree observed Clair’s hand in Crosshair, getting a closer look at the couple.

“You two look amazing together,” Bree said.

Clair’s smile widened. “Thanks. Now, keep eating your muffins. I want your belly to ache like when we were kids.”

Bree snickered. “Remember that one time my mom got the biggest fright because she saw you napping on the floor?”

“Yeah, I remember having to explain afterwards why all the cake was gone,” Clair muttered.

Crosshair tilted his head, his eyes almost visibly focusing on his wife. “Sorry, what?”

“You wanted to hear an embarrassing story about her, right, Crosshair?” Bree giggled. “Well, when we were about nine years old, the girl that would years later become your beautiful bride was just finding her love for baking—for eating the baking, at least. She snuck into my house’s living room back and forth taking a handful of cake each time—no utensils, no, she grabbed it with her hand and kept that up until she finished the cake.”

“My belly popped for five days after that,” Clair laughed. “Cross, don’t tell anyone.”

“I’m going to text Wrecker right now,” he took out his comm device only for Clair to reach and snatch it from his hand, making Crosshair try to retrieve it with a playful growl and a grin.

“Bree, was Clair napping angelically like she does now, or did she look like a little monster?” Crosshair crooned.

“She was face down flat on the floor and her hands were coated in crumbs,” Bree laughed.

“I invite you into my home, present you to my cat, offer you fresh muffins and tea, and you insult me in this manner?” Clair faked disappointment. “You even turn my own husband against me?”

Crosshair wrapped his arms around his wife. “Come on, I only find you cuter now.”

Clair decisively looked at Crosshair. “Says the man who ate glue.”

“You witch,” Crosshair grinned at her. “Using my own embarrassing stories against me. I’ve taught you well.”

“Wow, you two really make others want to puke with how sweet you are,” Bree laughed.

“Bree, my dearest Bree,” Clair chuckled. “I’m a baker and thrive on sweetness. Crosshair is fueled by spite. Together, you’d best believe we’re going to combine those two powers to make everyone get a sweetness overload, purely out of spite.”

Bree’s features softened. “That’s the dream.”

“And it’ll come to you too,” Clair replied in her usual big-sister tone. “Maybe sooner than you think.”

“I can’t take it for granted,” Bree answered.

“No, and you’re wise not to,” Clair told her. “But that alone makes me have more faith in you.”

Bree sighed. “There’s something else.”

Clair tilted her head, prompting her.

“I still don’t know if I’m going to live here,” Bree continued. “I would like to, but until I know for sure, I’m torn between not wanting to leave without having tried something with Tech, but I also don’t want to stir something and then leave anyway, but staying here for him sounds a bit far-fetched—”

“If the feelings are true and reciprocal, staying here for him doesn’t have to be some major rash decision that you’ll regret,” Clair intervened. “Plus, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. But I think what you’re dealing most with right now is anxiety due to uncertainty. You need to chill.”

“Sleep on it,” Crosshair added. “And in any case, don’t rush your decision.”

“And don’t decide for anybody but yourself,” Clair finished. “Okay?”

Bree smiled. “Thanks.”

Clair reached out and took her best friend’s hand. “Anything else you want to talk about?”

Bree looked up at her with gleaming eyes. “I’d really just like to catch up.”

“Alright,” Clair leaned back on her chair. “How’s your family?”

“Great, she was actually thinking of you a little while back,” Bree began.

Crosshair got up from the table and went to pick up some of the things in the kitchen while he listened to Bree and Clair talking. He pondered on how much of a shock it had been for him to let someone entirely new into his life, someone whose bringing up couldn’t have been more different than his; he pondered on the rough beginning his story with Clair had, and where they were now.

Seeing how happy Bree made Clair, Crosshair couldn’t help but root for her.

He did, however, get the feeling he might have to give Tech a push or two, and hopefully Tech wouldn’t be as much of a pain as Crosshair had been.

Taglist: @coffeyorky @wildmoonflower @misogirl828 @ladykatakuri @eyecandyeoz

Thank you for reading!

#oc bree peridot #gravitation series #tbb tech #bad batch tech #tbb tech fanfic #tbb tech x oc #clone trooper tech #the bad batch #tech bad batch #clone force 99 #moonstrider writes

[meltyjellyfwish]

I HAVE AN IDEA FOR AN OMORI AU BARE WITH ME I'LL BE BARFING UP MY FUNNY LITTLE SCRIBBLES THAT MAY OR MAY NOT CONNECT TO EACH OTHER AND PROBABLY REALLY INCOHERENT BUT YOU KNOW WHAT FUCK YOU.

info under cut am i supposed to say that i feel like i'm supposed to say that aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ok so basically, what if headspace, but like the don't hug me i'm scared nightmare house. and so basically all of their minds are trapped in here, and like the nightmare house, the things come alive. and so like also in dhmis, so basiclaly you know how yellow guy has like a big brain version of themself ? well yeah, that but sunny, like some sort of thing that triggers sunny to take control of headspace body like idk how to explain it. and it's mostly omori who is piloting but then sunny sometimes is there and you'll know if you watched the show. and when sunny is the one who's controlling, he can communicate to omori via mirrors ( also in dhmis but yeah you'll probably not get it if you didn't watch the show and i also have no idea how the fuck to explain things properly and OH GOD I SHOULD PROBABLY PUT MORE FULL STOPS THIS IS REALLY LACKING IN FULL STOPS but enough of that tangent )

i have a bunch of ideas for stuff, and like just funny silly little goofy shenanigans that sometimes get a bit fucked up. oh. also mari isn't present in headspace. yeah. you know why i made mari not present ( tee hee :D i am having so much fun with this i like making aus execpt i'm bad with coming up with concepts. ) and when shit gets really fucked up, the house just kinda morphs and turns into a funny little white space, expect there's nothing but a bed and lightbulb there. like whitespace i guess, i'm stupid.

also whenever they try to escape, the house trys it's hardest to make them not escape. like dhmis.

sorry for word be wording words idk i'm tired i'm running on 2 hours of sleep and salt. help me.

#omori #omori au #why am i rambling right now i have a project to do #breaking news: local lesbian with a phd in lesbian and a degree in liking women combines their interests and everything implodes on itself #god i need to work on these designs

[realpokefarmconfessions]

Anon who sent in the long ask about that bitch back for more! (I should make up a name for myself. *thinks* BabblingBrooke, or BB for short *smiles*)

Okay, I’m taking the piss out of the RP style writing she and her daddy do, one I grew out of at like 14. But I would like to name myself something lol. Also it’s funny she chose that wf name for herself because it’s true. Her shit spreads everywhere very fast and everyone has to run for cover because no one wants to get caught in that mess. She claims she’s no pyromaniac but her presence begs to differ. But I digress.

I agree with the other anon she 100% sent that anon ask in to defend herself. Sounds exactly like her, and you’d know that if you read even a single post from her anywhere. The arrogance. The perpetual victim complex. The fact that both it and she mentions (on her PH journal, natch) she’s been back to PFQ “barely five days.” The stilted language which sounds so fake, like no one speaks the way she does and that’s not a good thing (though she’ll definitely pretend it is. For the sake of her fragile ego). It’s instantly recognizable, which means she can’t hide or disguise herself, and it’s worse she thinks it makes her writing any good. As a writer myself, I can’t stand to read the excepts for her “serious” works. I can separate art from artist, but god her writing is dreadfully dull, and the most painfully pretentious piece of prose I’ve ever had the misfortune to pick up. For someone who claims to read a lot, who was one of those kids who preferred a book to going out to recess (she’s not like those other snot-nosed brat kids, hurrhurr), her prose is dry as SIN.

And she steals, you know? She wrote this Mary Sue Pokémon story on WP (there’s a gym with ALLLL the types, and the main character can understand Pokémon, and has a wonderful relationship with her awesome daddy who’s too obviously an idealized stand-in for her not-so-wonderful dad). And because it’s wattpad, someone commented on nearly every single paragraph and helped her fix a whole bunch of shit. Get rid of superfluous details, fix up her grammar, stop using just past tense Jesus Christ. I’m all for people having fun and it doesn’t have to be good obviously, but for someone who claims she wants to be a writer, would she not use this opportunity to show off her prowess? Unless that’s all she has, in which case... I’m sorry for any future editors.

Anyway, she changed a bunch of things and it read better. No credit to the person who helped her, none whatsoever. In fact, she blocked them! Twice!

Later on made a journal post saying she wanted to unblock them so she could show them how much she’s improved since she actually paid attention to their advices. But Daddy said no, don’t unblock them. See, Daddy decided this person helping her was actively and maliciously criticizing her, you know? And she goes “Oh. Why are people like that? :(” like a pure innocent little angel child who just found out bad things happen in the world. And Daddy tells her they just wanted to put her down and kick her while she’s there, and their words didn’t matter. Despite the fact that she admits they helped her improve her craft, she was actually just fine and perfect and dandy. Coddle coddle daddy’s girl :3 The end! /barf

Also I’m pretty sure she calls herself Wiccan just to be able to claim she’s a witch. They’re not synonymous, but she likes that aesthetic, you know what’m sayin’? That’s the kind of cringe thing she’d do, right alongside having her dad pretend to be her boyfriend (because men were allegedly throwing themselves at her and sending her dick pics. Like? Just block them, you dumbass??) and then having the motherfucking gall to be :surprise Pikachu face: and outright offended when people think they’re incestuous and fucking. How else did she expect that to go down??? You didn’t have to do that when you could just block them?!! Play stupid games, win stupid prizes! Being a furry is one thing. Appropriation is another.

Look. I’m sorry she had a shit life. I’m sorry she’s still having a shit time of it. But she can’t keep playing the perpetual victim and expecting people to believe she’s changed when she clearly hasn’t. When confronted, she just doubles down on the arrogance: putting up those self-righteous quotes about “being mean and picking on someone who’s weaker than you says a lot more about YOU than it does about me! *Hmph!*” and constantly insisting she’s above it all and she’s better than that—all that makes all her “positivity” seem incredibly manufactured. Can’t take her seriously when she’s got that holier-than-thou attitude about her. The only point she’s proving is she’s still a spiteful piece of work. Nothing special, and absolutely nothing new. Same old shit, just different day. She’s just quieter now on the platform where she knows she’s not wanted. She saves all that whining and vitriol for the other site, where she can journal, and no one can call her out on her BS because the shit she spews happened elsewhere. I bet most people don’t even know about her PH journal despite her links.

Whether she finds this on her own because she just can’t help herself, or someone is going to “inform” her about it, either way I hope she read this and takes something away from it. If nothing else, I hope she gets this:

Take your fucking meds while you’re lucky enough to get them because you can’t will away mental illness. We all know your willpower is for shit anyway. How many times have you quit PFQ, said you’re never going to play ever again, only to come crawling back? Stop speaking in absolutes. Stop making promises you can’t keep. Someone calling you out for being an asshole is not “harassment” or “witch-hunting.” You vague and trashtalk all the time, what does that make you?

Being mentally ill or neurodivergent is not a fucking shield for your actions. You can only play the “you’re picking on someone who’s MENTALLY UNWELL!” card for so long until that’s all anyone sees you as, and at that point you can’t get mad at people for doing so. Babygirl you did that to yourself. You’re never just one thing. Hiding behind it will curry you no favors. Look at where you are now, you poor poor perpetual victim. Boo hoo, go cry to daddy, Princess, don’t cry here. (Or however Bender said it in the Breakfast Club!)

Wear your goddamn mask this time so you don’t catch COVID again. Christ on a stick.

Also I hope you’re not a Trump supporter anymore. You were so fucking sure he was in the right. Hope you learned your lesson :)

XO

BB 😘

BB, I HAVE NO WORDS. NONE. I CANNOT!!!!!!!! YOU ALSO REMINDED ME OF SO MUCH I FORGOT ABOUT AND SO MUCH I DIDNT KNOW AND I'M.... 🏆 TAKE THIS

#pfq #pokefarm q #pokefarm #pokefarm tea #pokefarm drama

[ashkise]

KUROKO NO BASKET BOYS REACTING TO WHEN YOU COMPLEMENT THEIR FRIENDS

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characters— TIMESKIP! kagami taiga, kise ryouta, midorima shintarō, akashi seijuuro, kuroko tetsuya

a/n— i thought this would be cute! give me some suggestions!

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✎KAGAMI was playing street basketball with aomine while you were keeping score. “THAT WAS SOOO A FOUL! YOU WACKED MY WRIST!” “DID NOT!”. you could not help but giggle when those two bicker like preschoolers. “awwww, aomine you’re so funny” the way kagami turned and then look at aomine then back at you. aomine smirked at you “you damn right im funny” he looked so confident until tagia scored. “WHAT THE HELL BAKAGAMI! I WASN’T READY! CHEATER!” “AM NOT!”. kagami stomped towards you and put his arm around your waist. “stop flirting with my partner” kagami did an exaggerating kiss on the cheek and puffed his chest up. you decided you give him a kiss on his cheek as well and snorted when aomine was make barfing nosies. “you’re so handsome tagia”.

✎KISE you and ryouta were wondering around the mall with kasamatsu. “senpai!!! let’s go to the shoe store! i need new socks” “go by yourself dumbass”. you were laughing so hard that you accidentally trip over yourself. “jeez, are you okay?”, kasamatsu had his arm around your waist preventing you from falling. “thank you kasa-senpai!, you’re so nice!” you can see kasamatsu heat up but you cannot forget the feeling of someone’s eyes boring into you. “uh y-you’re welcome”, “STOP FLIRTING WITH MY BABY KASAMATSU!” “IT’S KASAMATSU-SENPAI TO YOU!” you were laughing when you heard kise’s wail as he got head butted. “i wasn’t even flirting” kasamatsu mumbled under his breathe and finally walked inside the store. “aw baby, are you okay?” you giggled when you see a big pout and thin eyebrows pitched together forming a cute and jealous look on his face. “you love me right? not senpai?” you had the urge to tackle him down but resisted and decided to kiss his forehead. “of course i love you”.

✎MIDORIMA was teaching you beating you in chess while listening to the forecast. “SHIN-CHAN” takao barged in holding a bunch of movies. “takao... didn’t i say knock before you come barging in?” midorima said irritatedly. “sorry sorry shin-chan i didn’t know you had your partner here!” takao giggled before flopping on the couch in the living room. midorima blushed hearing takao saying ‘partner’. “aww takao, you’re so sweet! you can stay!” takao lifted his head off the couch, “man, if you weren’t with shin-chan i woul-” “enough takao” midorima said his eyes staring into takao. “ooo someone’s jealous” takao remarked while flopping his head back on the couch. “shintarō” you giggled when his cheeks flush. “check mate” you winked at him causing him to stutter out non correct words.

✎AKASHI was drinking coffee with mayuzumi talking about akashi’s team and how they are going against the spurs. “oh so you are going against kuroko?” mayuzumi grunted while playing with his fingers . you brought mayuzumi a cup of coffee while bringing akashi another, “here you go mayuzumi! ooo, i like your shirt” you said while eyeing akashi. “uh, thanks” mayuyu replied looking at akashi awkwardly. seijuuro had an unreadable expression that made you worry a bit. “darling” “yes sei?” the question that akashi asked you made you snort. “do you not like my shirt? do i need to buy the one chihiro is wearing?” akashi asked while tilting his head. “oh no sei! i love your shirt!” you giggled and kissed his cheek. “did you hear that chihiro? they said they love my shirt” akashi smirked when mayuzumi grumbled something under his breath.

✎KUROKO was on the phone with kagami discussing their next game and seeing if they can meet up somewhere. “kagami-kun, aren’t you going to california? you’re going against kise-kun correct?” you can hear kagami replying a yes and how he is going to dominate their team. “oh hello kagami! i can’t wait to see you again!” you shouted hoping kagami heard. kuroko put his phone on speaker “ah yes, we haven’t hanged out in awhile”. the look on kuroko’s face made you laugh “uh kagami-kun, you would not be seeing my partner.” kuroko said and hung up. kuroko then slipped his arms around your waist and prompted his chin on your shoulder. “kagami is stinking” kuroko uttered. you chuckled and turn your head to give him a quick peck.

#anime #sports anime #kuroko no basket headcanons #kurokos basketball #kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basket #knb #knb x reader #kagami taiga #kise ryouta #midorima shintarou #akashi seijirou #kuroko tetsuya

[latenightdecaf]

moodboard sr: x x x

Entry 4 – Alcohol Buzz and Good Company

part of let the pile of good things grow series - series masterlist

previous entry here

Yoongi x reader Ft. nonidol!bts Producer!yoongi, roommate!yoongi, soft!yoongi slow burn romance, slice of life series of drabbles/one shots warning: alcohol consumptions. please kids, don’t drink and drive.

a/n: I got a little carried away on this cause I miss my friends and some good company. probably the longest one so far. I hope you all like it.

Word count: 2,156

After staring at the ceiling for hours cause of work, you got a call from your best friend asking you to hurriedly come into her apartment. And as much as you hate going out, you were ready within ten minutes, all bundled up with huge scarf and leather jacket and less than thirty minutes later, you pulled over Haneul’s apartment.

“Hey! You’re here! Just leave your jacket by my room. People are coming in soon.” Standing by her front door, “People? Like more than 3?” She knows you; you never would’ve come if she said it’ll be a party. She walked with you towards the kitchen, hands on your waist and your arms over by her shoulder. “Yeah, it’s just Taehyung and couple more people. It won’t be big I promise.” Assuring you but you turned to her with a sour look on your face. “You called me up for this?” You pulled the stool by her kitchen counter, tiptoeing and stretching your arms to reach for the tequila bottle. Shot glass ready, you poured yourself one to start with. “Oh shoot I forgot the lemon and salt.” You talked to yourself as your best friend disappeared into her bedroom. You roamed around the kitchen prepared all the lemon and salt you’ll ever need for the night. When Taehyung and a bunch of other people just casually came in.

* People are starting to come but to your surprise it still wasn’t as too much as you expected, which is good. Couple of acquaintances have come and said hi and small talks over their beer and you still sticking with your tequila. After a while, exhausted over a bunch of small talks and feeling that alcohol buzz. You huffed yourself up and sat at the kitchen counter dangling your feet and just staring at it. When a boy came to you with sleeve tattoo in his arms, beer on hand and called you, “Noona.”

You looked at him intently not sure who he is and with a blank expression on your face. You replied, “Noona who?” Still dangling your legs playfully. “You.” “Me?” Still confused, wondering who in the world is this boy. You asked, “I’m sorry you are..?” He came in closer with a hurt expression on his face leaning on the kitchen counter a few inches away from you. “Jk, we met earlier. I’m Taehyung hyung’s…” Cutting him off as you vaguely remembered, “Ah yeah, the singer! Sorry.” You smiled apologetically. “Why are you here alone, Noona?” You laughed as you heard the word ‘Noona’ again. “Dude come on, i’m just at least a year or two older than you… probably. You’re can’t be that young, so we’re basically friends. No need for that, you can just call me by my name. If you don’t remember, you can just call me “hey” that’ll do either.” He laughed softly at your remarks and drank his beer.

You hopped off the kitchen counter, poured you and Jk a shot if tequila. Clinking your glass together, making sour faces after licking off some salt on top of your hand and Jk choosing lemon this time. When Haneul walked in the kitchen, looking for you.

“Hey, I knew you’d be here. Hi, Jk!” As she leaned by the counter top beside you two. You looked at your best friend, eye squinting from all the booze consumed and asked, “You know that I’m drunk and all, so you’ll probably forgive me for this question. But what in the world is the deal with you and Taehyung?!” Raising your voice towards the end for emphasis. She laughed. “What do you mean what is the deal with us? Nothing.” You gave her a shot of tequila to drink. “So its purely sexual then?” She barfed, spilling over the tequila you just offered. Jk finding himself getting caught in the middle of all this, just grabbed a tissue and helped her clean. “Yes and no.” Haneul finally answered. You raised an eyebrow but no longer wanting to pry. “I just don’t want you kids regretting these decisions, okay? I don’t want to be caught up in the middle of all these. I tell you now. I love you both, so it’s either you stop your shenanigans and just stay friends or you declare love and the shenanigans shall continue.” They both laughed at your comment. Jk who is now somehow involved in this conversation asked, “But do you like him? Like you feel butterflies when you see him?” You smiled and drank another shot of tequila at such innocent notion. “Aigoo, young one. You really think it’s all butterflies and unicorns huh.” You said to Jk while mockingly tapping on his shoulder. To your surprise, Haneul answered. “I do like him.” With all seriousness in her tone while holding her empty shot glass in hand. Shocked and probably really drunk, you immediately hugged your best friend. “I am so sorry, Haneul. Taehyung is just the worst guy to fall into.” You said while still hugging her, laughing and crying at your statement. You pulled away to reach for your almost empty bottle of tequila and Haneul playing along and fake crying. “Come on, love. Let’s just drink your feelings away. I’ve been friends with the guy for a long time, the man doesn’t know what love is.” Haneul took another shot of tequila from you and said “I know.” Jungkook drinking his bottle of beer empty asked, “And do you?” Looking at this guy in disbelief, blinking several times you asked, “And do I what? Know what love is?” You raised your eyebrow at the end. He nodded innocently. You paused before you answered. “No I don’t either. I need some air.” You declared and grab both of them by their arms, Jungkook hopping off the kitchen counter. Taking both of them with you outside and when you three did, it was raining. Both arms intertwined in each of your friend’s, as you three looked all peacefully at the rain. “Make the rain stop, young one!” Tugging over Jungkook’s tattooed arm. He laughed. “I can’t do that, Noona.” “What?! But I heard you can do anything…” Looking at him curiously. “That I can’t do. You want me to sing instead?” Jungkook jokingly offered. “Don’t, you’re going to make her cry.” Pertaining to Haneul who now looks so solemn while looking at the rain with your right arm around her shoulder and her head resting on yours.

Muffled house music in the background along with the sound of the rain. “I’m afraid you’re one of us now, Young one.” You said to Jungkook. And he looked over to the both of you and smiled. “I don’t mind. I like you two.” “Thanks. Okay you may now sing.” You jokingly said and Haneul elbow jabbed you by your rib. “I’m just kidding!!” You took it back immediately. And you three laughed. You’re glad you went to this party despite the exhausting small talks. You’re glad it distracted you from work. You’re glad, you have good people in your life.

“Love, I’m sorry—but real talk, you gotta sort things out with Taehyung. I love the man, but you know he doesn’t do relationship or any form of commitment. You’re just setting yourself up for heartache.” You said as you comfort your best friend. “I know, I’ll sort it out I promise.” Wiping her tears and looking up to you. “Good girl.” You pat her head lightly. “Brave girl.” Jungkook said and extended his arms to wrap you both in a group hug.

After a while you all went inside and rest Haneul into her bed.

On your way out of her bedroom you casually bumped into her door frame, holding on to your shoulder and punching lightly that door frame for bumping into you. Jk who is right behind you said laughing, “Noona you’re drunk.” Still holding onto your shoulder, pouting and with furrowed eyebrows you replied “No I’m not, also I’m not Noona.”

Putting your jacket on and looking for your keys by the pockets. Jk said, “Why don’t I drive you home?” not looking up and still looking for your keys you answered, “Why don’t you go ahead, young one.” “Noona, your keys.” He lift your left hand up with keys and and your phone together. You grinned. “Well there it is!” Jungkook just scratched his head.

You looked at your new found friend to gently assure him, hand on his shoulder and said, “Young one, I live exactly 8 stop lights away from here. All I have to do is go straight, and on the 8th stop light, turn left right into my building. Now, I promise—I promise, I promise not to doze off in the between those stoplights. Not that I haven’t tired but the sound of those honking cars literally woke up.” Your last sentence, made his eye grew. But you continued, “Now don’t you worry okay? Take care of Haneul and Taehyung for me cos I gots to go.” And you turned your back and heard him say, “But noona…” You waved him good bye.

* It’s not the safest and you know that, Joon always hates it when you still insist on driving even after having a drink. But you love driving, once you’re in your car—holding the steering wheel it sobers you up but you know it’s still not an excuse. You try not to do it anymore but tonight is just one of those nights you said to yourself. Minutes later you were already parking your car carefully, not to hit your roommate’s and after a long while as you keep feeling dizzier, you were able to park. Maybe Yoongi will just have a hard time getting in his car but you’ll just say sorry in the morning.

You can already feel your headache coming in as soon as you stepped out of the car. Walking towards the stairs, without noticing that the steel staircase is wet due to the rain you continued climbing up and eventually slipping forward. Your right knee landed in first and your forehead second. You eventually caught yourself up to sit and cry in pain. Rubbing your knees and your forehead and removing your shoes to continue climbing up the stairs. And tightly holding onto the railings and into your apartment. You continue crying in pain as your fall made your head ache even more. You walked inside your pitched dark apartment, waving over the ceiling light and your motion sensor light up front doesn’t seem to be working. So, you put down your shoes, went inside and tripped over to what apparently is Yoongi’s shoes. And you landed on your knees again that caused a loud thud and made you yell in pain. Holding on to your knees again, lying on the floor by the door as you cry silently in pain.

You sigh in your misery. Yoongi who also just got home 20 mins before you, got out of the bathroom in his pajamas and saw you lying in the hallway while you hug your knees. He opened the lights by the hallway, drying his hair with a towel and he looked at you all puzzled.

“Hey, are you drunk?” You didn’t even looked up, you just kept hugging your knees and said, “Yoongi-ah, the front door light isn’t working.” “I’ll fix it in the morning.” Closing the bathroom door, he’s still looking at you by the hallway. “Are you planning on sleeping there?” You let out a loud sigh and gathered all the will to get up. Feeling a thousand times dizzier, you are literally seeing 5 of Yoongi. Together with the pain in your knees. You hold on by the wall and ever so slowly walked towards your room. “What happened to your forehead?” Yoongi asked as you walked past by him, still holding onto the walls. You didn’t even stop in his comment. You just continued walking slowly because if you did, you might cry—and you don’t want to cry in front of him. He caught up with you and said, “Are you okay?” Your eyes are already red, you just nodded and said, “Yeah I’m fine.” Entering your bedroom and closing the door.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfction #bts fluff #bts imagine #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #bts roommates au #roommate!yoongi #friend!jungkook

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Teenagers Part 3

Harry Potter Marauders Era 

Link to Part 2 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M

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You watched with a smile as Regulus put on your locket. Marlene and Lily were both saying “aw” quietly. Marlene leaned over and hugged you.

“He took the bait. That right there shows that he’s interested. You claimed him as your own. There is no way that he will bother with other girls with your necklace around his neck. It's a lovely locket.”

You nodded.

“My father gave it to me for my fifth birthday. It's kind of a big deal because I haven’t taken it off much at all.”

Lily had to agree with that comment. She hadn’t seen you take the locket off in all of the years that she had known you.

“She’s right, Marlene and so are you. This is a huge deal. Regulus just walked into this little trap with absolutely no shame on his face. Evan looked as surprised as we did. Now, let's go down to the quidditch pitch. We need to pray that James and Regulus don’t kill each other.”

You groaned, having a feeling that James was onto your little crush on Regulus. He was keeping an extra close eye on you already. You knew that your brother was going to go mad when he found out that you were dating his rival.

“Merlin, I hope not.

You said before quickly standing up.

Walking down the pitch, you couldn’t help but internally gloat over how eager Regulus seemed to be to put your locket on. He did it without hesitating. There didn’t even seem to be a thought in his head about putting on a female piece of jewelry. It was yours and that was all that mattered to Regulus.

“Potter! Hey, Potter!”

You were pulled from your thoughts by someone hissing your name. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Evan standing behind a tree motioning you over. Both Marlene and Lily were giving him wary expressions. Neither girl trusted Evan Rosier and with good reason. You didn’t like Evan. He was conceited, crass, and most importantly his family was a bunch of dark wizards.

“Don’t go, Y/n.”

Lily begged. You gently patted her hand.

“He’s friends with Regulus. I think Evan is smart enough to know if he messes with me, Regulus will deal with him.”

“We are waiting right here.”

Marlene replied, shooting Evan a glare. You silently agreed to these terms. There was no way that Marlene nor Lily would leave you alone.

You walked over to the tree where Evan stood with a smile on his face. Had he not been such a creep, he may have been mildly attractive.

“Hi Evan, what can I do for you?”

Evan grinned.

“I have something for you from Regulus. Obviously, he’s a bit occupied right now but he asked me to give you this. Since you claimed him this morning with the locket, he decided to turn around and claim you right back. Hold your hand out.”

You did as you were told with a frown on your face. Evan put something in your hand before smiling again.

“I’m sure he would prefer me to do some grand display but I don’t do that. Enjoy, little one.”

You looked down at your palm and there laid Regulus’ ring with the Black family crest on it. Blinking a few times, your eyes widened. You had never seen Regulus without that ring on.

“Oh wow.”

You muttered with a smile. Evan nodded.

“All of his cutesy stuff makes me want to barf but I think that you two will be good for each other. I was going to do some crazy thing like getting down on my knees and giving it to you but we both know that I don’t play those games. Regulus also asked me to tell you to meet him at the astronomy tower tonight.”

You looked up at Evan with a scowl.

“Neither does Regulus. He would have kicked you if you had done that.”

Evan chuckled.

“We know the boy well. Anyhow, I have a match to get to. Cheers.”

Evan walked off with a small smile on his face. He knew that when James Potter found out about the relationship that his brother was in all hell would break loose. Evan didn’t care. He was looking for a reason to get into a fight with Potter and his weird friends and this would be the perfect one.

You, meanwhile, were still looking down at Regulus’ ring when Lily and Marlene walked over.

“What did he want?”

Lily questioned. You motioned down to ring. Both Lily and Marlene’s mouths dropped.

“That’s Regulus’ family ring.”

Marlene managed to choke out. This was a huge deal!

“He turned around and claimed you back.”

Lily commented as you slipped the ring onto your left hand. It was a little big but made it easier to turn around. The last thing that you wanted, at the time being, was for James and especially Sirius to see what was on your hand. Sirius would probably faint on the floor. You didn’t even want to think about James’ reaction.

“He did and I am not the least bit offended by it.”

Lily grinned.

“I’m sorry but this is adorable. I should be worried given how the Black family is but you’re happy and I love seeing you happy. Regulus is actually showing that he has a heart.”

You nodded.

“He does, Lily. He’s so sweet. Under all of the angst and coldness that he shows on the outside, Regulus is so nice on the inside. He’s everything that I want.”

Marlene and Lily exchanged smiles. Neither had ever seen you this happy over a boy before. You were the one who was sensible when it came to love. Now you were becoming giddy and smiling over everything..it was precious.

“You deserve this.”

Lily replied warmly. Her smile faded as she saw James walking down with his teammates.

“I’m sorry to ruin the moment but here comes your brother.”

Your eyes widened as you turned the ring around and shoved your hand in your pocket as James stopped.

“What are you three doing here? I figured that you lot would be with Sirius, Remus, and Peter.”

Lily quickly came in.

“We are on our way down. I had to go back to the common room to get my scarf.”

James didn’t question Lily’s white lie.

“Darling, I figured you of all people would be prepared. Come on, you all have to watch me beat baby Regulus Black and his team of goons into the ground. I want to wipe that smug smirk right off of his face.”

You quickly pressed your lips together as Marlene rolled her eyes over to you. Lily faked a smile.

“James, it's a good idea to not get too cocky. Come on now, let's get going.”

You sat on the edge of your seat throughout the match watching Regulus and James purposely beat the crap out of each other. You shook your head a few times leaning over to Lily.

“Can we talk about the level of petty that we are witnessing?”

Lily rolled her eyes too.

“You aren’t kidding.”

If you didn’t know better, you would think that James was already aware that you were dating Regulus. You wouldn’t have been at all surprised if James was yelling “baby Black” at Regulus to mess with him even more.

Your eyes were locked on Regulus as he finally lost his temper and went after James.

Reg, don’t.

You thought. Things were about to be a shit show!

“Y/n, what is that on your hand?”

You were pulled from your thoughts by Remus’ soft voice. Feeling your eyes widen, you realized that your left hand had left your pocket. The band of the ring was clearly visible in the midmorning sun. You slowly turned to your friend, who was looking curiously at your hand.

Of course, it was Remus that noticed the ring. Remus noticed everything. Had it been James or Sirius, neither would recognize a thing unless it was shoved in their face or they saw the Black family crest. Remus would notice if you dropped ink on your black robes.

“Um...it's a new ring. I….”

You struggled with your words as Remus took your hand in his. He frowned the moment that he realized that it wasn’t just a silver band. There was something on the inside of your hand that you were clearly trying to keep hidden. Remus quickly turned your hand over. His mouth dropped the moment that he saw the Black family crest.

Waiting all of two seconds, Remus turned your hand back over and placed it on your lap. He made sure that Sirius was occupied before speaking to you.

“That’s Regulus’ ring. Why do you have Regulus’ ring? A better question is where is your locket?”

Remus was silent a moment before looking at Regulus, who was after the golden snitch.

“Let me guess, it's around his neck.”

You swallowed.

“Something like that.”

Remus’ face went a shade paler than it normally was. This was something that he should have seen coming. He should have known since the day that you came into the common room freaking out over Regulus that something was going on. How did he not see it? Remus was normally very perceptive on things but this slipped right under his radar.

“Y/n, what is happening between the two of you?”

You were silent a moment, also making sure that Sirius and Peter were busy. Twirling your finger around your hair, you finally looked up into Remus’ typically kind eyes.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Remus stood up and wrapped his hand around your wrist.

“Come with me.”

Sirius turned to face the both of you. He frowned curiously.

“Where are you two going?”

“To get a drink at the concession stand.”

Sirius reached down into his pocket to hand Remus some money.

“Get me something. You two better hurry, it looks like things are about to get nasty between James and Reg.”

Remus only nodded before tugging you with him. You looked over your shoulder to Lily and Marlene, who had clearly put 2 and 2 together. They gave you a sympathetic look as you followed after Remus.

Once out of earshot of your friends, Remus let go of your hand. He turned to look at you with wide eyes.

“Regulus Black is your boyfriend.”

You nodded.

“Yes. Please don’t tell James...not yet.”

Remus sighed.

“Y/n, do you realize how risky this is? James is going to go mad when he finds out. What about your safety? Regulus isn’t really the nicest of guys. What if he hurts you?”

It was your turn to sigh.

“Remus, please. Regulus has been really good to me so far. We have gone on a couple of dates and I really like him. I really want this to work. If he’s mean to me then you can take him out behind the school and beat him. I don’t think that you will have to do that but there’s my offer.”

Remus crossed his arms over his chest and gave you a skeptical expression.

“Y/n, you know how the Black family is. Look at Sirius...think of how they did him.”

“I know, Remus. I of all people know how Walburga did Sirius but Regulus isn’t his mother. Remus, he’s so sweet and gentle…”

Remus held a hand up. This was the last thing that he wanted to hear. He didn’t want to hear how “gentle” Regulus could be and he definitely didn’t want to hear if the two of you were already “doing the deed.” That was the last thing that Remus even wanted to think of!

“Fine, I’ll keep my mouth shut...just please be smart.”

Before you could respond the loud announcer of the match interrupted the conversation…

“Regulus Black has caught the snitch. Slytherin wins.”

Both Remus and yourself instantly looked at each other. The conversation was over and a new one began...James was going to be furious.

You quickly followed Remus back to your seats. Sirius looked up with a frown.

“Where’s my drink?”

Remus forgot all about Sirius’ drink. He quickly dug around in his pocket before putting a chocolate bar in Sirius’ hand.

“Uh sorry... the line was long. Here have some chocolate instead.”

Sirius shrugged, seeming pleased with Remus’ offering, stood.

“We better go comfort, Prongs. You know that he is going to be angry.”

You didn’t argue as you followed your friends down onto the pitch where your brother stood clearly seething.

“That little shit…”

James started the moment that all of his friends came over to offer their sympathy. Peter was the first to speak.

“That little shit is actually taller than you.”

“Peter...shut up.”

James snapped. You, meanwhile, glanced over to Regulus where he stood gleefully talking to his group of Slytherin friends. Evan elbowed him in the side before looking in your direction. Regulus turned and gave you a small smile. You discreetly held up the hand that had his ring on it.

You were pleased that Regulus looked even happier as he pulled down his jumper enough for you to see your locket. He turned back to his friends leaving you with a happy smile on your face.

James was still mad as hell when you turned back to your brother. Reaching out you affectionately patted his shoulder.

“Come on, James. You’ll have your rematch. We all know how talented you are.”

James finally smiled.

“Thanks, Sissy.”

That night you waited until James and Sirius were sleeping on the couch after a small party. Standing up, you quietly grabbed your heavier robe before going toward the portrait to leave.

“Where are you going?”

You turned to face Remus, who had magically just turned up. Pressing your lips together you motioned over your shoulder.

“I know. You’re going to see him aren’t you?”

Remus interrupted. You nodded.

“Come on, Remus be a pal. I haven’t even gotten to talk to him today.”

Remus sighed.

“I’ll be watching on the map to make sure nothing happens. Please be careful.”

You grinned.

“Thanks.”

The brisk walk to the astronomy tower took longer than you wanted it to. Regulus at the top looking out into the night.

“Regulus?”

He turned around and gave you a small smile.

“It took you a while.”

He commented as you walked over to join him.

“Sorry, I had to wait for my brother to go to sleep. You did great at the match today.”

Regulus chuckled.

“Your brother almost beat the crap of me. Did you tell him something?”

You shook your head before shivering. Regulus raised an eyebrow before reaching out and pulling you against him. This was the closest that you had been to Regulus and you were thrilled by it.

“Will you kiss me?”

You asked, suddenly shocked by your reaction. Regulus seemed as shocked as you were.

“Have you been kissed before?”

He asked. You shook your head, feeling suddenly embarrassed. Even though it was dark, Regulus knew that you were blushing. He gently tilted your face to his.

“This needs to be extra special then.”

Regulus leaned down and nuzzled his face against yours. For once, he didn’t feel like he was on edge. You were the first person that wanted to see him for what he “wanted to be.”

“I think that I am falling for you. Maybe it’s too soon to say it but...I adore you, darling. You sending me that locket, let me know how you feel about me and I am thrilled. Now that I see my ring on your finger, I know how you feel about me.”

You smiled, enjoying the feeling of Regulus being so close to you.

“I’m mad about you.”

You admitted, suddenly not feeling afraid to admit your feelings.

“Well, in that case…”

Regulus commented before kissing you. The kiss was shy and timid at first. Regulus wanted to throw all of the passion that he had been feeling into the kiss but decided to take it slow. This was, after all, your first kiss and he wanted to make sure it was memorable. If it were up to Regulus, he would make sure that he would be the only one to ever kiss those pretty lips. He wanted to make sure that you would only be his.

At the moment, nothing else in his life mattered. His parents, pureblood family, James Potter were all just subjects on the back burner. You were his only concern.

You, meanwhile, were in a state of sheer ecstasy as Regulus kissed you. Everything about this kiss was what you dreamed. He kissed you softly but still had a commanding manner. The kiss was everything that you expected and then some. Regulus held you as if you were precious china as he focused all of his energy into making your first kiss (snog session, at this point) was special.

“Don’t stop, baby.”

You whispered. Regulus smiled before pulling you back against him.

“I’m assuming that you’re a virgin since you haven’t been kissed.”

You pressed your face into his chest. Regulus’ long fingers began to stroke your hair.

“It's nothing to be ashamed of. Honestly, I’m thrilled. Not tonight though...that needs to be special just like our first kiss.”

You stood on your tiptoes for another kiss.

“The kiss was perfect. I don’t want to hide from my brother...I want to be able to touch my boyfriend in public.”

Regulus couldn’t have been happier to hear those words leave your mouth. The last thing that he really wanted to do was hide. He knew that there were risks associated with it. His parents would find out sooner and people would be talking. Regulus really wasn’t worried about the latter of the two. He had made quite the reputation for himself in Slytherin and no one with half a brain would question him (unless they wanted to be hexed). Regulus had already decided that when his parents found out, if there were any issues, he would simply tell his mother that this was the way that things would be. If she didn’t like it, he would turn on his “I am your only son now” attitude that got him what he wanted from Walburga. Regulus smiled at the thought. Walburga Black had a reputation for being a “hard ass” but when it came to her favorite son, she was a marshmallow. The same could be said about his father and Regulus was proud of his work.

“Tomorrow, love.”

The next morning, you stood waiting for Regulus outside of the great hall. Your friends had already gone in without questioning what you were doing. For all James knew, you were just waiting to talk to some of your other friends.

A hand touching the small of your back, made you jump. You smiled the moment that you realized that it was Regulus.

“So...are we still doing it?”

He questioned. You nodded.

“We walk in holding hands and stay together.”

Regulus nodded before smiling slyly.

“Want to make it more interesting?”

Your eyes widened, feeling nervous over what Regulus’ version of more interesting could be.

“What do you want to do?”

Regulus had a dark smile on his face. He knew exactly what he wanted to do and it was going to be one hell of a show.

“Just go along with me, huh?”

This was either going to be something really amusing or something to really freak James out and you were actually amused with it. You had always been James Potter’s “good little sister.” You were the one that tried to protect James and Sirius. If you did something bad, it would be news to everyone.

“Okay.”

Intertwining your hand with Regulus, you looked up at him with a smile.

“Here. We. Go.”

The moment that the two of you walked into the great hall everyone at the Slytherin and Gryffindor table automatically turned. The Slytherins all appeared to be more amused than shocked. Evan and Barty were both grinning as they were already in on the secret.

At the Gryffindor table, you could clearly see James, Sirius, and Peter sitting with their mouths wide open. Lily and Remus both were wincing as if they were waiting for a war to break out. You could clearly hear James shout, “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Remus reached out and tugged James down as Regulus led you to an empty place at a table.

“Time to turn up the volume a bit. You want me to take your heart like a man? Here you go, sweetheart.”

He whispered before leaning in and kissing you right in front of god and everybody…

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[a-simp-20]

Ok, either Kuina teaching Chishiya how to roller skate or Chishiya teaching Kuina how to roller skate 💖

Roller skating Besties [Pre-borderland AU]

[AIB Masterlist]

Characters: Chishiya Shuntaro,Kuina Hikari, Takeru Danma, Aguni Morizono, Arisu Ryohei (briefly,he's there! Just wait~)

Summary: Chishiya is at his college,studying medical health care and other med student things,Kuina came to visit him and asked him if they could hang out together.

Warning!: none

Genre: Fluff,Crack. just two besties roller skating :3

Word count: 2.1K

Tag's: @niragis-right-hand-rabbit hope you like it girl!

I'm sorry this took so long!, I had to write other fics and the request on my wattpad account 😖

It's a normal day in medical school,Chishiya is at his college's lab studying on things with the other people who are in the same class as him. This time their learning about how to: Cut open a person's chest/stomach for surgeries only 101-.

I'm serious "Now beneath this white sheet,there is a dummy that you need to cut open with this small knife here..but we're not in to that step yet,the first step is to..get use to the smell of someone's corpse...without your medical masks on" His professor said,as he take's out his hand to all of them,signaling to hand their masks over to him. Everyone reached into their pockets and took out their masks,handing them over to the professor.

"Everyone ready?" The professor asked,everyone shook their head confidently while Chishiya just smirks. The professor took off the white sheet that was covering the dummy now not covering it.The smell of a corpse was fresh coming from the dummy,everyone puked and some of them holding their breath and passing out as Chishiya closes his eyes calmly as he inhaled the scent of the corpse,smirking like the Cheshire he is "Everyone failed...except for you Chishiya,you passed..now cut it open" His professor said smirking back at him "Gladly professor~" He said,as he grabbed the knife and went to the dummy.

He stood right next to it "Where do you want me to cut it open professor?" He asked,looking at his professor "The most scent able part...the stomach" His professor replied. Chishiya nodding as he brought his left hand up to the dummy's chest as his right hand cuts open the stomach of it, the scent of the dummy's stomach now filling the air, everyone once again puked and passed out in the floor and holding their breath,Chishiya? No he inhaled the scent again "Good job Chishiya!, I'm very proud that ONE of my students will TRULY become a doctor" His professor said,mentioning to the other students who failed.

[TIMES SKIP]

It is now lunch time,Chishiya sitting in the cafeteria alone eating his vegetables...specifically peas. He got out his phone,seeing a bunch of text messages from Arisu and four from Kuina. He read through the text's that were from Arisu. Arisu was talking about a medical game that he just brought that included doctor's injecting some needles into zombies to cure them back into human, Chishiya just chuckled and went into Kuina's messages.

[QUEEN-Na]

QUEEN-Na: Hey! Hey Chishiya!,ya still in school?

QUEEN-Na: guess you are. So I was hoping maybe we could go like hang out together??,Oh! Maybe we could go to a cat Cafe.

QUEEN-Na: and after we go to the cat Cafe...wait for ittt.....WE'RE GOING ROLLER SKATING BESTIE!

Doctor Cheshire: after I finish my peas we'll go.

QUEEN-Na: HECK YEAH!,I knew it you could agree!

Doctor Cheshire: yes yes now I want to enjoy peas,thank you very much.

After the chat ended Chishiya continued to chew on his peas,while looking at the window that was beside his table where he ate..he then realized...he didn't know how to skate-.

He just shrugs the thought off of his mind as he continues to eat his peas.

[AFTER MED SCHOOL]

Chishiya waited for Kuina outside his college. Kuina told him that she's going to pick him up with her car, so he waited with his hand's inside the pockets of his white jacket that the zipper was loose and revealed his black and white striped shirt,he wore black jeans and a backpack that had cat ears on them...that was given by Kuina of course for his birthday. He heard a honk of a car. He looks up to see the girl inside the car on the right driver's seat, Chishiya smirks as he walked towards her car and got in the passenger seat that is right next to her "Welcome aboard Doctor Cheshire" Kuina said smiling at him starting the car "Thank you for welcoming me..Miss Sexy butterfly girl" Chishiya said as he turned on the radio to hear some music.

Kuina began to drive "So what did you learn this time?" "Why do you want to know?,are you my mom now?" He asked,looking at her by the corner of his eyes "As if!, she's a cruel Bish! You don't deserve to be forced to do anything ya know?"

Kuina said,keeping her eyes on the road "Yeah..we're going to the cat cafe first right?" He asked her. Kuina just smiles and nods "Yup! After that we're roller skating" She said with a wide grin on her face now. Chishiya just lay's his head back into his chair as he closed his eyes.

They both finally made it to the Cat Cafe. Kuina shaking Chishiya's body lightly "We're here doc" She said sarcastically "I can see that clearly sexy butterfly" He said, looking at the Cat Cafe through the passenger's seat window "Well,time to get out!" She said,getting out of her car. Chishiya following her as they both got into the Cat Cafe to be greeted by so many cats "Look at all these little cuties!" Kuina squealed, as she grabbed a yellow munchkin cat "Look how teensy his leggies are!!" She said, holding the cat up to Chishiya's face "Are you mocking me?" Chishiya asked "Mocking?, how am I mocking you! Look at him!!! He's so cute!!!" She chirps again.

They both finally found a place to sit and ordered their food and drinks "So Chishi, do you know how to skate?" Kuina asked him while petting the yellow munchkin cat that's on her lap "Well..for someone like me that is likely to have a GOOD childhood...no" He said stroking a cat that was laying right next to him,showing it's belly demanding belly rubs which Chishiya did do.

The cat meows and purred at his touch "True,true..Oh! Maybe I could teach you how to!?" Kuina said excitedly "Sure..i would love to" Chishiya said, as the waiter put their two puddings on the table and one iced coffee for kuina. Chishiya got himself a black coffee which he is now sipping calmly while still stroking the cat beside him.

They chatted for awhile. Saying about how their doing and how work is going for Kuina and how college was going for Chishiya "Everyone didn't like the smell of the dummy..me? I liked it. I felt really at ease when I inhaled the scent of the fake corpse-" "Now you're making me want barf.. But at least it sound cool" Kuina said cutting Chishiya's sentence while sipping at her iced coffee "How is work at the shop going for you?" "Well,customer's come by and go. Buy some clothes ask if there any available size's for it, they buy it and leave" Kuina explains, swaying her spoon while explaining "Like always then?"Chishiya asked and she nods.

After the chat, they played rock papers scissors to see who would pay for their meal. Apparently, Kuina won and Chishiya lost, but Chishiya didn't care because he is wealth of money thanks to his dad. They both got out of the Cafe and went inside Kuina's car again "Next stop!, the mall!" Kuina said starting the car "So the roller skating rink is at the mall?" Chishiya asked "Yup!, I can't find any that was close in this city and your college,only the mall" She said while driving"That sucks...i hate the mall" Chishiya replies "Why?, because you don't like people surrounding you while you're walking?" Kuina asked "More like I don't like places that are crowded by..peasants.." Chishiya continues as he had a Cheshire like smirk on his face "That's the same thing but in Chishiya language" Kuina said while chuckling.

They both made it at the mall. Kuina parks her car and gets out,Chishiya following. They got into the big building "I haven't seen the mall since...last month" Chishiya said, while looking at the ceiling of the mall "What!?,you haven't gone to the mall that much before...never mind I just remembered on what you said in the car" She said. Both of them spend their time keeping each other company, both of them walking side by side. They didn't go straight to the roller skating rink no, they stopped at a hat shop that was in the mall, checking out some of the cool hats in the shop "These are some hats" Kuina said, grabbing a top hat and putting it on Chishiya's head "You look good with a top hat Chishiya" Kuina comments "Thank you..and yes I do love top hats. I really want one ever since when I was kid..my father won't let me have on cause-" "Let's not talk about that old man of yours right now, we're here in a hat shop. You live alone in an elegant apartment by yourself, you could buy the top hat if you want to!" "And the young woman is correct!" Someone said after Kuina finished her sentence "Allow me to introduce Myself, I'm Danma Takeru..also known as Hatter and the owner of this fine shop you may say" Hatter said, grinning widely "Nice hat you got there Mister Hatter" Kuina said, pointing at his hat "Why thank you!, my father gave it to me" He replies with a smile.

The shops bell rings, revealing a tall buff man with no hair. He looks like a tired dad "Ah! Mori Chan!, welcome" Hatter greets the man "This my friend, is Aguni Morizono. He's my best friend!" Hatter explains with a grin. Chishiya and Kuina nodding "So what brings the both of you here at the mall?" Aguni asked "We're here to roller skate!,and I'm teaching this kid how to do it properly" Kuina said, mentioning to Chishiya "Well that sounds fun!, maybe we could join in? It's okay if you don't want us to be there" "Sure..as long as you don't get too close to me" Chishiya finally spoke "Great!, what do you think Aguni? Would you like to?" Aguni nods "Sure" He said.

After that the four of them said their good bye's, Hatter and Aguni said that they will catch up when their both done taking care of the shop "Those two were nice" Kuina smiles as she looks down at Chishiya that was still wearing the top hat on his head, Hatter gave it to him  for free. Hatter heard Chishiya's story of life and felt horrible so he decided to just give the natural blonde headed cat a gift, which was the Top hat that he likes so much.

"Ah!, and here we are!" Kuina said. Chishiya looking up to see a sign that had roller skates on it "Let's go in" Kuina said, as she opens the door "After you" Kuina mentioning to the open door for Chishiya to enter. Chishiya did enter and Kuina did the same.

The room inside was filled with neon lights and...peasants Chishiya say's. Everyone was on the rink, laughing and having fun "Doesn't this look great?" Kuina looking down at Chishiya that had a disgusted look on his face "Look at all of these peasants" Chishiya say's pointing at one of them "C'mon now, don't get your Cat attitude out!, let's go" Kuina grabbed Chishiya's hand and dragged him to the main counter.

They both got in the locker room to pick out their roller skates that were their foot size "Chishiya!,look at this one!" Kuina said excitedly. Chishiya looks at her and saw that she's holding two pair of roller skates that is black and had cat faces all over it "Huh..interesting" Chishiya said, while grabbing the roller skates that Kuina held "I knew it you would like them" Kuina grins as she grabbed a pair of blue roller skates that had white and yellow and pink flowers on them. They both put on their roller skates as they walked to the rink.

Kuina holding Chishiya's hand, guiding him to the rink. They both stepped in, Chishiya wobbling a bit "Keep your balance, it's okay. I told you I'll teach you right?" Kuina grabbed Chishiya's hand as she started to move. She let's go Chishiya's hand,leaving Chishiya at his will "okay, the first thing you have to do is walking. Just like normal" Chishiya took Kuina's advice and started taking little steps "Like this?" "Yes!, keep going...aaaand stop. Okay the next step is to balance yourself, don't panic and stay completely calm" Chishiya stayed still, balancing himself "Good! Just like that, now push your upper body to the front while lifting up your right feet and dragging it" Chishiya then did exactly that...and he did it "I- I can't believe I'm roller skating" He said, skating across the rink until he fell on his butt. Kuina trying so badly to hold her laughter as she went towards him to help him get up to his feet.

Chishiya grabbing his top hat and cleaned the dust out of it as he put's it on top of his head again "I hate this." Chishiya mumbles as he stood up again "Oh come on!, you just fell like..once" Kuina crossing her arms, looking down at the short blonde figure that was wearing a top head "Fine..i'll try again" He grumbles, Kuina smiling widely while cheering "Heck yeah!" She said as they both continued skating.

The end-

[Meanwhile Hatter and Aguni]

The two men are now skating happily together with happy faces "Isn't this fun Mori?" Hatter said, smiling at his friend that is skating behind him "Quiet so" "Oh come on!, I don't see a smile on your face" Hatter said pointing at Aguni's emotionless face "No..i am happy..this is my happy face" He said "Well whatever you say" After that Hatter didn't looked where he was going and bumped into a ln angry Chishiya.

The end~

#alice in borderland #aib #aib fanfic #imawa no kuni no alice #chishiya shuntaro #kuina hikari #Hatter #danma takeru #aguni morizono #niragis right hand rabbit #ask

[sukiglycerin]

yours, senpai || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero!katsuki bakugou x manager!reader (gender neutral!)

* genre: kind of,,, angsty not really, fluff

* words: 1,884

* warnings: all i can say is sorry shouto, usage of sEnpAi (used for upperclassmen) and kOuhAi (used for underclassmen), i keep doing manager!reader nd bakugou, reader has a bad day, cussing, bakugou being soft

* original request:  okay so i’ve seen so many bakugou fics about him getting jealous but I remember having an idea to write about the reader getting jealous over bakugo for something so little because of them having a rough day i don’t really have the time to write it but if you get around to it and actually wanna write it i’d definitely give it a read

* a/n: this is finally here! i’m really happy with how it turned out. ngl, this was almost named “y/n and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day” but be glad i didn’t LKDSLFSL there will be a second part to this that’s just,,, pwp for fem!reader. so, look forward to that next week! @toishi is the best for proofreading this~~

bakugou always had girls over him. it was just a thing, a norm, that had come to be as a pro-hero. that didn't make you like it more, or anything, but you had to accept it. you knew it would never really change; even in your high school days, the kouhai named bakugou would be the talk of the girls in your year, fawning over his smooth skin and rugged look. (it was as though they'd completely forgotten the sports festival in your second year.) you never understood the appeal; to you, a third-year in the business course, bakugou was just an immature hero-wannabe, one of the boys that came a dime a dozen in japan. heck, this was a hero school; you were surrounded by them.

your first interaction with bakugou was in your third year. you'd been partnered up with a hero course student as a project, learning the ins and outs of marketing to a hero's strengths and managing said hero. girls absolutely ogled you for being partnered up with the bakugou, but you found it slightly revolting. to idolize a second year, a kouhai, who had anger issues and a terrible fashion sense? you did not see the appeal. if anything, you were concerned about how to contain the explosiveness of his personality and package it into a pretty looking present. his face constantly made the crudest of expressions, and the words that fell from his lips were completely vulgar. 

after the project, your perspective of bakugou slightly changed; his face wasn't always unpleasant to look at (typically when he was off-guard) and his personality had softened a bit. he, at least, had the decency to call you senpai; according to a rumour from your friend, class 2a's infamous pretty boy, shouto todoroki, spoke quite plainly. too plainly. it was like he had a bone to pick with every upperclassman he talked to, not bothering to use the proper honorifics and talking shit when upset (the latter, though, wasn't confirmed by your friend, you'd just heard it around).

you kept in touch with bakugou, and the honorifics never really dropped, even though you'd told him it was fine to speak casually. you'd both graduated from high school, thus bakugou became a pro-hero and you started an office job at a hero agency. you worked your way up through the company, though it was an incredibly slow process due to the sheer size of it. it was then bakugou offered you a position at his agency; as his manager.

manager was a heavy word in your mouth. the only times you'd even echoed the job were your school project with bakugou and the one time you'd handed a schedule to a sidekick during one of your internships. besides, you didn't want to earn the job simply because you had the right connection; you wanted to earn it, and as of then, you didn't quite feel you had. when you'd voiced this concerned to bakugou, he bluntly told you that he believed you were fit. (your first reaction was: what kind of reasoning is that?) he then followed up that he was in desperate need of a competent manager, and that if you could do one day he'd be grateful and pay however much you asked. it was a surprising request from such a popular, in-demand hero, but you supposed it wouldn't hurt.

it has not hurt at all in the five years you've been his manager. the closest thing that has come to hurting would be the fangirls, and even then, most mean no harm. somewhere in the middle you'd started dating bakugou, and it was almost as if you were dating his fangirls as well, with the way they always tried to contact you or hammered you if they recognized you in public. thankfully, the latter was extremely rare.

however, today was not a particularly good day for the appearance of fangirls. whatever power in the universe had decided to awaken you on the wrong side of bed (literally, you found yourself face-to-face with a spider and two alarms too late), and now you were blessed with a meet-and-greet for bakugou. 

fanmeets were held once in a blue moon for bakugou (thankfully), because he was more concerned about his hero duties than how his fanservice would make some girl's heart burst out of her chest. lucky for you, the universe blessed you to have one today.

really, the only thing you can think of as you drive to work is the sight of bakugou's face. he's always quite cute in the mornings; the rasp of sleep on his tongue and a slight pout he has when talking. it would be enough to reenergize you for the day, you know for sure.

conveniently, he is nowhere near his office when you arrive to work. you pull out the calendar on your phone and realize: he's currently being styled for his fanmeet, and you definitely won't be seeing him for another hour. you sigh, heading to the lounge to make yourself coffee. this was gonna be a long day.

conveniently, you burn your hand in the slightest making your coffee, and it seems to have started a time bomb of your patience. careful not to burn your tongue on the godforsaken coffee, it gets cold. you're stuck in an elevator with a bunch of stockholders who do not smell pleasant (a potpourri of conflicting fragrances is not ideal), and somehow, you almost trip up walking while fuming about the horribleness of your day.

conveniently, you forget where you put the paper copy of today's schedule and must begrudgingly adhere to the plain, unannotated one on your phone. the hold time for the fanmeet venue takes far too long for a priority customer (such as yourself and ground zero), and listening to eine kleine nachtmusik for the billionth time as the same monotone voice apologizes for the wait does nothing to brighten your day. damnit, mozart, it's morning, and you have 8 more hours of this shit. thankfully, the venue has not completely forgotten about your existence and you're able to confirm everything, and then you find yourself driving to said venue to meet up with staff. traffic is one hell of a nightmare to someone having a bad day.

you sit in your car, which seems extremely cramped and humid because you've been sitting in it for too long, clicking on and off radio channels to the point you make a rhythm based off the clicks and somehow your radio hasn't broken and traffic hasn't moved an inch.

you arrive at the venue on time with no bakugou in sight; ah, right, he's retouching his makeup and hair. he doesn't even need makeup, in your humble opinion; his natural skin is literally glowing. you're just about to approach bakugou (who, maybe on second thought, needs the makeup, considering how angelic he looks) when one of the staff asks that you check that the projector is on the right channel, and then the fans pour in. you try to convince yourself that each fan has spent an abhorral amount of money to get into this event and that you should treat them with respect, but it's so damn hard when they're all nosebleeding and making grabby hands at bakugou. you're grateful you're not a bodyguard, or you're sure you would've decked the teen with the green shirt who attempted to full-on makeout with bakugou before being politely escorted out.

you could barf at the fanservice so gracefully sown into the fanmeet; the way bakugou so effortlessly intertwines with a fan's, or how he ends a smooth line with a heart-killing smirk. it's absolutely disgusting recalling that you taught him all of that.

needless to say, you have a lot of pent-up frustration by end of the day. the fanmeet ended smoothly, though halfway in, you considered ditching your position as manager to become a nosebleeding, crying, grabby-handed fan just to make contact with bakugou. perhaps the last straw for you was after the fanmeet; as the two of you exited the venue, tired, a fan (probably around bakugou's age) approached bakugou for a picture. bakugou accepted, and she apologized profusely for bothering the two of you. you were stuck behind the camera, grumpily watching as she put her hands on bakugou. a rational part of your brain knew her touches were as polite as possible, but the rest of your brain selectively ignored this fact. you fumed taking the photo, gritting out a smile as you handed back the fan's phone (stopping yourself from smashing it on the pavement). who were these fans, taking away you from bakugou? 

"senpai," bakugou deadpans as the two of you drive home. the word brings a sense of comfort to you; strange to an outside viewer, you know, but it somewhat acts as a pet name bakugou used on you. the word brings you back to simpler times, when you and bakugou were clear-cut senpai and kouhai, nothing else. even when you became his manager, the word "senpai" rolled so smoothly off his tongue, despite the roles being switched. you started having a penchant for the word, it becoming a word of comfort to you. for you, entangled in a strange manager/lover position to bakugou. senpai. it reminds you of who bakugou was, and how much he means to you now.

"eh? what's wrong? you've been lookin' upset all day," bakugou grunts.

"it's... trivial," you say. you rarely get jealous; you trust bakugou, and know he'd only ever have eyes for you. "let's talk about it when we get home." you make up your mind to discuss it rationally with bakugou when you get home. very rationally, with cuddles and all.

one thing that fans will never ever get are bakugou's cuddles, and you smile to yourself at that. they'll never know what it feels like to feel safe in bakugou's arms, to be enveloped in his scent, to feel home with bakugou, and be able to call him only yours. in that way, he's your little secret.

when bakugou asks what's wrong at home, you simply reply, "missed you." the two words are enough; he's stepping towards you, a little hesitant, and then his arms are around you, and the familiar scent of caramel greets you.

"had a bad day," you confess, "and watching all the fans and the fanservice..."

"fuck the fanservice," bakugou says, and his grip gets slightly tighter. "i'd leave it all for you, in a heartbeat. i'm... i'm only yours." you look at him, and he's looking away, face scrunched in a frustrated expression and cheeks dusted pink.

"you should know that, idiot," he grumbles. 

you smile. "love you," you say, pecking his cheek softly. he flushes deeper at this, glancing at you then away again.

"don't make me say it back," he mumbles. "you know i love you too."

it's at night when the feelings of jealousy bubble again. you can't help but feel insecure, replaying the day's events in your mind. those girls had so much that you didn't - surely, they were much more attractive, much more sweet and kind. 

"mine," you mumble, pressing yourself against bakugou.

"stop thinking, moron, and sleep," bakugou grunts. "of course i'm all yours."

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou angst #bakugou fluff #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha scenario #bnha headcanon #bnha bakugou #bakugou headcanon #bakugou scenario #bakugou imagine #katsuki x reader #bnha fluff #bnha oneshots #luna's writing #*lunarequests

[notchesandbullets]

Misunderstanding (Husband!Jae-ha x Wife!Reader)

"Jae-ha, could you please pass me the roasted duck?"

You were surprised when he flat out ignored you, choosing to drift over towards Yona. Raising an eyebrow, you slid over to where Yoon was watching the whole thing. He looked just as confused as you.

The Happy Hungry Bunch was spread out around an empty field, lounging around while the pretty boy genius cooked up some dinner. Jae-ha went off with Yona and you suppressed a sigh. Lately, he had become more and more distant with you, and it was starting to drive you a little crazy.

You both were young, even though he was older than you. A lot of people said your marriage wasn't going to last, but you didn't care and you thought he didn't either. Now, you were having second thoughts, the insecurities getting the best of you as you watched him flirt with Yona.

You knew that was just his nature, and that it was harmless. Mostly. But it still sent a turmoil of conflicting emotions inside of you, and you were unsure if you should even be feeling this way.

You pushed up off your feet, wiping your dirty hands on a damp cloth. Yoon gazed at you worriedly as you turned away from them, trailing after where Jae-ha and Yona had disappeared.

A giggle floated through the air, enabling you to find them easily. You crossed your arms and leaned against a tree, staring at them with narrowed eyes.

"Excuse me, Yona, may I talk to him for a moment?"

Yona nodded, just about to leave when Jae-ha stopped her.

"Why do you want her to go?" He questioned, mistrust swirling in the depths of his eyes.

Both your and Yona's eyes went wide with shock. He never took this tone with you.

"I would just like to talk to you for a moment in private, Jae-ha." You picked your words carefully. You didn't know why, but he looked ready to explode at any second. You had no idea why he was so angry.

"She can stay here."

Yona let out a squeak as Jae-ha tugged her back to his side, unprepared for the sudden jostle. A beat later, she was freed by none other than the Thunder Beast.

"Keep your hands off of her." He glared, making the threat obvious.

"Then don't touch what's mine!!" Jae-ha snarled.

At this point, you were completely confused and starting to get mad. "Jae-ha, you aren't making any sense."

"No?!?!" He thundered, whipping around to face you. You had never seen him this angry and it was terrifying. "You think I'm making this up!!"

You huffed. "That's not what I said."

"Yeah?! Well it sure sounds like it!!" His hands flailed in the air in frustration, and you instinctively whimpered, eyes growing as wide as saucers.

He didn't notice the change in your demeanor, but someone else did.

"Droopy-Eyes, knock it off."

Jae-ha turned on him, kicking him harshly in the abdomen. Hak had been ready for it, but it still knocked the wind out of him. Jae-ha reached for Yona again, but that was a mistake.

He was shoved back harshly and Hak brandished his glaive with a feral gleam in his eyes.

"Touch her again. I dare you."

Jae-ha let out a growl. "You can't have them both!!"

You were shocked. You had never seen him like this before. You had never seen either one of them like this, they looked ready to rip each other apart at a moment's notice.

You couldn't stand it any more. You didn't want to fight.

You let out a quiet, reserved sigh. "Jae-ha... it's okay..."

His head whipped towards you and you took step back at the red aura emitting from him.

"Okay?!?! That's all you have to say?!" He yelled at you, continuing to raise his volume despite the way you flinched back, not registering your fear through the red haze. All he could think about was how he couldn't believe you didn't trust him, after all this time together.

After everything you've been through.

You had both saved each other from a life of despair and hopelessness. You brought out the light in him, and he brought peace to you.

You never thought things would come crashing down around you like this. Least of all, now, when it was so critical that your group stayed together.

Quickly, you walked away, praying that he wouldn't follow you. Today wasn't your lucky day. He stormed after you, completely furious with the way you were talking to him, how you were treating him.

"Stay away from her." Zeno demanded, no longer in the mood for games.

"You can't tell me what to do. She's my wife." Jae-ha declared.

Shin-ah stubbornly shook his head. The snarl painted on his features was nothing to take lightly. "Stay... away."

The low tenor shocked everyone, but Jae-ha wasn't deterred. "You can't keep me from her."

Hak stepped up aggressively. "Yes, we can. She's terrified of you right now. We're going to make sure she's alright before we let you anywhere near her."

At this point, Jae-ha finally took in your trembling appearance and he froze. The tears that stained your cheeks and your knocking knees hit him dead in the heart.

You were afraid. Of him.

Jae-ha couldn't believe he let it get this far. He ran into the tent you two shared as you were escorted away by the blue and yellow dragon.

Hak pushed back the flap of the tent once morning came. Jae-ha hadn't made an appearance once after yesterday's fiasco, and it was time to figure out just what was going on.

"Droopy-Eyes, what the hell were you thinking?"

As furious as he was for making you cry, he knew there was something else going on.

The green dragon might have been older, but over time, the former general had learned to read him like a book. There was something bothering him.

He was right.

Ryokuryuu was crouched on the ground, his back slumped and shoulders stiff.

Hak wouldn't be surprised if he had stayed like that throughout the night.

Jae-ha breathed out a heavy sigh, finally confessing, "I thought you guys were cheating on each other behind my back. I wanted to protect Yona, and maybe get back at you. Because no matter how much it hurts, I still love her."

Hak narrowed his eyes and then frowned.

"You're an idiot."

Jae-ha sputtered at the insult, but he wasn't finished. "You honestly think that we're sleeping together? Even though you're probably the only one who understands the depth of my feelings for Yona?"

Jea-ha was floundering to come up with a response.

"But you two have been spending a lot of time together, and yesterday at the market, you spent the entire day together. It's the first day she didn't fall asleep in my arms."

Hak crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes exasperatedly, a blush settling across his cheeks.

"Jae-ha, she was helping me pick out a ring for Yona. She was helping me figure out how to propose." Hak explained quietly. "I wanted it to be perfect for her."

Jae-ha's jaw dropped to the floor, speechless.

"B-But— Y-You... I-I-I—"

"Yeah, yeah," Hak brushed off his excuses. "Just go apologize to her, will you? She's been crying all night."

Jae-ha left without a second thought and the ex-general followed soon after.

Your head was laying in Zeno's lap, and he was stroking your hair softly. Shin-ah was positioned near you, keeping watching out for any unwanted guests. His legs were criss-crossed, and Ao's fluffy tail was brushing under his ear once in a while.

When Shin-ah abruptly jumped to his feet, you knew something was wrong. Zeno's carefree expression was wiped off of his face and his eyes narrowed as the blue dragon snarled the second your husband cautiously entered the tent.

He at least had the decency to look apologetic, but you stiffly turned away from him, not ready to forgive him. His shoulders slumped and Shin-ah nearly growled. "Get out."

"Wait, please." Jae-ha begged. "Y/N."

"The miss doesn't want to see you right now." Zeno's voice had a light lilt to it, but there was an underlying warning that came with it.

"Y/N." Jae-ha whispered brokenly.

Your eyes softened, and you slowly turned around. Shin-ah looked about ready to throw Ryokuryuu out of the tent himself, but you shuffled towards him, pulling on his pant leg to get his attention.

"Shin-ah, Zeno, it's alright. Can you two give us a minute?"

The two dragons reluctantly left the tent, Zeno shooting you a worried glance but you offered him a reassuring smile.

Jae-ha settled down across from you, with respectable distance.

Your face was blank, but your eyes were puffy and the skin around it was rubbed red.

You had been crying.

He felt awful. He jumped to conclusions, and wrongfully accused you of things you didn't do.

"I don't deserve you."

Your head snapped up at his defeated tone.

"What?"

Jae-ha shook his head in regret. "I thought you and Hak were..."

You recoiled back in shock. "W-What?! No, you got it all wrong!! He's going to marry Yona, I was—"

He closed the distance between the two of you, cupping your jaw tenderly. Soft breaths fanned out against your face and warmed your skin soothingly.

"I know, I know. Hak told me what you were doing." Your eyes fluttered closed in relief. "I'm so sorry for assuming the worst."

Your hands reached up to cradle his face. "Come to me next time." You pleaded. "Talk to me."

He nodded furiously, finally pulling you in a tight embrace.

Relaxing in his hold, you didn't hear them come in.

"Yay!!" Zeno cheered.

"Is everything okay?"

Yona's worried voice floated through the air, breaking the two of you apart. You smiled at your husband, weaving your fingers together.

"Yeah... we're alright now."

Jae-ha leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft kiss and you melted against him.

Yona cooed at the display and Hak pretended to barf.

"Lunchtime, you rare beasts!!" Yoon shouted from outside.

One by one, the dragons, the princess, her bodyguard all filed out of your tent obediently. As he dished out the portions, you shared a look with Jae-ha as Hak fumbled with Yona's bowl.

It would be awhile before he got down on one knee, since their journey took precedence, but you couldn't wait to see it.

After all, You thought to yourself as Jae-ha pulled you against his chest, curling his arms securely around your waist. Despite its ups and downs, marriage is worth it.

#akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #yona of the dawn fanfiction #akatsuki no yona fanfiction #fluff #angst #oneshot #yona of the dawn oneshot #manga #anime #jaeha #jaeha x reader #reader insert #green dragon #ryokuryuu #shinah #hak #yona #yoon #kija #zeno #ouryuu #yellow dragon #hakuryuu #white dragon #seiryuu #blue dragon #jaeha x reader fanfiction

[i-did]

Thoughts on the critiques of andreil's relationship? Like ppl calling them toxic?

I wrote a bunch and then tumblr deleted it, so I'm keeping this short.

some posts that address this concept:

post 1

post 2

Simply put: I disagree. I believe not all relationships have to look the same. i believe I have been in the past too mentally unhealthy to be in a relationship and so did my ex so we made ourselves exes and it sucked but I needed it and she likely did too. but I also believe people who struggle with mental health or will have PTSD their whole lives can also be in relationships. 

the important thing is to not believe that partner is a load-bearing wall and is there to play therapist and being with them is something magically going to fix everything, and Andrew says to Neil “I am not your answer,”

Andrew isn't expecting Neil to make his CPTSD go away or change his personality, and vice-versa. an unhealthy relationship is going in expecting to fix someone, to bang out their kinks, but Andrew and Neil take each other at face value for all they are. 

if someone who believes Andrew and Neil’s relationship is toxic and laid out their points so I could see where they're coming from, but overall I don't engage with the fandom directly but through mutual and our own creations, so I don’t see these posts. (and this isn't an invitation to yell at me in my asks about how toxic they are)

but I can imagine it’s along the lines of how Andrew calls Neil an idiot and says “I hate you,” which honestly does sound and look bad out of context.

the context is that Andrew isn't saying these things to verbally tear down Neil so he will be too insecure to leave Andrew, Andrew calls Neil an idiot because Neil is stupidly loyal to others when Andrew wants him to have a bit more regard for his so-called preservation. Neil doesn't take offense to this, and isn't actually emotionally harmed, but rather sees it for the tender remark it is, in Andrew's own way.

Andrew says “I hate you” to Neil the way he said he doesn't care enough about exy to hate it. Andrew made a promise to himself to never care enough about anything to let it have an effect on him, and that includes annoying him and letting it control his emotions through hate. he promised to himself to never care enough about something for it to control him after Cass.

when Andrew says “I hate you” he is saying “I hate how you read me, I hate how you know how to keep your hands to yourself, I hate how your broken edges fit against mine, I hate the way you make me feel like I'm standing on the edge of a roof, I hate that you make me feel like I could lose control and I hate the way you made me feel when you were gone that night after the game, just like how everything good that's ever happened to me has to destroy me” 

Andrew doesn't trust good feelings or good things, so he often resents them and pushes back, he trusts a bad feeling over a good one, his emotions are mud and he's never been good at picking them apart. 

Neil smiles when Andrew says “I hate you” because he knows it’s not true, and Andrew knows it too. Andrew used to lie to himself telling himself what he felt was hate because he was used to only artificial mania and overwhelming anger and nothing in between, just valleys of flatness and apathy. Andrew says that Neil was supposed to be a side effect of the drugs, that feeling that was something Andrew hadn't ever felt before, and it sickened him that something could make him feel like that, it scared him. 

I believe if Andrew ever said “I hate you” and watched Neil's face fall, see Neil get hurt by those words, Andrew would reassess how he read the situation, or even in a fit of anger during a fight brought those words out. I don’t believe Andrew would apologize, but he would say something about how he won't say it again or do his own Andrew type of apology, and that's okay because the words “I’m sorry” are just as hollow to Neil as they are to Andrew in the same way “I love you” is, said one too many times by the wrong people in the ways that hurt most. 

I believe Andrew and Neil are one of the most complicated but healthy relationships I've ever seen fleshed out, they technically start out as enemies bit because they're both the type to see every person in the world as an enemy or a threat, regardless of proof to the contrary. they are the healthiest Enemies To (barf, I hate this word) Lovers trope I've ever seen, and maybe will ever see. 

And people can disagree with how Andrew and Neils relationship dynamic is, but considering they're the main characters and the vehicle for Nora’s story, I would be skeptical of their levels of understanding of the main themes of the books as a whole (or at least how I interpret the main themes).

#aftg #ask #mailob

[write-orflight]

Like Real People Do. Epilogue

*Gif not mine*

Masterlist

Rating: M

Words: 2.4K

Warnings: none :)

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

A.N Well, we’re here at the end. Thanks to everyone for reading and supporting. Follow for more and send any request! much love, Cia

Epilogue: Like Real People do. 

The lace of your dress is itchy.

You had gone dress shopping with the girls and you had tried a bunch on before settling on the one you chose. It was a long sleeved chiffon dress with a slim bodice that flared into a puffy skirt stopping just above your ankle. It had small floral details along the top and the sleeves. At the time, it had been perfect. You had felt beautiful, and you cried thinking about seeing Spencer for the first time down the aisle in it. But right now it itches. 

Why did it itch?

It wasn’t that you were getting cold feet. You wanted nothing more than to be Dr. Y/n Reid but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to move when it was time. You were standing looking out the window when Hotch came to find you. 

“Y/n, are you ready? Everyone’s waiting.” He says, before pausing. “You look beautiful, why are you upset?” 

You didn’t even notice the tears falling. You quickly try to quell them to not ruin your makeup you just had done. “I just--when I pictured my wedding. I didn’t think my parents would be gone and that I’d have to walk alone. And thinking of everyone’s eyes on me is freaking me out.” You sniffle a bit, eyes going wide when the idea comes to you. “Will you walk with me?” You ask. 

“You want me to walk you down the aisle?” Hotch asks, shocked. You immediately back track. 

“You don’t have to—I should’ve asked before. I just didn’t want to go alone—“ 

“Y/n…” he says, looking at you sincerely. “Nothing would make me happier than to give you away, if that’s what you want.” You look at him, seeing he is also misty-eyed. You nod, pulling him into a tight hug. 

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You and Spencer are married November 10th. After months of arguing over the date of your wedding. Him wanting a fall wedding and you wanting a winter one, November felt like the perfect compromise. In the end, he was right just like he always was with your wedding being held in a forested area near the Potomac. The tall trees with the red, orange and brown leaves falling, the view of the lake and the yellow string lights you had around the ceremony. It was breathtaking. Fall had definitely been the way to go. You also argued about writing your own vows. You didn’t want to and he did. In the end he was right again. His vows to you were beautiful, he talked about how some believed soulmates were 500 years in the making and able to transcend lifetimes. And that while he was a man of science, upon meeting you had been the first time he actually believed that. And that he was excited to spend this lifetime with you just as much as he was excited for the next. You tried to hold the tears that were falling involuntarily as the minister announced it was time for your vows. 

“Um, I don’t quite know how to follow that.” You chuckle nervously, inducing a laugh from the people at your ceremony. “My father used to tell me every time I was upset that ‘a lot of rotten luck means good luck was on the way’. For most of my life, I didn’t believe him. I didn’t believe in luck, just in circumstance and that I was a victim of just really bad circumstance.” You say, you gripping Spencer’s hand tighter. His hand reaches up to wipe at a stray tear that falls from your face. It’s in that moment you remember one of the biggest reasons you loved Spencer. He was always ready to comfort you, whether you needed it or not. The action just makes more tears fall. “It wasn’t until I met you that I believed in luck. Meeting you has been the single most luckiest thing to ever happen to me and I plan on spending everyday treating you like I am the luckiest woman alive because when I’m with you, I am.” You tear up, Spencer hands move to wipe your tears again only this time you lean in to kiss him which he happily obliges. 

“Save it til the end guys!” You hear Derek call over the crowd, which induces a chuckle from everyone including the two of you. 

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You still worked well together. Better than ever actually. The first couple of weeks were awkward as someone would call for Dr. Reid and you both would turn. Spencer would always look at you, eyes shining with admiration every time it happened but after a while, everyone knew to say your first names when they needed your attention. 

You meet Spencer’s dad about 6 months after you’re married. A case takes you back to Las Vegas and unfortunately to his offices as one of the victims recently hired him for a case. Spencer absolutely refused to go talk to him, you tried to convince him to but in the end, you understood why he couldn’t. Which was why, you and Derek walked into his office that day. Derek reaches to shake his hand. 

“Walter, I don’t know if you remember me from before but I’m SSA Derek Morgan and this is my associate,Dr. Y/n Reid.” 

He then let’s go of Derek before turning his smile and hand towards you. “Reid, huh?” He says. “What’re the chances?” 

“Slim, actually. I’m married to your son.” You say shaking his hand. He looks at you in shock as does Derek. You had told him you weren’t going to say anything but upon meeting him you decided you didn’t want to beat around the bush. 

“Spencer?” He says, confused. You nod before getting into the actual nature of your visit. As Derek goes through the questions you had for him, you feel his eyes not leaving you. Once you’re done, the two of you thank him for his time before starting to leave. He calls out to you, you nod to Derek to wait for you outside. 

The man looks at you, confused. “Sorry I’m trying to wrap my head around this. You’re married to Spencer?” You nod. “How long?” He asked. 

“We’ve been married for 6 months and together about 2 years now.” You say, the man looks at you sullen. “I told him we should at least invite you but at the end of the day it was his decision to make and I respect him for it.” 

“And is he doing okay?” He asked, “Spencer?” 

“We’re taking care of each other.” You say. “But if you want to know about him, you have to reach out yourself. I lost both of my parents so family is really important to me. I don’t want either of you to miss out on more but at the end of the day it’s his decision to reconnect or not. And I’ll respect and support whatever he decides. Thanks for your help, Walter.” You say before leaving. 

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About 8 months into your marriage is when you meet Abigail Reyes. 

She’s a 5 year old whose parents hid her in a closet while the unsub murdered her family. Hotch warned you before the case not to get too attached and you tried, you really did but when she looked at you with those giant almond colored eyes, you couldn’t help yourself. You conducted all her interviews and watched her down at the station, drawing with her, you couldn’t help the tug at your heartstrings. Here was a kid who went through the same exact thing you had yet still had the capability to smile brightly at you. 

That night as you and Spencer settled into the hotel bed, you asked him. 

“Does she have someone?” Spencer looks at you, confused. 

“Who, Doll?” 

“Abigail. The vic’s daughter. Does she have someone or will she go into the system?” You say before rattling off quickly. “Because I know we haven’t talked much about kids but I know we both want them and maybe adopting isn’t what you had in mind but--” 

His arms are hugging you instantly. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. Her grandparents live in North Carolina and are probably already on their way for her.” 

“Oh.” You say, trying not to sound disappointed. She was still going to a loving home even if it wasn’t yours. 

“Do you want children?” He asks you, you shrug, silently. “Then whenever you’re ready, I am also ready. I can’t think of something I’d want more than a family with you.” He kisses your temple before rolling over to sleep.

You don’t remember when exactly but you turn off your reminder for birth control. 

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You’re about 10 months into your marriage when you start to feel sick. 

You’re sitting in Penelope’s bat cave drinking coffee and talking about the latest Doctor Who episode when the sudden wave of nausea. You were going to barf right now. You looked around for something before grabbing the nearest trash can. Garcia watches in shock as you lose your lunch. 

“Are you ok? You’ve been sick a lot.” She says, concerned.

“Yea, I’m fine. This bug going around has been kicking my butt.” 

“No one else’s lasted as long though.” She points out laughing. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were pregnant.” She laughed. You looked up shocked. What was the date? You think to yourself. 

September 14th. 

You were late. 

“Shit!”  You say out loud. Garcia looks at you shocked. 

“Oh my god! Are you--?” 

“I have to take a test. Please don’t tell the others, especially Spen. i just-- I need to find out first.” 

“You told me I wouldn’t have to keep any more secrets for you.”Garcia pouts.

“I know! Just one tiny one though until I can get in with my doctor?” 

“Fine!” She exclaims. “You so owe me.” She says. 

“I know. And If I am Garcie, You’re godmother, I promise.” You say, bolting out her office, smiling.  

Garcia ended up right though. She always was. 

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You’ve decided pregnancy sucks but Spencer made it a bit better.

Spencer was, of course, over the moon when you told him. Immediately pulling you into a tight hug and spinning you. The two of you cried for at least a couple hours at the thought of your growing family. 

As soon as you found out, you went to Hotch handing him the letter of resignation you drafted earlier yesterday night. He looked at it shocked before looking at you sadly. “Why, Y/N? I thought this was what you wanted?” 

“I’m pregnant.” You say, Hotch’s sad expression immediately turns soft and happy. He pulls you into a tight hug. “I love this job but I saw what it did to my parents and I can’t do that to my family. Someone’s gotta take one for the team and since Spencer is such an asset, I think it’s me. I’ve already accepted a job to teach Criminal Psychology at Georgetown. Don’t try and stop me.”You say, Hotch immediately nods in understanding, putting his arms around you again. 

“You’re going to be a fantastic mother.” He says. You can’t help the heavy sobs that rack through you. 

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Autumn Alice Reid or as the team has started affectionately calling her, Double A, is born June 25th, despite her namesake. 

You and Spencer had been sitting in the house you had purchased months ago in preparation for your daughter, playing chess when it happened. It was his move when you said. 

“Spen, we have to go to the hospital. My water broke.” 

“Y/N, I’m not falling for that again you say it every single time you’re losing.” 

“I know, but this time I’m serious.” You stood up to reveal your extremely drenched pants and Spencer's eyes widened in shock. 

“We’re having a baby!” He said, excitedly standing to hug you. 

“We are. Now we should leave because I’d prefer to do it in a hospital.” 

Childbirth is just as heinous and terrible as people say it was but the end result made it so much more worth it. Autumn laid sleeping in your arms now, her little fist grasping Spencer’s pinky. You never in your life thought it was possible to love something so fiercely, so instantly. But here she was, your own personal cryptid. 

The team, of course, came in almost the instant the nurses let them. Everyone passes her around Godparents, Derek and Penelope, going first. 

“She’s going to be such a little genius, isn’t she?” Penelope says, holding her little hand while Derek cradles her in his arms. 

“Yea, and she’s going to ride that all the way to Cal-tech, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Spencer says, grabbing her from Derek. 

“Or most likely Stanford.” You pipe up, from your hospital bed. Spencer narrows his eyes at you and you narrow right back at him. That was an argument for another day. 

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You woke up to an empty bed. Which isn’t uncommon, Spencer almost always was the one who tended to your daughter when she woke crying. You told him that you should switch off every once and a while but he would always dead that idea, saying you needed your sleep. He always put you before himself. 

You padded along the cold, hardwood floors until you were at the open door of the nursery. The sight before you made you wish you also had eidetic memory, Spencer cradling your sleeping child in one hand, reading softly to her from the book in his other hand. As you moved closer to him, you could make out what the book was. 

“Spen, we have children’s books. You don’t have to read her Tale of Two Cities.” You whisper, smiling softly at him.

“I know, but she doesn’t seem to like those. Tale of Two Cities seems to put her to sleep faster.” 

“Well, Tale of Two Cities puts me to sleep too, so I get it.” You chuckle softly at the narrowed eyes Spencer gives you, before you sit on the ground next to the chair he’s sitting in with your daughter. “Read it to me too?” You ask, laying your head on his thigh. 

He nods, smiling softly at the two of you. 

“It was the best of times, It was the worst of times....” He starts, you drift off almost immediately.

Finally at peace in life.  

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